Amelia pulled on a white see through tank and a pair of light denim daisy dukes before heading toward the door. She held it open for both of the girls then followed ensuit as they walked to the beach resturant. Amelia was starving for some fresh seafood. The smell of the ocean was welcoming as they stepped out from the condo's main entrance. The white sand beaches reflected the sunlight and made the sand almost shimmer in the light. The beaches were pretty crowded, but it was spring break.

Once at the resturant Amelia took a seat at the bar where there were three seats available for them all to sit together. The waiter handed each one a menu filled with more seafood than imaginable. "The waiter is pretty cute. Hey, Lila if you get him as a contact maybe he will bring you fresh seafood back to college," Amelia said with a giggled playful wink toward her friends.

This was the life- freedom, no stress, in a new place where no one knew your name or your past. Amelia ordered a margarita and a shrimp cocktail, then handed the waiter her menu. While she was waiting for their orders she looked around to check out any potential males. Amelia was very specific about who she dated. He had to be more than just muscles and a pretty face. She needed someone with a sense of humor, and someone she was comfortable with.

Hunter grabbed a video camera, He figured why not? He ran over to the front of the room. "Alright! Lets do this!" He turned on the camera and faced it to himself. "Hello people of the internet, if you are seeing this it means I either A) survived the night, or B) They pulled my body out of the ocean, either way, intense night." He turned the Camera to the others. "You guys ready for this?"

Hunter walked out into the hallway with everyone and went for the Elevator. "Okay so, if someone does come home with someone do me a big favor, Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He held the camera with one hand and attempted to take a sip of the Champagne with the other, only his other hand was empty. "...what the hell?" As he looked into his empty hand. "Well there will be drinks there!" He waited in front of the Elevator door for a moment before hearing the ding from the Actual elevator. He was standing in front of a vending machine.

He got into the elevator with the others. "So... If I do get totally wasted... Make sure I don't do anything stupid again. I don't want another incident like at the shooting range." he paused for a moment. "Tony never did really forgive me for filling his truck with buckshot..." He snapped back to his senses. "So what shall we do after tonight guys?"

Grant winked at the camera. "Question is, is this ready for me." He paused. "Okay, that doesn't really make sense."
"Don't do anything you wouldn't do? Great, so nothing smart." He teased Hunter, laughing at him as he moved to the real elevator. "Seriously, lay off the drink before you pass out on the floor. I'll be forced to leave you wherever that happens," he joked, leaning against the elevator wall and pressing the ground floor button. "I'm guessing tomorrow morning is for getting over the killer hangovers we're going to have, eh? I vote we see exactly everything this condo has to offer tomorrow."

The elevator dinged and the door opened onto the ground floor. Grant refrained from giving another low whistle; the place really was impressive. They walked outside, and he blinked. "Damn. That's bright. So there's a bunch of restaurants, are we just headi for the closest?" He asked.

Adelisa grinned at the waiter and ordered straight vodka and two shots of tequila. Handing the menu to the waiter, she flipped her hair and wink at him. Might as well make the waiter uncomfortable while we wait! He grinned flirtatiously at her and she said "my friends and I are looking for a guitar shop around here. Do you know where one is?" He nodded and told her the directions before moving onto Delilah.

She looked at Amelia and shook her head. "If anything, he should bring us back some alcohol. That would be fantastic." She looked around and saw an extremely cute guy with tattoos. He looked over at her and smiled and Adelisa bit her bottom lip. It was a nervous habit that only Grant knew about, but she saw the look in his eyes go from flirtatious to lustful as he looked at her lips. Adelisa smirked slightly and winked at him before turning in her seat.

Delilah made her way to the restaurant with her friends, her happiness and excitement growing as she saw all the possibilities. She was single, free from any compromises and free to do whatever she pleased. Once at the restaurant, she took a seat alongside Amelia, and the only one at the bar in which the entrance was completely visible. It was somewhat of a pet peeve of hers: she never sat with her back to a door or with a clear view of the whole room she was in. Not being able to see who came in or out or what happened around her made Delilah nervous.

The waiter handed them their menus, and after a quick scan Lila was sad to see that most of the food was seafood. "Ugh, this is all seafood," she groaned, deciding to look more carefully. She let out a happy shriek when she found they served three of her favorites. She gave menu back to the waiter with a beaming smile. "I'll be having a Mango Martini, some mozzarella sticks and a bacon burger with Swiss cheese."

The waiter left to get Milli's and Lila's drinks. "The waiter is pretty cute. Hey, Lila if you get him as a contact maybe he will bring you fresh seafood back to college," Amelia said with a giggled playful wink toward her friends.

"Forget seafood! Gimme some burgers and sirloin steak and my heart is yours," Delilah said with a laugh, then gave the waiter a quick once-through. "He's definitely cute, but not my type. How about you have him, Dela?"

Just then, the waiter came back with Lila's and Milli's drinks. He gave Milli hers, and before he could get to Delilah, Adelisa grinned at him and ordered straight vodka and two shots of tequila. Handing the menu to the waiter, she flipped her hair and wink at him. Lila watched with an amused smile as He grinned flirtatiously at Dela. "My friends and I are looking for a guitar shop around here. Do you know where one is?" Dela asked him. He nodded and told her the directions before moving onto Delilah to give her the martini.

Dela looked at Amelia and shook her head. "If anything, he should bring us back some alcohol. That would be fantastic."

