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Sage watched as Korren answered the door, the smell of alcohol overwhelming his senses as she stumbled with the poise of drunk person. This was the first thing he noticed. She was drunk but he didn't know why. The second thing he noticed was the revealing robe she had on, and it made him turned on and uncomfortable all at once. She was in no state of mind to have such a sly grin on her face. "Yes I did," he said gently, stepping inside and closing the front door behind him, locking it as well before gingerly picking her up. "And as always, you were so beautiful you took my breath away." He kissed her forehead, beginning to carry her up the stairs. "But it's late, Korren, and you need to rest."

He got to her room and stepped inside, a brief scent covering the alcohol. Sage scrunched up his nose, confused as to what this smell was, before deciding to let it go. It wasn't important at the moment, but Korren on the other hand, was. He carefully set her down on her bed, moving over to her dresser. He was holding back so many desires as he looked through the drawers for something she could wear. While he was looking away, it took the time to take a few deep breaths and calm himself down, before grabbing some undergarments and some pajamas for her.

Jay's eyes widened slightly as Winsley began to grow angry, watching as her reaction faded and she slid off his lap, moving inside. For a moment all he could do was watch her walk away, shocked by the trigger. He wondered why his simple touches to her hair bothered her so much, and pondered leaving. He stood, walking towards the porch steps to go, but then remembered something- he never got his tip.

He turned and headed inside, closing the door behind him, noticing Winsley's jeans on the floor. He bit his lip, walking over to the couch where her green waves were a dead give away to her location. When he walked in front to see her laying out for him, he felt that small quiver of dying hope disappear, and grabbed her arm as he sat down, yanking her into his lip rather roughly and kissing her hard. Instinct made him want to move his hands to her hair again, but he thought better of it this time, and instead settled for at her hips, before pulling away for a moment. "I'm sorry, babe. You're hair is just really pretty," he cooed, trying to make up for what he'd done. He couldn't truly judge people for having bad reactions, and he'd be more cognizant of it from now. "Can I still get my tip?"
 
Korren giggled, watching him as he entered the house. Not once did she move away from the door purposefully, but did stumble slightly. She squealed when he picked her up, giggling like a mad woman as he carried her. "Nooo, I wanna do stuff," Her voice whined, carrying out the 'f' longer than it needed to be carried out. One hand reached up, placing against his cheek. Her reach would have gone to his hair had it not been so hard to reach with her mental state. In her mind it was out of reach, even though it was right there. She was set down easily on the bed, and laid there for a minute. It took her a while to process where she was and where Sage had went, though she blinked to see he had been at the dresser, getting out some clothing for her.

She fumbled off of the bed when he wasn't looking, carefully walking in a swerved line to him, before hugging him from behind. Just to tease him she pressed her body against his and wrapped her arms around his torso to stabilize herself. Her hands slipped under his shirt, feeling his skin. A grin splayed across her face, as she spoke in a whine just like a child would. "I don't wanna go to beeeed." After saying that she got a little carried away, moving her hands lower to his waist band. "I wanna have fun," She whispered, quietly chuckling to herself. Not in any way would she have done this before, and none of it would she remember to have been doing in the morning. They were questionable actions from her, but ones that just tended to happen more when she was completely plastered.

Winsley watched as he walked over to the couch, giggling to herself the minute he pulled her into his lap and started kissing her. This was what she wanted, and soon he apologized, asking for his tip. She couldn't help but completely grin. "Of course, and I'll pay it in full." And just like that she moved to fall back on to the couch, dragging Jay with her.

(Time skip)

When everything was said and done, Winsley laid there in satisfaction. She sighed heavily, smiling at him. "I love you, Jay." Granted, she probably didn't really mean it in a romantic way. It could have meant anything, and she still wanted to see what he'd think about it. She kissed him, nibbling slightly on his lip. It made her giggle when their lip rings clinked together occasionally, making such a small sound that amused her for some odd reason. "Best night of my life." She breathed out, holding genuine content with the situation. "Maybe I can tip you again some time. How does that sound, babe?" Her fierce green eyes peered into his, searching for his answer before he could really say it. In actuality she did hope that she could see him again, and at least a few more times. It would hurt to never see him again, though he probably didn't think much of her. It was the thought that counted.
 
Sage took a heavy breath, setting the clothes on the dresser to keep himself calm. Slowly but surely, he allowed himself to gain the composure he needed to move her hands away. He turned around, looking over Korren, feeling hot- too hot- in her small bedroom. Was it small? No, of course not. Why were the walls closing in? He was sweating now. "Korren," he spoke gently, taking her hands in his own and squeezing gently. "You are my beautiful goddess and I love you with all my heart. And it's because..." he hesitated, looking down... too far down. Sage quickly cleared his throat, his eyes meeting hers once more. Stop looking at her chest you idiot, he thought to himself, though it was hard for him to comply with such a simple task. "Oh fucking hell, you're so hot," he muttered, pulling her into a deep kiss, all his desires being met as he started pushing her back towards the bed. It was as he pushed her down though, as the kiss broke, that he stopped himself. "Fuck! Fuck, I can't do this." He turned away from her, walking away and running his fingers through his hair, pacing around the bedroom before turning to her again, with renewed energy.

He walked over to the bed, carefully pulling her to her feet and taking off his shirt. It was counterintuitive, he supposed, but he needed her in baggy clothing. "Korren, I'm going to take your robe off and my shirt on you, okay love? I just want you to know that," he muttered, though he was sure she was too drunk to care. He carefully until the rope at the waist and pushed the robe off her shoulders, careful to not look past her chin as he pulled his shirt over her head, guiding her arms through the holes. It fell to mid-thigh, and he sighed in relief. It was nothing he hadn't seen before, but he just didn't want to violate her in anyway. If she wasn't sober enough to walk straight, she wasn't sober enough to truly be okay with anything that she was implying she wanted to happen. He then got her undergarments and pajama bottoms and carefully moved her into a sitting position on the bed, pulling them up and on for her before kissing the tip of her nose. "Look at you, my precious girl. So beautiful even in my baggy clothes." It was a bit easier to look at her now though, at least. He kissed her forehead, taking her hands in his own again. "Now what do you say we cuddle up and go to bed? We've had such an amazing day together and wouldn't a little rest be the perfect end to it?" he offered, trying to make the idea sound appealing.

"Well I love you too, babe," he cooed, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her further on top of him, kissing her neck as she spoke to him. Love was a very loose term for Jay so it didn't bother him one bit. In the same sense he loved Winsley, he loved pizza or video games. It was nothing special and it never would be to him. His parents always said they loved him but they treated him like a dog they didn't want, so how could he appreciate such a term? "And I'd love to come back and get a tip from you." He kissed her cheek, smirking to himself as he laid there, a bit exhausted from the night's fun. He didn't mind sleeping next to her, he didn't mind not going back to work, not going back to home. It was... nice to be with a girl with no strings attached- even a girl like Winsley. Especially a girl like Winsley. He loved the fact that he was with a girl that Bucky would hate to find him with. She was his dirty little secret. It felt good to have one, especially from Bucky, that little bitch.

"And you know what, I'll be taking tips all night," he added, pinning her on her back suddenly and kissing her roughly for a moment before pulling back. "But for now I vote we eat some of that pizza and chill. I got a few joints if you wanna take some hits, loosen up, maybe I can make you a BlueJay cocktail." He winked at her, kissed her one more time, and got to his feet, rolling out of the tangle of covers and pulling on his boxers, but not bothering with anything else as he started to walk out and leave her behind, pausing at the doorframe to wait for her.
 
Korren was stopped with her teasing, which made her frown for a moment. She smiled when he complimented her, and the drunken side of her completely allowed his next action. Soon they pushed back to the bed in the mix of a deepening kiss. It excites her that she was going to get what she wanted, even if she hurt all over. Before she knew it he pulled away, and she grew to be very confused. When she opened her eyes he was standing up and pacing. "What?" The 'a' was extended as she frowned.

