Been a long time, but I'm back in town~

[TIFFANY BELLE]

There was literally no other instance in Tiffany's life when she's felt this crappy. Everything good just disappeared after she lost her own precious gift to someone who didn't deserve it. The only other thing she thought to do was go out and socialize for the first time in a while. She had lost count of the days she had stayed in her dorm except for classes after the first week. Tiffany absolutely refused to talk to anybody. After a while, she started to call her mom, just to have somebody to talk to. She was going crazy cooped up in her dorm all the time. Tiffany never really felt alone before, in the arms of God, but lately it's been all she's feeling. That Bible has started to collect dust. And first time today, she picked it up and started to read where she had left off before the incident. Tiffany knew this was all her fault, but what she didn't know was how to get Abraham back. Today, she decided, she would be doing a lot of firsts ever since she had invited Simon to her dorm.

After braiding her own hair back into her bun, Tiffany stood in front of her mirror for what seemed like 10 minutes. Glaring at herself, she inhaled a shaky breath. A drip below her startled her. She immediately looked down at her sink. It was dripping again. That jerk didn't even fix her sink all the way. She slammed her hand against the counter, her anger bursting inside of her again. No. This isn't happening today. You are going to be a girl who is normal and who makes friends. Tiffany watched her nostrils flare and her cheeks burn in the mirror again. Friends. Hah. What friends? The only friend she'd had was Abraham, and now he's gone. The new friendship with Casper seemed so artificial. Tiffany would appreciate her friendship with Cas one day soon, though.

Upon arriving at the party location, Tiffany only stayed for about 30 minutes. There was nobody she knew at this party and nobody she really wanted to socialize with. She was struck with anxiety when a jock came up to her, asking her if she wanted a drink. Tiffany could practically reach out and feel the drunk that surrounded him. He smelled of skunk as well. How could anybody be attracted to that? She wished she was back in Abraham's scent. Abraham's smell made her weak at the knees. So, no, Tiffany didn't want a drink nor did she want her experience with Simon to happen all over again. Tiffany learned her lesson about alcohol the hard way. She marched out of the party and to the dorms. Her decision was so quick, she didn't even know what to say.

She stopped at the familiar door, pausing to press her ear against the door lightly, hearing nothing. She stood there for a moment, pondering whether or not she should just run to her dorm and rip off the stupid costume and just cry for hours in her bed for the 11th time this week, but something brought her fist to the door, letting her knuckles hit the door 3 times. Tiffany bit on her lip to keep it from quivering. All she wanted was Abraham back. All she wanted was to see his face again, to breathe him in again, to hear his voice again, to trace her fingers along his tattoos, and to be in his embrace again. That's all she wanted. She wanted his everything. Tiffany bared her teeth down. She couldn't have herself sobbing the second he opened the door, so she waited patiently for an answer.
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[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham wasn't a grudge-holder. He'd always been an easy-going fellow- for a pyromaniac anyway. Grudges always took far too much effort and usually weren't worth that given effort. That's what he'd always thought, until very recently. His perspective on these grudges had shifted rather dramatically after quite an unexpected event he'd been made aware of.

At first, he'd been furious, furious like he'd never been before. He was ready to go right for Simon Chapman's next and not stop until he could feel no pulse anymore. He realized that wouldn't do him any good, though, however much he really wanted to get that done. He did, however, feel the very strong need to cut Tiffany off completely.

It was pretty easy at first too, after all, the bitch had dug this hole for herself. He kept reminding himself of this every time his phone rang and he read over her name with something along the lines of dread. Maybe it was because he knew one of these times he'd have to answer. But that wouldn't be any time soon.

Her name had started appearing less and less often on his phone now, and maybe that was what drove the urge to pick up. He didn't hate her, although he wished it were that simple, so maybe he could just move the fuck on. No, he hated Simon, and hated the fact she'd done that with him, of all people. It drove him to thinking of ways to murder the boy again.

Luckily he hadn't run into Simon as of late. He felt that if he saw the guy around, he would have just a bit too hard of a time holding himself back. Most of the reason he hadn't seen Simon around was because he hadn't been out nearly as much as he used to be.

It'd taken a full two weeks for him to actually step outside his dorm for anything but classes and a few jobs here and there. He still found himself sealing himself in on certain nights, when he felt he might have a chance of running into Simon....or Tiffany. He honestly had no idea what he'd say to the girl. He honestly didn't want to think about it either.

So, here he was again stuck up inside the drafty, dull dorm room, with nothing but a cigarette to occupy his time. He sat in front of the television, flipping around through the nonsensical late-night shit that came on, and finally leaving it lazily on the sports channel. Flicking at his lighter with muted interest he rolled the cigarette between his fingers before lighting it and putting it between his lips.

That was when the knocking came, he flinched slightly, eyes flickering over to the closed door. He narrowed his eyes at it, willing whoever it was away. After a short few seconds of glaring he finally pushed himself up gruffly and walked reluctantly up to the door. He paused to see if he could hear who it was on the other side, but couldn't hear much of anything. Reaching down for the knob he pulled the door open and came to look at Tiffany. His eyes froze on hers before growing darker.

