just the way you are --- BROOKE

[samuel myron idoni]

don't know what you need ,

sam woke up with a pounding headache. he had to lay off the whiskey. everything about this morning was already something he didn't want to be apart of. he loved drinking, it was one of his favorite past times, but he definitely didn't want to deal with the pounding headaches in the morning. the shades in the room were wide open and he squinted his eyes as he tried to look around. he couldn't do it. assuming he was in his room, he got out of bed and tried to navigate like he would if he were in his apartment back home. but he ran into something just trying to get out bed. "ughhhh," he moaned, holding his head trying to make the pain stop. he finally got his eyes open enough where he could see, and he saw white sheets. white? his sheets weren't white. oh well. he got up and navigated to the big balcony window and drew the shade. finally, some darkness. his headache stopped screaming in agony and just fell to a quiet murmur. that was something he could deal with. the blaring sun in his face he could not deal with. not even a little bit.

he went to the edge of the bed and flopped down on top of it. it was hard and lumpy, and he was sure he heard some sort of voice. confused, he looked up at the head of the bed and saw a person. not just any person, but brooke cooper, one of the people he had been partying in vegas with last night. why were they in the same bed. he didn't know if they had slept together or not, but this situation in general was just really awkward for him. passing it off, he went to the other side of the bed and laid back down, hoping that he could catch some sleep. yeah it was kind of weird that he was in a bed with one of his good friends, but you know. shit happens. sometimes you sleep with friends and sometimes you wake up in the morning and you can't remember it. it didn't matter because in the end, everyone died. that's how the world worked. he started to push against brooke, trying to get more room on his side of the bed. he curled underneath the sheet and sighed happily as he dozed off to sleep for a little bit.

then he got pushed out of the bed. well, he didn't know if he was pushed or if he fell out, but the noise made a big bang. if anyone where still sleeping, they surely would've been woken up by that. his headache started pounding again, and he saw a brooke sitting there awake. he didn't know when she woke up, but he knew that she had woken up while he was sleeping. but was she the culprit of him falling off the bed? "did you push me off the bed?" he asked in a soft voice so that he didn't hurt his head even more than he thought he could. although he didn't know why they were in the same bed, that didn't mean he had to act like it was a big deal. they were drunk, no one knew what happened. except for probably their friends. but he would find out soon enough what would happen.

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @caution

[brookella brianna cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework Brookella woke up and groaned loudly. She propped herself up and looked around. shit she thought, where the hell was she? Oh yeah....Vegas, the city of dreams....no wait that was Hollywood. The city of sin. Well that would make sense, she felt like shit right now. ughhhh she put her head in her hands and groaned again, it took another couple of seconds to realise that she had shared the bed with someone. Not just anyone, Sam....Sam Idoni, one of her good friends. Okay so that was kinda weird...sure she had hooked up with friends before but it was often planned and not some drunken hook up...wait, had they actually slept together or just slept together, there was a difference. She moved the hair from her face and tried to think back to the previous night, but her mind was blank from the point where she’d been dancing on the tables and downing tequila shots. what the fuck she swore loudly. She then noticed Sam budging up more and pushing her, anger got the best of her and she pushed him right off the bed. At least then she would have his attention and they could try and figure out what had happened together, try being the word to exaggerate because she had no idea if they could. Well if not then she would ask their friends. They had been with a bunch of people, surely one of them could explain everything that was going on and everything else. That had to be the answer. Yes actually I did she said in answer to her question whether she had pushed him off the bed. She kind of wanted to yell but her head hurt too much. She rolled her eyes and offered her hand to get him up, even if he didn’t need her to, at least she offered. She wanted to figure this whole mess out. She didn’t think that he would remember much more than her, but maybe they remembered different things, she hated not remembering things she’d done from the night before, but she didn’t blank out that often thank god. She usually remembered the stupid shit she did. at least your wearing boxers she commented then again, that could mean nothing she shrugged do you remember ANYTHING from last night? she asked him hopefully. Well he probably didn’t, they both seemed pretty hungover. Oh god, she didn’t believe that she’d ever been this hung over in her life, and that was saying something. She had been hungover loads of times but not once had she felt like this. Then again, this was vegas and people often did all sorts of crazy shit, which she would soon find out that applied to her as well. She wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it though, waking up with a friend, okay it was weird but she wasn’t the kind of person who would freak out about it, it just wasn’t her style. She’d had one night stands with strangers....well she had done only once or twice, that was when she freaked out a little. At least she knew the guy well enough, that was a good start. She looked around the room and found her purse on the floor, then went to get her phone out and saw that she had a message from one of her friends what happened to you guys last night? I mean I gotta say....i’ve seen some crazy shit, this is Vegas but didn’t think you would do that....then again isn’t there usually always some couple who get married in Vegas? Call me! Married? Brooke muttered to herself, then she looked over at Sam and shook her head oh fuck no.... she looked down at her finger and saw some cheap looking gumball machine ring on that finger fuck fuck fuck! she swore again. She vaguely remembered something of the sorts. Sam, get up, we seriously need to talk she said and threw one of the throw pillows at him. God, this was so not how her wedding night should have been like, she almost felt like crying. She had always planned with her best friend how her wedding would be, since they were thirteen years old, she always wanted a perfect dress, she’d had it all planned up to the very last thing, and up to date as well.....this was so not the way she had planned things. How would she tell her other friends? Her brother and sister? Oh god, her parents....they were in deep shit and she didn’t know how to dig themselves out of this one. come on let your colours burst tagged sam words 765muse awesome notes ♥ credits irisheyes of C.20

