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In Bloom [HangYourSecrets x megatrash] [18+]

The news of, not only the single, but the band getting so much attention and money was just the distraction she needed from the mess that was unfolding between her and Rob. A massive grin had been on her face since they got the call from Sam's dad. Jane hated having parents involved with their business - maybe because her mom was never involved in anything past kindergarten - but she was grateful for someone looking over their finances for them, because they would probably blow the loot on frivolous things.

Getting her own room at the hotel wasn't bad either. Although being by herself was something Jane didn't enjoy - she found being alone with her thoughts did her no good - a night away without anyone needing her, wanting her, or making her feel unwanted sounded like a hint from the universe to tone it down that night. Tripping the first night, threesome the second. She knew she wouldn't last a month on tour as such a high velocity. Maybe Austin would want to watch a movie or something. She'd invite Rob instead, but the wounds were still too fresh.

Subconsciously, Rob and Jane's tiffs that started erupting more frequently became a catalyst for her and Austin's friendship. It was strictly platonic on both sides, but Jane enjoyed his company. He was intuitive (sometimes too intuitive), funny, and most importantly, never judged Jane for her actions. If anything, he encouraged them.

"Look, dude," he mumbled as he took a bite of the sandwich he prepared in her kitchen, "we're all gonna be some dead ass fuckers in the ground. I don't know about you, but when I'm on my death bed, looking my grandchildren in the eye, and they ask me what my regrets were, I'm not gonna say 'I wish I didn't fuck that girl. Oh, I wish I didn't have that extra drink at that one show. I wish I didn't drop acid on that one hiking trip in Utah.' No! I'm gonna wish I did more of that shit!" He explained as he waved his hands in the air, causing a pickle to fly across the kitchen. "Girls have it different than guys. We're heroes for sleeping with as many people as we want, but you guys get calls 'sluts' and stuff. Especially since you like playing on both teams. Jesus, people must have a field day when they talk shit about you," he laughed as he took the last bite of the sandwich. "But, you're the type of person who will always end up doing what you want, Jane. Don't let anyone make you feel bad about that."

Jane was shaken out of the memory as she heard Rob's voice behind her, and after quickly hesitating, she turned and eyed him with a quizzical expression as he fumbled his words, which eventually turned into a smirk. Watching him squirm was proving to be enjoyable. The hand placed on her shoulder made her laugh, but she immediately covered her mouth with regret. He was at least trying... awkwardly.

But Rob was not going to get off the hook with a painfully awkward apology and a touch in the shoulder. No. The way he treated her lately tormented her. But, she promised herself to not let him chip away at her confidence anymore, so she nodded with a forced smile until he was beckoned by Sam.

"Is he blushing?" Jane thought to herself as he walked away. "Why the hell is he blushing?"

Jane spent the short amount of time hey had before the show sleeping in the plush queen sized bed in her hotel room. It was her first sober sleep in a few weeks, and her dreams made a strong comeback to make up for lost time. Images of everything - shows, the band, ex-lovers, her childhood - flashed like a montage in her mind. But of course, one image kept reoccurring through out the deep sleep she was trapped in. Rob.

She woke up angry at herself for letting him invade her her thoughts - her subconscious - and it made her begin to question what the help was happening to her. Jane never let the trivial side effects of a friendship effect her. Was there something more that she wasn't piecing together? Maybe it would do them some good to have one-on-one time.

Thank god Rob did slip into her dreams, or else she would've slept through the show. Jane dashed around the hotel room, putting on the first thing she could find: a white tank top and a pair of light denim shorts, nearly ripped to shreds, that hit right above the middle of her thigh. Jane laughed at herself as she remembered her mother's words when she first started going braless at sixteen.

"Dear Lord, Jane. Leave something to the imagination, huh? You're gonna poke an eye out."
"Mom, you didn't give me much to 'leave to the imagination,'" Jane replied is a snarl, using fingers for quotation marks.
"Small boobs will be in one day, Jane Ann Molloy. Just you wait."

Jane rushed downstairs to find Austin waiting for the other two.
"Hey," Jane quietly greeted him, "wanna get high and watch a movie tonight?"
Austin, showing exaggerated shock, nodded with a smile. "The wild and crazy, sexual deviant Jane Molloy having a quiet night in." He stretched his hands out in front of him. "I can see the tabloids already."
"Shut up," she laughed and punched him in the arm. Her thoughts flashed to inviting Rob to her room as well to hang out when a honk sounded.

Sam pulled up in the van to the front of the hotel, and Jane and Austin quickly hopped inside. "Where the fuck is Rob?" she asked as she looked out the window, squinting her eyes to see inside the hotel. "He's never late."

