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For What It's Worth..

-Your fucking mine.-

Both my grandparents passed away in a span of two months. Being raised by my father and my grandparents, and a tiny little bit of my mother. My sister and I took it harshly. Also somewhere around that time, my boyfriend of five years left me.

He said he couldn't take my being depressed all the time and not doing anything after losing my grandparents. So like any reasonable person, I took my dog and cat at the time, clothes and books; and my computer and Xbox and told him to go fuck himself.

All my stuff is at Mias, including Nix and Marilyn. She took us in for a year or so, until I decided to travel. She gladly took my animals and cares for them even now; her not having a animal in the house was driving her nuts until I brought my fur-babies. I wasn’t even upset that Dylan had dumped me, in fact that year I spent with my best friend and her fiance Tom was one of the best years I ever had.

I’m glad that I had a friend like Mia, she was always there looking out for me even when I was being a stubborn bitch.

I laid there, staring at the ceiling; thinking about everything. My eyes felt heavy and sore, from all the crying I had done earlier. I did my best to keep it quiet by hiding under a blanket. But I knew the guys probably heard me.

I thought about how Anna was fighting custody for her daughter for years now, and only know she finally got it. I only wished that my grandmother was here too see this, she would have jumped for joy right along with us. It’s been a long time coming.

I grabbed my MP3 from under my pillow and turned too listen too Far Away from Nickelback. I sighed and closed my eyes, listening to the music that matched my mood. Chad Kroeger was right about thing. Everyone I love dearly is so very far away. Maybe not all. A voice in the back in my head rang loud through my headphones.

I was so into listening to my music that I didn't hear the knock at my door. I felt a light thudding coming from the doorway towards my bed. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that someone came in. I hope I’m not hearing things. I opened my eyes, turned on my nightstand lamp, too find Ghost towering over me. I saw him mouth something, I pulled out my headphones. “What?” I asked.

“I was wondering how you were doing?” He looked laid back. I sat up. “I’m fine. Just a little overwhelmed, and I didn't want to embarrass myself further.”

“Well, I should have figured that. The guys didn't want too come anywhere near your room, in case you freaked out at them.” He sighed. “So they tried to get Kylie to come in here too see if your alright. She said no, because you probably just needed to be alone, so that’s why I’m here.”

I scrunched up my face. “That kinda sucks for you.” I frowned. “Sorry about that.”
He shrugged his shoulder. “It’s no problem.”

“So where is everybody?” I asked. “Outside in the yard. Getting drunk I might add.”

“Oh boy.” Slight sarcasm. “Yeah, that’s always fun.” I got up and went to the window at the back of the house, opened my curtain and saw a few more people than I thought where going to be there.

“That’s,” Hissing on the s, “Way too many people for me to interact with.”

“Yeah, Balz called up a few people and before I knew it, it was crowded as hell when I got here.” I went over to my dresser and grabbed some comfy clothes. “I think I’m just going to get a shower, maybe grab some food and head to bed.”

“Alright.” and he headed back outside. I grabbed my keys, in paranoia that someone would come into my room while I wasn't there. I hoped I was wrong. Locking my door, I headed upstairs to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me, I stripped off my clothes, and turned on the hot water. I looked at myself in the mirror, touching my bridge piercing and pressing my tongue against the back of my labret. They felt fine, I stared into my eyes, noticing they were still red from crying. I let out a shaky sigh.

Stepping in the shower, I wet my hair and put some shampoo in it. Scrubbing, I thought about the possibility of living here in Scranton for awhile. It would be nice too settle down for awhile, and have my friends and family come visit me. I remembered the dream I had earlier, trying to remember the first part of it. I know it was at least a two part dream. “Hmm. Weird.” I whispered.

I rinsed out my hair, and applied some body wash all over. Trying to shake the memory of knifes cutting into me. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice the bathroom door open.

“Hello?” A slurred voice came echoing in the bathroom. I froze. “Chris, I’m in the shower, can’t you wait.” Instantly recognizing his voice. “Virginia, what are you doing in here?” He tried to pull the curtain open, but I grabbed it and wrapped it around my upper body, and looked at Chris. He looked hilariously drunk.