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[samuel myron idoni]

don't know what you need ,

brooke had answered his question. that was all he needed. he pulled the covers off the bed and grabbed a pillow and curled up on the floor. he needed some more sleep to get this damn headache to go away. it wasn't too bad, he didn't usually get headaches, but when he drank lots of whiskey, there was a problem. he had blacked out, and it wasn't fun. he couldn't remember anything. he was going to try and sleep it off. he hoped it would work. he had never tried it, obviously, but if it did work, then he would have something to tell brooke to try and get her hangover to go away. she definitely had one, since she had more than he had. he tried to get cozy, as cozy as he could on the hotel room floor. finally finding a comfy spot, he let his eyes close as he tried to drift back off into dream world. he was as spacious sleeper, so sleeping on the floor was something that was fine with him. he could have as much space as he wanted without getting pushed off the bed again.

as he had just started to drift off, and after hearing brooke talk to herself, he felt a pillow hit his head. "what the hell brooke?" he said, popping up and climbing on the bed, taking his pillow with him as well as the one that was thrown at his head. "i mean, i know that sleeping together is unreasonable, but do you really need to throw a pillow at my head?" he asked. then she said that they needed to talk. "why do we need to talk?" he asked. there wasn't a reason in his mind. he grabbed his phone off of the counter and looked at it. dudeee! please tell me you tapped that last night! i mean, you are married after all. married. he had to be joking. dude. i'm not married. he typed back. and in a jiffy there was another response. yes you are. look at your hand. sam looked at his hand and his eyes were set on a semi-shiny ring that was in the same place as a wedding ring would go. in fact, it kinda looked like a wedding ring. then he looked at brooke, and she had a ring on that finger too. hers was cheap, just like his. and they matched.

"brooke. we got married last night? are you kidding me? why. what?" he asked, "but i it really that bad to be married to me?" he moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her to try and console her. he didn't like that she was upset. and if she didn't want him to hold her, she could push him away, but he'd at least try. yes, he loved her. no, it wasn't like that. and yes they were legally married. he didn't believe in divorce either, but that was not something he was going to bring up in a situation like this. his family would be ashamed if they found out he got married and then was getting a divorce. it wasn't like him, it wasn't like he was taught, and it wasn't part of his family values. they needed to discuss this, becuase this was going to be a looong time being together.

