no rest for the wicked *

[jameson robert bolton]

jamie sat on the edge of his bed and stared back at his reflection. he was the definition of mess. his eyes had somehow managed to look deader than they had been before he left. his body ... well let's not even go there. with the amount of drinking he had done, you'd expect him to have a beer belly the size of uncle bernie's. but nope, he was skinny as ever. his skin was pasty like he hadn't left the house in months, and even his lips had lost their pinkish hue. and that was only the outside of mr jameson robert bolton. the inside was even worse. but jamie couldn't think of what was on the inside right now. his mind was elsewhere. he had to stop being so selfish. it was time to grow up. right? ... right. jamie laughed at himself. he made plans like that all the time. i'm gonna not leave. i'm gonna stay with zoe.

[/color] ha! and see how great that worked out? he up and left for detroit. for nine months. why? well, he hadn't really figured that out yet. actually, he had. he was scared. hell, he was still scared. because today was the day he was going to meet his son.

his son. jamie couldn't get over that. he was an eighteen-year-old drug addict with absolutely no future at all. he had thrown that all away about five years ago. he was the last person who needed to be a father. and let's not forget about zoe, either. she was sixteen. sixteen. if jamie was zoe's father, he would probably have killed jamie by now. he was surprised he wasn't lying six feet under by now. god, he was such a douchebag. he thought his life was bad, and zoe had to somehow juggle school, a kid, and dealing with him. well, she didn't have to for that nine months. and she didn't have to now. she could've easily told jamie to get the fuck out of her life and move on. well, she did tell jamie to fuck off. but did jamie listen? no. no he didn't. if she had, he wouldn't have listened anyways. something inside him ... couldn't leave bryson alone. he knew that he had to see him. even if it was only once.

and so, jamie headed out of his door. he decided to walk. he needed as much time as he could to calm down. his nerves were killer. as he brought a cigarette to his mouth, his hands were shaking. jamie should've have probably been smoking, seeing as he was going to be around a baby soon. ten minutes, tops. oh well. it was better that he be calm and smell like tobacco than to show up and let his nerves have the best of him.

ten minutes later, as expected, he approached zoe's home. his stomach started twisting in knots and his mouth felt dry. he was about to knock on the door, but hesitated for a moment. his jamie instinct - the one that usually told him to drop everything and run like hell - was telling him to, well, run. but he wasn't going to. somehow, he watched himself knock on the door and he stared at the door, waiting for it to open. the eighteen-year-old took in a few deep breaths, and started to look at the ground in a way that was almost childish. oh boy, he had a lot to learn.



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[zoe carolyn van wright]

• I WANT YOUR HORROR I WANT YOUR DESIGN CAUSE YOU'RE A CRIMINAL •

YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A
* - - - BAD ROMANCE

being a teen mom, it was something else. to be totally honest? it sucked, and it sucked bad. all it really did was add a shitton more stress to young zoe's life, and being in high school, well, she already had plenty of stress and didn't exactly need any more, especially when that stress came in the form of a baby. it was, undoubtedly, the worst kind of stress ever created. it sucked having to get up numerous times every night when she didn't want to, just to have to tend to a wailing baby, when she didn't get enough sleep as it was. she had to do her homework (hah, well, or at least some of it), then finally crash, only to be woken up an hour later. it totally sucked. but at the same time, it was great to be a mom, too. zoe had someone to love her unconditionally, a baby who was always happy to see her (after all, she was the one who helped him when he shit his pants. who wouldn't be happy to see her?), and having someone to care for wasn't honestly all that bad. besides, bryson was beyond adorable. sure, every mother thought her own baby was adorable, but anywho who looked at bryson couldn't blame zoe for thinking her son was the cutest. there was one slight problem though: he had jamie's eyes...

