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Post by cassandra cain on Jun 16, 2015 9:53:55 GMT
it's strange, to finally be back in a relationship after everything that happened. she thought she would never come back, but she did. she always does. there's just something about rory that keeps her from denying him. maybe it's the constant hope that he's changed. she believes in him every time when he has, and each time he's broken it -- but maybe he's finally come to redeem his sins.
she lets herself into the apartment. it's oddly quiet, except for the rush of water down the hall. he's taking a shower. snooki meows and her ribbons wave around more fervently, as if her excitement's manifested in them. she skitters into the bedroom. cass hears the deep resounding bark of cuddles and she knows that he's here, too.
she takes her time to explore the apartment, taking her time to digest every detail. it's slightly messy. there's dust everywhere. seems like rory doesn't hire cleaners while he's gone. typical, she thinks. her eyes land on his phone, and she takes the opportunity to snatch it from its place on the table. cass feels a bit guilty because it's a breach of trust, but she has a feeling that this is a recurring problem.
no amount of showers would be able to wash away the shame. he felt dirty even though the night he spent with andrea was a few days ago. he needed to control himself. he had just fixed things with cass. they were in a new relationship. and rory has already fucked it up.
he stood underneath the shower, letting the water run down his face. he stayed there for quite a while. he just let his head process everything that's happening. and everything that could happen.
he turned off the shower and dried himself off. he took his time in the bathroom. he dried his hair and put on a plain shirt and a pair of pants. his hair was messy, but he didn't care. today was just a day for him to relax.
and how nice it would be to spend it with cass.
when he exited the bathroom his eyes met with a sylveon. he raised an eyebrow. he assumed it was snooki, otherwise cuddles wouldn't be so complacent or friendly. he smiled because he knew cass was here too.
he soon left the bedroom and saw her sitting on his couch with his phone in her hands. he couldn't see her face. "lovely to see you," he greeted. he walked over to her and stood by the side of the couch. his eyes glued onto her and not his phone.
Post by cassandra cain on Jun 17, 2015 2:30:58 GMT
she casually goes through his phone, making careful note of her picture on the background. they looked so young. happy. it feels like she's looking at a stranger, but she knows it's just herself. she shakes her head, distracting herself by opening apps and photos before she alienates herself too much.
then she sees it. there's nude photos, and it's not her. they're at the bottom of the album, which meant they were new. cass sits there, staring at photos for a while, because rory can't possibly have gotten these just after they've made up.
but she knows full well that he would do this. cass can barely hear him over the noise. she doesn't register that he's there until she hears snooki's name. cass suddenly stands up, whipping around to face him. she takes one last glance at the phone, as if it's a hallucination and she's just imagining things, but it's happening all over again and she can't stop it.
she hurls the phone at rory's head. cass backs up a couple steps just to distance herself away from him.
rory knew the moment she stood up that something was wrong. he tried to take a look at his phone, but she turned to face him too quick. all he could see was her face. disappointment, anger, rage. shit.
"cass--" she tosses the phone at his head. he manages to catch it before it hit him. cass distances her self. with the phone in his hand he could only stare at her. it was like he was a complete stranger again. or worse, her enemy.
he looks down at the phone. fuck. it was a few pictures of somebody nude. andrea. his mind quickly wondered if this was the only thing she saw. he hoped that she didn't click on the skype app and read through his messages; she would have found an address. he quickly locked his phone and tossed it over to the couch.
"they're... just pictures," he replied. his voice was shaky. he himself can't believe he fucked up this bad again. "i haven't slept around since the event."
Post by cassandra cain on Jun 17, 2015 4:09:52 GMT
in here it's like they're actually playing the role they're pushed into. cass glares at him with as much malice and rage as she would if she was cass the magma leader, facing off against the aqua leader. not cass, soon-to-be ex of rory mclain. but right now, they're one and the same. they're enemies, ready to battle in a verbal battlefield.
"just pictures my ass. did you jack off to them too?" she snarls. she's usually a bit more contained with her vulgarity, but it doesn't matter. for once, rory doesn't look confident. there's no smirk, which cass can appreciate. he even has the gall to look guilty.
she runs an angry hand through her hair, closing her eyes. this is all the worse, because rory isn't the only one at fault. she kissed juls as well -- it was a drunk peck, but nevertheless it still counts in her book. does she confess to him? she knows how angry and posessive rory can get. cass huffs, her anger dampened by her own sins.
rory was ready for it. he prepared himself for the vicious beating that was about to happen. it always does. and it starts out vulgar already.