In Bloom [HangYourSecrets x megatrash] [18+]

Jane was awoken as the warm arm that was wrapped around body moved, but she kept her eyes shut, pretending she was asleep until he went on the patio. He was shirtless, only wearing a pair of sweats, and for a moment, Jane caught herself staring at his muscled back. ”Here we go,” she thought to herself as she swung the legs over her bed, stood up, and straightened out the large black shirt she was wearing. It covered enough to satisfy the other occupants of the house – such things didn’t bother Jane – and she slowly exited the living room out on the patio.

“Mind if I have one?” her raspy voice muttered as a somber expression made its way on her face. After she lit the cigarette, she sat down next to Rob and turned to him. “I, uh, tried to fall asleep on that chair last night,” she smirked as she pointed to the one he was sitting on. “Wasn’t good. Sorry I crashed the couch.” Her gaze made its way to the green grass that carpeted the back yard, and a deep breath and a puff of the Newport later, she abruptly turned her whole body to him and placed her hands on the chair’s arms, and Jane began the talk that she had played out hundreds of times in her head already.

“Look, Rob,” she started, clearing her throat, “I can’t take it anymore. You’ve been my best friend for years, and now... I feel annoying. Dumb for trying to force my friendship on you.” She shook her head as she took another drag. “It fucking sucks, man. I understand you don’t like the single. I get it, I do, but, I never would’ve wrote the fucking song if I knew…” Jane trailed off and looked away from him as she felt tears coming to her eyes, and whispered, “fuck,” as she tried to choke them back. A lump had grown in her throat.

She stood up and extinguished her cigarette. “I’m sick of things being shitty between us. If it’s something I did, tell me. Let’s bury this. Because the last thing I wanna do is spend the next two months with someone who doesn’t want to be around me.” She turned around as she felt the next wave of tears trying to make their escape, and her eyes squeezed shut as she put her fingers up to the bridge of her nose. Without turning around, she made her final statement.

“I miss my best friend. If you can’t be that anymore, don't let me wait around like this.”

Jane walked back in the house and into Sarah and Mark’s room to grab her stuff, and luckily, she didn’t wake them. Her next stop was the bathroom in the hall, where she changed into leggings and a Code Orange shirt cut into a muscle tee and brushed her teeth, and as she was about to leave, the door swung open. Austin.

“Hey, J. I have to say, you getting laid more than me is starting to bother me,” he smiled as he leaned on the door frame.
Jane chuckled. “Well for starters, you wanna work on your sex appeal,” she smirked as she knocked his arm that was supporting him, almost causing him to fall.
“Seriously though. Have you talked to Rob, yet?” he asked quietly.
“I, uh, I kinda talked at him,” she looked down and scratched the back of her neck. “I don’t know what he wants from me anymore. It’s like he hates me now.”
“Aw, come here,” Austin said as he hugged her. “Don’t stress about it. Things will get better.” In Austin’s mind, he knew that wasn’t true, but seeing Jane this way tugged as his heart a bit. “I think he’s just got a lot going on right now, okay?”
Jane nodded as she pulled away from him. “Thanks, Austin.”

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Jane waited in the driver’s seat of the van as everyone loaded their things and scrolled through the infinite list of songs on her phone, but she ultimately chose Dope Calypso by Violent Solo, playing a shitty version of the drums her steering wheel as she sang along. This song always got made her feel better.

Austin climbed in behind her seat and began to sing in her ear behind her, which made her smile. When the chorus hit, they sang loudly in unison.

“Now, I'm gonna go outside”

And at that moment,

”Nothing’s gonna save us, nothing’s gonna save us.”

Jane made a promise to herself to not let Rob’s bullshit get to her anymore. She was done wasting her energy on unrequited feelings. It hurt her too much. Their next stop was Dallas, Texas - a nine hour drive - and as everyone entered the van, she lit a cigarette and backed it out slowly from the drive way and got on the road.

In Bloom [HangYourSecrets x megatrash] [18+]

The air was still and warm, the neighborhood quiet, and the sky clear. It was 2:00 am in El Paso.

Jane awoke abruptly, not sure where she was until she thoroughly observed her moon-lit surroundings, and then slumped in the chair as she rubbed her eyes. “Shit.” Her neck and back were sore from the position she was sleeping in, and after noting that it was still dark out, she searched the area to see if a better option was available. Nothing. She sighed as she stood up and headed for the patio door, which creaked as she slowly opened it, and her eyes, which had adjusted to the darkness, landed on the spot next to Rob on the pull out couch. “Of course,” she mumbled as she tip-toed over. But instead of laying down, she stared at him and the bed for a moment.

