Thankfully the hotel halls were mostly barren, with few rooms on the floor and thick walls in between. The tour was officially on halt until further notice since there had been weather and staging difficulties that left them with a break for at least the next two weeks.

Hence for Zaria and Malachi that meant they were gonna take advantage of everyday they have free before they have to go back to the media trained teens disney was making them out to be. The pair had seemed to click since their first day on set, their energetic and chaotic personalities seemed to collide and intertwine that created a deep bond between them.

So it came as no surprise the rebellious duo was up disobeying all the rules specifically set out for them. The blunt that was once passed between them left nothing but a bud that was set slightly smashed into the hotel's complimentary ashtray. 

Zaria laid on her stomach, arms crossed on the pillow under her watching Malachi walk from across the room back towards the bed, eyes low raking up and down his shirtless figure as he absent mindedly watches 21 jump street playing on the tv.

He walks over to the bed still distracted by the scene on the tv, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he lowers himself on the bed, his back muscles flexing in the process. Zaria watches carefully before turning to lay on her back next to him.

He turned looking over at her feeling the bed shift and saw her already looking at him. Their low eyes connected a small smirk pulling on Malachi’s lips as his tongue peaked out to wet them slightly. 

A small noise leaves her now pouted mouth, something of a sigh mixed with a whimper as she rubs her thighs together hoping for at least the tiniest bit of friction. The high of the weed and the  sight of him hitting her full force,

You stayin the night?” He asks, moving closer to her his hand traveling towards her hip gripping it tightly. A slow smile spreads across his face as he watches her bite her lip slightly, looking at him through her lashes before glancing back down towards his lips and nodding yeah.

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They were stuck in this loop of silence that seemed to have no end she wanted to scream 'Why'. The frustration and curiosity building up in her chest begging to be released for any type of relief, "why?".

In a spot that once used to be a place to have their moments away from the mics and to voice all their deepest desires was not a place where she question it had the same semblance to him as it did to her. A promise that should've never been broken being the sole reason she's here sitting on a day bed head wresting on her palms trying to get his insistent voice out of her head while he's across from her.

"Please" His voice is soft like the times he held her in his arms under the shower head as steam wrapped around them like an escape whispering their future wants, the same voice that healed her and broke her all in one breath. The 'but' at the end of the sentence that led to this whole situation stuck in her brain like it was caught on a hook.

She held her legs in her arms as if she was pulling herself away from him "I- i got caught up in everything and I thought maybe you did the same and-" He cut himself off a deep sigh releasing from his mouth knee bouncing at a quick pace that seemed to get quicker.

The words came out thick as if there were tears in them "You thought I'd do the same? I saw the clip before you kissed her 'But maybe she's kissing some other guy' You said that right? In the confessional." She lets her head fall back replaying memories like a slideshow.

"I'm so sorry" She looks back towards him and sees his eyes looking into the distance tear stains gleaming from the lights his hand placed on the bed shaking, if it were before she would've taken his hand laid against him and stayed with him till he calmed but now even the thought of being near him disgusted her.

She let out a shaking breath before gaining the will to even speak again "even if I was kissing some other guy, I didn't bring him back to the villa after telling you we'd be good no matter what" as she breathed her final word to him she got up walking back to the room feeling as though she wanted to go to sleep and just wake up with things being normal but she knows that'll never happen.

Quickly removing her computer from her lap and untangling herself from the covers to unlock and open the window for him. The noise of the now unlocked window captured Pope's attention his head quickly turning from starring at the stationary scenery below to girl standing in from of him, whose smile always seemed as bright no matter how many times she saw him in a day.

Watching him climb through the window should have felt normal, but it was almost like she could feel the anxiety scratching at his skin. Her smile had slightly by the time he looked up from the floor to meet her eyes and he knew that she was running through a million theories of what happened in her head and that made everything he felt get amplified.

Her breath caught before she spoke "What happened?" her eyes searched his and he knew he was done, it was like a que went off in his head and his eyes filled with tears. Taking a deep breath ✦ felt as though she was preparing herself to receive news that someone got her. She ushered him to the bed forcing him to sit, while she positioned herself beside him hand resting in his lap as his hands cradled his own face.

She repeated her question again, softer this time as he looked up from his hands his face a mask of sadness and guilt. Something in his eyes made her stomach drop "I did something", the statement sat between them as if she was analyzing the words and calculating a response "What do you mean" the words fell as a whisper, her hand now retreating from his lap into her own.

