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

Otherside - Post Malone (Part 2 of Stay)

I been waiting wide awake for the waves to come and take
Take me right to you
One hundred bottles of the good shit couldn't even bring you back
What am I to do?
Feel like I'm circlin' a drain
All I see is the remains of an ugly truth
One hundred models I could follow
All the way to hell and back but they can't replace you

Oh, oh, oh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh, ohh
Oh, oh, oh, ohh, ohh

"Come on, Ames. Get your ass off the couch and come dance with us." Jessica said while grabbing my hand and trying to pull me up from my spot on the couch. I didn't budge and just held my bottle of Jack Daniel's closer. "Amy, you're totally a buzzkill at parties now..." "Then fuck off, Sherri." I snapped back at her, slightly slurring my words from all the alcohol that I'd drank during the party... and before the party even started. "Why are you always so damn hostile the past few months?" Jessica questioned while squatting down in front of me, Sherri doing the same right after her. "Maybe because I just wanna fucking get fucked up and not have to fucking deal with everyone." I snapped while trying to stand up. "Okay, that many f bombs means you've had way too much liquor." Sherri said while prying the bottle out of my hands. "Give me my shit back..." "Don't make me call Jeff." Jessica interrupted me in a threatening tone. "Do it. What's he gonna fucking do?" I slurred before stumbling off. "He's not who I need anyways." I added over my shoulder before making my way into the kitchen. Ever since Monty left for college, I've been spiraling. It's weird because we've been broken up for well over a year now but because we were still having our hookups, I guess it didn't really hit me until he was gone for good. He told me to stay in touch but whenever I try, he doesn't respond. He's probably having himself a great fucking time at college fucking any dumb slut that pays him any attention. While I just sit here pining over him and watching the door at every party hoping that he's gonna walk through it. I'm pathetic. I'm so fucking pathetic I won't even give any guys the time of day. Even Scott Reed who's so cute and so sweet. It's like I don't even notice a guy though unless he's Montgomery fucking De La Cruz. My heart hurt so bad and there was this giant hole in it from Monty's absence. I stumbled over to Justin and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. "Justyyyy." I grinned, causing him to look over at me with a chuckle. "My alcohol has been confiscated, care to share some weed with me?" I asked with doe eyes. The rest of the guys' in our friend group looked at me with sympathetic eyes. Justin did too but he eventually wrapped his arm around my waist and nodded. "I've got you, Amy. Let's go get high." He said before guiding me out of the house. They all knew that I'm super fucked up now that Monty's permanently out of my life. They feel for me, they really do. We made our way onto the back porch and he quickly lit up a blunt before passing it to me. I inhaled and softly smiled while closing my eyes. Once I exhaled, I went through the motions a couple of more times before handing it back to him. "Ahhh, that always makes me feel so much better." I said with a giddy smile, still keeping my eyes closed. I felt his eyes on me so I opened mine. I didn't like the look of pity that I was receiving from him. "Are you good, Ames? I just mean.. are you gonna be okay?" He asked carefully. "I am okay.. what are you talking about?" I forced myself to laugh like he was crazy for even thinking that there's something wrong with me. "Come on, Amelia. You don't have to pretend with me, or any of us really. We know you're hurting and we know why." He said while reaching out and placing his hand on my shoulder. I looked behind him and noticed all of our friends', including Jessica and Sherri, watching us from inside. I tried to stay strong but being so drunk and high kept me from being able to pretend. Before I knew it, tears were falling from my eyes and I was sobbing in Justin's arms. "What am I supposed to do?" I cried. He comforted me by petting my hair and whispering "it's okay" in my ear. "I miss him so much.. I-I need him." I sobbed louder this time. "I can't make the pain stop but I can tell you that flushing your whole life down the drain isn't gonna make it stop either." He said while pulling back to look in my eyes. I was too far gone to stop blubbering. "I-I-I... I love him." I finally spit out. "I know, Amy, I know."