Mya Moore

Making music, always looking for new adventures and new shit to buy.

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He saved his number in her phone nodding along as she spoke, “Not really, I planned on spending a little bit here. Better than the mess I left at home.” Devon cursed himself hoping she wouldn’t ask any follow up questions to his accidental overshare. “The guys will be fine, but I should at least check in with them.”

Putting his hands in his pockets he looked straight ahead towards the hotel while he tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. “So…do we tell anyone or just keep it to ourselves? The marriage I mean, our marriage I guess… I don’t know.” He mumbled the last bit to himself. “It’s up to you I’ll follow your lead, I just uhh…don’t want to make it awkward for you.” @kingkillmongerwrites

“I don’t think anything can make the situation any more awkward than it already is” Mya replied laughing softly to herself. She folded her arms across her chest as she continued to walk beside her unexpected husband and think.

 “Honestly I’m probably not going to tell anyone? The last thing i need is more judgement back home. I’m already under enough constant pressure to be perfect.”I might tell my best friend just to have someone to talk to about it but... then again she’s terrible at keeping secrets.”  rolling her eyes at the thought of how her family would react “yeah, I don’t know” she sighed then looked over to Devon remembering what he said earlier about not going home. “So are you just going to stay behind by yourself?”

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Devon laughed, “Let’s not let our sober selves get us in any more trouble Mya.” He nodded along as she talked, it’s not that he wasn’t listening he was just thinking, she still had to get from Vegas to well wherever she lived, but he himself was not really in a rush to leave Vegas considering the mess he’d left behind at home.

He snapped back to attention as she was asking for a to-go box, giving the waitress a smile as he paid the bill. He turned to Mya with a shrug “So, what now, I’ll walk you back to your room if you want? I guess…we can talk about this later? I guess we should exchange numbers…I’m not trying to ditch you or anything…we just don’t have any way of getting in touch.” @gleekywolf1x1 @kingkillmongerwrites

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The question of what now really stuck in Mya’s head, because she herself had no idea. He didn’t seem like a completely terrible guy so she didn’t want to be a complete bitch to him. The situation wasn’t completely his fault after all. “Maybe we can talk about it a little more while you walk me back” she suggested. “But exchanging numbers is probably a good idea too for now”. Gesturing for his phone she put her number in and saved it for him. 

The different moods and feelings Mya had felt in the last hour or so was almost exhausting. She was freaked out and partly just not ready to go back to her friends and home living every day putting on a front. “Lets get out of here” She sighed softly “I’m sure your friends are concerned, as well as mine”. 

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Devon smirked, “So you admit you think I’m cute. Good to know. You’re very cute yourself.” He sighed though knowing he shouldn’t tease her too much, they didn’t know each other that well despite… well all of this.

“It’s Lopez. Your last name is Lopez…well for now. We’ll get it fixed.” He cleared his throat, “Listen I know this isn’t ideal, and I hate this phrase so I’m sorry I’m about to use it but, it’s going to be okay you know? We’ll get it sorted out.” @moore-mya

Mya rolled her eyes at his teasing only to tease back “Well I guess that's how we got into this situation in the first place... Only difference is my sober mind can see a little further past the cute” she sarcastically smirked afterwards. “Lopez isn’t terrible... Mya Lopez, it fits at least. but yeah... its definitely needs to be sorted out” she quickly added.

 Pushing the rest of her food away, she sighed softly “I think I need a to go box”. The mix of finally getting some recovery food, plus the hangover and just needing more sleep stared to take over. 

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Let’s Talk || Devon and Mya

Devon was fine now, or for now rather they’d found something to eat. Burgers and fries, greasy and perfect for the hangovers they were both sporting. Devon was unsure of himself once again, he didn’t know this woman but yet he’d married her the night before. She was very beautiful of course but the whole thing from what they could piece together went from a very bizarre 0 to 100 quickly. As they ate he groaned, holding out his hand for hers surveying the wedding band, “Why is this ring so tacky? I assure you non-drunk me has much better taste than that. Not that it matters, but you can take it off you know? I won’t be offended I promise.” He went back to chewing on fries, before a thought occurred to him.

