<3 DESTINY <3 ( Renny and Maple )

[Renny]

[ on my phone now, so my posts won't be as good Dx ]

Andrew Fitzgerald

"Oh for fuck's sake." Andrew thought, rolling his eyes. Part of him wanted to just leave her with the douche she was with. But the thing was, she was wobbling and daring. He knew she could possibly get herself and the douche killed. Not, that he cared if the idiot was injured. But Juliet. Oh hell yeah, he gave a fuck. A lot of fucks, probably too many.

He sighed, strolling forward and watched her wobble and the idiot stumbled, falling slightly away from her. Good timing. Andrew swooped in, placing his arm around her waist and supporting her. He was three seconds away from picking her up bridal style as he walked towards the parking lot. "God, Juliet. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?" He muttered, practically carrying her to the car. "You are in no state to drive." He added if she protested. She really wasn't in any state to fight him either.

Eventually they made it to his car, a sleek dark one that was kind of expensive. He opened the passenger side, fingers sliding into her pocket to remove her keys. He closed the door and walked around to the other side before climbing in and turning it on. He sighed, turning up the heat because it was cold outside and either she would sober up or fall asleep.

He hoped for the latter.

[Maple ♥]

.: Juliet :.

( on my phone too xD )

Juliet struggled against him, trying to elbow his ribs but her movements were sluggish and her body felt too lazy to fight him. Leaving douche behind, which she didn't care much about, she was forced to slip into his car. Huffing, she blew the hair out of her face and a hard, bitchy expression formed on her face. When he got back in the car she pressed her head against the head rest, giving him a sarcastic smirk. "Oh acting all heroic are we now? Has Fitzgerald turned soft?" She snorted, moving her fingers up to study them in the light of the street lamps in the parking lot. A soft humming sound came from her throat as she danced her hand in the air. Man she was wasted and high off her ass, but yet her words could still be as cold as ice.

As much as she was trying to hide it, her body was shaking so bad her teeth were chattering along with it.

[Renny]

Andrew Fitzgerald

[ xD ]

Andrew put the car in reverse. He debated taking her to her father's home, but she was so wasted and high that it would be cruel to. So he began the journey to his own house. She had spent a lot of time their. His uncle was out of town and his aunt would be out with her friends for Ladies Night. Andrew glanced to her, looking calm. "Who, me?" He said sarcastically. "You must have the wrong Fitzgerald." He retorted coldly

Truth is, Andrew didn't know why he was helping her. She'd left him. Moved away from him. And she was pissed he was helping? That was bullshit. He did still maybe have feelings for her. She had listened to him as hehad listened to her. They'd exchanged so much, and now they were being cold strangers.

She looked weird making hand motions, and it was slightly distracting. He leaned back, pulling smoothly onto the back county roads to the Fitzgerald Estate. A beautiful place with rolling fields and framed by trees. Could such corrupt people live there? Answer, fuck yeah.

[Maple ♥]

.: Juliet :.

Juliet snorted, but didn't respond to that comment, just stared roughly at the window, her hands now in her lap. "Shit," she laid her head back again though she stared down at the estate as it arrived. Her head was beginning to spin at the alcohol consuming her brain and was throbbing against her skull.

Soon she was quiet for a while, then her head turned to him, a content expression on her face. "How have you been, Andrew?" She asked, her time almost a whisper as she stared down at his hands, not able to lol at him. She always got emotional when she was intoxicated and high. Her pupils were dilated, making her Iris's were almost prettier in her "under the influence" state. Andrew knew that better than anyone. 

[Renny]

Andrew Fitzgerald

He wasn't surprised by her cursing. It wasn't like he didn't do it. Andrew snuck a glance at her. Even now she seemed to be a little sober.Her eyes looked incredibly big, staring at his hands. Her question took him by surprise. He coughed a little, running a hand through his hair.

"I've been.." long pause. How was he? The truth? He was a wreck. Barely pulled together, but just enough to appear okay. But right now in the dim lights of his dashboard in the dark night driving to a house Andrew hated, he wasn't okay. His mind was fragmenting into a million pieces. He looked tired, to be honest, like his nightmares had come back. He no longer went to therapy. Hell, he didn't tell the truth anyway, why waste money? He'd gone back to drinking and smoking and sometimes cutting.

