forever flying

marley peters is the name. new york city is where it's at, ladies and gents! Juilliard dance student. 21 years young. "Why do we fall? So we can learn to pick ourselves up."

[thisisaaronnn]

A New York Night

[marley-peters]

thisisaaronnn‌:

Aaron leaned over the bar, and squeezed the girl tightly. He moved his neck to give her a quick peck on the cheek. After one last squeeze, he let her go and grabbed his shot, downing the liquor quickly. He made a point to look over at the bar tender, making sure they dropped everything they were doing to serve the pair. The bartenders knew that whenever his friends came into the bar, they were to be served immediately. Marley was no exception. In fact, she practically ran the bar along with Aaron. Everyone here, and at everyone one of Aaron’s bars, loved Marley. 

“My favorite_ woman_, my best customer.” Aaron laughed. He was amazed at how long the pair’s friendship had lasted. They had become close friends as kids on the show, and had become successful adults together. It’s true that Marley was one of his ride or dies. “And my daughter is my favorite girl, who misses her Aunt Marley dearly,” he chuckled as he took the drinks from his bartender’s hands and gave one to the brunette. 

Aaron raised his brow. “Okay but did you see how creepy that man was? He reminded me of me years ago when we started the show. I really should have been punched in the face more often. It’s just me paying my dues.” He shrugged, taking a huge gulp of his drink. He was not planning on getting drunk tonight. Years ago, when Aaron saw Marley out he knew it would be a crazy night. This time though, he knew Marley was working on herself and had been making positive changes in her life. He didn’t want to be a negative influence, even thought he knew he could. 

Aaron looked at her puzzled. “Hold on I texted you back…” he trailed off as he reached into his pocket for his phone. He scrolled down to his texts with Marley and saw an unanswered text from Marley from yesterday morning. “Oh shit, my bad.” he shrugged. “How can I make it up to you?” he said sarcastically, as he put on a big pout, imitating her. 

The girl flipped her hair over her shoulder at his words, dipping her hips in a mock curtsy. “The day you have another favourite woman will be the day World War 3 starts.” She said with a playful wink, nudging him softly with her elbow. “I’m not looking forward to the day you replace me, you know. My jealousy will be raging.” She was mostly joking - Aaron had a habit of choosing girls that weren’t good for him. Hell, he must’ve slept with all of New York when they were on the show, not that she could say any different for herself. Before Logan, Marley slept around like it was her job. There had even been a time when Marley and Aaron had been a possibility, though she was long over that now. Still, he meant a lot to her. “Auntie Marley misses her Dessy-boo.” She cooed in babytalk. “I’ll have to have her over for a girls day soon.”

She rolled her eyes at his next comment, nodding in agreement. “I’ve had my share of run ins with the likes of him - the poor girl. I hope she’s alright.” She said, looking over her shoulder, concern etched across her features. It would be impossible to spot her in the crowd now, more people piling into the busy bar as the minutes went on. 

Marley shook her head, a triumphant smile pulling at her lips as he pulled out his phone and checked. Her arms crossed over her chest as she looked up at the ceiling in mock deep thought, her fingers tapping against her forearm. “Mmm, not sure you can.” She teased, raising her drink to her lips. “You’ll have to get creative.” She said with a wink.

[thisisaaronnn]

A New York Night

[marley-peters]

thisisaaronnn‌:

Aaron took a deep breathe. He could feel the humid air in the dark nightclub on his face, and he was sweating through his suit. This is the last time I wear a new Gucci suit to this damn club, he thought to himself. 

He was leaning on the counter behind the bar, his hands on his pockets. As he looked across the bar, he noticed an older man with his elbows on the bar, breathing down the next of a younger woman. She looked miserably uncomfortable. The blonde couldn’t hear their conversation, but he noticed the woman shaking her head and frowning. The man was persistent. He was greasy and half bald. Aaron somehow knew the man smelled like cigars and sweat. 

