i need you now .,

[steff]

Savannah was getting frustrated and it was showing by her attitude. Rolling her eyes, she threw her phone on top of her bed as soon as her thumb pressed the end button and Damien's voice disappeared on the other end. This had to be about the fifth time that she had called him and their conversation was cut short because of his parents. Their secret was out and there was absolutely nothing that they could do about it. With Damien and Noah's band growing in success, their love life was bound to pop up in a magazine somewhere. Unfortunately, Damien's parents had never thought highly about Savannah. It was the only reason that they had to put their relationship on a more secret level. At first for Savannah, it didn't even matter. Whatever it took to be with Damien, she was going to do it. It was hard as hell to keep something like this a secret. Every one of their actions had to be well thought out before they went and did it, especially nowadays that people were actually beginning to care about his status. Savannah was just beyond glad to be that lucky girl that he wanted to be with and was willing to make an effort to stay with despite the fact that his parents weren't happy with it at all. It was no surprise that after a while, the young girls patience with the relationship was slowly starting to slip away. Acting like she hated the man she really loved in public was the hardest and most frustrating thing to do and keep up with. She wanted to be able to plant a playful kiss on his lips in public, to hold his hand, to hug him.. and she couldn't do any of that. They constantly had to lie about where they were going and who they were going with and whenever he wanted her to come over, they always had to wait to make sure his parents were nowhere to be found. There was only so much that Savannah Munroe could take and as their relationship was hitting another bump in the road, she wasn't sure how much more of this she could really handle.

Just before they had said their quick goodbye's, Savannah had managed to tell him to come over as soon as he could get away from the chaos that was going on at this house. They needed to talk about this before anything else got too out of control. They needed to figure out if any of this was really worth it. Savannah's legs were walking back and forth from one side of her room to the other. The more she thought about him coming over, the more she started to think about where their conversation would lead. Her heart started pounding and her anxiety went to knew heights at the very thought of their over year long relationship coming to an actual halt. Looking down at her feet as they walked she shook her head fiercely, hair falling into her face in the process. Part of her just wanted the thought to go flying right out of her head, but it didn't work in the slightest. She stopped in the middle of her room and looked up, her arms hanging by her side as she shut her eyes lightly in thought for a moment. Damien meant the world to her. It was why she had made such an effort to get to where they were today. But, this was about his parents. As much as people said they didn't give a shit what their parents said, they always did; even if it was just the slightest bit. Quickly, she made her way out of her room and downstairs to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of cold water. She needed to just stop thinking for a moment. Focus her mind entirely on how the cold liquid felt sliding down her throat. They weren't going to break-up. She was always worrying about everything and blowing everything out of proportion. This wasn't the best situation for the two of them to be in, but they were going to get through it. Just like they got through everything else.

Savannah wasn't sure how much time had gone by. It could have been fifteen minutes or it could have been two hours. But, her head shot up as soon as the familiar melody that came chiming through the house whenever the doorbell was pressed rang in her ears. Setting the glass down in the sink, Savannah took a deep breath and made her way over to the door only to open it and see that face she had seen so many times before. She didn't press a sweet kiss on his lips like she always did whenever he came over, she barely even muttered a hello. Instead, she gingerly grabbed one of his hands in her own and tugged him inside, closing the door behind them. As she led him up the stairs and to her somewhat large room, she never once let go of his hand until they were in her room and her bedroom door was shut. It wasn't like it was necessary, since her parents weren't home, but it felt strange to her leaving it open for some reason. Savannah walked past him a few feet before she finally spun around on her heal and brought her hands over across her chest, icy blue eyes meeting his before a soft sigh slipped through her lips and she shook her head slightly. Savannah's gaze didn't stick around with him for a while, because in a matter of a few seconds she was looking back down at the ground. What could she say to him? How could she phrase everything that she was feeling to him without being a total idiot? Without making it seem like she was the most annoying girlfriend in the world? "I'm sick of this, Damien."

The words slipped through her lips before she thought about them twice. They were muttered softly down to the floor and she didn't allow her eyes to meet his until she spoke the words and a few short moments of silence fell upon them.

