Drink it all away(Christian)

[melanie]

 

Drama Queen...Crazy....psychotic...each thought, each word brought with it a fresh lash of pain far greater than the last. Each time when she started to feel like it couldn't possibly get any more, she always found a way to prove herself wrong... Maybe it was sad to let something like this get to her, but it had...hard. She had gone between crying and bursts of anger for the past hour or so. It was hard not to believe what had been said, because she was all those things...and on top of that she was a bitch. 

She slowly forced her body to move, ignoring her aching limbs as she slide off her bed, pushing her laptop aside as she did. Honestly it was hard to say if or when she had ever felt so badly in her entire life and to think it had all started over some stupid joke she had to go and make on Facebook. Well in a sense it wasn't the joke, more like the conversation that had followed said joke, but it wasn't like she was being technical. Either way, since that moment and after she had slammed her laptop closed...she had been totally miserable. 

Reluctantly, her gaze feel upon her reflection and she nearly winced at what she say. Her eyes red from crying, her face pale courtesy of just getting sick a few moments ago, she looked absolutely horrid which in turn did nothing to help her already fragile state of mind. Christian Davek didn't know her..that's what she tried to tell herself and that it was stupid to let him destroy her like this. Because he was...just a few simple words had been enough to have her world come crashing down around her. 


She felt pathetic and just overall disgusted with herself for the way in which she had acted. Maybe what he said  had't been exactly nice, but she had majorly overreacted. Then when she tried to listen, oh and the best part, she also ended up hurting her sister while trying to save her own ass. She really was a horrible person...a fact that sadly she was only now just starting to realize...either way, she just had to get out...preferably out of new york already. But because that wasn't an option so she had another idea in mind.


Before leaving her room, she made a small, almost pathetic attempt to cheer herself up and make herself look a little better. Of course not being in the mood, she had given up rather quickly.and after that, it was outside to get a cab...and from there, it took fifteen minutes fit the driver to arrive at her destination. Club 13, if she couldn't cheer herself up...making the pain stop was nearly as good. Inside, she didn't bother to even pretend like she cared a out anyone else. Taking a stool closest to the battender. Give me the strongest thing you've got...and just keep them coming..."

Simply looking at her, it was obvious she wasn't in the mood to be messed with and so instead of asking for an ID the bartender turned around to get what she had asked for. She sighed under her breath, Turing around so that her back was to the bar, at least she actually looked presentable...she'll was to try to have fun...to prove wrong all that was said about her. Of course that wouldn't mean mich of anything, if the person who had called her that wasn't hear. She wanted to prove it all to herself, but she wanted to prove it to him as well. That was why she pulled out her cell phone, logging on to her Facebook account, she posted one quick message on Christian's wal. Asking for another chance and for him to come down to 13.

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[CHRISTIAN DAVEK]

Christian Davek slammed his laptop shut angrily and shoved it aside, growling under his breath as he slid out of bed and grabbed his coat. It was the first time he could ever remember dreading going to 13. He always loved it there…How the bouncers and bartenders all knew he and Nate were underage, yet let them in anyway. He loved the dancing and the men and the women and the fun. Today, though, there was nothing but dread as he put on his shoes and slid on his jacket, quickly checking his reflection before heading out of the door, pausing long enough to let Stella and Stanley know. “Going to meet my stalker at 13. Her name is Melanie Emerson…You know, in case you don’t see me in a few days.” He laughed bitterly at the joke and shook his head as he headed out of the door. After all of the bullshit she had given him yesterday, he wanted nothing to do with her. But with the promise of getting her crazy ass off of his back for a little while, he could sacrifice a little bit of his time. Crazy bitch didn’t tell him how long he had to stay, so long as he “gave her a chance”.