Aaron took a deep breathe, shook his head, and walked up to the pair. The blonde leaned across the bar, and put his weight on his hands after wiping that part of the bar clean with a rag. Aaron forced eye contact with the man. The old man looked at him, puzzled. “Can I help you?” The man asked the rich kid. Aaron shrugged and pointed to the young woman, “Ya know, this is my girlfriend and I own this bar so I suggest you get the hell out of this bar.” The man looked Aaron in the eyes, “You don’t own this bar, you’re too young.” he challenged the 26 year old rich kid. Aaron chuckled at the man’s response, loving the challenge. Aaron looked over at the head bouncer, who he knew was watching the conversation closely. The blonde gave a swift nod to the bouncer and suddenly the man was being dragged out of the bar by 3 bouncers. “And that’s what happens when you fuck around in Club Deliliah” Aaron said to himself. 

Suddenly, Aaron saw a familiar face across the bar. He felt himself grin from ear to ear. He quickly grabbed two shot glasses and his best top shelf tequila, and walked over to to his cast mate. “Well, well, well…look what the cat dragged in”. He smiled as he poured two shots, and slid one over to the girl. 

@marley-peters

Marley had changed a lot over the past few years. She no longer spent every night drinking herself into oblivion and snorting whatever she could in the bar bathrooms, but had actually started a career for herself. After graduating from Juilliard she had become an extremely accomplished dancer and opened her own studio - something she had never expected to happen. Truth be told, Marley had gone through most of her life expecting to be dead or in jail before she turned 25, but was pleased to say that had not been the case. Her life was nice now - she was in a happy relationship, she lived in her favourite city and got to do what she loved every single day. Life wasn’t half bad.

She still frequented Club Delilah - Aaron was one of her best friends, after all. They had kept in touch after the show, more-so than the rest of the cast. They got together for dinners often, watched Netflix when they were feeling lazy and ordered way too much takeout food. Her drinking was under control and Aaron had become a successful business man. It was crazy how far they had come, but Marley was proud of the both of them.

Her long hair fell over her shoulders in tight curls as she turned around upon hearing his familiar voice call her name, her arms lifting to wrap around his neck in a strong embrace. “Your favourite customer, you mean?” She asked with a laugh, pulling away from the blonde. She took the shot glass from him and threw it back before setting it back down at the bar, smile still painted across her lips. “Kicking people out already are we?” Her brows raised, her elbow leaning against the sticky surface of the bar. She lifted her finger to the bartender, ordering them another round of drinks with a single gesture - they knew her well here. “I was hoping to run into you tonight, you never answer my texts anymore. No time for your favourite girl.” She said with a pout.

[hudgens-online]

[marley-peters]

indiegoe:

Logan let himself breathe a little more when she answered his question, but he was still furious nonetheless. “I just don’t get it. You are so reckless. You a fucking adult, I just wish you would start acting like one.” he told her being brutally honest. He knew his words would hurt, but he needed to get them out. He needed her to realize what she was doing was toxic to herself and their relationship. The young man turned and walked up to her. He bent down so that they were face to face. “It sounds like you want to give up. Listen to me, don’t give up.” he said grabbing her face in between his hands. He shook her head a little bit. “Marley, you are what’s best for me.” he told her. “God..before I met you I was a sad, quiet kid who had no friends. I was literally the scum of New York. Marley I probably would be dead or in jail if it weren’t for you telling me to come home every night. You saved me.” he looked into her eyes passionately. “If I’m out, I’m…I’d probably be in jail or dead. I love you too…but we’ve been down this road before. We both said we were not going to leave again and one of us did. I don’t trust me and I don’t trust you with that promise.” he said honestly.

That one stung. She almost winced as he said the words, although she knew them to be true, it still hurt. He was right --- she did need to grow up. She had been doing so well lately, why was it that she always had to ruin things just when they had started to get good? “And you’re not?” She retorted, knowing that neither of them were the most responsible people in the world. Her gaze instantly locked on his when she felt his hands on either side of her face, her bottom lip trembling slightly as she looked into the eyes of the one boy she had loved more than anything in her entire life. She shook her head slightly, reaching up to rest her hands on his forearms. She knew that was true, too. Had Marley and Logan not found each other, they would probably both be dead. Marley surely would have run into trouble with a pimp or overdosed on drugs while on a bender. Her eyes were sad as she looked at him, a single tear falling down her cheek. She reached to wipe it away, hating every moment that she cried. She was stronger than that, wasn’t she. “So what the fuck are we supposed to do?” She whispered.

