~brodee~ signed, please remember me

[ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE,]

IN A SICK WAY I WANT TO THANK YOU
FOR HOLDING MY HEAD UP LATE AT NIGHT

SO I'LL DRIVE SO FUCKING FAR AWAY
THAT I'LL NEVER CROSS YOUR MIND
and do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

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Roxie's eyes were shut tight, her body was wracked with involuntary shudders, and she felt like a sandbag with a hole in it: heavy, cumbersome, and with her contents slowly leaking out. Her body knew something bad had happened. Why, there was a hole somewhere in her body that wasn't supposed to be there, but her brain couldn't comprehend anything aside from the fact that something was terribly wrong. When she opened one eye just a millimeter, the chaos above her head made her dizzy, so she shut it again. All of her senses were dull and hazy; her body felt miles away. There was a sudden thud which startled her- she went from light to dark in a matter of seconds, then back to light a few moments later. That was when everything exploded with action.

"Just got this one in, gunshot wound. It's punctured her lung."

"Pressure, put pressure on it, but be careful not to collapse it. Her vitals are all over the map. How long ago did this happen?"

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"No longer than 20, we found her in the alley off of 17th street. Her name's Roxanna Moxie, and she's in that band my daughter listens to all the time. Barbie something.[/color]

"Barbie the Dyke. My daughter loves that band too. Is surgery ready?"

"It better be, we don't have time to wait. Get the scrubs together and roll her in.[/b]"

Lights were going by over Roxie's head, she felt like she was going through a tunnel, surrounded by so many voices that didn't really make any sense. She couldn't open her eyes, she had forgotten how to move, and she floated through the air without any way to direct where she was going. Her breathing was shallow and painful, yet her face didn't contort with agony nor did she really feel it directly. Roxie was completely numb, even though she didn't know what numb was.

"Okay, put the mask on her. Careful with the levels. Let's see if we can save this one."[/b]

Then everything went black. [/i]


Many hours later, Roxie was rudely awakened by a gentle hand on her shoulder and all of a sudden felt as if she'd been hit by a train. Her eyes took awhile to focus, because in her mind the only thing she could hear was the pounding of her heart against her chest. A woman bustled around above her, adjusting something in a clear bag hanging above her head. The lady was hazy and Roxie wasn't quite sure if she was awake or asleep.

"Roxanna? How are you feeling?" the woman said in a quiet voice, playing with something above Roxie's head. She struggled to turn and look, but the woman shook her head. "Please take it easy, you've been very seriously injured. You're lucky to be alive."

"Roxie. Whuzzat?" she mumbled quietly in a very hoarse, weak voice. Her attempts to sound intimidating and tough were absolutely futile. Every time she even blinked it made her head spin. Her voice was barely audible, and the nurse had to bend forward to hear.

"Ooh, don't speak! Your lung! This is morphine. It'll help with the pain."

Roxie frowned hard and reached out to grab the IV, missing it a couple times before clumsily reaching the pole and pinching it off. The nurse looked surprised and didn't quite know what to do.

"Don't want any,"[/color] she growled, sounding more like a wounded bear than a fearsome tigress.

"I don't think that's a wise choice, your sleep-" she stammered back, obviously not used to such an adamant patient.

"I don't want to sleep either."[/color]

"You're... you're not suicidal are you?"

Roxie scoffed, which she realized was a mistake when a sharp pain stabbed through her chest. Rolling her eyes and looking out the window to avoid the personal part of the conversation, she kept her eyes far away from the nurse's gaze. Clearly the woman was a little new to this game. Roxie opened her mouth for a venemous retort, but her breath caught in her throat and she wheezed, her vision swirling. Instead she responded with a subdued: "No, I'm not."[/color]

The nurse stood there and blinked for a few moments, busying with undoing the morphine but leaving the bothersome needle in Roxie's arm. If she thought she could get away with it, Roxie would have already ripped the damn thing out. Eventually the nurse gave up and stood by the door, looking deflated.

