I could never rescue you
All you ever wanted
But I could never rescue you
No matter how I tried
All I could do was love you hard
And let you go
No matter how I tried
All I could do was love you
God, I loved you so
So we could fight
Or we could wait
Or I could go...
We could wait (Or I could go) || Brody and Maddison
Brody Weston, Maddison the girlfriend
July 15th, evening
Maddison comes home
Brody shuts his computer as he hears the door open. He stands up and moves to the door to grab her bag. It's been a long week and he's been pretty much ignoring Rachel and hell, everyone, trying to act as if everything was okay, but knowing that when Maddison came home, his relationship was probably going to be over. His best friend was probably going to leave.
"Hey, you're.." he takes in her appearance and frowns. "Are you drunk?"
Maddison grins and wraps her arms around his neck. "Hey, boyfriend," She raises to her tiptoes and looks over his shoulder. "Rachel's not here, is she?" She laughs and it makes his stomach hurt because it's not her normal infectious laugh.
"What, no. Why would she be here? You were supposed to be home hours ago. What happened?"
"Ohhhh, yeah?" She lets go off him and moves to pet the ugly dog that has been at his side the entire week. he frowns when she falls on her ass and laughs as she kisses the dog. She was wasted.
"Did Daddy take care of you? Did your new step mommy come over, huh, baby boy? Hmmm?"
"I thought you were going to come home and we were going to talk." He doesn't know what to do in this situation. He moves to the kitchen to get her some water, knowing that she'll probably have a massive hangover tomorrow if she doesn't start drinking some water now.
"What's there to talk about, Dee? You love her." The passive aggressive drunk fades into defeat as she keeps her eyes on JR.
"I love you too," He says, handing her the glass of water. She just looks up at him as if she can't believe what he's saying and it hurts more than it should. He's the one at fault here, he knows that, but he never thought it would come to this. She had handled everything else so well.
She finally breaks the eye contact and chuckles after taking the glass. She sips it before setting it down and they both watch JR start to lap at the water in the glass. "You love me too. Like that makes it okay?"
"I don't know. it's not okay,"
"You took Bombshell, knowing you were going to be playing husband and wife with her, Brody!" And there's the anger.
"You told me to take it!" He counters back and she raises her head quickly.
"You never said you were in love with her! I just thought you had fucked her, Brody. Don't blame this on me, don't you dare. This-this is... shit."
He watches as she tries to scramble up to her feet before he reaches down to help her. She smacks her hand into his chest, pushing him away, falling back on her ass. He steps back, watching as she curls her knees to her chest, giving them a moment to breathe.
Maddison rests her forehead against her knees. "You know," She says, raising her head to rest her chin on her knee. "All I could think about was that damn song on the plane. From that damn musical." She shakes her head. "I was so certain you were going to fall in love with that girl." She chuckled. "I have never been happier to know someone was a lesbian."
Brody doesn't know what to say, so he doesn't say anything at all.
"I knew that... after you got that Tony and we were still together that we were going to be fine. That we were going to get marr-" Her voice cracks and she moves on, living the word unfinished. "That we had made it and we were still strong and happy and..."
Brody moves to sit next to her, reaching to grab her near her calves, pulling her closer towards him.
"I didn't do anything to deserve this, Dee, I was..."
"No," He interrupts her, his voice soft. "You didn't do anything, Maddison. You were...you are perfect," His fingers over to brush through her hair and she turns her head, like she's going to kiss his palm, but he feels the wetness of her tears rather than the softness of her lips. "Then how did you fall in love with.... her?"
He just shakes his head, he doesn't have an answer. Not one that she wants to hear. Not one that he wants to give. She mimics him.
"I can't-I can't go back and... not know what you're doing here, Brody. I can't. I spent the entire week sick not knowing if you were with her an you're on that show and you... marry her and I-no."
"I can quit the-"
"It won't matter. I'll still worry." She sighs and pulls away and tries to get to her feet again, this time taking his help as she stumbles on her feet. "We- we can't do this anymore. Not while I'm gone."
He keeps his hands on her hips, watching her as she raises her chin, although her eyes are super glossy (from the alcohol or tears, he can't be 100 percent certain). She reaches out to touch his face. "Jaime."
"Don't call me that." He pulls away. He had never et her call him that before teasingly, because the couple had broken up. It wasn't a good love story, it wasn't something to aspire to. Even after the award when he was known for being Jaime, she had never called him that and now, hearing it just mad things way too real.
"Maybe they got back together, you know? The Next Five Years. Part two. When he realizes that girl isn't what he wants. That Cathy is what he needs."
"You really think Cathy would still be there?"
"Until Tomorrow," she hums as her eyes fall to his tshirt, her face losing any of the playfulness that had come with the sad banter. "I'm going to go back to Chicago to be with my parents until the show starts back there. JR should stay with you, but... I know you hate him, so-"
"I don't hate him, he's just ugly. He's still our baby."
It's the wrong thing to say, obviously because Maddison just breaks. He wraps his arms around her and holds her against his chest, silently. There's nothing he could say that could fix it. Six years. Years of classes, years of struggling trying to get on the big stage, eating nothing but ramen and refried beans... to staying up all night to write a Tony-winning acceptance speech even though they knew he wasn't going to get it ....to getting it. Years full of sprained ankles, broken toes and heartbreak and silly sign language because he was resting his voice. Years of never giving up only to...give up. There was nothing to say.
