My Digital Escape One Shots

Lust

You fucked up.

You got drunk, things were said, and Jeydon decided to called it quits. It was your fault and you knew it, but you continued to drink on that night. And the night after. Drunken, upset, and filled with a sort of hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You two hadn't ever been separated from each other like this before. You always stayed by each other, listened to each other as you ranted, shared stupid ideas and random theories with each other...having it all bottled up inside you, on top of being alone, made you feel sad and feel angry and feel like you were worthless.

You couldn't take it anymore. You needed him. You craved his very presence, the feel of his arms wrapped around you, the warmth of his body next to yours, the love that you felt every time he spoke to you...you had to talk to him.

You couldn't though. You knew him well, or, at least enough to know that he wasn't the kind of person to forgive and forget. Especially not after what you said.

You sat down on your couch and looked at the table in front of you. It was covered in beer bottles and candy wrappers. You didn't know exactly why but you picked one up and threw it against the wall, allowing it to break. You did it over and over until your floor was covered in broken glass, your wall soaked in alcohol, and your hand dripping blood from a piece of glass that ricocheted off the wall.

You left your apartment with tears streaming down your cheeks. You were still in your pajamas, your hair was a disaster, your hand was dripping blood, and you weren't wearing shoes nor makeup, but you didn't care. You walked for at least a mile, ending up at the park across the street from his house. You sat down on a swing and started moving slightly forward and back. You were still crying, and you wanted to sleep.

You stayed on that swing until you heard the obnoxiously loud creak that always came from Jeydon's front door when he opened it. You immediately stood up from the swing and began to walk away, trying your best to stay out of the light of the street lamp. It didn't seem to matter though. Jeydon spotted you.

"Y/N?" he said questioningly, taking a few steps toward you. You couldn't face him, making a run for it. He caught up to you quickly, catching you before you tripped over a glass bottle. You felt tears spring to your eyes as he looked at you, so you looked away.

"Hi," he said breathlessly.

"Hi," you said, your voice small and quiet.

"You haven't been answering your phone."

"I broke it."

"I messaged you on Facebook."

"I didn't pay my cable bill. Lost the WiFi."

"I called your mom, went to your house, asked your fucking coworkers if you were okay."

"I'm fine."

"You wanna stand here, in the middle of the street, wearing nothing but your pajamas with blood dripping off of your hand, and tell me you're fine?" You looked up at him, noticing the slight anger on his face. He wrapped his arms around you and hugged you, pulling away quickly and grabbing your non-injured hand, pulling you to his house.

"What are you doing?" you asked as he unlocked his front door.

"You're staying at my house tonight."

"What if I don't want to?" He looked back at you, his hand wrapped around the doorknob with a look of sadness in his eyes.

"Please," he begged. You nodded reluctantly after a few tense moments, allowing him to pull you inside his warm house. He brought you into the kitchen, going to his bathroom to grab his first aid stuff. You hopped onto the counter, your injured hand dangling in the sink. He came back quickly, setting his stuff on the counter next to you. He gently grabbed your hand, sending shockwaves of emotion up your arm. You were only barely able to contain your gasp as he began to clean the gash in your hand.

He sprayed it with disinfectant, causing you to hiss as it stung. You tried to pull your hand away, but Jeydon kept a strong grip. As he cleaned the cut, you couldn't help but stare at his dimly illuminated features, how shadows hung over his sunken eyes and beneath his nose. He looked skeletal, almost, his focus on your injury seeming to be his only priority.

"Done," he said. Your hand was bandaged and clean, and it was nothing but a dull ache at this point.

"Why are you being so nice to me after I was such a bitch to you?" you asked quietly. He looked into your eyes with great sadness filling his own.

"Just because I broke up with you, doesn't mean I'm not still in love you." His voice cracked, making you want to cry. You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes, blurring your vision. You jumped off of the counter and into his arms, burying your face into his shoulder.

"Please take me back," you begged, sobbing heavily into his shoulder. "Please. I'll quit drinking. I'll take up a second job, I'll start cleaning up more." You realized how stupid you sounded, and you were slightly intoxicated as it was. The chance that he would take you back was incredibly low. And you knew that all too well. "Please."

"Only if you stick to those promises," he said quietly, his arms squeezing your waist.

"I will."

"Okay then. Let's go to bed, yeah?" You smiled, the tears in your eyes drying.

"Yeah."

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Gosh diddly darn, I'm on a roll. Fourth oneshot I've finished in the last two days. I feel accomplished.

You guys will probably be seeing this a week after I finish it. Which is pretty unfair to the oneshot considering the fact that it's been in my drafts since November. But oh well.

Hope you guys liked it. And I hope to get some requests soon, even if it's just a random activity and one of the MDE members, I can work with that. Also, be expecting a sad one soon. I promised I'd try to makes oneshots off of all of their songs, but each oneshot will be sad, and I've got one for Wallflower coming out soon. And Bryan just released a song, his angelic voice. It's in the media.

Stay safe, stay strong, and stay beautiful my Lil bitchez.

Yours Truly,

Andromeda Leigh Barnett