"I'm so sorry baby", he reached for her hand that now sat paralyzed in her lap, as if lifeless in wait for the inevitable. "Please understand I am so sorry" a part of her ached to comfort him like a reflex from past times it was like she was going against her body yet listening to her mind when she didn't react yet.

The chords in the background background was now a forgotten melody "I made a mistake" now replaced with words of pain spilling out of the mouth of the one she trusted most "A mistake?" inside of her head a mantra of 'no's played in her mind, as if she was rebuking his words

Her held tilted to the side eyes slightly squinting processing the words that slipped from his mouth, his eyes stricken with sadness and guilt tried to capture her sight yet met with nothing as she stared at the wall behind him. He slid off the bed and sat on his knees in front of her, her head following his movement yet never actually meeting his gaze "Please" he whispered.

"What did you do" Her voice seemed dead as she questioned him, eyes finally meeting his "I slept with someone." It took everything within herself to try and hold in the cry that tore from her yet to no avail it did not wok "Who" the words came out on autopilot her brain working overtime to compensate for the turmoil that surrounded her now.

Then a name "Kiara", the girl best friend. ✦ had known they were close, and by associate with pope she eventually became friends with the girl yet never having a bond as deep as theirs. Was she blind? Was she so stupid she never noticed something that could have been right in front of her face? "Why are you crying" the question stopped her trailing thoughts like an epiphany that just had to be shared out loud.

Her eyes moving from the floor beside his head to tearful guilty gaze that stayed on her like a tick "You don't get to be the one that cries" her hands finally slid from his captive hold "I didn't hurt you" tears started to spill down her face, that emotional capacity of pain reaching its limit. "You need to go" she stood, his hands falling off her lap and onto the floor, panic flooded his body as he stood following her as she took steps back

She stood back pressed against her white oak dresser, one filled with pictures of them at the beach and at holidays ."Plea-" His continuous arguments fell on deaf ears as she lifted her head towards the ceiling willing the tears to stop, a pathetic reminder of her situation.

She took in a shaky breath and brought her head back down "No, you need to go" finality present in her voice, he stopped for a moment searching her eyes for any vulnerability that he could cling to. Stepping back he slowly made his way to the window as if his pace could stop the sentencing, exiting through the window he turned his mouth opening to say something but cut off by the closing and locking of the window.

Waiting till she saw him make his way down the tree she closed the curtains, a part of her wanted to block out what had just happen and play it off as a nightmare but she knew she couldn't. Sitting down on her bed she felt the emptiness that he once used to fill, pictures and trinkets from their time together scattered around her room so intertwined with things from before him that they looked like they had been there forever. Now a capsule of memories discarded into nothing.

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The breaking point didn't happen in a loud way, it was loud to her though like she was alone in silence and the only thing she heard was the snap of a stick. They were both home surprisingly, she was at the far end of the living room sitting on an arm chair, arms wrapped around her knees pillow tucked beneath her. He was leaning back on the couch arm resting on the arm rest as he used his hand to hold up his hand, both their eyes locked on the tv ignoring the lingering tension.

Though the silence broke when she took a struggling breath and spoke "What happened to us" her words were almost a whisper her throat catching at the end, its like everything came crashing down and when he actually looked away at the screen to look at her he saw the tears cascading down her face and he felt his eyes well up as well. "I don't know" he struggled to even say, burrying his face in his hands probably a way to mask his tears.

"It was suppose to be easy" He looked up from his position, his elbows on his lap hands clasped together as they just stared at each other. Letting out a dry laugh he speaks again "I'm sitting across from you and it doesn't even feel like you're here." It was like living with as strangers, like passing a ghost everyday something so out of the ordinary that becomes normal when you stop caring

"I miss when things were different" His hands trembled, he hadn't even noticed how she had crossed the room till he felt a near couch cushion dip and looked to see her sitting in the middle of the small couch, shoulders brushing his. With her knees pulled up to her chest and blanket discarded across the floor she look up at him, subconsciously playing with her fingers. "I miss us"

He nodded, "I miss us too." Their red eyes connected, a silent message and agreement passing through them. Though things were fractured a part of both of them was glad that the breaking point didn't break them, and a silent prayer passed through her mind allowing a small part of her to hope that their relationship would heal.