#disasterwpieces

“what makes you think i don’t care? the thought of you loving someone else is tearing me apart. the past weeks i have done nothing but lie awake until four in the morning wondering what the fuck has made you change your mind.”

"You're not even going to try!" Delilah snapped back, finally losing her temper after all this time. For someone who rarely ever raises her voice since she hated arguments in general, the brunette finally reached her limit. Part of her was truly tempted to just leave him just like she was threatening to do but she didn't want to act on impulse, do something that she might regret in the long run. All she wanted was for him to open up to her, but up to now, she's not even sure if anything he told her was true. The young woman would like to think that she's a good judge of character now and she's starting to see through his lies, which pained her because why couldn't he just trust her? She's certain that the male has his reasons but she wanted to learn more about him and his past. Lilah waited for him all night and she should have expected him to come home drunk, like he has done before. Once she has calmed down a little, she swallowed thickly and nibbled on her bottom lip. "You don't really mean that, right? Tell me you don't want me to leave." Just like him, she has her own demons to battle, ones that continued to plague her nightmares.

"And that's a wrap!" the photographer called out, the photo shoot for her new movie was successful and they didn't even work overtime. Receiving fanmails wasn't uncommon for the rising star and she loved reading every single one of them. However, one particular mail has caught her attention-- one which contained photos of her that were taken from her home, which was an invasion of her privacy. It didn't look like a paparazzi shot though since none of them were released to the public, so her manager came to a conclusion that she might have a stalker. After discussing the aformentioned topic, they decided to tighten her security and get her a new bodyguard. Growing up in the Gotti crime family, she wasn't new to this sort of situations but she didn't particularly like having someone following her every movement. However, what she didn't realize sooner was how fun it could be to torment the male sometimes, purposely bringing him along while she goes shopping. Changing into her casual clothes, Valentina bid her coworkers farewell as she headed straight for him once she spotted his figure. With a large smile across her lips, the brunette asked him cheerfully, "So, how did I do?"

     Two weeks, and they were the most agonizing two weeks without him. Every time he left it was overwhelming, but what else could she do? Brandon made her happy, and he was following his dreams. She supported him no matter what. However, it was hard and she wouldn’t deny it, because not only did she have to deal with the constant distance, but she was also sworn into secrecy. There were times where she thought it wasn’t worth it, but then he’d come through the door, smile the beautiful smile and all was thrown out of the window, like now... coming to his place after her shift to welcome him home. She used the secret key and even made herself comfortable enough to make dinner for the both of them as she waited... Wanting him to come home to a home cooked meal, though it was a little while before she heard the door and by that time she was working on her anonymous blog—her only outlet to this whole secret rendezvous. Frankly, she rather have him and because of that, her sacrifices seemed so small. She was happy, he seemed happy too, and that’s what really mattered.       “Welcome home... I really hope you’re not too jet lagged for dinner and a couch movie?” 

the female found herself in the bathroom of some frat house, not even having the slightest clue which one. looking herself in the mirror, she corrected her lipstick and makeup, before walking back into the crowded space. it hadn’t been her idea to attend this party, and after getting used to high end parties in downtown los angeles with her boss, this was seriously slacking. but having promised her friend she’d attend, she was there, her mind set on making this a good night, even if it was in a frat house. fawn wasn’t really big into beer, but wasn’t sure where she should find better alcohol, so she poured herself a red solo cup of honey colored liquid, before looking around the room for her friend, though it looked like she hadn’t yet arrived.