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@colsonbker
@colsonbker
february 5, 2022
standing by the window of their suite at The Aria, the lights of the strip flash over her skin, turning her purple then pink then gold. This isn’t exactly the same room he was staying in when they met…but it’s similar enough. And a dozen different emotions all fight to tear at her insides, drawing and quartering her in reverse. the chaos has left her stuck in her head most of the night, quieter than normal and she doesn’t even realize her eyes are turned inside out. seeing flashes of their first summer together - not just the highs, but the lows too. and more than anything, the thrumming pulsing feral hunger of addiction. one she thought she’d kicked. flexing her tiny hands in and out of fists, Madison closes her eyes and tries to play Colson’s live performance from the NHL All Star Half Time Show over in her head. how proud she’d felt sitting with him after, everyone taking pictures and whispering about the two of them. how good it had felt to finally go public. even if her phone had been blowing up ever since. dragging a deep breath into her lungs, she closes her eyes and calls out to where he’s just finished showering in the bathroom. “babe? do you wanna go out? everything stays open late here, we can just go shopping or something…” or something. anything that’ll get her out of this room, thinking about how good it felt doing lines of crushed up adderall in the bathroom then chasing it with molly…was it really three years ago? why can she still feel the burn in her nose? why can she still feel the drip in the back of her throat? the way everything had melted into blurry, fuzzy colors. how her whole body had felt like honey warming in the summer sunbeams of an open windowsill, melting all over him.
he’s in and out of the shower as quickly as he can be; towelling off his hair once the other towel is tugged into place around his waist. there’s something about being back here that’s gotten under his skin ( despite how amazing the night had been outside of this hotel room ). part of him just wants to scoop her up and disappear back to los angeles. the protective, dying to always be taking care of her part. he knows how weird this must be. how strange it must be being back in a place that had so many emotions attached to it. so many moments. good and bad. he tosses the towel from his hair aside and pads out into the main room; heading for the girl over anything else. he can hear the anxiousness in her words, in her voice. “ hey you. ” he slides his arm around her middle and gently tugs her back to rest against his chest; leaning down enough to nuzzle at her shoulder. a few presses of his lips along her skin follow the movement. “ we can do whatever you want, hmm ? shopping would be fun. could try on a bunch of different shit. buy everything we like. run around the strip until the sun is comin’ up. sounds real nice, huh ? ”
@madisonbeer: I see @machinegunkelly is back to writing songs about me 😌 🎶half dead but she still looks so cute // she is a monster in disguise // and she knows all the words to the trap songs🎶
@ machinegunkelly: shit, you caught me ;) i take it you like the song???? been dying to hear your opinion. it’s the only one that matters. @ madisonbeer
Faye Dunaway and Warren Beatty - Bonnie and Clyde (1967)
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m-elleb:
“Ch’yeah, so I can put myself out of this misery” two fingers that sandwiched the blunt waved between Colson and Madison, who immediately took the opportunity to cosy up to one another now he was no longer in the middle, and while a lot of people would’ve had Col’s engagement at the forefront of their mind, it barely even registered in Pete’s - who’d witnessed all the highs and the lows of the pairs relationship, and to him, they were inevitable. All jokes aside, if he wasn’t having such a low, the sight of the two of them would’ve made him extremely happy.
Heaving out a heavy sigh, Pete waved the blunt out for either of them to take, hoping he could distract them with a certified hack, though when it became clear Col wasn’t letting up, Pete reached behind the back of his head to scratch there, eyes rolling upward as he avoided making contact with either of them. And in lieu of answering outright, the comedian killed two birds with one stone by telling Col everything he wanted to know, while simultaneously digging for any news on the Euphoria star. “Have either of you, uh….heard from Syd at all?”.
