Fight, make up and love [cherrie]

Sutton watched their faces, and her mother's reaction, which was kind of surprised yet approving, though at the same time, disappointed in her. Sutton ignored her mother, after 19 years, she knew that her mother would eventually get over it. The critics smiled at the new 'trend' that they were going to be the first to write about. It wasn't malicious at all. They seriously thought that it was part of the showcase. She walked backstage, but within all the chaos, she couldn't get too far.

She looked into his eyes, but her baby blue eyes staid a stone hard colour, showing no emotion whatsoever. She was surprised, but she felt unworthy to be standing there. He should've just left her to be there. She would've rather gotten publicly humiliated. Than have this awkward conversation. "I don't know you." she said, trying to get away, but trapped by the stampede of people that were passing by.

She felt her phone vibrate, but ignored it. Deeming it to be another stalker text.

Sutton shook her head and ran out, without saying a word. She couldn't face him. Not without crying. She ran out of the building, soaked in rain. She left through the back door, where nobody was. She ran and ran, past the tents an up an alley. She couldn't stand talking to him. He was so... Perfect. Why did he want her anyways? She wasn't good enough. She was slightly anorexic, she smoked weed, she did meth. He didn't want her. It was just a joke. All a joke. She let the tears fell down her cheeks, she felt a strong grip take hold of her arm. Dragged her up. 

"Hello there Sutton." he said, angrily. He pinned her against a wall. Sutton resisted. But as he leaned close to her. She wanted to scream, but he pressed his arm against her neck. She felt like crying, and she did. She didn't care anymore. He pressed himself against her small, fragile body. "You're not getting away from me so easily. 4000 dollars. I bet 4000 dollars that I could get in your pants. I thought you loved me." he growled. Sutton stepped on his foot, and his grip loosed. Sutton tried to run, but he grabbed onto her arm and grinned maliciously. 

Sutton looked up at him, befounded that he even bothered to run after her.. she had run away from him, refused him, yet Kyle still cared enough to run after her and help. Sutton felt the tears run down her cheeks, and she sobbed, hugging Kyle. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Kyle." she sobbed into his shoulder, and didn't care that her makeup was messed up and she probably looked like the ugliest girl on the planet. She just wanted to get her frustrations out. She just wanted to be able to cry and cry and cry. She just wanted to njot be judged for once in her life. To be a person in the eyes of someone. Yet she had it all, but she threw it away. She let him go, and she regretted it. She didn't deserve to have him. Why did he even care for her?

Sutton buried her face into his chest, not even wanting to look up and show herself. She just wanted to cry. And she hope that he got that. Never in her life had she ever cried so much in front of someone. Even a year ago, when she had arrived back in NY, she had locked herself up in her room for a whole month. She had barely eaten, she hadn't gone out in public, she felt like trash. That's how she felt right now. She felt empty. She was confused, and the walls that she had built up to make everyone think that she was a pretentious jackass was gone. Completely disintegrated.

Sutton took a few shaky breaths, feeling that she should say something and recognised that he wasn't going to wait on her forever. He wouldn't always be there, no matter how much he said. He would find someone else better than her. Someday.

Sutton smiled slightly as she felt his lips touch hers. She had certainly missed him. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her tongue lightly licked his bottom lip, asking for entrance. But she pulled back, hugging him. She didn't want to take this too quickly. She just wanted to sit there and stare into space. She sat there on the ground, against the wall. She clung to him like no tomorrow.

She looked up, a bit afraid to make eye contact, but his eyes were so warn, so sincere, that she looked straight into them, tears in her eyes. "I missed you." she said as she hugged him like a young child would hug an elder brother. Though the moment seemed so cliched, she enjoyed it. However, she could only hope that she didn't get a cold later on.

Sutton sighed. Her teeth still chattered from the rain. She didn't know what to say. It had been so long. She had just broken up with her boyfriend yesterday. She buried her face in her hands. Sutton was sitting on the floor, her back against the leather sofa that was set in his living room. She felt surprisingly comfortable. As she heard what he said, she sighed, looking up in his eyes. She nodded slowly. She didn’t want to say anything; she didn’t want to say the wrong thing.

