you are my only vice. [jonas]

[marilyn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #bd003e 8px solid; border-bottom: #bd003e 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] just dont let me go they were on the beach. they were laughing, smiling. looking into each other's eyes. there was a blanket on the sand, and the picnic basket sitting in the center, the lunch marilyn had made was half eaten and resting on the blanket. two body marks on the blanket, yet there were no bodies. the bodies were in front of the blanket, resting in the sand, holding each other. these kids. they were happy. marilyn had been in his arms and they were staring out into the oceans. their eyes scanning the sky line, and the birds over head calling out their love songs. this was when everything was so simple. when everything was so lovely. they had finished packing up the blanket in the car, closing the trunk and being pushed into the metal, with kisses being planted onto her lips by this boy. this boy who completely made her who she was. was. she screamed at her mother. her mother screamed back. becoming a regular cycle. "mom! just leave me alone!" her mother just sat there with tears streaming down her face. "mare... i haven't seen you this upset, this hurt... what happened!?"

[/i] yes her mother just wanted to know, but marilyn couldn't. she couldn't tell her what was happening. it was christmas break after her first year of college. the man who had taken her after jonas, who was forcing her to be with him, who was keeping her from the world and yet making her know it was all her fault she was unhappy, and all her fault she was so terrible in the relationship. marilyn hadn't told her mother about this man, about how she was being abused, and how she was in agonizing pain from not being with jonas. she couldn't tell her the pain she was in.

marilyn barely even realized that she was in so much pain, until she came home, and jonas wasn't there. when she got off the airplane after a year of this... torture, and he wasn't standing there with open arms. the pain that she had to endure walking without his arms around her. but after the next two years she got used to it.

once she got rid of that man, that terrible, terrible man, with the help of oliver she was finally living the life she wanted. after realizing that only with oliver's help she was able to get a new life, she gave everything to him. they were never a thing, but they were something meaningful. something they both knew that they did have a love for each other. they had something they had for no one else. marilyn's feelings for jonas went so far past love, that her love for oliver was not a guilt trip for her.

now marilyn was able to run london. she took over. she blew her old life away and led her new one. all the secret clubs in under ground london had marilyn nicole fakas taking hold and visiting. she made a new friend group, had her little secret lovers. had her little secret fantasies, with open balcony doors and the white washed curtains wrapping around her and her weekly secret lover in them. making her forget jonas, though laying in bed she would look at the bracelet on her wrist, or the ring on her thumb that he had bought for her. when she would open her jewelry box, and see the dozens of necklaces he bought her, and the hidden photographs of jonas and her she wouldn't forget. she couldn't anyways.

though then something broke oli and mare apart as well. probably her graduation. well, she didn't see oliver very much, but she never really complained. she hurt, and missed him, but she couldn't complain. when she finally got home, she seemed a lot happier. her mother still would talk about the times when marilyn would break down, and to this day she wouldn't tell her why she would have the breakdowns. she was still hurt and slightly trapped by all the things that happened to her.

finally she was sitting in his bed, and he was pulling her towards him. was that happening? his arm was around her, he was pulling the comforter onto them. it was the two cliche lovers laying there again. but it was so different and so not cliche. she just cried into him, not silent, not hiding it. she wrapped her arm around him and cried into his bare torso. "i know... i know." she said, sniffling. "just please forgive me. i'm begging you." she said, feeling his grip on her tighten yet it was not tight enough to hurt her. she tightened her own arm as it was snaked across his stomach. "i love you, jonas."

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[jonas]

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OUR HEARTS ARE HEAVY BURDENS WE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BEAR ALONE

life without marilyn... well, it had been tough. it was difficult to wake up in the morning knowing he wouldn't be able to see her, feel her, or hear her voice. it had been so hard because jonas didn't see it coming. he didn't have time to prepare himself for when he and marily would part ways, because he thought that was never. maybe he shouldn't have been so naive, maybe he shouldn't of been so... maybe he shouldn't of been so vulnerable to a girl like marilyn fakas. she was a wild child. she wasn't like him, conservative, soft, quiet, and gentle. she was confident, more determined than he was in a variety of places, not just her career and her school work like jonas was, she was crazy. she wanted to explore the world and be a jet setter. she wanted to make new friends and apparently, meet new boys. jonas didn't want to do any of that. he wanted to stay in connecticut, where his home was. he wanted to settle down with marilyn, get married, have a couple children, a white picket fence, and a dog. he didn't want to travel to europe and meet new people. he was content with what he already had and that was marilyn. he was content with his current friends and his current home. he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to change, he didn't to be a different person just because high school ended. he wanted to stay jonas, even if that meant staying in boring old connecticut with the same familiar faces. he should have known when they started dating that things weren't going to last, but... he didn't. he had let marilyn fakas break his heart.

that's what made the reunion, you could call it, so hard for jonas to handle. that's why jonas was so blank with his expression and seemed so cold and heartless to marilyn. he didn't know how to react, because she had hurt him. now she was crying and jonas didn't know how he was supposed to feel about that. was he supposed to apologize about that? hell, it took her four years to apologize to him for ripping his heart out of his chest and stomping on it! this wasn't his fault and there was no way that he was letting her tell him it was. of course, she wasn't really doing that. however, she was playing the role of the victim when really, she should have been playing the role of the evil villan- not that she was a villian, but the point? all of this... all of this was her fault. he knew that she had taken the blame for it once, but who knew what marilyn actually meant? jonas sure didn't.

she slinked towards him and slung her arm over his torso, tightening, it felt, with each word that came out of her mouth. i know... i know. just please forgive me. i'm begging. she sniffled. i love you. after everything that happened in the past five years, that was a statement that was hard to believe. although it sounded sincere, he wasn't so sure it was. after all, a person who loved someone didn't up and leave, especially not to europe. if she had loved him so much, then why hadn't she come back? marilyn... he started, shifting underneath her grasp. i... i love you, too... but... he said, not exactly sure where he was going with this. what else do you want me to say, mare? that i forgive? because i don't think i'm ready for that... it's true. he wasn't.

GABBY AS MARILYN,without the shoes duh, <3