Savannah shrugged her shoulders slightly as she took a step forward toward him, her arms dropping from her chest and her right hand coming up to swipe some hair out of her face. She couldn't help but wish with all of her heart that things were different for the two of them. Savannah never in a million years thought that she would be having trouble in a relationship because of her boyfriends parents. She just never thought it would happen to her. It wasn't that Savannah was arrogant and thought she was the greatest girl to walk the planet. It wasn't as if she marched around thinking that Damien's parents should be happy he was blessed with such a girl, because that wasn't at all how she was thinking about this. She just didn't know what she had done wrong to get this from them and every time that she remember just how sick they were of her or how much trouble she was causing in their household, pain flashed across her eyes. Just like it was at that very moment. "I hate being so much trouble. I hate that we can't do this without all of these stupid problems."[/color] Her voice wasn't as soft as it had been before and you could tell from her tone that she was frustrated, but she was trying very hard to not show it. She was failing slightly. You couldn't blame the girl though, she had been hiding it enough lately.

C L O S E D F O R , damien apollo september.
M U S I C , never say never by the fray.
S T A T U S , complete!
W O R D C O U N T , 1,321 without the coding.
N O T E S , <3
C L O T H I N G , minus the bag & shoes.
C R E D I T S , banner credit to lillie @ caution.

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[dami]

Things around the September household had been nothing short of hectic. Between threats of his parents coming down to Milwaukee to force Damien to pack up his things, and worrying about whether or not Mr. Ortega saw the article that so loudly proclaimed the September boy's love lives to the world... things were just going to fast for Damien to comprehend. He'd been up for nearly two days straight, living off the caffeine Melrose kept providing. Trying to lighten the mood, she'd told him she'd only gone through about four packs of coffee beans at that point, but a part of Damien thought the words were true. He'd been up late for the past two days, worrying, arguing, and planning, all because of a stupid article posted on the internet. Don't get him wrong, he was glad that September Falls was finally getting exposure, the music that he and his brother had worked so hard to create was finally being picked up and becoming well received by the public... but what a cost. His parents had seen the article, which mentioned Damien's relationship with Savannah. If Savannah had been any other girl, his parents wouldn't have cared. But, it was Savannah. They'd been caught, right on camera. His arms around her, hers around him, a rare moment of a public display of affection. They'd been working very hard to keep their relationship on the down low, because as far as his parents had known, they were seperated and no longer seeing each other. However, that was the farthest thing from the truth.

Damien really couldn't see himself ever leaving Savannah. No, his feelings had grown far too strong and too permanent for that. So when his parents had issued him the ultimatum- either break up with Savannah or have all financial support for him and his brother revoked- he hadn't even thought seriously about ever leaving her. No, the words hadn't even been all the way out of his parents mouths when the plan was forming in the young man's brain. They would see each other in secret, because Damien had no doubt that his parents paranoia would caused them to have sort of 'spies' set up in Milwaukee, monitoring their son's behavior. It was things like that, that made the young man leave his parents in Ireland in the first place. His parents were horribly overbearing, not to mention slightly verbally abusive. His mother was a vain and conceited woman who claimed to want nothing but the best for her children, but instead was only concerned with how they would make her image look. His father was a man who was wrapped around his mother's finger, and he was more on the cruel side and his tongue was sharp as a knife. Damien hated his parents, hated everything they stood for. The vanity and superficiality they emanated had actually been one of the reasons she'd been so drawn to Savannah Munroe in the first place: because she was the exact opposite of both those things. She was beautiful, yet she did not even realize it. She was insightful when she wanted to be, and she always, always cared. He'd fallen in love with her the moment she'd first spoken to him, and had continued following a little bit more every moment since. But, things had been hard for the couple lately. Everything that was occurring with his parents at the moment was putting even more stress on their currently fragile relationship. Damien was helpless to make it better, and he realized that.