It was infuriating. She was being psychotic, yet everyone else seemed to be on her side. Maybe it was an understatement, but anyone who dared defend that crazy ass was an idiot, save Elena. He could understand her wanting to defend her sister, and he actually liked Elena. She was easy going and cool and always fun to hang around. Of course, her sister was a drama queen and no matter what Elena liked to say, he was pretty sure it was Elena who was the sane one of the two. Of course, he was still irritated from last night’s FaceBook debacle and everyone from people defending her to making jokes about the whole thing just added on to his already dour mood. It had been bad enough he had some idiot slut he stood up a few months ago starting shit on FaceBook, but the whole thing with Melanie…Christian did not like it at all. All he wanted to do was have a calm night and some fun, which he had managed to have with Isobel last night. She had managed to get his mind off of things for a while, but it hadn’t lasted.

Hailing a cab didn’t take long and the drive to 13 was only fifteen minutes. He sighed as he stepped out of the cab and slammed the door, nodding curtly to the bouncers as they let him in. He wanted to get this over with so he could go home and actually enjoy himself. Watch an American Pie movie or something. Maybe he’d drag Nate out to a club later to pick up some hot girls to take his mind off of things…Or he could go alone if Nate was busy. He hadn’t even seen Melanie yet, and already he was making plans for after. Finally he saw her at the bar and walked over to her, sliding easily into the stool beside her. “The usual,” he informed the bartender and turned to Melanie. “So?” he said, turning to Melanie, trying not to be a complete ass right now and lose his temper.

No need for more shit to explode all over FaceBook.

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[melanie]

 
Think before you act…it was not something Melanie Christine Emerson. She was very impulsive, simply going off of the way she felt each moment. It wasn’t until after the fact that she saw her mistakes and the way that she should have acted. As nice as she could be, on the flip side of that, she was known to be quite the drama queen. That title was not something that she was proud of either, she hated drama, she honestly couldn‘t stand it. No matter how hard she tried though, it seemed like she just couldn’t get away from her. It followed her around like a lost kitten, to a point where at times even she couldn’t stand herself.

Sadly as much as anyone wanted to, you couldn’t just change who you were. She had issues, she had lots of issues, and she didn’t have the slighte3st idea how to change that. Melanie loved Elena with all of her heart, but on some level it was hard not to envy her. She was just so happy and care free and optimistic, even with all of her problems. Melanie wanted to be like that, though actually wanting and being were two different things. Elena and Melanie were very different, a fact that she simply just had to accept.

Her sister was so loved by everyone, and it was without any effort. There was just something about her; she naturally drew people to her. Mel on the other hand, whenever she tried, not just that really but everything, it always ended blowing up right back in her face. It almost made her wonder why she tried anymore. There were so many things she wanted to be, but she never could manage to achieve anything that she wanted. Being accepted was really all she wanted and turning herself into the most hated person on Facebook…not exactly the best way to go about doing that.

Drama like that…drama in general was not something that anyone wanted someone else to see. Yet she had been stupid enough to flip out on facebook. In her defense…it had been a rather touchy subject. Not that that or anything else for that matter was going to make her feel any better. She was now the crazy girl of facebook, over one stupid little scene. It was quite the honor, and she couldn’t possibly have hated it anymore than she did right now. Sex was a difficult subject for her…and that joke, she simply hadn’t been in the mood to take it as one.


She turned away from the crowd, facing the bar once again. Yesterday, she hadn't exactly been in her right state of mind to begin with and add something like that into the mix...well it hadn't been good, obviously. Melanie couldn't help but to let her eyes close for a moment, taking in a small deep breath before opening them once more. It was of course because the bartender had finally returned with her drink. It took quite a bit of self control on her part to not drink the entire contents of the glass at once. She instead brought the glass up to her lips for a small drink before setting it back down. She had every intention of getting drunk but being wasted in less than twenty minutes was hardly a good idea.

Simply because she hadn’t fully been paying attention for the moment, it wasn’t until she heard his voice that she realized he had arrived. She kept her expression even, no need for her to actually look happy. Ignoring the uneasiness in her stomach she first turned her attention back to the bartender. ”Just put anything he wants on my tab.” She explained; it was the least she could do for making him come all the way out here. Now that had been the easy part... ”I didn’t actually think you’d come,” She began, her gaze finally turning to him. Being honest was all she could do, and sadly she had a bit more explaining to do.


