megatrash

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb couldn't help but raise an eyebrow just as Lola had when she kissed him back. It wasn't like he was used to being rejected by women - usually it was easy to get whatever girl he had his eye on - but something about her made him unsure of how she would react. But, he was pleasantly surprised. The girl he thought would find him to be crude and lower than her ended up being just as interested.

He took her hand and brought her over to the island of the kitchen where he lifted her up so that she could sit on it. She was much shorter than he, and since he wanted to gauge where she was at before he simply just brought her to his room, so this was his best option to not throw out his neck from leaning down a foot to kiss her.

Now they were about eye-level, and after a moment, he leaned back in, kissing her more passionately than he had previously. A hand slid up to the back of her neck while another one rested on her knee.

He soon realized how drunk he was, and the probability that she was too was high. This made him stop for a moment and look at her only a few inches away from her face. “Are you sure you’re okay with this, Lola?” he whispered. “We’ve been drinking, I kinda kidnapped you, I…” His voice trailed off as his eyes scanned her face, and he soon found her too irresistible to continue speaking. Instead, he leaned in once again and kissed her.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t regret was taking place. But he found himself to be both too intoxicated and both infatuated to care at the moment.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

I like your idea! I can think on it for a bit if you like. I'm more of a think-as-I-go kind of writer as well, so I may run some stuff by you as we continue :p

I will be replying tomorrow! And, I totally jinxed South Florida. It's been horrible rain since I said it was beautiful out :p

In Bloom [HangYourSecrets x megatrash] [18+]

Jane’s arm reached over to the other side of the bed, but instead of being met with Rob’s torso, she felt the sensation of paper crumbling beneath her finger tips. Her eyes fluttered open as she grabbed the note and brought it close to her face.

Gonna try to get some practice in while you do that interview. Go tell those fuckers whats up! Love you, Rob.

A smile tugged at her lips as her finger grazed over the words, but the moment was cut short as she looked to the alarm clock across the room that read 8:39 AM.

“Shit,” she mumbled as she shot up out of bed and began to scurry around the room to collect her things. Her and Sam’s ride to the radio station would be ready in six minutes.

Jane bolted down the hallway and fumbled with the key card before slipping it into the door and bursting inside.

“Jesus, Jane!” Austin yelled as he worked a towel around his waist.

“Sorry!” She yelled back as she dashed into the room where her bags laid sloppily on the floor. “You know where Sam is?”

“Downstairs,” he replied as he shut his room’s door behind him.

Jane tore off the pajamas she had on and quickly worked a white v neck over her head and a pair of gray sweats up her legs. Once ready, she ran back out of the doors and finally made it down to the lobby.

8:44 AM.

Like clockwork, the cab pulled up under the car port just as Jane greeted Sam, and the two of them climbed into the back in silence.

Jane and Sam had never gotten that close. Yes, they were friends, but their bond was not nearly as strong as her and Austin’s, and definitely not like her and Rob’s.

“Hey,” Jane’s hoarse voice cracked. “I just want to say thank you for putting up with me and Rob this whole time. I didn’t realize how much it was effecting everyone.”

Sam nodded. “It’s fine. I’m just worried about Europe. With you and Andy, then Rob and Zoe, who – “

“It’s fine,” Jane interrupted. “Rob and I worked it out. We aren’t exclusive.”

“Do you really think that’s going to work out?” Sam asked as he turned his head to her. “You don’t think at least one of you is going to get your feelings hurt?”

“No, I…” Jane’s voice trailed off. It was stupid trying to defend something she wasn’t sure of herself. “We’ll figure something out.”

*****

Carter: [music from commercial fades] Hey, everyone. We are now joined with Jane and Sam from In Bloom. They originated in Long Beach, California, and tomorrow will be setting off on a European tour with fellow American band Vicarious. How are you guys doing this morning?

Jane: Tired, man. Always tired.

Sam: [laughs] Yeah, me too.

Carter: Well, you both look great for being so exhausted. Alright, Jane, I’m gonna start with you. The new song that you guys released seems to be gaining attention fast. The lyrics are quite morose from the other single you guys put out. Do you mind explaining what they mean to you a little bit?

Jane: Well, I literally wrote the song in an hour, and blame it on me being a female or just crazy, but I’ve been going through a lot of emotional stuff lately, and I kinda just made it sound pretty. I don’t know. The lyrics, uh, they kinda stemmed from a fear I have of not being able to return the love someone gives me because of who I am and what I’m like, you know?

Carter: You don’t strike me as the type to worry about that type of stuff.

Jane: I never thought I was, but this tour has been such a rollercoaster, I guess it just brought out some stuff in me I didn’t know was there.

Carter: I’m sure your relationship with Rob Pennie, your drummer, may have contributed to that.