"If you change your mind, please let me know,"

With that, the woman disappeared out the door and Roxie closed her eyes, trying to come up with a method of breathing that allowed her the least amount of pain. Shallow or deep, slow or fast, nothing seemed to be working. But she adamantly gripped the end table and refused to call the nurse back in, though the thought crossed her mind many times. Roxie had to piece together what happened the night before, what led to a gun, and what had happened to her. She remembered next to nothing. They had been doing the deal and all of a sudden the alleyway had been filled with flashing lights. Sonny moved so fast, she couldn't remember where he'd gone though she tried desperately. Alex's face had been the last thing she saw, along with the deadly silver flash of handcuffs.

But who was she to be throwing the word "deadly" around right now? Someone had shot her. Shot her. And now her entire world had been turned upside down, contents spilled out and strew on the ground for her to pick up and piece back together.

Eventually the pain exhausted her to the point where she couldn't keep her eyes open. Roxie all but passed out with her hand still resting on the bedside table. Not too many minutes later, the nurse returned to the room and reconnected the morphine. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

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TAGS?: Brodee. <3
WORDS?: Fucking, a lot.
MUSE?: AWESOME seeing as I wrote this post days and days ago. XD
MUSIC?: TWICE by 16BIT
OUTFIT?: SCRUBS. Hate on it.
LYRICS?: GOODBYE WAVES AND DRIVEWAYS
CREDIT?: kourtni @ CAUTION !

[BRODEE PRESTON MICHAELS,]

He heard the screaming and then a pound at the plaster. Only a moment later, pulling back to leave traces of sweat and the impression of Roxie’s back on their bathroom mirror. He bit down hard on her lip as her nails violently scraped down his back. With his face so close to hers he could feel each of her quick gasping breaths released between moans screams and the occasional sharp inhale accompanied by a small whimper. After stumbling from the bathroom back to the bedroom wall for a few brief moments they fell to the bed, a tangled sweaty mess. Brodee pushed his soaked hair back off his face only to have it fall forward again as he perched himself over Roxie, kissing gently at all the places he had left markings or broken the skin with his teeth across her neck. Just as he leaned down to whisper something he had never imagined he was jolted from his sleep by the screaming of his Android on the bedside table. He rolled over in his bed, dazed, alone…and stiff all over.

He had never imagined himself so attached to a woman before, let alone a woman just as arrogant, controlling and…bitchy as him. They had had their problems, boy, were they fucked up, but they worked. Not only that but he had never imagined so much physical tension between him and anyone. Sure, Brodee liked sex just as much as the next guy. But it wasn’t easy to get from him. But ever since their first sexual encounter at the venue back in New York, Brodee couldn’t help but feel a slight tug behind his zipper whenever she was around. They had had their wild scenarios since then but they still knew when to work and when to play.

He rolled over, groggy and grumpy and picked up his phone. 4:24 Am. On his phone he saw a thumbnail photo of a little blonde girl with the name Aubey below it in white letters. His voice was low and scratchy, “Hello?” All he heard on the other end was inaudible muttering between choking sobs. He instantly sat up in bed and forced himself awake. “Whoa, Aubey, What happened?!” He was overcome with fear and worry. She choked through her words, frantic for a moment of peace. “Aubey! Slow down!” After taking a deep breath and gasping a bit, she relayed her tale, clearly making some strange attempt to keep her voice low. Brodee’s mind went black, only retaining a few words, “bad deal….coke….Alex….cops…Roxie…shot.”

He dropped his phone to the floor, tearing back his covers and tugging on his pants from off the floor and a gray wife beater hanging on the back of his desk chair. After grabbing up his phone and tossing on his rugged worn Vans he flew out the door. He didn’t even bother with the elevator. The two flights of stairs took no time.