[marley-peters]

indiegoe:

Logan took a sharp breathe in. Her words hurt like knives but he knew she was right. The pair were unpredictable. They had never been in a stable place in their relationship the entire time they had been together. It was always someone doing something fucked up, or going away, or starting a fight. They could never just be a happy couple. How though? With Marley’s habits and Logan’s job? It was nearly impossible to be normal. They were so wrong for each other yet so perfect for each other at the same time. No one else could ever love Logan and put up with his antic the way Marley did. No one understood the way he ticked like she did. Logan stood and began pacing around the large room. His hands went up to his hair and he tightly gripped his roots. He didn’t really believe that Marley would sleep without someone else - not after all they’ve been through. But part of him, for a moment when she mentioned it, thought that maybe there was a chance she was with someone else. That would hurt more than anything had ever hurt him before. It would hurt him more than any gang fight could possibly hurt. Logan turned and faced away from her. “You don’t remember it? Like you were so fucked up the whole time that you don’t even know where you were or what you did?” Logan fists balled up at his sides as he attempted to calm the anger that was boiling up inside him. “So you want me to leave them? Of course we argue and fight, but you’re just gonna let all that go to waste?!” he said furiously.  “You wanna just fucking give up?”

The girl shook her head, “No --- I don’t mean I blacked out and don’t remember the trip. I just don’t know why I left or how it even happened. It just did, and I’m sorry. I know you were scared. I didn’t --- I promise you I wasn’t with someone else. I guess I just needed to get away.” She said with a huff. Her head fell into her hands, fingers tangled in the roots of her dark hair. “Fuck, no!” She said, frustrated with herself and how her first instinct was always to ruin something good. “I just want what’s best for you.” She said into her hands, eyes welling again. The two had been through hell and back and survived, but Marley always found herself wondering if he would be better off without her; if he found a nice girl, he might end up alright. “I’m not giving up I’m just giving you an out if you need it.” Her hands were still tangled in her hair, head between her knees as she sat on the floor. “Fuck, I hate fighting. I hate it so fucking much and I know I caused this but fuck, I hate it.” Tears slid down her cheek now and she wiped them away hastily, even though he couldn’t see --- her face was still hidden in her hands. Honestly, she needed a drink. “I love you so fucking much and it still scares me, I think it always will. I’m not --- I’m not going to disappear again.” 

[marley-peters]

indiegoe:

As soon as Logan opened the door, he could hear small sobs escaped from her lips. That sound crushed him. He couldn’t help but think that it was his words that caused those tears. Hearing his soulmate cry was the worst sound in the world and it broke his heart. He took a sharp breathe in to try to keep himself composed. All he wanted to do with hold her in his arms and kiss her so that she knew everything was going to be alright. “Marley…” he repeated. He wiped her tears from her face with his fingers and moved her hair from her face to behind her ear. “I’m not going to leave ever. Get that straight.” he told her firmly. “I love you and that’s not going to change. But that’s also why I’m so pissed off. You went god knows where with god knows who and I didn’t get a single call during the entire duration of your ‘vacation.’.” he made air quotes with his hand. The truth was that they both had their problems. Logan was still dealing drugs and he had tried to get out of it multiple times but the threats from his colleges grew more and more intense each time and he couldn’t risk his and Marley’s lives. Marley, on the other hand, had taken her drinking problem to a whole other level. Every time things started going right, everything went wrong again. It was an endless circle that they needed to keep fighting. “You scared the living shit out of me and we can’t keep doing this to each other.” he told her, a bit more angrily this time. 

The girl shook her head --- she had heard him say he wasn’t going to leave time and time again, but it was like the words just wouldn’t sink in. For years they had been together, for years they had survived whatever shit it was they were going through and somehow made it out alive. But Marley, having been hurt enough in her lifetime to last many, still found it hard to believe that someone would stay with her for as long as Logan had. “You can’t promise that!” She said, eyes still burning. “You can’t promise you’re never going to leave.” She shook her head, hands wringing in her lap. “I wasn’t with anyone, Logan.” Marley took a breath. “I didn’t do anything, I didn’t do anyone. I just --- I don’t know. I’m telling you I don’t know what the fuck happened.” Marley had gotten so good at staying sort of sober, only drinking when they went out on weekends or a glass of wine while she was cooking dinner. Recently though it was just like she didn’t know what she was doing. All of her friends were getting engaged or getting pregnant, buying houses outside of the city and moving on with their life. And Marley was, well... it was like she hadn’t grown up at all. She was still living in the same penthouse, still doing the same things, still partying way too hard. Something inside of her just snapped and before she knew it she was on a plane, being offered lines of coke from an up-and-coming rapper of whom she had since forgotten the name of. “I know we can’t, that’s what I’m saying. Why don’t you just get out of it while you can? Find yourself a nice girl that doesn’t like to party or disappear with no notice. Like, what the fuck are we doing? How long have we been doing this now, the same thing? Disappearing, relapsing, fighting.” In typical Marley fashion, she found herself wanting to slap herself across the face. Why was it that when she had good things, she had to try to ruin them?

