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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 20, 2013 19:46:51 GMT -5
A year. Twelve months. A. Fucking. Year. I hadn't gone back to Jason yet, I wouldn't. I'd been doing that for him, and he'd kicked me out. He'd broken up with me. Leah hadn't taken my in, either, so I pretty much had nowhere to stay- a different place each night. I sigh, watching as the bouncer stamped my hand before I walk in, hazel eyes looking around the dancing people as lights flashed. I walk along the edge of the crowd until I find my usual booth and slide in, smiling as a waitress handed my a glass- on the house. I take a sip of it as I push my hair out of my face, dropping my gaze to the table.
What was I doing here? Well, making sure I could eat tomorrow, if any of my regulars showed up. I hated doing this now, but I had nothing else to do- I wasn't really skilled at anything, and I had no muscle to me whatsoever. I finish my drink and put it off to the side, laying my head on my arms as I closed my eyes, the bass pulsing through my body, mocking my soul.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 20, 2013 19:56:51 GMT -5
I enter Fyree and shake my head. A year. Without Calden which felt like a year without the sun. I had heard some people saying he would be here and I was going on a slim chance. This was probably the one thing everyone had dreams about; the person they loved showing up to take them to their fairytale wedding or something like that. I look around and catch Calden where the guys said he would be and take a deep breath. What was I doing here now? It's been a year. He moved on; he had to. My fingers lock around the chain I constantly wore around my neck in case I ever saw him again and I begin my way over to the booth.
I look down at him, glad he couldn't really see me and I slide into the booth beside him, hesitantly brushing my leg against his. The biker jacket I wore hid me somewhat but I hoped he would recognize me. Life was hell without him and this was all I knew that would keep my somewhat calm. I knew that everything about me changed except for what Calden loved. The rooms were the same, I was the same mainly and everything was like it was before he left. Before I made him leave. "Calden," I mumble, glancing over at him and hoping he wouldn't mind.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 20, 2013 20:00:42 GMT -5
I almost groan as someone slides into the booth beside me, I really didn't feel like this tonight, but, I had to ear, right? I eventually pick my head up off the table, glancing over to the eprson who sat beside me as I push my faded red and black hair out of my face. I freeze, my hazel eyes running over his features. His lips form my name and I feel tears running down my face. "J-Jason?" I ask, my voice soft, almost afraid. I was afraid to know if it was him, what if it wasn't? It was hope, but I seemed to live off of hope.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 20, 2013 20:08:01 GMT -5
I look over as he picks his head off the table and I'm scared that he'll want to leave as soon as possible. The tears run down my face and I feel mine follow as I look at him. "Yeah," I mumble as I brush his hair from his face like I use to before my hand rests on his cheek. It felt so natural but there was always a chance that rejection would arise. A pitiful chuckle escapes me when I realize how much of a dick I seem like and I look down before glancing at him again and grabbing his hands. "Uh, I'm not sure what I planned on getting through tonight but...I've been looking for you. Ever since I let you walk out the door, I've been looking for you," I say, crying more and shaking my head.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 21, 2013 18:17:37 GMT -5
I feel my lower lip tremble as tears start to fall down his face and I reach a shaking hand out to wipe them away. A part of my cried for a fix, just one tab, but I wouldn't let myself. I'd already let it get out of hand, and I wouldn't make a food out of myself in front of him. I keep my hazel eyes fixed on his face as he spoke, and I knew that he wasn't lying. "I-I'm so-ho sor-reeh." I sob, flinging myself around his neck and pushing myself against him. "Y-You were pay-haying for everything a-and I... I-I wanted to h-help." I sniffle, burying my face in his neck, not wanting to face him.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 21, 2013 20:29:23 GMT -5
His hand meets my cheek and I want to hold it there but don't and look at him as his eyes lock on my face. Calden flings himself around me and I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck as I continue to cry. He speaks and I shake my head, pulling him closer to me. "Y-you were only t-trying to h-help," I mumble as I pull back enough to pull the chain off my neck and put it around his, looking at the ring that hung off of it. "That's from the money you gave me. I told you I'd get a ring for you and I made sure that I did," I whisper before pulling him to me again and holding him tightly. ring |
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 22, 2013 16:13:49 GMT -5
