GOTTA GET UP & TRY / DONOVAN

[drew]

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[donovan]

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COME HOME, HOME IS

- - - - WHERE EVER I'M WITH YOU

There was something about living in a hotel room that never quite set well with anyone. Always wondering who had stayed there before you, slept in the same bed, showered in the same tub. It was disturbing, tormenting ones self with different scenarios of everything that could have taken place there. Donovan never received a restful nights sleep, his dreams being plagued by his typical nightmares, plus his imagination running wild with thoughts of prostitutes being murdered in the bed where he slept. Sharing the room with Drew had taken some of the edge off, not having to worry about his best friend, knowing she was sleeping peacefully in the bed next to him. But, the past week had been excruciating.

Not being able to speak to someone was difficult enough, but when it's your best friend, and they are lying not even three feet away from you, that was crushing. For a week, he'd been going to sleep, and waking up without a word from the young girl. Working on set and eating dinner with her acting as if he didn't exist; Donovan was starting to wonder who was the true actor in their friendship. He was at a loss on how to repair the situation, still not exactly sure why she was avoiding him in the first place. Was this because of their drunken kiss? He could only assume, knowing that she wouldn't answer him if he even dared to ask.

He had already dismissed their intimate moment, blaming the alcohol for the mishap. He hated calling it a mistake, but, he wasn't sure what else to label it. He couldn't even bring himself to tell Tiffany of the incident. Was there anything to confess to, though? He had kissed back, sure, but, he also made sure to voice how wrong it had been to do so. It was odd for the young man to feel guilt after kissing someone, especially Drew. But, somehow, over the week he started to blame himself, knowing that she had only made the move because he had led her on the whole night. Donovan had been leading her on for years, in hopes that one day she would return his feelings. But, eventually he had given up, around the time Tiffany walked into his life. Sure, his feelings for her stayed, but, he was hopeful that he would forget them at some point.

It would be a lie that he wasn't a little upset, angry even, with Drucilla after their kiss. He had spent years with hidden feelings for her, knowing that he could never tell her. So many years wasted because of a fear of ruining their friendship, sleeping with any girl that he could to take his mind off of her, at least for one night. And all it took was one night of her getting drunk to ruin everything. It would also be a lie that he was worried about it messing things up with his girlfriend. Honestly, he could care less if his relationship took a hit because of what happened. All he worried about was where Drew and he stood, and it was obvious from their week of not talking that they weren't ok.

He had finally fallen asleep, after laying in his rented bed, staring at the ceiling. His mind was blank, though, nothing really keeping him awake, but at the same time, it was impossible for him to fall asleep. He needed his best friend back, he needed to rewind to that night and take back their kiss. He was almost to the point of saying to hell with it and confessing everything. At least then she would know, and it would be off his chest finally. Donovan couldn't remember the last time they had gone this long without speaking, because that was honestly the first time it had lasted more than a day or so. When they fought, it was typically over stupid shit, and it normally passed quickly. He was so unsure how to handle their new situation, though, that he went along with it, acting as if she didn't exist. It was easier than to try and be met with a brick wall.

Being a heavy sleeper to begin with, and the fact that his body was becoming physically exhausted from his lackluster nights, he didn't even stir as Drew got ready for the day. It wasn't until she kissed his forehead that he awoke, and even then he was in a heavy daze. "Mmm?" He moaned, rubbing his eyes as he turned over in his sheets. He wished she had waited to start speaking to him once again, but he wasn't about to complain; she was talking to him, that's all he wanted. Finally looking at her, his face said everything, albeit with a sleepy glaze. Nodding as she pointed out that the two of them needed to talk, he sat up as she moved back to her bed, his blanket falling around his waist, leaving his torso bare. Donovan had always slept that way, only in a pair of athletic shorts. It hadn't dawned on him that he might need to change that now that their friendship was different.

He waited for her to start, since she was the one that woke him up to have this conversation. The palm of his hand rubbed his eye once again, squinting at her through the other one as she spoke. As he adjusted to being awake, he remained silent, letting her say everything she needed to. It was only when she started to cry that he made any movement toward her, pushing himself out of his bed, and crouching in front of her, softly wiping the tears off of her cheek. "I'm sorry," He whispered, his arms on either side of her, bracing him against her bed. Donovan was still clueless as to what else to say, hanging his head as he tried to form the words to express himself. "I shouldn't have gone along with it," He finally confessed, looking up at her through his eyelashes. He should have cornered her as soon as she started avoiding him, he should have assured her that everything was going to be ok. Reaching up, he cupped her face in his hands, offering her a reassuring smile. "It'll be ok," It was a week late, but, better late than never. He tried to sound sure of himself, but even he wasn't positive. Where did they go now? Could they act like nothing had happened? He couldn't say yes or no, hoping that the young brunette would have all the answers. "Just tell me what I need to do."

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[drew]

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[donovan]

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The tides were changing, and while he had spent the last few years trying to avoid it, there was no stopping it now. He had no idea how to feel about it all, especially since it was something he had wanted for so long. But, it came at such an inopportune time, and he wouldn't just drop everything now that Drucilla found feelings for him. It wasn't fair to him, nor Tiffany. He sighed at the thought of his girlfriend, the girlfriend that his best friend had no idea about. It wasn't like he was trying to keep her a secret, but with filming and their hectic schedules, plus a week without speaking to one another, there hadn't been a chance for him to tell her. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, just like he had done a million times before. Donovan was doing his best to act normal, even though his mind was screaming otherwise.

