megatrash

In Bloom [HangYourSecrets x megatrash] [18+]

Jane’s eyes shot to the floor when Rob mentioned being so close with Vicarious on the upcoming tour, something she had thought of all too often, especially over the past few days. She nodded as he spoke, laughing when he brought up the fact that they would have little alone time. “We’re creative. We’ll figure something out,” she nearly whispered as a smirk formed on her face.

“What I said on stage tonight… that wasn’t directed at Zoe. I mean, I know she doesn’t like me, and it was super convenient she was standing on the side stage, but really…” her voice trailed off as she met Rob’s eyes. “I know she’s your, uh, your friend. I just thought I should tell you.”

Jane shook her head as if to clear her mind of her thoughts and took a healthy gulp of the drink Rob had made for her. “Jesus,” she whispered at the strength of it. “Tryna get me drunk, yeah?” She laughed before taking another sip, then put it back down on the table and positioned her body to completely face Rob. “I’m glad we were able to talk about this.” Her voice was calm and quiet, but it was still confident. “I missed talking to you.”

She scratched at her head for a moment before sighing. “There’s something else I missed, too.” Jane only paused for a moment before crawling over to the side of the couch Rob was occupying and settling on his lap with a leg on each side of him. Her hands ran through his hair for a few moments as her eyes scanned his face.

Jane knew for right now, this would work. The energy between the two at that moment was enough to signal that. But she couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like a few weeks from now. A few months. She knew she loved him and that it was an unchangeable force she felt. Would she be able to swallow her pride and choke down her emotions long enough to maintain a peaceful union between them? It obviously wasn’t working the way things were, but could she truly be that unselfish? To eventually not want him all to herself.

After kissing his forehead softly, her hand moved to beneath his chin, and she titled his face upward to look at her. “You have any plans tonight?” Her rhetorical question was whispered, and without more than a moment’s pause, she leaned in and kissed him slowly, choosing it as the vessel to express how much she had missed him rather than words. She had done enough talking.

A few minutes passed while Jane remained in the same position, and she broke away from him to look in his eyes. “This is what you want, yeah?” They had both said so much bullshit to please the other that Jane felt the need to make sure that he was completely on board with what they had discussed. “I’m not trying to kill the mood or anything. I just wanna make sure.” In order to allow him the availability to speak yet not to put a halt on what was taking place, Jane’s lips had moved down to his jaw, neck, and ears, maintaining gentleness rather that becoming more aggressive as their time continued together. It reflected how she felt internally: like she was more at his will than the other way around.

It was unusual for Jane to deal with the fear of rejection or pleasing anyone other than herself, and although now she had more freedom not to worry about it, it almost felt nice to want him to want her. And the fact that he would probably start to see other people to ignited the desire to make sure that she stayed on his mind.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb took the liberty of ordering another drink before answering her question. “I mean. I wouldn’t say it’s a conscious thing, the brunettes. It usually just happens that way.” He took a sip of his drink and swiveled the bar stool a bit to face her. “The girls in this part of town are pretty much all the same. And they all seem to be friends, too,” he explained, his voice taking on an annoyed tone. “I’ve been the cause of a cat fight or two.”

Caleb was not one to throw around compliments to women, mainly because he found most of them to sound quite cheesey. But if he were to be honest, he was finding himself more and more attracted to Lola as he spent more time with her, although not his usual ‘type.’ Especially as he continued to drink, he found it much more difficult not to stare.

“Well, how about you?” He began, turning his chair back towards the bar. “Is the muscular douche bag thing your type? The tall, dark and handsome thing is a bit clichéd now, don’t you think?” He smirked as he asked to show that he wasn’t being mean, but he was curious. A girl like Lola couldn’t be interested in a guy like Caleb.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

The news Lola delivered was definitely groundbreaking. According to Caleb's crew, they all were under the assumption that, if anything, the Nines were only small time dealers on little more than street level. That gave them an advantage over the Nine's in the sense that they distributed and were able to control drugs from going on ninth street and further. Whatever they were beginning to transport or traffic could have a major impact on Caleb's business.