I'd missed being this close to him. I'd missed the.. scent of Jason- he had his own smell, not just from the deoderant he used. I sniffle and more tears fall down my face. I watch as he pulls back before staring at the ring on the chain. I pull out of the embrace to slowly pick up the ring and stare at it before bringing my hazel gaze back up to his face. "Y-you still w-want me?" I as hesitantly, almost afraid of his anwswer. Who would want a fucking whore like me? I didn't deserve someone like Jason.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 22, 2013 16:40:02 GMT -5
I look at him as he pulls back to look at the ring before blushing when he asked if I still wanted him. "I never wanted you to leave," I mumble, pulling him to me to kiss him. No matter what happened, I loved Calden. Yeah, I was being a dick to tell him to leave, mainly because I didn't know the full story. I did now and I wasn't going to let him have to go any longer. Leah had called me to tell me that he didn't have anywhere to stay since she wasn't going to let "a little homosexual whore" live with her. I pull back and rest my forehead against his, wiping at his tears. "I never should've let you walk out that door," I mumble, mainly to myself.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 22, 2013 17:29:37 GMT -5
My lower lip trembles as he tells me that he never wanted me to leave. If he ahdn't, then why had he kicked me out? Yeah, I was still a little sore over that. Jason's lips press to mine and I lean closer to him, desperately trying to keep the kiss intact. I wrap my arms around his neck, his eyes meeting mine. I offer Jason a sad smile as he wipes at my tears before I glance around. "C-can we go home?" I ask hesitantly, raising my eyebrows at him. Home.. I hada home.. with Jason. He still loved me, he still wanted me.. after all the shit I'd done to him.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 22, 2013 17:40:06 GMT -5
I smile slightly when he does and nod at his words, pulling him against me again. "I'm home as long as you're there," I say, realizing how corny that was and chuckling lightly before sliding out of the booth and offering him my hand. Calden was mine again. This time, I wasn't going to ever let him go; not like I did before. My arm snakes around his waist and I pull him against me, missing how it was to have him this close to me. His smell, his feeling, his warmth; I missed it all but now I had it in my arms with me.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 22, 2013 17:54:50 GMT -5
A soft giggle escapes me as he speaks and I run a hand down his arm, loving how I could.. just touch him. I lace my fingers through Jason's as I take his hand before blushing as his arm wraps around my thin waist. I lean against him, closing my eyes for a moment in contentment. I stop beside his car, turning towards him and pressing my lips to his, not caring about the people that were walking by. Only one thing mattered: I had Jason. Jason was mine again, and I'd never do anything to fuck that up again.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 22, 2013 18:06:06 GMT -5
I smile when his fingers lace with mine before he leans against me. We go out to the car and he turns to me, his lips meeting mine. My arms wrap around his waist and I refuse to let him go, to break the kiss. Calden was all I needed and I was more than happy to have him back in my arms, back in my life. It felt longer than a year since I last saw him and I wasn't going to ever let anything tear us apart again. Nothing would ever get between us again.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 22, 2013 18:49:13 GMT -5
His arms wrap aroudn ym waist and I press myself closer to him before finally pulling back, my forehead resting against his. "L-let's get home.." I murmur, opening the door and putting my bag into the floorboard before sitting down, pulling the seat belt over myself. I hoped that when we got back Jason wouldn't mind getting a shower.. I'd been able to get one at Leah's when she was passed out, but that had been.. two days ago.
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Post by Jason Monroe on Oct 22, 2013 18:54:47 GMT -5
I look at him as he pulls back and nod, closing his door behind him. I walk over to my side and open the door before climbing in and closing it behind me, pulling out my keys. Once we're on the road, I glace over at Calden and smile slightly, shaking my head to myself. "I've missed you so much," I say, keeping my eyes on the road. My fingers hit the turn signal before I pull into the apartment parking lot. I look over at him and smile before pulling into the parking space and biting my lip. "Are we going to share everything again?" I ask, pausing before opening my door and quickly crossing to his side to open his.
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Post by Calden LeCoste on Oct 22, 2013 19:07:03 GMT -5
A blush crosses my face as he speaks and I smile to myself, pushing my faded hair out of my face. I hadn't had the money to dye it again, but now that I as back with Jason maybe I could. I pause for him to open my door, grabbing my bag as I climb out. "Yeah, I'm never letting you out of my sight again.." I reply, nodding as I lace our fingers together before starting towards the stairs.
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