Imma sip it till I feel it [Lacey]

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

When you're happy like a fool, Let it take you over

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All plans ruined. Just because of Lacey Lopez. Micah went to go get a coffee with Mason which was relaxing to him, then he came home and got ready to go back out clubbing with Anna. Of course, he'd expected a awesome time, and tomorrow a horrible hang over, but that was okay with him. He'd got finished getting ready sooner than he thought, so he ended up getting back onto the schools site. This is when he began getting heated. Blaine, Farren, and Anna were all talking about how he didn't deserve to be treated like shit from Lacey, but then here came "perfect" Miss. Lopez, and she couldn't even give Blaine an answer. He was sick of it. Not from Simon, but from her.

Forgetting all about his plans, he automatically told Lacey they would talk, and if she thought he wanted sex, she was completely out of her mind. When she agreed, in the bitchy tone he could already hear, he slammed that laptop closed, grabbed his keys then hauled ass over to the woman, or should he say girl's house. Not yet had he blacked out, but the heat from his skin was beating off of him. Over and over in his head would he think of what he might say to her, but that would only make him frustrated as he rode in the Jeep.

Soon enough, he was over at the girls house. Where he jumped out of his car as it came to a stop and slammed the door with enough force to make the whole body of the car shake. Walking up to the door, he also noticed his hands were shaking. Inhaling through his nose slowly back out, he tried to calm himself even the slightest. It worked but not as much as he wanted it to work. Locking his jaw, he walked up to the door, to find it surprisingly unlocked in which he just stepped in. He could care less if she had company or not. Try and stay calm. No need to act a fool. It's just a talk. He took in another breath as he closed the door loud enough for her to hear, then spoke so she knew it was him. Hey Lacey, this time. Let's not be scared of me coming in the house. You could have classified that as a soft yell, oh he was just getting started.

wearing - This
tag - Lacey
notes - Mason goes thuggin', Micah goes thuggin' o.o
credit - ashybomb @ caution 2.0

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey swore that everybody was starting shit with her. Not the other way around. Everybody thought that she was the drama starter. Uhm, negative! Everybody just wanted to talk smack about her today. Little Miss Good Two Shoes, Farren. God, that bitch. Lacey was definitely fucking her boyfriend after Farren had said that she didn't like Lacey straight up. It's like she was begging for a bitch slap. And oh, God. Fucking Mason! A little 16 year old was back sassing Lacey too. Today was not her day. Mason was trying to call Lacey all these names, like bitch please. You're so middle school. If Mason really wanted to start some shit, she would get her little skinny ass and come at her, like a woman.

So, then everybody was talking about her in the chat and Lacey was sitting there, laughing her ass off. These people were so fucking dumb. Whenever Micah barged onto the chat, Lacey sat up a little. This was gonna be good. All Lacey could think was "Come at me, bro. Come at me." and so the little hoe did. Hah. Lacey pulled on some shorts and waited for Micah to arrive. Lacey was really unsure as to why Micah wanted to talk to her. It was really stupid for them to talk after the whole Justus thing. She thought they were over it. Hmph. Apparently not.

Lacey stood up the moment she heard her door open. She jutted out her jaw and crossed her arms, marching out to the living room where the front door was. "Why would I be scared of you?" Lacey said, loud enough so they could hear. They were a good 10 yards away from each other. There was no way Micah would hit Lacey, but he looked pretty pissed and she wasn't going to take any chances.

notes: THEN LACE-LACE GETS THUG? ON SOME REAL?
Lacey's thug wear.

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

Micah watched her walk out into the living room and he rolled his eyes. God, so fucking predictable you people are. Looking back down at her he shrugged. I really don't give a fuck if or why you are or might be scared. It was a way to get your attention so you didn't freak out about me walking in here. Crossing his arms as well he leaned back looking down straight into her eyes with the same glare she gave him. Did she really think that he would back down? That her hard core try to be scared him? She wanted shit said to her face? She was going to get it. Either she would actually talk to him about this and work it out, or she'd be the difficult bitch she'd always been so far and try to keep her rep. which was utterly childish.

