pink skies,

[marisola]

“   it’s   not   a   cover   up   .   ”   his   gaze   is   dropping   ,   nails   scratching   at   his   jaw   as   he   shifts   uncomfortably   .   “   i   swear   it   fucking   isn’t   .   ”   he   sounds   frustrated   ,   unable   to   find   a   way   out   –   or   through   this   .   how   was   he   ever   meant   to   get   her   to   trust   him   again   ?   “   how   was   i   supposed   to   tell   you   ?   i   don’t   –   i   don’t   know   .   everybody   that   finds   out   just   …   just   stops   fucking   talking   to   me   .   ”   there’s   a   small   pause   ,   gaze   avoiding   hers   now   .   he’s   fucking   terrified   .   “   i   just   didn’t   want   to   lose   you   too   .   ”

[malibuindigos]

her eyes stay locked on him, letting them wander across his features once he drops his gaze — avoiding the eye contact she was searching for. ❛ you're saying it's not a cover up, then you can't look me in the eyes after dropping a bomb like that. ❜ she tries to keep a nonchalant tone of voice despite the spike in her blood pressure and keep a level head through the conversation. ❛ how am i expected to believe what you're saying and take it as you not lying to me when you couldn't tell me the truth ? ❜ her comment is more rhetorical rather than expecting an answer from him. listening as he claims the inevitable loss of contact with people following his truth being exposed, brows knit together as she processes. lets it all sit in her mind, thinking about her next words and move carefully to not be like the majority in his life. ❛ and you assumed that because everyone else does that, i would ? ❜ her voice drops, the weight of the conversation finally coming into perspective before she releases a sharp breath. ❛ it's sad that you decided to keep the truth from me because you didn't want to lose me. you'd be more likely to lose me because you didn't tell me the truth. ❜

[marisola]

regret   .   for   selfish   reasons   it’s   not   something   she   feels   .   femme   wanted   this   to   happen   .   even   if   it   meant   betraying   her   best   fucking   friend   .   “   i   don’t   .   ”   she   allows   it   to   hang   in   the   air   ,   gaze   avoiding   him   however   ,   even   as   she   tucks   a   strand   of   her   hair   behind   her   ear   .   “   but   i   don’t   know   what   that   says   about   me   .   ”   that   she’s   a   terrible   friend   perhaps   ,   and   a   bad   person   .   she   doesn’t   know   how   to   fix   any   of   this   .   knows   that   no   matter   what   ,   she’s   on   the   losing   end   .   she’d   either   lose   him   ,   or   her   best   friend   ,   or  her boyfriend   or   all   of   them   .   gaze   snaps   up   then   ,   caramels   boring   into   his   .   “   you   do   realize   how   wrong   this   is   right   ?   ”

[malibuindigos]

it sinks in that she could be dwelling on the negative, getting into her head more than he was and that guilt begins to eat at him. then she expresses she doesn't, but it doesn't make that feeling stop. ❛ you don't. ❜ he repeats, letting them sit to settle that initial guilt, but it continues to gnaws at him for various reasons, he's going after his girl's best friend and doesn't want it to end. he wants to have his cake and eat it too, selfishly and he knows it's a recipe for disaster. that keeps him reeled in, the secrecy and high he gets from being with her. ❛ i think it says more about me than it says about you. ❜ it's his best effort at making her feel better, a last attempt at trying to prove he was in the wrong. not her. ❛ i'm the one that pursued you despite the fact you were — are — close. that didn't matter to me. ❜ the truth slipping out more as he speaks, he doesn't entirely care about their mutual connection nearly as much as he should. that much was wrong. ❛ all i know is i don't regret it, i don't want you to regret it and i don't want this to stop ... ❜ a soft breath slips past brims as she points out the obvious, giving her a nod in response as he trusted that more than the words that threatened to come out. yes, i know and no, i don't care. they stay at the tip of his tongue, but he bites his tongue and swallows the words, along with the weight of them.

[clubsclassic]

so maybe his hand had been resting at the small of her back, keeping the other steady until the car came to pick her up. in his defense, he was being a good samaritan. there's nothing inherently wrong with that. " think you might need to get your eyes checked, baby. " it's not intended as a jab, just his honest observation because he knows how she likes to twist narratives — to let that crazy mind of hers run wild even when he's been transparent with her, showing her pieces of himself most people never stuck around long enough to see. " you know you're the only girl for me. " not that he's ever explicitly said those words out loud, but he assumed she'd connected the dots by now, digits soothingly tracing along the curve of her thigh.

