Alex had comfortably adjusted to the way things were run in Julian’s apartment. From the way the kitchen was organized to the way things were placed in the bathroom. It had only been a few hours since his arrival and Alex couldn’t help but feel they were like a married couple. Two normal human beings with supernatural abilities just trying to find their place in the world, whether that meant being by each other’s side at Julian’s apartment or working different hours and spending 5 minutes with one another.
Dinner was rather splendid and they’d spend the evening stealing glances at one another, talking about their day and the different situations in their lives that brought them to Seattle. Come to find out they’d both lost people in their lives and it dramatically brought them together in the city that surprisingly sleepless.
”You know, we’ve been seeing each other for well over a year and I just have to ask…” Julian raised a brow at the dominant man before him, the one who he’d come to love so quickly given they weren’t even going steady. Silence filled the air; the night sky lit with stars and graced them both in their illuminescent glow before finally Julian lifted his gaze from his plate to look into Alex’s eyes. Waiting ever patient for what he was about to say to him.
”It’s not usually like me to get all choked up over words. But Julian, this past year has been amazing. Time has flown by so rapidly. And although we’ve been seeing each other a lot, we’ve yet to have anything written in stone. So…” At Alex’s words Julian’s cheeks flushed and he couldn’t help but feel the childish butterflies rise in his tummy before placing his hand over Alex’s.
”You don’t have to say anything.” Alex was shocked at Julian’s bold moves, his eyes moving with Julian’s as he watched him shift in his chair to a standing position. ”But…” Alex tried to protest before he too shifted in his seat to look at the wondrous young man before him. Alex had been silenced; Julian had brought his finger to Alex’s lips and crawled into his lap before wrapping his arms around him and moving in to kiss his lips softly.
”It’s not a marriage proposal. But know this Alexander Joseph Meza, I am yours.
This was of course until he finally heard from his wife, from one of his assistants obviously handing him the voice message, she still wasn’t breathing a word directly to him. Her words were simple but still showed slight dominance. “I can’t believe you, you started all of all this shit and now I may have lost my friends.” Her voice sounded as if she was about to cry, but her speech steeled with resolve and aggressiveness. “I think our relationship is coming to a point of no return, I can only fight for you for so long, I have to think of myself now.” Kristian threw the recorded message across the room and picked up his coat, his fists clenching and barely anything but caffeine fueling him towards his car.
It hadn’t taken him long to reach the apartments, considering Kristian’s driving was almost considerably accurate to being called speeding, and to make it worst it had just finished raining. He didn’t even bother to use the elevator, his feet moved lightning quick as they skipped every second step towards the penthouse. His footsteps echoed loudly throughout the apartments, that he was sure most of the floors on the building could hear him rushing up towards the top. After finally reaching the top he looked towards Kali and his apartment, the door being already unlocked for him to enter. He could hear her before he saw her, knowing that she was definitely home.
“What am I to do with you? Mrs Grey.” His voice tried to remain calm but he just couldn’t right now, she had blamed him for something that obviously did not revolve ALL around him. “YOU don’t speak to me for THREE days! Then suddenly out of nowhere decided you need to do things on your own, because you and those bitches are no longer Destiny’s Child?! You cannot put that shit on me Kali! Whatever is wrong with your situation, needs to be sorted and it is not to involve myself, do you understand?” He hadn’t even known that he walked closer to her, that he was merely inches in front of her, breathing in her scent.
It had been a long 3 days, where to start though was the question? Between the never ending fights between the girls and Kristian, Simone nearly shooting up, Pandora’s parental issues and the break up with Brock, to the itty gritty details of what she was going to do with Kristian. If he thought he was going to get away with half of the stuff that was being pulled, he had another thing coming.
She had a plan, and it started like any other. The complete silent treatment… or so she hoped. It had worked out plenty well before as she continuously sent random messages of hate, betrayal and utter disgust through his secretary.
And finally it had happened; she sent a final message upon receiving one from him.
“I think our relationship is coming to a point of no return, I can only fight for you for so long, I have to think of myself now.”
And not twenty minutes later having sent the message, in stormed her husband. Dominating the place as usual. Kali had turned on her heel as he talked and she ignored him. Their feet finally shuffling into the Study of their penthouse before she rounded on him while he raised his voice higher and higher. Oh he was good, but she was better. And she was ready for him. “YOU don’t speak to me for THREE days! Then suddenly out of nowhere decided you need to do things on your own, because you and those bitches are no longer Destiny’s Child?!” At this point Kali raised a brow at his boldness, her hands crossing over her chest while he continued to speak to her like he owned her. ”You cannot put that shit on me Kali! Whatever is wrong with your situation needs to be sorted and it is not to involve myself, do you understand?” At this point he stood nearly inches from her, her scent of jasmine flooding him over, almost captivating to a point if she’d not hated him so much.