She was soon brought to her feet, listening to what he had to say. In her unclear state she smirked, chuckling as he mentioned that he was going to change her clothes. "Ooo." Korren bit her lip, letting him take off her robe, though was a little confused when he put the shirt on her. Finally she was clothed, though it didn't necessarily make her happy. Even so, she smiled at him with a hazy look in her eye, brightening when he complimented her, even if what she thought she wanted was not given to her. "Okay, but I'm not sleeping!" She shook her finger at him, giggling to herself. In a rather ungraceful way, she flopped on to her back, letting go of his hands. Her arms spread out on the bed. There was something on her mind as she began to slightly mellow out, though still had giddy feelings inside to talk all about it. There was no consequence to saying whatever you needed to say in her mind. "You wanna know something?" She hiccuped, chuckling to herself. One finger was brought up to her lips as she laid there, as if she was telling some big secret. "Shhh. Sage doesn't know... I- hehe... he wasn't my first." As if he didn't get what she meant, she demonstrated exactly what she meant with a vulgar hand signal, giggling all the while. Again she took a breath and continued to speak. "I'm a- uhhh... I am a sluuuut." She smiled at this, even if she shouldn't have smiled. None of what she was saying was any good, but in her mind it was an adventurous story, something that absolutely had to be told. She stuttered through the story of how she would go to parties and get drunk because it felt right, before going off to get it on with some random boy. Most the time she described it as something she didn't want to do at first, but every time she was always given one drink or more and she would be okay with it. At first her drinks were mostly spiked, but over time she learned to drink on her own. "I don't remember what went on in the rooms, all I know is that they laid down with me and did funny stuff to me. It must have been good, because I didn't leave." But in all actuality, she could not leave in those situations. It was always painful in the end and she was only allowed to go home when everyone else had their fun, but she forgot to mention this part in her story. Finally she ended off her little rant, allowing silence to fill the room.

Now that she had talked for so long she had begun to sober up, she started to feel pain. Pain work her up just a bit more, which made her happy expression falter. Her eyes started to glaze over with a film of tears, and she slightly began to shake, but only barely. "I'm a dirty whore." She whispered, while a tear fell down her cheek. At that moment she moved her hands to clasp over her mouth as the waterworks began. Korren turned away from Sage, with her back turned to him, feeling absolutely ashamed at that point with realizing just what she had allowed people to do to her in the past. It all was going to happen again after Friday, but she couldn't tell Sage this. She was too scared to tell him, afraid that Bucky would find a way to hear them and go kill Sage and family that very night. If she didn't hold her silence someone would die. This thought was engrained into her head as reality. She couldn't go through with saying a word, and instead bit her own tongue to save his and his family's lives.


Winsley chuckled as he pulled her against him and pinned her down, kissing roughly. It displeased her that he stopped, but she understood that they couldn't get things started just yet. "Hmm.. okay." She spoke with interest in her voice, and sat up in the bed. Winsley put on her underwear and an over sized shirt that was probably Sage's, covering to mid thigh, before deciding to follow after Jay. Instead of letting him lead the way, she passed by him to go to the living room. Granted, she did grab his hand to drag him with her. Once at the couch she had to first get the pizza box and put it in the kitchen. By then the pizza would have been cold, and they couldn't eat cold pizza. She grabbed two plates and put about four pizzas on each plate before stuffing one after the other in the microwave. Then, she brought the plates over to the couch to eat, smiling tiredly all the while. At that moment she was quite content with the situation, being with Jay and all. It was fun, and something new for a change. She did still feel bad for shooing off her best friend, but surely he must have understood after all the times she had helped him out with his own alone times with girls. It was just something he was going to have to forgive her for or accept it for what it was, even if he didn't like the idea of it all.
 
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Sage watched as Korren fell back on the bed, smiling as she said not to tell Sage something, before she began to speak. His smile faltered, and he listened, not moving from his spot where he stood for the longest time. Instead he listened, feeling his heart break for Korren, for the girl he loved, for everything that had gone wrong in her life. It was that moment though, that he thought of Winnie. That poor girl had been drugged by Bucky, and then raped by multiple guys. Suddenly Korren's story made a lot of sense- and while it infuriated Sage to hear it he knew he couldn't do anything about it. Not yet. He knew Bucky did horrible things, and while Korren wasn't mentioning him, he was sure that's just who had instigated all this. After a moment though, after he had taken a deep breath, Sage sat down, resting his hand on her ankle as she continued her story. His hand moved away though, as she called herself a whore and began to sob. "Oh Korren," he whispered, crawling a bit more onto the bed and carefully pulling her into his lap. "No. My beautiful goddess is no such thing," he spoke, his words gentle as he rocked her in his arms.

He brushed her hair behind her ears and kissed her tears away, resting his forehead against hers. He was angry, in a sense. Angry at Bucky for everything he'd done to hurt Korren, but on the other hand he knew he couldn't show it- not right now. Now was not the time to be aggressive, to knock heads together and slit throats. Maybe later, after he was sure Korren was okay. "You are not a whore, Korren. I never want you to think that about yourself. Having sex doesn't make you a whore and being raped doesn't make you one either." It felt odd saying such a word. Sage was always careful, always caring. He couldn't imagine slipping a girl some drug and having his way with her, and the fact that Bucky could... that he had pushed her off to other guys, was disgusting and inhumane. It continued to fuel his rage. He was going to make Bucky pay for selling Korren out like that.

"And that's what happened to you, love. Some people don't run because they can't, not because they don't want to, and I'm sure you were put in a very dangerous position. I'm only sorry I couldn't have saved you sooner." He moved to hug her close, closing his eyes and trying to relax for the moment, to be there for her.

Jay grinned as she led the way over to the couch before heading off to warm up their food. While she was gone he noticed a movie was already set up to play and pressed the button for it to do so. The Lion King 2 began to open, and Jay raised an eyebrow but didn't truly mind the selection someone else had picked out prior to his arrival. He did like these movies. They were classics after all. When Winsley came back with the pizza, Jay smiled, pulling her into his lap as he grabbed a slice and took a bite out of it, resting his head against her shoulder. "You know what, babe, you're a pretty fucking sweet chick, you know that?" He kissed her shoulder before taking another bite of the pizza, turning back to the movie to watch some more. It was nice, he had to admit, not only having sex. He liked girls who didn't mind a break, who didn't mind a snack and some time to just hang out. He finished a slice of pizza, before starting on another, content with resting against the sexy girl in his lap and enjoying the movie.
 
Korren couldn't help it. She sobbed her eyes out, unable to stop herself. As she was pulled into his lap she curled into him, setting her head against his chest. Things were not okay. Everything hurt all over her body and she could not move without aching. Even if he tried to comfort her, she still felt like what she said she was. A dirty whore. She didn't believe him when he said she was a goddess, and that she was beautiful. Not once did she think of herself as beautiful in that moment. Her eyes were closed when he kissed the tears away. Over time she was calming down, but couldn't quite set herself in a better state of mind. She clutched on to him like her life depended on it, holding on tightly. Though she calmed down, she couldn't imagine herself as anything more than just some worthless girl, a tool for sex. That usually, in her mind, was what a whore was, so she was that.

She took a deep, shaky breath and shakily wiped away any tears left that coated her face. Korren looked up at him in the eye, pulling her hands away from him. Her hands moved to her lap, not wanting to hold on to him when she was so broken. There was a redness set in her eyes, seeming tired and blood shot. She looked down at her arms, looking at the scars and bruises that covered her, then looked up at Sage. "I'm not beautiful, Sage." Korren spoke in a solemn voice, quiet and defeated. "I see the way people look at me, at my arms." Not once did she look at him. "Don't pretend you didn't look at them the same way they did." From there she moved away slightly, curling her knees up to her chest. She shut her eyes and placed her head on her knees, trying not to cry again. Her mind had not cleared, and she was completely in pain but did not want to show it, not to him just yet. All she really needed was time to cool down, though even in her efforts to push him away she craved comfort more than anything. "I'm not special, Sage. I'm not worth it. All I am is trouble... you've lost your car because of me. Your arm was hurt because of me." During her little speech her voice began to waver, and her shaking became more frequent. Things were getting worse in her life and she couldn't speak a word of warning. In all reality, she was terrified at that moment. Her thoughts generated from what Bucky use to tell her, and the events following the last party she was forced to go to. She froze up, refusing to look him in the eye at that moment.


Winsley smiled as he pulled her into his lap, deciding to grab a piece for herself. She reached over and picked up a slice as he kissed her shoulder. "Damn right, babe. Sure not as good as you, though." She leaned back, turning her head to kiss his cheek. Instead of hitting his cheek though, instead she pecked near his jaw. With that she turned back to the movie to see what they were watching while chowing down on her pizza. It was one of her favorite movies, although all things Disney she loved to watch. Once she was done with her first pizza, she moved on to the next, and a few minutes later got to the next. At certain points in the movie she ate out of subconscious action, speeding up as a scene would intensify.