[marley-peters]

indiegoe:

Logan was furious. He was standing in the rain, getting soaking wet but he didn’t care. He couldn’t remember a time where he had been more angry at Marley. Visions of the fight they were just in were coming back to him. He had destroyed expensive glass and broke wine bottles which probably ruined some of her furniture. She was destroying her life and she didn’t seem to realize that. Just picking up and leaving made Logan furious. He thought they were done with that part of their lives where they would abandon each other for weeks. Logan wasn’t one to talk - he was still a drug dealer but was able to work less thanks to his compensation from MTV. He had left her so many times before, but he was just looking out for Marley’s safety. He couldn’t focus on what he had done. He loved her and needed to protect her right now. Logan felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out of his leather jacket pocket and took a deep breathe. He ran his hand through his hair and thought for a moment. He wanted to go back up to Marley and apologize and squeeze her and tell her everything would be alright. But he also wanted her to know how much he scared her and how mad he really was. Finally, he turned away from the curb he was standing on and made his way back upstairs to her penthouse. Logan opened the door slowly, and peered around to see Marley sitting against the wall on the other side of the room -right where he had left her. “Marley…” he said, walking over to her and sitting down in front of her so that his body was facing her. He frowned. “I’m pissed.” he said, firmly yet calmly. 

Marley didn’t think she had ever been more happy to hear the sound of her front door opening. The second she heard his footsteps her body relaxed, her muscles becoming less rigid as she sat against the wall. It wasn’t often that the girl cried but as soon as he called her name she could feel her eyes start to sting. She blinked, unable to look at him as he sat in front of her. Her head nodded slowly, eyes welling. “I know,” She managed to croak out, her voice hoarse from all the screaming. “I know you are and you have every right to be.” Her gaze moved from the floor and focused on the boy in front of her, face blank. She bit her bottom lip, not sure what to say. Truth be told, Marley had no fucking clue what had happened. She hadn’t planned on disappearing, she hadn’t planned on going back to her old ways. It just sort of happened. “I’m pissed, too.” She said quietly, her head tipping back so it was touching the wall. “I don’t know what happened. I have no fucking clue and I’m pissed.” Her hands raked through the ends of her hair, a nervous habit she had developed. “You should get out of this while you can.” She said under her breath, hands coming up to rub her eyes, not caring that she probably was getting mascara everywhere. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this shit anymore.”

[marley-peters]

indiegoe:

When Aaron saw her reaction he immediately grinned. He wrapped his armed around the small girl’s waist and held her tightly. He swung her side to side slightly and laughed at her little screams. He voice sounded so familiar. Even if it was dark and loud in the bar, her hug felt like home and took him back to Rich Kids. Except they weren’t kids anymore - not in the slightest. “It’s me! THE Aaron David Heart in the fucking flesh.” he laughed, setting her down lightly. The blonde nodded to the bartender and made sure to leave a hefty tip. The young man looked down at himself and grinned, adjusting his suit with his one hand. “Yeah, don’t I look good as fuck?” he grinned to himself. “But you.” he paused, grabbing her hand and spinning her around. He made sure to get a full view of her body. “You look fucking amazing. Seriously, how have you gotten hotter? I didn’t think that was possible.” he charmed. “Well, if you’re older I’m even older. I’m a dad too.” he shrugged. “Old looks good on you though. I don’t know what old lady skin you’re talking about but whatever you’ve been doing it’s working. You look hot as hell.” he said, dragging out the word hell. Aaron followed her over to the corner, making sure to get a good look at her ass as they went. The blonde put his arm on the wall next to her head and leaned over her. He made sure to get close enough so he can hear her, but he was also starting to get a little drunk and the idea of going home with Marley was appealing to him. For old times sake… “I’ve miss you too, babe!” he said with a grin, “We were the best of friends on that show.” he said, sincerely. “Fuck that show though.” he laughed. It was great that they got famous from it, but Aaron went through hell and back with everything the producers threw at him and his friends.

