Wrecked Hearts

Imagination

Alice's Pov:

   After about thirty or more minutes Alice decided to get off the bus. When she got off the bus Alice glanced around debating on what to do. That's when she noticed that there was the woods.  Debating on rather or not go  in it Alice finally decided to go. 

'What a smart move, going into the woods in middle of the night. It's not like any bears or something worse could pop up and kill you or anything' 

    Even Alice was annoyed with her own sarcasm right now.  Sighing, Alice kept walking until she spotted a car nearby and a light that looked like a fire?

'What kind of crazy people would be out in the woods in the middle of the night?' Alice thought to herself. 'Oh, wait she was in the middle of the woods at night.'

    Approaching the fire slowly, Alice hears faint laughter. When she got closer to the noise she was hearing  she thought her eyes were playing tricks in her. 'Lack of sleep will do that to you'. A voice in her head responded back sarcastically at her.    

      She had the answer to her question about what kind of crazy people would be up in the woods in middle of the night. When she saw Ryder flipping Terrance with some girl hanging off of him. Couldn't this day just get any better?  

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   Ryder's Pov:

   Even when he was heavily drunk he couldn't get Alice out of his head.   He was sure he was starting to see things because there stood Alice who had her arms crossed with a look that could kill.

Camilla was also pretty drunk to, dangling off my arm claiming that she was a monkey.

   Slowly getting up, I make my way towards my hallucination of Alice. "Ayyyeee Al." I slur out.   What was I doing?   This was my mind playing tricks on me, maybe he missed Alice so much he dreamt her up to be realistic.

   "I honestly don't want to know what your doing out here." The imaginary Alice says, while still giving me a glare or maybe the glare was directed toward Camilla.

"Your so cruellll Al, even in my dreams your boobs look great." Looking at her boobs he licked his lips and smiles slyly.

"Your such a perv Ryder, you always been like that?" Imaginary Alice spat out. 

"Don't even flipping start with me with who's been like what. At least I didn't change or freaking leave the one I love with no explanation."

"Ryder you don't know what your talking about your just drunk."

   "I know this isn't the real Alice." Ryder says gesturing towards Alice.  He meant that she was just a figment of his imagination and wasn't really there, but Alice thought something completely different.

   "Your right Ryder. I'm a freaking mess. I'm in a black and white world where you were the only thing grey. I'm a screw up, that's what I do. That's all I know how to do." Alice spits out in a shaky voice.

     Even knowing  this wasn't the real Alice in front of him he does what he no longer dared to do.  He kissed her.   He kissed her like it was the real Alice standing in front of him.   He Kissed her wanting to show her that he still loved her even though he was absolute mess.

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Alice's Pov:

     Thinking wasn't something Alice was doing at the moment.   Smelling the alcohol on Ryder's breath was a slight set back, but with Ryder kissing her fiercely like he was she really  didn't care.

    Not about her mom's death, not about her fight with her sister, and not about herself.   Kissing Ryder she stopped worrying about all the things that kept her from being her old self and with him again.   Allowing Ryder's tongue entrance, Alice tugs him by the collar of his shirt.

   Ryder puts his hands on Alice's waist and lifts her up. Just when things were getting heated he pulls back. "What a sad dream this is." He says, before he collapses on the ground.

'What the hell just happened?'  

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Ryder's Pov:

   I woke up noticing the room I was in wasn't my own.   Wait how did he even get home last night?   Last he remembered was Camilla climbing on him like she was a monkey then.... Oh, no.   Laying back down on the bed Ryder began to recall what happened last night.

  Truth or dare, Camilla offering him vodka, and Alice? Wasn't that just his imagination?   If Alice was there that meant... Oh, crap he basically molested her face with his lips.   

     Face palming himself in the face he made a move to get up, before he got the chance though the door opened revealing an zombified Alice.

     Alice had bags underneath her eyes, her hair tousled making her look like she had Afro and he was pretty sure he resembled her some. Laughing, Ryder sets up.

"Why are you laughing?" Alice asks staring at him likes he's gone crazy. Maybe he has. 

"We are such a freaking mess." 

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A/N: Thanks for reading ^-^ update should be soon.