Micah flexed his jaw off and on while he stood there in the silence just before taking a few steps to get closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. The voice of a happy, "I don't give a crap" Micah had left. Now a scary, husky, serious voice were there. Look here, let me get something out really quick. Yeah? Before you start bobbing your head and shouting at me. I'm not hear to fucking stay on the past of the Justus thing. I'm here to clarify that you're being fucking stupid. Now he shifted his weight from one leg to another. And let me guess, you didn't give a fuck. Not about how fucked up that was or anything. I bet you would've gave a fuck if I went and did this shit to you and your sister. Thing is, I wouldn't do that to you. I don't even try to fight with you even though you're a bitch to me for no reason, but I'm sick of it now. Micah took a step back and looked up at the ceiling before looking back down at her. All I ever did was give you a fucking friendship, and what you wanted from me, and you do this shit to me?

I was watching the chat today. You and Mason's fight. She got you on one thing she said, what was it? "Someone either never hugged you or hugged you to much?" You flipped. You can live your life, Lacey, however you want. You can have no strings attached, but for gods sakes, when someone is fucking there for you. Don't be a bitch, and push them away because of what happened. It was true. Micah could catch on quickly to some things, and maybe some others caught on as well. That was as nice as he could put it though, and maybe the only way he figured he could get her to realize how she was being. He was actually slightly shocked that she let him get that much out, but he knew right now she would either slap him or yell. So, he waited for it.

wearing - This
tag - Lacey
notes - Damn I didn't mean for it to have so many words, try to work with it for me lmao.
credit - ashybomb @ caution 2.0

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Lacey and Micah practically had the same facial expressions and the same stance. Even as Micah talked, her face never changed. Lacey opened her mouth several times to talk, but immediately shut her mouth when he started again. Honestly, Lacey really didn't want to give two shits about what was coming out of his mouth, but she did. It was hard not to care. God, she hated talking about feelings. Why did Lacey even fuck Justus in the first place? Was Micah even hurt by this? She assumed he was. She had never been lectured at by a good fuck. Never. Lacey felt like a fool. A damn right fool. Micah shouldn't make her feel like this. Lacey felt a sting behind her eyes. She fought the sting by closing her eyes tightly and opening them. Dammit. The minute she opened her mouth, these damn tears would flow. Fuck everything.

"All right." Lacey croaked out. Dammit. Fuck. Shit. I hate him. "I fucked up. I screwed your brother, yeah. I feel guilty, okay? What do you want me to do here, Micah?" Lacey felt her throat dry up. She swallowed hard. Lacey was determined to not make these tears reach the outside of her eyes. "I just think that after some dumb slut like me fucked your brother, you would have some sense to never talk to me again. Frankly, I really don't want to talk about anything, Micah!" Lacey stamped her foot as she felt the tears well up in her eyes. She bit her lip hard and turned around on her heel, so her back faced Micah. She felt like a child, but there was no way in hell that he was going to see these tears.

Her arms were still tightly wound underneath her breasts. She wasn't moving. Lacey felt the scalding hot tear run down her cold cheek. She counted them as they fell. One, two, three, fourfivesix. Shit.

"Don't come in my house and try to get all Dr. Phil on me, because it won't. work." Lacey sniffed loudly. She balled up the ends of her sleeve and wiped harshly at her mascara stained cheeks. "I can't change anything I've done. Why are you even here? To make me cry? To make me feel bad?" She locked her jaw again and spun around. "Because if that was your goal, fucking bravo to Micah fucking Rodriguez." God, Lacey was so pissed. What did Micah expect her to do? Have a heart-to-heart with him? Lacey doesn't do heart-to-heart talks.

notes: don't worry. i like words.. :3 (lol wtf lettie)

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

He was getting everything he wanted. Except her crying. Micah never wanted to make her cry. It wasn't on his list, but at least he knew that she was fucking human and not fully a selfish bitch. But one of the things she just gave him was, her being a woman. Not a child. Knowing when to admit when the fuck she was wrong. Cut the Dr. Phil shit. I'm so tired of hearing Simon's line come from your mouth. Be your own fucking person. Micah shook his head and inhaled a deep breath. I didn't want to come here and make you cry Lacey. You know, that I'm not that type of guy, but you also know that there's a point with me. There's only so much I can fucking take.