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @caution

[brookella brianna cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework Brooke scoffed at his comment at them sleeping together being ‘unreasonable.’ She did not appreciate that at all. Okay they were friends, but still....god. Oh please, if we had slept together you would know, and you certainly would remember it. And for the record, it certainly wouldn’t have been ‘unreasonable' she said. Using the air quotes. trust me she said with a smug smile on her face. She watched as he went to get his phone, he probably had a similar message from someone, saying the same shit that she had heard. She couldn’t even begin to believe that this was happening to her. Why her? why now? Why had she done this? Okay even she couldn’t answer that question, but she would have loved to know the answer, whoever had it, if anyone had it. This meant that she wouldn’t even get a wedding party, or an engagement party. Ugh, maybe her parents were right, maybe she was just a screw up like she had been since high school. She had no idea how she would tell them, wait she wouldn’t, it wasn’t like they would care anyway....they already believed she was screwed up so what did it matter? In her opinion it didn’t matter either way, she just wished her parents didn’t see her as such a disappointment when she had done well in school and was doing well in college. Just because she hadn’t gotten the grades they wanted her to get and done the major THEY wanted her to do, it was fucked up in her opinion. She looked down at the ring again and sighed. She hated that this had happened. But then again, at least she knew the guy. That really didn’t help, but it would be the reaction of a few of her friends....their friends. Yes, she was quite sure that some of them, a lot of them would find it pretty funny. I mean they made a movie about it didn’t they? And there was the friends episode. If it hadn’t happened to her, Brooke would probably find it funny too, but it HAD happened to her and she DIDN’T find it funny, not one bit. Though she was a hypocrite, she didn’t even care, since she had bigger, more important things to worry about right now. uh yeah she said in a ‘you’re really asking me that?’ tone. Do you really think I would kid about something like this? she snapped at him. Why? I don’t know, do you think I would be asking those kind of questions if I knew them myself? she said and rolled her eyes. They really shouldn’t let people get married when they are that drunk she said in a matter of fact, know it all tone. She was forgetting the fact that it was Vegas, and no one stopped anyone from doing anything in Vegas. She went over and sat on the bed, pulling one of the pillows close to her and cuddling it for comfort. She couldn’t even think straight because of her stupid hangover. She was never drinking again, of course though, this was Brooke and that was easier said than done. She looked at him with a shocked expression when he said the last bit. Wait, did she hear that right? Did he just ask if it was really that bad? Okay now she was mad...no wait more than mad, she was FUMING. Are you kidding me? she still couldn’t believe was he had said. She brushed him off her and stood up, not caring that she still wasn’t dressed and was only in her underwear. I’ve been planning my wedding day with Chelsea since I was thirteen, and it sure as hell didn’t involve Vegas she went on. She then started to feel tears, okay she did want comforting and her voice softened it’s not you that I don’t like the idea of being married to, its anyone she said looking down and picking at her nails. I’m twenty years old, and married to a guy I don’t even love she said. I mean, I love you, but I’m not IN love with you, y’know? she said shuffling closer to him and resting her head on his shoulder. so I know i’m not the commited type now, but someday I really did want to settle down, I guess now I won’t get a chance she said. Wait no, we do....we’ll just get a divorce! she smiled No one has to know she nodded. Ugh wait, nothing was secret in Miami, who was she kidding? Did she really want to be divorced from a marriage that had been a drunken mistake? Well she didn’t want to be married! Plus would it really be that easy to get a divorce if they explain how it happened? It probably wouldn't even be granted. She didn’t even know what she wanted, but if they were going to do this marriage and stick it out she didn’t know what she was going to do about other things either. That meant no friends with benefits, no hook ups.....no sex. come on let your colours burst tagged sam words 832muse awesome notes ♥ credits irisheyes of C.20

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[samuel myron idoni]

don't know what you need ,

sam didn't respond to anything that she was saying to anything she had said to him after. she was just being bitter, getting angry for no reason. this really wasn't the worst thing that could've happened. they all could've gone to the hospital for alcohol poisoning. that would've been much worse. and to think that she wasn't in a mind set like that bewildered him. she was so stuck in the negative. he understood. though, he didn't plan his wedding from when he was, whatever age. he didn't even care if he had a wedding. so this was perfect for him. except for maybe the bride. she was a little... well... they were friends, he couldn't deny that. but he never felt an attraction towards her, or a romantic interest. she was really outspoken, always letting people know what she was thinking, feeling, and she had a past that he had no idea about. only that she indeed had a past. granted, she didn't know much about his past either. he didn't really have anything traumatic to tell though. he had a pretty normal life, there wasn't much wrong with him. and there was nothing that he could remember that would be life altering, and he was grateful for that, since other people weren't so lucky.

then she mentioned divorce. and he caught his breath slightly, but let it return to normal just shortly after. he didn't believe in divorce, though she didn't know that. he believed in one marriage, and if you made a mistake the first time, well that was your own fault, wasn't it? he didn't believe in two marriages. just one. and that was all he was going to have in his lifetime. even if that meant a marriage that was done in vegas and neither party were wiling if they were sober, but it happened, and he had to tell that to brooke without her freaking out. there was no way she was going to take this well, and he knew that. so he braced himself for impact. "uh, brooke," he said, "i, uh," he was stuttering, "i don't really believe in divorce." he waited, hoping that if she was going to hit him, she was going to be kinda light, since he still had that hangover that was impairing anything from being less painful. and if she hit him, he knew that it would just be even worse than if he didn't have a hangover and she punched him in the head full force. he could take a punch, but he couldn't do a hangover well. that showed how much of a man he really was.