Instead of letting himself get upset over, he nodded as he listened, taking sips of his whiskey. Lola's comment over not being just a pretty face snapped him out of the trance-like state the information put him in.

He smirked as he side-eyed her. "We'll see," he spoke quietly in a gravelly voice. He waved down the bartender and ordered another whiskey, which he slammed down quickly.

"I woulda talked to Smith if he was at the reception. I planned on it. I don't know why he didn't show." Caleb wasn't sure if he was explaining this to her or just talking to himself, but he continued. "With whatever Jack is putting into the works, and now that he's under the assumption you're with me, you're a target. An easy target. No offense." He grinned. "I know staying at my place as been pretty uneventful, but it's in your best interest for now. At least until we take care of the Nines. If you got hurt, it'd be 'cause I got you involved. I don't wanna have that shit on my conscious. I already got enough."

Caleb rolled his shoulders to relieve some of the tension he was feeling and sighed before returning to his partially slumped position. "I'll find a way to get your shit from your house."

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"If they only knew the reason why you were there, huh?" he smirked as his eyes remained on the road. Although he would never admit it out loud, Caleb was truly starting to enjoy Lola's company. Yes, she was a bit quirky and energetic - the opposite of himself - but the contrast of the two was bringing him out of his usually quiet and hardened demeanor.

The light hearted mood shifted to a much more serious one as Lola brought up the Nines. Then it really, really shifted.

"Wait, wait, wait," Caleb began, throwing up a hand, "the Nines are using the old fire station?" He immediately took out his phone and scrolled for Happy's name.

"Hey. 5th street fire house is being used by the Nines. Don't go near it til we can look into it. Thanks."

He nearly nossed his phone into the backseat and rubbed the bridge of his nose before taking a deep breath, and after calming down, he looked to Lola and spoke quietly: "You're a goldmine of information and don't even know it."

He pulled into a small bar's parking lot and hopped out of the trunk. "Stay close," he said as he lit the cigarette dangling out of his mouth. "Some of the regulars are sketchy."

They sat at one corner of the bar and Caleb ordered a whiskey neat, and allowed Lola to order what she wanted.

"So, do you know of any other locations the Nines use that don't seem to be their turf?" He scratched at his head as he began to feel a bit guilty. The man who would have provided her with all this information was one who severely traumatized her. But, his crew came first. Or at least, that's what he was always told. "If you'd rather not talk about it," he folded, "it's fine."

In Bloom [HangYourSecrets x megatrash] [18+]

Wait a minute. Did Rob never want to be casual?

Jane’s mind started racing as she did her best to focus on the words he was saying and keeping her demeanor cool. But, really? After all that emotional turmoil, he now wanted to recant the desires he verbalized?

She scratched her head as she listened and nodded as a sign of her understanding. Well, her sort-of understanding.

“Look Rob,” she began, clearing her throat before continuing, “I, uh, was really mad when you first brought it up. It felt like rejection. Rejection after I had been trying so god damn hard to make things work. But that’s the problem, trying that hard isn’t being myself. We both got into this weird that I think made us lose the way things are. Not you asking to be casual.”

Her eyes had been darting around the room the entire time she had spoken, but she forced herself to look at him.

“And, I mean, if we aren’t ourselves when we’re in an exclusive relationship together, then how is that gonna work? Maybe… “ she trailed off a bit. Admitting that she was wrong in a situation never came easy. “Maybe we should try it. You know, being casual.”

It was strange coming out of her mouth, when not long ago the same words had cut her so deeply.

“But, like. Not like the past few days. But in a good place with each other. My biggest fear was losing my best friend, and I felt like I was starting to, you know?”

She removed her hands from under her and placed one on on his leg. “I know I’m a perv and have the libido of a sixteen year old boy,” she scoffed, “but I miss all the other things, too. Like writing music together, watching movies, telling each other everything, the stupid jokes and shit.”

Her hand lifted off his leg and sat in her lap. “We’re so young, Rob. Yet we spent almost a whole tour around the country worrying about the other’s feelings, and it fucked everything up. So I, uh, I think we shouldn’t get involved like that again. At least, not for now. Who knows what the future holds?”