“Mya?” The name still felt weird on his tongue, “You don’t know what your last name is do you?” He tried not to smirk, it wasn’t funny; okay it was a little funny. But he doubted she even asked for his last name last night let alone remembered it.

Mya was slowly coming back from her hangover, the food was helping  a little but she definitely felt like just water and more sleep would be heaven right now as she was starting to feel sick. Side eyeing his question, she looked at him wondering if he was serious. “Of course I know my last name, what kind of question is that? I got wasted and married not..-” she paused realizing what he’d asked “Haha” she mocked “Very cute... I guess I technically don’t know what my last name is in this case. And I guess I could take this hidious ring off”

Mya pulled the wedding band from her finger and set it in front of her, "so what is my last name?  I mean Your last name” she corrected herself. “God this is so embarrassing” she sighed burrying her face in her hands.

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Devon snapped back, clearing his throat. “I don’t gamble much I stopped a while ago but apparently I did pretty well. “ He tilted the phone for her to look at. “ I think that explains how we managed to get so drunk. We went with the expensive bottles. Doesn’t answer any other questions but at least I know that I’m not broke. I’m just trying to figure out if we got married before or after this. Although I have to admit it’s kind a hard to think when I’m hungry so can we go get food? Please?”

Devon decided he was going to sit back down, there was no point in getting ready to go. Especially since he had no idea where he was nor did he have a shirt. He flopped back down on the bed. “ I think we should go rejoin our friends how much longer are you in Vegas for? Because we might be able to get this fixed as early as tomorrow depending. But right now all I’m thinking about is a cheeseburger.”



“I’m here for another night.” Mya replied to his question. She thought for a moment about his food proposal as well. She was also starving and now that most of the excitement from finding out what a insane night she’d had. Her hangover was starting to settle in heavily. 

“I’m definitely in need of some revival food too. I’m just going to go shower first” She said, as she gathered her things and made her way to the bathroom. “Don’t try anything sneaky or weird.”

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Devon took a few steps further back, he was torn between trying to calm her and making a run for it and getting out of here. But he didn’t know where he was. Damn whiskey! He cursed it, and this wasn’t the first or last time.

“Okay well first thing, I didn’t roofie you and maybe not say that so loud? Second this is Vegas I don’t think these are binding. Let’s just calm our shit for a second, and figure this one…and maybe get some food because I’m starving… but first thing Mya,” the name felt weird and heavy on his lips.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” He moved to pick up his phone. “If we can piece it together, we might figure out how this happened. Hey with any luck we won’t even have to tell anyone we got married let alone divorced. Not- it’s not- I’m sure you’re great I’m sure- I just this was a mistake on both parts clearly.”

“It’s only embarrassing if anyone finds out…” he tried to offer the realization as comfort but it was true. He scrolled through and found another video. He didn’t gamble either, he could obviously he knew how but he’d stopped years ago. But the video showed otherwise.

“Great and now to make it worse I’m probably broke too!” The video continued making Devon’s eyes go wide. “….Or not…”

As much as Mya wanted to freak out, Devon was being very reasonable and she realized she’d look insane in an already insane situation if she didn’t do the same. 

“Last thing I remember was venting to my friends about my break up, having some drinks... I do remember some dancing and... thats as good as its getting right now” she explained, although none of what she said contained any information to help them.

Not paying much else attention, Mya continued to scroll through her phone trying to find anything that could piece the night together. Without much luck she looked back over to Devon.

“What are you gawking at” Mya asked, looking at his face as he stared at his phone. “Hellooo!! Devon?” She shouted, strutting over to him in the process. “Did you figure something out?”

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Devon shook his head, he was hoping she could tell him, but it was clear now she couldn’t. “Apart from the drinking I can’t actually…I’m sorry.”

He turned his head when she got up determined not to look at her, holding the bedsheets to her body. She was beautiful yes but now wasn’t the time to gawk. With his head turned though his eyes located his phone on the floor by the bathroom door. He went to pick it up, hearing her speak but not quite processing it. When he did look at her she had her face in her hands.

Devon stood by the bed, giving her space. He would go but he didn’t know where he was. Checking his phone, he replied to various versions of “Dude where are you?” from his friends hipefully setting them at ease if they were awake and not nursing hangovers of their own. He scrolled through his phone, his instagram was clean no drunken posts had been made thank god. But seeing his camera roll? Different story. “Oh fuck me,” he whispered under his breath looking at the blurry photos, and muting his volume before clicking on one of the many videos.

