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alessandra-sanders‌:

Alessandra’s face made a disgusted one, hearing his words it never left once. She knew she couldn’t stand that girl, and even though hearing him say that made her have it. “Well, good luck then honey. You can have her” she said patting his shoulder, “Actually you can’t, because I was told to stay away because Leo was hers. So you might have to fight for her” she laughed. Standing in the doorway she watched his movements, feeling his skin on hers for some reason her stomach fluttered, she wasn’t sure why. She stayed there for a moment before brushing her hair out of his face and following him into the kitchen, “Damn! Even hotter!” she admitted, as it sounded like a joke, it wasn’t. She always liked how open James and her was. Taking a piece of pizza she took a bite of pizza, “What about me?” she asked modeling with the pizza taking another bite. 

“I’m always up for a challenge.” Jameson casually grinned at her. This clearly wasn’t about Peyton, or whatever he name is, anymore. This was about them. “She’s probably nothing compared to you. After all, you’re a Bentley. His absolute dream car. She’d probably a beat up, Honda Civic. Without a doubt a fixer-upper.” Jameson rambled in an attempt to make her feel better about the whole situation. People after the ball had probably been so sympathetic towards Leo, not the girl who broke his heart. Al was clearly struggling too and that was something that needed to be acknowledge. “Beautiful, as always.” Jamie insisted, sitting down on one of the chair at his counter. He placed his slice in the box, lighting the blunt between his now unoccupied lips. “Do you believe in soul mates?” He asked her, puffing on the blunt as her lit it. “Super random, I know but I’ve been thinking about it lately.”

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Alessandra couldn’t help but smile hearing his reply. She was used to being with James and someone else, not James by himself. Knowing she should get up and leave his house she couldn’t, she couldn’t get herself to do that. “We are going to save that for a rainy day, I can’t do all that right now” she shook her head, not smoking in a long time, she was too high to complete that big of a task. Sucking on her tooth she shook her head, “It is none of those. It’s Peyton. I’m not going to say anything bad about Leo cause like… I fucked up with him. But that girl is a fucking bitch. She slapped me tonight. After my talk with Leo she came up to me, argued with me, then proceeded to slap me and tell me to stay away” she huffed, remember the moment started to wind her up again, “Can we smoke more?” she asked looking up at him. 

Hearing the doorbell ring she stood up and walked to the door then turned on her heels to look at him, “Then I guess we’ll both have to be shirtless. Only fair right?” she joked, slightly. Getting the pizza she put it on the counter before walking into his room, “It smells so good. You better be so glad I came over to help you” she laughed leaning on the door frame. 

Thinking hard, he tried to imagine Peyton but failed to. Leo hadn’t talked about her, directly at least. The boys often used code like: the Aerosmith t-shirt girl, or the banging redhead who comes into the shop, or the slut in apartment seventeen. It was very elementary of them but despite it all, they were guys. “I don’t think she’s mentioned her.” Jameson said bluntly. As Al ranted on, he looked at her in surprised. Usually the drama in Rosefield was limited to, you know, brutal murder. But a cat fight? Unheard of. “Sounds like my kind of woman, did you happen to get her number? I’m looking for someone to slap me in the face and disrespect me.” Jameson joked, taking out his rolling tray to roll another blunt as the door bell rang. At the mention of both of them being shirtless, his jaw dropper slightly as he watched her leave the room. Was she being serious? By the time she returned, Jameson had the unlit blunt hanging out of his mouth, ready to chow down. “I’m indifferent.” Jamie joked, sliding by her in the doorway, being sure to brush up against her as he did so. Placing the blunt on the counter, he snagged a piece of pizza and began savagely eating. “Am I still hot, what do you think?”