Whenever she finished off her pizzas, she decided to grab the joints. She turned to kiss Jay quick and get up. Jokingly she shook her bum in his face, chuckling all the while. "I'm getting the joints. Don't miss this too much." And with that she walked back to the bedroom, searching for the joints that he mentioned to have had. The first place she checked was the pockets in his jeans, and sure enough there they were. She grabbed the lighter that sat on her dresser, lighting one joint already. Out of spite she placed the rest of the joints evenly in the bands of her underpants. Before she could go to the couch she opened most of the windows in the house, just so the fire detector would not go off. She walked back with the lighter and joint in her mouth, sitting back down on his lap. WInsley turned her head to him with a cracked smile, taking the joint out of her mouth only to puff rings of smoke in his face. "Joints are on me." She grabbed his hand and moved it down to where the joints where with a smile, just to show him where he could get them. Then, she turned back to he movie, leaning heavily against him as she smoked her joint.
 
Sage felt his own heart break as she pulled away from him, hearing her words but not bothering to listen as he quickly shook his head. "Korren, look at me," he demanded, his words soft yet firm as he cupped her chin in his hand and turned her head up so she had no choice but to look in his eyes. "You are not trouble. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. And you wanna know something? Those scars? I didn't even notice them. But me? mine are huge." He turned his wrist out, showing once against the thin vertical scar that went up his arm. "When you saw this I know what you were thinking, and it wasn't anything bad, Korren. And you wanna know the difference? I was weak enough to hurt myself. You've never been their, baby, and I'm going to make sure you never will get there." He kissed her forehead, slowly pulling her back into his lap.

"You're so beautiful, and smart, and every time I look at you I just fall a little more in love because you are so perfect, from those scars that tell your story to those amazing blue eyes." He held her because he knew this had to be what she wanted, to be comforted. Nobody liked to sit in their own pain. Nobody liked to cry without someone there to hold them, and so he did. "Now I got you, and it's all going to be okay. And I don't know what made you feel this way, love, but you could tell me if you like. You don't have to, but just know I'm here to listen, and to take care of you because you certainly deserve it." He took her hand in his, squeezing gently, and began to sing softly, trying to comfort her, waiting for a response but not truly expecting one.

Jay nodded as she walked off to get joints, wolf whistling as she shook her butt, and chuckling to himself as she headed off. He took her absence as a chance to look over the house, smiling softly at it. Small but cozy. It wasn't pitiful, it was just warm. His house was big, and while he had an older brother and even a younger sister, it still felt too big sometimes. He stretched out a bit as he waited, finishing off his pizza before watching some more for of the movie, humming along to the songs until Winsley came back.

He smirked as she offered them up to him, and got an idea. He grabbed her wrist, pushing her back a bit before moving her a shirt up a little more, trailing kisses down her stomach before biting onto the joint and slowly pulling it out. He then took a the lighter, lighting it up and taking a long drag before kissing her deeply, pulling away when he decided it was time for another hit. He was just about to go in for another kiss when he got a text. The person it sent from was a person named Doe. It was Bucky, a little word play Jay had done in some of his spare time after Bucky screwed one of Jay's sluts. It wasn't really all that clever too most, but Jay found it amusing. He opened the message, and bit his lip, noticing a picture at first. It was of a gun, aimed at a front door. Jay had been to that house too many times so of course he knew- Korren. Her little toy is over, trying to fix what I broke. Jay sighed, quickly getting out of the message so Winsley wouldn't see. Bucky was a real bastard, hurting innocent girls. There had been a time at a party that Jay had arrived late and mistaken Korren for one of the other girls whoring themselves out. She had been so drugged up and he had taken the bait. It was perhaps the worst moment of his life, but he didn't know till after the fact who she was. He glanced up at Winsley, wondering if she knew who he was- probably not. She wouldn't associate with him if she did.

He let out a sigh, turning back to the movie and realizing very quickly what a mistake it had been to stick around. He wouldn't leave now, he'd just never come back- or so he thought, anyways.
 
Korren moved her head only when he made her look at him, turning his way. She peered into his dark determined eyes with her blue distraught ones as he talked. It was comforting, and this was exactly what she needed to hear. Every now and then she nodded, even as she was pulled into his lap. At the mention of his scars she glanced down at them, though didn't look for long before looking back at him. His scars worried her, but she knew he had his own choice to do that, as horrible as that sounded. If it were any one else that did that to him she would be able to at least put the blame on them and never forgive them, but when it came to him she cared so much about his well being.

She intently listened to what he had to say, though couldn't help but be distracted by her own thoughts. It hit her hard with realization when he said those select few words: it's all going to be okay. This was a lie and he didn't even know it. She wanted to tell him so badly. To just alert him of what is to come in the next few days, and yet, something stopped her. By then she began to realize there was a pattern to how Bucky would walk in and then out of her life in a flash just as Sage turned the other way. Bucky told her that he had been watching Sage, so she could only assume that he could see them now. Maybe he could even hear them now. This frightened her to silence. There were many possibilities with him, especially seemingly impossible options were completely possible with him. They could be being watched right now, or listened to with some sort of technology. Her blood ran cold, yet she had to play her fear off. She took a deep breath, exhaling shakily and wiping away any tears that decided to trail under her eyes.

As they sat there she held on to him slackly, though her grip tightened on him, while her eyes closed. They sat in silence for a prolonged period of time, since Korren didn't know what she could say. Anything she could say would come out wrong and suspicious, so she didn't say anything. All she wanted to do was tell him that she loved him, but she was afraid. It could backfire on them, and make the deal she was forced to make with him much worse. After a small period of time she pulled back, lending a tired smile to him, which she didn't mean but she faked it well, since she's practiced such a smile for a while. The smile dropped quickly into a neutral expression, though her eyes told a different story. They were red and exhausted, swimming in emotionally and physically damaging memories.

Slowly she laid down, tugging on Sage's arm so he would lay with her. It hurt to move, but she was careful not to voice this. There was silence that filled the air, and at that point it was eerie. Multiple dreadful questions filled her brain: What if Bucky was listening? Did he not like the silence? Would this make him suspect something was up? Would he shoot Sage then and there? With these questions on her mind she had to think of a quick resolution to her paranoia. She took his hand and let out a breath. "Sage," Korren started, resting her head against the pillow. "Can you talk? Just say what's on your mind. Anything at all, I don't care." She paused for a moment, wondering to herself if she needed to explain why by lying, or if she could leave it off there. It felt odd to only say that, so she had to add something to cover it all up. A moment later, she spoke again. "I just... I can't think right now. I shouldn't." She only hoped that he would leave it be and just talk. It would help her calm down rather than focus on her problems. There was something deeply wrong behind the scenes, but she couldn't tell him. It killed her inside to hide such a secret, one that played with fire and could be acted upon at any moment. All she needed to do for the next few days was spend as much time as she could with him, his friends, and his family, because for all it was worth, she won't be able to see them ever again in the future. For now she needed to make her time with them last.

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Winsley was slightly surprised by how Jay went about getting a joint from her. She bit her lip, letting out a small chuckle as he continued to get the joint with his teeth. Once he lit his cigarette, she was met with a deep kiss, filled with smoke. Admittedly she loved it, and when he pulled back, she blew the rest of the smoke out in his face. Something had interested him on his phone though, which she didn't mind too much, but was slightly bothered by it. She looked him in the eye when he finally looked up, curious as to what bummed him out. Her brow arched in a questioning manner for a moment. Instead of immediately asking though, she decided to wait for a bit. Instead, she took a long drag from her joint and moved in, deeply kissing him, before slowly blowing out any smoke she had left. She smiled, leaning against him. Her forehead was placed against his, peering into his eyes. "Everything alright, babe?" Winsley placed one hand on his cheek, and the other was placed on his side, running from his hip to his waist. In a way it was to tease him into paying attention to her, just so she could either get an answer or a physical response. She would be patient with him, though she was sure he would crumble with her sitting on his lap, leaning so close to him. At that point she didn't mind missing out on the movie, since she knew exactly which scene was going on just by the voice acting or music in the background.
 