"n-no i didn't," he replied. whenever he feels guilty his hands always found the comfort in his pockets. so it looked like she doesn't know about the night he spent with her; just the pictures. he was both glad and guilty at the same time. should he tell her? maybe.
and he was just about to when she blurted out three words all too familiar. it caught him off guard. he was ready to argue his case but now she's already forgiven him. no, this wasn't like cass. this was way too easy. something was up.
he glanced over to the coffee table. her phone was on there. something was definitely wrong, so he was going to get to the bottom of it. with her eyes still closed he quickly reached for the phone and turned around, walking a bit to separate himself from her.
Post by cassandra cain on Jun 17, 2015 4:43:11 GMT
he shoves his hands into his pockets, looking like a kicked dog. she couldn't even tell if he was saying the truth. she doesn't even know anymore. for all she knows, he might not even be telling her the whole story.
the moment she utters her forgiveness rory's immeditaly suspicios. she hears him move towards the phone. he snatches it off with a quick movement and with deft fingers goes through the phone. oh no. she hasn't deleted that picture that juls sent her. the one where they're kissing.
it was a slightly drunken night full of karaoke singing. the crowd urged them. what else was she expected to do? but cass shakes her head, because she knows that she's only making excuses for herself.
"rory--" she says standing behind him. he suddenly stops, and with rising dread she knows that he sees it. shit. is this how he feels? cass puts a hand on his shoulder, trying to salvage the last of their fading relationship.
he sees it all. a picture of cass kissing someone. no, he recognizes that someone. julius, was it? the hipster. he felt angry, like he could just punch a hole in the wall right now. this was just one picture. a part of him felt like shit because of all the times he's betrayed her trust. was this what it felt right?
rory felt her hand on his shoulder. he quickly shrugged it off and turned around. he handed the phone back to her, not wanting to see the picture anymore. he tried to smile to let her know he was alright. but he wasn't.
"n-nice picture," he said. his voice was shaky once more. he wasn't quite sure if he was angry or sad. maybe both. he couldn't look her in the eye anymore. "i can't fuck around but you can, yeah?" he barked.
"why?" he asked. his eyes stared at the floor behind her.
Post by cassandra cain on Jun 17, 2015 5:45:03 GMT
she could feel him tense under her touch before it's shrugged away. cass can tell - he's angry. she's a little afraid of what he can do. she knows he's violent when he's angry. it's usually not towards her. usually. cass pulls back her hand, tentatively reaching forward to take her phone, locking it and holding it close to her chest.
the fucking smile makes it all the worse. it's so sad. there's so much disappointment that she doesn't know what to do. rory's voice is even shakier then before. cass's frown deepens, her guilt multiplies. he can't even look at her now. while cass gets vulgar and violent, rory's anger is more subtle. he seethes, but now there's a resigned look to him.
"n-no it's not like that. it's the only time it happened." she says truthfully. rory's done it so many times, so why is he making such a big deal about it now? cass stares at him. it's like he's looking through her now. she silently pleads to him. please, look at me. it's so much more worse. she couldn't bear it.
"i-i was drunk. we sang karaoke and the crowd pressured us to..." she drifted off, not willing to complete the sentence. because that just makes it so much worse. she doesn't know what to do. she doesn't know what to say.
rory knew he shouldn't have left the event that early on. there was a karaoke event he didn't even know about. maybe if he was there she would have asked him instead and not juls. he sighed, letting his anger boil inside of him for now.
no, he wasn't angry at cass. he realizes that now. he was angry at juls. but he was also angry at himself for cheating. because he knows that fucking someone is much worse than a kiss. but he doesn't want to put the blame on himself right now.
"give me your phone," he said. he finally looks at her in the eyes. rory wasn't one to cry, but he could right now if he just lets go. he blinked away the tears before sticking out his hand, his palm facing upwards.
"i need his number," he said. he wasn't thinking right. his head was still processing the different thoughts and emotions. he should have just held on to her phone. but instead he handed it back to her.
Post by cassandra cain on Jun 17, 2015 6:04:31 GMT
he sighs. cass doesn't know what that means. she's never been good at emotions. was it in disappointment over her? chances are, they were. she feels the lump in her throat grow. she swallows it, but it wouldn't go away. cass hates this feeling. it's even worse since he doesn't even yell at her. there's only disappointment, and somehow, that's even worse.
