time and chocolate will heal {bridget/morgan}

[jamescopeland]

THERE WAS A TIME I WAS everything

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all he could do was look out the window and wait for something to wake him up. something to tell him he was dreaming and none of the past few minutes had been real. that these tears on his face and this computer screen were all an illusion. he waited and waited for this to all disappear but it didn’t. what he had just heard was real. unlike an etch-a-sketch this pain was not going away. this was real and he couldn’t change it.
denver was dead
no, he hadn’t been extremely close to the fella like caleb had been, nor did he feel that he had an excuse to be this torn up about denver’s death. but no matter if he had an excuse or not... he felt terrible. was this honestly what it was like to lose a friend? this empty pain in your chest... was it normal? james had never really lost anyone in his life before. of course he lost the occasional neighbor but this was different. they had been in their elderly stages of life. denver was only twenty one, and worse... denver had brought this onto himself. james couldn’t grasp the concept of why and how someone could do something so severe, especially someone like denver. denver was talented. denver was going places. why would he do it? would caleb or james been able to stop it from happening? james knew his influence wouldn’t have been so much of an impact as caleb’s would have been but still, could it have been stopped?
the tears burned his eyes, but nothing could stop them from falling. ever since giselle had told him and bridget the news, his heart felt as if he had been stabbed or something. the feeling was not one he enjoyed. the news did him no good. he sat curled up in a corner crying awaiting his visitor to arrive. god he wished he could pull himself together. he didn’t want to be seen like this. seen as some loser who cried a lot. he looked terrible crying but the last thing james should be worried about was appearance. what was really troubling him was caleb. how was caleb going to respond to all that had been occuring these days? he was worried about him. he had offered to take caleb’s son evan for a little while so giselle could tell him the tragedy at play, but she had said it would have been better if evan was there to comfort caleb, which james knew was the truth. besides james was in no state to look after a child with the way he felt right now.
his head rest on his knees while the tears soaked his jeans. there was no way in hell he was going to be able to contain himself right now. he had to cry, and let it out or else the pressure would be even worse inside of his heart. he just sat there waiting for the sky to let out tears for a fallen soul, who should forever rest in peace.

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this thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 with lyrics from elton john, it's tagged for BRIDGET/MORGAN & its a total of 515 words. you can see what YOURCCHARACTERNAME is wearing right here and all i have to say is sorry for crappiness

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[BRIDGET HART]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #9966FF solid; border-bottom: 10px #9966FF solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 589 ( TAGGED ) RYLAND ( OUTFIT ) HERE Today was a to-do day for Bridget. She lived alone in a one bedroom apartment. The only joy in that was it was easy to keep clean when Bridget needed it to be. But lately, she was out of gigs and had to stay home much more often. The money was getting tight all of a sudden, but it didn't scare her too much. With a few more gigs in the next month she could be rolling in the benjamins from all the tips she gets. So today was her cleaning day. The day where she grabs a trash bag and throws away pretty much everything unsightly. She was good at decor, but it didn't look that way when it was buried by trash. Bridget got to work at about eight a.m. That was the earliest she had woken up in the past few months. Mostly it was because she wasn't up until four in the morning trying to find the right chord for a song. After four good hours of tedious cleaning, she was finished and in dire need of a break. But Bridget realized it was a mistake to hop online a few seconds after Ellie told her the news. Denver, one of Caleb's good friends, committed suicide. At first, Bridget just sat there, didn't know what to do. But by the way it sounded, James on the other end needed more support than she did right then. So she figured she would go to the store, by tubs of ice cream, and bring them to him. Bridget decided to pull on a regular blue t-shirt, some black pants and a studded belt to complete the outfit. With her black converse on she looked at herself in the mirror, "Ew, you scene kid." She laughed at herself. Some people looked at her before shows and would think that she sings some scremo stuff or something with heavy metal. But in reality, she sang Christina Aguilera and Adele. It really irritated her to know that people could be so judgemental. Shrugging at herself she finally grabbed her keys and headed out the door. Stopping at the store, she decided to get two tubs of rocky road ice cream. Ice cream was a good healer. Whatever it was use for, breakups, deaths, etc., it was always great to have handy. Leaving the store, Bridget hoped that this would help James feel at least slightly better than what he was probably feeling right then. He warned her about what she would be walking into, but she didn't care. It wasn't going to sit well with her just sitting by acting like nothing was wrong while one of her friends sat at home and cried. Bridget didn't personally know Denver, so she wasn't exactly torn about it, but she was pretty sad that she had never gotten the chance to meet him. She knew that he must have been a great guy to have been so close with Caleb. Bridget pulled up into the parking lot of an apartment building, and after climbing a few stairs to the correct level, she found the door of James's apartment. She looked around and knocked on the door casually. Bridget stood there, preparing herself for the worst. She knew it would kill her inside to see James all torn up, so she really had to keep it together. Crying wasn't really a thing Bridget did a lot, it came every once in a while. And Bridget desperately hoped that today wasn't going to be any different. What a bad starting post. don't worry, it'll get better. i'm just bad at starting. xD

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[jamescopeland]

THERE WAS A TIME I WAS everything

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&& nothing ALL IN ONE[/center]