jamie. the thought of the boy could still bring boiling hatred into her system. he left her, he fucking left her! she hated his guts! she never wanted to see him again! but yet when he'd come back, zoe still talked to him. she hated herself for it, and even though their first official conversation got her beyond pissed, she couldn't help but get that stupid feeling of elation, those damn butterflies in her stomach, when she picked up the phone and it was he who called. because zoe was still in love with him. no matter how many times they'd broken up, no matter how many times he'd broken her heart, she was still completely head over heels for him, and there was nothing she could do to change that. and honestly, she hated that. zoe had always been an independent person, and she didn't really like the thought of having to rely on someone. after all, it clearly hadn't done her too much good so far, had it? a single mom in high school? yeah, not the greatest. but no matter how hard zoe tried to close her heart, when jamie came back, she just couldn't do it. it opened itself up to him, and sure, she could be a bitch to him. she could be cold and rude and act like she hated him. but she didn't. all she wanted was her jamie back.

maybe, just maybe, she was getting that tonight. the phone conversation they'd had earlier had ended in jamie saying he was coming to visit. bryson was going to meet his daddy for the first time. and hopefully that wouldn't be the last. if it ended up as that... well, zoe was positive her heart would be closed to jamie for good, and she meant it this time. even more than all the other times that she said she would, and then it never happened. because if he hurt her son, it would be hurting her beyond anything that he had ever done to in her past. bryson, he was like zoe's other half right now. hell, he always would be, he was her son. he was the only guy she needed in her life, right? except for jamie. shit, jamie. but now that he was back, it was okay to think about him, right? he was going to be there for her and all that, right? hah. zoe may have still loved him, but that didn't mean she trusted him. bryson was slowly falling asleep in her arms when she heard a knock on the door, bringing the butterflies back into her stomach again. not wanting to freak jamie out too badly and make him leave, she laid the sleepy bryson down in his bassinet before getting up and shyly pulling open the door, resisting the urge to run to him and throw herself into his arms. "...hi." well, what else did you say to an asshole who got you pregnant and deserted you for nine months?

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[jameson robert bolton]

hadn't it only been a year ago when jamie had said that he was never going to have kids? he hated them. well, maybe not hate. that was a strong word. but he highly disliked how they thought they could everything and anything they wanted. it was plain annoying. his mother had told him that he would think of kids differently when he had his own. jamie then reminded her that there was no way in hell he was going to have a child. but, now that he did, his attitude changed from i'm glad i don't have to deal with that to oh god, i'm not looking forward to this. if jamie had really wanted, he could've stayed in detroit. he could've just forgot about zoe and bryson and everything back here in this shithole of a place and start a new life. a new life? as what? a drug dealer on the streets? probably. that is how he'd end up even here if his life kept going in the direction it was heading.

when he had told his mom - reluctantly - that zoe was pregnant, she flipped shit. he had never seen his mom in such a rage before in his life. he would've left the house if she hadn't locked him in his room for the rest of the day. when she let him out though, she had calmed down enough to tell him to get a better job and to get the fuck out of her house because 'if he was mature enough to make these kinds of decisions, he was mature enough to live on his own'. yeah. because he definitely decided to have a kid. he had made up his mind at the age of eighteen to get his sixteen-year-old girlfriend pregnant because hey, why the fuck not? so, jameson left for detroit to live with his grandparents. his grandma was absolutely appalled at his appearance. "what on earth did you do to your ears? why is your hair so long? does your mother not feed you? and is that a tattoo?! for the love of god and all that is holy!" within two days of being there, his grandmother had given him the shortest haircut he had had in about eight years, she told him to take out his septum piercing, and she made him wear long sleeves all the time to cover his ink. whattabitch.

luckily though, his hair had grown back. although he had to admit, it was jolly good not having hair in his eyes all the time. so he had kept it short. not buzzcut short, as it had been, but short enough so it didn't quite reach his eyes. he looked at himself in his reflection and stepped back a bit when the door opened. the first thing that jamie noticed when zoe appeared was that she looked exhausted. beautiful (as always), but exhausted. like she could drop to the floor right now and take a good long siesta. jamie could too, but that's just because he's a lazy fuck. at least zoe had a legitimate reason. when she spoke, his stomach started to do weird, weird things. like that awkward plant from harry potter and the philososphers stone had somehow found its way into jamie's stomach and something was moving in there and it was trapping it. yeah. imagine that. "uh ... hey." the tops of his ears started to flush a light pink, and now that you could actually somewhat see his ears, he realized that it was noticeable. embarrassing. maybe he should grow his hair out again ... naw. he'd just have to man up and stop blushing. but he was nervous. so nervous. she could shut the door in his face right now and he'd never get to see bryson. but he wanted to. badly. so he straightened himself out to his full height and somehow raised the corners of his mouth in one of those rare smiles that she somehow made him do. ugh. he felt like he was going to puke. his nerves were getting to him again. TAGGED::zoe/bethhh! WORDS::uhhh idk. LISTENING TO::uhhh nothing. but i will listen to something soon. CREDIT TO::RORA @ HOS

