#dirtvdeeds

                        this WASN’T how this night was supposed to end. she thought things had been fine between them. she thought they were finally over the situation of her mother. they seemed to be finding ways around her with ease. maybe it was all a facade that jon was showing her to keep her happy.  g o d , she hoped it wasn’t that. maryse never wanted anything between then but genuine emotions. maybe that was her downfall. maybe that was what brought them to the dance they were facing right now. he was being HONEST with her, or honesty within what he believed to be the truth. but she had never once in their entire relationship considered him anything  b u t  the best for her. he understood her for more than what you received at face value and she could never ask for anything more.

                        the chill of the night air as they stood a the bottom of her stoop was specially sharp in the prickles to her face. she could feel all warmth leaving her body at the thought of HIM LEAVING her. a few tears trickled down her cheeks as she listened to his words. the one last kiss where he undoubtedly could taste the salt in the pain he’d caused her rolling down her cheeks only caused a hiccup of a small sob.

                        “ no! ”  she finally yelled as he turned his back to her, brows scrunching and lips pouting from the cries she held back.  “ you are de only thing i ‘ave  e v e r  deserved. you’re de only thing i ‘ave worked so ‘ard to get an’ so ‘ard to keep. my mother will not win this. i won’t let ‘er ruin everything good dat i ‘ave jus’ because she doesn’t  ‘ approve ’  of you. i’ve never wanted something so much in my entire life as much as i want YOU. ”  it was her only hope to show him with the raw emotion and cracking voice accompanied with tears that he meant the absolute  w o r l d  to her and she couldn’t bear to lose him.

is that your… | accepting

is that your…. Accepting || scar & deano

                        why did he blow her off on her BIRTHDAY of all days? it crushed her when she approached her mother, questioning whether or not jon arrived. of course, mrs. ouellet said he didn’t even show and that only created a warmth in her face. a warmth that was beginning to turn from being on the verge of tears into a boiling  r a g e . maryse grabbed her jacket and headed out the door, despite her mother’s pleas to just forget about him. the french-canadian was not going to forget about him—–she could NEVER forget jon.

                        she walked for a while, quite a while actually. the chill in the air caused a slight shiver, even with her coat on. maryse walked to each and every spot she knew jon could be at,  b u t  it wasn’t until she made a last ditch effort to go to the park she’d mentioned to him that she loved visiting as a child. on a lonely bench, jon sat slumped over with a cigarette in hand. storming up to him, her face expressive of the ANGER and over all disappointment she felt toward him. ‘ why didn’t you come? ’ she asked with a harsh tone and thick accent. ‘ i waited an’ waited to spend my birthday wit’ you. i looked for you everywhere. i ‘oped dat you were jus’ late or something, but my mom said dat you  n e v e r  even showed! ’ the blonde was beyond upset and she felt like she honestly had EVERY right to be.

     a frown pulls at jon’s expression, head tilting to the side as he looks at the woman in front of him. he’s silent for a long moment, reaching into his jacket pocket for his lighter, fingerless gloves barely keeping chapped hands warm as he lit his cigarette. she’d surprised him, come over to his “house” and greeted him with a happy birthday. had he told her? he didn’t remember telling her. had he been drunk? probably.

       “who uh---how’d you know it was my birthday?”