His hand on his leg moved to his hip, touching the freshest set of scars. A week old, or so. He didn't know why he'd done it. Just he had wanted to. He'd been high and the blood made him laugh. He shook his head and took his hand off his hip to run through his hair.

"Okay," he said finally after a long, telling silence. It was a lie and a shitty one at that, but he hoped she was too intoxicated to notice.

[Maple ♥]

.: Juliet :.

    Juliet glanced at him through some strands of her curled hair. "Isn't that just the best way to describe something as? Okay. We're all just fucking okay, aren't we? No one gives a shit and we're all just-" she realized she was rambling again so she pressed her lips together and whispered the rest of the sentence with a frown. "-acting like we're okay."

    Maybe she wasn't making sense, she didn't know. Her eyes flashed to him again before she sighed and ran a hand over her face, her shiny black nails glistening. Some cheap rings littered her fingers, and she stopped dead when she realized one of them was from her past. With Andrew. She could not let him see she was still wearing it. 

    A little too quickly, the hand shot down between her thighs so he couldn't see it. Not like he hadn't been in that area before. 

[Renny]

Andrew found himself agreeing with her. Maybe it was because he was tired. A good night sleep evaded him still. He sighed, glancing over to her just in time to see her hand slip between her thighs.

Did he just see?

No. Impossible. He'd given her a ring before. One suited to her tastes. Pretty and elegant, but not too expensive. She probably didn't have it and it was a trick of his mind. He shook his head.

He was going to ask her about it, but decided not to as they pulled up the lane to the large mansion of his house. It was dark right now, stars glittering above and the moon casting a slight glow to the dark navy house with the dark chocolate shutters and white trimming. Elegant, classy. Not home though. Too pristine. Not lived in enough. "Home sweet home," he muttered bitterly, slipping out of the car and around to her side, opening J uliet's door to help her in case she was woozy.

Once inside of the dark house, Andrew left on little lighting and he helped her up the stairs. He then cursed himself. Assuming she was staying the night, most likely since he wasn't gonna let her fucking drive anywhere, they didn't have a guest bedroom. Most of them were converted into offices and libraries and Aunt Cindy's shoe hoarding room.

All that was left was his room. The second largest and the walls were a dark warm chocolate color. His room was nice. Elegant. Like something out of a magazine. It lacked sentimentals and the bed was huge and everything looked in place. Thanks OCD. He usually didn't have anything out, but on the bed was a bunch of paper's. Writings of his. Dark and unreadable by any eyes except his own. "Make yourself at home," he said, leaving Juliet by the door and he walked quickly over to grab the papers and shuffle them together a little TOO hastily.

[Maple ♥]

.: Juliet :.

    Juliet let Andrew lead her into the house without much protest, feeling sort of sick now that her high was coming down as well. Her heart beat fluttered a few times and her facial expression seemed bored; but she really was just trying to push down the nausea. When he led her into the house, she sucked in a breath at all the memories that flushed her mind. Maybe it wasn't the same house, but it reminded her of it. The cabin, the one by the lake. Her body pressed to his, hot moans of ecstasy and thrusts of love. Her eyes lolled a little as he turned her to the stairs to climb up them. Her feet stumbled a bit, but Andrew caught her. Secretly, she was perfectly giddy Andrew hadn't taken her back to her place; she'd already gotten enough shit from her Daddy and wasn't too pristine on seeing him for a while. 

    Once in his room, Juliet felt him pull away from her, the absence of his touch felt like the urning she craved for alcohol. She knew her emotions were heightened because of the drink and smoke in her. Without it she'd be as bitchy as ever. But right about now it was getting hard to focus on pushing that personality through when the only person in the world who could see past her bullshit was here, with her, and being generous enough to help her with her fucked up decisions.

    "Nice house," she commented with a croak of her voice, sitting down on his bed with her knees touching and combat boots spread apart. Her fingers sat on her thighs, loosely positioned there as she scanned the room drowsily. "Where are you sleeping?" she squinted up at him in question. She really wasn't acting much like herself anymore; she didn't know why that was. 

