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Post by brittani on Jun 12, 2011 16:27:25 GMT -5
[/color] she said rather bluntly. She didn’t want to deal with his bullshit explaining. She wanted to know who he fucked and why. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul][/size] [/url] LYRICS: Playing God- Paramore [/left][/ul]
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Post by aaron on Jun 12, 2011 17:46:04 GMT -5
Aaron had been helping Brit unpack when he decided to get some food. Logging onto the chat with his phone. This was the worst thing that could happen. He couldn't believe it happened. Now Brittani probably hated him now.
His mind was racing, so many things going through his head. 'She wasn't suppose to find out like this, i was suppose to tell her in person.' He rubbed his eyes and groaned. He was going to kill James, he didn't care if the boy was drunk, he was going to die for this. Aaron could barely remember what he did those nights. They were always a bit foggy, especially his birthday.
Ever since he was sent here, his mind had been on getting high. He didn't want to think about Brit, cause it always caused him pain. He missed her more than anything. She was the only one who knew the true side of him. Only to her did he tell what was on his mind, how he blamed himself for his dads death. If he thought about it, he had gotten shitfaced everyday since he got here. That probably wasn't a good thing. She was the one who made him want to be sober. He sighed and knocked on the door. When no one answered, and he heard a bitter 'what' he decided to walk in.
He looked at her for a moment, not sure what to say. He wasn't one to apologize, he didn't know how to handle these situations. He was always the one watching from the sidelines, and laughing if it was someone he didn't know. He sighed before looking down, then back at her face. "I-i'm sorry Brittani. What i did...was..unacceptable. I was wrong to do it." He bit his lip before sitting next to her, and taking her hands in his. "W-when i was sent here, all i could think of was missing you, i couldn't handle it, so i went to drinking and getting high. Everything i did was foggy. I-i barley remember it happening, or why i did it." His voice broke slightly, and he tried hard to not cry. He hated crying, and tried best to never do it. He looked away and shut his eyes. Still holding her hands in his. When he looked back he took in a slow breath. "I love you Brittani. You know that..." He blinked back the tears that started to well up in his eyes. "I-i..understand if you hate me, if you want to leave me...I'm an asshole i deserve the worst." He looked away, a tear falling down his cheek. He hated this, he didn't want to be week, he wanted to be back in Cali with Brittani in his arms, in their own home. Away from everyone.
Now he didn't think that was possible.
[/blockquote] notes! Its..kinda crap...and AWWWW she made him CRY
words! 500ish
outfit! Here
music! Nada
tag! Eliza with Brittani
credit!
- Toastehh of Caution 2.0
- Lyrics - I feel like dancin' - All Time Low
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Post by brittani on Jun 12, 2011 20:20:05 GMT -5
[/color] she said. She didn’t want to know who, she didn’t want to know when, or anything else. Just why. ”I don’t hate you. I’m pissed, that kinda an understatement, but I can’t believe you did it.” she said softly. She felt a tear his her shoulder and she leaned her head down onto his. She wished she never heard about it. Or that he had told him himself, or even that it never happened. But she couldn’t change any of that.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul][/size] [/url] LYRICS: Playing God- Paramore [/left][/ul]
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