“Dude, if you're so drunk you can’t find your room, we have a problem.” He looked at me with sad eyes, like he regrets what he just tried. I could feel my face turn bright red. I puffed out a breath. “If you're going to stay here, at least close the door behind you.” I pulled the curtain back across to cover the tub. I heard him shut the door, and move towards the toilet. Rinsing the body wash off me, I could hear him lift the toilet seat up too use the bathroom. I rinsed my hair one more time before pushing the lever down for the shower head. Good timing, he just flushed the toilet. He let out a sigh. “Are you alright?” I asked, turning the taps off. “I am so sorry about that. I never let myself get this drunk.”

He was obviously still drunk, only now was his mind coming back. I peeked around the curtain to see him sitting on the floor, a hand on his face. He looked up at me, and I could swear I seen his cheeks redden. “Do you mind passing me a towel?” He grabbed one off the shelf closest to him and passed it to me. “Thanks.” Pulling the curtain back. I quickly dried myself off, threw the towel over the shower pole.

“So, how are you feeling?” Chris asked. I opened the curtain and grabbed my underwear and a long black shirt with a stereo on it. “I’m fine.” He chuckled. “That’s womens speak for, I’m not really fine, but I’ll tell you I’m fine fine.”

I pulled on my underwear and shirt, and opened the curtain. “True, but I really am fine. I just miss my grandparents.”

He looked at me surprised. I simply said. “They died last year, I’m still not over it yet.” “Oh,” He paused, “I thought it was something your sister or somebody must have said.”

I shook my head. “No, just seeing my niece reminded me of the years before they died, and how they were both there in there own way.” He looked sad, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was bound to happen sooner or later. They were coming up too that age and” I trailed off, leaving it in the air. I grabbed my pj pants and pulled them on. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and quickly brushed my teeth.

Turning back towards Chris, I saw he was near passing out. Sighing, I leaned over and pulled up his arm around my shoulder, taking most of his weight, which was a little more than I originally thought. The sudden movement, made him turn his head towards me. He wasn't wearing any makeup today, giving me the chance to admire him more. I smiled. “Let’s get you to bed.” “Okay.” He replied wearily. I opened the door and walked him to his room. I was never in his room before, there was a few posters and awards hanging on the walls, he had a king sized bed, with mostly black bedding on it except for the white tribal designs in the pillow cases.

I laid him on the bed, pulling his legs up one at a time. I saw that he still had his shoes, so I pulled those off. “Thank you.” He sounded muffled, he had his arm around eyes. probably trying to fight off an oncoming headache. “Sure.” I yawned, becoming as tired as he looked. He tried to get up, and pull off his shirt, unsuccessfully. Dragging myself towards him, I lifted the shirt over his head, and he laid back down. “That’s as far as I’m undressing you, man.” I chuckled. “Anything else you might need.” He shook his head slowly. “Then goodnight, Chris.”

I started to walk away, but was pulled back by Chris and I almost fell on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me, and snuggled in. To say I was embarrassed was practically unreasonable. “Um, Chris, what are you doing?” He murmured something inaudible.”What?” He didn't say anything after that. I sighed loudly, giving up and laid back. Because this is totally comfortable. Not like I haven’t dreamed of him doing this. But really? I thought to myself. I looked too my left, realizing that his lamp was turned on. Leaning over I switched it off, falling into a deep darkness. I shifted myself so I facing towards the wall, my shifting cause Chris too snuggle in closer to me. I’m not going to be able to get out of here till he’s either in a deep sleep or I fall asleep. Knowing full well that I wasn't going to fall asleep easy tonight, I just closed my eyes and listened to Chris’ breathing.

But I guess I underestimated how tired I was, because I shortly passed out minutes later after closing my eyes.

Is there life beyond what you know? Hallucination thrives on my stereo, astonishing skeptics; wasted youth, she's an Angel of Odd in her birthday suit.”

I groaned. “What the.” Lifting my head up slightly and looked around. I stopped short, when I felt a weight on my waist move. I suddenly remembered that I fell asleep in Chris’ room. Eyes still heavy from sleep, I rested my head back down. Way too tired to deal with this.