“I will drink to that!” She said, raising her glass in the air to clink against his before taking a drink. “I was starting to think you died or something, since I never hear from you.” Her eyes narrowed at him in a joking manner, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She couldn’t blame him for not always keeping in touch, she knew he was a busy man --- what, with a kid and a booming business. Her head tipped back as she laughed at his response, hair flipping over her shoulder as he spun her around. Of course, her dress was tight, hitting just under the knee. The amount of time she spent at the gym clearly showed and she did know it, but a compliment here and there never hurt anyone. “I guess I’ve aged gracefully, then.” She said with a wink. “How is Destiny doing? I haven’t seen her in years, I miss the little goober, although I guess she’s not so little anymore.” The girl nodded and rolled her eyes at the mention of Rich Kids. Sure, it had gotten her to where she is now but it had also been some of the worst years of her life: constantly slut shamed, hit by a car and put into a coma, falling in love with the very boy that stood in front of her only to be turned down because he loved another girl, losing a child. “Seriously, fuck it. I’m grateful for it, though. I don’t know where I’d be right now if all of that shit hadn’t happened to me. Probably dead, to be honest.” She took another sip from her drink, twirling the star around to mix it up. “Look at you now, though.” She said, poking him in the chest. “Did you ever think you’d find yourself here in life?” 

[marley-peters]

indiegoe:

Aaron had invited some of his Italian colleges out to a new bar he had been looking to buy. It was his first night going to the bar, but it had attracted many celebrities and rich people and he knew this was the new bar he should buy. He wanted to turn it into more of a night club with a huge dance floor in the middle and a car surrounding it. He had had a lot of time to focus on work lately. He hadn’t dated anyone since he broke up with Aria years ago and he was back to living the bachelor life. Of course, he still had Destiny who was staying with her mom this week. He was the only love he would ever need. Aaron was sitting up in the VIP spot with a whiskey in his hand when he noticed a familiar face. Smiling to himself, he excused himself from the group for a moment and made his down to the bar where she was seated. He tapped on the girl’s shoulder lightly and when she didn’t turn around he said “Well, well, well if it isn’t Marley Peters - the woman of my dreams.” his lips curled up into a smirk.

The second she heard his voice she spun around, nearly knocking over her own drink and the people’s drinks that were on either side of her. “No fucking way!” She screamed, launching herself at the boy. Her arms wrapped around his neck in a tight hug, legs latched around his waist as they swayed from the impact. “What the fuck are you doing here and why didn’t you tell me you were coming!” She said, finally releasing the poor boy from his grasp, feet landing soundly on the floor. She grabbed her drink and finished it off before ordering herself another, motioning for the bartender to get Aaron one as well. The dark haired girl turned back to him, eyes scanning his body. “You look better than you did last time I saw you, how is that possible? I feel like I’m old as fuck now and my skins like, turning into old lady skin. Fucking sucks.” She said, taking the drinks and handing one to him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the busy counter, walking towards a corner that was less crowded. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” She said with a genuine smile as she turned to face him, leaning against the wall. 

[dreamitallaway-deactivated20190]

[marley-peters]

@indiegoe​ // maaron

If anyone was ever looking for one Marley Peters, the bar was probably the first place they should look. All the bars around her block knew her face --- they didn’t even ask for ID anymore, they just let her pass, usually ahead of the rest of the line. Truth was, she brought the bars around here a lot of business. She had been on a reality show on which she was a favourite (mostly when it came to haters but who really cares when it comes to fame?) and she drank up most of their alcohol in one night anyways. It wasn’t rare that she ran into people she knew: old friends, old hook ups, old employers from her stripping days, old customers even. Most of the time it was older men, drunk out of their minds, trying their hardest to take her home. Tonight she just wasn’t in the mood to fend them off. So when she felt a tap on her shoulder she rolled her eyes and didn’t bother to turn around, just took a sip of her whiskey and continued to look straight forward. “Can I help you?” She asked, barely audible over the loud music. 