    Actually, she knew why, but didn't want to admit it. It had something to do with a black haired, soccer playing boy whom she'd fallen in love with two years ago. 

[Renny]

Andrew Fitzgerald

        Andrew moved to the side of the room, placing the papers into a black folder and shutting it. He glanced back to her, dark eyes fixed on her own light ones. He slid off his coat, placing it over the back of the chair. He then unclipped his watch, sliding it off his wrist and placing it in an amber dish next to the folder on his desk. He turned back to her, leaning against his desk, a good four feet from her. It was probably best to keep his distance. She was drunk, high, probably going to be sick soon. But still, he couldn't deny his attraction to her. He sighed, not responding for a minute.

        Finally, he managed to say something. "Who said I was going to sleep?" He asked. It wasn't sarcastic, just bitter. He closed his eyes, a shudder running through his frame. His voice sounded tired, exhausted. He probably should, but he couldn't. He could, if he wanted to get completely shitfaced, but right now, he couldn't. Not with Juliet here. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging it back. It'd come undone from the smooth slightly slicked back style and was now tufted up slightly in the front.

        He half tempted to get drunk anyway. Wasn't like she cared. He figured she was close to passing out anyway. He sighed, god, he was doing that a lot. Andrew eventually looked up to her, looking a bit wrecked. Not the oh-god-I'm-so-fucking-horny-I-want-to-fuck-you-you're-so-hot, but the God-help-me-I-need-someone-right-now-I-need-a-fucking-drink. He then looked down, not saying anything. He waited to see if she was going to say something.

[Maple ♥]

.: Juliet :.

    Juliet pressed a shaking hand to her stomach and closed her eyes tight. Not only was she feeling sick, but she also felt another emotion. Another one that she never let consume her, ever. Period. Drinking usually fixed it, but the thought of more alcohol made her want to throw up. So there was no way she could fix this damn feeling circling in her gut. It was one with a large title of remorse. She'd left him, and it killed her a bit (if she had a heart to kill, it would be stabbed by now).

    Her eyes flashed open, leaning over a bit in her spot on the side of his bed. Memories of Andrew and her pricked in the back of her mind like the teasing flame of a fire. Inviting to look at, but when you touched it it burned. That's how she felt now; wanting so badly to touch him, comfort him, be with him. But she knew if she attempted to do that, it would burn like a bitch. Plus, she had no heart anyways. Maybe he was keeping it nearby in a locked box, so that's why she was receiving waves of emotions running through her body. Juliet's hand went to her face where she sighed into them, mimicking Andrew's 'ugh' like presence. 

    "It wasn't my choice." Instantly she regretted bringing up the past, but maybe she could convince herself tomorrow that it was the drunkenness or her high. When in reality she really missed her Romeo. 

    She'd never admit that, though. 

[Renny]

Andrew Fitzgerald

        The instant she spoke it felt like a punch in the gut. "Don't," his voice was low and soft. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching her bend over at the waist. He sighed again. Damn it. "Look, Juliet, I know you didn't chose to leave. Fuck," he didn't know where he was going with this. He usually thought what he said over a lot. He sighed again. "But I think, in the long run, it was the best thing for both of us." He finally admitted. He didn't know why, but his body ached. Not from illness, good god no, but more of the truth of the words.

        They seemed to stain the air like blood. They coated the walls, laughing at him. He just wanted everything to stop. He looked up at the ceiling, taking a slow, deep breath. He ignored the pounding in his ears. "We aren't good for each other. I'm not good for you, Juliet. I'm not good for anyone." He murmured. Andrew sighed. He once had a motto that'd told the first girl, the one before Juliet, who'd tried to get close to him. It went something like, No one has ever gotten to me, and no one ever will. But he'd be damned if Juliet didn't get to him.

        He'd let her get close. Closer than anyone ever had before, it. He shivered and closed his eyes. Mistake. Memories flooded up to meet him. Older than the memories with Juliet. He opened his eyes again, taking a shaky breath. He'd told her nearly everything. Where he was from, about his parents, his little sister, but even bits of his childhood but never what happened when he was twelve. He wasn't even sure he could say the words that were on his tongue. He never could. She could push and shove and try to break him, but he felt like he couldn't. Even six years later it haunted him like it was yesterday.