Sage laid with Korren, letting his fingers lightly trail over her arm in the silence, content next to her. He found it odd, that after such an amazing night she was so down, and suddenly began to wonder if it was him. Maybe he had pushed her too far too fast. It was after this thought she asked for him to blurt them all out to her, and he thought for a moment. "Well..." his voice trailed off. "I'm thinking I must be a horrible boyfriend if I've made you feel so bad," he said gently. "You're so amazing and beautiful, and smart, and you have great music taste, and I love all of you, Korren. From head to toe. All the inside stuff too. And maybe I just didn't do a good job of showing that, maybe I rushed everything and that's why you got drunk and that's why you're thinking this way. I'm thinking I'll do anything to make you feel like the goddess I know you are."

He kissed her shoulder, hugging her a bit closer, going quiet for a moment before humming gently, though that gentle sound soon turned into a melody and he opened his mouth to sing. He figured music would calm her down, and while it wasn't a song from her favorite band, he figured it would have the desired effect.

As he sang, he ran his fingers through her hair gently, smoothing it out, before resting his hand on her side, his movements gentle and slow, well calculated. He didn't want to overstep any boundaries- and there were clearly several after whatever happened after he left. He regretted leaving her- perhaps that was it. Him having sex with her and leaving was what he did with most of his one night stands. Maybe she had thought he wouldn't come back. He bit his lip hard at that, worried he had caused a problem that would hang over her for a long time.

Jay smiled as Winsley openly tried to get his attention, her hands on his body as she towered over him beautifully. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her down against him before taking another drag of his joint and gently blowing the smoke in her face before kissing her. "Everything's fine. I have a beautiful girl in my lap, a joint in my hand, and a Disney movie in the background. Nothing could make this better except maybe if you did a little something for me," he winked at her, obviously suggesting something that wasn't very appropriate in his wink before kissing her again.

He pulled back though, to finish off his joint and take another one from her waistband, lighting it up and starting on it. He wanted to get high- as high as he possibly could. He didn't want to walk into his house tomorrow morning and hear the yelling, the wondering. Why weren't you home? Where were you? If you got another tattoo we'll get them all removed. He flinched slightly, just imagining the way his parents yelled at him when he did something they didn't approve of. He took a much deeper hit, letting the smoke nestle in his mouth, sink in to his pores, hoping him and Winsley could get lost in each other again so he could forget his thoughts for now.
 
Korren looked him in the eye for a moment, though closed her eyes as he comforted her. It soothed her to be laying there with him, though then he spoke out his thoughts. She understood where he was coming from with all he was thinking, though felt horrible. Not for a second could she tell him otherwise of what he was thinking. When he was done speaking, she stayed silent. She clutched on to him as he held her closer, her joints feeling bruised just by moving. Instead of displaying her pain, she merely bit on to the gums just behind her lips, though did not make a sound. Her head dug into his shoulder as he sung. All she allowed herself to do was hold him and listen to him sing, trying her best not to fall asleep. It wouldn't have been good for her to sleep, since they had so much to talk about in such little time.

By the time he was done with singing, she had pressed herself against him, keeping her face nuzzled into his shoulder. The only time she moved her head was to kiss his cheek, resting her chin down on his shoulder. For the longest moment she pondered of whether to say something to him in French, though he would not be able to understand. This put her at a handicapped situation, though she knew that he understood at least one phrase. Quietly she whispered in is ear, "Je t'adore." That was all she could have said, and even so it was risky. She held on to him as tight as she could, not ever wanting to let go. Before he could respond, she shushed out any sound she could. "Tu m'adore, je sais." (You love me, I know.) That was all she could say for now, before carefully placing on a kiss on his cheek. Then, she moved her head to be placed against his chest. At that moment she stayed silent, only hoping that she wouldn't hear anything out of place. She held her breath for a moment, though quickly let go of it to not seem suspicious. Ever so slowly she tried her best to relax with him, even though her mind was on other things in secret.

Winsley smiled at him, chuckling slightly at the suggestion he made. Instead of directly answering him, she winked at him back, taking another long hit before blowing the smoke back out in his face in a slowed breath. Since that joint was out, she placed it in the nearest ashtray on the table before pulling out another joint, pulling the lighter out of Jay's hand and lighting the joint. She took a long drag before looking up, puffing the smoke out into the air, where it dissipated. Since he had made a suggestion for other activities, she decided to kiss him. First she took a drag, then kissed him on the lips, before trailing kisses down. Smoke rose with each time she moved for another kiss.

(Time skip)

Winsley had gone to the kitchen to get more pizza, and a bit of booze, before returning again to the couch. The movie had practically been over by that time. She sat down on his lap again, handing him a beer bottle with a sly smile on her face. Once handed, she opened her bottle up and took a long swig, sighing in content afterwards. It had been quite a night, and they deserved the drinks. Every now and again she took a hit from yet another joint, now working on her fourth, though was not as high as she would have wanted to be at that moment. It would take time for her.

Meanwhile, Patch was heading back with Winsley's rusted old car after finishing up a deal, taking a casual drive over to her best friends house. She expected Winsley to be smoking and watching TV, working on art projects, or plainly listening to music, all while Sage would have been there to take care of her. There was no hurry to get home, and besides, Winsley's old rust bucket couldn't afford any hurry. It would take her a bit, though she was at least 20 minutes away from the house.
 
Her voice was beautiful as she spoke to him in french, and Sage kissed her forehead, about to respond, when she did it for him. He kissed her gently, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Why don't you rest, my love? You deserve sleep," he cooed, rubbing her back gently to comfort her. For now Sage was holding his true pain back, just trying to take care of Korren. She needed someone to hold her, to make sure she got sleep. "And if you have any nightmares I'll be here to ward them off, I promise." Secretly, he wished someone would be there to ward his nightmares off. He was so worried he had ruined everything, even as she promised an 'I love you' and even as they lay so close, he couldn't help but feel like he had taken their relationship two steps back. He should have known not to move so fast with her. She was at Bucky's mercy before him, and he was no good man by any stretch. Sage wanted to be a good man, to take care of her. He had only been trying to have fun tonight, but it had all gone too far.

"I'm not going anywhere. I could never leave someone I'm so in love with," he added gently, wanting to emphasize how much he cared about her as he continued to rub her back in circles, keeping a pattern for comfort. He hoped she was okay with this, but she seemed to be on the verge of relaxation so he figured she must be. So for now he just held her, hoping to comfort his girl as best he could.

Jay had been elated as Winsley brought back the booze and sat in his lap once more. He felt good- great even, with her. She had such a great effect on him, and he couldn't help but feel a bit more respect for this girl as he kissed her deeply, careful to keep his fingers out of her hair and yet they still rested on her shoulders. He pulled back, only to take a large couple swigs of his drink and then a couple more drags, before beginning to slowly begin his attack, kissing and nipping at her neck. He was determined to leave a few marks, to mark her as his. He wanted Winsley to be his bitch and nobody else's, and he also wanted to show her some love since she had so kindly offered it up to him. "Tell you what, you order pizza every night this week, and I'll send you to the stars every single night," he promised, kissing her again before going back to her neck, only pausing to take a drag every now and then. "I love you, Wins," he cooed, and once again it didn't mean anything that it was supposed to. Love was casual, it was how he describes his feelings for a good pizza or a great game, but not how he described feelings for someone he felt deeply for. There wasn't a word for that type of feeling, though if he ever needed to say something he'd have to come up with it.
 
Korren looked up at him as he spoke, hinting a faked smile as he spoke. It bothered her to be called "love", but there was nothing she could have done about that now. Absently she nodded her head before pressing it against his chest again, wanting to at least hear his heart beat. His skin was warm, which comforted her a little more. At that moment she wanted the world to disappear, and to forget that anything bad had ever happened. All she wanted to do was live happily, as though nothing could possibly go wrong. Of course though, such a thought was a fairy tail and a far fetched dream. I'm not going anywhere. This made her almost cry. Almost she replied by telling him that she was the one that would be leaving, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She held on as tightly as she could as he comforted her, causing her to relax a little more. Physically she was calm, even though her mind was scrambled and rambling on about thoughts of Bucky. She closed her eyes and tried to doze off, though only laid there, holding on to Sage for dear life.

After a long period of silence, she finally fell asleep, Her dreams had all been nightmares, consisting of memories being replayed so that it felt real. In her sleep she shifted or faint and raspy whimper, until overall she fell still. The nightmares didn't end, though she could not wake from her dream state due to complete exhaustion. At times in her dreams they at least ended with Sage coming to help her, but some of them didn't. Some of them ended in both her and Sage getting shot immediately.

