Stories In Scars
Confrontations Are Hell
As I put my makeup on, Ryan comes up from behind, hugging me.
“You look so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear.
Turning around, pushing him away, I say, “God, Ryan. I said not now. Give me some space. I want it to go back how it was, but.... I just... I can’t right now.”
“Okay...” Ryan answers, backing off.
I finish putting on my makeup, drink another cup of coffee, and arrive at the TV studio. ‘Breathe,’ I tell myself. It’ll be okay.
“Hey, Spencer?” I say as I approach him.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“Um... No one knows about the whole... thing. Right? I really don’t think I can answer questions about the... abortion... yet.”
“No! Well, I don’t think so,” he comforts me. “I was looking on the boards, and nothing was on there.”
“Okay, good,” I say with a sigh of relief.
We arrive at the studio for the first interview of the day. God, if you’re out there, please. Just... please.
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The interview’s done, fairly painlessly. Thankyouverymuch. A few questions about me and Ryan were brought up, but that was taken care of quite well.
Lunchtime now, before the next interview. Also, time to talk to Jon. Lovely, just lovely.
We sit down at some shitty diner, and I make sure Jon’s across from me.
“So, Jon, what happened last night?” I ask.
“Um, I got mad drunk.”
“No shit. But why. You can hold your liquor. Apparently not this time,” I say.
“Psh. I just broke up with my girlfriend. Isn’t that reason enough?”
“Hell no. You were perfectly fine right when you guys broke up. It was me, wasn’t it?”
“No!”
“Come on, Jon, we all know it was Grey,” Ryan chimes in.
“Yep,” Brendon agrees.
“No. Just... Fine. It was goddamn Grey. Can’t we just let it go!?” Jon says.
“God no, Jon, we can’t. I can’t,” I tell him. “Is it going to be a problem if I try to work things out with Ryan? I mean, what happened in the hospital, it was all a mistake. I told you what the doctors said. I’m sorry.”
Jon just gets up to leave without another word. I try to go after him, but Ryan pulls me back onto his lap.
“Just let him be, honey,” he comforts me.
I nod into his shoulder and let a few tears go.
“You look so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear.
Turning around, pushing him away, I say, “God, Ryan. I said not now. Give me some space. I want it to go back how it was, but.... I just... I can’t right now.”
“Okay...” Ryan answers, backing off.
I finish putting on my makeup, drink another cup of coffee, and arrive at the TV studio. ‘Breathe,’ I tell myself. It’ll be okay.
“Hey, Spencer?” I say as I approach him.
“Yeah? What’s up?”
“Um... No one knows about the whole... thing. Right? I really don’t think I can answer questions about the... abortion... yet.”
“No! Well, I don’t think so,” he comforts me. “I was looking on the boards, and nothing was on there.”
“Okay, good,” I say with a sigh of relief.
We arrive at the studio for the first interview of the day. God, if you’re out there, please. Just... please.
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The interview’s done, fairly painlessly. Thankyouverymuch. A few questions about me and Ryan were brought up, but that was taken care of quite well.
Lunchtime now, before the next interview. Also, time to talk to Jon. Lovely, just lovely.
We sit down at some shitty diner, and I make sure Jon’s across from me.
“So, Jon, what happened last night?” I ask.
“Um, I got mad drunk.”
“No shit. But why. You can hold your liquor. Apparently not this time,” I say.
“Psh. I just broke up with my girlfriend. Isn’t that reason enough?”
“Hell no. You were perfectly fine right when you guys broke up. It was me, wasn’t it?”
“No!”
“Come on, Jon, we all know it was Grey,” Ryan chimes in.
“Yep,” Brendon agrees.
“No. Just... Fine. It was goddamn Grey. Can’t we just let it go!?” Jon says.
“God no, Jon, we can’t. I can’t,” I tell him. “Is it going to be a problem if I try to work things out with Ryan? I mean, what happened in the hospital, it was all a mistake. I told you what the doctors said. I’m sorry.”
Jon just gets up to leave without another word. I try to go after him, but Ryan pulls me back onto his lap.
“Just let him be, honey,” he comforts me.
I nod into his shoulder and let a few tears go.