[malibuindigos]

❛ my eyes are fine, thank you very much. ❜ the remark is quick like she had it locked and loaded for when he tried to paint her as crazy. ❛ i don't know about you, but i don't keep my hand lingering on someone i'm not interested in when i have the person i'm interested in less than fifteen feet away. ❜ oceanic orbs narrow in on him, giving him a pointed look as she did her best to nail him as a liar even when he was giving her every indication he was anything but. ❛ uh huh, sure. i'm the only girl for you, you say now. ❜ the initial comment never processes, dismissing the fact fast before it marinates in her mind once his touch brings her back down to rational thought. ❛ wait a second ... only girl for you, huh ? ❜ she circles back to it, tilting her head up to look at his face while searching for any indication it was a bullshit comment to reroute her thought process and not spoken as truth.

[clubsclassic]

" everything is wrong with you. " spits the words back with a venomous bite, attempting to shake her wrist free from his grip. she knew his reputation, knew he would fold like a goddamn pretzel the second any woman gave him an ounce of attention and it causes a bitter laugh to bubble up her throat. he got what he wanted. now he's a free agent again while she's left looking like the fool for trusting another stupid man. " let you in? " stares blankly at him, voice raising an octave as her blood pressure continues to spike. " you've already been inside of me. " body nearly shudders at the memory, instantly filled with regret. this is exactly why she never lets her guard down. " i don't know how much closer you expected to get. " chocolate hues search his face for something — remorse, honesty, accountability, but all she's met with so far is disappointment. " you're the only one who's been playing games here. "

[malibuindigos]

he's quick with a shake of his head, rejecting her accusation, ❛ no, nothing is wrong with me, babe. ❜ denial was his strong suit. often living in either a state of denial or delusion, especially when it came to her. ❛ it's clear that there's something wrong with you, though. why don't we explore that ? feel free to clue me in on everything. ❜ head cocks to the side to examine her features, her body language, and the way she reacted to the little things he did. all signs pointed to him irritating her, that much was clear. with the release of her wrist, his arms crossed across his chest, and taking a step back to fully take in her state -- evidently furious the more he spoke which only brought a smirk to his lips. ❛ yeah, let me in. you know ... let me get to know you, take you out, whatever else instead of constantly turning me down. ❜ voice remains neutral versus her voice raising. the blank stare and the way her body physically reacts to her memory all produce a low chuckle. ❛ you know damn well how much closer i expected to get, but you're adamant on rejecting whatever this is between us because you have formed a skewed opinion on me. ❜ the more he spoke, the more he expected another outburst or accusations which were true, but that was minor detail. ❛ what we're not going to do is that ... i'm not playing a game because i've been clearly trying to get into your world, but you're fighting it every time. ❜

[marisola]

@malibunghts ―   ♡'d   for   a   starter   .   ―      “   i   wasn’t   lying   to   you   …   i   wanted   to   tell   you   ,   but   i   just   didn’t   know   how   .   ”

[malibuindigos]

after releasing a deep breath, she shakes her head as she tries to see a reason to believe him. ❛ you were lying to me though. you can try to spin it any way you want, but you were withholding information that i deserved to know. ❜ tilting her head to the side, eyes narrowing in on the homme like she were analyzing him. ❛  it's ridiculous you're trying to use the lame cover up of not knowing how to say something to me.  ❜

[marisola]

@malibunghts ― ♡'d   for   a   starter   .   ―      “   you   cannot   tell   anyone   about   this   .   ”

[malibuindigos]

❛ i wouldn't tell anyone about this, i don't think that was necessary to clarify. ❜ tone falling flat, dismissive of the fact she was making that comment. ❛  i don't know about you but i'm not interested in the potential outrage by certain people if this was to come out ... especially from olivia.  ❜ takes a couple steps towards her, frame towering over her as his hand reaches to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. ❛  just don't tell me that you regret it, okay ? i don't think my heart could take it.  ❜

[clubsclassic]

" she was drunk off her ass and i was making sure she didn't eat shit before her uber got here. " a perfectly valid explanation considering he's still on the clock. and because one of them has to approach this situation with a level head, seeing as it clearly won't be her. " do you think i'd be stupid enough to flirt with another girl while you're standing less than ten feet away? " eyes search hers for an honest answer beneath the accusation, digits curling around her wrist, giving her a sharp tug as he pulls her down into his lap.

[malibuindigos]

orbs narrow in on him, trying to analyze whether he was telling the truth or feeding her a lie. ❛ mhm ... and you expect me to believe you were looking cozy with someone that you were just helping out, right ? ❜ skepticism evident in her tone of voice. after settling on his lap, body turned so she can get another look at his face, a genuine laugh slips past brims as head tilts to the side with a brow raised. ❛ do i think you're stupid enough to do that ? i'm not sure. try asking me again later to see if i come up with a different answer for you. ❜

