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Jaye Walker; You might know me. You might not. Chances are you do, though. I like to party, drink, get high, skateboard and play the guitar. If any of those things interest you, you should hit me up. I've been around, but I'm content where I am at the moment.

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Mackenzie released a deep, overly dramatic sigh as Jaye spoke, she had a habit of belittling people when she didn’t get her way, and unfortunately, Jaye was often her prime target. She hated how cruel she could be to him sometimes, why did he tolerate her at all? However, when she was in the moment, rage took over and she failed to take into account her boyfriend’s feelings, or the consequences. “If you said it, I’d know you weren’t making a joke,” Mackenzie was paranoid. It was as simple as that. At times rumours and jealousy ate away at her, she suspected Jaye of anything and everything, and sometimes she didn’t care in the slightest. All or nothing. She crossed her eyes defiantly, refusing to break eye contact with Jaye, refusing to back down. 

"I’m not the sensitive one,” she retorted, if Jaye said black, she’d say white at this point, anything to disagree with him. “Well, if you don’t think that then I don’t see why you’re getting so pissed,” Mackenzie, of course, did understand, although she wasn’t about to admit to it. Mackenzie and Jaye’s relationship could almost be described as a game of cat and mouse. “You could’ve fooled me,” Mack scoffed, downing her drink. “What did you come here for?” She asked, raising her eyebrows, she edged closer to him, but only slightly. “Did you forget something the last time you were here?” Mackenzie looked at Jaye intently, she wanted their dispute to be resolved, but not at the expense of her losing the argument.

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Jaye rolled his eyes at her words, shaking his head. He hated how she always brought that back around. It could be an argument as to why he had chosen Chinese over Mexican take-out for dinner and Mack was throwing jabs about him cheating into the conversation. It was often the source of all their problems. Sure, Jaye had cheated, but Mackenzie wasn't exactly an angel, by any means. “Oh yes, because I will just fuck anything that moves, right?” He groaned, hitting the counter with his fist. Had he seriously dragged his sleepy ass out of bed just to fight with the girl? For this he could have stayed at home and had her yell at him over the phone. He glared at her, his green eyes alight with fire. 

“You're the girl! Of course you're the sensitive one! For fuck's sake, Mack!” Jaye knew at this point the argument was going nowhere and both of them were getting heated over virtually nothing. But he couldn't stop himself. He was never one to bow down and now wasn't any different. It didn't matter how many times the cycle repeated, the pair always did the exact same things that led to their eventual breaking up and getting back together. He sighed loudly, running a hand over his face. He'd have gray hair at this point,if not for him dying it all the time. “Don't be like that. We made fucking plans, so I showed up late, like an asshole and you're pissed off because I'm late and I'm pissed off because I showed up anyways and you're still bitching.” He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. He was ready to end this stupid bullshit argument, even if it meant he had to take a loss on this one. He'd get her back later for it.

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"You’re a smart boy, most of the time" she smirked, adding the second comment with a hint of sarcasm. "You’ll figure it out." Mackenzie pouted as Jaye rejected her offer of vodka. "Fine," she sighed melodramatically. "That means there’s more for me." Mack wasn’t a light weight, but she certainly wasn’t a pro at drinking. Yeah, she did it often enough, but nine times out of ten she found herself drunk after more than four beverages, that didn’t stop her. In Mackenzie’s eyes, if you were going to drink, you may as well go all out, with her it was either all or nothing. Out of her group of friends, she probably drank the most, Mackenzie wasn’t a very cautious individual when it came to substances like alcohol, or even some drugs, she tended to do first and think later. This motto of hers probably led to a lot of the things that happened in her relationship with Jaye, but it had gotten her this far, right? Why fix what isn’t necessarily broken, only slightly damaged and a little bit bruised. 

"It’s a joke,” she said, her voice raised higher than normal. “If I’m not supposed to joke about things that bother you, then I guess I’ll never open my mouth again. I don’t know why you’re so sensitive over it,” Mackenzie was under no pretense that she would react well to Jaye talking about other girls in the way that she talked about guys, but she wasn’t about to apologise for joking- even if she knew what she was getting herself into. “Yeah, you did. You’re just too sensitive,” she remarked, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, you must think I go out and fuck every guy I see!” Her words were crude, but she was annoyed now, what did Jaye really think of her? She held his gaze, unwilling to look away, her words stern and eyebrows furrowed. 