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he wasn’t stupid. he knew his eyes were red from the stinging tears precipitating from his eyes. his hair no doubt was messed up and awful but at the moment, he didn’t give a damn. in the state he was in, james was entitled to look like shit. his jeans had tear marks on them and his shirt, well... he wasn’t wearing one to be honest. he had only just woken up when he had logged in, and the apartment was a temperature where shirts weren’t necessary in his opinion, but pants always were. he never knew when he’d have to run out of his apartment. he was quite awkward in the way he planned for the worst... or at least most of the times. he never would have thought to have planned for a suicide of a friend.
as he moved himself to go get a shirt on before the arrival of bridget he looked in the mirror. there was no denying he was a wreck. his face was even stained with the paths the tears had decided to take. he looked awful as he wiped his face with his hands and for the first time in a half hour stopped crying. he needed to have at least a little bit of composure in front of bridget. he could cry after she left but for now this was no time for tears. he was sure his eyes would thank him for his decision to give them a little rest. he didn’t bother fixing his hair. the mess would take too long to tame and it would just get messed up again later. besides, he knew bridget would be out of her mind if she expected him to look perfect, and if she by some chance did... she’d be disappointed and rightfully so.
he entered the small bedroom he called his own and pulled a random white shirt from his dresser. he didn’t need anything fancy. just a white v-neck and jeans would suffice for the occassion. he decided to hide his hair and it’s wildness by getting a grey beanie which had been just thrown onto the dresser. at least he looked semi-functional. he didn’t need to worry bridget by looking torn up inside. he could hopefully hide that much.
as soon as he left his bedroom a knock came from the door. he had no doubt in his mind it was bridget. since the tour and the bands growing number of fans james kept his apartment’s address pretty private in order to avoid any creepiness that would possibly occur if his address had been spread throughout the world. he walked through his descently clean main room avoiding sheet music and a few guitar picks that had found themselves scattered across the floor while his guitar lay nice and neatly in its case in his bedroom.
james took a deep breath before opening the door. it was now or ever to reveal his embarrassing weakness to her. he opened the door and quickly scanned bridget looking at the features of her body. she definitely knew how to dress in his opinion but he knew now was not the time for that. he tried to force a smile for her but failed. he knew the red eyes and his face gave away his pain. he looked her in her eyes. ” uhm... hey,” he said with a tone of sadness in his voice. he could feel himself zoning out and thinking of the past but quickly came to his senses. ”uh, come in... i mean if you like. it’s kind of a mess.”
james walked to the main room to lead her into the house. he knew it was nothing fancy or anything and there was a recently empty box of tissues laying on the floor from his earlier breakdown. he quickly picked it up and threw it away but didn’t bother to pick up the rest of the mess. he, trying to not make her feel awkward asked, ”uhm, would you like a drink or something? i’m not really sure what i have but... yeah.”. while talking to her he couldn’t stop sniffling. he wanted so badly to blame this all on allergies... the red eyes, the sniffling, but he knew bridget wasn’t that dumb so he just stood there a vulnerable soul not sure of what he should do or say to her.

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this thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 with lyrics from elton john, it's tagged for BRIDGET/MORGAN & its a total of 735 WORDS. you can see what JAMES is wearing right here and all i have to say is sorry for crappiness

[BRIDGET HART]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #9966FF solid; border-bottom: 10px #9966FF solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 685 ( TAGGED ) RYLAND ( OUTFIT ) HERE The constant thought of how Caleb was going to take the whole situtaion was roaming around in her brain. Caleb was good guy, an incredible guy, but she was pretty sure that, just like James, he wouldn't feel to incredible after Ellie releases the news. Bridget really had no business getting into this whole situation. She just happened to be there when Ellie said everything. Of course she felt a sense of mourn over the loss of a guy. But she had to wonder just what was so terrible in Denver's life that caused him to think suicide was the only way out. From the way he was described to her, he sounded like a descent guy who had his whole life ahead of him. Things became more confusing the more she thought about them. She was glad to be snapped out of it by the door opening. There stood James, red eyes, looking like he could barely stand. She felt so bad for him. Not one moment when she was looking at him told her that he was going to be okay by the time she left. The only reason why she was over here was to help him along with the loss of Denver. She didn't know exactly how close to Denver James was but, it didn't really matter to her. All she knew was that his man was in dire need of some ice cream and emotional support. Forcing on a half smile she made sure to make eye contact with him "Hi." She spoke softly. Just looked at him made her want to cry, but she knew that was a bad idea so she just kept that thought away. She listened to him ask her to come in...if she would like? Bridget knew there was a perfect oppertunity to lighten up the mood just a smidge. "Well, unless you want to be eating these..." she pulled out a tub of the ice cream out of the bag "...in the hallway. I'd love to come in." She smiled at him just a bit to let him know that she was just teasing. Although the more she thought about it, the more she knew that it probably wasn't the best idea to tease him at a time like this. Walking in behind James, she quickly set bag on the kitchen counter as she passed. Looking around, it looked like a normal guy's apartment. She wasn't judging. Although she thought about the idea of him coming over to her apartment. It cleaner and brighter and...well, a place that could put someone in a good mood. But right now that was the least of her focus as she walked into the room with him. She shrugged at his question about something to drink "Actually yeah, water would be great thanks." She smiled at him. There needed to be a little ray of light in every bad situation. And in this case, that little ray of light was Bridget, or Bridget attempting to be that ray of light. There was nothing more that Bridget wanted to do but make James feel a little bit better. And she knew that if she left here today and he wasn't feeling any different from before, she had failed. The thought of that just didn't make her stomach feel well, so she sat down on the couch next to her. She watched him, studdying him. She wanted to make sure nothing she would say would offend him in any way. "So...how you holdin' up?" What kind of question was that? How are you holding up? That was the dumbest question she could have asked. She saw his eyes, the way he stood there, the tissues all over the floor. She needed to make up for it somehow. Going a little bit closer to where he was she said "James, I'm so sorry about all of this. I...I wish I had something more...insightful but, I guess I don't..." Shrugging she felt terrible for not saying anything that could have helped him. So far, she wasn't pleased with herself as a guest. What a bad starting post. don't worry, it'll get better. i'm just bad at starting. xD

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5