[marley-peters]

@indiegoe​ // larley

In typical New York fashion, it was a dreary spring night. The pitter patter of the rain could be heard above the soft music echoing throughout Marley’s penthouse; the dark haired girl had found a random rainy day playlist on Spotify and let it play, mindlessly humming along as she stared at her ceiling. The current weather was an accurate representation of how she felt --- drained, gloomy, grey. She had just recently returned home after a few weeks on a random bender, filled with a fuck ton of shrooms and even more wine, and was happy to finally be back in the comfort of her own home. However, the second her feet had crossed over the threshold of her penthouse, she knew reality was due to fuck her eventually. Logan hadn’t been too happy, which she guessed was understandable. A long, dramatic, and very loud fight ensued. Bottles were smashed, a night stand was broken, and noise complaints were submitted to the front desk. The whole thing was a blur to Marley --- all she knew was that she was now alone, glass was scattered all across her floor, and she was sad and tired. After a long inner battle with herself, she picked up her phone and typed out a text, swallowing her pride as she did so. Lo, come back. This is stupid, just come back. With a shaky thumb, she pressed send and continued to stare at her ceiling, waiting for any type of response. 

[indiegoe-blog]

Logan reached his arm around her butt and squeezed her ass playfully, chuckling as he did. Logan looked around the small apartment as they got ready. He really wasn’t going to miss it here, but he was going to miss the penthouse. It was more special to him than the many apartments he had moved to. The penthouse had went from Marley’s home to their home in a matter of months. It made him feel so…domestic. Logan smiled when he felt Marley’s hands wrap around him tightly. “I love you too.” he said turning to grab the bags and face her. “Like, a lot.” he mimicked with a chuckle. “Got everything. We don’t need to say goodbye to this place, do we?” he said with a scuff. 

[marley-peters]

Marley lifted her shoulders in a shrug at his question, frowning slightly. “You don’t have to, but this place has a lot of memories too. Lots of fights.” She said with a slight laugh, shivering at the memories. Although they loved each other more than anything, that didn’t stop them from fighting. Nonetheless, she waved through the door at the apartment as they left, a slight pang of sadness overcoming her. She would miss it - and the penthouse. They were their homes. Their homes. It felt so nice to think like that. As they made their way back down to the street, Marley fiddled with her thumbs as she thought about what was next. “You really mean to say you won’t miss it at all?”

[indiegoe-blog]

Logan loaded their things into the cab. The one thing he hated about New York was the cab drivers. He would prefer to walk over making annoying small talk with a man he could barely understand. The only time he actually enjoyed riding in a taxi was when he and Marley had sex in the back of one. But this time was different, he was actually going somewhere. A young, 15 year old, drug selling Logan would never believe him if he went back and time and told him he would be going off to Fiji with the beautiful love of his life. Logan rolled his eyes because he knew that Marley got satisfaction from him admitting she was right. “Oh but the more our neighbors hate us, that just means we’re pretty damn great at doing it.” Logan pulled out the keys to his apartment and opened the door up. He had moved out of his old place when he first started the show, but it was still a down grade or six from Marley penthouse. It was clean and Marley had forced him to let her put up a few decorations, but besides that it was pretty unpleasant. Logan walked into his room and began rummaging through his things.

[marley-peters]

Marley shot her boyfriend a wink, knowing he was right -- they were pretty good at it. Hell, their relationship had started with sex on an airplane so even from the beginning they were pretty damn good at it. She followed him up to his apartment, walking around the place slowly before making her way into his room and emptying out the drawers that held her stuff, throwing it into a bag. Marley had been around for the many places Logan had moved and even though many of them didn’t have heating or hot water, she still loved them all the same. This one was her favourite, but that was just because Logan actually let her put her own touch on the place, especially at Christmas time. After a few moments of looking around she walked up behind him and squeezed him tight, her head barely reaching his shoulders because of her short height. “I love you.” She mumbled into his back before letting go and grabbing the small bag she had stuffed things into. “Like, a lot.” 