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“Most of the time?” He mimicked, “Ouch,” he held a hand up to his chest in a mock sadness. “You wound me, babe.” Jaye didn't think that rejecting the offer of Vodka would be a big one, but when he noticed the pout of Mack's face, he just rolled his eyes. The way Mack could hold her liquor was one of the things he admired about her. When it came to drinking, Jaye was often the kind to just drink for no reason or to drink to forget about the pain of something-- lately he had been trying to cut back because he made poor decisions whilst intoxicated, but it just hadn't been working. One of the reasons Jaye and Mackenzie worked so well was because they were both rather impulsive, but it was also what got them into trouble and started many-a fighters, more often than not.

Jaye knew it was a joke, but the part of him that seriously hated the fact that Mackenzie was too good for him and could find someone better at the snap of her fingers, made him crazy, especially when she brought of little “jokes” like that. “Mack, you'd act the same fucking way if I had just made that joke,” he pointed out, groaning loudly. The boy rolled her eyes at her response, feeling his anger rise by the second. That was utter bullshit and Mack knew it! Jaye's green eyes bore into hers, never looking away. “Oh come on, now who's the sensitive one? I don't think you fuck every guy you see.” Jaye knew she could get more guys into bed than he was assuming she had, but the fact that cheating was kind of a taboo topic in their relationship especially, he didn't understand how Mack couldn't see where he was coming from. “Look, I didn't come here to fight,” he finally sighed, looking away.

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"I like the sound of that. All mine," Mackenzie repeated. She placed her right hand on his hip, her finger coiled around his jean’s belt loop. "If you play your cards right, I’ll let you stay for as long as you want," she laughed, looking up at the bright haired boy. She smiled as he got her a beer, taking it from him eagerly. Mackenzie took a gulp, the familiar taste washing down the back of her throat. "Thanks," she smiled. Mackenzie’s fridge had always been fully stocked with many alcoholic beverages, she’d had a fake I.D since sixteen, it was one of the things that had made her most popular amongst her peers in high school. "I have vodka too," she motioned towards the cupboard. "There’s ice in the freezer if you want some." Mackenzie planned to move on to that next, but she liked to ease herself in gently- she’d never listened to those talks in school telling her not to mix her drinks.

Mackenzie pulled a pensive face for a moment. “I liked green, but then again I liked white, galaxy as well. There’s too many to choose from,” she said honestly, shrugging and take another sip from the bottle of beer that was swiftly emptying. Jaye’s words startled her, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, before exhaling dramatically. “Why do you always have to take things so literally? You do know what a joke is, don’t you?” Mackenzie asked sternly. “For a second there I thought we were having fun,” she remarked, letting out yet another exasperated sigh. “You just had to ruin it.”

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“Always yours, Mack,” he murmured, looking up at her. It was true that the pair had had their fair share of fights and break-ups and make-ups and Jaye had fucked up more times than he could count with both his hands, but through all of that, Mackenzie had always been the girl he came back to and for some dumb reason (although he was happy about it) she took him back every time. He had fooled around with other girls in the past, but Mackenzie was the only girl that ever really made him feeling /something/. He didn't say it often, but he loved her. When he was with her, he didn't feel like a total dirtbag and he liked that. “Tell me what hand you're looking for and I'll do my best to come up with it,” he smirked, going along with the “card terminology”. He shrugged at her offer of vodka. He was content with his beer for now.

“Nobody like galaxy but you, babe,” he chuckled, shaking his head. He liked the bleached blond he had right now with the strip of black down the middle. It was kind of like a reverse-skunk and he digged it. “Well why do you always have to fucking go there?” He leaned against the other counter, not meeting her eyes. “It's like you know it bugs the shit out of me, so you always go there to “tease” me, but like if I did it to you, you'd flip a table, Mack,” he shook his head, taking a long swig from his own beer. “I ruined it?!” He growled, his green eyes meeting hers. “How the fuck do you figure?” 

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Mackenzie shrugged, chuckling. “Maybe not so deep down.” She nodded profusely at his admission of idiocy. “Keep talking, Jaye,” she noted, smiling. “It might just get you somewhere.” Mack shook her head. “Well, if you didn’t have a drink then, have one now. Beers are in the fridge,” she nodded towards the white machine standing tall in the corner, indicating to Jaye that if he wanted one, he’d have to get it himself, she enjoyed her position, perched upon the marble counter. “I’ll have one too. Thanks, babe,” she smiled widely, half sarcastic, half meaning it. 