Despite it being 4:30 Am in Maine he managed to get a cab to the hospital. After pacing around the waiting room and taking a seat he was approached by the nurse who had assisted him when he first arrived. “Sir, Ms. Moxie is still in recovery. She’s in critical condition." He glared up at her from where he sat, disgusted at the frustration this was causing. “Do you know who I am?” She shrugged looking remorseful and slightly frightened. “I’m aware sir, but I’m sorry. The Earliest I can let you in is 3 Pm. Immediate family only.” He sat back, crossing his arms across his chest and muttering obscenities to himself until the nurse exited the waiting room. He thought for a moment and then walked around to the other desk in the east wing. He leaned over the desk running his tongue over his teeth and beamed a smile at the young dark haired nurse at the desk, who looked a bit start struck. “Ma’am, I was hoping you could help me. I’m Brodee Michaels, drummer for the band Go! No! Stop!. My wife, Roxanna Moxie, who’s in Barbie the Dyke, is currently in ICU and it’s urgent that I see her.” He put extra emphasis on the word wife. So maybe he did lie. But the important thing was for him to see her. That’s all he wanted. The nurse looked up at him starry eyed and open mouthed. “Mr. Michaels it is such an honor. I’m a huge fan and I have all of GSN’s albums and…” He cut her off there grinning and nodding. “Right, so. About my wife.” “Oh! Right!” She picked up the phone and held it to her ear looking a bit confused. “Wait, you’re married? Oh never mind.” She gave the question a dilatory wave and dialed a few numbers. Brodee leaned on the desk and looked around as the nurse spoke into the phone. “Can you please alert Miss Roxanna Moxie in room 205 that her husband, Mr. Brodee Michaels is here to see her. Yes. Thanks you.” She hung up. “You can go right up Mr. Michaels. Second floor room 205.” He left straight for the elevators with no response. “Have a good day Mr. Michaels!” she pathetically called after him.

Despite his calm exterior, Brodee felt his innards readying themselves to burst out of every opening in his body. Actually, he was a wreck.

Notes: MWAHAHA sexy time! I'm a rule breaker
Tags: ROXIE
Word Count: 896
Outfit: click!
Muse: Great

[ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE,]

IN A SICK WAY I WANT TO THANK YOU
FOR HOLDING MY HEAD UP LATE AT NIGHT

SO I'LL DRIVE SO FUCKING FAR AWAY
THAT I'LL NEVER CROSS YOUR MIND
and do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

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Roxie awoke again sometime around 4:30 to a sharp pain in her chest. Her eyes snapped open and went wide, breath caught in her throat and unable to move. She had been sleeping, but certainly not dreaming. Her mind was a swirling black vortex, between the pain and the drugs. She gasped for air and the searing pain raced through her again. It made her muscles tighten and ache, but it was necessary. Roxie never thought she'd need help for anything, not to mention a basic skill like breathing.

As if things couldn't get any worse, the nurse must have heard her struggling and immediately bustled in, fussing over her. Roxie resisted the urge to scream- or hit the poor woman. All she wanted was space.

"Is everything okay in here?" she asked, fiddling with the morphine again. Roxie swore they gave her more every time she blinked.

"Fucking fine," she hissed, her voice a shell of what it had been about four hours ago. "Now leave."

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The nurse, who had apparently finally learned not to respond to Roxie's bitter temper, said nothing and nodded, backing out of the room. This time she had barely enough determination to unhook the tube, sighing with relief when the bag stopped dripping. She didn't want to think, but she didn't want to stay in a useless stupor anymore. Besides, maybe all the pain would remind her of what actually happened.

As she drifted off again, her brain began to work and she realized that she was freezing. The windows were closed, but she was missing the constant warmth of Brodee next to her. She wanted him so bad that it bordered on absolute need- the loneliness was overwhelming. Normally she would have been back by 1:15 to 1:30, 2am by the absolute latest. Yet it was now over two hours past the deadline. Did he notice? Was he able to sense that she hadn't returned yet, or was he just sleeping soundly? She figured the latter and finally shut her eyes again.

However, only moments later there were more footsteps and voices outside her door. Roxie thought with disdain that it was the nurse coming back to hook her IV up again, but the voice was male- and one that had been swimming through her mind. She blinked through the haze as the figure appeared in the doorway, but didn't quite believe it.

Her breath caught in her throat again, but this time the stabbing was worth it. It let her know that she was awake and what she was seeing was real.