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alessandra-sanders‌:

Alessandra playfully pushed him before slipping the large shirt over her head. There she was, standing in his shirt, nothing else. She knew he was lying, but she knew this was a lot right now for him, and she was already babying him about everything else, she didn’t have to lecture him on that as well… for now. “Oh please” she started before running her fingers his hair, “You already love me” she said joking but getting caught up for a moment as she looked into his eyes. Blinking a few times she took her hand back. “Well, I’ll do it all, don’t worry. Cleaning helps me… stay calm” she shrugged, the girl couldn’t but bite her bottom lip watching him slip into his pants. She couldn’t help but scoff, “Oh yeah? Are you going to buy a ring for me, then throw it in my face, then run off with another girl? Because I’d rather not” she blurted out, knowing she shouldn’t have said any of that. “Sorry…” she started as she finally looked back up, “Come on! Can you put a shirt on” she said pointing to his abdomen. “Those are dangerous!” 

“Eh, I might.” A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked her up and down in his t-shirt. The attention probably felt good for her, he figured. Because admittedly, her attention felt pretty damn good, too. “Well, if cleaning helps you stay calm we should sulk together more often because the hall closet could use some reorganizing, too.” The smile hadn’t left his face in the minutes since he got out of the shower. He secretly wondered if she’d became aware of it as he became hyper aware of it himself. It wasn’t the brightest of grins, in fact it was pretty weak given the circumstances but her fought to keep it on nevertheless. “That just blows my mind,” He scoffed, feeling a bit scummy talking smack about his friend. “How do you trade in a Bentley for another car? She better be a Victoria Secret angel, she better be Margot fuckin’ Robbie.” He laughed tying the bands on his sweatpants as he did so. His laugh onto continued at her demand, shaking his head. “Sorry, you took the last clean shirt. It’s either I’m shirtless or you are.” Jamie shrugged, taking a few more steps towards her. “Up to you.”

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“Damn… I don’t know honestly. I need to start asking around to people that are single” she said with a laugh. She honestly couldn’t answer that. It had been so long since she went on a date, even with Leo. That was one thing she wasn’t excited for. Trying to find someone else, doing all the fake stuff people do when they go on their first date. Try to act perfect, not say how they feel, all the bullshit things. Alessandra was a very honest person, so she was not excited, not even close.

For some reason she didn’t even think of it, she was in barely any clothes. So was he. Maybe it was because she was so comfortable with herself, or maybe because the state she was in right now, but she didn’t even flinch. Rolling her eyes her head followed as she looked at him, “Are you being serious? Like is it actually dirty. Is there anything in this room that is clean?” she asked looking around with a laugh. Hearing him explain the shower for some reason made her upset, she’d never dealt with depression or anything on that spectrum, but she knew he did, and that hurt her. “Are you keeping up with your subscription?” she asked bluntly, it was the doctor coming out of her. When she unmade his bed she was also cleaning up his room while she was at it, finding his pill bottle almost completely full she knew something had to be up. Shaking her head she couldn’t help but gulp watching him step closer to her. Her eyes were also fixated on his, trying not to look back down at him again, “Oh, it’s fine! It’s not like I’m… naked, and you’re wearing less clothes than me so” she said putting her hands up. Alessandra continued to walk around his room picking things up, putting things in places, “Okay, tomorrow we need to have a deep clean, babe. This place… Have you ever used a vacuum?” she asked jokingly as a laugh followed. 

“No, that shit is clean. I was just testing you.” He shot a cheesy wink in her direction. At the end of the day Jameson was a goofy guy. Even in his depressed state, he made every attempt to make a joke no matter how morbid or inappropriate. As Al brought up his prescription, his eyes avoided hers. Had it been that obvious? Or had she found evidence of it? “Yes, Allie. I’ve been keeping up with it. I’m fine, with ot without it.” Jameson assured her, a reassuring smile painting his lips. Maybe he should have been more honest or perhaps she’d be able to tell that he was lying. Either way he’d try his best to snake his way out of a conversation about it. As the girl continued to clean around his room, he searched for a clean pair on sweatpants he could put on. Upon finding them, he learned to her. “Babe. First hot, now babe. Are you trying to get me to fall in love with you? Because in my fragile state, I just might.” He playfully smirked at her. He then looked around his room. Though a bit cluttered, it appeared to be pretty clean by his standards. “It’s not that bad. You’re just being dramatic --” He began, quickly slipping his legs into his sweatpants under his towel. Alessandra had been pretty dismissive of his flirting, and that was for the best. Shirtless, he tossed his towel into his hamper before sitting on his bare bed. “Leo might have been right. You’re making a great wife, doing my laundry, feeding me, making me shower. Remind me to thank him later.”