He'd been busy on the phone fighting with his parents most of the day, trying to convince them coming to Milwaukee really wasn't necessary. In between heated conversations, he'd received a call from his beautiful rescue. But, something had been wrong in her voice. It had been strangely devoid of emotion, as if she had been trying to keep something from him. He was about to ask her what was wrong when the call waiting had beeped, and he'd needed to receive yet another call from his parents. Their call had ended with a request to come see Savannah as soon as he possibly could. Of course, that would be the only goal in his mind. He hurried (or, rather, went as fast as he possibly could in the tedious negotiations with his parents) to finish his final discussion for day with his mother. As soon as he disconnected that call, he fell back onto his bed, tired and worn hazel eyes staring up at the ceiling. This was ridiculous. He should be allowed to see whoever the hell he wanted, and he shouldn't be affected by what his parents said. However, he was, no matter how much he disliked admitting it. He squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose just beneath his glasses, as he inhaled deeply. As he exhaled, he sat up, then stood, walking over to the dresser and grabbing his keys. He walked into the living room, catching Rose and Noah in quiet discussion on the couch. The sight touched him in a way, and made him sad. Rose was in the circle of Noah's arms, looking slightly upset, and Noah looked as though he was comforting her. Probably reassuring her that her father wouldn't be allowed to come for her, wouldn't get near her. Slowly, a burning ache nestled itself in his stomach. How he wished he could do the same thing with Savannah at that very moment. How he wished he could tell her that everything was going to be okay. But, sadly, he couldn't. He didn't know how this situation was going to turn out.

Damien September excused himself from the house, looking troubled as he walked to his car, hopping inside and starting it. He sat there for a moment, biting his lip, brow furrowed, before pulling out of the drive and starting towards Savannah's house. The entire drive, he was immersed in thought. His sleep deprivation was making it easier for him to get frustrated, easier for him to lose his temper. He'd have to watch himself tonight, he knew, as he pulled into her driveway and walked out of the car and to her door. His finger pushed the door bell, and he shoved his keys into the pocket of his gray jeans. The door opened moments later, and he didn't receive much of a greeting as Savannah gingerly grabbed his hand and began leading him through her home. The walk to her room was a familiar one, but what wasn't familiar was her closing the door after he walked in. He crossed his muscular arms over his chest, looking at Savannah with a curious look on his face. However, before he could speak, Savannah's soft words registered in his brain. He swallowed, brows furrowing. She was sick of it? Well, so was he, damn it. This wasn't easy on either of them. But he didn't see anything to do about it at the moment. His hazel eyes turned to the ground, but met hers again when she stepped towards him. The pain that was in him wasn't something he liked, but he couldn't help but feel as if she were trying to guilt him. He knew he was most likely misinterpreting, but he couldn't help it. His tone was sharper than intended when he responded. "Sorry that being with me isn't everything you expected." Behind the harshness of his tone, you could hear the own hurt in his voice. This situation was killing him. More than anything, he wanted to be able to be with Savannah and have nothing holding him back. She deserved it, he deserved it. Damien Apollo September loved Savannah Calico Munroe more than anything... yet here they were, slowly falling apart.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: savannah calico munroe
OUTFIT: bbyboy
LISTENING TO: i'll run, the cab
NOTES: =[ sorry it kinda sucks.

[steff]

Savannah had always been sure that Damien and Noah were going to go so far with their music. That September Falls was going to grow to be even more incredible then it already was. When her prediction rapidly became to be correct, she knew that they were going to have to be a bit more careful with their relationship. It was already hard enough as it was for word to not get around about the two of them, but now that people with nothing better to do were constantly following the boys around, Savannah and Damien were sure to have to step up their game in this game they were playing with the world. As if it hadn't already been hard and frustrating as it was, now Savannah was just beginning to lose her patience even further. The girl could handle a lot, that much was for sure. She was capable of keeping her feet planted firmly on the ground, she was patient. She knew that there were some good things in life that weren't going to be easy and this was one of them. This was also one of those things that she was willing to work hard for. Because there was nobody else in the world that Savannah loved or could love as much as Damien September. He meant the world to her and that right there was enough for her to put up with whatever was thrown in her direction. The only problem with that was that she was keeping it all stored in. She never wanted to bother Damien with how she was feeling about the entire situation. So, days and days went by in their relationship and she would simply keep her lips sealed. She didn't want him getting upset with her or to make him feel like none of this was worth it. Now, the two of them were standing in her room and by the look on his face and the tone that his words would soon take shape of was going to show Savannah that she was doing the opposite of all she had worked hard to not do.