Her and Rob had shared a bed so many times, she couldn’t keep count. They’d stay up into the wee hours of the morning – or sometimes all night – writing music, watching movies, and getting high, and eventually would pass out together, either at his house or her's. They would even accidentally cuddle once in a while, waking up and erupting in laughter when they saw themselves. It was nothing ever spoken of or given a second thought; it was just another night for them. And now, as she stared at the bed in the middle of the stranger's living room, it all seemed like it may have been just a dream rather than actual memories. Now, everything was just so… awkward. Tense. Different.

A frown took over Jane’s face as she slowly laid down next to him and pulled the sheet over her, her back facing his. She doubted the night she had was a secret, and she knew that when she woke up the next morning, things between them might be worse. But, at least for a moment, the first moment in a long time, they were together without any tension. Jane appreciated that, even though Rob was asleep. After staring aimlessly at the wall for a few minutes, she wiggled a bit to get into a comfortable position, and soon enough, her eyelids became heavy with drowsiness, and she drifted to sleep.

At one point in the night, she had woken up when she received a kick in the leg. Jane popped up and looked behind her, to see that Rob had rolled over towards her, and she smiled faintly as she laid back down to enjoy the warmth of his body behind her. Maybe it could be like old days again. Maybe.

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Jane’s eyes fluttered open and looked out the window to see the first sign of light outside. Why did she always have to wake up so early? She instantly became aware of the familiar, rhythmic breathing behind her, and the events of the night before flooded her memory quickly. She wasn’t looking forward to him waking up, possibly scolding her for her actions or just being cold to her again, so instead of rising, she stayed in bed and stared out the window. The sun was painting the sky a pink color and illuminating the quiet house, and birds outside began to chirp back and forth. After a deep breath, Jane did something. Possibly something stupid. She gently backed her body up slightly until she was making contact with Rob, and she held her breath for a moment until she was certain it didn’t wake him up, then she closed her eyes again and fell back asleep.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Cameron was lost. The Life-Giver? What the hell did that mean? But the pair holding arrows to their heads didn’t seem to want to explain much further, so she slowly dropped her weapons to the earth beneath them and raised her hands. The liquid around their neck. Blue. "Ah. The life-giver."

“Look, see? I’m unarmed,” Cameron said as she kept her eyes trained on the primitive man and woman. They were in better shape than she was, that was certain, and possibly even more paranoid than her as well.
“Those same people, the ones who keep coming here, they burnt my village to the ground. Killed everyone. His too,” she raised a hand to point to Justin, but that caused their stances to widen as if ready to attack. “Whoa, whoa. Please, take it easy,” she panicked, putting her arm she had moved back in the raised position.

The man began to approach her with stealthy footsteps, bow still in position, as the woman kept her eyes and weapon on Justin. Cameron squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the man’s presence slowly circle her, as if to observe her.

“Please,” she whispered. “We don’t want any trouble, we just need to – “

Thump. Darkness.

The man had butted her in the back of the head, rendering her unconscious.

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Once Cameron’s blurry vision cleared, her stomach sunk. Her mouth was gagged and hands bound behind her back. She looked up to see a makeshift cell-door, twigs overlapping each other, which she figured was to keep them from escaping. Darkness and stars peaked through the branches. A single torch lit the large, dug out prison on the opposite side of Cameron and Justin. Justin! He was a few feet to her left, gagged and bound like she was.

With as much strength as she could produce, her legs pushed her up against the dirt wall until she stood, and she quietly walked over to Justin, turned around, and leaned down so that she could try to remove the cloth band from his mouth with the hands behind her back. An apology was attempted for their close proximity, but it just came out a muffled grunt. Cameron tugged until she felt the cloth, wet with saliva, come out of his mouth, and a smile, or the best she could do, appeared on Cameron’s face. She knelt down in front of him so that he could return the favor when voices were heard above them. She nearly fell over as she attempted to scurry back to the position she was, and as soon as she plopped down, the door above them swung open.

A rope-and-pulley system was used to lower a small pail of water and some sort of charred meat. A small knife carved from stone was on the tray as well – both to use on their gags and bounds, and to eat the food provided. Once the meal hit the floor, the rope was dropped, and the cell door closed once again with a large rock moved to sit on top of it. Cameron looked to Justin with wide eyes and grunted again, this time hoping he’d get the hint to cut her loose. Her mind was exploring ways on how to get out of the hole, but she was coming up short.