"Brodee...?"[/color] she whispered, and the hoarseness was this time accompanied by the grip of tears.
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TAGS?: Brodee. <3
WORDS?: 601
MUSE?: <333
MUSIC?: TWICE by 16BIT
OUTFIT?: SCRUBS. Hate on it.
LYRICS?: GOODBYE WAVES AND DRIVEWAYS
CREDIT?: kourtni @ CAUTION !

[BRODEE PRESTON MICHAELS,]

Brodee calmly placed himself in the elevator, pressed the two, and went numb. He didn’t feel the shock of his back slamming into the wall, or his head knock against the cold metal as it flew back once his neck went limp. He sank to the floor, but only for a moment. He pulled himself up just as the door slid open. He sauntered by himself down the corridor, letting his mind race. How did this happen? Who did it? Why…why Roxie? He clenched his fist as everything welled up, squelching rage, pain, confusion, and all in between.

Just as he was about to pass 204 he was accosted only a few feet from Roxie’s door by who appeared to be her doctor. “Mr. Michaels I presume?” the doctor inquired, offering his hand. “Yep.” He responded not acknowledging his gesture, making an attempt to side step him. “Nice to meet you. Now I gather from your urgency that you have some inkling to the situation and what we’re dealing with.” Brodee rolled his eyes. “Yes doctor. Now if you’d please….” He was cut off. “Sir, I need you to understand, Roxanna is in critical condition.” If he heard that one more time… "The bullet managed to hit her lung, but another centimeter over in either direction and it could have been fatal.” At this point Brodee was highly irritated and tempted to just shove past the man. But the last thing he needed at the moment was to be escorted out of the hospital when he was already so close and didn’t even get to see her. “Your wife is very lucky to be alive. Now we ask, if you could, try and keep conversing to a minimum. We’ve asked her to use her voice as little as possible. But,” the doctor chuckled a bit, “she’s one of our more stubborn patients.” Brodee smiled. “That’s my wife alright. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Brodee stepped around the doctor before he could get a word in edge wise.

With his hand on the door handle he wasted no time. He wasn’t sure what to expect, what kind of shape she’d be in. “Brodee?” Honestly for a moment he was taken aback by the scratchy hoarse low voice. It wasn’t like Roxie’s ever was, even after long nights of screaming, which Brodee, had grown used to and fond of. He couldn’t help but run to the bed and grab her face, making sure to be gentle, but kissed her with every force he had, and for a quick second he felt that twinge of pain in the back of his head that’s always there before the waterworks. But he held himself together. He pulled back smiling, furrowing his brow, but still holding her face laughing. “Shhh, the doctor told me you don’t know how to shut the hell up.” He kissed her again and sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her around the shoulders for a good 45 seconds. “You trooper. God DAMN, I’m so happy you’re still alive.” He held her again, embracing the reality that she was in fact alive. He lowered his voice a bit. “I can’t believe I almost lost you.”

Notes: WIFE!
Tags: ROXIE
Word Count: 534
Outfit: click!
Muse: Okayyyy

[ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE,]

IN A SICK WAY I WANT TO THANK YOU
FOR HOLDING MY HEAD UP LATE AT NIGHT

SO I'LL DRIVE SO FUCKING FAR AWAY
THAT I'LL NEVER CROSS YOUR MIND
and do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

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Roxie wasn't dreaming. There he was, the only person on earth she wanted to see right now. In an instant he had crossed the room with easy stride and taken her face in his hands. Brodee kissed her with an intensity that Roxie hadn't felt before, almost as if he never wanted to break away. But he did, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her tightly. Roxie's eyes went from elated to ashamed in a flicker, but Brodee couldn't have seen.

"The doctor told me you don’t know how to shut the hell up" he said, and she grinned a bit.

"You knew that already," she whispered, closing her eyes and breathing in his scent. Even without cologne he smelled like home. "Now leave."

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He let her go and looked at her, almost as if she were something new. Probably accepting the fact that she really was here. Almost as if Brodee read her mind, he continued.