[clubsclassic]

dumfounded expression stretches across her features, brows knitting together, mouth parted in pure disbelief as if she should've expected this outcome. still, a small, pathetic part of her hoped for a sliver of respect after the night they shared together. and to make matters even worse, he's mocking her with that stupid grin of his, a feeling of rage overtaking her completey. before she can sort through the humiliation and anger clawing at her chest, her palm collides sharply with his cheek — an attempt to wipe that smug look off his face. " what the fuck is wrong with you? "

[malibuindigos]

she wasn't denying the fact she cared, internally battling within himself to release another cocky remark. jaw clenches at the initial hit, then relaxes after before hand firmly grasps her wrist. it takes a moment to process before a low chuckle rumbles from his chest, ❛ nothing's wrong with me, clearly. ❜ he pauses, wracking his brain to figure out what he wants to say next without provoking another outburst. ❛ but there's a lot of pent up anger in there that just proves my point that you care. ❜ returning to his original point, his grip tightening to keep her arm in its place. ❛ this would run a lot smoother if you just admitted to yourself that you care. matter of fact, it would be beneficial to both of us if you just let me in. there would be no more games. ❜

[clubsclassic]

" baby, please. it's not what it looked like. "

[malibuindigos]

❛ it's not what it looked like. ❜ repeats his words, slow nod following like she was registering it as what it was ... bullshit. ❛ do you think i'm dumb or something ? naive, maybe ? ❜ both questions didn't need answering. a crease in her brows while eyes narrow in on him, analyzing his features. ❛ spare me. it looked like you were trying to get cozy with someone else. can't be taken any other way. ❜

[clubsclassic]

" you couldn't even give yourself a full twenty-four hours before shoving your tongue down someone else's throat? "

[malibuindigos]

he'd like to think he was more careful than to be caught playing her but it became clear with her query and the way she approached him that being caught is exactly what happened. ❛ oh ... that. ❜ brow raises, leaning further into the bar counter. ❛ that meant nothing. ❜ as most do. ❛ didn't think you cared enough to react. ❜ amusement laced between syllables, a sudden glint in his eyes with a smile crept to feats, flashing pearly whites.

[clubsclassic]

isn't a stranger to the whiplash she gives him, dangling a shiny toy in his face only to rip it away moments later, which just about summarizes their entire relationship. even in this moment, when he's offering her a get out of jail free card, but she still wants to fight it. one time, shame on him. two times, shame on her. three times, he's officially lost all interest, retracting digits from her cunt. " if you'd rather use your fingers to get off tonight, then by all means, go ahead. " palms are held up like he's wiping his hands clean of her, the lust in his eyes replaced by a loud reminder that this will never work to his advantage — no matter how they spin it. " you're not worth this shit, liyah. i could fuck every girl in here and they still wouldn't be half the headache you are. "

[malibuindigos]

eyes narrow in on him, looking for something to further express her anger until he finally opens his mouth. a slow nod, not agreeing, just showing she was listening and not agreeing to anything he was saying. his hand removed from her cunt, her own hand aggressively dropping her grip on his wrist. ❛ you're literally ridiculous, did you know that ? ❜ words laced with irritation, a roll of brown eyes follow. it was a constant game with him, every time he made her fold after making her look foolish. that grew old. ❛ i'm not worth this shit, but you're the one who approached me feeding me some bullshit i missed fucking you. ❜ uses air quotations while repeating his own words. ❛ after you made me look like a clown, if i may add. you're just as much, if not more, of a headache than i am. something you refuse to admit. ❜

[clubsclassic]

stares at him as if he has two heads, jaw hanging wide open, visibly gobsmacked because there's no way in hell he didn't know. " what do you mean it wasn't your idea? " does he genuinely think she's dense enough to believe any of the excuses coming out of his mouth? " this is your song. were you not involved in the creative direction? " then she's groaning in agony, forcing herself to sit down on the trailer steps, face buried in her palms like the most dramatic person on planet earth. how she's acting right now, someone would assume she'd been asked to shoot him with an ak-47. " seriously? you guys didn't have the funds to hire literally anyone else? " ─── " i would've even taken the camera guy. " sprinkles in, " no offense. "

[malibuindigos]

he can tell by the look on her face that he'd been caught in a lie, completely taken aback by his claims ( although weren't completely a lie ). ❛ exactly what i said is what i mean. ❜ refrains from repeating himself again despite the urge to. ❛ if i had known we were kissing, i would've told you sooner. ❜ that much was true, but it slipped his mind -- something he didn't think that much about. chocolate hues study her, releasing a low laugh at her dramatics before crouching down to her level. ❛ are you going to be miss dramatic about this ? you're acting like it's the end of the world. ❜ hand settles on her knee, ❛ it's not my fault you agreed to something without knowing what you were doing. ❜ another laugh, this one lacking its usual humor to it, ❛ i am offended, by the way. ❜

[ungraceds]

"   no   need   to   get   bent   out   of   shape   ,   now   you   can   call   us   even   .   "

