ONE LITTLE PROMISE / MALO

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JAR OF HEARTS

Malo threw a stress ball from the palm of his hand and waited until it fell back into its original position. He had driven out to see the Hollywood sign in solitude. To replace his original favorite spot that sat in Hawaii, he had resorted to searching everywhere for the perfect place to reflect upon his life. Uneducated and known for the fact, Malo usually didn't think too deeply about life. His life wasn't too dramatic as of now; he had a girlfriend who loved him as much as he loved her, his family was safe and sound, and his friends were as kind as ever. He was a lucky kid with tons of blessing. All he had left to do in this period of his life was to keep on climbing and maturing as a person. Many people who knew Malo didn't see him as a full-fledged man. His maturity level was at that of an eighteen-year-old's, not a twenty-three-year-old. He felt like his sister was ten times more mature than Malo, but she was fourteen months older than he.

The only responsibilities Malo felt like he had to confront involved his career. He felt like he was in a fragile place with his recent projects. He didn't want to fall out of the modeling industry, but he had to focus on the acting aspect of it all. Whenever he spoke to Hailie Colbert, a good friend of his, it eased some of his worries. Lissa's soothing words always encouraged him as well, but he felt like it was unjust to talk to her about all of his emotional issues. It was immature, but he felt like he was wronging her by telling her that he didn't want them to have sex. Hearing her talk about some Hayden guy made him a bit jealous, wondering if she would get what she wanted from someone else. Malo was an unwise, impulsive person. He was shocked that he hadn't changed his mind out of utter jealousy. How he had even maintained a girlfriend escaped the guy.

He whistled "I Kissed a Girl" by Katy Perry until he reached the massive sign that overlooked the city of broken dreams. Hollywood was, in fact, unlike any other place in the world. Malo loved the acting industry, but these places made him feel guilty, like there was something terribly wrong there. As he began his reflective process, he heard the sound of crying. At first, he figured it was his silly imagination, but when he turned, he saw a girl sitting a few yards from him. Malo cleared his throat, unsure of what to do. When he looked closer, though, he saw that it was Drew Halsey. He and Drew knew each other through Donovan and had shared a few conversations, but Malo felt like he was in an odd position. He couldn't just stand there, though. Seeing a pretty face like that in such a state broke his vulnerable heart. "Drew, right?" he asked softly, approaching her cautiously. He touched her shoulder when he finally reached her. "Are you alright, hon?"

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JAR OF HEARTS

The girl was crying her eyes out, and Malo felt like an idiot for walking over. Then again, how would he have known that she was going through something worth spending tears over? He hated watching people cry. He had seen enough tears in his life. Malo didn’t cry much; even when his mother died, he had been the kid who distracted himself so he didn’t have to face it. Keani had been the responsible one, yes, but she had given her fair share of tears. When Malo saw any girl crying, that rushed back to him, and the guilt he felt came rushing back. Instead of sticking around, he was the kid who ran away from tragedy instead of facing it. At this point, ten years later, he was in a good relationship with his mother’s death. Scars never fully healed, but they could stop hurting. Maybe Drew just needed a band-aid.

”I’m, uh, just looking for a spot or whatever,” he said, waving his hand and rubbing the other on the back of his tan neck. ”Look, you don’t look so good,” he pointed out. To Malo, it was news. To any onlooker, that was obvious. Drew was freaking out over something that Malo knew nothing about, so how was he supposed to comfort her? He made his presence available to her, though, by making sure she knew that he wasn’t going to walk away. When she finally admitted her weakness, he smiled lightly at her. ”Did something happen?” he asked her curiously. He got down on her level, the smile fading as he watched her expression change from falsely happy to sincerely devastated. He didn’t know which looked better – Drew was beautiful either way, but the fact that she was being real was probably for the best.

”I’m sure you’re overthinking things,” Malo nodded generically. He had no idea what the issue was, and he had no other words to say with the little information he had. He and Drew weren’t close or anything, but he wouldn’t mind that. The more friends he had in his life, the better. ”You can cry. Or not.” He wanted her to be comfortable in front of him, but he didn’t want her to think that he liked to see her cry. In fact, it was making him a little bit uncomfortable. He folded his arms and hung them in front of his knees as he sat. The heat wasn’t overwhelming, which made him feel better for Drew’s sake. She wasn’t in complete discomfort. The make-up, however, was all over her face, which probably didn’t make her feel so high on self-esteem.

Though Malo was experienced with casual relationships, he had no idea how to deal with a real one, which was to blame for his and Lissa’s numerous speed bumps. Now that the two had decided to refrain from the one physical act that had caused issues between them, they were always high-strung. It wasn’t the fact that Malo wasn’t getting it from her, but it just felt like they weren’t as close as they used to be. It saddened him, but not to the point of tears.

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JAR OF HEARTS

Malo was unintelligent without a formal education, but in no way was he untrustworthy. He certainly was oblivious, though, and the only way a secret woulds slip was if he accidentally spoke of the matter. He knew that the only person who would ever know might be Lissa, but it seemed unlikely unless she were to ask. He felt for Drew, though, and the thought of outing her secret escape seemed inhumane. he frowned as she admitted to the fact that she wasn't alright at all. She couldn't hide; there was nowhere to run to at this point with those tears making a waterfall on her olive-toned cheeks. He watched her for a moment until she spoke. "It's Donovan," she explained. He nodded as if he had any idea of the relationship. Malo had no idea about much, though, other than what her friends were going through. Drew wasn't exactly a confidant or vice versa, so hearing her explanation interested him. He leaned in, intent on understanding her tears and finding a way to comfort her. He would have stuck a pair of chopsticks into his nose or made her laugh in some way, but he seemed to be crippled by her emotions.

"Something terrible?" Malo questioned, obviously confused. Kisses were nice! Malo liked kisses. In fact, kisses were all Malo really had left anymore. He didn't get the more intense things in a relationship. It was a sadness, but it was a sadness he had chosen. Being in a relationship was far more complex than kisses and hugs. Whatever was going on with Drew had more to do with Donovan than a kiss. Didn't Donovan have a girlfriend? Now that Malo considered it, Drew was probably upset for a good reason. "I think he loves me." The words made him widen his almond eyes. Love? A kiss didn't always equate to love, but the emotions were there, and two people didn't kiss unless there was something between them. He began to ponder about that. "Isn't he dating some girl?" he spluttered. He was only curious.

Malo wrapped his arm around her as she cried with most nearly inaudible words. He patted her, attempting to console her from evident heartbreak. "I'm sure he means well. He's probably confused," he nodded, reciting the words from a comfort textbook. "I know we don't know each other, but I mean, you and Donovan have been really close and all..." Maybe it was sort of awkward that Malo was being so comforting. He considered the matter for a moment before letting it pass his flitting mind. "Now that I think about it, you two would be a pretty good couple," he thought out loud. He smiled at her. "You both have dark hair and stuff. And... I think it's cute that you're his agent." At this point, Malo was just rambling to fill in the sound of her sobbing. He hated it when people cried. He didn't hate people who cried, but he didn't have good ways of making them feel better.

"I'm such a mess," she attempted. He frowned at her for a second before coming up with a brilliant plan. "Don't you worry," he started, singing Bob Marley lyrics, "About a thing... 'Cause every little thing... is gonna be okay," he swayed, laughing a bit. He poked her belly. "Cheer up, cherub!" he exclaimed.

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