"now, please don't be upset. it's just, i was raised with one marriage. that's how my parents live and that's how they raised me to live. and i refuse to divorce you. i wouldn't have done this to either of us sober. but this is real and we need to work through it," he said, hoping that maybe what he was saying could try and calm her down. "i'll give you your dream wedding, and i'll get you a dream ring. i just. i can't divorce you. a marriage is a marriage, and even if we don't love each other, we can learn to love each other right? we can work through this." he had a feeling that she wouldn't hear him out. and that she would press for a divorce. but if his parents ever found out, they'd be really disappointed in him. he couldn't have that. his parents were his only friends. and his brother, but well, that was different. he pleaded in his head, hoping that he she would understand where he was coming from, and why he couldn't do it. why he couldn't go through a divorce. she could care about him right? even just a little bit, about this beliefs to not make him go through this?

Bitter.Sweet.Sundown. @caution

[brookella brianna cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework Brooke huffed as he wasn’t answering anything that she was saying, she didn’t like being ignored. Okay, so she got that it could be worse, it wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened, but honestly she was having a hard time seeing it that way because of how she’d been planning everything. Her wedding, she just knew it wasn’t what she had wanted and it upset her. She didn’t want to make it any worse than it was though, so maybe, just maybe she thought that she should chill a little. It was hard though. Guys saw marriage in an entirely different view didn’t they? She rolled her eyes. If she was going to have to deal with all this putting on the attitude wasn’t going to work, as much as she kind of wanted it to. She bit her lip, it was one thing to get completely drunk and do something stupid, but the stupid thing of getting married was on a whole other level. She didn’t even know what to think and her mind was still reeling. It was just hard for her to accept all of this, it would be hard for anyone to accept any of this. She had to admit though, even though they were friends, they had never really talked about each other’s past. As far as that was concerned, she didn’t know much about him and he didn’t know about her. Though it wasn’t like she had killed anyone, she just didn’t really want to commit to anyone, which was probably one of the reasons why she was finding it hard to accept, that and the fact that she was married. There was just no other way of putting it. She had spoken up about divorce and now she listened to him stuttering. She wanted to snap at him to just get it out but she bit her tongue. What do you mean, you don’t really believe in divorce? she asked him raising an eyebrow. You can’t honestly tell me that you are willing to actually go through with this right? she asked pleeeeease tell me that is not what you are saying she shook her head, frustrated and waited for him to reply. He had to be kidding, right? But then why would he say it if he was kidding? She sighed loudly, honestly not knowing what to say, but then he spoke up again....okay she would listen. How can you expect me not to be upset. Do you even realise what you are asking me to do? she felt the tears come again and looked up at him sadly. She didn’t want to be a bitch, or awkward but seriously, this was a big deal; it wasn’t something to take lightly. I don’t know if I can say that I can do that, it’s not something I can just decide in a second, you know? She’d tried to lay off the bitchy tone, but sadly she had failed. Your willing to give me my dream wedding, dream ring? she said surprised. I just..... she started. Love is a huge deal she admitted I’ve had a lot of boyfriends....or however you want to put it, but I’ve never actually felt that, you know? she said wiping tears from her eyes. And now your saying I only have one choice for love.... She was going to try really hard not to burst into tears, but really...there was only a matter of time before she burst. She was just going to admit it, he needed to know that he didn’t want to be married to her. You would be doing yourself a favour if we got a divorce, trust me she sniffed I don’t do commitment very well. she sighed again, all her emotions were coming out but the worst one was that she was crying, she was upset, he was expecting a lot from her. Please, just seriously take a moment to stop and think about what you are asking me to do she almost begged. He was attractive, yes, but it had never been that way with Sam. She knew that he probably would stick by his word, and she would have to just deal with it somehow, and if that was the case she would do. She would have to, but it would be hard, really hard. I’m sorry. If this is really what you want, then I’ll try, we can do it, but I’m not going to go about telling everyone I know, I’m not moving in with you, we’ll just take this as it goes, okay? come on let your colours burst tagged sam words 768muse awesome notes ♥ credits irisheyes of C.20

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