𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

with a scoff, apollo shot his friend a ‘ you think ‘ look. he squatted down beside declan as he examined the broken banister, though apollo knew little to nothing about construction and how to fix things. his sister was always the tinker, who would make robots for science projects and fix things around their run down little house in the cut over the years. a thankful smile spread over his lips when declan confirmed he could fix it. “ oh, thank god. i think there might be one down the street, if you wanna’ walk down there to get whatever you need? “

“i’ve been good- really good,” he says, finally looking up to meet declan’s eyes, “better than before.” and it was the truth, he was sure it was evident in his features. he’d looked back at old clips of the show, at the dark circles that seemed to stay permanently under his eyes no matter how much makeup had been forced onto his face, the way his clothes used to hang off of him. “look, i- i’m sorry, about everything i just-” he pauses, trying to find the right words, “i just thought that how i was operating was normal for me. and that i couldn’t change it. but i took some time away, i figured my shit out. and i miss you.” 

mia: i thought it was for him too, i mean we went on dates and stuff

mia: or i thought they were dates

mia: idk we used to hookup before i started dating jimmy and then we stopped, obviously, but when i came home we kind of picked back up??? and i thought maybe it was our second chance

declan: oh so there's like a history there

declan: i mean i feel like the best thing for yall to do is talk?

mia: thank you i hold a lot of liquor for someone of my stature

mia: im not i just

mia: i just thought that maybe he was different

mia: but he's just like every other fucking asshole that i've decided to waste time on

declan: oh so was this like

declan: more than a hookup for you :/

mia: nope

mia: i took 10 shots and locked myself in the bathroom

mia: so obviously im taking it well

declan: any other time i'd be proud of you taking 10 shots

declan: but i'll congratulate you some other time

Letting her bottom lip slide from her teeth she shook his hand he offered up, “I’m Lana” she said telling him her name. Making herself more comfortable in the seat she sipped her tequila, as if it was water. “This your first time?” she asked.

a road trip to drop her dad at rehab and a twenty one hour flight later and naomi was walking through the front door. fashionably late, as always. the smell of tequila somehow lingered as she headed outside, already clad in a bikini and regretting her decision not to drink. like clockwork, she dropped in a lounge chair and surveyed their surroundings for the next three months. of course, the makeshift gym area was already being put to use and she could definitely hear a blender somewhere in the distance. same shit, different continent. “ do you think if i just watch people work out for long enough that i’ll get fit through osmosis? ”

mia: i slept with apollo

mia: like a lot of times

mia: and i didnt know he had a girlfriend

declan: oh shit!

declan: but also oh shit because that's...tough

mia: oh thank god

mia: if i tell you a secret do you promise not to tell anyone?

mia: like double pinky promise kiss your hand and everything

declan: i literally would only tell you so i promies

mia: my vision is verrrry blurry i hope this is declan

mia: im so drunk

mia: and so sad

declan: no this is patrick

declan: KIDDING this is declan

declan: why are you sad

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“ we probably shouldn’t have tried mattress surfing down the stairs, “ apollo huffed as him and declan stood over the broke banister at the bottom of the stairs. the idea, to be fair, was a dumb one considering the stairs curved slightly towards the bottom and there was no way that they could control the mattresses towards the end. he glanced up at his friend, an almost anxious look on his face ( not because he was afraid of getting in trouble, but because he didn’t want to have to pay for the damages ). “ what should we do? “

“didn’t know you were concerned about bloating,” she teases, sipping her drink. it felt strange to her, to be here, so far away from home but so close to the people she’d grown up around. part of her wishes she’d declined the offer a third time. “i was supposed to be on tour right about now,” she shrugs, “but you’re right- first time for everything.” 

“i dont think fun is the right word,” he matches declan’s laugh with his own, staring down at his hands. he hadn’t exactly had falling outs with many people, certainly not people he had to share a room with on national television, and he wasn’t really sure how to handle it. “so- do you wanna talk about… whatever happened, or should we just- avoid each other?”