There was a point where the dreams got so bad that one of them felt almost real. In this dream, Korren was laying there in a state of sleep paralysis, unable to move and only able to move her eyes. She watched as Bucky entered the room, while Sage was still sleeping, and proceed to raise his gun up to the sleeping figure in the bed. All she wanted to do was move in the way of the bullet and stop it all, but she couldn't. It all felt too real. As soon as the gun went off, she sprung awake with a gasp from her dream. She jolted and sat up, looking around for any sign of Bucky, then looked over at Sage, who was lying still. Without hesitation she pulled the sheets off him to check if he was shot, placing a hand on his chest. His skin was still warm, and his heart was still beating. This calmed her down, allowing herself to let out a shaky breath. He was alive and well, though surely she must have alerted him by then. She brushed her hand over his arm while sitting up, her heart beating a mile a minute out of recent fear. "Sorry," Korren whispered, taking a deep breath after. Things were not okay, though she was scared to say a word. Instead she would have to hold her tongue and allow Sage to think that his fault, which was something she truly regret doing. It hurt her and made her stomach feel queasy, something she didn't want to feel.


Winsley smiled at him after they kissed, taking a drink from her bottle and taking a hit every now and then, starting to get high as a kite. Just by random occasion she would giggle with such a light feeling to her mood, almost as light as a feather. She loved it when he kissed her neck, and in fact moved to be against him fully while he did just that. The only time he had stopped was to speak, which made her smile only brighten. "I don't have to order. I know you'll come back, love." She absent mindedly played with his hair, twirling a strand with her finger. "Or else you'll be missing out on the best nights of your life." And once again the kissing started up again. All the while she smoked, biting her lip every now and then, giggling on occasion. At one point she ended up slowly maneuvering so that she was laying down on the couch. "I'm gonna make you mine, Blue Jay." She spoke out of the blue, in almost a dream state. What she said was true. Indeed this boy would be hers for the taking, because nothing would be able to stop her from getting what she wanted.
She didn't even notice as the door creeped open, with one of her best friends walking in to the home.

Patch had finally reached the home, though when she did, something was off. For the most part, there was an expensive car out in the front. At first she was sceptical, but figured that it was most likely Korren's car that Sage had borrowed, since the poor guy's car was blown up. She parked Winsley's car and walked up on to the porch. Without hesitation she walked through the front door unannounced, as she usually would. "Hey Brit, I'm home-" Patch stopped dead in her tracks. Just as the door was shut behind her she looked to see her friend underneath a strange guy who was only wearing boxers. At first she was very confused, then worried, and overall hurt. Her immediate thought was to get a baseball bat to defend her, and so she did. She reached over and grabbed the baseball bat next to the front door, carrying it closer to the couch. "What the hell are you doing to her you slimy son of a bitch?" Patch hissed out, glaring at the boy. Right then she needed answers, and one way or another she was bound to get them. Her best friend most likely screwed some dude she just met, and didn't even let Patch know. Anger began to boil inside of her.
 
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Sage had jolted awake as Korren sat up. he hadn't meant to but he had fallen into a much deeper sleep than expected when laying next to her, and so his eyes opened in a bit of a haze as he watched her frantically pull the blanket back, looking him over as if searching for an injury, before resting her hand on his chest. As she let out quite a large breath, he carefully took her hand in his, still a bit dazed and confused. "No, no don't be sorry, love, it's okay," he said gently, sitting up and pulling her into a hug. "I know I probably don't deserve much of an explanation, but I'd really appreciate if you told me what was going on, Korren," he said quietly, smoothing out her hair as he held her.

Even tired, Sage felt confused and afraid for Korren. He wanted to take care of her, to keep her safe and warm, and yet it seemed he was only making her feel worse, but then why would she allow him to lay with her? why would she look over him so closely, as if she cared so much? It couldn't be him, could it? Sage bit his lip, thinking for a moment. "You can tell me, you know. I'm not going to judge you, Harvard, and I'm not going to be upset or walk out on you or if you want me gone- if it was me, I need to know. I need to know how to help you. Please tell me, it kills me not to know," he whispered, squeezing her hand as he waited patiently. Maybe he was asking for some deep, dark secret without realizing it- he wasn't sure, but he just wanted her to trust him enough to talk to him.

Jay smirked as she laid down, moving to lay over her, biting down a bit harder on her neck. He wasn't trying to hurt her by any means, but rather wake her senses up a bit. He could tell they had dulled out from the high, and while Jay was starting to feel that dull ease himself, he still wanted her to feel him, to feel everything he did. He moved to kiss her once more, chuckling quietly. "I'm all yours, babe," he cooed, kissing her deeply, relaxing into it, before moving back to her neck, grinning at the hickeys he was causing. He loved seeing that cute little mark on her. She may have wanted to make him hers, but he had already made her his.

Before he could go farther than his sweet kisses though, a door was opened. Jay moved to kiss Winsley again, tugging on her bottom lip lazily as he glanced up, watching as a girl who might have been younger came in, a fury in her eyes that made Jay smirk as he let go of Winsley's lip, watching in amusement as her friend traipsed around her raw fury, grabbing a bat and throwing insults around. "Winsley your girlfriend seems offended you like dick better than her rack," he spoke jokingly, moving to sit up slowly as he slid a joint out of her waistband, being slow and precise with his movements to mock the new addition to the group before lighting it up and taking a hit, a challenge in his eyes. He fully expected this girl to swing at him, but he didn't care. If he managed to stop the hit he'd be fine, and if he didn't maybe his parents would take some notice that wasn't tearing him down.
 
Korren curled up against him as he pulled her into a hug, placing her head against his chest. She felt the hum of his voice, and clamped down on her lip. Of course he would have been suspicious of her. While she sat there she tried to find ways to cover herself up. There were two sides to her that were at war inside of her. One part wanted so desperately to tell him what was going on, yet at the same time she was terrified to say a word. What could she possibly say to avoid his death? There was not much she could say at all.

She looked him in the eye only for a moment, though moved again to clutch tightly on to him. Her nails dug into back, though she did not have any intention of hurting him. The red locks that clothed her head covered over her face so that it disappeared from sight. There was silence, then a broken voice tore into the quiet. "It was just a nightmare, but I'm scared." Her voice was shaky. This was at least the truth, though shrouded and vague. "It felt real, I thought I lost you." At this point straying tears fell, though she fell silent in attempt to contain herself. She didn't want to explain what "it" was, since that would bring up so many questions. If one question lead to another, than Sage would be shot by the next morning. She had to explain more, though. How would he believe her if she left it at a dream? There had to be an explanation to her drinking. "I can't stop thinking of what they did to me." That was a good cover up, and besides, it was true. Now that she brought it into full view it tormented her further. She took a shaky breath, pressing her head into his chest all the while. "No matter what I do, I can't stop thinking." There was a pause. Her voice got increasingly worse. "It won't stop. They won't stop." Tears flooded her eyes.

After a minute of breaking down, she moved away from Sage, looking him in the eye with a distraught expression. For a moment she just sat there, then decided to say something. "Sage," She began, moving to grab his hand, before looking over at the suicide helplines. "My parents were right to be worried." A tear fell down her cheek, while she sat there choked up on words that she couldn't say. It was obvious that she was hinting at being suicidal. Bucky's presence in her life made her want to end it all, and yet she couldn't. She couldn't because of what would happen to Winnie or Sage, and what they would be put through. Even still, though, she contemplated it.

Winsley giggled with a giddy tone as he spoke, and got into the kissing. Sure she was high, but she was aware of his actions. She looked up as Patch began to shout at Jay, and she was surprised in herself. At that moment she had completely forgotten that Patch was coming home. Just by the site of her she could tell that her friend wasn't taking kindly to Jay's presence. The insulting tone Jay gave off didn't help either. "Hey, piss off, that's my best friend your talking to." Winsley raised her hand and slapped the back of his head to prove the point that he shouldn't mess with her friend. This was mainly to appease Patch, though it did annoy her that he was insulting her friend. "Street rats don't badger street rats. Live and learn, Blue Jay." With that she stood up to get in between Jay and Patch, as to prevent any fighting between them. She removed all the joints that were in her waistband and tossed them on the couch, then grabbed on to Patch's arm that held the baseball bat. "Hey, sorry I didn't let you know, girl. I didn't think. I'm the idiot Brit, 'member?" Winsley smiled at her friend.