”First of all,” She smiled before her unusually now serious demeanor took over. ”Those, ‘Bitches’” She quoted before stepping forward, nearly pushing him back in the process. “Are my girls, my best friends, practically sisters.” Her eyes gleamed with a ferocity her husband had never seen before. And it was them the storm that brewed earlier, commenced once more. Something wicked was coming, and she didn’t care who was around to see it. ”And if you ever…” At this a single bolt of lightning hurdled through the study window, smashed the glass around them and struck the floor before him.
”Call them that again, we’re going to have a much bigger problem than we do now.” Her hair stood at attention like that of a woman underwater. A natural elementalist at it’s peak. Her powers were growing and a rapid flurry of wind blew through and nearly knocked her husband to her feet, practically missing him by a single centimeter. ” There is nothing wrong with any situation of mine, and before you start pointing the finger, I suggest you take a good hard look in the mirror and ask yourself if this is the life you want, if this is the man you chose to become. Because this…” she motioned to him as she slowly removed her wedding ring . ”This isn’t the man I married…” She finally said as the wind rushed around her in a tempest storm, her things already gathered in the foyer as Taylor made his way down the stairs with them. Kali simply leaving Kristian stunned as her wedding ring dropped to the floor, simply spinning on its axis before finally dropping upon her exit.
If she hadn’t known it beforehand, Kristian was now even more furious. Never had she used her powers on him before, and never before had she broken a promise. ”Call them that again, we’re going to have a much bigger problem than we do now.” Her true nature was beginning to show infront of him, an uncontrollable storm of chaos, a tempest of raw power. She truly was thinking of herself here, of how she needs her friends more than her husband..” There is nothing wrong with any situation of mine, and before you start pointing the finger, I suggest you take a good hard look in the mirror and ask yourself if this is the life you want, if this is the man you chose to become. Because this…this isn’t the man I married.” Kali had slowly removed the ring he gave her from her finger, a ring that showed his devotion of love to her. Just then he saw perfect clarity of why Simone had never settled, this feeling of hurt and pain so deep within.
Was this the end? If so, Kristian would be sure to have the last word. “Kalypso.. Rose.. Grey.” Speaking his family name now seemed like poison. Each worth he breathed, was filled with pain and anger. “I guess that’s it? All vows thrown out the window, is that why you broke it? So I could throw them away like they weren’t real? Like they meant NOTHING to you… then fine.” Kristian took off his ring, and let it drop to the ground next to hers, the broken glass from the window shattering even more as the golden piece of jewelry slammed against the floor.
He then punched a wall, since he would never allow himself to hit a woman in a so called fight. She had already gathered her things, their butler carrying it out of the apartment for her as she exited. She had nothing to say to him. Feeling alone, he left the apartment. The memories were too much to handle at this point. Going through his phone he looked at the last person he had spoken to on it, ironically… it was Simone. Still bottled up with anger, he decided to blame her for this unfortunate event, if she had never interfered with Kristian and Kali’s marriage, perhaps they would still be happy. Fists clenched he walked down to Erica and Simone’s apartment, loudly banging on the door and waited for her to answer so he could let all this anger out.
However before anyone answered, he broke down. His knees coming up to his chest as tears began to show, his hands covering his mouth. He couldn’t blame Simone, he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. How had the most elaborate business man in all of Seattle come to nothing but a broken mess, in front of his wife/ex-wife’s best friend’s apartment? More tears spilled at the song that was now playing in the halls, the lyrics fading into his mind as he came to reality with them.
Somewhere along the way, we’re all running in the crazy race,
Never thinking about the hearts we break,
And as our hope starts fading away things are never gonna be the same,
Cause when you’re standing there all alone,
Losing everything you’ve ever known,
You’re staring at a different face things are never gonna be the same,
Simone’s face was one of sadness, regretting what she had allowed herself to do. More or less seducing Brock in his moment of weakness on seeing her erotic art collection. Was she an emotional void to not feel ashamed when she saw the look of horror on her best friend’s face when she was caught in Brock’s arms? Scratching the side of her cheek, she really didn’t know. Brock made out that he and Pandora were finished, and yet by the look on Pan’s face, and then Brock’s reaction, they were far from through. Brock nearly broke down the door trying to race after Pandora, but by the sounds of things, she had fled the building to god knows where.
Erica and Orson were now in a lover’s embrace on the far end of the couch, the ice cream bucket long forgotten and it was pretty clear that they wanted some alone time. Great, talk about timing. Looking down at herself, Simone realized she was still in a towel, and feeling dirty, she padded off to the bathroom to shower and change.
It was on the way there that she nearly stepped on the broken vase that had littered the carpet with jagged shards. Getting a bit in her foot, Simone yelped, and then set about picking up all the broken bits, and tossing them by the handful into her room rubbish bin. The flowers that Pandora had brought down were so pretty too. The room now having this wild flower scent to it, but it didn’t bring any solace for what had happened.
