Every Song Tells A Story (Montgomery De La Cruz Oneshots)

Stay - Post Malone

It's true that all that you know is all that you are
You said that it's all that you want and more
Fuck off and pour another drink
And tell me what you think
You know that I'm too drunk to talk right now
You put your cigarette out on my face
So beautiful, please woman, don't break your back for me. I'll put you out of your misery.

"What's up, Amelia?" I heard that damn voice knock me out of my thoughts. I was sitting on the couch in Bryce's living room, drinking away all of my sorrows. I should've known that he'd be here. Bryce is his best friend after all and just like me, he likes a good party too. Montgomery De La Cruz, my ex boyfriend. My ex boyfriend that I still to this day, almost 6 months later, can't seem to just cut off. We always seem to end up having drunk sex or crying to each other while we're high as a kite about how much we miss the other one and how miserable we are without each other. As soon as we wake up the next morning sober though, we go back to normal. We have such strong, amazing, chemistry together but we just don't work. We're too much alike in all the wrong ways and not enough alike in the right ways. Which causes us to do nothing but fight and hate each other. Which is why we broke up. I don't think either of us predicted that we'd still have our claws in each other to at least some extent still. "I'm drunk. I should probably stop drinking." I answered him with a small chuckle. "Who the fuck cares? Get another. We're at a party and having fun." He answered. I looked up at him and my breath caught in my throat once I made eye contact. He always does this to me. I think I'll always want him to some extent. I could tell by the look on his face that he feels the same way. I quickly stood up to make another drink and he followed behind me. All of our friends' were watching us, knowing where this was going to go. None of them approve of it, they think we need to cut each other off completely or we'll never move on from each other. I know they're right, Monty knows they're right, but yet.. we just can't do it. "Come outside with me?" I questioned and he immediately nodded. We went outside by the pool and sat down. I lit up a cigarette while he lit up the joint that he had behind his ear. He always has weed, which is one of the things that gets us into our little predicaments. "You having fun tonight?" He questioned and I nodded. "Yeah but.. forget it." I started before changing my mind. "You know you can talk to me about anything, Amy." He said, using my nickname that everyone calls me. I nodded before looking down and shifting my feet. "I just.. feel so lonely. Which I know sounds crazy since I'm at a party and all of my friends are here but.. I'm not with you so..." I drifted off, not wanting to say anymore. If I wasn't drunk, I wouldn't be admitting any of this to him. He passed the joint to me and I inhaled while he watched me. "I'm lonely too." He admitted a minute later, causing my eyes to widen. "That's why I found you. Because, well because... I feel better when you're around." He finished. We stared into each other's eyes and I leaned forward. He did the same and I blew him a shotgun. He skillfully inhaled all of the smoke and I watched with a soft smile. I could feel everyone's eyes on us but I didn't care and I knew that Monty didn't either. This is what we do, after all. We both leaned forward enough so that our noses were touching. He placed his hand on my bare thigh and gently began to rub. The sensation sent tingles down my spine. "Stay with me tonight?" I whispered, feeling all of the side affects of being drunk and high at the same time. "Of course." He whispered back. A second later, our lips were connected and I was crawling into his lap. I knew that I was going to be happy all night long, even if it was just until the sunrise.

Tell me that it's all okay (tell me that it's all okay)
I've been waitin' on this all damn day (waitin' on this all damn day)
Call me in the mornin', tell me how last night went
I'm here, but don't count on me to...

"Y'all can't keep doing this at every party or get together, Amelia Leigh. There was the time a couple of  weeks ago at Bryce's party and now y'all did it again last night at Jessica's." Jeff gently scolded me as we sat at Waffle House to cure our hangovers. Jessica had a party last night and as usual, Montgomery and I hooked up. We don't just hook up though. We really get in our feelings and end up spending the night sleeping in each other's arms. Jeff has been my best friend since I was born because our families were close, he's close with Monty as well. I know that he just wants to help us but he just doesn't understand. None of our friends' do. "It'll be over soon, Jeffery. I mean, he only has a few months left of high school and then he'll be off to college in a totally different state. We'll move on then." I said. I was trying to sound strong but the thought of losing Monty for good was really tearing me up inside. "It should've been over as soon as y'all broke up, Ames. Y'all don't work together and you both know it." He said in a comforting tone. "What if we've changed? I mean..." I drifted off whenever I saw the look on his face. Who am I kidding? We both know, as does everyone else, that Monty and I will never be compatible together. Not enough to be in an actual relationship, at least. "Okay, I know that's not true but.. I can't lose him just yet, Jeff. I just.. can't." I admitted in a whisper while looking down at my waffle and hash browns. He reached across the table and grabbed my hand while rubbing his thumb over the top of it soothingly. "Don't you think you're just hurting yourself more by keeping this up?" He asked. I shook my head but on the inside, I knew that he was right. I was hurting myself more by continuing to do this. It was gonna be harder on me whenever Monty leaves then it would've been if I would've just cut him off when I should've. "I just need a few more months with him, J. Even if it's just hook ups and cuddling at parties. I'm not ready to let go just yet and you know that he needs me to some extent still too. Once he gets away from his dad he won't need me anymore but until then, he needs me to stick around and stay in his life." I explained. He looked at me disappointed but he finally sighed and nodded. He knew that what I was saying was true. "Okay but, just promise me that you'll try to back off some. Alright?" He asked with eyebrows raised. I stared at him for a minute before nodding and sending him a soft smile. He did the same but we both knew that it was an empty promise.  Montgomery and I were going to stay in each other's lives until we're forced to permanently separate. As much as I hate to admit it, I wish that he could just stay here with me forever.