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Alessandra rolled her eyes, “Yeah yeah..” she said. It was unlike her to do that. That was the only thing she thought she would never do to Leo, or any guy for that matter. She’d never been cheated on and couldn’t imagine the feeling, yet here she was. Pretending to think, “I think some people may think it is a bit much for a first date, I’d definitely wait till the third date maybe” she said giggling along with him. Realizing it she figured she shouldn’t have said that for many reasons, but she wasn’t going to lie. “Yes, that is what I said. Don’t make me say it again” stating with a laugh crawling out of the bed. Wrapping her arms around him to hug him back she pulled away quickly, “No, eating a whole pizza is not the best, but we aren’t going to just pretend everything is okay. We are just going to sulk. but have hygiene while doing it. Yeah you need a shower” she joked. 

Watching James make his way to the bathroom she tore off his sheets and throwing them into the washer, hopefully to get the smell out of them. She knew he was going through some bad times, he was going through certain things that she couldn’t even imagine. Digging through his clothes she found a very large tshirt that smelled somewhat clean, unzipping her dress she let it slip off of her jumping a bit hearing his voice. “Fuck! Jameson!” she said not being able to stop herself from looking him up and down really quick. “I did order the pizza, it should be here soon… I think this one is clean? So I’m just going to go with it” she shrugged trying to put the shirt right side out. “How was the shower?” 

“So what do people even talk about on the first and second date? I haven’t be on a first date in god --” Jameson quickly racked his brain, thinking of the last date he went on. The thought didn’t come to him though, only thinking about nights spent bowling with Zoey. As Alessandra admitted to calling him hot a satisfied smile tugged at his lips. It wasn’t every day someone who looked like that was attracted to him. Hell, it wasn’t any day until this one. As she joked about needing a shower, he just shook his head quickly left the room. 

For a moment, Jamie hadn’t even realized Al’s lack of clothes. He certainly wouldn’t have snuck up on her if he had. But now they were awkwardly opposed, both standing barely clothes in his room. Was this happening? Or was this a high fever dream? “Good, good--” His eyes, too, trailed her body. He took it all in, knowing with would probably be the only time he’d be seeing her in this state. “If I told you it was dirty, would it stop you from putting it on?” Jameson said though a chuckle. He’d certainly try his luck, though out of his character. “Yeah, it was good. Lonely, dark, depressing. Wet. You know, the usual.” Jamie took his lesser lip between his teeth, taking a step towards her. “I didn’t.. know you were changing.” His eyes locked on hers. If he had any loyalty to Leo, he’d walk away. But his priorities were skewed. This was his best friend’s ex not to mention his, recently deceased, ex’s friend not to mention off limits. “Sorry about that.” He cooed, barely above a whisper as he gripped his towel.

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Alessandra followed his laugh, “Oh please. The cheater? Yeah every guy wants me. I mean” she said pointing to her now puffy red face, “Every guy is tripping to get to me” she joked. With an eye roll, “Seriously, James. Come on. You are so hot, well maybe not at this very moment. But you’ll find someone” she said playfully nudging him. As she laid there with him she was starting to relax once more, taking a hit of the almost out blunt. Looking up at him she listened to him speak and just that, she just listened. Knowing he hadn’t spoke to anyone else since everything had happened. “Nope” she said before abruptly standing up and walking over to his side of the bed, holding out her hand for him to grab. “Come on. We are not sitting here watching South Park, not only because I hate it, but nobody should watch this show that many times. You are going to go shower, I’m going to put these sheets in the laundry and dig through your clean clothes if you have any of those and find something to put on. Then we are going to go get two large pizzas and eat every single piece of them” she told him, making it more of an order than an offer, wiggling her hand once more infront of him.

