Memoirs of a Lonely Writer: A Collection of One-Shots

I hated fighting.

So why was I currently poised with a spoon in hand right now?

Was it childish to say that he started it? Not when it was true that he actually started it!

Chris Motionless, the lead singer for a popular band, and I had been dating for a few months now. We met at a show. It was cheesy, I know, but the best loves are the cheesiest, right?

We had stayed in touch as the tour went along, until it ended. I thought that maybe he had gotten bored of me, but we kept on texting, sometimes calling. Eventually, the band came back to my city. In the mail was a pair of backstage passes.

I had a feeling I knew who they were from.

We met up, hung out, and eventually he asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course, I said yes! Who wouldn’t? He was funny, sweet as hell, and the loyalist person ever.

So that’s why he was throwing pillows at me, but not in the pillow fight way.

“Shut up, K!” He screamed at me. We were in the tour bus. The other boys had gone outside, to a bar or someplace nice. We were stuck together on this cramped bus with our anger raging at each other.

“You started this fight!” I growled back and chucked the spoon at his head. It went aerodynamic for a moment before pathetically missing its target. It flopped on the floor hopelessly.

“I didn’t, liar! I just asked you where you were last night.” He roared. I ducked as a pillow was viciously chucked and landed against the back wall. It hit with a loud thump. I jumped a little at the sound.

The spoon lay pathetically on the floor as Chris searched for something else to throw. I had tears threatening to spill, but wouldn’t let them.

“I was just out for a walk! Why don’t you believe me!?” I yelled back, voice getting hoarse. He snarled again, like a wild animal about to attack. I hadn’t seen Chris this upset in a while. He was always a quiet, sweet man. He had only been this angry when a fan started to violently attack another fan. Chris pulled him off, punched in the face, and told him to get out of the venue.

So why was he angry now? I had just gone out for a walk!

Last night, Chris and the other boys had gone and gotten drunk, or at least a little buzzed. They were all smiles and goofy grins as I left the bus to get fresh air. To be honest, I was rally into getting that drunk. Bad things happened when you reached that state. I didn’t want to be there.

I made an excuse and left when Chris barely bobbed his head. Sprinting out of the bus, I went for a walk around a nearby park and sat on a bench. I honestly did nothing there. I listened to music and stared out over the city we were nearby.

The night had enclosed me and few people walking about. People always looked shady in the dark, like they would mug you in an instant. I could’ve gotten raped, attacked, kidnapped, or a variety of other tortures.

Chris didn’t care, though.

This whole fight started when he had woken up, at three in the afternoon no less, and questioned me where I had gone to last night. He must’ve still been a little drunk because he was saying things that wasn’t like him.

“You cheated on me, didn’t you? Went to some strip club, didn’t you?” He yelled back at me. I chucked another spoon at him. It hit his arm but didn’t phase the man.

“There aren’t any clubs around here! The only club is a sandwich in Subway!” I wiped away a stray tear and searched for something else to throw. I was stuck in the hallway of bunks. Each side held everyone’s personal items, but I didn’t feel like throwing Balz’s laptop. Chris had the advantage of being in the front lounge and had an entire arsenal of stuff to chuck.

TV remotes, bowls, butter knives, the dented spoons, pillows….anything.

I kind of feared that remote.

“Stop, Chris!” I yelled as a pillow came my way. I didn’t duck out of the way in time and it hit my face. I blocked myself from falling into the wall. Stumbling back to my feet, I felt cornered.

“You were out with other guys, weren’t you? Just deciding to drop me? Don’t you love me!?!?” He yelled, but I saw a fracture in his defense. I saw the hopelessness in his eyes, the fear in his voice.

He feared me.

Not because I was as muscular as him. (Because I was nowhere close to that...)

He feared me because he thought I was going to leave him.

He questioned if I was going to drop him because he thought I didn’t love him anymore. He thought I didn’t care about him, that he had screwed up. Chris thought it was his fault. It wasn’t. It wasn’t his fault because there was nothing to be sorry for.

“DON’T YOU LOVE ME!?” He cried out his question, tears clearly glimmering in his eyes. I held up my hands. I saw the fracture of his anger just spread and soon he was revealed. I saw what he was really feeling.

“Chris, honey, slow down…” I spoke slowly. He sniffled, trembling now. His next weapon, the TV remote was poised in his hand.

“No, you went out and met other guys! You don’t love me anymore, don’t you?” He sobbed. I saw a tear trickle out and I could almost feel my heart shatter inside my chest.

“No, baby. Just hold on for a sec…” I whispered, taking a step forward. He shook his head viciously. On the outside, he looked so strong and like a tough man.

Even the strongest can be broken down. It doesn’t even have to be physical to beat a man down.

“Caylin…” He dropped the TV remote, backing away. The fight had gone out of him. I saw that much.

“Chris Motionless, why would you ever think I would stop loving you? Don’t you know that I’ve never stopped loving you, ever since we met?” I chuckled a little, trying to lighten the situation. His dark eyes widened, eyebrows knit together in sadness.

“But you can do so much better than me-“

“No, I can’t. I can’t do better because you’re my perfect half.” I whispered to him. I saw more tears leak and his head dropped to his chest, sobbing quietly. Slowly, I stepped over the scattered ammo for our fight and approached him. He didn’t react.

“Chris, you’ve always been there for me, now why would I ever leave you?” I asked, gently touching his face. He leaned into my hand, never saying a word.

“Come on, Chris.” I whispered to him. I wanted him to look at me and see I wasn’t lying to him. I wanted him to share his pain with me so he wouldn’t struggle with it alone.

When he didn’t move, I just wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned up to give him a hug. Sometimes, all you need is a hug.

So I stood there until his arms snaked his way around my back and he held me there, as if I was going to let go of him. He clasped me tightly against his chest, still shivering and shaking.

“Darling, you’re going to be okay.” I whispered to him. He let out a shaky breath. Detaching myself from him, I led him to his bunk, pushed him in, and hopped in after him. He just laid there, eyes downcast, as I pulled a blanket around him. Sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs swung over, I tucked the blanket around him, stroking his black hair back from his eyes.

“Feeling better?” I asked him. He clasped my hand between his, holding on for dear life. I didn’t see my Chris anymore, but I saw a child just wanting to be loved.

“Don’t leave.” He choked out. I smiled faintly, kicked off my shoes, and crawled under the blanket with him. His arms wrapped around me and I buried my face against his chest, letting him know that I was here, and I wasn’t going anywhere. He ran his fingers up and down my back, silently reassuring himself that I wasn’t escaping.

“You really love me?” He whispered. I leaned up and gingerly kissed him. I tasted the tears, the fear, and the hope on his lips. When I pulled back, I almost felt a whine for another kiss coming from him.

“Of course, dummy.” I kissed the tip of his nose and he blushed. It seemed like I was the only one who could do that. He held me closer after that. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, just being held there.

That’s when the bus door opened.

“Where’s Motionless? What about Cay?” A chorus of voices asked quietly. They were laughing, sounding worried, and collapsing on the couch. Or at least, that’s what I could tell from sounds outside. There was gentle murmuring as Chris and I started to drift off.

“Hey, why is there a spoon on the floor?”

Notes

So this is another one shot for FallenStarCreature! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it. (especially the spoon part! XDD) This was a little difficult to write since I'm not much of a "throw things around" fighter :) Still, I really like the outcome!

Don't forget to message me if you have any questions or want a one shot done! I'm always avaliable to write one up!