She sighed and met his eyes, chuckling. “Sorry for the fucking monologue. I’ve been thinking a lot. And you’ve made me better at letting shit like this out.”

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb scoffed as he looked down to the shorter woman next to him. "We may have to go to a different city, then," he joked quietly. An older man began to approach to the two, and Caleb slowly out his arm around Lola's shoulders, grazing her skin lightly across her back. "Hey Pops," Caleb said solemnly as he used his free hand to shake the man's. It was Jimmy's father, and based on how he looked, he wasn't taking the death well either."

"Looks like your my only son left, Blue," the man said attempting to smile. Caleb and Jimmy had spent so much time together that it was as if he was family.

"I'm so sorry about Jimmy, man. I have a hard time wrapping my head around it still," Caleb replied, now moving his arm from around Lola's shouldering and relocating his hand to the small of Lola's back. "This is Lola. Lola, this is Jimmy's dad, Roberto."

The short Italian man grabbed Lola's hand and shook it firmly. "Wow, Blue, good job with this one," the man grinned genuinely as he looked between the two. "Haven't seen you with a blonde before."

Caleb's hand gripped her side a bit. "Well, Pops, you gotta try something new once in a while, right?" He looked down to Lola with a smirk on his face.

*****

As soon as he hopped into the truck with Lola, he took a deep sigh. "Thanks for being a good sport," he said with a grin, side eying her.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. "Yeah?" Caleb listened for a minute or so. "Got it. I'll get working on it soon. Bye."

He sighed in frustration. "We're getting threats from the Nines. Not sure what yet, but that's not good. We're not ready for a war right now." He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Do you wanna go to a bar or something? I'm sick of being at my place."

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb parked in the long driveway that led up to TJ’s small home, and by the looks up it, quite a few people had already arrived. Before getting out, he rested his forehead on the steering wheel and sighed. “I hate parties.” He grabbed the flask again from his pocket and took a swig, but before he could get out of the truck, he saw Jimmy’s younger sister standing in the doorway of the house.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbled as he rubbed his forehead. “Okay. You can’t be his cousin. She’ll know. You’re gonna have to be my girlfriend.” He looked to her as he took off his sunglasses. “Watch out for her, though. She’s feisty.”

“Blue!” the girl called out from the door as she waved her hand at him. He sheepishly waved back and held up a finger to signal he’d come in a minute. “So,” he began quietly, “that’s Jimmy’s sister, Sarah. About a year ago, her and I were hookin’ up regularly. Nothing as serious as she wanted. I never told Jimmy ‘cause I knew he’d flip. But, uh, he showed up at my house one night and we were uh… you know.”

Caleb sighed as he forced himself to continue.

“Anyway, everyone was freaking out. It took Jimmy a week to cool down. He told me my friendship with him or Sarah, and I chose him. I haven’t talked to her since.”

“Blue?” the girl called out again.

“I’m comin’!” he yelled out of the window before looking to Lola. “Well, come on, babe,” he laughed as he stepped out of the truck. “Let’s get this shit over with.”

He and Lola walked towards the door where the girl nearly shrieked with excitement and ran over to him, wrapping her arms around his torso. “I’ve miss you so much, Blue. I’m sor – “ She paused as she looked to Lola with squinted eyes. She was tall and slender, with olive skin and dark features.

He hugged her back much more politely than she had, then pulled away and looked to Lola. “Uh, Lola, this is Sarah. Sarah, this is Lola, my girlfriend,” It felt so weird to say, but he remained confident as he spoke. He'd have to pull this off to not raise any suspicion.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb had spent most of wake at the funeral home bent over in his seat with his thumb and forefinger rubbing the bridge of his nose. Many people came up to him and pat his back, but he didn’t want to engage in any conversation. Instead, the only reason he would pop his head up would be to take a swig from the silver flask that had been hidden in the breast pocket of his blazer.

He had also decided to remain silent during the drive to the cemetery. He couldn’t imagine how weird this all must have been for Lola, but if he tried to talk, he felt like he may get… emotional. And that was the last thing that he wanted her to see.