Madison could think of a dozen people who would be affected by all this drama right off the top of her head without really trying. Chiefly, Pete’s housemate, Mila. And of course, a best friend Pete and Jake both shared - Maude. There was the bridal party, including herself. And, of course, Jake’s family. But she hadn’t given thought to Sydney. At least not until Pete said the name, and suddenly the fact that Syd was a friend of Col’s, Pete’s and Jake’s surfaced at once. God, she must be devastated. Features falling a bit, Madison chewed her lip as she realized she hadn’t heard from Sydney all week - though in all honesty that wasn’t in and of itself unusual. She’d never been super close to the girl, even though she had an abundance of love for her and their social circles ran together. But what really got Madison’s attention was that, out of all the people Pete could’ve asked about… Syd seemed a random choice. Curled against Col, she shook her head as her eyebrows knit together into a bit of a worried frown. She wrapped an arm across her boyfriend’s stomach and rested her head against his tattooed chest. “Mm mm… why? Have you? God, don’t tell me something happened to her too…”
“ i knew it ! ” he doesn’t move from his spot where he’s curled up with madison but he does lift a hand to point at pete. he knew the man far too well for him to ever hide anything and when it came to sydney, colson had always wondered how long it would take. but he knew pete had to figure it out for himself. had to sort the way he was feeling about all of it. especially after the whole ghosting thing. he eyed the back of pete’s head up somewhat before using his foot to nudge at him. for now, the blunt was entirely forgotten by him at this point. his mind was clearly elsewhere.
“ i knew you were thinking about syd. ” he nudges him again with his toes and smirks lazily; arms gently tightening around madison as he nuzzled into her further. this was the happiest he’d felt in ages; cozied up to her with pete hanging out. it felt like old times. and it felt perfect. “ i haven’t heard from her either. fuck, yeah, did something happen to her too ? god. there’s somethin’ in the water in hollywood, i swear to god. ”
m-elleb:
she’s surprised when he remembers her response almost word for word and it lights her up like christmas tree lights being flipped on for the first time in a year. shifting to curl up on her side, Madison shifted enough to rest her cheek to his chest. reaching out, she let her knuckles rest against his jawline, caressing her thumb over his chin. she’s grinning so hard, she can barely see his face. she wonders if he has any idea that this conversation they’re recounting is the most romantic one she’s ever had in her life. the standard he set that no one else has ever been able to reach. “and you said, are you my bonnie parker? and no one else has ever been good enough for me since that moment.”
these were the moments he cherished the most: just the two of them, all cuddled up together, talking about the happiest moments of his life. he’d give up everything to have this every day. nothing else mattered in this moment ( except casie but casie mattered in every moment ). it was just the two of them against the world. he lifted his own hand after a moment to gently brush his knuckles over her cheek before gently tucking some of her loose hair behind her ear. “ you’re the greatest bonnie parker t’ever exist. even better than bonnie parker herself. ” he winks quickly as a soft smile spreads across his lips again. “ yeah ? good. wanna keep you all to myself. ”
@colsonbker
bonnie 📲 clyde
mads: ur so far away 🥺 it feels like I’m in time out all the way over here
m-elleb:
mads: I would if there wasn’t a cockblocking hobgoblin between us 😔
mads: think of meeee… think of me fondly when we say goodbyeeeee…remember meeeee once in a while please promise me you’ll tryyyy 😩
col: he really is cockblocking us right now
col: he’s lucky i love him
col: if you ever find a mommmeeenntt....spare a thought for meeee
m-elleb:
For as much as Jacob and all those who surrounded him were taking up Pete’s brain at the moment, he half expected Madison to be texting one of them - maybe Alexa, as he knew the two girls had the type of friendship to comment ‘yassss girl flammeess, you slay my lifeeee’ on each others Instagram selfies for validation or some bullshit. But he wanted to believe it was Sydney. That way, he could find out how the blonde was doing without bothering her himself. Admittedly, they were in a weird place at the moment - after the whole ghosting incident, Pete was kind of ashamed of the whole ordeal…add Maia being literally seething with her and Alexa on top of that, and the comedian literally didn’t know where to place himself. How typical it was of him to start getting all in touch with his feelings now, of all times.
Thankfully, he was able to push that little nugget of bemusing joy to the back of his mind again as glances cast between the pair who were smiling down at their phones like a pair of giggling school children told him exactly who Madison was texting. “Oh, you guys suuuuuuuck-” he practically sang, like a worn out motor attempting to start. Taking the blunt with him as his only companion, he clambered to the foot-end of the bed, suddenly feeling like more of a spare-part than ever. “I’m sick right now” the feminine voice came out of him, as if he were possessed by the spirit of Sammy from Jersey Shore. “A Glock 40? Can that be my special guest?”.
