* say you're sorry //

[chanelle]

Chanelle was usually a very sensible girl. She was intelligent and kind, but maybe a little too naïve; however, for a clever girl, she found that she had definitely been acting stupid recently…at least in regards to telling Corey that he had upset her. Obviously he had more important things to deal with and Chanelle felt incredibly selfish for sending him those text messages. Whenever Chanelle made a mistake, she felt as though it was her responsibility to apologize for it and fix the situation. So, despite the blonde’s better judgment she bought a plane ticket and flew across the country to apologize to Corey in person. She also wanted to make sure he was alright, but she wouldn’t be able to do that at all unless he forgave her first – or at least let her inside. Chanelle hadn’t even considered the possibility that he might not even open the door for her until she was already on her way to New York City.

Exhausted from the long flight, Chanelle made her way over to Corey’s home and knocked on the door, anticipating a somewhat unpleasant greeting. Just in case he didn’t even want to open the door, Chanelle had picked up a pack of cigarettes to offer to him. She remembered that he had complained about running out. Smoking was not a habit Chanelle supported; however, considering the circumstance, she wasn’t going to bother him to quit.

tag: corey / alexa !

[vincent]

life was pretty much at it's lowest for corey. not only did he have to deal with cash and his problems, he had to deal with the fact that his mom was gone. he didn't understand how someone could be fine one week and dead sick just like that. she had suffered from breast cancer for a while and cash knew that. what he didn't know was that she had decided that if it came back then she wasn't going through chemo anymore. that kind of stuff, you would think she would let someone know, her son at least. but no, corey was called out of the blue to know that his mom died. he honestly couldn't remember how he got pass the first few days - they all seemed to have ran together or something. he did know that the first and second week, he stayed in his apartment, away from everyone. all the text messages and phone calls from people were just a reminder that he wasn't okay and that his mom was really gone.

after the funeral, he decided to get online and try to have fun but it turned out to be something different. earlier chanelle had complained to him that she didn't like the fact that he and tristan had "talked" about her behind her back. first of all, they didn't they were just saying what they had already told her earlier. plus, he thought she would've understood that they really didn't think that she was perve. so when she came online only to bitch some more, he somewhat lost his temper and cursed her out. corey had a bad temper to begin with, so when something petty like that came along - with all the stuff that happened he just snapped. hearing the knock at the door, he went over to it and looked out the window - only to see the one person he didn't want to see. with an exhale of frustration, he opened it and leaned against as he glared at her. "what"

[chanelle]

Shoot. Chanelle really hadn't thought this through well. Now with Corey giving her a glare that could only be defined as threatening, Chanelle wasn't sure what to say. He definitely didn't look like he was doing very well, but Chanelle was absolutely certain that stating something along those lines would leave her with nothing more than a door slammed in her face. "I..umm, I came to apologize," she answered quietly. It was pretty much the truth. She did come to see if he was alright, but she didn't have any plans to treat him like he was a baby; all motherly instincts were going to be turned off for this visit. If anything, she would try to keep the boy's mind off of everything that had been going on. "I bought these for you," she stated, holding the pack of cigarettes out to him.

For some reason Corey was making her feel extremely nervous. It probably had something to do with the gamma rays of hate shooting out of his eyes. Chanelle had never felt so uncomfortable around him before, but she knew he was acting like this out of only fault of her own. "Can I come in?" It didn't feel right to just stand outside Corey's door and apologize; hopefully he would let her inside and she could just tell him how sorry she was. Chanelle hated how badly she had messed things up. Obviously it’s stupid to annoy someone about small things when something much more significant is going on. Well, it’s probably just stupid to bother someone about small things regardless of whatever else may or may not be happening. Chanelle hoped that Corey would let her in, listen to her apology (hopefully accept it) and then they could just hang out. She didn’t care what they did. The rather straightedge girl had even decided that if Corey just wanted to sit and drink she might as well just join in. It was probably better to drink the first time with a friend rather than at her twenty first birthday party.

