[CLOSED] why don't you love me?

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe leaned up against the chain link fence, gazing up at the sky. He drew his knees close, propping his elbows up on them. He chewed on his lip, then pulled his phone from his pocket. He had a bunch of missed calls from numbers he didn't know, a few text messages, and three voice mail messages; probably from his mother.

He pulled out the scrap of paper in his pocket, looking at it curiously. He debated texting him, really wanted to see him. But on the other hand, he didn't want to get attached. He was like every other guy, right? Like Lucas. A casual fuck. So why couldn't Monroe just be done with it? Despite his probably better judgement (or better than the other option) he texted him anyways; a simple, short message he didn't expect a reply to-

'In the park. Out by the fence. -M.'

He pocketed his phone, pressing the button to turn it on silent before he leaned back, closing his eyes.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain had Skylar pinned on the floor, Adaleah laughing at the two as they wrestled. "Ugh you fucking-" Skylar growled in complaint. Zain stopped as his phone buzzed, recieved a smack on the shoulder before Skylar scrambled away.

He pulled the message up, smirked. "Gotta go." Grabbing his jacket, he glanced at the others. "You're walking, I'm not driving you there."

He shrugged, slamming the door loudly. He paused when he spotted someone with a dog. "Hey, hey. HEY." He yowled obnoxiously. "Can I pet your dog?"

Deed soon done, he was eventually at the park, spotted Monroe and started towards him, purposefully slow.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe saw Zain, it taking everything he had not to smile. He tilted his head to the side, groaning. "Mother fuck, if you walk any slower, Santa's gonna have done brought me my coal already." He grumbled. He stretched his legs out in front of him, looking over at a kid on a swing like it was the most interesting thing ever. He pulled out his phone, another missed call from his mom. He put it back in his pocket, looking up at Zain.

"You sure you don't wanna go back and do it again? Santa might come twice." He said sarcastically.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smirked, plopped down beside him. "Nah I'm good. My cousin made me walk," He scoffed. He glanced towards the kid, trying to think of something annoying to yell at him, ran a hand through his hair then gave up. "Got desperate enough?" He taunted, smirking faintly as he gazed over at Monroe. "I had to forfeit my home wrestling match thank you very much."

[monroe owen hughes]

"Is it desperate if you showed up?" He asked, tipping his head towards him. "You didn't have to come. The sex must have been really good then, huh? But any sex must be good for you, hm? You seem the type to enjoy the little things. Like 'wrestling'." He used air quotes around the word, the irrational part of him not caring if he got under his skin and annoyed him. He kept going back and forth in his head, hating him one minute and wanting him the next.

He watched the kid leave, his mother saying something about it getting late. And it was. Close to nine at night. Then the park fell quiet, no creaking of the swing or laughter of a child. Utter silence.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain smirked in response, simply shrugged. "Takes a whore to know one," He huffed quietly, yawning lazily. He pulled a pill from his pocket, studying it curiously, then shrugged and swallowed it, clearing his throat He laughed softly. "Gonna be some insane trip here in a minute.." He mumbled, offered a second one out, raising an eye in challenge.

[monroe owen hughes]

Monroe raised an eyebrow, couldn't tell if he was insulted or not. "At least one of us has good taste." He breathed, leaving it open to question which of the two he was talking about. He shook his head, no matter how bad he wanted it. He wasn't one to turn it down, but he didn't want to wreck his seventh car in three months. He couldn't afford to have his dad keep chewing him out about it. And he really liked the car he had.

"I have to drive you home. I kinda wanna get there in one piece. With my car." He said flatly. He knew he was a drug addict just as much as he was addicted to sex. And sadly, as much as he was getting addicted to Zain.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain scoffed. "I could walk. As long as I don't mistake a pole for a person. LSD." He nodded faintly, stretching again as he looked around, shifted his weight. He glanced back over, just watching him curiously, the silence rather calming. He could feel the buzz in his brain growing though. One high and one sober, this should be interesting.

[monroe owen hughes]

"Watching you try and fuck a pole would be hilarious. Maybe in a half an hour, that tree will be looking really fucking attractive, huh?" He asked, looking over at him. He scanned his face before he tore his gaze away. Monroe might be sober, but it didn't mean he was all there to begin with. Maybe just a little less annoying.

"How high do I have to get you to be as attractive as a pole?" He asked, messing with the back of the piercing in his lip with his tongue before he looked back at him, wanting to disembowl himself because of the feeling he suddenly got in his stomach. 'I wonder if that's possible..' He thought.

[zain marshal rhoston]

Zain laughed. "Maybe. We'll have to wait and see hm?" He scoffed at the next words. "You're already hotter than any pole any day. Meaning this could be dangerous," He teased, ruffling Monroe's hair daringly. He thought sober had.been bad, LSD only increased that. He had killed people that way back home. Only once or twice, woke up and found their bodies on camera on the news the next day, in a dumpster or something. Maybe he was crazy, maybe being an encantado and high at the same time wasn't the best, killing judgement and letting instinct take over, bodies belly up in a lake. He watched the leaves of the tree, the branch like a reaching arm, breaths slightly labored.