Just as he was about to say his ultimate reason for coming to her, he realized that she said she didn't want to talk. Of course she didn't want to talk. The girl was fake steel. Anything that may get her guard down, she will avoid, but she brought it upon herself. So. My legit reason coming here was to get you to go back to how things use to be with us, but since you don't want to fucking talk to me. I can go now, and you don't even have to hear my voice or see my face again. Not like it would bother you either, so you just say the words, babe.

wearing - This
tag - Lacey
notes -
credit - ashybomb @ caution 2.0

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

What the fuck was Micah even talking about? Simon didn't give her that line. She narrowed her eyes. Why did everybody hate him anyway? She and Simon were attached at the hip ever since they hooked up. Best friends forever. Lacey really didn't understand why people had a problem with that. Lacey was definitely her own person. She wiped again at the tears on her cheeks. He didn't even apologize for making her cry. Micah really wasn't the one to make her cry anyway. She hadn't cried ever since she flunked out, so really this was just a breaking point. "Whatever." She mumbled.

Lacey stood there, staring at him with a blank stare. He wanted things to be back to the way they were? Well, it's not like she didn't want that either. Of course she wanted things back to the way they were, but he was dating Anna now. She sniffed, feeling cold. Lacey glanced up at the fan, which was on high. She shivered, still watching Micah intently. Not saying anything. She bit her lip to keep it from quivering as she watching him turn around to the door.

"W-Wait." She said, stopping him. Lacey walked over to Micah and stood in front of him, only 2 feet away this time. She crossed her arms again. Lacey realized she was a lot shorter than Micah without heels. Her eyes met his neck. She had to look up to speak to him. "Listen, okay." Lacey swallowed hard, looking him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I-I don't know why I'm being such a bitch when you didn't even get mad at me for sleeping with Justus. And I know that sleeping with your brother isn't really the smartest thing to do if I valued our friendship, but it's too late now. You're dating Annabel, aren't you? If I were to become friends with you again, we'd hook up again. And you know it." She shrugged, looking down. Lacey felt stupid, talking about her feelings. She really hated this.

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

Micah knew things couldn't go exactly back to normal now. Besides the fact that there was a gossip site spreading rumors about how he was "not bi", Micah knew he had Anna now. Even though he was still not so sure about the whole relationship thing, and was almost positive, that it too, would turn to shit whenever it could. Why did he think this? Because just about everything, was falling apart before his eyes. All of the reasons as to why he moved from his hometown, had now rebuilt itself in Vegas. Relationship drama for the most part. Apparently he was a whore now as well. Whore, maybe, but no body had room to talk.

This moment would fall to pieces too. This whole talk, would probably mean nothing to Lacey, it would change nothing. For some reason, he wanted to at least save this one thing. This friendship, or whatever it was. Micah wasn't really sure why, but he wanted to control this outcome. Make everything okay between them, but it was just getting harder. Micah shook his head already assuming the answer to his question and turned around to walk to the door, but then was stopped by Lacey, surprisingly. He stood there and looked down at her eyes, this time he did not have anger. Sadness, maybe. Confusion, maybe, and a sense of hopelessness? For sure.

