Manage Me
The Same Things
Zack and I jolted apart as if we’d been shocked. Zack got off my bed and walked past Alex silently. Alex closed my door behind him and leaned against it.
“So, as if it weren’t enough for you to betray my trust and cheat on me while I’m on tour, but now that I’m home, you had to do it right in my fucking face when I was about to come apologize to you and let you explain.” Alex choked.
He was so mad. And what was worse, he was hurt.
“Alex, I can explain...” I said weakly.
“No, don’t bother. Let me fucking talk, for once. I can’t even believe this. I thought we could just go for like a month or so without something fucking happening between us, but no. I fucking trusted you. And I thought you trusted me too. And you know what? Alexander Fucking Manwhore Gaskarth didn’t get with everything with tits on this tour, and that blew up in my fucking face. It wasn’t easy. There were plenty of times when I could have cheated, when I almost wanted to. But then I remembered you, waiting for me to get back. But obviously I was played a fool. Congratulations, you’ve fucked me over.” Alex sobbed, lowering himself onto the floor.
“Alex...” I choked.
“No. Just shut up, okay? Shut the fuck up, you bitch! You’re going to bat your fucking eyelashes and think that everything will be just fine. It’s just not going to work. We can’t move on from this.” he yelled.
“So you’re breaking up with me...?” I asked sadly.
“Well, you did it first, bitch.” he spat, finally getting to his feet and strutting out.
I fell back into my bed, sobbing into the pillows. I fucked up big time, and it was actually my doing this time.
--
The next morning, I awoke to Alex strumming his guitar angrily. He began to sing:
I’ve been played a fool
Four, three, two
Many times and
When did lust, for you
Become an organized crime
I tried to keep you honest, babe.
But I was just a pawn you played
The part so well, it hurts to know
You’re gone, you’re gone.
Did you mean it, could you feel it
When you broke into my head.
Did you fake it, just to break
Another stranger in your bed.
Was it worth it? Was it perfect
When you up and left me cynical.
Like you planned it, you’re a bandit.
Just a no-good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
It hurt to hear those words sung about me, especially by Alex, but I suppose I deserved it. Hell, I did deserve it.
Even though I knew Alex was angry, I went down to get a bowl of cereal.
“What do you want?” Alex asked hoarsely. From how he looked and sounded, I think he’d been crying all night.
“Alex...” I started.
“No, don’t start. Haven’t you said enough?” he asked sharply.
“Alex, I’m so, completely sorry. I don’t know how to make it up to you.” I whispered.
“Hm, how about next time I go on tour, don’t fucking cheat on me?” he suggested.
“I didn’t cheat! Nicole stole my phone! She sent you that text!” I cried.
“You’re still hanging on to that excuse?” he asked bitterly.
“It’s the truth!” I screamed.
“Okay, maybe so, but I saw you kiss Zack. You can’t play that off!” he yelled.
“It was in the moment! He was comforting me because he actually believed me!” I sobbed.
“This is ridiculous. Just...get out of my sight.” he spat, pushing past me roughly.
“Hey! Don’t fucking push me!” I screamed, pushing him back.
“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” he yelled, pushing me so hard I fell flat on my back. “Oh my God.” he whispered, covering his face with his hands. “Brooke, I didn’t mean...here, let me help you up.” he said. I played along and gave him my hand, but I pulled him down on the floor.
He slapped me on the legs and got back up. He picked me up and slammed my back against the wall. He kissed me roughly and I didn’t resist. He pushed his tongue past my lips and he grabbed my breasts, still kissing me heatedly.
He thrust against me and I felt his erection through his tight jeans. We finally broke off for air.
“Holy shit.” he panted.
“I know.” I whispered.
“My room?” he asked.
I nodded. He carried me bridal style, reattaching his lips to mine. When we got upstairs, he threw me down on the bed. I pulled off my baggy t-shirt and eased his t-shirt over his head. I explored the maps of his abdominal muscles with my fingers. He shivered and chuckled, thrusting his fingers beneath my shorts.
He slipped his hand underneath the hem of my lacy undies and thrust one finger inside of me, pumping in and out. I moaned loudly, arching my back. He removed his finger as I began to undo his belt.
He got his skinny jeans off and he lowered himself to me, but he brushed his erection against my opening. I groaned in frustration and he laughed, finally going inside of me. He thrust hard, gradually increasing his pace.
Our hips ground together as I dug my nails into his back, hard. I felt the familiar feeling building up in my stomach and I shook with pleasure. I felt warm liquid spill into me. Fuck, he hadn’t used a condom? But then, I didn’t care. We both rolled away, lying on our backs.
He got dressed and left and I watched him silently. During all this, there was a thought in my mind that maybe this would change things between us. But, no. He was just sexually frustrated and I was his quick fuck. I guess I deserved it.
“So, as if it weren’t enough for you to betray my trust and cheat on me while I’m on tour, but now that I’m home, you had to do it right in my fucking face when I was about to come apologize to you and let you explain.” Alex choked.
He was so mad. And what was worse, he was hurt.
“Alex, I can explain...” I said weakly.
“No, don’t bother. Let me fucking talk, for once. I can’t even believe this. I thought we could just go for like a month or so without something fucking happening between us, but no. I fucking trusted you. And I thought you trusted me too. And you know what? Alexander Fucking Manwhore Gaskarth didn’t get with everything with tits on this tour, and that blew up in my fucking face. It wasn’t easy. There were plenty of times when I could have cheated, when I almost wanted to. But then I remembered you, waiting for me to get back. But obviously I was played a fool. Congratulations, you’ve fucked me over.” Alex sobbed, lowering himself onto the floor.
