Why Should I Have to Fix Things I Didn't Create or Contrive?

Heroin: Chapter 46
Author's Note:  Special thanks to K (Sakiawarner) her collaboration in the first part of this chapter, you rock!
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meg


Shannon dialed his brother and paced outside the hotel. He'd left K sleeping inside. His trip to Niagara Falls with her had taken a turn he'd not expected and he had to change things. Quick.

"grrnnn"  The irritating ringing on the bedside table forced Jared's head deeper into the pillow, trying to ignore the loud-as-all-fuck noise blasting from his tiny blackberry.  Finding no possible escape, he pulled his shaggy haired head from the pillow, grumbling as he snatched the phone, hitting "talk" as he brought it to his ear.  "Hello?"

"Jare..it's Shan. We gotta talk dude.. I messed up.. I mean I didn't mess up but I kinda messed up. Fuck.. dude... " he rambled, running a hand through his dark hair. "You gotta come here"

"You realize you're over 6 hours ahead, right?  And its still early morning here, right?"  He grumbled, attempting to run his fingers through his messy hair, propping up on his elbow, blinking in his drowsy state.  "Why...what happened?"  He doubted his brother could have done anything of TERRIBLE damage, and, he was known to over-react .  He wasn't too concerned.

"I... K took me to Niagara Falls.. I mean I've seen it before but she was there and we were taking pictures and I ... shit.. I sorta told her I wanted to spend my life with her. I didn't ask her but.... now I gotta do it.... and we said we'd do it together" he ran his hand through his hair once more, pacing on bare feet on the sidewalk. "It was so fucking perfect Jare"

Instantly he snapped to attention, looking lightly over the side of his bed, as if to make sure that the safe box was still under it.  His eyes wide he turned his head away from the sleeping girl beside him.  "Jesus!  You're kidding me shan!"  He whispered harshly, unable to contain the immediate flare in his temper.  He became scared, feeling a pit in his stomach. 

"No.. would I be calling you at 5 am.. would I be up at 9 am if this wasn't serious?" he exclaimed. "Things... are different. I can't explain it but I gotta do this. We could do it in Canada, at the falls, take the girls to dinner at the Minolta and then go to the falls."

"Fuck..."  He seethed, unable to compose much more.  He felt like he was jerked awake, abruptly sent into a frightening, uncertain world.  Where it was a now or never decision.  "Alright, alright..." he repeated, taking deep breaths.  "When do you think I could get us a flight up there? I guess we have to do this..."  He bit his lip, scooting up on the bed.

"Flights are pretty easy to get late. K and I flew out here on a red-eye. The bathroom was great" he teased, thinking back to that night.

"Then, I guess, i'll be getting us a flight as soon as we can, tonight even."  His voice was still quiet, intensifying each word.  "Jesus Shan...did You bring your ring, or do you need me to pick it up?" 

"I have it.. it's in my suitcase.  For some reason I threw it in there, I wasn't planning it but I felt like I should take it for some reason." he paused a minute, looking up at one of the trees. "Is it right to love someone this much. I really didn't think .... I mean.. you know what I mean don't ya?" he asked.

"Yeah...I know what you mean..."  He smiled lightly.  "Although, I have to say, I'm fucking scared...You've pushed this...lightning fast."  He shook his head.  "Thank you..."  He smiled. 

"Have you ever had this moment, that you just said what you felt, what you really felt and it changed everyrthing in the blink of an eye? That was how it happened, we're standing at the falls, and she looked up at me with this smile and I told her I wanted her with me the rest of my life.   I didn't think before the words came out." he told his brother. "I still havent even talked to Ma"

"You better call her, if you go and get engaged without her knowing...well..."  He laughed lightly, thinking of the fiery spirit of  Their mother.  "and...yeah...i think i know what you mean..."  He grew distant, thinking of the day Meg caught him singing in the middle of the night.  "Its...humbling..."  He sighed.  "grounding..."

"Yes! Exactly!" he said nodding his head even though his brother couldn't see it. "That is how it felt. Humbling. Here I was at this amazing    place, with a woman that makes my world and it really made me feel small, and very lucky"

He grinned, pleased he wasn't in love and alone.  He had someone he could bounce against, someone he could confide with.  "Luck...Your girl says luck ain't got nothing to do with it."  He laughed lightly.  "What do you have to say about, soul mates?"  He vividly remembered the conversation, thinking back.