She scooted over and hugged him, it was awkward, but she needed the heat. She decided to speak up, though she didn’t really know what that would take them. “How’ve you been in the past year?” she asked him softly. She felt like he was a stranger to her, but at the same time, he felt familiar. It was a bit confusing for her, but who could blame her? She was sure that given this situation, almost anyone would be freaking out.

Sutton looked around, not really paying attention to her surroundings. She looked up when she realised that he was talking to her. "Uh, a t-shirt or something will do. I have shorts under... they're not that wet." she said awkwardly. Honestly, she didn't mind if she was in her underwear around him, but he would probably find it awkward, and well, you never know. There may be reporters right outside your house and if they take a photo of your girlfriend half naked, then rumours will start and chaos will reign again. And they didn't want that to happen, did they?

Sutton slipped on the shirt, and took off the dress, hoping that he didn't mind. She had shorts under, and the short went down to her knees. "I-I.. I'm sorry." she said quietly, looking up to him. She didn't know how this would work out, though. She had changed over the year. She had become more... settled down. Honestly, she was scared. She was scared that things wouldn't work out between then, and the second time around is always worse in her opinion. She couldn't loose him again, especially if she got attached. She looked down, wondering what his reaction would be. She hoped that he wouldn't take it too hard. But seriously, who was she kidding? He had just saved her from possible humiliation, and then she denies him. She felt bad, but she felt as if it was for the better. He needed to move on.

He didn't need her. It was only him not being able to let go. She let out a small sigh. "I-I think it's time to let me go. It's not about whether you love me or not. I've changed. You may not like me anymore. You might find me annoying. But I'll always remember our times together. You'll always be with me, physically or not." she said, trying to smile. She blinked a few times, feeling tears well up in the corners of her eyes.

ooc; *pew pew pew* that's sound of me shooting myself in the head. ex: gag

ooc: What ???

ooc; the romancey garbage ilybrenandcher

ooc: Can't tell if disapproves or...

ooc; oh shut up. xD Kavid is the exact same. -shotttttt-. I love you too :3 Zan, don't read this. It's embarrasing -sobs-

Sutton stood there, emotionless. Her face was comepletely emotionless. She just stood there in her own trance. She couldn't register what she had said, and what he had just done. Had she really just done that? Was it really necessary? Didn't she realise how much harm she had done? she felt like a horrible person. But she didn't realise it. She just sunk into the hardwood floor. staring into space like a dead person. She buried her face into her hands and shook her head. She had let him go, again. Right in his own home. After he had saved her. After all, that she did nothing for him. Nothing. She only induced harm. She got up and took a shaky sigh, and went for the door. She had no business here anymore. When she was about to walk out of the large flat, she heard a crash from his room. She dropped her purse on the ground and ran to his room, barging in. The sight she saw wasn't pretty, and seeing him drunk was very awkward. Sutton slowly walked over to him, kneeling beside him. She grabbed the bottle of Vodka out of his hand and looked around for the cap.(?)

Sutton couldn't look at him properly. Not like this. "Don't chose this path. It's not going to help you. Get back up on your feet. There are a ton of girls who wouldn't mind going out with you. Just forget me. Don't waste away your life because of me. Get off your ass and go and find someone else." she said under her breath. She wasn't pissed, and she only wanted the best for him. He was just too attached. He needed to let go.

OOC: THIS IS A HORRIBLE POST, POO.

Sutton almost wanted to cry. But what could she expect? He was right. She was a hypocrite. She had her own problems and yet she was here scolding him for doing something that she had done. But at least she tried. She stood up and walked over to the corner of the room he was in. She didn't know what she was doing. "Go to sleep. It'll all wear off. Don't do this to yourself." she whispered soothingly. When she realised that it wasn't going to work, she took the advantage she had over him right now, she was sober and he wasn't. he grabbed the bottle and drank the remaining three quarters from it. She felt dizzy, and lightheaded, but she tried to fight it off. "Crap." she muttered under her breath, realising her actions.

OOC: wtf I don't even know what I'm supposed to post