maycmatlin:
SHE KNEW THAT PEOPLE were worried about the situation she was in. It wasn’t every day in the Matlin house that a teenager’s boyfriend killed themselves. Hell, even Katie was starting to be concerned about the blonde’s whereabouts and more specifically w h o she was hanging out with. It didn’t phase the younger girl though. If things really did get bad, she knew that Tristan or Zig would be on the way fast. Unfortunately, Zig seemed to be around too much for her liking. Tristan was worried, she knew but Maya felt as if there was NOTHING that she could do to help herself. She had to let herself fall down the rabbit hole for her to find herself again. There wasn’t a lot of surprise when she saw the brunette step into the house. Immediately, she tried to avert her gaze from his. It seemed that no one UNDERSTOOD that she had to heal on her own, that no one would be able to help her. When he walked up to her, the blonde rolled her eyes a little and shook her head, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “Ziggy, I’m having fun here. Stop trying to ruin this for me.” She said and pushed the red cup towards him, offering him some. It took a few seconds for her to distracted again by the music. Pulling Zig to the makeshift dance floor, Maya started to dance on Zig as she lifted her arms over her head. “You’re gonna take me home tonight like having sex with me?”Maya said into his ear in a wonder filled voice. The alcohol was starting to make her body feel like jello on the dance floor and made her BELIEVE that there was only her and Zig there.
THOSE BIG, BLUE EYES were his kryptonite. They were the same ones he had looked into the first day of grade nine when he asked her to help him with a girl that he was avoiding. With all that had happened, simple things like that day now seemed like a whole other universe away. He knew in the back of his mind that he couldn’t change what had happened ( or what he had brought upon h i m s e l f ), but that didn’t change the aching feeling in his stomach on how much both him and Maya had changed, and definitely not in a positive way for the most part. He should’ve been used to her new-found antics by now, but he knew this wasn’t who she was. Perhaps that was why he continued to fight a battle that he knew he couldn’t win, not with someone as stubborn as a drunk Maya Matlin. “I’m trying to keep you safe,” he shouted the music, though his words were probably falling on deaf ears. Immediately his hand gently pushed the cup away from him, even though the smell of the alcohol and what it could make him forget was becoming a little tempting. No – he had to make sure he was in the right state to take her home; it was the least he could do. He tried to resist her pull, but being caught off guard meant that it wasn’t long before he was in the middle of the dance floor, not feeling the emotions that it was meant to evoke in the least bit, but instead continuing to try and grab Maya somehow as to get her to stop with the dancing. As she continued to dance, he surveyed the room looking for Tristan, but he was nowhere to be found. The only people he could see were either upper years from Degrassi or sketchy looking kids he had never seen before. He could feel his cheeks start to flush a little bit at the blonde’s next words, but he quickly turned his head around for a moment, regaining his composure and his straight face he was hoping she would take seriously sooner or later. “No… not when you’re like this,” he finally replied, however the last part of his sentence coming out in a mere whisper. The impatience was getting to him, and he couldn’t stand to see her this way. Grabbing her arm lightly, he leaned down towards her ear. “Will you at least go sit down with me so we can talk? Please?” He practically begged, not wanting to force her to go anywhere but hoping she would make at least SOMEWHAT of a compromise.