"She does huh?" he smirked and thought over the question. "I think I found mine. Have you ever known any girl who ever complimented me like she does? Of all my girlfriends, have you ever really liked one as much as you like K?"

"Shan, all your other girlfriends were obnoxious..." he said in a seasonable tone, shaking his head.  "and, in some cases, distracting...and you know they were...K is perfect for you, without a doubt."  He smiled broadly, undeniably feeling his bother's   excitement, as if it were seeping through the phone.

"Yeah.. she is. "He laughed. "Holy shit.. I'm getting married" he yelled and then looked around quickly. "God I'm a mess" he laughed. "So I need to call mom... shit.. K has to meet mom when we get back. I'm doing this all backward"

"We, Shan, WE'RE getting married..."  He said, suddenly realizing he was still beside Meg.  His eyebrows jumped as she shuffled a bit, forcing him to slowly get up, and nearly dash from the room, lest she wake up and hear everything.  It was still early, so he doubted she had awoken, and anything she heard, would translate to dreams.  "And..."  He started, closing the door lightly behind him. 

"And.... we're getting old" he teased back.

"you're getting old..."  Jared countered, narrowing his eyes as if staring down his brother.  "I'm still fine off...look at the age group you're attracting!"  He grinned.  "At least i'm still getting the young ones"

"Did you just call my soon to be wife old" he laughed. "Well look... Meg might be young in years but in her head.. and heart she is perfect for you. I should go.. K will be up soon. The funeral is at noon today"

"Yeah she is..."  He nodded, smiling.  Yet, found himself turn grave at the mention of the impending funeral on the other side of the line.  He shuffled nervously, biting again at his lip.  "Noon?  Its..."  HE looked at a clock, doing the math in his head.  "what...9:30 there? Yeah...the time you need for that is extensive...Meeting her family, and...the funeral...part..."

"Already met the family at the viewing last night. They're wonderful, never even gave me a wayward glance. Her mom says I'm cute too.. not too bad eh?"

"...Like i said..look at the age group you're attracting"  He laughed smartly, entering the kitchen and starting a pot of coffee.  "No, but, they like you, points for that."

"You haven't seen her mom." he laughed. "She looks young. Anyway.. I'm gonna go. Today might be a little rough so I want to be there. Call me when you know the flight time." he said as he walked back into the hotel

"Will do, Good luck"  He nodded, leaving the coffee to brew, in quest for the laptop, the phone still pressed to his ear.  Hope of returning to sleep was completely gone from his system.  So began another early morning

"Same to you.. talk to ya soon' He cut the phone before he slipped back into the hotel room.


***

“Jare?”  My hand glided across the smooth  linen sheets.  Clutching the small tents of  fabric, a need for stability.  My eyes jerked open as a harsh reality came to me.

They were cold.  

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at my hands, wrapped in the sheets, the cold, sheets.  I propped up, watching my fists writhe in the linen.  It was as if I had lost something, as if, he had slipped between my fingers.  Blinking, I looked at the bedside clock.  6:15 AM.  What was with these early mornings?

I lifted the sheets and slipped from the bed, blinking at the sight of his untouched bedside table.  Everything still in place.  Furrowing my brow, I left the room, slipping down the stairs, searching for the elusive man.  Why couldn’t he manage to get a full night’s sleep lately?  What was wrong?

Leaning on the banister, I found him in the living room, his laptop on the coffee table.  He held his credit card before his fingers, his eyes moving from the silver embossed numbers, to the keys on the laptop.  Gracefully, the card left his fingers, for the pedestal of the coffee table.  His fingers pounded the keys, his tongue running along his lip as he provided information to the computer.  I wondered what he was purchasing, and so intent about.  His lips played confusion and pleasure like a violin.  He was amazing to watch.