Even for Savannah, there was only so much that she could take. It didn't matter how strong, patient or independent she was. All she wanted was to get exactly how she was feeling out in the open. Whether or not that was a good idea was something that she would find out at one point or another. But, she just wanted to speak and get it all off of her shoulders. She wanted to hear what Damien thought. She wanted them to figure something out that didn't involve all of this drama. Maybe that was impossible. Savannah had always spent so much time organizing her thoughts in her head and how she would say certain things out loud if she ever got the chance. This conversation was one of them, but the second that Damien was in front of her, all of those mentally rehearsed lines went flying out the window. Words were spilling through her lips before she thought twice about them and that could definitely be a problem. Both pairs of differently beautiful eyes met as soon as she began to speak and the young girl wouldn't dare look away even after her sentence slowly came to a stop. No. She was too busy trying to dig in his eyes for how he was feeling, what he was thinking about, answers to questions she didn't even know. Savannah's expression flinched slightly as soon as he spoke. That sharp tone that came to her ears, the harshness of it, was one that she very rarely heard coming toward her from him. Immediately, she looked down and sighed softly, shaking her head slightly. Savannah liked to think that she knew him well and she believed she did, that right there probably helped with her being able to pull out the hurt in his voice as well. "Damien.. I just meant I didn't think it would be this frustrating." Finally, she broke her eyes away from the white rug under them. But, it took her a few seconds for what she said to click in her head and how he could have taken that in a dozen different ways that she didn't mean them. "Not because of you.. It's not your fault. I just -- " She cut herself off. The more she spoke, the more she seemed to screw things up.

Usually Savannah didn't suck so much at voicing how she felt. She was usually completely capable of coming clean about things, putting her feelings out on a table and saying them all clearly and smoothly. But, this time around, she was trying too hard. She was trying to not say the wrong thing that could get him upset with her. Because that was the one thing she didn't want to come from this. She didn't want Damien upset and she didn't want it to seem like she didn't want to be with him. So far, she wasn't doing to well in that department. Her nerves were picking up on her and the thoughts in her head wouldn't stop buzzing around. This was one of those times were it was just impossible for her to stay cool, calm and collected. It was just not going to happen. What did she even expect from him anyway? For him to just totally ignore what his parents thought? She knew it wasn't possible. Kids could try to ignore the thoughts of their parents, but they never could. Part of her couldn't help but be scared that in a matter of time Damien would actually start to believe everything they said. Scratch that. Savannah was scared that Damien would realize everything they said was true. Savannah really wasn't good enough for him, he could do a million times better she she knew it. As the thought came into her head her eyes looked away from his. Her teeth came over to her bottom lip for a short moment before releasing it slowly. Why hadn't she just left this alone? Why did she ask him to come over and then go all psycho girlfriend on him? Those questions just jumped into the elixir that was brewing in her mind with a dozen other thoughts. She didn't realize that she had every right to be upset and that she had every right of voicing her opinion. All she really knew was that this wasn't supposed to hurt and it wasn't supposed to be this difficult. But, it was.

"All of this sneaking around and lying.." Eventually, Savannah couldn't help but part her lips and begin to speak again. She hated it. The constant lying to people she cared about and even sneaking around got to be incredibly tiring. "You always getting in trouble with your parents.." That too bothered her. The stress that this was causing on Damien was something she hated to see being put on his shoulders. All she wanted was to be able to have a smooth going relationship with him. She wanted for him to be happy and nothing but that. "It's all more trouble then it's worth." Screwed. She hadn't meant it that way. It was the nerves again, but something told her that no matter how much she would repeat it, it wouldn't seem like she was telling the truth. "More trouble then I'm worth." She quickly corrected herself, trying to act like she hadn't said the previous phrase. More then anything in the world, she was just hoping that he hadn't even been paying attention what she was saying. But, Savannah knew better then that. Damien always listened to what she had to say and this time around and in this situation.. She didn't think he would suddenly stop that day. "Then I'm worth." She repeated softly. The second that she had screwed up her statement, her eyes had darted away from his again and they only dared look back up at him then. Those blue eyes of hers were filled with emotion. If you knew her well enough, which the guy in front of her certainly did, they were the perfect giveaway of how she was feeling. Sad, frustrated, confused.