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[zoe carolyn van wright]

• I WANT YOUR HORROR I WANT YOUR DESIGN CAUSE YOU'RE A CRIMINAL •

YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A
* - - - BAD ROMANCE

it was almost unbelievable, what zoe would give to go back to a time when things weren't so complicated. if she could just go back to when it didn't matter what she did, because her actions were never affecting others. well that was a bad example, what you did always affected other people no matter how old you were. if you were a little kid, your actions affected your parents, like if you were in walmart and you did something that embarrassed them. and if you're older, your actions affect... well, your parents, again. honestly, parents nowadays are probably more embarrassed by their kids than they were when their kids were younger. hell, zoe didn't really know where she was going with that train of thought. the point was, she wished things weren't complicated. basically, she was wishing that she didn't have a son to care for. it always sounded bad when she put it that way and she knew it, but zoe didn't mean for it to come out that way. because obviously she loved her son. he was part of her, hell, he was the same person as her, basically, at one time. he was just a widdle baby egg inside of her for nine months. she had just had a little help in getting that little egg alive and growing.

and once that egg was growing, it seemed like there was no stopping it. zoe hated being pregnant. it was miserable. she was made fun of, first of all. well, she could take care of that part. even pregnant, zoe could still beat the shit out of the rest of the girls at school. she tried to control most of her emotions though, and throughout her pregnancy, hadn't done so badly. well, for zoe anyway. what was good for zoe and what was good for other people when it came to violence was definitely a different story. besides, as she reached her third trimester, it got just a little difficult for her to beat the shit out of people. then again, that just meant that zoe could resort to her favorite pasttime, arguing. and argue she did. she bitched the hell out of people, which probably made some of them feel even worse than it did when she physically beat them up. yeah, it didn't matter that zoe was carrying a baby inside of her, and a pretty massive baby at that (or so it seemed to her). she was still the queen bitch, just minus the queen part. the second part of being pregnant that had sucked was, obviously, being fat. zoe had always been tiny in stature, and having that massive belly with her all the time? it was miserable. so much extra weight to lug around, and even though zoe was strong, that didn't mean she exactly enjoyed carrying her son. it had taken a hell of a lot of work to keep him there for nine months, and then a hell of a lot more to get him out.

but the worst part about being pregnant? she had been alone. her parents hadn't exactly disowned her per se, but not only had it felt that way to zoe, but she didn't want to impose on them when it had been her mistake, getting pregnant at that party. this wasn't her parents' problem, it was hers. so zoe had moved out. she'd gotten a job finally, and now she was living in an apartment with her son. her landlady, well, she was a bitch, of course, but at least she'd let a seventeen-year-old girl and her son stay at one of her apartments. it wasn't too often that landlords and landladies would be willing to do that. after all, she was seventeen. and she had a son? most landlords would be thinking 'get the fuck out' and kicking her sorry ass out of there. but this one had given her a shot. so not only did she have a place to stay, but it seemed like just maybe, zoe wasn't alone anymore. jamie coming to visit her had obviously taken a lot for him to do, so maybe he was going to stay for good. zoe smiled softly at the sight of him, her eyes straying to his shorter hair, and then the red tips of his hair. and her smile only widened. "you got a haircut..." oh, she wanted to say something about his red ears so badly, but if she said the wrong thing he might just leave, and zoe had just gotten him back. she wouldn't be scaring him off any time soon. "you can come in..." she stepped out of the way of the door so he could walk into her apartment. besides, bryson needed to meet his daddy... whether daddy wanted to or not.

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