It was roughly 15 feet deep and 10 feet wide, and the dirt walls had been mixed with other elements, making it hard and smooth, so climbing it wouldn’t be possible. They had a torch, a rope, a pail, a wooden tray, and a knife. The wheels were turning in Cameron’s mind, but before she decided their escape route, she would need to see if Justin was holding up. As stoic and seemingly strong as he was, a person can only take so much in such a short time.

Now, the real question. Why didn't they kill them when they had the chance? Based on the soldier's body they had seen on the highway, this group didn't shy away from killing an outsider. Brutally. They must have needed them, either for answers or to barter with. That could mean, Cameron realized, that the pair could be handed over to Omega's attackers - maybe as a last-ditch bribe to keep them out of the savages' territory. The thought of what would be done to them if they were handed over sent chills down her spine.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Seriously, it's okay! I'm sorry to hear about your dad. Good luck with everything, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here!

In Bloom [HangYourSecrets x megatrash] [18+]

Rob’s words didn’t register with Jane until he had already made his way into the house, leaving her standing by the van wrapped up in her thoughts. “Good night,” she called out, not sure if he heard her. What could Rob want to talk about? Why she had to nearly blow out her vocal chords so that he’d be happy on stage? Why he’s treated her like a stranger lately? Jane was over it. If she had to try this hard to continue their friendship, was it really worth it? At first, she thought so, but now, she wasn’t so sure.

After grabbing her big hobo bag out of the van, Jane entered the house and followed the noise until she made it to the kitchen to be greeted by Mark and Sarah. Her eyes wandered around the two-bedroom, cozy home, but they eventually landed back on the couple. “Nice place, thanks for letting us stay,” she smiled politely. Jane didn’t feel like tipping off the guys on what she was planning on doing that night, so she remained neutral. Looking down at her shirt, she laughed. “Do you guys mind if I shower?”

Sarah walked over to the three guys in their living room. “The guest bedroom has a bathroom, along with one in the hall. There’s a bed in there, and the couch is a pull out,” she announced as she pointed to it, and then her attention turned back to Jane.
“You can shower in our room,” the young woman said quietly, and Jane felt heat rise to her cheeks, turning them red.
“Yeah, thanks,” she replied, looking down and grabbing her bags before entering the couple’s room.

She set her bags down on the floor as she observed it briefly and eventually made her way into the bathroom. It was nice – a roman tub, granite counters, and a standalone shower all in different corners – and Jane sighed in relief at the sight. After stripping down, she got in the shower and turned the water faucet to the hottest setting she could handle, and dirt from her feet began to swirl around the bottom of the shower like a whirlpool. Her long, blonde, and now tangled hair took extra effort to get clean and conditioned, and after about half an hour, Jane reluctantly left the warmth and made her way in front of the bathroom mirror.

After her towel dropped, Jane took a minute to look at her reflection. Tanned skin wrapped around her thin frame, littered with scars and a few, sun-worn tattoos. Gravity had not affected her yet; she figured it was because gravity really had nothing to pull on. She made peace with not being very blessed in the chest region a long time ago, but sometimes, she wondered what she’d look like if she got them done, or at least wore a push up bra – but Jane shook her head at the thought. That went against everything she believed in.

A deep breath later, Jane quietly opened the door and was greeted by Mark and Sarah sitting on their bed. “I, uh,” she laughed, “left my clothes out here.”
Mark stood up. “You don’t need them right now.”

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Two hours later, Jane emerged from the room quietly and made her way through the pitch-black house to the backyard, taking a seat on one of the patio chairs, wearing a large black t-shirt and a pair of boyshorts. The relief she received was brief, and her mind had already turned back to her and Rob. Her ear buds were in, and she hit “shuffle” on her phone. Can’t Wait by CHON came on first, and Jane wanted to change it despite the correlation of the song’s lyrics and how she felt, but instead, it continued, and she hummed along quietly.

She didn’t want to lose her best friend, but maybe she already was. He didn’t seem interested in the band anymore, let alone their friendship, and maybe it would be for the better if she stopped trying to force it on him. Jane would probably have to tell him that though, because it didn’t seem like the tension was going to go away on its own.

“Fuck,” she whispered to herself, and her head leaned on one hand, while the other repeatedly delivered the cigarette to her mouth. Maybe she shouldn’t have slept with them. Jesus, what was wrong with her? Now she was regretting her sexual conquests? She groaned as she tried to get herself to stop thinking about it all, deciding to lean her head back and close her eyes after she put out the cigarette. Jane didn’t want to go back in the room to Mark and Sarah, and the house was too dark to see where everyone else was sleeping, so the wicker, cushioned chair seemed to be her best bet.