“Come on, everyone cheats. It’s 2020, it’s a dating normality now.” James looked at her, puffy faced and swollen. He simply shook his head. From an outside perspective, they probably both looked like a mess. Yet, he was relieved that no one else was here to observe that perspective. “Thanks, Al. Do you think my ex’s murder investigation is dinner conversation? I have to get ready for my parade of women lining up to date me.” A dark chuckle surpassed his lips. Did Alessandra just call him hot? Had she always thought that? As he put the remainder of the blunt out in the air tray, he did a double take. “Wait, did you just call me hot?” Jameson questioned, in part because he wanted clarification but he wouldn’t have minded hearing her say it again. “Come oooon, you don’t want to see Kenny die of syphilis?” Jamie protested, tugging lightly on her extended hand. Al was right, he couldn’t just sulk. “Okay, okay.” Rising to his feet with hesitance, he sighed deeply, taking a good look at the girl.  She really did want what was best for him and despite all she’d done to Leo, she was still a good person under it all. “Eating a whole pizza does not seem like a good coping mechanism at all. Yet, why am I here for it?” Though he couldn’t have due to his lingering body odor, he pulled her into a tight hug. One that she probably hadn’t expected. “Thanks, Alley-cat.” The man whispered before disappearing into the hallway.

The struggle to take a shower was a very real battle. His depression chirped at him to just run the water to allude to the thought he’d taken a shower. It was too much energy to stand beneath the water. But he knew it was a hump he had to overcome. After much contemplation, Jameson ripped the band aid off and hopped into the shower. He let the hot water pour over his aching bones, feeling relief shoot through his bones as the steam rose. This wasn’t as bad as he thought. All he needed was someone to push him to be better. And though on the darkest of days, it’d be Zoey, he was glad he had Al there. After scrubbing his body and restoring the moisture to his luscious hair, he stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in nothing but a towel. His dark hair ruffled in its natural state as she snuck up behind Alessandra. “Two things: did you order the pizza yet and did you have luck finding clean clothes?” A laugh bubbled from his lips, tucking his towel tighter around his waist. 

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davetega‌:

            ❝ HEY HEY HEY —- ❞   almost as fast as the other had started panicking, david moved in closer, unsure if the other would appreciate any sort of physical contact right now, offering just the warmth of his hand on top of his, for now.    ❝ the police were there, they’re handling things right now. ❞   except, he had no actual idea if the police were indeed doing anything. as far as he knew, they had been pretty useless recently. he leaned back on the couch with a sigh, an arm resting on the couch behind jameson.   ❝ they, uh… they had four people hostage and… forced other four people to tell their secrets in exchange for their lives, man. it was so fucked up. ❞  

Desensitized to the other’s touch, Jameson just stared forward, chest collapsing just as easily as it filled with air. It didn’t take a therapist to know he was struggling. “Okay..” He breathed out, in an attempt to even out his breathing pattern yet hyperventilation reared its ugly head nevertheless. “That’s fucked, man... Did everyone live? Anyone we know?” His mind immediately went to the most important people in his life: Cassia, Gage, Leo. Alessandra had obviously failed to present him with the more serious details when she saw him earlier that morning. “Al came here after the ball. She, uh, didn’t tell me any of that. With all this shit with Zoe--” It was the first time he’d said her name and it struggled to come out. He leaned back against the couch, his knee touching the other’s as his head rested against Dave’s arm. “I’m starting to think I can’t take this place anymore, dude. I feel like it’s haunted, you know?”

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alessandra-sanders‌:

