without you [MYQ] i'm a disaster

[RACHEL FAITH MASON,]

Rachel had scooted herself to the edge of her bed, practically inches away from toppling off of it.  Rocky was curled up beside her, but still something was missing.  Someone was missing rather.   She wished the thought hadn't even crossed her mind.  That one thought, followed by an action that completely destroyed her relationship.   In all honesty, she really truly didn't know why she cheated on Myq.  And she wouldn't blame him if he wanted her dead and alone.  That's how she already felt. Completely dead to the world.  And it was her own fault.  

Forcing herself to sit up, she reached out for her cell phone.   For the third time that night, she dialed the number she knew by heart.  "H-Hey Myq," the nineteen-year-old stuttered, biting her lip rather hard. "I-It's..... It's Rachel again.... I just wanted to call and say I'm sorry. I'm a thousand times sorry.  I wouldn't blame you if you never spoke to me again, but I just wanted to say.... I miss you. I'm going to the park.  You know the number to call me back at...."  Quickly, she hung up before getting up.  She tied her neon blue hair back, showing how bloodshot her eyes really were.   Not bothering to change out of her pink tank top and matching pink shorts, Ray slid on her slippers, tucking Chelsea's  infamous flask into the waistband of her pants, as well as grabbing her bag of candy

The wind was fairly crisp when she walked outside, away from the heat inside.  Rachel hugged herself, rubbing her arms to warm up as she walked briskly to the park.  The city around her glowed as she collapsed in the grass, staring up at the stars. She pushed herself onto her elbows, pulling the cold metal flask from its hiding place.  The blue haired girl rolled onto her stomach, picking up the flask and opening it.  She took a long drink from the flask, the burning alcohol sliding down her throat.   Her free hand reached inside the open bag of candy, pulling out several of the sour snacks and shoving them in her mouth.  It was an odd combination, but she didn't care. She jumped, startled as she heard footsteps in the park.  The girl fumbled around for her phone, only to discover she had left it up in her room. "Who's there?!" she shouted shakily.  Her grasp on the flask tightened. 

TAG Myq ATTIRE

[/color] clicky! CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless. Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS without you - my darkest days NOTES ...yes she has food xDWORD COUNT four hundred six [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[MYQ SAMUEL EMERSON,]

© noxxy

hit me out of nowhere like a car crash on the street
suddenly c o l l i d i n g into me - - - -
- - - HOW CAN THIS FEEL SO BAD WHEN YOU SEEM SO GOOD FOR ME? )

Myq hadn't been right since... well, since the girl he thought was perfect for him cheated. He hadn't really opened up to anyone about it though he was sure people already knew; he didn't even tell Tyler, and that's when you knew something was really wrong. There he was, laying in his rather lonely hotel bed in the rather dark hotel room. He wasn't tired or anything; just confused. Confused to why Rachel would do such a thing to him when, during the time they were together, he never cheated once. He never even had the urge to, and that was unlike him. So when he found out about what she had done, he was most definitely blind sided.

He hadn't answered his phone from anyone for the past four hours. He went to band practice, did what he had to do, then left without so much as a word to where or what he was going to be up to. He figured that he'd just stay in the room for a few days; he felt like he just needed to be alone. And in that instant it hit him. He really was alone. He didn't have a girlfriend anymore, and he didn't really feel like talking to anyone about anything. Myq sighed and closed his eyes tightly. The ceiling had become boring and started hurting his eyes. He sighed again, this time deeper and slower. Within moments, he had fallen asleep.

Ten minutes later, he was awoken with a start. It was his phone. He didn't know why he hadn't put it on silent or vibrate mode, but as he grabbed the phone and looked at the caller ID, he groaned. It was Rachel, for the third time. He set it back down and let it ring. He wished he could go back to sleep but he was wide awake now. The phone stopped ringing and the familiar 'ding' let him know he had a voice mail. He sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and placed his head in his hands. Why did he always pick the worst people to get into relationships with? It was usually him that was the 'bad' person in relationships.

But it was karma, he knew. He broke tons of girls' hearts and now here he was, getting what he deserved. Myq knew of a lot of people that would like to know that. Five minutes passed before he finally decided to listen to the message. It was rather short and simple. She said she was sorry, but as he had found out as a kid sorry just didn't cut it in certain situations. He clenched his teeth lightly in thought then deleted the message. He sat back down on the bed and stared out the window across the room. What should he do? Should he call her back? Go to the park? Ignore her altogether? He was more than confused.

Within a second though he stood right back up. Not having had changed since he put his on that very morning, he slipped his sneakers on and grabbed a hoodie. Throwing his phone on the bed and making sure he had the room key, he walked out of the door. The park wasn't that far from he was, just a few blocks, so he didn't bother with his car. Besides, he needed the fresh air.

After a few minutes he had arrived at the ever lovely park. He and Rachel would meet there a lot, and for an instant it brought a fleeting feeling of happiness. But then he remembered, and he succumbed to his sadness. He wouldn't let her see, though. No, he had to make her believe that he didn't care they were over, that actually it was a better thing. But could he? Could he really pull off such a perfect charade? He'd just have to try his best.

Myq's eyes scoured the park. It shouldn't be that hard, he thought. After all it was fairly late at night. He saw someone laying in the grass and took in a breath. With not a single doubt, he knew it was Rachel. Not only because he could see a faint glow from her bright hair, but also because he knew the shape of her body so well. He clenched his teeth tightly then, a bitter taste arising in his mouth. Apparently there was someone else who knew the shape of her body well, too.

He began walking toward her, his hands pushed into the pockets of his hoodie. He almost regretted leaving the comfort of the hotel room. He almost regretted even listening to her message at all. But he was there and there was really no going back now. He raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched as Rachel fumbled around looking for something. "Who's there?!" He glanced around and shrugged. "It's me. Why, did you invite someone else?" The words seemed harsh and perhaps they were; but he was hurting and wanted to do anything possible to make it seem like he wasn't.

He sat down in the grass, not close to her but instead about five feet away. He didn't want to get too close to her, just in case he had a sudden impulse to wrap his arms around her, although he was sure he wouldn't. He was disgusted mostly, if anything. Disgusted, hurt, and lonely. What a lovely combination. He took his hands from his pockets and placed them on the cold ground behind him, leaning back and looking straight ahead at nothingness. "What'd you want?" he asked, eyes drifting toward the starlit sky.

TAG Rachel
WORDS 943
NOTES Hooray for between class time!
OUTFIT click hurr
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0! lyrics @ hey monday