"I’m a big fan of pretty much any hair colour on you," she replied, grinning slightly. "Don’t let that go to your head, though." It was true, with most guys pink, blue, galaxy coloured hair would be strange to her, but Jaye made it seem somewhat normal, as if he’d been strange without his abundance of hair colours through the time she’d known him- it made him stand out, it was the first thing she noticed about him, perhaps the first thing that drew her in- or maybe it was his eyes, she couldn’t quite remember. "You think?" She asked, twirling her hair in her finger. "Maybe that’s the exact reason I want to dye it," she teased. "Kidding! I’ll just stick with being a generic brunette, I’ll leave the wild hair up to you- we can’t both be bald."

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Jaye raised his eyebrows suggestively, smirking in her direction. “I was late, but now I'm here and I'm all yours baby,” his hand ran up until it was on her shoulder, his thumb massaging the skin beneath her shirt. “I'm here until you send me away,” he chuckled softly, his eyes softening a little. He was down with the bickering and being in the doghouse, he wanted to kiss and love her again. Jaye laughed, shaking his head. “Of course you will.” He bit down on his bottom lip, moving away from the counter towards the fridge to grab a beer for both of them. Using the counter next to the fridge, he broke the caps off before walking back to her, holding hers out to her.

“Yeah? Which was your favorite?” He asked, taking a sip of his beer. He had always liked the fact that Mack always had alcohol laying around somewhere. Hearing Mack speak so nonchalantly about other guys just made Jaye want to punch something. He rolled his eyes, taking a step back from her, moving so he could lean against the counter, rather than stand in front of her. “Why do you always fucking do that? You know it bugs the fuck out of me,” he spat, looking away from her. “And I'm not going bald,” he added defensively. 

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Mackenzie grabbed his hand and placed it on her knee, grinning slightly. “You’re extremely optimistic,” she laughed. “What makes you think that I’d let you do anything like that if I won’t give you a kiss?” She raised her eyebrows. Mackenzie had always enjoyed being a tease, especially when it annoyed Jaye- it seemed like everything she did was with the intent of getting on his nerves, and a lot of the time it felt like the feeling was mutual. “Y’know, if you’d been on time who knows what could’ve happened,” she shrugged, smirking. “It sucks that you had to move that stereo, or whatever you call getting drunk with your friends.” Mackenzie did want to kiss him, she always did, but she wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction just yet.

"You could try, but you’d never be Logan," she dramatically fanned herself with her hand. "Nobody could ever be Logan, he’s just so hot, y’know?" Mackenzie pouted at his comment, shaking her head. "I liked your brown hair," she said, now twirling his hair in her fingers. "It was one of my favourite colours, white too," Mackenzie smiled. "What about me? Do you think I should dye my hair? I’m thinking neon blue. Or maybe I’ll dye it so we’re matching, but people might think we’re twins," she laughed, Mackenzie had no intention of dying her hair, but if she did, it certainly wouldn’t be the same colour as Jaye’s, there was no way that she could pull it off.

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The boy couldn't help the pout that took over the place on his lips that had previously held a smirk when she moved his hand to her knee. “And ever hopeful that I won't strike out again,” he teased. He was mostly teasing, anyways. He groaned quietly. “Because deep down you can't resist me, babe.” He knew that if he said the wrong thing or was too cocky about the whole situation, she would shut him down completely and he wouldn't get any for the next week. At least not from her. He huffed, his hand gripping her knee a little tighter. “I'm shit and I was late, what else do you want me to say? I was actually moving his stereo last night. I didn't even have one drink, believe it or not.” He knew that more likely than not Mack would think he was lying and Jaye was unsure as to why he was still telling her the truth.

Jaye rolled his eyes, dropping his hand from the girl's lap, letting it hit his own jean-clad thigh. He knew that she was only doing it to irritate him and he hated that it got to him so much. At the slight tug of his hair, his eyes traveled up her body until they locked with her eyes. “Yeah? You're not a fan of the blond with the black strip?” He asked, referring to his current hair color. He had wanted to do something different but hadn't had any colored hair dye on hand at the moment when he had had the urge to color it. Mostly because him and Mack had gotten into a fight and the color Green reminded him of her so much that it was either dye it or shave it all off.

The boy laughed, shaking his head. “Neon blue would look hot, babe. But I already have a hard enough time getting guys to keep their hands off of you, let's not add the badass-ness of colored hair.” He joked quietly.  

