☏ - my muse calls yours crying

Micah was sitting down at the bar taking a small sip of his drink. He was waiting for his friends to arrive but he was about 30 minutes early. He always liked to be the first one to drink especially when it came to hanging out with his friends. He smirked softly at noticing a young woman glancing over at him. He stood up from the bar with his drink in his hand, about to stroll over to the young woman. But then his phone rang. He sighed softly before pulling his phone in his pocket to see Jax calling him. “Hey Jax. What’s up?” He asked leaning against the bar but pause at hearing crying. “Hold up, are you crying?” He thought he would never see the day to ever hear or see Jax Carter crying. He would’ve used that against her if he wasn’t concern for her well-being. He listen to her explain about her father being in the hospital. “Oh crap, I’m so sorry Jax.” He thought of what to say next and couldn’t help but mention, “I will meet you in the hospital. See you soon.” He hung up the phone and downed the rest of his drink. “Put this on my tab, Billy.” He glanced back at the young woman before turning on his heels and heading out the door. Damn Jax must be making crazy to turn down the chance to get laid tonight. As soon as he walked out the door, he see his friends pull up in front of the bar. “ Sorry to cut this evening a bit short but I need you drop me off at the hospital now.

☪-our muse’s on a romantic camping trip

Valencia chewed on her bottom lip as she sat down on the log rubbing her hands together. She was lucky that the two already had a fire going. She glanced over her shoulder to see if Jack was on his way back from collecting wood for the the fire. She sighed to herself as she stared ahead of the fire reminding herself that it would be getting dark soon. She figured it would be best to think happy thoughts as in how happy she was when jack invited her out to go camping. She only been camping once with her family and it was pretty fun. She won’t deny that it was the last good family memory she has. She jumps slightly at feeling someone touch her shoulder. She turns around at seeing Jack and hits his leg. “You are such an ass for scaring the hell out of me!” She exclaimed causing Jack to laugh at her as he places the wood in the fire. “And yet here I was thinking of ways to make it up to for thinking of this amazing idea. Guess you will never find out what I was thinking of.” She told him as she sighed dramatically but he still sat beside her placing his arm over her shoulder. “I think I know exactly what you are referring too.” He muttered as he glances at her with a smirk on his face.

“Define serious.” Daniel raised an eyebrow before taking another sip from his glass of gods knows what, he’d been told enough times to stop drinking all the stock but he’d thrown a dollar in the till to make up for some of what he’d drank. “I mean if you’re thinking about all that Nicholas Sparks bullshit that no, thank god.” Another sip and the glass was finished. Daniel looked to his side and swore when he realized that he’d downed the bottle, he’d drank so much over the years that his tolerance level was so high that it took a lot to get him drunk. “Look I’m gonna be honest so I can clock out and get the fuck out of here quicker-- serious is basically the opposite of fun, and who the hell wants a not fun relationship, get a grip. Girls all say they want that stupid serious shit but as soon as they have it their bored and they want you to blow your bank account just to add some excitement into a relationship that’s clearly lost it’s spark, count me out.” Pushing away from the counter, Daniel was about to leave before he paused and turned back. “But if Posy asks-- all I’ve ever wanted my entire life is a serious relationship, with her especially.” 

Erin shifted in her seat nervously, one thing she had grown used to with her new identity was the fact that no one could ask about her old life, Joey was the only person that knew and he couldn’t seem to care less about Erin or her old life. “It was dear old daddy in the end I guess, just like it always is.” She was fully aware that daddy issues was one of the oldest excuses in the book, but all roads of reason seemed to lead back to her father in the end. “He was okay I guess, took me to the park and taught me how to ride a bike and all that crap he as meant to do.” Erin faltered slightly before speaking again. “Wasn’t meant to lose his job, and he definitely wasn’t meant to borrow money from dangerous people that he couldn’t pay back. He left way before they caught on that he wasn’t paying back a dime.” Sighing, Erin shrugged a shoulder like the words meant nothing to her, like some story she’d been told as a child and had never really thought about it, although the truth that she’d cried, screamed and reasoned with every possible reason with why her father left-- why he’d leave his only daughter in a house until the social services finally came after two weeks of her trying to survive on her own. That’s the only thing Erin could really remember, surviving, sure her method had changed from finding more down the back of the couch to a darker way of getting by. But it was surviving all the same to her, she’d never thought about who would get caught in the crossfire until now. “Anyone, I learnt pretty soon after that experience that men always leave-- now I just leave them before they can leave me, and the guys I've dated, let’s just say that they don’t tend to chase after me once I've gone. It’s easier.” 

“Me? Cynical? Never,” Josie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. “Even if so– it’s none of your business. But if I’m being honest, my parents are like two notches of crazy away from tracking me with a GPS or something,” Josephine rolled her eyes once more, sighing heavily. “Anyways… they’re just very controlling and manipulative and they wouldn’t want me telling you this stuff in the first place. It’s all a load of complicated bullshit– but the Kings are well on their way to being a household name and if I screw that up, well trust me it’d be bad. My family has a strong reputation to uphold and I’m one of the youngest in the line. So let’s just say there’s a lot of pressure on me because people are just waiting for me to make a stupid mistake– no big deal.” The brunette looked down for a moment before returning her gaze, “I guess I’m just cynical because I never really got the chance to be anything else… I’ve only ever been what my parents told me to do. I don’t get free time to make friends nor have fun– it’s a rather lonely life. Not to be the host of my own pity party, but it’s hard not to be cynical with a life like mine.”

“It’s not that easy,” Gwen spat shortly, “It’s not that easy when you’ve suffered emotional and physical pain because of a person. When everything they’ve done has done nothing but hurt you– but you cared for them. Maybe I wouldn’t go as far as to say I loved him, I could never love someone like that, but I truly believed what he was doing was okay. I was so blind and naïve… and that kind of stuff happens. It happens all the time. But you know how it is-- you never think that kind of stuff will happen to you and when it does, you don’t even realize how bad it gets with each day... I just feel so stupid.”

“It’s-- it’s complicated...” Jonah sighed, running a nervous hand through his hair.

"You wouldn’t understand... unless you too are working three part-time jobs, baby-sitting my brother’s children and trying to find an actual one,” she snapped, sighing almost immediately after she had spoken, “I’m sorry I snapped like that... I just-- well it’s just difficult. My parents don’t make a lot of money... and I don’t ever plan on asking them for money, I could never do that to them. I try to make a living on my own, but it’s hard. I’ve been fired from countless jobs, lost a bunch of friends and let’s just say everyone I know loves pointing out how I can’t seem to hold a job- nor a man. So I decided to go for just one. A job of course.”