Madison, clad in one of Colson’s old sweatshirts, glanced over to her boyfriend and shrugged. Without putting up much of a fight, she nodded her head in agreement and he did the same. “Yeah, we do kinda suck. We’re pretty terrible.” She really had no problem admitting that they were both had more villain in them than hero. Though it had always been a badge of honor she wore proudly, rather than something she tried to swim upstream against. Reaching over she gave Col’s bare arm a gentle tug, wanting him closer and hoping to pull him towards the middle of the bed. “But that doesn’t mean you get to hold the blunt hostage. Come back, bub. I’ll be nice, I promise. Or, well… you know. I’ll be quiet. Col will be nice.”
“ a glock 40 ?! ” he shifts closer easily; phone tossed aside on the side table now to slide his arm around her and grip her close. though he was careful to leave space for pete on the other side of him. just incase he decided to join again. “ we’re the worst people, honestly. how you put up with us both is beyond me. ” he nuzzles into madison’s hair gently and lets out a soft, happy sigh. this was exactly where he was meant to be. curled up with her and talking to his best friend. nothing else mattered at this point. “ what mads said. she’ll be quiet, i’ll be nice. ” he smirks lazily and tilts his head enough to playfully nip at her ear; arm tightening a bit around her smaller body. “ anyways, that can’t be your special guest. has to be human. so you better start thinking of some ideas. i’m not gonna stop bugging you, dude. ”
m-elleb:
peterdvidson:
He should’ve expected some smart-ass reply from the girl who’d literally earned her place amongst them for her wit, but that didn’t stop him from shooting a completely sarcastically amused face her way, like a sibling giving their sister the finger while their moms back was turned. Or…more specifically, while Colson’s stoned mind went off on a tangent about his future plans for television that were no doubt too wacky and wild to ever make it to air. All was forgiven as Madison plugged his mouth with the blunt, though. And despite his eyes darting to and fro between her phone screen and the shit bargaining show, Pete managed to hold a casual conversation without going back to the elephant in the room…for approximately five seconds. “I just think like…there should be a Celebrity Edition of ‘Naked & Afraid’ where we just get the producers to fork out for the worlds most hated celebs, and once they drop them off, they just conveniently leave them there. With handheld cameras. So we can watch them go all ‘Hunger Games’ on each other…but naked. And maybe they could eve…- who are you texting?”.
Eyes narrowing playfully, Madison gave him an annoyed look. Like a little sister being antagonized by her big brother at the dinner table. “I’m texting Lorne Michaels and pitching your idea. He says you’re going first. Expect a camera and plane ticket to Alaska in the mail. Pack light, bitch.” In reality, she’d been texting Colson. Which was too sickeningly pathetic to admit out loud. But even two feet of space between them had felt like too much. @colsonbker
“ ohhhhh, shit. ” his own phone is in his grip a second later; reading the text she’d sent his way. maybe he was meant to be a little less obvious. but he couldn’t help it. he missed her despite her being right there. “ can i also be naked ? been real tired of clothes lately. i think i was a nudist in another life because what the fuck, man ? anyways, that’s a brilliant idea and i agree that pete should go first. maybe with a special guest. ” a smirk tugs at his lips lazily as he works on his reply to madison; fingers typing away quickly. “ pete, who is gonna be your special guest ? i’m very curious. ”
bonnie 📲 clyde
mads: ur so far away 🥺 it feels like I’m in time out all the way over here
col: shit, i was just thinking the same thing. i miss you. come back to me
col: pleaaase 🥺🥺🥺🥺
get by with a little help from my friends…get high with a little help from my friends…
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m-elleb:
Shifting enough to be able to rest her chin on his chest, she turned away from the tv to look at him. Madison couldn’t help the smile that took over her face as his words spark memories. Her most treasured ones. Vegas sunsets over the strip, backshadowing his king suite until the whole world was black and gold. She’d been high as a kite that whole first week but she remembered every moment with intense clarity, probably because she took those moments off the shelf of her mind so often. Dusting them off with care and closing her eyes to sit with them a while, almost like a prayer. “Maybe you were…do you remember what I said to you? The first time you told me your real name?”