Jane: [laughs] Yeah, you could say that. Not that anything’s wrong, or he did anything wrong. I don’t know. I think at this age, you feel like you’re supposed to know what you want already, and when you don’t, it eats away at you. Makes you feel like an idiot. And when you’re plowing through life and you don’t know what you want, a lot of people can get hurt.

Carter: Did you hurt Rob?

Jane: I don’t wanna dive too deep into that out of respect for Rob. He’s much more private than I am. But, I don’t think so. We have a strong friendship and deep bond, and we’ll always have that.

Carter: Well, I’m glad you guys found solace in each other out on the road. I know things can get pretty wild out there for bands, especially when its drugs, sex and rock & roll. Now, this is your first interview since those pictures of you were put up on the internet.

Jane: That’s correct.

Carter: And you gave us a little speech about it last night during your set. Some couldn’t help but speculate that you were throwing shade at Vicarious’ bass player.

Jane: No, no. She just happened to be in my line of sight. It wasn’t directed at her. I was mainly speaking to all the people who have made money saying negative stuff about me since In Bloom started blowing up.

Carter: Which seems to have been a lot.

Jane:: Yeah. I don’t get it. I don’t think I ever will. But, I’ll just keep doing what I’m doing.

[b]Carter{/b]: That’s good. I don’t think enough people focus on your raw talent or your contribution to the band. It’s all too common for women in rock.

Jane: I appreciate that, thank you.

Carter then moved onto Sam, who discussed some of the things he had seen during their performances, different types of guitars he had played in the past, and other music related topics that sent him off of different tangents.

Jane opted to smoke a cigarette while he and Sam finished up, and as she stepped out into the courtyard, she took out her phone and scrolled to Rob’s name.

9:38 AM, Jane: Had fun with you last night.

After locking her cracked phone screen, she sighed and squeezed her eyes shut. Although she’d never admit it, she knew not being exclusive with Rob would partially be difficult, and the fact that she already wanted to be in his arms again after only an hour of being apart solidified it. Maybe it was just Sam getting in her head. She should be happy, right? She could sleep with whoever she wanted, yet still be held by Rob. But, did she even want to sleep with –

Jane’s phone buzzed in her pocket, interrupting her thoughts. Cameron.

Jane: Hey, Cam.
Cameron: Hey, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you. Lyla is gonna be coming out with you guys to Europe. I arranged the flights and everything with Harold. She’ll be meeting up with you guys tomorrow before you head out.
Jane: Thank you so much, Cam. We’ll take good care of her. I owe you one.

After a bit of banter back and forth, Jane ended the call and wandered back inside to the bathrooms down the hall from the room Sam was in with Carter.

After peeing, she found herself staring at her reflection for a few moments. It was obvious that she had gotten out of bed moments before they left: her hair was wild, not two strands going in the same direction, and her eyes were red from exhaustion. Her fingers traveled to her neck, where a faint mark left by Rob hid behind the blonde waves. Her eyes fixated on it, and flashbacks of the night they had together raced through her mind.

Why did he have such a hold on her? And why did he have to be so good in bed? The combination of the two made her shocked that she wasn’t obsessed with him.

Deep down, she knew why what they had together physically was so good: it was because she loved him. But, she couldn’t let herself dwell on that any longer, especially after the arrangement they made. They weren’t good together in a typical relationship, and Jane didn’t want to put Rob’s feelings in danger just so she could act on hers.

Jane knew that the “love you” said on the note he had written her this morning was probably just said platonically. If she let herself, she could have sat an overanalyzed it. The fact that she had told him she did, and he didn’t say it back.

A knock came to the bathroom door.

“Jane? We’re leaving.” Sam’s voice was muffled as he called through the door.

“Coming.”

*****

When Jane arrived back at the hotel, she opted for slipping back into Rob’s bed after stripping her clothes off her body. She had yet to receive a text back from him, and to allow him his space, she decided not to text him to tell him she was back.

Her phone buzzed, though, and for a moment, she got excited thinking that it may have been Rob.

10:42 AM, Andy: Eat yet?
10:43 AM, Jane: Nah. But I’m kind of beat. Maybe we can meet up later?
10:45 AM, Andy: Sounds good 

Jane sighed and tossed her phone to the other side of the bed before wrapping herself in the plush, white comforter. After a deep inhale, she could smell Rob’s cologne on it, and she couldn’t help but smile.

Jesus, what was wrong with her?

She eventually fell into a deep sleep, just like the one she had awoken from earlier. But somehow, even as she began to drift off, Rob still plagued her thoughts. Him and Andy. And the new adventure they were about to embark on. And how wonderfully and horribly it could all go.

Lord of the Iron Brands [Leonarc x megatrash][Mature]

Amelia had watched the fighting ensue before her in sheer horror, realizing that there would be no time to adjust to the notion that other entities existed in the world other than human beings. It was all playing out in front of her like a night terror, and her mind didn’t not begin to piece together the information until one of the figures was looming over Tobias, readying his weapon to deliver a lethal blow.