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"I’d be scared of some of the things I’d find on your phone," Mackenzie half joked. She wasn’t sure how serious Jaye was, but she knew that if the roles were reversed, she would be hesitant to show him her own phone. Mackenzie shook her head in defiance, smiling as she did so. "You’re not getting away with it that easily, Jaye. You’re going to have to earn a kiss," flashing him a grin. "Like take me out for a drink, you don’t think I’m a cheat date do you? She asked sarcastically, raising her eyebrows. 

"What?" She shrugged, "I have a thing for tall, brunette guys with their own stereo systems." Mackenzie had only met Logan two or three times, and she didn’t much care for his presence, but truth be told, she enjoyed annoying Jaye, and after the irritation he had caused her earlier, she felt it was only fair. She knew that talking about other men could drive Jaye crazy, it was the main reason she did it so frequently, if she wanted to get back at him it was the first thing she talked about. When they broke up she did the one thing she knew would hurt him- although the subject was too taboo to talk about when they predictably got back together, she always hoped that while they were separated word trickled back to him about her ongoings. Had the tables been turned, she knew that she would see red, Mack had always been irrationally jealous- it was often the cause of their break ups.

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Jaye made a face as the idea of Mackenzie going through his phone actually sunk in. Although he made it seem like he would be totally fine with it, he knew that some of the shit on his phone would cause even bigger arguments if Mack were to get her hands on it. Some people probably thought there was nothing to a relationship if the pair couldn't share things on their phone, but that was just how they had always been. Jaye was the only one who knew his passcode and Mack had long stopped fighting him on it. The boy groaned, his hand stroking up and down her thigh. “I could think of lots of ways that could earn me a kiss... most of which have you moaning beneath me,” he smirked, wanting nothing more than to kiss her right now. Isn't that usually how it went? As soon as someone told you “no” or “you can't do that” you wanted to all that much more. He shook his head, his hands stilling on her upper thighs for a moment. “Nah, you've never been one, Luv.

“I could be a tall brunette guy with a stereo system,” he grumbled, feeling a slight wave of jealousy wash over him. Even though he generally had no problem picking up a girl if he needed it, (that asshole thing actually working for him) when he had been younger it wasn't always as easy and Jaye was still self-conscience about it and got jealous when Mack brought up other guys, even if she was technically with him at the moment. “I have to admit I did not rock the brown-hair look, if I'm being honest and you have to agree with me, baby.” 

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"Maybe I will," she retorted, calmer than her previous state, but her voice still had an edge. She had half a mind to follow through with calling Logan, but she hadn’t quite gotten to that level of suspicion yet. "Alright, I believe you," an admission that in most relationships would be normal and expected, was quite rare between Mackenzie and Jaye. She very rarely said it to him, it was a gesture that meant a great deal. "Logan’s an idiot," she remarked, rolling her eyes. "So are you," she trailed off once more, this time a smirk playing on her lips. Perched on the marble countertop, with her boyfriend standing in front of her made the contents of the day seem less important than they had before, this was always the way with their fights, Mackenzie would get hot headed and quick tempered, before cooling down and assessing the situation. 

She laughed lightly, Mackenzie hated how easily Jaye could turn her around, how she could forgive him in an instant, go from loathing him to loving him within the space of an hour, yet it happened more often than not. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Y’know, I’m actually kind of into Logan. Do you think he needs me to go over there and fix his sound system,” she joked, raising her eyebrows suggestively. “You better do better than your best, I hate it when you’re late,” she complained, setting down her mug.

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“Do you want my phone?” He countered, although he wore a smirk on his face now. Most of their petty arguments got resolved fairly quickly, but there had been a few that had escalated to things being thrown at each other and hurtful words being spewed like toxic waste. Granted, almost every single time it had been because he was a dumb ass and always fucked up, but the blame didn't always fall on him. At her words, his smirk dissolved into more of a smile. “Seal it with a kiss?” Most people in relationships vowed to never go to bed angry with one another (Mackenzie and Jaye did that more often than not), but Jaye always knew if a fight was resolved if Mack would kiss him afterwords-- no fight was ever really over unless she did so. “We're both pretty big idiots, but I like to think Logan is a bigger one,” he chuckled, his green eyes lighting up a bit when a smirk graced her lips.

Although the laugh that came from the brunette was small and slight, it was something. “Baby,” he whined, making a face. He took another sip from his mug, trying not to let the little comment get to him. He knew she was more or less joking, but the fact remained that hearing Mack talk about other guy's always bugged the fuck out of Jaye and made him want to punch something. It hadn't been such a problem in the beginning, but all their time spent on and off and apart from one another (doing God knows what with God knows who) had made Jaye tense. He knew it was hypocritical to be pissed off, when he surely hadn't stayed faithful whenever they had fought long and hard and “called it quits”, but he liked to think Mack did. He knew she was smarter than that, though. 

