Making Melodies

@ heroes.


Ashton woke up with a splitting headache from a night of partying. He didn't want to wake up for work, but he had to. His mother was passed out on the couch like usual and Ashton wanted to cry. His mother was dying of cancer and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The thought of him walking into the living room, and she'd be dead on the couch crossed his mind all the time. It took over his thought process and his friends were no help; they sucked at helping out. Especially Luke and Michael, but at least Calum tried.

"Well, I guess I got to go to work," Ashton said out loud to his sleeping mother before kissing her on the forehead and running upstairs to get dressed.

(I hope this didn't suck :$)

@ BringMeTheFuentes
(yours was great, don't worry! )



"Dezzy, baby, where're you going?"

Dez gasps as her boyfriend practically snatches her back, bumping against his chest and freezing in her spot. She quietly says, "To work, Jay. I'm just going to work." His arm snakes its way around her waist and he starts to kiss her, scrape his teeth against her skin and he's sucking on her neck and she shakes her head because she has to go to work, how can she show up with hickeys on her neck? "Jay, cut it out. Please." He keeps going, even starts to push her down with the force he is using. "Jay!" She tries to push him back, tenses up so he cannot cause her to fall any further.

He stops for a moment and hisses, "I'm just kissing you, Jesus fucking Christ, Dez." He looks over her neck, proud of the bruise he has left as his grip around her gets tighter. "What, had another guy's lips on you? Mine aren't good enough anymore, is that it? Don't want me anymore? I'm nothing to you now, right?"

"N-no, baby, of course not," she mutters. His hold hurts a lot. It's kind of hard to breathe.

But then he's letting her go, caring little to none that her face is flushed and her shirt is wrinkled and her neck is sporting a decent-sized dark spot and that she is visibly startled. He says with a smirk, "Whatever. Go to "work," tell the other guy I said hey, fucking slut." And Dez could cry, she could, but sobbing in his face would give him more power than he already feels he has. So she sucks in a breath and pathetically goes,

"There's no other guy, Jay, I love you. You know that, don't you?"

He just flips her off and goes into the bedroom they so (un)fortunately share. She has no time to try and talk him out of this angry state, she's already late. With a bitten-back cry, Dez slaps a hand over her mouth and runs out to her car. 'Don't you dare,' she scolds herself. 'Don't you fucking dare.'

She commends herself; driving to work, she only lets the tears fall for three good minutes.

(hope this wasn't too over-dramatic )

@ heroes.
(No, it was perfect! :D)

"Ashton! Honey! Please go get me a wet rag, I think I'm about to throw up. Please!" Ashton's mother begged as she leaned over the toilet. She was having an episode again, and that wasn't going to be good for the both of them.

"Yes! I'm coming!" Ashton said as he ran down the hall to the laundry room. He didn't want his mom to suffer anymore because he couldn't take seeing her that way.

Once he got the rag, he ran to the bathroom and ran it under warm water... that usually helped her.

"Here you go, Hey... mom, I'm gonna be late for work."

"You can go,"

"You sure?"

"Positive,"

With that, Ashton grabbed his bag and ran out of the house. He didn't want to see his mother suffer, but who could blame him?

(Hopefully this doesn't suck! :$)

@ BringMeTheFuentes
(It was great! Sorry I took so long in responding! )

Dez is very nearly in a car accident on her way to work.

Even with stupid tears blurring her vision, she swerves just in time to evade slamming into someone who decided it would be cute to take up both lanes. She mumbles, "Fucking idiot," not bothering to care about her ruined eyeliner or the obvious bruise on her neck. She'll just swing her ponytail around and let it lie on her neck and shoulder, hopefully that should cover it up.

She makes it to work without anymore potential crashes and pretends that she didn't, not even for a moment, think about someone speeding straight into her. She didn't think about a permanent escape, didn't bring herself down so far during that car ride. She was fine. And now she needs to put on a smile and serve some people.

The perks of working at a café on the rich side of town is that if you're just nice enough, customers are quite generous with tips. They've got money to blow and a proper smile gets some of that money in her pocket, she learned very fast. She can't afford to be upset, can't allow herself to have to rely on Jay more than necessary. She never knows when he's going to blow, never knows when he's going to hate her, never knows when he's going to throw her down and spit in her face. She needs to be able to hold her own, at least a little.

"Dezzy!" exclaims one of the bright spots in her life, a one Calum Hood. Calum is her best friend, her co-worker, her rock, and God only knows what she'd do if Jay drove him away. So far, it hasn't happened, but. She never knows. "You're late as fuck," he says, smirking. Thankfully, the curse floats through the air and is picked up by no one.

Dez laughs, discreetly wiping at the trails of makeup. They stop midway down her cheeks, hopefully she can get rid of them before Calum studies her good. He's playing with the cash register now, giving her a bit of time. When he looks up again, the only flaw is the smudge under her eyes.

"Shut up. The one day you're on time and you're the punctuality god? I think not."

He mocks her as she walks to the back, prepared to change into uniform. Once she retrieves her uniform and makes it to the bathroom, she stares too hard into the mirror. Her eyes are puffy and red, cheeks blotchy, and she is so thankful that Calum apparently didn't look hard enough, distracted by the buzz around him. She wouldn't be able to answer if he asked her what was wrong. She never can.

@ fairy boy.
Do you wanna continue this one too?