He hit enter and I heard a printer somewhere in the house start.  We were that quiet.  He looked over the screen one last time, before nodding affirmatively, and shutting the screen of his laptop.  It was no sooner had his hand left the screen, did it find a mug of coffee, bringing it to his lips.  I blinked again as I watched him, coming to realize that even Jared was slow on the scale of perception when it came to mornings.  I found watching him from my heightened position on the stairs very enjoyable, waiting until he noticed and called me over, before I would make any moves.

His blue eyes finally found me atop the stairs, leaning on the banister, watching him.  He smiled past his mug, nodding as he removed it from his lips and placed it on the coffee table before him, next to his laptop.  His eyes turned to the clock on the cable box, before coming back to me, a slight frown gracing his features.  “why are you up?”  he said lightly, carefully.  

“Your side of the bed got cold…”  I said softly, turning slightly to finish walking down the stairs, turning around the banister, I sat beside him on the couch, leaning lightly against his shoulder.  He laughed lightly at my explanation, wrapping his arm about my shoulders and kissing my temple lightly.  

“You’re unbelievable.”  He said quietly, holding me close.  There was something interesting about the way he was presenting himself, something off.  I shifted against him, gnawing my lip.

“What were you doing up?”  I asked, my turn for questions.  He laughed lightly once more.

“Shan called me, he wants me to get a new look at Buffalo, apparently we didn’t get a good enough look on tour.”  I furrowed my brow, turning to look at him.

“And?”  I asked expectantly, watch the smile on his face grow a bit wider.  

“I said we could go up there for a bit, have a little vacation, and time away from home.”  I perked instantly at the news, having never been to Buffalo, I was curious.  And a vacation with Jared was certainly one to be cherished.  “I just booked tickets and a hotel for tonight…Are you up for it?”  He asked in rhetoric playful energy, having already seen my reaction.  

“Up for it?!”  I scoffed,  Kissing him briefly in the mounting excitement that instantly tore away the calm of morning that rested within the pit of every human being upon awakening.  “Course I’m up for it!”  I laughed.

“Just worrying about you.”  He said coyly, smirking, his hand finding my wrist, tracing around my thumb.  “I remember the damage that  you did to your sweatshirt on the flight up here…”  He teased, kissing me gently.  I pouted, against him, crossing my arms when we broke.  

“Could you blame me?  I didn’t know what the hell I would find down here.”  I exclaimed, raising my eyebrows, almost surprised that he remembered.

“So…”  He started, cocking his lips lightly to the side.  “What did you find down here?”  He said quietly, holding the mood in the palms of his hands.  A glint of adventure arose in his eyes, the air of pursuit falling between us.

“A man, who I’ve come to love with all of my heart…”  I said softly, backing away slowly with the heavy atmosphere that suddenly fell on the scene.  I was instantly braced by the arm rest of the couch.  He was slow as he followed, branching over me, growing like a tree.

“Who is he?”  He said softly.  “This man, you’ve come to love…”  His breath ran his voice, keeping him low, intense.  His sharp blue eyes spoke novels, captivating, taking whoever gazed deep enough, to a new world, a never ending story.

“An actor, a Musician…”  I bit my lip, pausing.  “An intellectual, a Demi-God.”  His eyebrows rose with the last comment, not expecting such a high compliment to grace him.  

“A demi-god?  Surely you must exaggerate.”   He said in disbelief, I shook my head.

“He is nothing less than immortal, and shall be worshipped until the end of time.  Not only by me, but by countless of human beings, who find him one in a million.  A human who should be idolized, a Buddha for the misunderstood, if you will.”  I smiled as he pressed his forehead to mine, looking deeply into my eyes, evaluating whether or not I spoke truth.  

“You’re unbelievable.”  His chest heaved as he hovered above me.

“You’re a god.”  He hesitated not one excess moment after the final consonant passed over my tongue;  Crushing his lips to mine, he fed a deep, insatiable hunger, one that I doubt ever really left him.  He kept it slow, yet forceful.  He waited until he had established a common goal, before pressing foreword, running his tongue along my lower lip, calling me open to him.

Slowly he traced my sides, his hands resting on my hips, dictating his intentions blatantly as he teased the hem of my shirt.  Without warning, his fists balled about the folded fabric, pulling it taunt as he lifted it over my head. I grinned as I was free from the fabric, nearly pouncing on him to remove his shirt. He didn’t slow me, nor did he encourage a faster speed.  He was content.  Free from the cloth, he pressed his lips to mine once more, sending me back against the arm rest of the couch, becoming re-acquainted with my mouth, before moving foreword.

