AN: Second to last Chapter on this one guys. The end is nigh. Sadness... Reviews=updates.
AN2:Still no spell check. Why, Fanfiction, why? Sincerest apologies for any errors.
Warnings: Language
Disclaimer: I don't own "Skins".
Chapter Nine
It's Falling Down as You Walk Away
Tony watches her leave. Watches the dark form of her as she walks away. As she leaves him. He never thought she would; he always knew she would. But it still hurts more than he had thought possible. He held his heart and hers in the palms of his hands and then he screwed them both. Added another crack to their armors, gouged a huge gaping gash in their masks. And he doesn't feel like Tony fucking Snyder anymore. He feels like the punkass little bitch who told a girl he loved her and than watched her walk away from him. From them. From everything they were and everything they could have been. Should have been.
"Fuck!" He shouts, hands running through his hair. How had this managed to get so hopelessly screwed up? They matched. They were perfect. He loved her. She loved him. Why couldn't she see that? Why couldn't they work? They were supposed to work. You know, kinda in the forever sort of way.
His open open, and for a second he stupidly, irrationally, thinks it's Tea coming back. Suddenly willing to be with him, right this time. But it's not. Of course it's not. It's Eura, and she looks fucking pissed.
She storms over to him and smacks the hell out of him.
"Ow!" He snarls, hand going to his stinging cheek. "What the fuck, Eura?"
"You stupid, ineffective, moronic, fucking asshole." Eura spits out. And Tony has to take a second to registar the insults because, holy shit, Eura is talking to him.
"What?" He blurts out stupidly, then angrily. "What the hell are you yelling at me for?"
"You just let her go!" Eura shouts back, eyes narrowing with a rage to match his own. "You fucking love her, and she fucking loves you too, and instead of fixing it like you were supposed to, you let her run again, you dildo."
"She doesn't want to be with me, Eura." He growls because he doesn't need this shit right now. He doesn't need any of this ever. "She too fucking scared."
"Then go find the bitch, and unscare her. I'm not dealing with you being all mopey and love-sick for the rest of forever because she broke your tiny, manipulative heart damn it!" She shouting in earnest now, and where the fuck are their parents? He could use a parental out about now.
"It's not that simple! If it were, don't you think I'd have fucking done it already?" he roars back because this is not his fault. He tried. He really fucking tried, and Tea wasn't having it.
"It is that simple. Go, right now. Get the fuck out. Track Tea down, and make her listen. Make her understand. Do something. Or you're both going to fucking miserable, and I'm not having it!"
"Eura,"
"No! Go. Now. Find her."
"Eura."
"Right the fuck now, Tony Snyder, or so help me God, I'll date the confused lesbian slut!"
"You're way out of line!"
"Too fucking bad. Get gone this instant."
"Fuck you, Eura. Okay? Just fuck you."
"Love you too. Now go."
"Fuck!" Tony whispers, closes his eyes. He wants this to make sense but it doesn't. It really, really doesn't. And before he's even decided to, he's moving. Getting dressed, walking out after her. But he has to stop at the threshold. "Thanks, sis. You know, for pulling my head out of my ass."
"S'what I'm here for, Tone. Now move." But there's a smile on her lips.
She's not home. He figured that out after throwing rocks at her window for ten minutes. And a quick call to Daisy tells him she's not there either, Abbud's voice in the background proof that it's not a lie. And he doesn't know where else she'd go.
Northen Soul, maybe. But if she's there, he's shit out of luck because there's no way he's getting into a dyke bar. They have pretty strenuous no dick rules. Understandably. And he doesn't really like the idea of spending hours standing around outside of the club and hoping that she comes out alone and at least mostly sober. Also, they'd probably call the cops. That shit's just creepy.
So he's out of fucking options, really. She's not on good enough terms with Michelle to crash at her place, especially not after something like this. Scorned women and their wrath and whatnot. Chris doesn't have a house to crash in, Stan's dad is a dick, and where the fuck would she go?
For a second he panics, considers the thought that maybe she just bolted. Like left the city the way she's left him. But, of course that's stupid. Why would she do that. They're over. She wanted them over. And she may be a runner, but not like that. It'd be surrender in this little war they've never stopped waging. It'd be losing. And Tea hates to lose.
Resuming her sexcapades, flaunting it in front of him, rubbing it in to hurt. That's more her style. His stomache turns unpleasently at the thought. The idea of having to watch her run around with girl after girl right in front of him. But it's not going to happen. It's just not. He's going to get her back.
He has to.
And then, he notices that while his mind had been wandering, so had his feet. The park is painfully familiar. The start of them had happened here. On a drunken date, he'd challenged her and she'd matched him. On a night of chaos, he'd surendered the one thing he valued more than anything. He gave her control, power over him the way no one else ever has. And now, he realizes with jarring simplicity, he gave her his heart. Right there on that damn merry-go-round.
He looks at it, momentarily blinded by rage, and seriously considers burning the thing to the ground. But, with a start, he realizes that he can't. Because he's not alone. Someone else is sitting morosely in the dark. And even in the near complete dark, he recognizes her. He's seen her roaming about without light often enough, after all.
He considers leaving. Telling Eura he couldn't find her, she'd never know. Neither of them would. He could hide this moment of weakness from Tea and she'd never know she'd dragged him down to chasing blindly through the streets. But the image of her wrapped around some girl, someone who isn't him in every way, surges to the fore and he can't. He can't leave. Can't leave them like this.
They match each other. They fix each other. And, damn it all, he's going to fucking fix this.
