#|| Cravings || Maddox Lane

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tag drop: daisy lane

[alucywarner]

~♥ PRIVACY PLEASE ♥~

[Annnnd we’re back. Yup, she’s already in the car with Horchata. Yup, they’re already driving along. And yup, I already want to shoot myself in the face. She gave little explanation when she got into the car with him, and he didn’t ask for any, tbh. He just immediately turned up the music, because he knew that was his job. Yup. 

There was a ride of silence (speaking-wise) for awhile. It was uneasy, mainly because Horchata could feel it rolling off of Lucy as soon as she stepped into the car. He was confused, bet. Especially since it’d been a few days since she’d even said anything to him. Leaving him on read and all that good stuff, you know? He didn’t think he was in any position to ask about it, so he didn’t. He just kinda hoped she’d explain on her own. LOL. 

But all of the lack of talking, and all of the music that was much too much like the stuff her duMB BOYFRIEND listened to, became too much for her to keep sitting there doing nothing but liSTENING TO IT. 

So, just as she had done some other time before, she’s gonna turn down the music. And, again, just as before, Horchata is going to look at her confusedly. For a moment, Lucy just looks, because she’s not sure exactly what she was going to say. She sighs, and she rubs at the back of her neck, and she looks at her lap, and she suRPrESSES any and all feelings of guilt that might be trying to creep it’s way up her, because the only voice she can hear in her mind right now belongs to Carmen Rivera, and it’s not a nice sound. It’s yelling at her, actually.]

Please just talk. Just talk to me.

... About what?

I just-- the music and not-talking is too much, so just-- anything, okay? Just anything.

Uhhh. Okay. [Horchata has to think for a second, but honestly, let’s be real here. He’s actually super, super bad at his job of doing any distracting. Like, real bad. So his subject is going to be a subject that Lucy probably particularly doesn’t want to be on. But guess what? He’s going to ask it anyway.] Did... something happen? 

-- Why would you ask me that?

You haven’t answered any of my texts the past couple of days, and now you asked me to take you out somewhere. I assume that means something happened. 

[Lucy’s shoulders slump, because how was it that she was easy to read, amirite?] I just-- got bored... I suppose. 

That’s all? Because you seem too upset for it to be boredom. 

It’s nothing, alright? [Because she doesn’t want to talk about it. Not with you. Not with anyone. So stay in your laNE, HORCHATA, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.]

Alright. Fine. Sorry. You wanted me to talk about something, I figured maybe you’d want to talk about whatever it is that’s wrong... Sorry. [A slightly sarcastic shrug, because WELL.]

When I say I want you to talk about something, I mean anything not directly related to any problems I may or may not have.

You sure don’t like to talk about yourself all that much, do you? 

I don’t want to give everything away to someone who won’t even tell me why he’s in town, alright? Sorry about it. 

You want to know why I’m in town? I told you to ask me some other time, didn’t I? Go ahead and ask me now. My answer might be different this time. 

Fine. Why are you, a sixteen-year-old, alone in a town you’ve never been to before, and are sleeping in your car every night because of it? Give me the details~. I want it all~. [She’s being ever-so-slightly sarcastic here.]

‘Bout a month ago, or so, my mom told me something. Something big... important as hell, even. One thing you need to know is that I’ve never known who my father was-- not even an inkling. My mother never mentioned anything about him. I think he turned out to be a shitty guy, or something. But then, just last month, like I said, she told me about him. She gave me a name, and everything. 

And believe me, I don’t really care to look up the guy all that much. If he’s shitty, he’s shitty. I don’t really know that there’d be any changing that. But, I had to wonder, if maybe, just maybe, he’d had other kids, or-- ya know... So, I checked some records-- don’t ask me how I got them -- and would ya believe it? The guy’s listed on a birth certificate that’s not mine. A boy... I have a brother, or-- half-brother, anyway. I searched him up, and it turns out he lives in this town. I couldn’t find out where, since the address only lead me to some crabby-ass lady, but I know he lives here. 

So, I’ve been looking for him. And it’s been coming up shit, so I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna keep going for it. I can’t even find one person in this damn place that sounds like it could be him. I’m guessing it’s just gonna be a ~fruitless quest~. 

[Lucy’s in awe, because, wtf, what’s a sixteen-year-old gonna run off to find a potential half-sibling for, and stick at it for this long? What?] Well... I hope you can find him soon.