God DAMN, I’m so happy you’re still alive. I can't believe I almost lost you."

Roxie bit her lip and looked at the ground. She was torn between a bitter rage and an intense sadness, tossed back and forth between the two every few seconds. It wasn't that she was mad at Sonny, or the consequences, or even what had happened. Apparently someone had taken the drugs from her- probably Alex- so she was off the hook. Yet she couldn't let go of the anger. It had happened to Roxanna Moxie, the girl who thought she was invincible. Now here she was, injured and without a voice. How intimidating.

"Can't kill me that easy,"[/color] she rasped, trying to push her voice to be a bit louder. Nobody was ever going to take her seriously ever again.

Roxie pulled her knees up to her chest and pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, surveying Brodee as he sat on the edge of her bed. What would he think of her now? Would anything change? She wanted him to be here more than anything else and she needed his support, but everything in her being wanted to push him away. She had fucked up, she wasn't flawless anymore. What would Brodee do with a faulted significant other? Everything would change. Her relationship, the tour, her reputation certainly. It would be almost impossible to put things back to normal and Roxie would kill herself trying if she had to.

Not too long before his arrival, Roxie had heard Brodee stubbornly trying to get past the doctor outside- though very vaguely- but she couldn't mistake the word "wife" dropping a few times. Strange. Wanting to keep the subject off of how vulnerable she was, Roxie switched the conversation up a bit.

"Since when are we married?"[/color] she asked with a bit of a grin.
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TAGS?: Brodee. <3
WORDS?: 601
MUSE?: <333
MUSIC?: TWICE by 16BIT
OUTFIT?: SCRUBS. Hate on it.
LYRICS?: GOODBYE WAVES AND DRIVEWAYS
CREDIT?: kourtni @ CAUTION !

[BRODEE PRESTON MICHAELS,]

Fuck, it was all over now. Roxie had seen every possible point in Brodee. Granted, they had been together for a long ass time now…longer than he had been with anyone else, and there had been plenty of sappy emotional exchanges, but this was the first time it had ever dawned on either of them that maybe he needed her. And he couldn’t have that. He couldn't get any weaker than needing someone, and Brodee was not one to take to weakness. He couldn’t need Roxie, he couldn’t get attached. It just wasn’t him. He was losing the he in the we. And there was no way he was giving in. But at the same time he really had no control. He had simply fallen. He’d just have to do some reconstructing. He could have Roxie and himself.

He looked Roxie in the eye to see the hint of a grin. “Since when are we married?” He was caught. How did she even hear that? He chuckled a bit getting up walking to the foot of her bed. “Oh, didn’t you hear darling? Oh, I was sure you wouldn’t mind all and…well…yep. We’re married as of, oh, 2.5 hours ago.” He circled around walking again to her besides sitting down by her legs. “I proudly present Mrs. Roxanna Skyler Moxie-Michaels.” He thought for a moment. “Nice ring to it, eh?” He smiled at her scooting closer resting both of his forearms on her shoulders and cradling the back of her head. “But honestly babe, how else did you expect me to convince them to let me see you?” He bit his lip looking a bit shattered at the thought of going back to their empty bed eventually. “I mean one minute I’m laying there asleep, by the way remind me to tell you about the dream I had, but one minute I’m all wrapped up inside my head and the next I’ve got Aubree sobbing in my ear, something about drugs and you getting shot, and the first thing I could think is ‘No. Not today. No way in hell am I letting her go that easily.’” He laid his head on her forehead again, more so muttering to himself than her. “Not today.”

He looks back up, staring her dead in the eye with more compassion then intimidation, despite what he had intended. “Now I know this may not be the time, but, Rox how in the bloody hell did this even happen? I mean, God, I had no clue where you were. If you don’t want to talk about it…I could…give you time. But I just really need to know…who the fuck did this to you?”