When she asked him what had happened, he shrugged his shoulders, not even trying to come up with an answer. He honestly had no idea what had happened. They had been drunk, and teasing one another, they were foolish to believe something like that would never happen. But, did anyone ever think they would end up kissing their best friend? "Maybe it was a full moon," He tried to joke, offering a small piece of comfort to the both of them.

He looked away from her as she confessed her feelings, standing from his position in front of her. Running a hand through his hair, he paced the small walk-way between the two beds before sitting on his, his eyes everywhere but on Drew. "I need to tell you something," He finally admitted, looking up at her. There was several things he needed to inform her of, and he wasn't sure where to start. He didn't want to start with how he felt, knowing that it would just give her hope, and then crush her when he finally told her about Tiffany. But, he also didn't want to start with his girlfriend, for her to tune out how he's felt for the past couple of years. He was torn, and confused. Why did she now, after all of their years of friendship, want more from him?

"Do you know how long I've wanted you to say that?" Donovan wasn't sure what he was doing, he had no plan, no course of action, he was just speaking. "How long I've wanted to be more than just your best friend?" He couldn't believe after a week of not speaking, he was confessing his heart to her. Laying back on his bed, his feet still on the floor, he let out a frustrated sigh. Grabbing at his hair, he looked to the ceiling, as if all the answers were written there. "But, we can't be more." He said it more for himself than for her. Of course if they wanted to, they could have been more. Even then, if he really wanted to, he could break things off with Tiffany and act as if nothing happened. But, as much of an ass as he was, he couldn't bring himself to do so. He was happy in his relationship with the young blonde, she was the first real relationship that he was able to maintain. She wasn't just some throw away girl that lasted a week before he got bored. She was different. He was also tired of loving someone that he thought would never love him back. Even now he was still convinced that she was just confused by a drunken action, and that she would soon realize that it all meant nothing to her.

Sitting up, he rested his elbows on his knees, his chin resting in his hands. "I have a girlfriend, Drew." Finally, he voiced it aloud, watching for her reaction. It was easier to say than he thought, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Sure, he loved Drucilla, and there was no guarantee that he would ever love Tiffany, but, he could feel something there. Something he wasn't willing to give up over one drunken kiss.

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[drew]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] Why do we fall in love so easy WORDS 527 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED: DONOVAN Watching with a careful eye he rose in front of her, to his full height and she too, stood up, mirroring his actions, was he every bit as shocked as she was that she'd said that? Was he running away from her? She felt the urge to chase after him if he were to bolt. With a short pace, he's butt found the bed he'd just crawled out of, I need to tell you something." he finely bit out, stress in his voice, quivering, she couldn't help the curiosity and shame that danced within her insides, her heart was doing over time as the silence between his words carried on with what seemed like an eternity. Spit it out, she demanded of him, say whatever you have to, she pleaded, rip the damn band aid off. Finally he spoke, "Do you know how long I've wanted you to say that? How long I've wanted to be more than just your best friend?" he said. She felt hope rise in her stomach, a small smile inching its way onto her face, the first one she'd had the nerve to spit out since their lips touched. The time they'd wasted searching for someone else when they were perfect for each other from the start. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked him, her brows creasing, "We've.." she started just as he interrupted her to tell her that they couldn't be more, now. Now she sat back down, disappointment rolling through her in tides. She felt like she couldn't breathe, was this what it felt like to get the heart truly broken? Absolutely crushed. "Why?" was the only word that she could usher out. The news of a girlfriend absolutely caused her world to spin, "For how long?" she asked him quietly, as calmly as she possibly could. Of all the questions that was whirl winding, that was the first one that fell out of her mouth, probably the nicest one too. This was the beginning of the end, her whole world was falling apart, the sky was literally falling from the sky. She touched her lips, "You let me kiss you." she said her voice raising, she never spoke to him this way, tears filing her eyes, "You let me tell you I loved you." she stood back up, she felt like a yo yo, with all the ups and downs she was feeling in her chest. Pure happiness at the fullest, he wanted her to feel the way she did, and then the ping of absolute anger when things came crashing down. She shook her head sadly, turning her body away from him only for a few seconds as she cried heavily, her shoulders weeping, as she mourned not only her first love, but also the death of her longest lasting friendship. "I don't know what to do," she admitted, as she turned her head back to him. "So much has happened, how can we possibly go back to before?" she asked him, sadly, she walked over to him, sitting next to him, her body so small in comparison t his, she felt the need to hold onto him, and she let her body do as it willed, wrapping her arms around him, putting her head on his shoulder, letting him be her anchor, like he was for so many years, but this still felt different. The feelings that she had for him, growing, was plaguing every bit of things that she held close and dear. The black death swallowing up every happy moment in its large belly. She pulled away from him, taking his face in her palm of her hands, "We've wasted our whole lives." she said sadly, the tears left from her eyes, "Waiting for our soul mats and they were always right here." she said meaningfully, "I wish I could tell you I want you to be happy with whoever she is but I can't." She brought her face to his, kissing him on the cheek right next to his lips, she never felt so confident in his presence since they were kids, before the clear difference between their genders were so visible, "You should be with me." she said slowly, her eyes searching his, "we belong together." she finally said. She knew she was putting him in the place that she wouldn't want a guy she was dating to be put in, and she knew that even though Donovan had a hard time committing to any girl, this was the longest relationship he'd kept secret from her, which had to mean that it had gotten serious, he cared about her more than he'd like to admit. "I want you to be happy, but only with me." she felt selfish for even saying that, but she stood up, "I cant pretend to go back to how things were." she told him. even when its not right

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