fearless

Bonus: Mashton or Tyddie? [oneshot]

The Motto- Drake
Ty

I stuff my hands into the pockets of my black jacket as I walk through the dark room. Blue and red lights flash around the room, only adding to the thrill that comes from the loud, eardrum shattering music that surrounds me. I take a seat on a barstool and look around, trying to see if I can find Ashton.

I don't want to be here, I'd rather be home, alone with my thoughts.

That's how I like my life.

My eyes scan the room, and eventually I do find Ashton, leaning against the wall, a beer in his hands. A girl grinds on him, and I almost throw up. Of course it's his girlfriend, Maddie, but it still makes me sick.

Ashton and Maddie are perfect for each other. They're both wild, they like to party, they're loud, and they're addicted to a bad combination—alcohol and sex. I look up once again and see Ashton kissing her neck. She stands in front of him, her hands on her thighs as she dances against him.

They both work in bars, so they practically live here. I think that I would get tired of being around my girlfriend 24/7 like Ashton is.

I had a girlfriend, but she left me because I wanted to wait to have sex. She was nothing but sex, addicted to it like it was a drug. Her name was Rita. Rita West, the popular party girl.

Sometimes I find myself deep in my thoughts, missing her, but other times I find myself drowning myself in alcohol, missing her. Both are unhealthy, but I can't stay away from them.

Sometimes I might wake up in a stranger's house, laying in their bed or on their couch, a slamming ache in my head.

Slowly, I'm killing myself, all because of one mistake I made, a mistake with eight letters in it's name, a mistake that would ruin my life for the long run.

Rita West.

>>         Ashton

She's naked, nothing covering up her body, a body that's built on insecurities and alcohol and sex. She lays beside me, blankets covering her so that she's not cold.

I'm going to hell for all the things I've done in my eighteen years, all of the mistakes I've made, all the lives I've ruined.

I can add another name to that list, too. Madison Eaton.

She was innocent when I met her. She stayed in every night, she lived near her parents and talked to them every day. She didn't have a boyfriend, but I always thought she would be perfect for my quiet, introvert for a brother.

Deep down, though, I loved her for her reserved personality. I wanted to show her what life was actually like. So I took her hand and held it in mine, placing a bottle of alcohol in the other, and that's how it started.

Now, here we sit, nearly three months later, naked in bed after having sex for about the five thousandth time. Soon, she wakes up and smiles at me.

"Hey babe." She tells me. I smile, and she pushes herself up and over so that she's laying on top of me. She pushes her arms against her boobs, making them look bigger, so I stretch a hand out and place it on them.

She throws her head back as I massage her skin, and positions herself so that she's nearly on top of me, and I feel my eyebrows furrow and my lip begin to get caged between my teeth.