“Alex...” I choked.
“No. Just shut up, okay? Shut the fuck up, you bitch! You’re going to bat your fucking eyelashes and think that everything will be just fine. It’s just not going to work. We can’t move on from this.” he yelled.
“So you’re breaking up with me...?” I asked sadly.
“Well, you did it first, bitch.” he spat, finally getting to his feet and strutting out.
I fell back into my bed, sobbing into the pillows. I fucked up big time, and it was actually my doing this time.
--
The next morning, I awoke to Alex strumming his guitar angrily. He began to sing:
I’ve been played a fool
Four, three, two
Many times and
When did lust, for you
Become an organized crime
I tried to keep you honest, babe.
But I was just a pawn you played
The part so well, it hurts to know
You’re gone, you’re gone.
Did you mean it, could you feel it
When you broke into my head.
Did you fake it, just to break
Another stranger in your bed.
Was it worth it? Was it perfect
When you up and left me cynical.
Like you planned it, you’re a bandit.
Just a no-good, two-bit, filthy, rotten criminal.
It hurt to hear those words sung about me, especially by Alex, but I suppose I deserved it. Hell, I did deserve it.
Even though I knew Alex was angry, I went down to get a bowl of cereal.
“What do you want?” Alex asked hoarsely. From how he looked and sounded, I think he’d been crying all night.
“Alex...” I started.
“No, don’t start. Haven’t you said enough?” he asked sharply.
“Alex, I’m so, completely sorry. I don’t know how to make it up to you.” I whispered.
“Hm, how about next time I go on tour, don’t fucking cheat on me?” he suggested.
“I didn’t cheat! Nicole stole my phone! She sent you that text!” I cried.
“You’re still hanging on to that excuse?” he asked bitterly.
“It’s the truth!” I screamed.
“Okay, maybe so, but I saw you kiss Zack. You can’t play that off!” he yelled.
“It was in the moment! He was comforting me because he actually believed me!” I sobbed.
“This is ridiculous. Just...get out of my sight.” he spat, pushing past me roughly.
“Hey! Don’t fucking push me!” I screamed, pushing him back.
“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” he yelled, pushing me so hard I fell flat on my back. “Oh my God.” he whispered, covering his face with his hands. “Brooke, I didn’t mean...here, let me help you up.” he said. I played along and gave him my hand, but I pulled him down on the floor.
He slapped me on the legs and got back up. He picked me up and slammed my back against the wall. He kissed me roughly and I didn’t resist. He pushed his tongue past my lips and he grabbed my breasts, still kissing me heatedly.
He thrust against me and I felt his erection through his tight jeans. We finally broke off for air.
“Holy shit.” he panted.
“I know.” I whispered.
“My room?” he asked.
I nodded. He carried me bridal style, reattaching his lips to mine. When we got upstairs, he threw me down on the bed. I pulled off my baggy t-shirt and eased his t-shirt over his head. I explored the maps of his abdominal muscles with my fingers. He shivered and chuckled, thrusting his fingers beneath my shorts.
He slipped his hand underneath the hem of my lacy undies and thrust one finger inside of me, pumping in and out. I moaned loudly, arching my back. He removed his finger as I began to undo his belt.
He got his skinny jeans off and he lowered himself to me, but he brushed his erection against my opening. I groaned in frustration and he laughed, finally going inside of me. He thrust hard, gradually increasing his pace.
Our hips ground together as I dug my nails into his back, hard. I felt the familiar feeling building up in my stomach and I shook with pleasure. I felt warm liquid spill into me. Fuck, he hadn’t used a condom? But then, I didn’t care. We both rolled away, lying on our backs.
He got dressed and left and I watched him silently. During all this, there was a thought in my mind that maybe this would change things between us. But, no. He was just sexually frustrated and I was his quick fuck. I guess I deserved it.
Notes
Title: The Same Things, Lauren O'ConnellWow. This is my favorite chapter, by far. I hope you guys feel the same way.
Thanks to:
ToxicDancefloor
mkelly
SaraBethGaskarth
str4ightuphustl3r
tragic_ending
Britt
and of course:
SociallyAwkwardRocker
and NewKidOnAnOldBlock
I've been stumbling across stories I've read, and checking them out again since I seem to forget them after it's been a while. This was one of those cases.
Reading this again, and after reading other stories on here and Mibba, I've realized that with my last comment, I was a bit off. Yes, Brooke and Alex's relationship was cute when they were together/sweet to each other, but reading it again, their relationship was a bit abusive. Neither is completely innocent, but the version of Alex you wrote in this took it to the next level. I realize a lot of it was because of his insecurities, what he dealt with in the past, etc., but Brooke didn't deserve any of that. When she did mess up, she definitely didn't take her anger to the levels he did.
Idk, I'm conflicted because again, when they were together, it was cute, but then it just got sad when they weren't. I'm not sure why she put up with as much as she did.
Your writing is still good, though. Just wish they didn't have so many downs in their relationship. It got really sad at a lot of points, and I just felt Alex didn't need to take it to the degree he did, I mean really.
I doubt you saw my other comment, but just thought I would comment again as an update and to possibly get you to see it.
11/19/17