Why Don't We Preferences

Make ups

Jonah Marais:

You were huddled in your bed surrounded by used tissues, blankets and pillows.  The wet patch on your pillow was slowly extending because of your tears.  You literally couldn't do anything because Jonah did everything with you.  Watch TV?  Um, no.  Listen to music?  NO!  Go to Starbucks?  Absolutely not.  Cry in your bed?  Hooray, there was something you could do.  Your phone vibrated quietly.  You glanced at the caller ID and declined it immediately.  It rang until it pissed you off and you answered.  "What the fuck do you want?  Want me to grovel at your feet some more?  Want to use my body as a fucking mat for your shoes?" you shouted into the phone.  

"No, dammit.  Please come outside," he sounded like he was choking on tears, like how you were.  

"Leave me alone," you hung up and tossed your phone off the bed, knowing it wouldn't break.  You heard the apartment door open and close.  You never regretted giving him a key so badly until now.  He opened your bedroom door, holding a plastic bag, filled with junk food and some movies.  He placed the keys you'd given him on your dresser and offered you the bag.  

"I know you're mad at me.  I hate myself for that too.  You're everything I want in a girl and you're the only girl for me.  I'm sorry, I never meant to take advantage of you, I have no excuse.  You are the reason I make music with the boys and without you, life seems so dull.  You brought color and fireworks and confetti to my life, I can't live without you," he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.  "I understand if you won't take me back, I wouldn't but... just take the bags, it's got all your faves."  You took the bags and sorted through them as Jonah turned to leave.  

"Well, someone's gonna have to eat these with me," you hinted, cleaning up your bed.  As soon as Jonah understood what you meant, he leapt on the bed and peppered you with kisses.  "If you do that to me again, I will murder you Marais," you threatened lightly.  

"I know, Cutie, I know," he smiled, glad to have you back.  

Daniel Seavey: 

You were packing everything Daniel had gotten you.  "Fuck clothes!  Fuck shoes!  Fuck necklaces!  Fuck him!" you ripped off your promise ring, ready to throw it but you just couldn't let it go.  Instead you collapsed on the carpet, crying your heart out.  You clutched the simple band tightly, trying to make the pain go away.  You were so caught up in crying you didn't hear the door open.  You weren't aware someone other than you was in the apartment until arms were wrapped around you.  Gasping, you wrenched yourself out of their grasp and scrambled away.  "Shit Daniel, you can't just come in here and fucking scare me like that!" you huffed, wiping your eyes.  His blue eyes were filled with loneliness and pain.  

"I'm sorry," he whispered.  "I'm so sorry I hurt you.  I can't forgive myself.  I thought... I thought, that if you forgave me it might make me feel better enough to forgive myself for doing that to you," he whispered.  

"Danny... I forgive you as long as you don't go kissing other girls," you replied.  "I missed you to be honest."  His silver band flashed, catching your eye.  He glanced at your hand, and noticed a missing ring.  

"Ring?" he asked.  

"Uh, here," you opened your hand to reveal the ring.  

"Look, if we're breaking up, you don't have to wear the ring.  I mean, I'm still going to wear mine, but you don't have to," he started.  

"Hold on, we're not breaking up, unless you want to...?" 

"NO.  No, I don't want to break up."  You crawled over to him and in his lap.  

"Then I guess you just can't go around kissing girls," you smiled.  

"She wasn't as good as you," Daniel smiled.