M U S I C , need you now by lady antebellum.
S T A T U S , complete!
W O R D C O U N T , 1,412 without the coding.
N O T E S , savannah is a fail.
C L O T H I N G , minus the bag & shoes.
C R E D I T S , banner credit to lillie @ caution.

[dami]

If you knew Damien, you knew he was famous for his short temper. He had a very short fuse, and if you were the one to make him blow, you would regret it. Normally, he hated the whole cliche 'Irish people have bad tempers' deal, but with him, it was more than true. If someone said something he didn't like, normally he was able to brush it off. He would return words phrased like a joke, but were really ones that might cut to the core and make that person back off in an instant. Truthfully, Damien preferred to be more passive aggressive that right out, in-your-face pissed. But, not everyone got what they wanted, right? It was probably why he was digging himself such a deep hole with his parents. He'd never been good at keeping his temper when it came to them, and this situation, the pressure they were putting on him, it all just pushed him too far over the edge for him to really be able to cope with it well. Countless times, Damien snapped at his mother. Once, when his anger had made him feel particularly bold, he told his father that he owed them nothing, that he didn't need to do anything that they said. They quickly reminded him that Dami did, indeed, owe them quite a lot. They had raised him, although it hadn't been in an environment he enjoyed, and they were being his financial support as he struggled to get through school and balance his growing musical career. They always reminded him of that fact, and he only grew to hate them more for holding it over his head.

The entire situation was fucking ridiculous. There had been times Damien had been standing in his room, shaking from the anger that was pulsing through his body at being cornered like he was, and he'd just yell or punch a pillow. Noah had come in at one point, asking him if he was okay. Of course, Damien put on a smile, a very stressed one, and told him he would be better once everything was figured out. His younger brother had tried to get him to talk about it, but after a few short words from Damien, he had finally been on his way. He didn't want to think about this anymore than he had to. Dami had been hoping that by going over to Savannah's house, he might escape. He might be able to spend time with the woman he loved more than anything, and momentarily forget everything that was troubling him. But, the moment her words slipped from her lips, he found that this wasn't going to be something he would be able to achieve. His hazel eyes were burning with the emotion coursing through him. Damien felt bad for his sharp words, but not enough to apologize for them. He was just tired... sick and tired of all of this. All the stress, all the heartache. He was sick and tired of feeling like everything was about to change, and not for the better, either.

His words caused his dark brows to furrow, and his eyes grew slightly cold. "Is this the point where the it's you, it's me speech comes in?"

His tone lacked the harsh quality it had before. No, instead, it was much worse. Curiously dead, but at the same time, frosted and cutting all the same. Damien knew he shouldn't be acting this way. That he should be making a conceivable effort to make this conversation with Savannah a good one. But after days without a wink of sleep, after arguing with his mother and father until late into the night, he was completely done. Done with all of it. He was tired of trying, and finally, you could see his bruised and defeated soul shining through. It wasn't in his voice, which he kept the same as before, but it was in his hazel eyes: the way they were slightly glazed, but still were what people always called them: the windows to his soul. He'd never been able to hide the emotion that was in his eyes, it was just impossible for him. It would probably end up being slightly detrimental to the current predicament, as well. Because he was close to losing his temper, and when that happened, it wouldn't end well. He knew it. Damien hated himself in that moment, for being unable to keep himself from breaking. He hated being upset, because he never knew how to handle it. Dami was a naturally upbeat person, and this... this wasn't something he was used to in the least.