Our tongues entwined as he slid my pajama pants and panties off me easily, my legs twisting lightly to assist him.  He smiled at my co-operation, holding my tongue lightly as he focused on tearing the flannel fabric off, tossing it to the floor.  His hands found mine, placing them at the drawstring of his cotton pants, urging me to work with him, and keep the speed.  I readily obliged, sliding them over his muscular legs swiftly, before dropping them to the floor.

We knew it would be our last touch until the hotel room’s door closed.

His lips forced themselves harder against  mine, his hands moving across my body, drawing intricate designs as the excitement between us, mounted.  Finally, the point came, his hands slid down to my thighs, spreading my legs easily.  His eyes surfaced to lock with mine as his hips came foreword, watching me as I felt him enter me, a smile playing upon his lips as he watched me moan lightly to his call.  Slowly, he rocked, thrusting with long, passionate strokes as his lips engulfed mine once more.  

His pace increased, the his hips pounding into mine, forcing me into the foam of the couch as he grew more persistent.  As his muscles tightened and tensed, one could read that he had begun to climb.  With persistent strokes, he began pulling me along with him.  “Megan…”  He panted…crushing his lips to mine.

“Yes Jared?”  I cupped his face in my hands, holding him close as his hips applied shattering force to mine, plunging me downwards with every new connection.

“You’re beautiful…so beautiful…”  He forced out among raging breaths, crushing his lips to mine, forcing my head back against the arm rest. I moaned into his mouth as he drove me higher with him, his hips pushing faster, harder.  My arms latched around his shoulders, clinging to him in my rising ecstasy.  

“Jared…”  I moaned against him, my hips pressing back against him, grinding with bone crushing force.

“Megan…”  

“Jared…”

“Megan!”  our voices raised as we were forced higher, the raging of hips becoming unbearable.

“JARED!”

“JESUS CHRIST MEGAN!  I’M COMING!”  He yelled.  I turned my head from the bottom of the stairs, our bags at my feet.  I had no clue what he was doing, but it was making me anxious.  He appeared at the top of the stairs, his face scrunched in mock anger, his footfalls heavy as he crashed downwards, displaying such irritation.

“We gotta go”  I whined.  He looked to his left wrist, rolling his eyes.

“We have two hours…we aren’t gonna miss anything, its late at night, no lines, we’re fine.”  He said rationally.  I grumbled at his logic, as the time of departure came closer, the minutes turned to hours, the hours, to days, weeks even.  

“I’m just anxious…”  I said lowly, looking at my feet.  He softened almost instantly, smiling as he pulled me up beside him.

“I don’t want to spend more time there than I have to…”  He said quietly as he embraced me.  “The second we leave my car, we can’t be a couple.”  He said softly, kissing my forehead lightly.  He had a point, a very, painful point.  I whined lightly, showing my displeasure, making him laugh softly.  “Conversely, as soon as we get there, we have a hotel room, all to ourselves.”  His expression screamed innuendo, forcing me to look at him with interest.  He laughed at my sudden change of mood, rubbing his hand along my spine lightly as he pulled away.  “Come on, lets get the car loaded and get out of here.”  He said gently, stooping to grab his duffel bag, while I grabbed my own bag.  

He paused at the door, as if expecting Judas and Lucifer to come running, for a moment, forgetting they were kenneled.  Shaking his head, he set the alarm, before opening the door, allowing us to swiftly exit into the navy tinted night.  He shut the door lightly behind us, locking both the standard and the dead bolt, for extra measure.

“You ready for the vacation of your lifetime?”  He asked as we entered the Denali, his arm curling around the steering wheel as he injected the key into the ignition.

“You said that before I came here.”  I said pointedly.  He grinned boyishly, looking at me.

“This is your home now…”  He said softly, following his head lights as he pulled from the curb.  

“In that case.  I’ve never been more ready in my life.”   He smiled faintly, looking slightly distant for just a moment as he followed the road, following the yellow lines with conviction.  His voice was soft, delicate as he spoke.

“Neither have I.”