colson shifts enough to tug his eyes away from the tv; seeking her own out happily. she was the only interesting thing in this room at the moment and all he wanted to do was stare at her. and kiss her. and hold her. and god, lay her across this bed and have his way with her. but he knew she needed time just as much as he did to ease back into this slowly. he was terrified of fucking it all up again. despite how strong and deep their connection was and always had been. his hand lifts after a moment to gently brush his knuckles down along her cheek; a soft smile tugging at his lips. “ mhmm. said it sounded like a jesse james or clyde barrow type’a name. never forgot that. always made me feel like more of a badass than i actually am. ”
With the drawstrings on his hoody pulled tightly under his chin, as if looking like a walking uncircumcised penis was some form of comfort to Pete, the comedian clambered over the limbs of two of his closest friends who lay back on a queen sized hotel bed, wedging himself between the two as he flopped down to join them. Normally, he wouldn’t have dreamt about cock-blocking either of them, knowing how deprived they’d been of eachother’s touch, but they were here for him, weren’t they? And damn it, he needed all the love they had in their bodies right now. “Why are we watching fuckin’ Storage Hunters right now?”
@colsonbker @m-elleb
How both of these idiots were so tall that their legs nearly reached the ends of the bed even while propped up against a huge pile of pillows, Madison could never fully understand. Coughing a bit on the smoke in her lungs as Pete’s movement jostled them around, she rolled her eyes when he shoved between them and her body heat was - for the moment - cut off from Colson’s. Motherfucker was lucky he was the main character tonight. Setting the thick blunt between Pete’s lips, Madison shifted to sit up properly and grabbed her phone off the side table to check her messages. She’d been trying to ignore it for the most part but somehow all of her closest friends had been dragged into this blackhole of drama and she was just trying to keep up. Drawling lazily, her tone held it’s usual deadpan sarcasm, the truest sign of her affection for both of them being how mean she could be to the two. “Isn’t it obvious, Davidson? How are else are we supposed to control ourselves when we’re in the same bed as you if not for the least sexy show on television?” @colsonbker
“ exactly. ” his hand lifts lazily so he can point in madison’s direction; before allowing the limb to flop back onto his stomach. it was really the only logical explanation as to why his eyes were absolutely glued to the tv screen. everything felt so wild right now and all he wanted to do was stay put in this bed with shitty television shows playing and the blunt passed around. “ who comes up with tv shows these days ? like seriously . . . there can’t be a big enough market for this shit. i wanna talk to the CEO of the entire television empire. i got some ideas that’d be waaaay better than this. ” he’s rambling now but it’s all he can really do. half high already yet still half on edge. when things became too messy, it was difficult to focus on much. “ don’t ask me what they are though cause i can’t remember shit right now. ” @m-elleb @peterdvidson
col → pete | imsg.
pete: yeah, dude. it's not public knowledge or anything so for once it's not just you being oblivious as shit. you know my boy jacob? the one whose engagement party you crashed?
pete: he OD'ed a couplea nights ago and it's fucked me up, i'm not gonna lie
pete: like...it's ironic how i can slam drugs with no regard to my own health and laugh off all the warnings but seeing him there like that, and knowing it could've just as easily been you, and suddenly it's like the scariest fucking thing and really puts shit into perspective and i haven't been able to stop thinking about how close i was to losing someone else who means everything to me. so i could really do with your help switching it all off. if ur around.
col: oh thank god. i'm so used to being oblivious, bro. never know what's going on around here.
col: oh shit, what? dude, i'm so sorry. do you need anything? that i can grab on the way to you. shit, that's terrifying
col: i can't even imagine how scary that must have been. fuck, it's so weird how i've never . . . i've never thought about it, you know? never considered the consequences. now i'm never gonna be able to stop thinkin about them. we gotta slow down with this shit, bro. or it's gonna be us next and i can't do that to casie. or you. or mads. i can't. shit. i'll be there asap, okay? i'm on my way. i'm always around for u, pete. always.
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