Title: Somewhat Damaged
Author: twiggysrabies
Pairing(s), Character(s): It's a secret. Figure it out.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None?
Summary: Nothing is as you believe.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. This will probably never happen.
*~Breathe us in, slowly, slowly....~*
I sat down on the couch and shut my eyes. I swear sometimes working with him will kill me. I'd thought once I came back from working with Trent he'd stop being such a dick. God, I couldn't have been more wrong. I heard him come into the room, but I just didn't want to deal with him. I kept my eyes shut, listening to him roam around the room. He kept pacing back and forth, sounding lost.
I curled up, getting more comfortable on the plush couch, listening to him tinker around with something in the corner. He cleared his throat and I heard him approaching. He brushed past the arm of the couch and I gasped. He couldn't possibly sink that low, could he? I felt the couch next to me sink down and I trembled. The cologne smelled just like Trent after they got off the stage. The heat and the scent. I felt his hand on my arm and sighed softly remembering how Trent would brush past me, waiting for me to follow. I missed him like hell. I missed his touch like hell. I curled into his arms, breathing in deeply. I didn't care if he wasn't really Trent, he felt like him, and smelled like him. I opened my eyes and gasped softly, "Trent?"
Trent looked down at me, "I'm sorry Jeordie."