"Okay this is ridiculous Brendon come over here." Cristina said sternly to the lazily game playing boyfriend Brendon. "Hold on, one more match." he says not focusing on you, "You said that 20 minutes and 5 games ago, dammit just fucking help me move this box please, then you can go back to your stupid game." he didn't reply but just played, I groaned and internally said "Fuck it." so I marched upstairs and slammed the door, I sighed and ripped my leather jacket off. I could feel tears prick at my eyes as I slammed stuff around, throwing books, albums, clothes, hats, whatever i could find in your reach. As I went over to toss things on the dresser a small book caught your attention. I looked and all I saw was the song I was writing for Brendon..."Always." i whispered as I sang the lyrics,
When the world gets too heavy
Put it on my back
I'll be your levy
You are taking me apart
Like bad glue
On a get well card
It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know
I'm a fly that's trapped
In a web
But I'm thinking that
My spider's dead
Lonely, lonely little life
I could kid myself
In thinking that I'm fine
It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know
That I'm skin and bone
Just a king and a rusty throne
Oh, the castle's under siege
But the sign outside says, "Leave me alone."
It was always you
Falling for me
Now there's always time
Calling for me
I'm the light blinking at the end of the road
Blink back to let me know
(It was always you)
Blink back to let me know
(It was always you)
You smiled as you thought of Brendon and how he'd love the song...if he'd ever notice you're alive. He yelled downstairs about the game but in actuality you wanted to burn the goddamn game. I looked at the alarm clock and saw it was 9:30pm, I grabbed my jacket and marched out the door, knowing the exact location I was going to, and of course Brendon didn't notice until he heard the car start up.
I got there and immediately marched over to the bar of the club. I ordered 4 shots of tequila and immediately chugged them down. I felt them burn my throat and loved feeling something again. Then I ordered 7 shots of whisky, then more tequila and whisky. After doing this about 10 times my vision was blurred and I could walk without almost falling over.
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I gasped as I felt a tongue slam into my mouth as the guy grabbed and tugged at my hair as he slammed me against a wall with a grunt. I felt his hands roam my body and I moaned as I felt lips on my neck. The guy looked at me with brown eyes, I tried to see who it was but couldn't see straight...but I didn't care, I wanted to feel something and he knew that. "Let's go back to my place." he said breathless I swore I recognized the voice but pushed the thought aside, I nodded as he carried me to his car, he hadn't had as much to drink I had. He only had 3 beers. As we were driving at every stoplight and stop sign we made contact somehow, wether it be touch or kiss or make out. I kept thinking about Brendon but knew he probably didn't give a shit about me. I purposely left my phone at home to not worry about him. We got to his house way too quick and he carried me inside and slammed me onto the couch, I moaned and he started his work on me, feeling up my body and stripping off my clothes, I felt lips on my stomach and felt shivers go through me. I kissed him as he glimpsed at my arm, her kissed my wrist after seeing them. I smiled and laughed, (play bittersweet by Panic!) We stopped and I sat up, pulling him into a spinning dance and we stopped as I got too dizzy, he kissed me again and I said in a slur "we should continue with this 'business'." I laughed as he placed me onto the bed this time instead of the couch. I moaned as he made hickeys on my neck and chest. I was so caught up that I don't remember what happened after that...
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I opened my eyes and saw sunlight pierce through the blinds, I immediately squinted my eyes and coughed. I sat up and saw a bedroom with white sheets and white walls and a black floor...all unfamiliar. I looked over and saw floppy brownish black hair, a tall fit, figure. The guy shifted and he faced me, still asleep. My eyes grew wide as I flew out of bed and hit the floor, I wanted to scream, or cry. Mostly scream because of the mess I knew that I was in, I popped my head up again and saw who I thought I saw. I laid on the floor and mumbled "Fuck." over and over again to myself, the body shifted and sat up, I stood up quickly and shuffled around, and awkwardly tugged at his jacket sleeves while guiltily smiling. "Cristina?" he said with a deep, raspy voice. "Hi Dallon." "Oh my god." he said under a breath of worry and shock. We made eye contact and said "Don't tell Brendon" at the same time.
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I drove home with Dallon and anxiety and stress piled onto my shoulders but I walked in confident, Brendon peeked his head from the kitchen and said "Oh my god Criss there you are! Why is Dallon with you?" I laughed uncomfortably and said "He...Uhm...wanted to visit!" i nudged him with my elbow and he spat out quickly "HEY BRENDON!" I groaned and told him to distract Brendon I moved and they talked and I slipped back to the bedroom. I slammed the door and slid down it. I felt myself start crying, I have no idea what I'm doing or how I'm gonna tell Brendon about this!
Neither can Dallon.
