dance in the r a i n {cecilia}

[CHELSEA HOPE-ARTEMIS PAYNE,]

Chelsea yawned, curling up more on her bunk as her iPod started playing loudly in her ear from under her pillow.  It was ten in the morning, the latest she had slept in since she had left to go to college in Georgia.  Her hazel eyes opened slowly, looking around the bus for the first time really since forever ago.  It was still strange to her to wake up in her bunk without Carver there like he had been since before he left.  The nineteen-year-old was thankful for the small fact that no one had even asked her about him, or where he was.  That was a touchy subject that would never be a good topic for the brunette girl.   Her legs swung out of her bunk, a pair of shorts on with a University of Georgia shirt covering her petite torso.  

Her calloused feet hit the floor with a soft thud and, dragging her red blanket with her, she trudged into the kitchen.  Tiredly, she started the coffee pot and hopped up on the small counter.  Her mind was still racing.   She had to remember to attempt to be kind to Aubree like Brodee asked her to be, she needed to tell Brodee that Roxie had cheated on him with Lucky and that Tyler could back her up, and she needed to tell Cecilia what had happened.  The list repeated drowsily in her brain, until the coffee pot  beeped at her annoyedly.  "Oh, shut up," she glared at the machine, taking down a coffee cup.  

After pouring her drink, Chelsea dropped the blanket that was tangled around her arms and set her cup on the counter before wandering to the back to change clothes. Now in clean, non-slept-in clothes, the girl stepped into the bathroom.  Her eyes squeezed shut at the sight of her razor that she had laid in her small make-up bag.  Her hand went to the scar on her wrist where she had cut too deep. Shaking her head to erase the memory, she stepped back out of the bathroom and made a beeline to her coffee cup.  The brunette brushed her blonde highlights out of her vision and smiled as she took a sip of her coffee.  "Hey sweet pea," she nodded to her friend, and bandmate Cecilia.  "A penny for your thoughts?"

tagged: Cecilia
words: 393!
notes: here we go :]
lyrics: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o
credit: LAVIEBOHEME @ caution 2.o

[CECILIA LACEY SIMON,]

Cecilia had spend the night with Nico as usual. His bus was the most likely place to find her after all. But because of its more official resident Haylee-Rae she was normally out of there the second Nico left for work. That was rather late this morning so Cecilia had spent the morning sitting in bed, in her undies, talking wedding plans, and baby plans. Eventually Nico had to leave so Cecilia put on his pajama pants, ten sizes too big, and her black tank top. She kissed her fiancé goodbye and left the bus shoeless as usual. All this was fine and dandy, until Nico had been out of her sights for ten seconds.

It was strange how alone she felt when Nico wasn’t around, which was often since he was always busy. Walking back to the bus alone she started to have racing thoughts about the wedding and her dress, and what if she was too fat in it for the wedding dress. Or she fell walking down the aisle. What if Nico started drugs again, and then she’d have the baby and be alone. What if the band kicked her out because she wasn’t happy after the baby. What if the baby come out evil, or with a weird nose. Everything that could possibly go wrong was the only thing in her head with Nico wasn’t around. Cecilia was practically in tears by the time she got back to her bus and stomped inside.

Cecilia was so upset that she didn’t even notice Chelsea making coffee and just sat straight down on the couch, glaring at the wall. She was half temped to call Nico and tell him to come home but she knew he wouldn’t answer. Cecilia jumped when Chelsea started talking. “Oh damn, babygirl you are sneaky” She said eyeing her coffee jealously. “Fuck, I miss caffeine” Cecilia looked down at her tummy. “Can’t you just be a caffeine addict like you daddy?” Cecilia was pouty today. She blinked up at Chelsea and sighed. “I don’t wanna get married anymore. Or have a baby” She said feeling like she could cry but knowing that she was being crazy.

words ;; 360
muse;; not awful
notes;; none