[vincent]

he never really thought anyone would come by his house to see if he was okay. though, he did tell people to not come by - so that explained a lot. he glared down at her as she stood there and tripped over her own words. oh, so she came to apologize to him. he continued to stare at her blankly as he spoke, "okay", he added a shrug for emphasis. he stood there in a pair of basketball shorts and socks. when you weren't seeing people - it didn't matter if you were dressed to impress or not. he glanced around at the scenery behind and around chanelle. first time in a few days that he had actually seen the outside and smelled the somewhat fresh/polluted air. he glanced back down at the cigarettes and grabbed them from her hand.

he pulled one out of the carton, as well as his lighter from his pocket and lit one. while still staring at her, he inhaled the nicotine and blew it out into the air. when she asked to come in, he exhaled deeply and nodded towards the inside of his house. when she was inside, he closed the door behind her before making his way over to his couch. on his way over, he flipped the light switch to bring some light into the room. he plopped down on one of the couches and continued to smoke on the cigarette as he looked over at chanelle. "so.." he mumbled.

[chanelle]

As Corey allowed Chanelle inside, she released a breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding. At least he was giving her a chance to let him know how badly she felt for how she had been acting. Chanelle quietly followed Corey over to his couch, being careful not to inhale much of the cigarette smoke trailing behind him. For a moment she hesitated, wondering if she should sit next to him or apologize first. She decided just to take the seat on the cushion beside him. Chanelle situated herself comfortably, hugging her legs to her chest as she tried to think of what to say. "You were right," she started, looking Corey in the eye. "I was acting out of line and immature," she continued, knowing that she had to recognize that her actions hadn't been appropriate.

Chanelle shifted her position, tucking her legs underneath her and pushing a loose strand of hair out of her face. "How can I make it up to you?" she asked sincerely, her blue eyes wide. Chanelle thought of Corey as a somewhat pseudo brother of sorts...but related by blood or not, she didn't like seeing him upset, especially knowing that she had just frustrated him more. She was really willing to do just about anything to fix what she had messed up. Corey wasn't a bad guy and Chanelle felt bad that he seemed to be going through his mother's death by himself. No one should have to deal with something like that alone. But he said he didn't want anyone around. Chanelle felt guilty that she hadn't come to see him until now; would she have even come at all if she hadn't upset him? Chanelle wondered if Corey had seen anyone else yet.

[vincent]

was corey acting mature at this point? no. but at this point, he was in a grieving mode and the only person he could focus on was himself. screw everyone else and their problems, he had his own and he was pretty damn sure that it was way more important. at heart, corey was vain and an asshole and he only truly ever cared about himself...as well as his mom and his brothers, johnny and cash. HA. JOHNNY CASH. he inhaled deeply on the cigarette, his blue ords focusing on the bright orange flame at the tip as they sat in awkward silence. wasn't she here to apologize or did she just want to weed her way into his house so she could check on him.

when she finally spoke, he still just sat there and stared at her blankly. it wasn't even that she wasacting immature, it was just the simple fact that she thought that he and tristan were trying to sabotage her life or something. it was a joke. when you hung out with corey you had to be prepared for anything. sure he would say things that made you question their friendship but if he was your friend, then you had one for life. he had a different kind of love when it came to friends than when he would for family. he'd die for his blood but he would try and do his best for his friends. "there's nothing you can do to make it up, the past is the past." he said, leaning forward to put the cigarette out. "just...try not to be so serious." he added, giving her a small smile.

[chanelle]

“There’s nothing you can do to make it up, the past is in the past.” Chanelle didn’t really know how to respond. Did that mean he wasn’t going to forgive her? She couldn’t really blame him if that were the case…but as arrogant as Corey could be, she never thought he would be unwilling to accept an apology over something that wasn’t too big of a deal. “Just…try not to be so serious.” Was that a smile? “I can do that,” she promised, offering Corey a small smile as well. Truthfully, Chanelle had a hard time lightening up about a lot of things. Maybe she was just paranoid, but she had pretty much lived a very sheltered life. Even when people were kidding around she didn’t always find the jokes funny. She just didn’t understand them sometimes. But Chanelle was aware that her upbringing was different from most, and that she definitely needed to learn how to be less serious, as Corey had put it, in order for people to stop calling her a saint.

Now what? Chanelle didn’t really know what to do. She was only in New York until Monday morning when she would have to fly back to LA. By the time she adjusted to the time change she would be heading back to the west coast. Not a very long or exciting trip, but Chanelle was happy she had come. Judging by the way Corey was currently dressed the blonde concluded that Corey probably didn’t have any plans for the rest of the night…unless he enjoyed going out shirtless? “Do you want to do something? Order dinner, play video games, watch a movie...?” she suggested – anything to get his mind off of his mother’s death would do. Chanelle had never really had to comfort someone for something so significant before – from what she could tell from Corey, he probably didn’t want to talk about it with her at all.