Yeah, same. But, like I said, M’probably gonna give up on it soon. 

Just ‘cause he’s not in this town doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist, ya know.

I know that. It’s just-- how long can I keep looking, yeah? The dude might not even care if I ever actually find him.

Aren’t you gonna end up hating yourself if you didn’t take that chance? Like, you’re always gonna wonder ‘what if’, right? 

It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been left feeling that way, Lucy. 

If you don’t mind having regrets, I guess that’s your prerogative. [A shrug.]

Sometimes it’s better to regret not doing something than to regret doing it, ya know. [Eyebrow raise.]

I don’t think I’ve ever felt that way. Well, not in the past few months, anyway. I’d rather know I took a chance at doing something I wanted to do, as opposed to running away from it because it was scary or confusing. 

.... You’re really smart, you know that?

I may have heard it once or twice somewhere along the line. 

You should probably hear it a bit more often. You’re-- You’re great, Lucy. 

You’re just saying that~. 

I’m not. You’re right. Regrets do suck. A lot. I’d rather regret doing something than leave not knowing what might’ve happened. Or-- let someone leave. 

-- Wait, what?

I just... need to do this, okay?

I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hayden...

[YOU DON’T HAVE TO KNOW, LUCY WARNER, BECAUSE HE’S ABOUT TO JUST SHOW YOU WHAT HE MEANS BY THAT INSTEAD.]

[We’re all about the surprise kiss here at Parrish Inc. Here’s what we all knew was coming. Because Lucy doesn’t pull away. She doesn’t. Not even. The Maddox copy has shocked her enough that she’s in a completely different world. And maybe it took till now for her to realize Carmen was speaking TRUTH when she said that Horchata was just the SMALLEST BIT like MADDOX BRAVO. But, despite Carmen screaming this in her head, she still hasn’t pulled back. Because, really, the attention and affection is all she’s been craving since that last time she saw her bae in person. SO WHAT DO WE HAVE?]

[And that goes on for, I’d say maybe another twenty seconds, until ya boy Horchata is maybe trying to maybe go further than what maybe Lucy’s mind was prepared to handle. AND SO, AFTER PROBABLY A GOOD FORTY-FIVE SECONDS, Lucy’s gonna push him away.]

Fuck... Fuck, what am I doing?

Kissing me? 

Shit-- shit, no, no, no. [She’s literally getting out of the car. She’s getting out of the passenger’s side, and Horchata is following.] She was right... She was fucking right. 

Who was right? 

[Lucy doesn’t answer this question.] That should not have happened.

You kissing me?

I have a boyfriend, Hayden! 

He doesn’t have to know about it. 

[The ever-so-common look here at Parrish Industries. The look of ‘you’ve just grown two heads’.] Don’t say that. I-I... God, I’m a piece of shit.

You’re not. 

I just kissed another guy while my boyfriend’s out of town! I’m horrible, Hayden! And-And you don’t even know me. I don’t know you either. That’s--...

So, why’d you kiss me then?

B-Because I’m lonely and confused and-- I wasn’t thinking... 

You didn’t want to think about any of that shit. 

I didn’t want to stop thinking about the IMPORTANT shit, like the fact that I should not, under any circumstances, kiss other guys. 

It’s not that much of big deal if you don’t have feelings for me, you know. 

Who’s gonna see it that way? Tell me. Who?

So... you don’t then?

I love Maddox, Hayden!

[Hayden stops, and he steps back.] Maddox...? Is that your boyfriend?

-- Well, yeah. 

[He looks shooketh.] I-- You’re right. Mistake. Total mistake.

What? Do you know him?

No. I don’t know him. It’s just-- you’re right. You love your boyfriend. It shouldn’t have happened. Uh... I should... go... home. Like, home home... I can-- take you back home, if you need me to.

... I don’t think that’s a good idea.

Okay. You’re fine? Walking home? 

I’ve done it before. 

... Okay. I’m-- I’m sorry, Lucy. I am. 

[AND HE’S GONNA GET IN HIS CAR AND DRIVE OFF, AND STUPID GUILTY LUCY IS GONNA START WALKING HOME. AND SORRY ABOUT IT, HO, YOU GOTTA GO SEE YOUR BOYFRIEND IN JUST A FEW HOURS. I’M SCREAMING. I HATE THIS.]

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tag drop: maddox lane