Everything she was saying was reminding him and bringing him down more. The outcome of this, was still predicted the same to him. I know you're sorry, and yeah. I am dating Anna, but that doesn't mean we have to sleep together, but you saying that you know me and you will sleep together makes me think that you.. Micah chuckled a laugh at himself, when he realized what he was about to say. He'd been over this thought, and there was no way in hell that Lacey Lopez could be this. Nevermind. I guess you're saying it's best that I do what I was going to do a second ago and leave you alone from now on?

wearing - This
tag - Lacey
notes -
credit - ashybomb @ caution 2.0

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Biting her bottom lip and her eyebrows furrowed, she watched Micah intently. She knew that Micah and Lacey would be no more. She couldn't believe it. Micah was actually an okay friend. The only way to fix this was to get a time machine. If Lacey could just step into the damned time machine, and not sleep with Justus, she and Micah wouldn't be fighting and Micah wouldn't have turned to Anna. The whole thing with Micah and Anna made Lacey sick. She hated relationships. Especially when the relationship involves someone who was once her fuck buddy. Total bullshit. Absolutely ridiculous. Lacey would never admit to being even a little bit jealous of them. Like everything else, she would hide it from others. The only thing Lacey hated sharing was her feelings. Ugh.

"I don't know what we should do." Lacey shrugged, completely upset. "Would it be even remotely possible for us to start over?" She tore her eyes away from Micah's face, as her face crumpled. She hated crying. Lacey placed both her hands over her face, trying to control her sobs. Why was she even crying so hard about this? It was just Micah and he wasn't even yelling anymore. "I don't even know what do with myself anymore, Micah." She sobbed into her hands. Lacey felt herself unraveling right in front of Micah. This was completely new. She never opened up about stupid feelings. to anybody.

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

He really did not want whatever this was, to end. Micah actually began to question if it was a good idea to go into this relationship with Anna. It was either a bad idea, or he was just being flat out stupid. Letting go of the door knob he ran both of his hands over his face and into his hair, knocking his hat from his head and onto the ground, but he did not bother to pick it up. Then he saw the pain in Lacey's face. It made his heart ache. Not only because it was Lacey, but someone so strong like her, was letting go before him.

Sighing, Micah took a step forward and wrapping his arms around her and rested his chin on her head. He held her tight through the sobs and every now and then ran his hand up and down her back hoping to sooth her. Now his voice was soft and sweet Why would you want to start over? He continued to run his fingertips up and down her back. And what do you mean about you don't know what to do with yourself anymore? He held in a sigh before pulling back some to wipe the tears that he could before he began to run his fingers through her hair.

wearing - This
tag - Lacey
notes -
credit - ashybomb @ caution 2.0

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[LACEY LOPEZ]

Still trying to fight the sobs shuddering through her body, Lacey kept her hands firmly to her face. She really didn't want Micah seeing her like this. When Micah wrapped himself around her, she let out a gasp from the sudden warmth. She instantly moved her arms to rest around his neck. Lacey pressed her head against his chest, desperately wanting to feel his warmth again. She shivered once against his body when he ran his fingers down her back. Lacey was at her weakest point.

"I screwed up. Big time. I can't change anything." Lacey shuddered into his chest again. She knew she'd leave wet marks on his shirt. Probably mascara stains too. "I also can't change the way I am. I can't change the fact that I love sex." She wrapped herself tighter around Micah as he ran his fingers through her hair. God, that felt nice. He was probably only doing this because she was so ugly when she cried and felt bad about it. Lacey really didn't care as long as she had someone there.

[MICAH RODRIGUEZ]

Micah continued to run his fingers through her hair as he noticed she found comfort in it before he leaned down and kissed her forehead. He didn't really think about doing it or not, he just did it. After looking down at her as she spoke, his face showed even more sadness. It was horrible to him how she cried because of this, and the fact that it may have been his fault made it worse for him.

Once again he whipped her eyes then wrapped his arms around her again, resting his chin on her head. "It's okay, Lacey." when he said this he meant it as comfort and the truth. That it was okay, as long as she never did it again, that was. "Why can't you just, find a guy who you really like having sex with, and I don't know...be his girlfriend and have sex like..seven times a day?" This sounded like a joke coming from his mouth, but he was being really serious right now. Why couldn't she find someone she really liked and just stayed with them? She had done it before, right?