It was him, with one arm around the girl that was currently sitting across from him. Both looking equally happy and equally drunk. It wasn’t until something caught his eye that he rewatched the video. Was that Elvis? Where the fuck did the two of them find an Elvis?

Running his left hand down his face he stopped. He didn’t wear rings? So why was there one on his hand? As another video played he watched, looking up at the girl on the couch and back. Was he looking at a thing that actually happened?

He cleared his throat, “I think I know what happened some of it anyway…but I’m really hoping I’m wrong…” he started the video over daring to press the volume button up two before handing Mya his phone.

Raising her head in attention to the sound of his voice, she stood up and slowly reached out to grab his phone, not really sure if she should be concerned by the look on his face or not. 

Letting out a deep sigh she hit play on the phone and watched the events of last night take place right in front of her eyes. “Oh my god!” she exclaimed, dropping Devon’s phone and covering her mouth in shock only to then finally notice the ring that had been sitting on her finger as well “OH MY GOD!” She shouted again looking at her hand this time. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, this couldn’t be real. How could this happen, how did her friends let this happen.

“No, No, No, you can’t be serious!” panicking and looking for her own phone, Mya rushed past the tall male standing there to find it. “I don’t understand how this could happen! I mean I know I got pretty fucking drunk but not get married drunk.....  you roofied me! that has to be it, you slipped something in my drink to trick me into marrying you” 

Freaking out even more now that she’d unlocked her phone to a ton of messages and missed calls from the time in which she assumed both Devon and herself had gone missing last night, to early this morning. She even found some photos and videos of her own, and a few snapchats of the two of them that’d been sent her way. “Why me? this is so embarrassing!”  she groaned out. 

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Good Morning?|Devon and Mya

Devon woke up to a light so bright it was almost offensive. Actually, it was offensive. His eyes were offended, and his head, god his head hurt. The blinds were open, just enough that just a bit of light was shining through onto his face. He should close them. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, going to close the blinds.

He was in Vegas, that much he remembered, he’d come with a few of his friends for a much needed guys weekend or at least that’s what they told themselves. Really it had been a shit week and they needed to go out gamble and drink, as that’s what they did. He closed the blinds, running a hand over his face. Turning around he froze for two reasons. One this wasn’t his room, and two there was a woman in the bed he’d just left.

He didn’t remember sleeping with her, honestly didn’t even remember her name. Devon was suddenly aware of the situation to an alarming degree, he was in a room of a woman he’d slept with but had been too drunk to remember, he had no idea how long he’d been out, but he was naked. His eyes surveyed the room looking for his clothes, finding his boxers and pants he sighed with relief as he put them on.

Phone where was his phone? He was looking for it, freezing when he heard the bed sheets move. He rose his hands up to his sides, “Good morning, umm I’m Devon…I- I was just umm…” he pointed to the now empty spot on the bed next to her. “But I’m going…don’t worry. You don’t have to get up. ”

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Immediately startled by the strangers voice as she awakened, Mya looked over to see exactly who was standing there and unfortunately she had no idea, other than the fact that he’d just said his name was Devon. 

It was obvious her girls let her get a little to wild and now she was laying there naked with a terrible hangover and with a random guy in her room. Quickly covering herself with the bed sheets, she didn’t know if she wanted to freak out or if it was just best to remain calm. “I’m, Mya” she said softly, returning the favor of the introduction “You wouldn’t happen to know exactly what happened last night would you?”  she asked as she began to get out of bed, searching for something to cover up with besides the bed sheets.

Scrambling around the side of the bed where she’d been laying, she’d been lucky to find her panties or at least she thought she was before realizing there were completely torn apart. “Are you kidding me?” she thought to herself, gazing around once more she found a shirt, grabbed it and put it on. The shirt was over sized and obviously his but in the moment she just needed to put on something.  “This is totally your shirt, I’m sorry. I can grab my stuff from my luggage i just needed to... you know” she explained. Taking a seat on the soft love seat by the window, Mya just needed a moment to collect herself. 

Burying her face in her palms, she let out a slow and painful groan.

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