She picked herself up and darted towards the dagger that had dropped to the cold, dirt floor beneath them, grabbing it clumsily. Then, she used the momentum she had gained and drove her body towards Tobias’ aggressor. What she would do when she reached her destination, she was not yet sure, but as Tobias being the only man she knew able to fight such beings, he was too valuable to let him die.

As she approached the figure, Amelia pointed her shoulder to him and ran into him with full force, and once they were both on the ground, both of her hands tightened around the dagger she had retrieved and began to blindly stab at him, involuntarily grunts escaping her body with each movement.

She felt back onto the ground and took a moment to collect herself before crawling over Tobias. ”Merde,” she cursed in a whisper as her eyes locked onto the wound he had received. Her knowledge of treating the injured was limited, but she knew an attempt to stop the bleeding would be his best option. Her mind raced as she tried to think of what to use as a tourniquet as her hands worked to undo the jerkin and doublet.

“Je suis désolée,” she apologize before ripping a long piece of his cloak underneath him and working it around his waist. “I will tie this, then we must go.” Amelia grunted as she worked the fabric underneath his body and back up, securing the band. “Okay, come on, Tobias,” she whispered softly as she stood up and grabbed his hand to pull him up, and when he was vertical, she slipped an arm underneath his and helped him out of the clearing that they had settled into for the night.

To not make matters worse, Amelia did not verbalize it, but Tobias did not look well. Yes, that was to be expected of man who was just impaled. But this seemed… different. Unexplainable.

“I’ll need you to tell me which way to go, Tobias,” she spoke in a whispered. What she took as a point towards the north, she nodded and grunted as she pushed the both of them along through the dark, dense forest.

*****

Although she had no sense of how long it had been since they had left to find help, it felt like hours in the cold, dark night. The weight of the man Amelia was helping through the forest felt like it had tripled, and her legs were growing weak, shaking with each step she took.

At one point, she helped him sit down on a boulder and crouched down across from her. “I think we have already passed this point,” she whispered sharply, attempting to hide the annoyance she felt. “I need you to – “

Amelia stopped and snapped her head up at a noise she heard in the distance, and her eyes squinted to search around the pair. “What was that?” she whispered more to herself than to Tobias, and a moment later, her eyes widened when she saw a small, flickering light poking through between the trees, as if it were a star in the sky above them.

She looked back to Tobias and reached an arm around his back. “We are going over there,” she grunted and pointed a finger towards the light. “Now is the time to tell me if you think we should not.” With no answer, Amelia rolled her eyes and began plodding along once again.

The light grew larger and brighter as they navigated through the thick shrubbery, and Amelia’s eyes recognized it as a torch, and since it was not moving, it must have been illuminating an entrance to something. Soon, they cleared the trees and were presented with a stone building indeed illuminated by the torch that had acted like their Northern star. “A church?” she asked as she looked up to Tobias with narrowed eyes. Would they know what to do with his wound?

Eventually, the two approached a large wooden door, and her small hand pounded on its surface. “Hello? ”Cet homme est blesse!” More knocking. “Please! He needs your help!”

Amelia’s hand grew sore, and she sighed in frustration. “Have you been here before, Tobias?" Her nerves were firing inside of her of what could possibly wait behind the door in front of her. Would he be accepted inside and her left alone in the cold? Would they even take them in?

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Cameron nearly snorted at Justin’s question regarding finding her parents. “I mean, they’re either dead by now or abandoned me for a reason. I’m sure, if they are alive, they aren’t interested in me finding them. Plus, I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

Her mind began to ponder the possibilities. What would happen if she did find them? Why did they abandon her in the first place? What were the chances that they survived this long?

She shook her head to clear the delusional thoughts. The only times she allowed herself to imagine such scenarios were late at night, usually when she was in bed and alone, and it never ended well: Cameron would either end up crying, angry, or confused. Three things that she did not want to occur at the present moment.

After a deep breath, Cameron continued following Justin, this time in silence. Her observant eyes scanned the horizon with nearly every step she took, but once they reached the road, they locked on to the city that seemed to be a quarter mile away. “Hartford,” she whispered as a chill went down her spine.

The idea of travelling through a town that was (and still might be) so heavily populated was a bit frightening, especially with Cameron’s lack of knowledge on the different settlements in the north. From what they had seen, most were hostile towards outsiders. She had stories long ago about large cities like Hartford remaining more like cities than settlements – the main road was used as a market place where vendors lined each sidewalk with goods to barter with, and civilians fended for themselves rather than working collectively. From what she remembered, they were also very similar to the way Justine had described settlements before – pleasure seeking, selfish, and godless. Back was Cameron was younger, a place like that sounded like a haven compared to her home in Chesapeake, and it was a goal of hers to live in a city like that, but now the present Cameron didn’t even want to travel through it.