His beautiful eyes widened slightly as she started speaking once more. He knew it was hard, he knew that things were difficult when they had to hide everything, but what could he do? Damien was trying the best he could, and he was torn at the fact that apparently, his best wasn't good enough. The boy was about to speak when she spoke words that chilled him to the core. His eyes widened a little bit more with hurt clear in them. It wasn't all more than it was worth? Did their relationship mean nothing? The pain that was tearing through threatened to overcome his fragile control, so he turned to an emotion that made it easier to hide: anger. His eyes began to narrow, and when he spoke again, his tone, if even possible, was icier than it had been before, "So sorry I've seemed to have wasted your life the past year, then, Savannah."[/color] His tone was biting, and he was working so hard to press that overwhelming hurt back. It burned, it caused him to ache in a way he never thought possible. It needed to be gone, it needed to be, and this poisonous anger that would only make the situation so much worse, was the only thing that would push it back. He put a hand on top of his head, adjusting the beanie on it in a rough movement, before crossing his arms and looking down. His glasses slid down slightly on his nose, and when he finally looked back up at her, a trembling hand raised to push his glasses back up into their normal spot.

"Well, Savannah, since this is clearly taking such a toll on you, maybe we should just..."[/color] His voice broke off suddenly, as he paused to think about what he was saying. This wasn't what he wanted, but the anger coursing through him wasn't allowing him to see any other option. He gave an exasperated sigh, their eyes meeting. More than anything, Damien wanted to tell her everything was going to be okay. More than anything, he just wanted this entire damn situation to fade away. But it wasn't going to happen, and the way things were unfolding now... it was impossible to stop. The next words came out very harsh, and his expression was cold and remote, "Maybe we should just take a break. Because I need to think. My parents might be right about this, for once. Maybe this relationship is just something I've been wasting my time in."[/color] On some level, just saying the words cut him very deeply. But he would feel those wounds later. Right now, all he could focus on was the fact that he was angry. Angry, and tired of every single god damn thing he could lay his eyes on.

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: savannah calico munroe
OUTFIT: bbyboy
LISTENING TO: your call, secondhand serenade
NOTES: asdkfjsadkf =[

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[steff]

Savannah's family life had never been a strong one. It wasn't one that she was proud of and cherished every moment of every day, but at the same time it was nothing compared to the way that some people out there had it. Her and her parents had never been as close as they had the potential of being. It wasn't like her parents were constantly yelling at each other or anything.. Actually, it was quite the opposite. The two of them were very much in love and Savannah had always loved seeing the two of them together. Even after years and years of marriage, their bond was still completely unbreakable and all she could hope for was to have a marriage like that someday. But, they were always so wrapped up in each other that they rarely ever noticed when Savannah was having an off day or when she really could use a mother to run for advice to. They stayed out of Savannah's way and she stayed out of theirs. It was something that she wished as different sometimes, but that was just the way things worked in the Munroe household. If anything, Savannah was lucky. She was lucky that the two of them didn't fight and bicker constantly around her or even abuse one another, verbally or physically. She was lucky that her life at home was a mainly serene one. She hadn't developed any harsh personality traits because of her family and that was a good thing. If anything all of it had just made her stronger. Not having someone older and wiser to run to with her problems made her have to figure things out on her own and learn from her own mistakes whenever they came along. It had made her more patient, more independent. Two qualities that she was proud to say that she had.

But, this calm and collected personality that she always seemed to have crumbled at her fingertips when certain situations flew in her direction. This one had to take the prize for the one that was already beginning to mess her up the most. They had just started talking and she already wanted to collapse in tears. Everything that she was saying was coming out in a way that she didn't mean, a way that she hadn't meant to slip out of her mouth. All she wanted to do was hit herself across the head because of how she was coming off to be. Savannah didn't want their relationship to be crushed right in front of her eyes and yet she was doing a good job at paving the road that would lead the two of them to just that. As her broken blue eyes stared into his cold ones, her heart just sunk deeper and deeper into her stomach. This couldn't be happening. At his words, she clenched her teeth slightly as she felt her eyes glaze over. Shaking her head fiercely, she wouldn't allow herself to break the eye contact she was holding with him, no matter how much it was killing her. They both knew that they could read the other like a book just by looking into one anothers eyes. That was the way it had always been and something told her that would never change. She wanted him to read her. She wanted him to see that she was breaking right in front of his eyes and that the last thing she wanted was to let him go. What she was trying to hide though, was that part of him was right. That had been the exact direction that she had been going in. But, it wasn't going to be filled with bullshit excuses. Not in her opinion, anyway. Savannah had always believed he deserved a dozen times better, just like his parents thought. There wasn't a single thing about him that she could stand there and complain about. There never would be.