Notes: I'm late. I'm late, for a very important date
Tags: ROXIE
Word Count: 448
Outfit: click!
Muse:

[ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE,]

IN A SICK WAY I WANT TO THANK YOU
FOR HOLDING MY HEAD UP LATE AT NIGHT

SO I'LL DRIVE SO FUCKING FAR AWAY
THAT I'LL NEVER CROSS YOUR MIND
and do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

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As Brodee explained that they had been married 2.5 hours prior, and Roxie couldn't help but grin. Brodee always did have a way of getting what he wanted by any means. Clever little devil.

"Oh? Where's my ring and my disneyworld wedding, hm?

[/b] she asked, faking a frown. Her betraying smirk crept through, as always.

However, as Brodee explained to Roxie his side of the past several hours, Roxie's eyes took on that vacant, subdued look that they always did when Brodee was being emotional with her. Even though nobody else would be able to tell that he was upset, she could, and a tightness formed in her chest. She focused on a spot on the wall across the room and curled up in a little ball, buried in Brodee's chest as she waited with bated breath for him to ask her the question that Roxie knew was coming, but didn't want to hear.

[i"Who the fuck did this to you?"[/i]

Roxie grit her teeth as if reliving the event again, but it was just a stab of pain ripping through her lungs. Closing her eyes tight, she felt the anger, the confusion and the fear burning inside her.

"I don't know what happened. One second we're all standing there." she said barely above a whisper, still not opening her eyes. "Then the blue lights came on, and Sonny was gone."[/color]

Roxie paused and took a deep breath, opening her eyes which were welling with tears. She wiped them away bitterly and continued, still staring at that spot across the room.

"I heard a gunshot, and I thought it was the cops shooting at Sonny,"[/color] she paused for a second, then shoot her head, eyes still fixated as if she were hypnotized. "Then the ground was rushing up at me, and Sonny was gone. Alex's face was the last thing I remember."
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TAGS?: Brodee. <3
WORDS?: 601
MUSE?: <333
MUSIC?: Brave (Gemini Remix) by Kelis
OUTFIT?: SCRUBS. Hate on it.
LYRICS?: GOODBYE WAVES AND DRIVEWAYS
CREDIT?: kourtni @ CAUTION !

[BRODEE PRESTON MICHAELS,]

He instantly clenched his fist, and wondered to himself: Who in the hell is “we’re all”? He tried his hardest to listen intently but now his mind was racing between rage and urgency. His thoughts were consumed by finding out who shot Roxie and what he’d do the second he got his hands on them. Now this…this felt right. Instead of brimming with worry and emotion and fear, and all those pathetic things Brodee tried to stay away from, he was angry, fired up, and probably ready to shoot someone himself. But he did have to try and control it. He reminded himself: this is about Roxie right now. Your girlfriend is in a fucking hospital bed, now pay attention to her dammit!

"Then the blue lights came on, and Sonny was gone."

“Sonny?”
Brodee muttered to himself. As if he and Sonny didn’t already have their differences, this just blew shit out of the water. There was already bad blood running between the two, and now Brodee really had an excuse to kick his face in. He bit down hard on his lip, and reminded himself again to just keep listening. Just shut up and listen.
"I heard a gunshot, and I thought it was the cops shooting at Sonny. Then the ground was rushing up at me, and Sonny was gone. Alex's face was the last thing I remember."

Brodee looked at her, almost disgusted and awe-struck, not with her of course, though.
“So it was them? They’re the ones responsible for all this bullshit?”
His voice was raising and so was the anger.
“Rox, what in the bloody hell were the three of you even doing out there? I mean really, what in the hell was going on?!”
He got up, standing next to the bed, fists clenched at his sides.
“I’m gonna knock them both out.”
He paced around the bed, worked up beyond belief.
“I mean really, we both already know Alex is a bone head, so he would be the one to get you into trouble. And Sonny…Sonny’s a fucking wanker anyways. First Aubree, now you, like really is he just gonna tear up everyone on the tour?” He looked at her face, his eyes mere slits.
“You knew better.”

But he couldn’t blame her completely. And even if she was fully and utterly to blame, he’d be in denial of it. But fact of the matter was that they were in quite a predicament, and given his mood and situation he just had to blame someone.