“Do you know anything about this place?” she whispered to him without taking her eyes off of the skyscrapers. “Call me paranoid, but after the past few weeks I’m a little hesitant on strolling through Main Street without a clue as to what might be awaiting us.”

Cameron looked to the man to her right through the strands of black hair whipping her face in the wind. Her eyes scanned him quickly, and once she caught herself, she turned her head back towards the landscape in front of them. There was no way that she could allow herself to get caught in trivial thoughts like the ones she was just having, especially 1) since they were on a journey to possibly save the country, and 2) because of the type of person that Justin was.

He had too much of a pure heart to, in her opinion, even entertain the idea of thinking of Cameron than anything besides his friend. Plus, someone who had been through as much as she had would probably only hurt him in the end.

Yeah, that’s it.

Cameron straightened her posture and swung an arm behind her to grab a piece of cloth in the side pocket, then she firmly secured her hair into a knot on her head. Once finished, she nodded at Justin. IT was now or never.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"I'm not out of your league."

That was all Caleb needed to hear to secure the idea that Lola was attracted to him, and with these findings he was satisfied. He waved down the bartender and asked for the check. "I'm ready to head out," he said gruffly as he counted out money from a stack of bills and left them on top of his receipt.

"Let's go."

Caleb was probably too inebriated to drive, but he was able to navigate his way back to the apartment without driving any differently than he did sober. He remained silent, pondering on whether or not he should act on what he was feeling at the moment. On one hand, she showed interested, she was attractive, and she was already staying in his apartment. But, if he did make a move and things got heated, what if she became clingy? Or wanted him to be her boyfriend? He didn't know her that well, but she didn't seem liked the type. Still, he had to be cautious. A situation like this was bound to get messy.

Once they entered the apartment and Caleb locked the door from in the inside, he leaned against the wall for a moment and eyed the girl in front of him. It was probably all the whiskey he drank, but she seemed so irresistible at the moment, and he couldn't take it anymore.

He walked up behind her and swiveled her around to face her, and putting his fingers on her chin, he lifted her head up towards him. After a brief moment of eye contact, he leaned down and pressed his lips into hers. It wasn't anything polite, but he made sure not to be too aggressive due to the nature of her past. If she got scared from his actions, he would feel awful.

After a few moments, he pulled away and looked down at her, smirking. "Sorry," he whispered, but the tone he spoke in did not have an ounce of remorse in it.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb was amused watching Lola crack up at herself, so much so that he cracked an unintentional smile. “Jesus,” he mumbled through it as she finally collected herself.

His smile faded, though, when she began to talk about the past years spent with Jack and how this didn’t compare to it. Part of him was thankful that nothing of the situation made her feel like she was back where she started. But another part of him was sad to know that she had been through such horrendous things in the first place. Although he didn’t know her too well, he could definitely tell that she seemed to be too decent of a human being to be subjected to such awful treatment.

Their eyes lingered on each other’s for a moment in silence. Caleb wasn’t sure if it was the buzz he was feeling, but he was definitely having less than honorable thoughts about Lola. Specifically, ones that nearly caused him to lean in towards her, but thankful, she began to speak once again, and he shook his head to clear his thoughts.

“Ha,” he laughed at her statement. “Well, if I winked at you, yet say I have horrible taste in women, what does that make you?” He couldn’t help but smirk at his own words.

Caleb shot back the rest of his drink and leaned an arm against the bar with his body facing her and his head resting on his fist.

“Does that make you out of my league? Or just another alarmingly bad woman?”

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

"You're tellin' me," Caleb nodded his head. "Almost lost an eye during a break up once. Got a toaster thrown at my head too." He finished his whiskey and pushed it towards the bartender before turning his body towards Lola. His eyes scanned her a bit, then lingered on her face for a moment.

"You seem to enjoy being a hostage way too much," he laughed. "Don't get me wrong. I'm glad your not bitching and moaning, trust me. But you just seem so... content. All the time. It's crazy. I could be dating a girl. Buying her whatever the hell she wants, satisfying her needs, yet she still finds a reason to complain. That's why I don't even bother anymore."

He grabbed the new glass the bartender had served him and took a sip before continuing. "Then they get all mad when I don't wanna do anything other than fuck 'em, knowing all too well what they'll put me through if they did become my girlfriend."

Caleb sighed and shook his head. "Listen to me. Jesus." He scratched at his forehead before looking to Lola. "Didn't mean to talk your ear off."

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

That sucks! Good luck, and be careful!

I'll be getting you a response tomorrow. :-----)

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

Thanks!

And no! It was a beauuuuutiful weekend. I'm actually sunburned from the beach. Are you still in TX?