"Oh," He grunted, ignoring the fact she looked dressed for some Halloween party. "I should shut the door in your face." He stated simply, a slight bite in his tone. He didn't shut the door, though, he only stood there, cigarette propped between his fingers, eyes set coolly on her face.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany was leaning back on her heels, ready to dash back down to her dorm when the door was opened. She was hit with the strong smell of cigarettes. She resisted the urge to make a noise, or roll her eyes at it. Abraham smelled like cigarettes sometimes, but it was never this strong. She wished that he wouldn't smoke, though. She bit her bottom lip hard, trying to find words as her eyes scanned him. She wanted to grab that cigarette that was resting between his fingers and smash it into the floor with her foot.

Tiffany ignored Abraham's retort toward her. "Can I come in?" She squeezed past Abraham and walked into his dorm, watching him closely, not letting him refuse her entry. She went straight to his bed, sitting on the edge. Tiffany looked up at his hard expression again, pulling her knees up to her chin. She let it rest there for a moment before speaking again.

"I know you don't want to talk to me, but I want to talk to you. I miss you." Tiffany sighed quietly to herself. "And I'm sorry. You don't want my excuses and I'm not going to give them to you." She looked down at his bed sheets, running her hand along the fabric. Tiffany wanted to just lay there, hoping that Abraham would lie with her. "I just want you back." Tiffany admitted, her teeth sinking into her lip again.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham opened his mouth to tell her no, but she was already walking through the door. He watched her with a fixed glare as she went to his bed and sat on the edge. His eyes narrowed slightly as he closed the door reluctantly and walked to his desk, turning the chair around so he could plop down and use the back to rest his arms on.

Scoffing lightly as she assured him she was aware of the fact he didn't want to talk her, he let his eyes roll up to the ceiling. They only fell back down to her face when she started apologizing.

It wasn't like this is the first time she'd tried to apologize to him. He'd deleted enough voice-mails of hers to have a firm grasp of her regret. It was hearing it in person that really made all the difference. But he tried to stay stern, brows knitted darkly together, mouth a thin line. Folding his arms over the back of the chair now, he let his eyes shift around the room as she told him she wanted him back.

Gritting his teeth quietly for a moment, he swallowed the growing lump in his throat and sighed out.

"Why exactly should I take you back? I mean, how the hell do you expect me to trust you?" Abraham finally spoke up after a moment, tone immediately hard and unsympathetic. "That wasn't just any guy you went off and fucked. You didn't even like the guy. Simon fucking Chapman, Tiffany? I mean come on. You have to know fucking better than that. You're not stupid- and shit, I've been with a lot of really fucking stupid girls. I know you're not one of them. So, I don't quite understand how the fuck this happened."

He unfolded his arms over the back of the chair, and stood, pacing on the floor for a minute before turning back to look at Tiffany still sitting curled up on the edge of his bed. There was a flash of anger in his eyes, but also something else. Like he just wanted to go over to her and pull her into his arms and melt that pained look on her face away. He just had to keep reminding himself that she did this to them. It wasn't as easy as it should've been. Not when those brown eyes were begging him back.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany winced at Abraham's words, especially the curse words. She wasn't used to being cussed at, especially from her own boyfriend. She shook her head when he said that she wasn't stupid. Of course she was stupid. She was unbelievably stupid. The bible thumper had sex with the school jerk and it was all her fault? Yeah, that's pretty stupid. Tiffany let her legs hang off the edge of his bed, feeling shaken up. How was she supposed to explain this to Abraham? She wasn't going to lie to him, that's for sure.

Tiffany turned her body so that she was facing Abraham completely, looking directly at his face. "I drank, okay? Apparently I'm a lightweight, I don't know." Tiffany rolled her eyes. She hated going back to that night. She hated what had happened to her. No matter how much she wanted to shove the blame onto Simon, it just wasn't truthful. Tiffany gave into the alcohol and gave into the sex. All her fault. Simon was too much of a horny jerk to stop and think about what effect this would have on Tiffany. "I only remember two things very clearly." She cleared her throat, wishing she could vomit the butterflies out of her stomach.

"I remember that I did it because I thought I needed to be more experienced for you, and that the entire time, I wished it was you." Tiffany told him, not realizing the tear that had rolled down to her lip. She wiped it off roughly, sniffling. "That was pretty stupid of me, to think that I need experience for you."

She stood up, walking the short distance to the desk chair, looking at his face again. Tiffany grabbed one of his hands, holding it in hers and putting it to her heart. Her other hand wiped the fresh tear that fell from her face. She always cried thinking of that stupid night, about how stupid she was. "I've forgiven myself for this, and I'm working on forgiving Simon for it." She said softly. Forgiving Simon would take hard effort and time. A long, long time. "God has forgiven me. And, I believe that we can get through this, Abraham." Tiffany said, with a stronger voice, hoping that Abraham wouldn't kick her out of his dorm.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Abraham could remember back to a time when he would've laughed at this self. How pathetic he would've looked to his former self, standing here all worked up about some bible-reading good girl. Just two months ago, he would've kicked his own ass for even thinking about dating a girl like this. But this wasn't two months ago. This was now. And shit, a lot had changed. Turned out Tiffany meant a lot more to him than he'd ever expected.