The young girl never saw him like this. This wasn't the Damien that she was used to and she wished she never had to see him like this. She didn't want him to be upset or angry and she didn't want to have to hear that harshness in his voice being directed at her. More than anything, she wanted to rewind time. Never have told him to come over. She could have sat down and sorted herself out, push everything out of her mind all over again. When she knew that she had fucked up majorly, Savannah couldn't seem to bring any more words out of her mouth. All she kept doing was repeating herself and when she finally got the nerve to look at him again, she could see every ounce of hurt in his eyes. Damien's tone was just getting worse and worse with every word that she said to him and part of her wanted to just keep her lips shut, but everyone knew that this task was impossible for Savannah. "I didn't mean it like that, Damien." She had already said something around that phrase once before in the conversation. Before hse could think, Savannah had taken a small step forward and her arms had come out, like she was about to bring her small hands over to his arms in a comforting gesture, but halfway to it, she stopped and dropped her arms. It wasn't going to help. If anything, he was just going to pull away and be even more upset with her for thinking she had any right to try and be comforting at a time like this. She hadn't thought twice about it, but at least she hadn't gone completely through with it. Pausing for a brief moment she tried her best to breathe in deeply. "You didn't waste any of my time. I couldn't have asked for a better year with a better person." Her voice was nothing like his. It was soft and gentle, almost like she was pleading with him to please believe her.

Those next words to come into her ears, even though he hadn't even finished his sentence, broke her heart completely. It was over. Savannah wasn't stupid, she knew exactly where this was going. Her mind suddenly went completely blank as she stared at him, waiting for him to continue what he was saying, praying that by some miracle it could go in a different direction then the way it was headed. But, it didn't. Because for what felt like the millionth time in that small amount of time that they were standing in each others presence, his cold words were thrown at her again. Savannah had expected him to stop his words when he said they should take a break, but apparently, he wanted to crush her while he ended it and then crush her even further. Savannah's jaw dropped over so slightly and before she could stop them her eyes had glazed over further and a tear rolled down her cheek. "You don't mean that." She said, her voice stronger then it had been at any other time she had been speaking. No. It hadn't been a waste of time. Every moment that they had spent together had been a beautiful one, had been one that Savannah would always cherish. He couldn't really believe that. Her head dropped as a few more tears spilled over from her eyes. "You don't mean that." She repeated, her voice getting caught in her throat in the process. "Come on.. This is just a stupid little argument we're having. We'll laugh about it in five minutes and everything will go back to normal." Her breathing had picked up and she had looked up at him again at this point. She was losing it totally and completely. She was shaking her head as she spoke, her chest heaving slightly as a few tears made their way down her cheeks every now and then. But, even after hearing the words being said out loud, Savannah knew they weren't true. Reality had hit her like a ton of bricks. "I hate you." She said before she could even think, her voice becoming soft again. Her hands had come up and forcefully come forward in attempt to shove him, even though she knew it wouldn't do a damn thing of damage. "I hate you!" Right then, her voice rose the loudest it had been the entire conversation.

M U S I C , whiskey lullaby by brad paisley. yeah, yeah.
S T A T U S , complete!
W O R D C O U N T , 1,440 without the coding.
N O T E S , this is sad :c but, ilt.
C L O T H I N G , minus the bag & shoes.
C R E D I T S , banner credit to lillie @ caution.

[dami]

Damien couldn't believe this was happening. If there had been one thing the young man was always sure of, it was his relationship with Savannah Munroe. She was his rock, she was his everything. He couldn't imagine ever giving her up. The past year they had spent together, it had been hard at times, but there was no doubt in his mind (when he was in the right mind) that it was worth it. Damien loved Savannah deeply and permanently, and seeing her in pain wasn't something he could stand. But, this was all considering he was in his right might, which he wasn't. No, he was too tired and worn to give a damn, anymore. It would be something he regretted later, but he couldn't bring himself to care about it now. All he had wanted was to come to Savannah and hold her, and have her tell him that everything would be okay. But instead, things were going in the opposite direction and Damien couldn't help but feel like they were about to say goodbye. The thought sent pain twisting down his gut and brought another pained expression to his face, but his temper quickly took the inner agony and twisted it to it's advantage: this was a mess that wasn't going to be fixed any time soon. Damien would hate himself later for doing this. He would hate himself for hurting her, for leaving the best damn thing he'd ever had in his life. Everything was crashing down around him, and he couldn't get it to stop. It was his parents yelling at him, Melrose's worried face as it grew sheet white at the idea of her father coming back for her, and now, Savannah's glazed eyes as she struggled to make the situation right again. But Damien was done. He wouldn't have any of it. He didn't have the patience, something he wasn't proud to say he lacked.