“Panda’s never going to speak to me again.” Simone lamented as she tossed the flowers in the bin with the glass. So much for her friendship. It seemed to be the day for it, ruining other people’s lives. Picking the glass out of her foot, Simone hopped into the bathroom and started the shower up, tossing the towel in the hamper.
Out in the lounge room, Erica stood up and extended her hand to Orson.
“Stay the night?” Her lips curling into a half smile as Orson could only show a wide grin himself. “Thought you’d never ask. What about Simone though?” Course he was still worried about her. Erica shrugged. “She’s a big girl, I’m sure she will either watch TV or go catch a movie.” Happy enough with that, Orson took Erica’s hand, and followed her into her bedroom, closing the door behind them.
Coming out of the bathroom, Simone patted herself dry before getting dressed again but this time in a simple pair of jeans and light t’shirt. Her hair was still wet and she simply brushed it back so it hung down her back. On returning to the lounge, she could see the discarded ice cream container and the spoons. The muffled sounds of Erica and Orson were heard through the walls, so Simone got the picture quite clearly that Orson was staying the night. Things..were going to get noisy that was for sure. Letting out a sigh, Simone cleaned up the ice cream bucket and spoons and was heading to the kitchen when she heard a loud banging on the door. Was it Brock, coming back to fly off at Simone again? She really had no idea who it could be, and hesitantly went to answer. But as she looked through the peep hole what she saw shocked her to the core. It was Kristian; curled up and crying in the hall way. The look of shock and surprise riddled Simone’s face and she carefully unlocked the door before opening it wide. The blonde cocked her head to the right and then checked to see if there was anyone else out in the corridor, before padding out barefoot and sinking down to be beside Kristian. There was music playing through the speaker system and it was a song that had a certain melancholy to it.
The tears were flowing down his cheeks. Such sadness. What on earth could have happened to him? Had he and Kali fought? And if so…was it about her? Simone was starting to get a feeling of de javu.
“Kristian?” Simone spoke softly, before placing her arms around him and drawing him into an embrace. If he allowed it, his head would be resting upon her warm breasts. Simone’s skin was soft and smelt of vanilla – a sweet smell as she had just showered. There was no makeup, no fancy clothes. Natural as nature intended.
When I was young
I never needed anyone
And makin’ love was just for fun
Those days are gone
I think of all the friends I’ve known
But when I dial the telephone
All by myself
Don’t wanna be, all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t wanna live, all by myself anymore
Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And love so distant and obscure
Remains the cure
Oh great, she had answered the door a little too late, or a little too soon, Kristian couldn’t tell, but he didn’t want anyone to see this side of him, let alone a woman who probably hated him still. ”Kristian? She came by him, and a scent of vanilla filled the air, it was so inviting and in the seconds that passed he hadn’t even known she had wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t touch me…” He almost laughed at the way he sounded. Of course he embraced the warmth that surrounded him, which was ironic because he was the one now touching her. “ I guess you want an explanation as to why I am here… He didn’t exactly tell her, but lifted his hand to where is wedding ring used to be.
Grunting slightly he stood up, and brushed away the tears that almost dried on his face.“Let’s just say I almost got hit by lightning, but other than that, I’m absolutely fine.” He sniffled and kept a straight face, wondering why she was not laughing at his sudden sympathetic emotions. “I’m … sorry.” It was hard for him to choke out this word, for once it was from his heart, a place that could not lie. “I think my wife just left me, and I came here to blame you for her sudden outburst towards me. However… it doesn’t even matter, goodbye Simone.” He turned around and slowly headed away from her apartment.
Watching him rise after showing that his wedding hand was now free of a ring, Simone’s face was ashen. What the hell was happening to the people she cared most about? First Pandora and Brock, now Kali and Kristian. It seemed to be like the reason for these people breaking up was her. She felt a wave of nausea hit her as a lump of bile rose to her throat. Her head was now a jumbled mess of images, things people said and the final look on Pandora’s face as she saw Simone with Brock. This was getting to be too much, even for her to fathom.
“Kristian…I’m so sorry.” this was a heartfelt response, and when Kristian went on to say he almost got hit by lightning, Simone twinged. That had to hurt, but it was how he sniffled and looked like he had hit rock bottom that had Simone jump up from where she had been on the floor with him moments earlier. Krisitan rambled about how Kali just left him and he had come down to blame her for the whole affair. His last words of goodbye shook her to the core. She couldn’t see another relationship fail if it had anything to do with her. As he turned around and tried to head away from her, Simone gave chase, catching up with him and pulling on his arm.
‘Kristian, please listen to me a moment. You were right about me, okay. I am a bad person. I am…the things you said. You were right the whole time. God, I don’t want you losing what you had with Kali cause of a fight with me. I’m not worth that. Please, don’t give up on what you have with her. I beg you. You will regret it if you walk away from her now.”
Simone was practically pleading with him to go and set things right with his wife. She just couldn’t bare to see Kristian suffer this much, not after what happened to Pandora.
“I’ll even come up with you and plead your case.”
Would he listen?