Something about the pure, innocent girl had grabbed his interest. And now...she wasn't so pure anymore. Hell, if he thought about it hard enough she was probably a lot less pure than the girls who hadn't been deflowered by Simon. Everyone knew he'd been with his fair share of men and women.

"Oh, well, if God could forgive you." He scoffed slightly, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling, holding them there as he tried to find the strength within him to let this go. "Why would you think you needed experience for me, Tiff. I knew you were a virgin. Did I push you to do that?" So, he was working up to forgiveness. He just had to understand it all first.

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Tiffany's vision became blurry at a rapid pace as tears filled her eyes. She blinked and several teardrops dribbled down her cheeks. She wiped roughly at the wetness on her face, not wanting Abraham to see her crying. She stifled her sniffles and listened to what he had to say.

She rolled her wet eyes, wanting to kick herself. Tiffany dropped both their hands to turn her back to Abraham and dug the heels of her hands into her eyes as if that would push the tears back into the ducts. She placed her hands over her make-up stained face and plopped down on his bed, letting out a puff of shaky breath. Tiffany was just a dumb girl that night and she was even more dumb to come to Abraham's and beg for forgiveness. She dropped her head down to let her fingers thread through her own hair.

"I told you, Abraham. I was stupid. In my drunken stupor, I thought it would be a fantastic idea. Obviously, my drunken self is just as stupid as my sober self." Tiffany's eyes were fixed on his carpet, avoiding his eyes completely. "Abe.. no. You never pushed me into it. It's just that you seemed like you were always ready and I wasn't. And now, I don't know what to do with myself." Tiffany pulled her knees up to her face and wrapped her arms around them tightly.

What a mess she'd made.

[ABRAHAM FAULCON]

Sighing out heavily as Tiffany turned from him to wipe her eyes, he raked his fingers through his short hair. The cut he'd once hated before he knew Tiffany liked it better that why. Now he wasn't sure why he still cared. Everyone else who'd cheated was getting hell thrown at them, but he just wasn't sure he could be the same spiteful, venomous creature all the others had turned into.

Not just that, but the other Winchester unfaithful's had slept with people they actually wanted to be with. Tiffany's situation was a lot different than theirs. As far as he knew she and Simon weren't even on speaking terms. He couldn't very well handle this situation the same as the others had. So, he was at a loss.

Eyes finally looking over to her as she stared down at the carpet, he let out another long breath.

"Tiffany, I'm a guy. Of course I was always ready. Guys always are. It didn't mean I wasn't fine with waiting." Finally, in a slightly involuntary motion he moved to sit beside her, his own arm betraying him and coming around her. But he couldn't stay mad forever, that wouldn't fix things on either side of this.

He knew it wasn't his intent to completely end things between them. Not with the first girl who'd ever been more than a fling to him. It was just going to take some time, so healing, on both ends.

"When I first found out. I was determined never to talk to you again..." He admitted quietly. "But it turns out that's a lot easier said than done. ...I know you didn't do it intentionally. I know you're sorry, and I- I want to forgive you." Biting into his lip for a moment, letting silence stretch before he spoke again he finally leaned his head down to catch her eyes with his, "I thought space was what I needed in order to forgive you. But... I've had enough of space. I'm just.. avoiding the problem, really because it's easier. But it's not better. And I miss you. And I just want us to be okay again, and I don't want to be so angry." He was rambling, he knew, but he had to get it all out. It had been building up inside of him for weeks now.

"Let's just...get back to us. And I think we can fix this together." He mumbled slightly, chin resting on Tiffany's shoulder tiredly.

Now he knew why he'd never done this before. Relationships were exhausting. But it was all worth it...

[TIFFANY BELLE]

Winding herself up tighter in her position, her hands finding her elbows. Tiffany listened to Abraham carefully, giving up her attempt at wiping away her hot tears as they flowed down her face. She let out a sigh when Abraham wrapped his arm around her and leaned into his touch, her head still resting face down her knees. Tiffany turned her head to the side to meet her eyes with Abraham's and she quickly wiped at the black stains that she knew were below her eyes. When Abraham said that she had missed her, her chin quivered with a soft sob and, oh gosh, more tears. She wished they were stop escaping her eyes.

Tiffany rested her head on top of Abraham's and wiped at her red and tear-stained cheeks again. "Yeah. I'd like that.", she said while nodding slightly, a small smile breaking. She turned her head to kiss Abraham on the cheek gently then wrap her arms tightly around his neck, her face smashed up against his chest. "I missed you so much, Abraham." She mumbled against his shirt, never wanting to unwrap her arms.