[malibuindigos]

even. the word made a low chuckle rumble from his chest, ❛ even ? you think this makes us even ? nah. ❜ humming to himself, letting his eyes scan over her features, ❛ wouldn't consider us even because you haven't done any damage but i'll let you think that, babe. ❜

[ungraceds]

"   i   told   you   that   this   thing   between   us   wasn't   serious   .   "

[malibuindigos]

❛ it's wasn't serious, but here you are trying to make it a spoken thing. ❜ cerulean hues roll, arms folding across her chest. ❛ if it wasn't serious, you wouldn't be talking to me about it ... but here you are, trying to state the obvious. ❜

[clubsclassic]

" they never knew what they were talking about. " hates that he can't undo the damage, their words cutting deep, leaving scars she obviously still carries. if he could've gone back in time, he never would've brought her around his family. an innocent bystander caught in the middle of a war that was never hers to deal with. but she still wants this, and he does too, so what's stopping them from trying again? " it matters to me. " reassures with more certainty, digits grazing her forearm like he's holding onto something already slipping out of his grasp. " let's get away. just the two of us. " there's no hesitation in his voice, first to jump at the opportunity for adventure. " we can be across the country by tomorrow morning. "

[malibuindigos]

hearing him say that makes her brows crease, questions running through her mind about the legitimacy of her thoughts up until this point. ❛ they didn't know what they were talking about, but they got between us. ❜ they destroyed us threatens to spill from brims, but continues biting her tongue. she never got over the feeling of not being good enough for him or hearing that she wasn't explicitly, it always came back to her. ❛ you know i want you. that's all i've wanted. ❜ her confession comes with a deep breath, holding it at his touch like it was the first time again. his lack of hesitation in his voice tells her he's serious. ❛ where do you want to go ? i'll go anywhere you want. ❜

[clubsclassic]

" she should matter to you, " clarifies with an assertive finger, playing voice of reason purely for shits and giggles. because this is his undoing, a decision he continues to make over and over again. she doesn't owe her anything, but can't help wondering when he plans to put an end to the charade. " i'm just surprised you've gotten away with it this long. " hums more to herself than him, impressed, though maintains a poker face. " tell me, what's it like living a double life? fucking me and then crawling into bed with her? " hangs at the door, still refusing him entry into her sanctuary, at least while she busts his balls. " do you ever mix up our names? do you kiss her on the mouth after you've tasted my cunt? " amusement sparkles in hues, sure her neighbors down the hall are enjoying their little back and forth.

[malibuindigos]

❛ she should matter, but she doesn't. ❜ couldn't be any more blunt, straight to the point even though it was something they both already knew. ❛ your act as if you care about her is funny, you know. ❜ points out, a grin tugging to corners of his lips as she tries to bring him back down to earth. ❛ why ? it's not like i'm out being obvious about it. nobody said she gave it any attention to realize what's happening. ❜ brow raises as she continues to pry into his personal life, head tilts to the side as she digs in. ❛ can you really call it a double life if she doesn't matter and this is just sex ? ❜ the query leaves his lips as she continues to question him. ❛ really trying to question me instead of letting me in, huh ? is this a police interrogation or something ? doing a crime that i have not committed. ❜

[clubsclassic]

the second the words leave her mouth, everything else is irrelevant to him, shoved to the back of his head to be forgotten about until further notice. there's a mischievous glint behind his eyes — the kind of look that says she handed him exactly what he wants, and without putting up much of a fight. low chuckle rumbles from the base of his throat, palm sliding further along her thigh, grip around her throat tensing to keep her steady in place. eyes drag slowly over countenance, taking in the challenge like she's daring him to call her bluff. " right here? " repeats in a voice that almost mimics awe, pleased grin tugging at his lips, more surprised by her sudden brazenness. but that's how it usually goes with them, from zero to one-eighty at the flip of a switch. gaze wanders past her shoulder to acknowledge the setting, belligerent drunks, exhausted bartenders trying to get through the night. lucky for her, he's never minded a crowd. " all that attitude just to fold at a simple touch. you're too predictable. " he's taunting now, pads of his fingers pushing lace panties to the side as digits tease her slit. " are you gonna make a mess for me in front of all these people? "

[malibuindigos]

how quick his energy shifted like she'd handed him exactly what he wanted made her laugh. the look in his eyes told him that what the game she was playing had him ready to fold. ❛ right here. ❜ she nodded slowly as she spoke to play along with him. his grip on her throat tightening had lips curling into a satisfied smile as her breath hitches and her hand between their bodies to stop his in its tracks. ❛ acting as if you deserve to touch me right now is a choice. ❜ spoken lowly, tilting her head up to keep her eyes on him as she kept his hand in its place. ❛ supposedly predictable but the second i showed a little bit of interest here you are ready to play with my cunt. if i'm predictable then so are you. ❜