[indiegoe-blog]

Logan narrowed his eyes jokingly. Logan recalled that Marley and Logan used to hate each other, and the first time they had ever slept together was during on argument in a place during the show. Now, he couldn’t imagine loving anyone anymore than he loved Marley. He was so certain she was the one. As Logan walked out with Marley and she closed to the door, he took one last glance at the door behind him and smiled to himself. “Swim up bar.” he repeated, turning his attention back to her. He grinned. “That sounds incredible.” Logan said, imagining him and Marley sipping drinks in a beautiful pool. “I know, I know,” he agreed with her. Logan searched for a cab in the crowds of people as he spoke. “That’s easy.” he said, pausing to hail the cab. “Break in the bed.” he said with a smirk.

[marley-peters]

She nodded her head curtly, the idea of drinks filling her mind and warming her heart. Although her drinking had gotten better, she still enjoyed alcohol. Probably still a bit too much, but she was working on it. She smiled when he agreed with her, glad that he was aware of the fact that she was always right - it was her favourite thing to hear. As they neared his apartment, her excitement started to grow. Adventures were what she lived for and they were so close to making their way to JFK and leaving for who knows how long. Her eyebrows shot up at his statement, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip. “Should’ve guessed that one.” She said with a laugh, turning into the entrance of his apartment building. “Our neighbours will love us right off the bat.”

[indiegoe-blog]

Logan laughed along with Marley. “Oh please, only I could do those things to you.” he continued laughing and then grew silent as the couple looked out the huge window to the New York skyline. Sometimes when Logan was alone to his thoughts he would think about life without Rich Kids. He would be poor and working as hard as he possibly could to help his mother. He never would have become best friends with Xavier and never would have had the privilege of knowing Samantha. His heart hurt thinking about the dark place Marley may have still been in. Logan looked down at Marley and placed his hands over her’s on his chest. He smiled down at her. “We shall.” he said, following her to the door and slipping his boots on. He grabbed both bags and stepped out the door. “Thank you, m’lady.” he said in the worst British accent he could possibly create. “You’re right too. This really does feel so right.”

[marley-peters]

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe.” She said with a wink, a soft giggle escaping her lips. How weird was it that two people could hate one another so much at first and then end up loving each other more than anything? Sure, it wasn’t the most solid start to a relationship, but look where they were now. The girl sighed as she closed the door behind them, tucking her keys into her purse and slowly making her way to the elevator. “As long as there’s a swim-up bar, I’m happy.” She joked, pressing the button to call the elevator. Before she knew it, they were on their way to Logan’s to pick up a few things. “I’m always right.” She said with a flip of her hair, carefully making her way through the crowd of people that flooded the streets. She lived in the busiest part of the city which often made walking quite the task. “What’s the first thing you want to do when we get there? We’ll do whatever you want. Scout’s honour.”

[indiegoe-blog]

Logan chuckled with satisfaction as his girlfriend rolled her eyes. “Oh please.” he said, putting an arm around the small of her back. “You’ve seen me in a lot less before and you still recognize me,” he laughed deeply. Fans and the paps eventually started following Marley around more than Logan. She was much more friendly than he was, but the paps always seemed to catch them on a date. It bothered Logan that he couldn’t take his girlfriend out without being photographed. Logan smiled apologetically. He watched the dancer move gracefully across the room. Logan knew that he could stare at her forever and never get tired of it. Logan had imagined growing old with Marley so many times; something that he never thought he could picture with anyone. Logan followed Marley over to the window and stood behind her, putting his hands around her waist and leaning down to rest his chin on her shoulder. “It’ll always be here for us.” he told her. “But you’re my home. As long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter to me where we live.” he said, staring out into the city he owed everything to.

[marley-peters]

She rolled her eyes once again, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Wait - it’s been you all those times?” She joked, her head tipping back slightly as she laughed. The girl leaned her head against his as he rested his chin on her shoulder, not speaking for a moment. Had it not been for New York, she never would have met Logan. Or Aaron or Marissa. Had she not joined Rich Kids, she would have just been another girl in the big city trying to make her dreams come true, eventually leading to alcoholism and probably a few STD’s. She turned around, resting her hands against his chest. “You’re right.” She said, slipping out from underneath him towards the door. “Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” Marley slipped on a pair of shoes and her own leather jacket, holding the door open for him. “I don’t know what the hell we’re doing but I know it’s right.”