        He looked over at her again. The Preacher's Daughter. The good girl who'd he'd corrupted. Now she was different, but wasn't he? Now they were just two people, without hearts, who drank too much, smoked too much, and didn't let anyone in. And number one rule, they never felt anything. But most of that was down the drain now, wasn't it?

[Maple ♥]

.: Juliet :.

    Juliet could've felt hurt, if there was that beating organ in her chest still. instead his words just stung her skin, like an irritating amount of goosebumps or a bee sting; it all eventually went away. Hardening back up, she clear her throat though her voice was more of a croak than anything else. 

    "Yeah well, I doubt you know what's good for me anymore. Because you were the only thing that made me a better person." She didn't realize she was on her feet until she was stumbling slowly towards him, throwing her leather jacket to the ground as she stomped. "Maybe not their definition of 'good'," she meant her parents and every other bastard in this goddamned town who looked down on people like them. People with pain and regret and no other way to fix their problems other than to drink and smoke. A shaky hand raised in the air, tightening into a fist by her cheek. "But our definition," her blue eyes locked on his, biting her lip angrily. They'd been a team, him and her. They'd known one another's insides and outs and everything in between. So she knew he'd understood what she meant.

    Her voice shook. "And at that time that's all I ever needed. You." Staying there, close to him, for those few seconds made her shudder out a sigh. Then she was back to normal, composed, and cool Juliet. 

    The long span of her legs stepped behind themselves, turning her around quickly before making her way back to his bed. She didn't give a fuck, ever. Her hard demeanor was solemn as she began to untie her boots, bent over, and slip them off. Shoving them to the side, knowing it would annoy the crap out of Andrew, she let them fly in two different directions of the room. She could talk all she wanted, but she was still a bitch. And knew just how to set him off. Her hands went above her head, stretched her shoulders, and then scratched her fingers in her mass of dark curls with a yawn. 

    "I'm smoked," she laughed a little, because the term meant to be tired but she was also high so it was funny - ok?. Juliet's hands snaked to the front of her jeans where she unbutton them and slid them down by her knees. Black lacy boy shorts kind of underwear was revealed, and so was a matching bra as she slipped off her tang top and looked over her shoulder at Andrew. Her eyes were sparkling with mischief, knowing it would probably make him go bonkers. Her body had gotten thinner due to her height difference since the last time they'd seen each other, but her curves were even more defined and plump. She let out a little moan as she stretched again, then shoved back the covers of his bed and slipped into them with her arms resting behind her head on the pillow. A light smirk played on her lips as she closed her eyes to get comfy. 

    Man she was shaking horribly; she could feel her fingers twitching at the base of her neck and her heart beat raging in her chest. It's just the high she told herself, but something inside of her knew that was a lie.
    

[Renny]

Andrew Fitzgerald

        He saw her begin to shake and when she spoke, he knew she was right. They were the only people in the world who understood each other. They'd been good. Like two pieces of a puzzle that might've fit, but when you put them together they made a pretty fucked up image. But in the end, Juliet was the only girl he ever trusted. The only one. He glanced up to her, not saying anything, just watched. Despite how much he tried, he felt lust surge up and cloud his thoughts. She was even sexier than before. Thinner, yet still her body was smooth and curved. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. It seemed like the only logical thing to do. He assumed she would just pass out, keep her eyes closed. He didn't bother to pick up her clothes or do anything with them, despite the fact that the extreme OCD part of him was freaking out.

        He pretended she wasn't in his bed. But that was nearly impossible. He eventually opened the drawers of his dresser, pulling out a white t-shirt and black shorts. He pulled off his black sweater and tossed it towards the general direction of the hamper. He had his back to her, showing off the smooth muscles of his back, rippling back. But most of all the pale lines of scars on his shoulders. Relatively the same size, all razor thin and marring the pale skin of his shoulder blades. Too many to count. Then as soon as he'd shown them to her, accident or on purpose, he slid on his white t-shirt, sliding it over his torso quickly. Next he undid his belt, sliding off his dark jeans until he was just in dark boxers. Wasn't like she hadn't seen it before. She'd seen all of him.