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"Just Logan?" Mackenzie asked, her tone condescending and high pitched. She hated how jealous she was, how unsure, how suspicious, but their relationship wasn’t exactly built on faith and stability. They had been on just as much as they had been off, they had kept the company of others to make each other jealous while off, and even flirted with others while on. "I didn’t know it took that long to set up a sound system," truth be told, she knew nothing about sound systems, she simply wanted to get the truth out of Jaye, pry it out if she had to. Mackenzie was glad to see that he had chosen to enter her home, she didn’t want to have to endure another fight over the phone, they were the worst kind, no resolution, just the silence at the end of the phone. 

Mackenzie had half a mind to push him away, but she always loved Jaye trying to get back on her good side, she knew that overdoing it would lead to him becoming irritated, and when both parties were annoyed, it was an all out war. With slight hesitation, Mack sat forward. “You are an asshole,” she repeated. “A huge asshole, and I’m really mad at you,” she continued to sip from her coffee cup, but her expression softened. “You better not do this again.”

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“Just Logan, you can call the jackass up and ask him yourself if you want,” he sighed. Jaye was not the most trustworthy of guys, but then again, neither was Mackenzie. Both of them had done their fair share of frustrating one another and causing the other to doubt the foundation of their relationship. Jaye often thought about it, but given the stuff that had gone on in the course of their relationship (both on and off) did they even /have/ a foundation anymore? At her comment, he laughed although it wasn't like his normal laughter. “Fuck me, neither did I, Mack. I was so pissed off. We had it almost all the way set up one time and the fucker decided he wanted it to sit in a different corner. I almost punched him.” There was no hint of joking on his face.

Jaye was pleasantly surprised when she didn't shove him away like he half expected her to. Biting the inside of his lip, he leaned in a bit closer to her. “I am. The biggest asshole in the world,” he agreed, his hand sliding up her thigh slowly. “But you still dig me, right?” A smirked ghosted over his lips as she took a sip from her coffee. “What can I do to make you not mad at me?” He asked. “Promising I won't is just a fucking trap, but I will do my best.” 

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"No, it doesn’t count. You didn’t even fucking text me!" She screamed, shaking her head. "Do you know how much time it takes to pick up your phone and tell me that you’re going to be late? Ten seconds! I could’ve made plans with somebody else while I waited," Mackenzie was glad to see that Jaye was alright, but the empathetic side of her was masked by her desired to want to slam the door in his face. "Are you planning on staying long or is there somewhere more important you have to be?" She spat, walking away from the open door. "Close it," she called, leaving it up to him whether he wanted to come in or not. Mackenzie sat on the counter in the kitchen, the kettle boiling as she prepared to make herself a cup of coffee. "Why are you late?" She shouted, not entirely sure whether or not he had made the brash decision to step inside or not. "Don’t lie, either. I may be stupid enough to put up with you, but I’ll know if you’re lying," it was evident that she was still upset, and when she was, she often took it out on Jaye. It was unfair to him, of course, but this time it felt justified, this was his doing after all. 

With much optimism, Mack made Jaye a cup of coffee, she had not yet checked to see if he had entered her living room. However, she knew that he was clever enough to know that if he hadn’t they would not be conversing for several weeks. After the length of their relationship, Kenzie knew how he liked his coffee, sadly it was one of the few things that seemed to be consistent with him. “If you want coffee, there’s a cup here,” she called nonchalantly. Mackenzie did want him there, but she was not going to let him think that arriving two and a half hours late was alright, especially in the current state of their relationship. She sat on her marble counter top, cup of coffee in hand, legs not quite reaching the tiles, awaiting, or rather hoping for, Jaye’s arrival to the kitchen. 

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Jaye groaned, rolling his eyes at the short girl. “You know I am shit at charging my phone, babe. It barely has any charge to it now. Do you wanna see?” He replied, wanting to smack himself for being so fucking stupid. Most of this argument could have been resolved if he had just thought to text his girlfriend. Of course, he didn't know he was sleeping in and effectively missing their “date”, but that was beside the point now. “I know, I know, fuck, Mack, I get it, okay?” He groaned again, pushing his hand into his pocket. He wanted to say more on the subject but she turned away and walked back into the house, the front door open. “Nowhere I'd rather be than here,” he grimaced, his tone low. He could only silently take her attitude with nods and groans before he got angry as well-- even if it was his fault! Hearing her words, he stepped into the house, shutting the door behind him. He was still tired despite sleeping in and all he wanted to do was pass out on her couch, although he knew she wouldn't take well to that at all. Lingering in the living area for a bit so as to let her get all (or most) of her little jabs out now before he actually made it into the kitchen where there were glass objects and knives.