Alessandra was sure James knew about it, the ring and the whole thing. She was sure Leo went and told him everything as soon as he bought it. “I mean I guess… The uh, the killer took more people. And to save them people had to reveal a secret. That was his” she shrugged. She knew Jameson was on both sides, he was very considerate and open-minded most of the time. Her answer was mostly a shrug of her shoulders, “I don’t know honestly… I talked to him after it and he just doesn’t think we should be together… I guess because what I did” is all she said, she knew she didn’t have to rehash what she did to him that one rainy night. Quickly wiping a tear away, “You know I think you are the only person to ever say that about him? I don’t think I’ve ever say anything negative about him. I mean he is perfect” admittedly saying, it just came out and she couldn’t stop it. “Yeah. That is what I thought, but I guess I have to let it go now. I did create this as he made sure he pointed out, but it is true” she started before looking up at him running her thumb over his hand, “But I know you don’t want to hear about me and him, it is probably awkward. Do you want to talk about anything?” she asked, even though she was going through a lot she was worried about him. She may have lost Leo, but he really lost Zoey.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about being alone. Someone will scoop you up, you’re pretty enough--” Jameson said in an attempt to lift the heavy aura in the room. He took the blunt from her, taking a longwinded puff in between sentences. “Me on the other hand, look at this ugly mug, I haven’t got. a chance.” Jamie gestured to his face, a chuckle surpassing his lips as he huffed on the blunt once more before dispensing the ash into the ash tray. He passed the blunt back her way, shaking his head. “Sure, Choi is hunky and can cook like a dream. But, that guy’s been a mess lately and that’s coming from me.” He admitted as he absentmindedly continued to rub her back. It was  probably mutually soothing, the touch, their closeness. “It sucks --” James blurted, pretty loudly in fact. Sucks was without a doubt an understatement. Losing someone you love is an incredible struggle that no one can empathize with consider every relationships had its different complexities. “I’m just waiting, you know? Waiting for her to call and ask if we can watch Law & Order and make out. But here I am, alone. Well, technically with you. But, mentally alone watching the same episode of South Park I’ve seen a hundred fucking times. How does Kenny keep dying? I mean, really? What is cannon in this show?” Jameson rambled, his thoughts scrambled and unable to be focused on without taking his meds. His near psychotic break was probably alarming to Al, afterall Zoey was the only person who had seen him in this state. 

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Alessandra was slightly surprised James was okay with her being here, sometimes it was always surprising how kind he could be to her, especially now. Alessandra couldn’t help but let out a light laugh, he could always do that. “It is like a nonstop roller coaster that just wants to tear us all up” she stated with a shrug. Watching his movements she nodded taking it in between her fingers, sucking in a slow burn, she didn’t smoke often, but she knew right now she needed it. “Well, other than the fact my best friend just died… Leo and I…” she started before turning her head away from him. Even though she knew James through Leo, she knew him even more from Zoey. Steading her voice, “He’s done with me” she shrugged trying her hardest not to let the tears flow out. “At the ball he stood on stage revealing that he still loves me and still has the ring he was going to propose to me with, but after when we talked alone… He said we should never get back together” she said sticking the joint back in her lips, knowing that if she spoke any longer tears would be streaming out of her eyes and wouldn’t be able to stop them.

Jameson wasn’t too surprised to hear that Leo was planning to propose to Alessandra. After all, the guy was crazy about her. He moved across the country for her, traded a career of engineering whatever to slanging grease at the auto body shop. But, admitting all that to her now seemed a bit cruel. “Why’d he stand on stage and do that? That’s... humiliating. He better have had a gun to his head.” He joked, not wanting to hurt her feelings as much as they clearly were. “Well, if he still loves you, why are you not getting back together?” Jameson asked curiously. All he’d known since meeting the two was just that. The two of them, together. Getting to know them separately as people was admittedly a tall order. This was particularly the case if Al was going to come crying to him about Leo. As he watched the girl smoke her lungs out, Jamie placed a hand on her back, gently rubbing in circular motions. “Leo can be a jerk sometimes...” He blurted, a bit bitter about no one coming to see him except Alessandra. “Five years is a long time to just let go of.” He inhaled sharply, a thought of Zoey rushing through his cluttered brain.

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alessandra-sanders‌:

Alessandra stood in his door way once she finally found him in his room. He did not look good, it looked like he hadn’t consumed anything but weed in a week, but she couldn’t blame him. Everything going on she wasn’t surprised to find him like this by any means. Hearing his statement she couldn’t help but give him a smile as tears still hung in her eyes, still in her evening dress. Making her way over to him she didn’t say anything, all she did was crawl into bed next to him, pulling the covers over her legs and resting her head on his shoulder. “When will this stop?” she asked finally saying something since she laid eyes on him. Looking up at him she didn’t want to ask are you alright, obviously he wasn’t okay and she knew it, instead she asked, “Do you have any more weed?” 