All the while, Patch was fully prepared to swing at Jay with all her might. It was his wrong doing to step foot into their house in the first place. She was stopped by Winsley though, who was trying to stop a homicide in secret. Patch smiled at her friend over time, though every time she laid eyes on Jay they would set to anger and hatred. It pissed her off to be mocked, and even though he may not have known, she took complete offense to the gay insult. "Sure ya' are, dingus." She ruffled Winsley's hair, pulling her into a headlock. They laughed together, though while Winsley was in that head lock, Patch was glaring at Jay. "Just uhm... who the hell is the slut over here, hm? I thought Sleeze was the pimp here, not you." Her gaze turned to Winsley, who turned to Jay with a shrug.

"This is Jay, best slut you can get for free, though he's all mine." Winsley winked at her friend, who let her out of the headlock by then. Patch still wasn't impressed, and as Winsley stepped back, she crossed her arms with a glare to her eye. It was plain as day that she didn't like this boy right off the bat, though decided against arguing about his presence for now for Winsley's sake. "Free sluts are pro'lly disease ridden, but whatever goats your float, Brit."
 
Sage felt his heart break for Korren, and he held her closer for as long as he possibly could. His beautiful girl was trapped in all these horrible thoughts and it was his fault. He shouldn't have pushed things so far. She had been fine earlier before everything unfolded. As she moved away from him though, and spoke those last few words, it took everything he had to hold himself together. They were right to be worried. She had tried, then. She had tried to take her own life- or wanted to. He wasn't sure which but he didn't want to ask. Was she thinking about that now? Did she want to die now? He couldn't handle that thought. He couldn't handle the idea of losing someone he cared about so much. Yet he couldn't come up with words to say.

It was Rose's death sentence all over again. He was at a loss for words or questions or anything, but he couldn't just shrivel up and stay quiet, could he? Of course not. He had to think of something. His mouth opened but no words came out. Finally, he sighed, unable to come up with anything, and took her hand in his, squeezing gently. It hurt to know someone you loved was for hurting and that you couldn't fix it. "How can I help?" he finally asked. It sounded lame, weak, like a question that came out of complete ignorance. He wanted to take her troubles away but he just didn't know how. "I'll do anything, just tell me what to do," he insisted, his words growing a bit stronger now. This wasn't cancer. He could actually help Korren- actually save her, and he couldn't pass out the opportunity to do so.

Jay had held a smirk on his face up until Winsley smacked him. He winced slightly, mumbling "Fuck" under his breath and rubbing the back of his head, a slight glare in his eyes as he watched Winsley slink off to her friend. It bothered him that she did that, but he supposed it bothered her that he said something to this girl. He watched as the two interacted, raising an eyebrow at the glare he got from Patch, but winking at her all the same, just to piss her off. It was always fun to push people's buttons, and he had a feeling he'd get a kick out of it if this chick stuck around.

As Winsley and Patch talked, and he was introduced, he waved. "Not a street rat but definitely Jay," he said simply, picking up on e of the joints and lighting it to take a long drag. "And I'll have you know I'm the tastiest slut you'll ever know, and clean as fuck too," he added towards Patch's obviously disapproval, before leaning up a bit more to grab Winsley's arm and yank her into a kiss. He had a feeling it'd make Patch mad, and he certainly would love to see that, so he made sure to hold Winsley in place for a moment, showing off in his own way, before sitting back and taking a casual hit of his joint. "People like me only come around once in a lifetime," he said, though his tone made it seem as if he wasn't joking as he smiled at Patch with a challenge in his eyes.
 
Korren looked back at him when he squeezed her hand, asking the question she didn't expect. How on earth could she answer? What could he possibly do to help her? The only thing he could really do to help was leave, but she didn't want that, and was sure he didn't want that either. It felt selfish not to ask him to leave, to not ward him away from the stress when he had no clue what was going on. She looked in his eyes for the longest time, opening her mouth to speak. Nothing came out as her mouth hung open. It took a moment before the words could come. "I- I don't know. I don't... I don't know." And she really didn't. She moved closer as the tears started to push through again, wrapping her arms around Sage and holding on to him tightly. There were too many thoughts on her mind that she couldn't think straight, nor focus. The main thought that trampled the rest was of Bucky, and how at any moment he could kill multiple people without a second thought, and he was capable of doing just that. Thinking of this only made her hold on to him tighter. "I'm so sorry, Sage. I'm so sorry." She whispered, wearing down by her internal struggles. Surely he would think that she was mentioning her suicidal thoughts, but it was much more than that. Soon they would never be able to see one another again, unless one of them wanted to see the other in their arms, dying. As brutally morbid as a scene would be, it was completely possible.

Patch simply looked at him, unimpressed with his actions and overall annoyed. This boy was taunting her and they both knew it, though it was clear that Winsley was either oblivious or pretending that there was no conflict in front of her. Her grip on Winsley tightened as the boy leaned forward, pulling her best friend away from her. In silence she watched as this dirty rat kissed her friend. It was disgusting how much he flaunted his attachment to Winsley, the green haired girl that did whatever and whoever she pleased. As for the whoever, she secretly got approval from Patch, while with Sage it was always disapproval followed by scaring off the other boy.

Her eyebrow arched as she looked at him, scowling all the while. After the last comment, she moved closer and yanked the joint he had in his hand right out and stomped on it, as a sign of disrespect that Winsley surely took notice to. "Oh please, I'm sure there are carbon copies of rich shits like you all around town.And don't even pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. I saw your fuckin' car." She then turned her eyes to her best friend, giving a look of warning, to show that she did not like this guy. Surely it would be Winsley's choice whether or not to stay with this dude, though it would hurt if her best friend chose some random dude she just met over her. Although,something about this boy really set her off. The fact that he was purposefully trashing her and taking Winsley for himself were clear signs that he was the complete opposite of a street rat; a prep. The one side of the spectrum that everyone seemed to be crossing over ever since Korren entered the group. That fact only made the moment worse.

Winsley frowned due to the tension between Patch and Jay. It didn't make her feel good about keeping him in her house, though she was too selfish to kick him out. The surprise kiss made her giggle, though that was for a short moment. Immediately she regret her decisions. After the kiss, she shrunk back, standing there near Patch. There was a look of stress in her eyes, while holding a rather uncomfortable expression. She backed away from the both of them with a few steps. "I'll, uh... get more drinks." And just like that she turned away and walked off to the kitchen. It stressed her out to see such tension and conflict between someone she has loved for years, versus someone she was beginning to care for and maybe even love. It would have been right for her to take Patch's side, though she did feel that her friend was being over protective and jealous. For now she gave herself some time to herself in the kitchen, which didn't necessarily work. Being alone only gave her anxiety, although she was afraid to face the conflict again.
 
Sage held Korren close as she fell into his arms, hugging her tight and comforting her for as long as he could. "It's okay, Harvard, you have nothing to be sorry for." He kissed the top of her head, rubbing her back and keeping her tight in his arms for a long moment. "You need rest. Why don't we both get some, huh? I'll tuck you in and stick around for the night." He gingerly brushed her tears away. "As your knight in shining armor I will guard you with my life," he added, trying to add a lighter atmosphere to the room as he brushed her hair back. "Come on, Korren, lay down," he moved the covers back, gently guiding her to lay before tucking in. Sage thought for a moment, before making a very conscious decision to lay on top of the covers, not wanting to make it seem like he was pushing himself on her in any way. He snuggled up, though, keeping one arm around her stomach, more to comfort her to anything, before closing his eyes. Of course he wouldn't get much sleep now, but that was fine. He needed to do some work to help her out anyways. Once Korren was asleep he'd try and clean up his mess and fix some of her own.

Jay rolled his eyes as Patch stomped out his joint, and casually reached for another one, lighting it up. He knew she was trying to get on his nerves, to make him mad, but Jay just wasn't the type to get legitimately angry very easily. And once he was everybody regretted causing it. Even Bucky did his best not to screw with Jay's temper. Although he noticed the warning look Patch gave Winsley after the car comment and found it a bit unsettling, snuffing out his annoyance. For once he was being judged in a negative manner for being rich, and it went as far as confusing him for a moment, although he didn't spend too much time thinking about it before a response teetered at the tip of his tongue. It never fell out though, seeing as Winsley had soon gotten up to leave. He noticed the discomfort in her eyes, and felt guilt fall into his own. He had wanted to have a good night with her, to have fun and eat pizza and smoke, but then the bitch had walked in and ruined their fun.