When the man behind the counter was far enough away where she at least didn’t think he was listening she started to speak again. ”Yesterday…well let’s be honest, wasn’t my finest moment. I was stupid and I shouldn’t have acted the way that I did. This isn’t something I’ve ever told anyone…not even Elena, but I think I owe to you. So you might at least understand why yesterday I wasn’t fully myself…It’s not very long, I promise.. She bite her lip, turning her focus to her hands which rested upon the counter. ”Yesterday..ten years ago, My Mother…well Stepmother was murdered..not many people know this..but I was there. She was raped and shot..and I couldn’t do anything but stay where I was and watch as it all happened..”

She quickly shook her head, a forced laugh escaping her lips. "I'm sure something like that wasn't what you were expecting to hear...and maybe it doesn't quite makeup for how I acted...but I just wanted you to know I didn't act that way for no reason." She frowned, not sure if it would help or not. She hoped it would, but if not...she'd understand. "And...now all the dark and heavy is out of the way..I need more to drink" She said, this time the laugh more genuine as she finished off what was left in her glass. Who knew what he would do, he didn't look all that happy to be here...not that she could actually be all that surprised. She supposed she would have been the same if in fact she were in his situation. She sighed to herself once more, brushing a loose strand of hair from out of her face. ”Maybe this does sound like really stupid. But I just wanted you to see what you saw, that isn’t me…Just give me some time, I bet I could change your mind. You know I can be quite persuasive when I want to be.” She teased with a smile.

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[CHRISTIAN DAVEK]

Melanie was having his drinks put on her tab and he wasn’t about to argue. Now that he lived with the Wilders he could afford just about anything, but he wasn’t going to challenge her…Not to be nice, not to be fun, and not to get into her pants because he didn’t care about any of those things right now. The only thing that mattered was getting this over with. He struggled the entire way in about coming here, and now that he was here he struggled between his two options: he could be a total dick and do everything in his power to make her feel like shit or he could be as decent as he could under the circumstances and hope to not have to deal with an angry mob over a social network in the morning. The former was tempting, but the latter would keep the following day drama free, just the way he liked it.

She didn’t think he’d show up. Christian snorted and shook his head. “That is the usual line, isn’t it?” he said dryly, shaking his head. Important meeting, one person shows up and the other says I didn’t think you’d show up. A bit cliché. There was no need to voice one’s uncertainties about the other showing up, especially for something so unimportant. It wasn’t a life or death situation and they sure as hell weren’t in any sort of relationship. He was the asshole who took her virginity in an elevator. And despite how much of a jerk he was for pulling that, she was the slut who wanted it badly enough to fork it up that easily. Beyond that, though, what connection was there for things to matter so damn much? It was her virginity…it wasn’t a proposal or anything. “Yes, well, it was the only way to get you off my back, wasn’t it?” he went on coldly.

Melanie finally began talking, leading up to what was supposed to be the reason she made him come all the way out here. He laughed in disbelief as she told her story, and shook her head. “Woooow,” he said, not sure if he should even try to believe that or not. Child watches step mother being raped and murdered. Yeah, because that happened every day and that was definitely something you just went around telling people you barely knew. “Am I supposed to feel sorry for you or something? We hardly know each other, Melanie, and I’m supposed to believe that? Not only is the likelihood of something like that happening slim, but I don’t know why you’d tell me. Even if it did ‘explain’ your actions. You know what, my father used to beat the shit out of me…my whole life…I watched him die…I saw a lot, Melanie, but I don’t use any of that to excuse any of my horrid behavior. I just embrace it,” he whispered, keeping his dark eyes on her as he downed the rest of his drink, nodding to the bartender to signal he wanted another.

Christian sighed heavily as she explained her reasons for bringing him here. “Why does what I think even matter? We slept together once. We aren’t friends, we aren’t in a relationship, we’re not family…Why does it matter?” he asked, honestly curious. He didn’t know why it was so important what he thought about her. Maybe she was like everyone else who seemed to care what everyone else thought. Being as he wasn’t too interested in what people thought about the real him, he never understood it.