“I was with Logan last night. He had me setting up his sound system and I didn't get home 'til like five in the morning and I was tired as fuck. I overslept,” he shrugged. He would have preferred to lie since the truth was so lame, but she knew him all too well. Walking into the kitchen, his eyes founds her, sitting on the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand. Moving so he was standing in front of her, her parted her legs slightly so he could move in between them, his hands resting on her thighs. “I'm sorry I'm late. I'm an asshole and you know it,” he pouted slightly, reaching with one hand for his cup of coffee. He took a sip, but had still yet to move from where he was in front of her. 

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Mackenzie had been checking her phone all day, waiting for a text explaining Jaye’s lateness- a part of her worried, fearing the worst, another part of her was already fuming. She paced her room, settling on the edge of her bed a few times, before beginning once more. Television was no distraction, it took every ounce of her being not to call Jaye and begin screaming down the phone at him, she’d save that for when she saw him. She had tried her best to look nice for him, curled her hair, did her makeup, much more effort than she would normally put in. Mackenzie wasn’t stupid, she knew that there had been severe tension between then in the past few weeks, and she was willing to put that behind them, until he had decided to let her down like this. 

Settling herself on the couch, Mack turned on the television in an attempt to take her mind off of the situation. It was half two by the time she heard the knock she had been waiting for. After practically running towards the door, Mackenzie swung it open, to reveal Jaye standing outside. “Oh, you’ve decided to show up, have you?” She asked rhetorically, her words dripping with irritation. “I hope you didn’t rush away from something to get here, or someone. I don’t want to put you out,” Mackenzie had practically mastered the art of sarcasm throughout their relationship, and she put it to good use during their arguments. “And please, don’t say you’re sorry, because if you were sorry you wouldn’t be late, it’ll save us both a lot of time.”

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Jaye knew that Mackenzie looked past a lot of his bullshit for whatever reason, but even in the early stages of their relationship she had been clear that she hated tardiness-- being stood up, others being late, making plans and never showing, she hated it all and he knew it was the fastest way to get the girl angry. He couldn't help it though. His buddy had wanted help with something and Jaye couldn't just say no and one thing led to another and he didn't end up leaving his friend's apartment until well into the wee hours of the morning, finally managing to crawl into bed around four or five. He had overslept. Damn, alarm clock!

Once the door opened, the blond-haired boy realized two things: one, Mack had put in obvious effort to look great (not that she didn't always look good. It was one of the things Jaye had first noticed about her-- the fact that she looked fucking amazing even when she wasn't trying) and two, she was fuming. Jaye prepared himself for the backlash, wincing at her words. “Mack, come on. I'm fucking here now, doesn't that count for anything?” He gave her a once-over, biting the inside of his lip. “Can I come in?” Fighting was something all couples did-- or at least that's what he told himself-- but he hated doing it, even so. Especially when she looked so good. He didn't want to argue unless it was going to lead to him pinning her against the wall so the could resolve it properly. 

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F2F: Always Late When It Matters

Jaye groaned as he noticed the time on his phone, a string of curses following shortly after. He had told Mack he would be around at her place at noon and it was already almost two. He knew she was going to be pissed off (although lately that seemed to be the only thing she ever was, at least towards him). It was like this sick game of “Red Rover” they played-- one would come around and the other would try their hardest to knock them down. Sure, it was unhealthy and even thought they both knew that, it didn't stop them from always repeating the course of events that led up to it.

Tugging on black skinny jeans on his way out of his room, he stubbed his toe on the edge of the door, a loud “FUCK!” leaving his lips as he sat on the chair to nurse his toe for a moment. Once the throbbing had stopped, he reached for his boots, shoving his feet into them before lacing them up. Not bothering to even attempt to fix his hair, he ran a hand through his blonde and black jagged locks before he was out the door, his jacket in hand. It didn't take him long to get to Mack's, although it was almost two-thirty by the time he actually got there. He sighed, preparing himself for the worst as he knocked on the door, a yawn escaping his lips. 

[simply-j0sh]