He watched as Winsley walked away, frowning slightly, taking a drag of his joint before looking up at Patch. "Listen you sad excuse for a whore, Winsley and I were having fun until you showed up. So put your A cup tits back inside your bra and chill out. She obviously doesn't like being around you when you're bitching so maybe you should just chill out. I'm a pretty chill dude, so I won't fuck with you if you don't fuck with me," he said, his words casual as he hopped over the couch. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go make sure my bitch okay," he muttered, before walking into the kitchen, noticing her there. She almost seemed anxious, which made him a bit worried. "Hey, babe, are you okay? Sorry I caused a scene. Guess my good looks drive all the woman a little crazy," he joked, moving to wrap his arms around her waist, kissing her forehead gently. It was one of the most affectionate things he had done all night, just a little comfort so she knew he was really sorry for causing somewhat of a fight. He genuinely liked Winsley so far, and he wanted to be able to stick around.
 
Korren tried to stop her tears, though they just flowed down uncontrollably. The question to ask what was wrong with her would have been difficult to answer at that moment. There were so many things wrong that she could not express. Inside she felt the suppression, pushing all of her thoughts back inside of her, feeling as if they were bubbling in her stomach and fighting to escape. It hurt to feel this, but she couldn't stop it. The tears slowed down as she was comforted, though every now and again she would whimper or her breath would become irregular and shaky.

She did as she was told, laying down in the bed as she was guided down. Once laying down, she curled closer to him. It was comfortable to be against him. She wanted to use the time she had left to keep close with him and never leave his side, not for a second. With what little time they had left, she needed to make sure they would be together. "Je t'adore," She whispered to him before slowly shutting her eyes. It took her a bit before finally falling into a deep sleep that she had desperately needed. Tomorrow would need to be a busy day, and a stressful one for that matter. She was not prepared for what she would have to do.

Patch felt guilty for how Winsley reacted, and in the back of her mind she knew she would have to go comfort her friend. Just by blowing up on Jay, she felt bad for how Winsley was feeling, though she could care less about how he felt about the situation. It surprised her when Jay acted the way he did, as if he actually cared about Winsley. Surely he must have only cared though for extra benefits or perks to getting with Winsley. She crossed her arms and listened what he had to say. The insult annoyed her to say the least, though she at least attempted to listen to what he had to say, which wasn't much. It still bothered her with how he worded, things, though at that moment she held her tongue. A realization came to her head then: she was being the villain in the moment. That stung to think about. She huffed and walked off to Winsley's room, deciding to hide there for the night. Clearly she was not needed now that her best friend found some boy to fraternize with in some twisted love story.

Winsley looked up as he entered the kitchen. The whole time she had been listening to the conversation, and sinking in to her emotions the more she sat there in stress. She watched as he walked closer, and moved so that they were face to face, as close as can be. The little joke he cracked managed to crack a smile from her, though it soon dropped. For a moment she just stood there looking up at him, then moved her arms around his waist so that she was holding him, hugging him. The one thing she only did with her close friends, she was doing now with Jay. "No, but I'll be fine." Her voice was quieter than usual, though not too quiet. She contemplated telling him her condition. "I just have to deal with some inner demons or whatever you call 'em." Winsley sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. It was comforting to be against him, with her head against his chest and arms around his sides.

The only thing that bothered the moment was when she heard a door slam. Her whole body jolted from the scare, while she looked towards the opening to the living room. Patch had stormed off, which wasn't good. In a way though, she felt like she had to defend her friend in her absence. It was the right thing to do in her mind. "Patch isn't bad, you know. She's just protective, kinda like me... She just doesn't want to be abandoned. It freaks her out, just like how I freaked out a little 'cause of the argument." She paused for a moment before adding something else on to her clarification about one of her best friends. "She doesn't take kindly to strangers, though. 'Specially preps like Bitchy and his dumbass goons... I hope you understand. It's nothing personal, Blue Jay... Well, I mean it kinda is, but you know what I mean."
 
Sage held Korren close as she drifted off, and laid with her for even longer in order to make sure she was in a deep sleep. It was only after he was sure of this that hen gently untangled himself from her, kissing her forehead and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Je t'adore, Harvard," he cooed, his voice quiet so as not to wake her. He carefully moved off her bed, heading over to her desk and grabbing her backpack. He wanted to ease Korren's tensions as much as possible, and so he began to work on her homework for her. Like last time he had done this, it was something he had to push through. Sage had only just started doing his work in hopes of impressing Korren, and he certainly wasn't in all these advances classes.

It took him a few hours and the internet for research, but he finally got all her homework done for her before writing up a sick note and signing it in a sophisticated scribble. He glanced back towards her every now and then, checking on her. Sage was worried to see her so distraught, and what was worse is she had never confirmed nor denied if he had triggered it. It made him wonder what exactly caused her all the pain she was currently in, and he turned back to her computer, looking down at the note. A deep sigh fell out of his mouth as he rested his chin in his hand, his elbows pressed hard against the desk. He had meant to start snooping, but before he could even click on her files a wave of exhaustion hit him and he drifted off, her finished homework in a neat pile and the sick note resting on top.

Jay frowned slightly as she mentioned she wasn't okay. This was something he liked to deal with. He liked the people in his life to have everything be okay, to be positive, but street rats had more problems than Jay could ever understand. He didn't want to fix her or try to save her, but he couldn't stop himself from holding her a bit closer. Sex was nice, but he certainly wouldn't get it if his girl was upset and so he'd have to make her happy if nothing else.

As the door slammed and Winsley winced, he listened to her defend her friend. It was odd. Bucky never defended Jay and Jay never defended Bucky. They weren't really friends though, when he thought about, they were just trapped in a hierarchy together, in the same ring, and so they were forced to like each other. If a team didn't get along it didn't work. "I'm just going to tell you now I don't like your friend," Jay admitted. "But I don't hold it against her. Nobody wants to lose the things they care about." Jay moved to pick Winsley up, sitting her on the counter and standing in between her legs, his hands resting on her hips. "It's fine, I get it. But you, if you're not okay, you should talk to me. It's obvious I'm going to be sticking around for a while so I might as well get to know that damaged mind of yours," he added, his voice lightening up to more of a joking tone before he leaned in and kissed her deeply. He pulled back not long after he started though, waiting for her words to spill out. "And maybe I'll tell you a couple of my dirty little secrets too, we'll swap some dark shit about each other, sound goood?" he offered.
 
Winsley nodded to his honesty. Although she didn't want to hear that he didn't like Patch, she wasn't going to hold it against him, even it hurt to have conflict between the two. Her focus was pulled away from that thought when she was picked up, letting out a quiet squeak. Being picked up was something she was use to, by only her friends. Anyone else who tried to pick her up would end up dropping her, with Jay being the exception. Instead of forcing him to put her down, she liked to be picked up by him, even if it was just to set her down on the counter. She looked up into his eyes as he stood there. Her hands moved to hold on to his, clothing over his as he talked. His tone made her smile, before they deeply kissed. It was a nice conclusion to his attempt to help her, as well as a promise of secrets. Getting to know him was the very thing she wanted to do. "Alright, Blue." And without hesitation, she took a deep breath, and began to tell him the ins and outs of the problems with her. In summary, she was a troubled teen with depressive and anxiety disorders, an addiction to weed, and she was heavily dependent on people. "...and so I just don't do well without people, yah know? I guess I'm lucky though, 'cause I've always had Patch or Sleeze to help me, so I don't have to deal with shit like anxiety attacks." (Sleeze was established as Sage as she talked)
She talked about how she was suppose to be taking anti depressants, and how she couldn't afford them. Then, she moved on to how she coped, which was talking to people, smoking, listening to music, and painting. She limited herself on the amount of time spent on talking about painting, and yet she still managed to talk about it for a little more than 20 minutes. Finally, when everything she needed to tell him was said, she ended it off with a faint smile. "So.. yeah. What about you, love? Got any deep and dark back stories? Easy life, or some rough shit up your sleeve?" Her smile turned into a cheeky grin as she tried to turn the moment into a joke. It was something she wanted to do to keep the mood light hearted, even after all the things she told him. She squeezed his hand and looked into his eyes, searching them for the answer before he could give it. There was something there that was filled with hurt, yet clothed in confidence. Even though it wasn't obvious, she had a distinct instinct that there would be something about him that was broken, even if it may not have been as shattered as she was.
 
