My attempt at a different writing style.
Chase/Cameron angst, set after the finalie.
R&R please, i would really like to know what you think, as this is my first attempt at this style.
You thought it would be different this time.
You wake on Tuesday morning to an empty bed and you curse yourself for being so stupid.
You leap from beneath the covers.
Determined not to over-react too soon you search your apartment, every single room, calling out her name almost hopelessly.
Eventually your back where you started, your bedroom.
And shes really gone.
You sigh in frustration and finally admit defeat.
How many times is she going to do this to you?
How many times are you going to let her?
The room smells of stale sex and her perfume.
Its barley 10 AM, and it not like she has anywhere to be.
No note, no goodbye.
No different from the other times.
and you hate that you believed it would be.
Maybe she'll come back?
You doubt it.
You begin to pace.
You stand on something sharp and swear in surprise.
Its her's.
Its her earring.
You cry.
Because of the pain in your foot,
Because of frustration,
Because you did the one thing you shouldn't have done.
You cry because she ripping your heart to shreds, and all because you let her.
That's why there were rules.
They were for your own protection.
You sigh.
You were never any good at following rules.
You hear the phone ring and leap up to answer.
You hope its her.
You hope its an explanation.
You hope it really is different this time.
"My place, eight"
The harsh dialing tone is all you are left with.
You want to call her back and shout.
You want to tell her you wont do it anymore.
You want to tell her no.
But you want her.
And she wants sex.
Your a fool.
Heartbreak and False hopes of happy endings and when it all comes tumbling down around you... What do you do?
You go shower.
You need to be ready by eight, after all.