Not wanting to acknowledge the tears at the welled in her eyes, Jameson rested his head atop of hers. Sure, he shouldn’t have been snuggled up with his best friend’s ex but where was Leo? Where was his resemblance of a fuck to give? “When will what stop, Cinderella? The pain? The weight of life’s insufferable problems? I’m going to go with never.” His pessimistic words probably represented how they were both feeling. The man reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a rolled blunt and lighter, sparking it between his lips. “My ex just got brutally murdered, of course I have weed.” Jamie announced, taking a puff before passing it to her. “What’s eating you? Normally, I’d let you one up me. But, I think I win today. Nevertheless, I will listen as long as it distracts from my pity.” A smile cracked through a bit as he sunk in their embrace.

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Jamie’s House | Closed Starter | @jamesonhq​

Alessandra walked home from the ball that night, heels in hand. After hearing Leo’s confession she didn’t think their conversation after was going to end up like that. She thought she would be walking home right now, in his arms, but yet she was all alone. Walking around amelessly she wasn’t sure where to go or what to do. Thinking back to the ball she thought about it didn’t remember seeing Jamie there once, knowing him he was locked up in his house high as a kite by now. Not wanting to see any other people she started towards his house, it was bad enough that her best friend just past, but now her whole heart crumbled. “Hello?” she called out not even knocking, at this point she didn’t feel the need to knock at his door. Walking fully in the house she looked around, “Jamie!” she called out.

The day had become such a blur but, somehow Jamie ended up in his bed. His home was currently his refuge away from all the Rosefield Ripper bullshit, sheltered from any news in Zoey’s investigation. He’d called her over a hundred times as his phone log would prove and as to be expected, no answer. With bloodshot eyes from both smoking and sobbing, he stared at the dim light of his television. His remote was somewhere lost in his sheets and he didn’t care to search, instead he remained watching the same episode of south park he’d seen a dozen times. Jamie’s attention was pulled away from the cartoon as he heard Al’s voice. She sounded to be struggling to, he could tell just by her voice. “Al?” Jamie called out, the loudest he’d spoken in days. As she walked into his room, he sat up and looked at her as she stood in the doorway. Her presence instantly made him feel a bit more comforted, even if she hadn’t said anything. “You look as equally beautiful as you do sad --” he began, patting the bed beside him. “I’ve reserved a special spot for a sulking party, you’ve come at the right time.”

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davetega‌:

          AFTER SPENDING HALF the night either locked in a public bathroom with gage, david was ready for a well, deserved sleep. he felt guilty from leaving the other alone in such state, but as long as he kept their ( not really ) relationship a secret, there wasn’t much the young latino was going to do. besides, not coming home would arise too many questions. so when he opened his apartment door and a wave of smells hit his face, a defeated sigh escaped his lips, the dream of getting more than four hours of sleep vanishing.    ❝ no worries. a dirty apartment is the least of my worries right now. ❞   after closing and locking the door, he walked up to the other while taking off his suit jacket, promptly flopping next to him. part of him didn’t want to tell him about everything that had happened, but it was better to rip off the bandaid quickly.   ❝ the rosefield freak was at it again tonight. i’m glad you weren’t there. ❞  

“W-what?” Jameson stammered, sitting up to look straight as David. Being off his medication had put him a bit on edge and it was definitely apparent. “Is anyone hurt? Did anyone die? David, did anyone--” Jameson trailed off, hands pushing through his dirty, unbrushed hair. In all fairness, the other man had no idea his words would prompt this panicked reaction. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to clear his cluttered mind. “How? Where were the police?”

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Jameson hadn’t so much as moved from the couch in what seemed like days. He was going through the motions: forcing his body to get up to use the bathroom, switching positions between laying down and sitting up, getting up to put water in his bong in the sink beside his stagnant anxiety medication. His grief was relieved to be so absent from society. He shouldn’t have been alone but the people of Rosefield had been too preoccupied with their only lives to pay Jameson Prescott any mind. David would surely be irritated when he got home to a messy house, reeking of pot and body odor, but the man hoped he’d come bearing sympathy. As Jamie heard the keys jingling outside the door and the doorknob turn, he turned off the television and turned his head ever so slightly in David’s direction. “Hey,” his voice was weak, eyes puffy from self proclaimed embarrassing fits of crying. “Sorry for the mess--” Jamie trailed off, barely having the energy to apologize.