"no," she immediatly says, clutching it tighter and pulling it closer to her chest. "no." she repeats, because she knows rory. and chances are he'll start beating juls like he does to every other guy that's even gotten close to her. he's one of her friends -- she can't betray him like that.
"what are you going to do?" cass asks, even through she knows full well what the answer is. but she can't help but ask anyways. she backs up a couple steps. there's nothing to prevent him from reaching out and wrenching it away from her hands, and cass wouldn't risk it.
"i'm not going to stand by and let you beat him up."
rory felt like his heart had been stabbed when she said no. the second one hurt even more. and suddenly he was angry at her too. not because she kissed him but because she wouldn't give it to him. he retrcated his hand for now, ruffling his hair in frustration.
"why are you protecting him?" he asked. she held the phone closer to her chest. he could reach out and grab it, and he was close to doing so.
the bedroom door was open. cuddles and snooki have both stopped playing and were watching them fight. rory can't see them. but he knew the door was open and he knew cuddles wouldn't bother them unless things got out of control.
"d-do you love him?" his own question sent him over the edge. he lashed out to grab the phone, pushing against her chest as well. he might have pushed too hard.
Post by cassandra cain on Jun 17, 2015 6:30:43 GMT
the look of hurt cuts through cass as she says no, but she still isn't going to give up the phone. he ruffles his hair, getting progressively angrier. she warily takes another step back. rory silently seethes, but when he's pushed too hard he lashes out. like her.
"..." she doesn't say anything. cass only looks at him with wide eyes, anticipating what he's going to do next. she could see snooki's ribbons floating nearby, in the corner of her eye. they can feel the tension in the room. both of them watch. they don't dare act against their trainers, but if it were to get violent she knows that they would be on them in a heartbeat.
and it does get violent.
"no!" rory lunges towards her, pushing her and reaching for the phone. she screams and clutches to the device as if it's her lifeline. her body nearly falls to the floor. she feels her arms jerk against the momentum, but she doesn't care. rory can't have the phone.
the scuffle spurs them into action. the pokemon are instantly on them. she can hear cuddles barking. he pushes between them and separates their bodies, while snooki's ribbons wrap around their arms. with surprising strength she wrenches them away from each other.
the phone falls out of her grip and cass falls to the floor. this can't be happening. she curls up, pulling her knees to her chest and covering her face with her hands. there's a familiar stinging sensation behind her eyes and she fucking hates it.
a struggle breaks loose. rory wouldn't let go of the phone. cuddles and snooki had to intervene. eventually they broke apart and rory stumbled back a few spaces. but cass fell to the ground and what happened next was a way too familiar sight.
he opened up the text application and started writing one for julius. he was about halfway through the message before cuddles nudged him, letting him know that cass wasn't okay. the sight hurt him again. he sighed and lowered his head. he tossed the phone over to the couch and fell to the floor.
he stuck out one leg and brought the other to his chest. he hugged his one knee as cuddles laid his head on the other. his company meant the world to him. rory wrapped an arm around the arcanine, finding comfort in his fur.
"i-i'm sorry." he looked at cass with regret and guilt. his anger no longer present.
Post by cassandra cain on Jun 17, 2015 6:58:33 GMT
cass sniffs quietly, trying desperately to rub her tears away. it's not working. they keep coming on and she can't stop them. snooki sits next to her, wrapping her ribbons around her limbs as if it could make her feel better. but it can't. it can't remove the way her chest hurts and stings. cass can't look at rory.
"w-why do i even try?" she mumbles, more to herself than rory. she's half listening to him, but she doesn't even know how to respond anymore. "why we try to salvage this relationship? it's toxic. we're on different sides." she rambles. she tries to find reason, why they should try in the first place, but she can't.
"it can't work." cass finally says, resigned. she wraps her arms around her legs and stares at the ground. it seems like the universe was workinng against them, because no matter how hard she tries it doesn't work. all those attempts at being hapapy are met only with grief and sorrow.
it's strange, to finally be back in a relationship after everything that happened. she thought she would never come back, but she did. she always does. there's just something about rory that keeps her from denying him. maybe it's the constant hope that he's changed. she believes in him every time when he has, and each time he's broken it -- but maybe he's finally come to redeem his sins.