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[melanie]

 

She hadn’t been sure what would happen because of this night, she was trying to make things right…to make up for how she had acted yesterday…But there was a slim chance that he would give her a chance. Really if he didn’t, she would have no one to blame but herself. Yes, what he said had been wrong, and she wasn’t the only person to blame, but she also shouldn’t have flipped out like that. Shortly after the incident she had gone back and reread the entire conversation and had been unable to read the entire thing without wincing quite a bit. If she had read the conversation, and it hadn’t been her…yes she would have found the girl to be crazy..That’s why she was trying to do this…because being labeled as the ‘crazy girl from facebook’ wasn’t all that appealing to her.

Of course he did show up, to her surprise…and she was more than happy about that fact. Despite how nervous she felt, she knew this would be her only chance to make things right again. Because if he got up and walked away now…as promised she would leave him alone for a while…which would mean that they’d probably never speak to each other again. Maybe they weren’t close or anything but that was something that she honestly didn’t want to happen…He was different, and he was interesting…something that could not be said about a lot of people. Certainly not around here. She smiled despite how cold he was being. ”Well I doubt you’d want me to say I’m happy to see you.” She said simply, her voice normal, not letting herself get annoyed with him, she had no to be.

It was stupid, what she had told him…it wasn’t something you shared with just anyone…but the story had come out before she had really thought about. It just felt right, and she was going with her gut on this one…no matter how stupid she felt. ”No..I don’t want that..” She didn’t want him to feel sorry for her, and she wasn’t looking for pity..of course the last thing she would have expected was for him to share something about himself. For a moment, she found herself literally unable to speak, she was shocked…beyond words over what he had told her. ”I’m sorry…” She didn’t pity him, or feel sorry for him…but she felt like she had to apologize…and those words, they were more true than anything she had ever said in her entire life. Just from looking at him, she never would have guessed a back story like that. Then again…the things that happen to people, it tends to define who they were…and who they become…Just from that story alone, she felt on some level that she understood him a lot more.. ”And here I thought my Father was bad…He’s never around but he cares…or at least I think he does. But..at least you have Danna now…”

By this point she had expected him to be long gone…of course if she were being totally honest with herself, she hadn’t expected him to show up at all. His dislike of her wasn’t something he was afraid to hide…and it was rather difficult to explain how she felt about all of this. When another drink was brought over for her, she didn’t glance in the bartender’s direction…she didn’t acknowledge him in anyway. This, right here, it required all of her attention. The conversation had lasted far longer than she ever would have expected and who knew how much longer it would be before he just got up and walked away.

She took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly as her mind continued to work. Why did she care….why did she care, the million dollar question for sure. And why did she care? Well she knew that answer but explaining it to him wasn’t quite so easy. She pursued her lips, obviously thinking about her answer. At this moment, honesty was all she could give him, it wasn’t like she had anything left to lose. ”Well try not to laugh..” She began with a faint smile upon her lips. It faded only a moment or so later as she shook her head.

”I umm…I don’t know how long you’ve been here in New York. But it’s a pretty superficial and fake place, at least the world that I’m part of. The people I talk to, my ‘friends’ and really everyone I know just writes me off as just another stuck up princess from Manhattan. Then there’s Elena, compared to her people think I’m a saint…To be honest, you’re not like anyone that I’ve ever met. You don’t seem to care what people and more importantly you’re not afraid to say how you really feel… and maybe your opinions aren’t that great of me but at least you actually have real opinions. Other than Elena you’re the first person to actually tell me how you really feel. And that matters to me because as stupid as I’m sure this sounds, I don’t want you to think badly of me…”

She felt stupid and she was sure she sounded stupid as well, but the truth was all she was going to give him right now. If this was the last time they ever spoke, she just wanted to lay it all out there. If she didn’t…well she knew that she would regret it later. Melanie bite down upon her lower lip to keep from sighing. In the silence, she took that moment to get another drink. She wasn’t quite done speaking but she needed to of course give him time to take in all that she has said so far. ”So…I want to make one more deal with you.” She sat up a little straighter, turning her body a bit in the stool so that she was fully facing him. ”All I’m asking for is another chance. Right here…right now, let’s start over. And if I do manage to once again prove to you I’m the crazy psycho girl I was yesterday. Well if I do, if you want me to, I’ll never bother you again..”

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