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, Oh Yeah!

Must be some kind of alarm. I thought to myself, already ready to fall asleep again. I heard Chris groan, and sit up. The music stopped, so I assumed he must have turned it off. He must have noticed me laying there, because I heard him suck in a breath. His hand touched my arm. “Hey, are you awake?” he asked quietly. I turned to my other side, feeling his arm move away. I let out tired sigh. “Sort of.” I mumbled. He laughed, I heard him adjust himself, feeling him lean over me. I felt his lips on the top of my head.

I grinned, in my half sleep. “I’ll let you sleep a while longer.” I heard his phone start ringing again. He answered it and got up. “This is Chris.” a pause.

“Oh hey, Ricky. Did you find your way home yet?” I heard him walk over across the room. “Oh yeah, she’s here, just passed out.” I didn't hear the rest of the conversation as he walked out of the room.



I woke up a short time later. I got up and went to the bathroom, washed my face, and brushed my teeth, used the facilities. I walked down the stairs to find sitting at his dining table, crunching on some salad, along with a tall glass of water with some Advil. I came and sat in the chair across from him. “How are you feeling?” Grabbing a slice of cold pizza left over from last night.
“Better.” He paused. His eyes looking at me and then back down to his food. “Did we do anything last night?”

I choked on my food. Pounding my fist on my chest, it went down. “No, nothing like that.” I wiped the tears that formed in my eyes from choking. “You were just really drunk, apparently.” Sparing him the awkward details.

“Then why-?” He asked.

“Was I in your bed? Because while you were drunk, you apparently wanted something to cuddle. Me being the closest thing to you.” I wasn't going to spare him this moment. “I was trying to go down too my bed, when you dragged me back to your bed, and hugged me in a vice grip.” taking another bite of pizza.

I saw his face flush a deep crimson. I smirked. “And dude, when you want to cuddle something, you make sure you don’t let it get away.”

He smacked himself. “You won’t let me live that down will you?” I shook my head. “Hell no.”

“Well, I guess I couldn't help but want to hold a beautiful woman against me.” He shrugged, looking smug.

Now it was my turn to blush. “Excuse me.” coughing a bit, from the tickle in the back of my throat left me from choking. I got up and grabbed a glass of water. “Anyway, I've been thinking.” He got up and put his dishes in the sink, turning towards me he questioned. “Yes?”

“I think I might stay in Scranton for a little while longer than I thought.” I remembered thinking that this would be the perfect place for me too stay for awhile and have my friends over, and over the short time that I've stayed here with Chris and his friends, I've become attached to them.

“Oh. Does that mean you’re leaving here?” He sounded a little crestfallen. “Maybe after another week, if it’s okay with you.” I paused. “Then I’m going to find my own place, then maybe you can come hang out with me.”

He brightened up a bit. I felt my heart flip as I seen him smile. But it was too far-fetched to think that he would like me in that way.

The thought made me feel a little sad, but I was happy enough to be his friend. I couldn't believe it still. His voice broke me out of my thoughts. “You have to promise we’ll go driving in Baby as much as we can when you move out. And drive me too the studio in her, that would be epic as fuck.”

I laughed. “Alright. How was the guys this morning? Did they get home okay?”

“Yeah, Ricky was wondering where you were this morning, and since he couldn't check your room, because you locked it. He came up too my room.” I raised my eyebrows, “And he saw us sleeping together, and maybe took a couple pictures.” He winced.

“Well, that's lovely.” I clicked my tongue, “Oh, well?” I asked him. “Pretty much.”



Notes

In the next chapter I'm going to try a Chris POV. hrm.



Comments

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Oh Chris! so much happened! poor thing


BUT CONGRATULATIONS ON THE BABY! THAT'S SO EXCITING!!!!!!!!!!! MAY YOUR CHILD BE AWESOME AND BORN HEALTHY! ^.^

CONGRATS ON YOUR BABY!!!!!!!
And they'll get through it, they have each other I know they can

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Please Update sooon!!

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^-^ (: update soon!