Jimmy’s body was lowered into the ground, and Caleb stood as still as a statue with his arms behind his back and a pair of ray bans over his eyes to hide any tears that might have formed. ”Fuckin’ Jimmy, man,” he thought as a hand went to his eye to keep a single tear from rolling down his face. He knew Jimmy would tease him for getting worked up like this, but it felt uncontrollable.

He did, however, feel a sense of relief that it was over was he climbed back into the pick-up truck with Lola, but before driving away, he gripped the steering wheel for a moment and took a deep breath. “Sorry you had to come,” his deep voice spoke softly. “I wish I didn’t have to.” He looked over to her and smiled faintly, still wearing the sunglasses, then ignited the truck’s engine to take them to TJ’s house.

“Okay, so remember, you’re Jimmy’s cousin from his mother’s side. Martha is her name. She hasn’t seen him in years. Maybe just say you guys found each other from Facebook recently or some shit. Whatever works.”

As they pulled up to red light, he lit a cigarette and sighed deeply as the smoke billowed from his mouth. He was already exhausted from the day’s events, and he felt like he wanted to be distracted from it rather than to go to a reception, where everyone would be talking about Jimmy. He knew his main go-to for alleviation was women. Well, more specifically, sleeping with women.

His eyes darted to Lola quickly as he had that thought. Why couldn’t have someone hideous have witnessed what he did? It was killing him not being able to work his usual magic on her. Caleb could see it now: placing his tattooed hand on her thigh as she sat in the passenger seat would definitely get the point across.

”Stop it!” he thought as he shook his head and diverted his eyes back to the road.

“We should be there soon,” he mumbled as he flicked the cigarette out of the window.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

As they navigated through the heavily wooded terrain in silence, Cameron’s thoughts kept retuning to the conversation that her and Justin had the night before. While the story of Mileena and they pain that he had gone through was horrible, in a selfish way, her mind only fixated on the conversation regarding his beliefs and how he did not condone the actions that she had partaken in and chosen to tell him about. She knew his intention wasn’t to hurt her feelings, and she wasn’t quite sure if he had, but it did make her feel a bit self-conscious knowing that her only friend in the world probably looked down on her for the life style she chose to lead.

Cameron’s body broke out in goosebumps as they approached the familiar highway, and her small fingers pinched her nose as they approached the body that they had seen days prior. Memories of the savages and the prison they were captured in underground flooded her, and paranoia began to settle in, causing her eyes to dart around the area.

Justin’s voice broke the silence that had engulfed them for what felt like hours, and it both startled her and comforted her. She had been fighting the urges to find something to talk about, and instead, let the man’s mind relax for once. If what other people in her life had told her was true, then Cameron must have been exhausting to be around for long periods of time. And for a guy like Justin who had been through so much, she thought it was best to save him the energy of having to entertain her with conversation.

Although his voice was comforting, his words were not.

"Get your gun ready. I've got a feeling savages won't be the only group we'll be worrying about today."

Her hand subconsciously went behind her to the gun tucked into the back of her cargo pants, and she nodded as she took a deep breath. “That’s refreshing,” she mumbled as her eyes continued to scan the area around them. She adjusted the strap on her back and nodded to him. “I was getting sick of them.” Her tone was sarcastic, but lighthearted.

Cameron let Justin lead the way, making sure that she watched both of their backs as they pressed on towards Hartford. “Hey, if you need to, you know, rest or take a break, let me know. I don’t mind keeping watch.” Her voice was hushed as she spoke to his back.

As they plodded along, she could feel the pain in her stomach becoming sharper and sharper. “Hey,” she whispered as she lightly touched his back. “Two seconds.” After looking around, Cameron sat on a rock and lifted her shirt to examine the fresh bandage they had place around her torso this morning before they had left. Blood had orbed the wound, but it looked to be drying rather than fresh, which seemed like it could be a good sign. A few deep breaths later, Cameron grabbed Justin’s hand and helped herself up with it.

“Alright, I’m good,” she nearly whispered with a faint smile before nudging her head towards the direction they were headed.

Another half an hour of silence passed, and she found that she could no longer fight both her need for noise and curiosity. “So,” she began quietly, “Were your parents from Omega?”

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Will have something up for you today good sir!