Notes: noneeee
Tags: ROXIE
Word Count: 423
Outfit: click!
Muse: (:

[ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE,]

IN A SICK WAY I WANT TO THANK YOU
FOR HOLDING MY HEAD UP LATE AT NIGHT

SO I'LL DRIVE SO FUCKING FAR AWAY
THAT I'LL NEVER CROSS YOUR MIND
and do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind

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As she retold the story of what she remember to Brodee, Roxie watched his face tell her its own story. She could practically hear the thoughts in his head all from his expressions. When she finished, his reaction was fairly close to what Roxie had expected, but that didn't mean that it became any easier. His volume and intensity raised as he rifled off the interrogation that Roxie had predicted.

“Rox, what in the bloody hell were the three of you even doing out there? I mean really, what in the hell was going on?!" he demanded, and Roxie had to fight to avoid rolling her eyes.

"You know exactly what was going on," she replied with a bit of a frown. "The same thing that goes on every time I disappear for hours at night. Sonny just happened to be there this time."

Of course Roxie had known that Sonny was going to be there and of course she hadn't told Brodee. It wasn't that she wanted to be with Sonny secretly for some bad reason, it was just that Sonny already made Brodee bad enough and bringing up the fact that he was going on a drug adventure with her that night would have caused more trouble than Roxie had expected there to be. Guess that was out the window now.

“I mean really, we both already know Alex is a bone head, so he would be the one to get you into trouble," he went on, clearly getting more worked up as he continued. Roxie was waiting for him to blow himself out- which he hopefully would. "And Sonny…Sonny’s a fucking wanker anyways. First Aubree, now you, like really is he just gonna tear up everyone on the tour?”

Figuring it was better to simply not reply, Roxie watched Brodee pace around the room and assumed that he was finally finished, struggling to sit up without causing herself more pain than she was already in. However, when he rounded on her and narrowed his eyes, her breath caught in her throat.

"You knew better," he hissed, and she felt her heart practically explode in her chest. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, fighting to find a reply. Tears welled in her eyes but she grit her teeth and bit them back like a champ.

"I thought... I mean, I couldn't... I did nothing wrong."

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TAGS?: Brodee. <3
WORDS?: Fucking, a lot.
MUSE?: AWESOME seeing as I wrote this post days and days ago. XD
MUSIC?: TWICE by 16BIT
OUTFIT?: SCRUBS. Hate on it.
LYRICS?: GOODBYE WAVES AND DRIVEWAYS
CREDIT?: kourtni @ CAUTION !

[BRODEE PRESTON MICHAELS,]

Brodee gave her that same sarcastic condescending angry laugh, smiling in her face. “Ohhhh nothing wrong.” He laughed to himself as he repeated, “nothing wrong. Because you do no wrong Rox.” He started circling the bed. “Roxie you were there for Christ’s sake! With them! That was wrong within itself!” He stopped, facing the wall, slamming his fists against it and rested his forehead against the cool wall for a moment. Calm down Brodee. Maybe this is why people either hid stuff from him or felt the need to sneak around him. He had this issue with lashing out. Fight now. Listen later. That was always his M.O. And maybe for once he really did need to just calm down and listen. He came back to the real world.

“No,” he muttered. With his hands up, turning to face Roxie he said “you know what? We’re not gonna fight about this. We have more important things to deal with.” He sat on the edge of the bed on the other side of her and flopped onto her bed. “I’m gonna intrude on your space now.” He sighed deeply running his hand through his hair looking up at the ceiling. “Am I too hard on you sometimes? Well…” he turned on his side brushing the back of his finger on her thigh trying to soften the situation “too hard on…everyone?”

Was this Brodee admitting he was wrong? No. Was he admitting vulnerability? Fuck no. But hey. They always say there was room for improvement. It was great having everyone step out of your way, and getting what you want from intimidation. But if there was one thing Brodee wanted, it was respect. And there is a fine line between fear and respect.

He propped himself up on his elbow. “I mean really. Am I that bloody frightening?”

Notes: Lateeeee. I sorrys.
Tags: ROXIE
Word Count: 306
Outfit: click!
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