In Bloom [HangYourSecrets x megatrash] [18+]

After the routine sound check and a moment to regroup, the show began with the line up only slightly altered. Jane's two picks were at the end of the set this time - one, of course, was the single which would be played last- and the five songs beforehand were picked by Austin, Sam, and Rob. She enjoyed changing the set list; her mentality for it was to keep them from getting bored night after night.

The band played without a hitch, and Jane noticed the crowd singing along to the songs, the songs made before the single. She was impressed, but mostly flattered, and it was enough of a confidence boost to push her through the first five songs. Hell, she was moving around just like the old days, before she grew exhausted of the music they were making. Jane would say a few words to the crowd to either keep them pumped or make them laugh, which was one of her favorite parts of being on stage.

Only one thing was bothering her during their set. Rob. It wasn't that he was playing well, he always played well, but he didn't add his normal flare. He played what was necessary to keep the set moving. And even though Jane was grateful for that amount of effort, it wasn't enough to satisfy her. How could she make him happy with a crowd of people watching them?

At the end of the fifth song, she looked to Austin and Sam and nodded so that she'd have their attention, and then Jane looked to Rob and crossed her eyes goofily.

"Fuck it," she breathed into the mic, "I'm gonna go off course here. This song's a cover. It's called Weatherman." She took a moment to catch her breath before continuing. "Haven't sung this shit in years, so I might die," she announced with a smirk.
The crowd responded with a collective "Wooooo!"
"What, you guys want me to die?" She laughed as she removed the sweaty strands of hair from her face with her fingers. "That's rude as fuck."

She nodded to Sam before he began to play the opening notes which turned the switch of nostalgia on in Jane's mind. Rob had always told her how much he loved the way her voice sounded when she sang it, and that was the reason she always covered it whenever the opportunity presented itself, even though it killed her throat.

Jane began to rock her body as Rob's drums began to sound off, and a wide grin took over her face.

"Come on!" Jane screamed into the microphone, the opening line, and the crowd began to cheer. She danced around the stage a little more and taking a swig from her beer that sat next to the microphone stand.

"His skin was soft as leather
I'm the weatherman
No one else more dedicated
I'm the weatherman"

Her voice was cracking a bit, but to anyone's ears but hers, it blended in with the general raspiness of Jane's voice.

And then their was the chorus:

"So go for the kill"

Fuck, it had been a while.

"Cause no one else cares"

Her voice did what it was supposed to: breaking into a scream when Jane forced it enough. God, it hurt though.

"Go for the kill, Go for the kill"

She went for the trill at the end of the line, which always made her and Rob crack up, and after it was repeated another three times, she looked to him and laughed.

The rest of the song was played to perfection, and Jane didn't know if she had it in her to do another one. But she had to, it was the single.

A slightly tired version of the song later, she thanked the cheering crowd and exited the stage and rested her hands on her knees as she crouched over to catch her breath. A breathy "fuck" escaped her as her lungs desperately tried to make up for lost air. That was when Sam approached her.

"God, I never thought we'd do Weatherman again. That was fucking nuts," he exclaimed as he nudged her, nearly knocking her over.
She grinned and wiped the sweat from her forehead as she stood up straight. "Yeah, it was cool."

Jane hoped it would help Rob get out of the funk he was in. It was killing her. She missed her best friend.

Mark and Sarah approached her soon after, and they exchanged numbers and provided Jane with the address to their house. God, what was Jane getting herself into?

A shower. A bed to sleep in.

Jane smiled to herself at her thoughts.

And two attractive strangers.

Instead of waiting around to see what Rob thought, she picked up some of their equipment and went back to the van, loaded what she carried in the trailer, and slumped into the driver's seat of the van. Jane was sick of the unspoken drama that had been unfolding, and she was ready to relax, and most importantly, to get laid. She wasn't sure if it was the excitement from the show or the tension happening between her and Rob, but she desperately wanted to get back to Mark and Sarah's house to distract her from her thoughts.

She cursed to herself as she lit a cigarette and waited on the guys to get in the van. The heat trapped in the flannel she wore hit her like a brick, and Jane held the cigarette in her mouth as she clawed at it and threw it in the back. Looking down, she noticed the sweat that had formed from her neck to about halfway down her chest on the tight gray shirt. Maybe gray wasn't a great idea.

Trash's IC for 20+ MxF & FxF

Updated.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Pshhhhhh don't sweat it. Talk to you tomorrow! :)

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Good morning! Hope you don't mind I left my last post a little open for you. I know we discussed generally what would happen, but I wanted to make it so you could add in some of your own ideas in there as well. If I don't speak to you -- have a great day!