Damien's hazel gaze almost seemed to darken as he stared upon Savannah, assessing her tone and the expression on her face, but not allowing himself to comprehend it. If he saw the pain he was causing her, he'd lose hold of the anger coursing through him, and it was the only thing that was keeping him from completely breaking down. His pride was going to be their ruin. Damien put his hands on his hips, looking down at his feet as his shoulders rose and fell. He made a feeble attempt to try and get himself to be at least a little bit calmer, but it failed. This entire situation was becoming way blown out of proportion, and he was powerless to stop it before everything just crashed and burned. He didn't know what to do excpet just latch on to his anger and refuse to let it go. Damien wasn't good at doing upset. Because of his naturally positive nature, being depressed or angry usually caused him to do things he didn't mean because it made him slightly uncomfortable. But maybe that was just an excuse. Because the reality of it was this: he was just snapping. Finally, everything was wearing down on the invincible Damien September, and he was beginning to slowly crack.

He knew that this wasn't a side of him Savannah had ever experienced before. As a matter of fact, no one ever experienced this side of the oldest September. If Damien was ever upset about something, he'd just vent it into his music, and move on. But this was all piling up, and it wasn't something some emo lyrics or a major jam session could fix. His burning hazel eyes met hers again as she told him that's not what she had meant. On some level that couldn't connect to high brain function at that moment, he knew it was true. But he couldn't take it that way, not now. "I'm sure on some level, you did mean it." The words were the softest ones he had spoken the entire time he had been in her room. Finally, more hurt than anger was showing through. Also, there was the dawning realization that no good could possibly come from this encounter. Things were already past the point of no return, which is why with her next words, that cold exterior returned, as well. How could he believe her? After everything she had said? Of course, what she had said pointed to the truth of that statement, but he was too deep in his misinterpretations to believe that. He had chosen his path, and now Damien was going to see it through, to the very bitter end. The sight of her tears falling did not phase him, though deep in his heart it caused him agony.

His eyes were cold as she told him he didn't mean it. "If I hadn't meant it, I wouldn't have said it. I think we need time, Savannah." He repeated again. Time to cool off, time for this to blow over, time in general. Time to mend all the mistakes Damien was making in this single conversation. This single conversation in which a years worth of effort into his most meaningful and perfect relationship was finally going to go up in flames. He tore his gaze away from hers as she told him this was just a silly argument. A part of him wished it was. A part of him was ready to give in, apologize for everything he just said and take this beautiful woman in his arms and tell her he'd never, ever give up on her. But it was too late for that. It was just too damn late. Those three words caused him to flinch, and Damien's eyes raised to her face. When she reached forward to shove him, he grabbed her hands in his own and yanked her too him, not roughly, but firmly. He gazed down into her eyes, contemplating the words as she almost yelled them next. She hated him. It was only fuel to the fire burning within him. He pushed her away, roughly, but not hard enough to make her stumble, and walked furiously towards the door. He put his hand on the handle, turning it, and pausing, before looking over his shoulder. This would kill him after the anger died within him. This would tear his heart straight from his chest, and shatter it into a million pieces. But he couldn't help the words that slipped through his lips next. "I hope you have a good life, Savannah Munroe. And I hope you cling to your hate, because it's going to be all you have left of me." And with that, he exited, walking down the hall, down the stairs, and out of her house. Out of her life. Forever?

STATUS: finished!
TAGGED: savannah calico munroe
OUTFIT: bbyboy
LISTENING TO: nothing.
NOTES: omg. so so so sad.