        Except now, he was different. They both were. He turned around, not looking at her and folded the jeans, placing them gingerly in the hamper and then hung up the belt in his closet. He reached up, fingers brushing against a small shoe box at the top where he hid his vodka and wine and whiskey and rum. He sighed, closing it, not bothering to grab it. He turned back, finally meeting Juliet's gaze, dark eyes memorizing her pretty face, like he'd done for so long.

[Maple ♥]

.: Juliet :. 

    Juliet's large blue eyes followed him across the room, trailing down towards his ass. He'd always had a nice ass, but since she'd last seen him it'd gotten even nicer to look at. When his hands went to take off his shirt, her heart beat quickened and her eyes were almost glued to every curve and indent of his muscles and shoulders. His cuts weren't anything new to her, though she wondered if he still did it. It'd always made her sad that he hurt himself, and she'd begged him to stop when they were together. Maybe her leaving had spiked up more of his self pity and that promise had broken like her car door slamming before she left him. If she wished she could go back, that would be dwelling and Juliet couldn't dwell. And yet her whole body shivered as she remembered so many times with blood and pain and suffering in their past together. No one would ever understand the bond they had had once. Maybe the string connecting them was still there, but she guessed the only way to find it would be to dig into their flesh and yank it out. It was too far away to grasp though. 

    She felt herself getting drowsier, like she was floating on a cloud. One of the best feelings of being high and drunk at the same time was this feeling; the roughness of the drink and the softness of the pot counteracted each other until she felt numb enough to breathe without rocks pressing onto her lungs, pulling her down like they always did. Her eyes closed shut, inhaling a deep breath from her nose before scooting her body to the other side of the bed, not the one closest to Andrew. Turning onto her side, she let the comfiness of his bed engulf her into relaxation. But before she decided to sleep she lifted a black finger nail painted hand, pointing to the spot next to her. "It's vacant if you want it. No funny business, I promise." And Juliet usually kept her promises. Plus, she was too tired and emotionally drained to do anythign sexual anyways. Being under the influence didn't help that either. 

    Nuzzling herself into the pillow beneath her, she let out another breath and felt herself close to sleep. 

[Renny]

Andrew Fitzgerald 

        He watched her roll over and onto the other side of the bed. He sighed, a little smile on his lips. He walked over, and slid into the bed, but stayed leaning against the headboard. A wave of exhaustion rippled through him and he felt his eyes drifting closed, but he couldn't sleep. Not now. Not ever. He felt his limbs growing heavier and his eyes slipped shut, causing him to fall, finally into sleep.

        When he woke he wasn't in his bed. Now he was back in his original home, in the rotten place under the floorboards. He can hear the screaming, and then the blood. Their is so much blood. He can hear his mother weeping and his little sister wailing. A thump hits the floor and then his mother screams just before their is a gurgle and another thump. By this time he can hear his sister screeching like a banshee. Then another gurgle and a lighter thump than before.

        It isn't long before the blood starts to leak through. Crimson and hot. Falling over him and gathering on his face, making it hard to breath and hot. Spiders tingle over him in this dusty space. He can't breath, it hurts. He screams until he can't breath. Pounds against the floorboards above him until his knuckles crack open and his blood mixes with that of his family. He tries to break the floorboards, but a body is on top of where he is pounding and he can't move. He can't breath. He wishes he was up with them. Dead, like his entire family.

        Andrew wakes up with a start. His body jerks so violently he falls out of bed and tangled on the ground. He looks up seeing the clock's glowing numbers announcing that it is barely past two in the morning. He shoves part of his knuckles into his mouth to keep from screaming as his body heaves, trying to get the much needed oxygen. Andrew was shaking uncontrollably, trying to get himself under control, but fuck. He rolled onto his knees, sitting up and finally took his knuckles out of his mouth, inhaling air and letting it out. He sank back on his heels, closing his eyes. Then realized that he'd probably woke up Juliet. God damn it.