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Avan Jogia as Ulysses Zane in ‘Now Apocalypse’

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The only craving that Jameson Prescott had was silence...

Weighing heavily on his couch, the shades been drawn since earlier that morning. The only source of light came from the setting sun pushing beams gently across the hardwood floor through the cracks in the blinds. Anybody who walked in would have immediate concern, hence why the doors remained locked. The voices in his head wouldn’t stop.

The air was thick with smoke, truly unidentifiable whether it was blunt smoke or from the cigarettes. It’d become a cocktail of all substances that did not soothe or comfort but numbed him. He hadn’t gotten up to take his meds today, though it’s what Zoey would have wanted. 

The only craving that Jameson Prescott had was silence. The distant hum of the fair taunted him, the screams of those on the rides making him cringe. They all sounded dangerously like her. She had promised to be careful yet here he sat alone. His phone sat idly on the table, vibrating every so often with the concern of others. Beside it sat the paper. Though the whole article menacingly stared him in the face, only one line held significance.

Zoey Jessmore was found in her car with an open phone, with one unsent message asking for help. 

Why hadn’t he been there? Why hadn’t he reacted more when she stood him up? Why didn’t he tell her he loved her the last time he saw her? He should have kissed her longer, held her tighter. Jameson should have protected her.

The pack of cigarettes he kept in his backpack for her sat open beside him. She’d usually yell at him for stealing one, or in this case half the pack, and for moping around. But Zoey wasn’t here to voice her opinions and she never would be again. He’d never be able to make things right. 

As Jameson laid back against his couch, his eyelids hung heavy. It could have been the endless stream of tears taking their toll. It could have been the high. It could have been the fact he hadn’t slept. But he didn’t have the energy to fight it. So he just sat. Alone, listening to the sounds of the distant fair though all the only thing he craved was silence. 

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Alessandra started to back away as she watched James start to crawl out of the water. “No!” she screamed cutely feeling her body get lifted up. “James!” she said through her laughter. “You are soaking wet!” she said still laughing as she grabbed onto him not wanting to fall. Trying to pull herself up, “If you drop me!” she continued trying to squirm up his body. She always enjoyed James, he was so much fun and after everything he could still have fun with her.

Still laughing, he gently place her on the ground. He hadn’t gotten her too wet, mostly in back of how tightly he was holding her. “You really think I’d drop you?” Jamie asked, eyebrows raised at her. He shuffled over to his bag that had his dry clothes as he peered over at her. “I totally thought you’d pussy out last second and not sink me but you did it. I respect you for that.” Jameson laughed, slipping his shirt over his head. It was a bit odd to be shirtless in front of his best friend’s ex girlfriend but then again sow as being friends with her. He slipped on a dry shirt, not bothering with his wet swim shorts. “So where to first miss? You lead the way.”

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Grabbing the softball as he tossed it she moved behind the line, James was a cutie, she couldn’t help but smirk when she heard him. As she winded up she threw the ball watching it hit the middle target, suddenly looking over James proceeded to fall in the water. Alessandra started laughing as she ran over to the dunk tank watching him come out of the water. “Hey!” she exclaimed still laughing, “I told you not to tempt me!”

Jamie was surprised when Alessandra actually sunk him. He wasn’t so sure if she was strong enough or that she even had the arm to send the ball at all. As water washed up his body, he rose to the surface, pulling himself out of the tank. Water droplets cascaded down his legs, pooling at his feet on the pavement. “Well, well, well,” Jamie took slow steps towards her before speeding up his footing, scooping her up and throwing her over his shoulder. His wet clothing pressed up against her as he playfully carried her around, unable to hold back laughter. “What’s wrong? You don’t wanna hug? Come on, we’re buddies!” He teased as she hung over his shoulder.