Jay listened intently, obviously hanging onto her words as he spoke, smiling when the time was right and holding her a little tighter when she needed it. He hated to think it was hard for her to be alone. It made him never want to leave, and then it made him scold himself internally for caring so much. Although he couldn't help but be interested as she talked about the dynamic of her life. It made him want to be invested. When she talked about painting though, heh could really tell she cared about it, and made a small note to himself about it. He wanted to get her something special for sharing so much with him. Maybe a whole paint set, or brushes, or... something. He had to admit he wasn't much of an artist without his guitar to play so he'd make sure to ask and find something good. Although when she mentioned not being able to pay for her meds that became the new idea of something to buy her. If she needed i t then there was nothing that should have gotten in the way of her and health. That would be first on his list of items to get for her.

As she turned it on him though, he paused to think. Sure he had suggested they swap secrets, but what did Jay have to tell? Well, he had a lot to tell, really, but why bother her with his problems? He didn't have depression or anxiety. He didn't have real issues. He was just a rich, whiny brat in comparison to his beautifully damaged girl. "Oh I'm not too interesting. I'm just the average middle child story. I get ignored and get to do whatever I want. It's actually pretty awesome." What a lie, but he forced it out of his mouth anyways. "But my real secret? I give killer stick and poke tattoos." He smirked and kissed her quickly, before carefully pulling her shirt up, his thumb brushed over her hip. "Why don't I give you one? Right here? It'll look fucking cool," he promised, turning to kiss her again. He was obviously trying to avoid the subject of himself for now, and he'd wait until he was sure this girl was going to stay in his life before he went any deeper.
 
Winsley watched him intently, wanting to truly know who he was as a person. When he played off as if his life was unimportant or boring, that obviously made her a little disappointed. Not because of the story, but because of the fact that he wouldn't open up as much as she did. Even though she was disappointed though, she still managed to smile through it all when he moved on to a different subject, which completely interested her. Her eyebrow raised in interest, before looking down at the spot he pointed out to be tattooed. She smiled when he kissed her for sure, before glancing down at the aforementioned area to tattoo. It was a bit risky to be getting a tattoo from him, especially if she didn't know his skill level as an artist. "Are any of your tattoos stick and poke, love? Because that'd be sweet to have somethin' like one of those." One hand ran over his phoenix tattoo on his arm and chest. It was a beautiful tattoo, something she probably would have wanted someday.
"I'd love for my tattoo to be done by a mysterious hottie like yourself." In a way that was a jab to the fact that he wouldn't tell her what was wrong in his life. There had to have been something to hide, otherwise, why would he hide it? It intrigued her more than ever now, though she didn't push farther than a small jab. She didn't want to push him away so soon, especially when they were just getting to know one another as people.

Instead of continuing that thought, she smiled and winked at him. "You know, I've always wanted the number 9, but like, in roman numerals. It reminds me of a band I love. They're amazing, and I can't wait to meet 'em one day 'cause one way or another, I will be meeting them." Winsley chuckled slightly, though her face was bright with intent in what she said. It was true that she loved that band, although she didn't give the reasons why. The band had helped her through suicidal stages and through times when she had absolutely no one there with her, which was hell on earth. They helped her cope with life, which was why she had such high respects for them. It would have only been a matter of time, though, before she had gotten a symbol to resemble them as a tattoo, and what better way than to get it by someone you were starting to love and appreciate.
 
Jay chuckled as Winsley seemed to take him up on his offer, though he didn't fail to notice her word choice, referring to him as 'mysterious'. It was not a word most people used for Jay, and even though he knew he didn't have to tell her anything, he felt compelled to give her maybe just a bit of insight into his life. Even as she shifted the topic to the tattoo, he thought about how to give her some sort of hint when she mentioned the number nine. "Nine, huh?" He smiled brightly. "That's my jersey number. I think we're meant to be, doll." He leaned forward and kissed her once more. "How funny is that? You accidentally already connect to me, that's more than my parents have done in all eighteen years of my life." It was supposed to be a joke, and he even managed a light chuckle, but there was nothing funny about parents who never supported their children. It was just a little clue, something for her to hear and interpret. Maybe she'd understand or maybe she wouldn't. He wasn't sure, but he wasn't ready to explicitly tell her that he knew how to use concealer better than his sister because of the times his dad punched him when they fought. He wasn't ready to tell her his parents had threatened to disown him hundreds of times. He wasn't ready to tell her any of it, because who would want to be with someone with a family so fucked up?

The one thing Jay always admired about street rats is money wasn't there to get in the way, and so love ran the household instead of the almighty dollar. Even if her dad was fighting a war and her mom was working her ass off, at the end of the day they both loved Winsley. Jay sometimes doubted his parents loved him. It seemed impossible.

He had gotten lost in his own thoughts, and hadn't even realized it. During that time, Jay's eyes had glazed over, had stared past Winsley rather than towards her, and he had forgotten his existence, so trapped in his terrifying thoughts that he nearly forgot the conversation entirely before he snapped back into reality, smiling a fake grin. "But anyways, back to stick and poke. We need to get you hammered and I'll put the most badass roman numeral nine on your beautiful skin in no time." His grin faltered, but only because he was forcing it, and after a moment he looked into those pretty greenish orbs of hers and stopped being so fake as he leaned down and kissed her again.
 
Winsley smiled at the mention of his jersey number. He was athletic, which meant he was either casually athletic or sucked into the crowd with Bucky, and she didn't want to believe the second option. Aside from that, she was content that he at least tried to open up in his own little way, though what he told her unsettled her. She looked him in the eye with concern riddling her face. After he chuckled, he had fallen to a vacant stare, which scared her. Before she could thoroughly react though, he snapped back to reality. She returned a light smile to him as he spoke, genuinely excited about the idea of finally getting a tattoo. Even so, she still worried over Jay. Just by the vague statement he said, she had a general idea of what was wrong, and it frustrated her. There was some sort of neglect that he was facing, and it didn't seem like the kind of neglect that had a real reason. Her parents didn't have time to raise her nowadays, but she at least knew it was because they were trying to help her financially and just do their jobs.

As much as she wanted to bring the subject back up to discuss it with him, he had moved on to the subject of stick and poke, and the moment that he leaned down to kiss her, she just smiled. They would have to talk about it later, but for now they would enjoy their lives. The kiss continued until she finally pulled away, smiling all the while, before thinking of an issue that would definitely put a damper into the process of the stick and poke.. "I don't think I have the stuff to get hammered though, babe. Beer's nice and all, but it ain't a hammer kind of drink. Think we should get some vodka or somethin'?" She looked him in the eye with a curious expression. Perhaps they should just wait, but she did want to get this done, though if they were going to continue meeting, it could happen another time. Besides, she was growing tired, even though she didn't want to be. For a brief moment she covered her mouth with her hand and yawned, though blinked a few times to keep herself awake. She didn't want to sleep right away, since that would mean that once she shut her eyes, he would probably disappear. It was a possibility that he could stay, but she didn't count on that fact.

"Vodka or something else, like rum I guess. Whatever it takes. I have a fake license so we could just grab some without question, you good with that?" Winsley smiled, and winked in almost a mocking manner. Going against the law was something she was use to, but she didn't know if he was use to it. Surely with his confidence and attitude, though, he would have done something a street rat would do, though he could clearly afford things. Stealing was different for preps and street rats. For some or most street rats, it was mostly because they couldn't afford it, for a bet, or it was done as a toughness game. Whatever reason the richer kids did it for was beyond her, since they could just as easily buy the item.
 
Jay shook his head as she mentioned pulling out fake ID's to go get the alcohol now. He had seen the way she yawned and could tell she was getting sleepy. "I think someone needs her rest," he told her, picking her up once more. "Let's go lay down babe, I'll spend the night, but I gotta head home in the morning to get ready for my failing education," he told her jokingly, kissing her forehead once more. He started walking off towards her room but stopped in front of the door. "I think your friend's in there. We should take a guest room." He looked around, wondering which door led to a place they could sleep safely next to each other before pushing open a door with his foot. It looked guest bedroom enough, though there were small signs that another male had practically occupied the room. He wondered if it was Sage who stuck around this place as he set Winsley on the bed. "Tell you what? I'll bring the booze tomorrow and we can get stoned and smashed and have some fun and I'll give you the best stick and poke tattoo you'll ever get. And if I get drunk enough I'll let you give me one too," he added, collapsing on the bed next to her.
 
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