Delilah looked around, and crossed eyes with a handsome, olive-skinned man around her age who had been chatting eagerly with a group of male friends. His features appeared to be foreign, which only added to his charm. He gave Delilah a breathtaking smile, to which she replied to with a wink and an air kiss before turning back to her friends.

When the girls were almost finished with their drinks, the waiter brought them new ones. Delilah looked at him with a questioning expression. "Excuse me, there must be a mistake. We didn't order these."

The waiter smiled at Delilah. "Actually, miss, it was him over there who sends his compliments," he said, pointing at the very guy who had smiled at Delilah. She gave him an irresistible smile, and raised her new glass at him in a sign of thanks. "Well, girls, looks like I already have someone to spend the night with." she told her friends.

Jareth noticed when the camera came out, and with his enjoyment of being center-stage he rushed up behind Grant and Hunter and wedged himself between the two of them so that all three were in focus of the camera. Jar put his arms around both of their shoulders and said "SPRING BREAK!!! This is supposed to be the time of our lives, let's live up to it!" before making the sign of the horns () with both of his hands and sticking out his tongue, KISS style. He then wiggled his way free. "Now let's start actually living it, you can bring the camera along if you want, but I'm starving."

After the other guys gave hungry noises of agreement, the trio gathered themselves and headed for the elevator. It was easy to see that the place was impressive to all of them, even the soon-to-be lawyer hadn't grow up with such luxurious surroundings, not even close, which made the experience all the more surreal and thrilling. But outside, man, it was even better outside. The sounds of crashing waves greeted them and the sea breeze tickled at their nostrils. "Man, I was pretty sure that I was destined for hell, but I think we somehow got ourselves into heaven, boys." Jareth said just as a small group of giggling girls walked past them on the beach, a couple wearing bikini's so tiny, he thought that he might have seen a nip-slip "Look, there are angels and everything!" he said with a grin.

Grant mentioned heading to the closest restaurant. "Yes, the closer the better!" Jar chimed in and just as they rounded the corner a beach restaurant came into view. It was like one of those beachy huts that you see in the catalogues with no glass windows, just an all around lightly screened in area to keep the bugs off of your food but the salty sea air still in your nose. With their goal in sight, the boys roudily made their way to the door, laughing and smiling like they were on top of the world.

Delilah had just turned around when she heard a familiar rowdy laugh. Her smile was wiped out of her face, and her blood turned to ice. Oh, God no... she prayed, afraid to look behind her. Please let me be imagining things. I can't have this much bad luck... Mustering up all her courage, Delilah turned around.

Her jaw dropped, and without warning she stood up from her chair, hands balled into fists. There, a few feet inside the restaurant and directly in view, was the very person she had wanted to forget with this trip. She had to admit that he was looking absolutely gorgeous with his black board shorts, weathered Nine Inch Nails tank, killer smile and that hair she'd loved to run her fingers through. It only made her heart ache more, like putting salt over a fresh wound.

What were the odds of finding themselves in the same place for Spring Break? Apparently, the ones that were completely against her favor.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?" she shrieked, her beautiful face hardened with anger. At the moment, her vision blurred and blood pounded in her ears, Lila's only focus being her ex-boyfriend. She pointed a finger at Jareth's face. "This is called stalking, Jareth Wells. I'm putting a restraining order on you, you creep! You always have to ruin everything!"

Her brown eyes suddenly filled with tears, which Lila quickly blinked back. She'd never let him, or anyone besides her best friends, see her cry. It was surprising to even herself that she'd burst out with an overreaction like this. When he'd broken the news to her and in the few times she'd been in Jareth's presence after the break-up, Delilah had been completely cool and collected, keeping up the image that she wasn't really bothered about what had happened. But she wasn't the type of girl that forgave and forget, and she'd never forgive Jar from leaving her and breaking her heart in the process.

She turned to the waiter, finding her wallet inside her bag and giving him $30. "Please, make my order to-go as fast as you can. And keep the change as a tip." The young man nodded nervously, and gave her the order in what seemed like the longest five minutes of her life. She was aware of everybody's eyes on her, but she was past caring at this point. All she wanted was to get out of this place as fast as she could.

Giving Jareth her biggest look of loathing and holding the martini in her hand, Delilah walked over to him and threw the contents of the glass in his face. "Now you can complain about me being a bitch. I hate you." she hissed at him. She walked back to the bar, set the empty martini glass on the counter, picked up her bag and order and stormed out of the restaurant. She walked the short way from the restaurant to the condos, put her order in the kitchen counter and went straight to her room, slamming the door in the process.

She grabbed her cellphone from her bag and called the front desk. "Can I please get a Nutella milkshake with a shot of Bailey's delivered to Room 723 please? Thank you." It was only after she'd hung up that she put her head in the pillow and started to sob.

He knew that voice. His face paled, making his black clothing looked darker and his skin a more ghastly white. Only one woman in his life could reach that decibel level that quickly. Delilah's rage and insults came fast and loud and he was just about as likely to dodge them as he could a bullet. All eyes were on him, it was like their little couple's dispute was the latest episode of reality TV or some shit. Great, not only was his ex blemishing his heavenly Spring Break vacation, she had probably just completely ruined the chances of him getting lucky tonight. He had to try to recover, somehow, if that was even possible...

"Woah, Bombs, I thought we were cool?" his old pet name for her slid off his tongue as easy as the word 'the' or 'I', it was like second nature. He backed up half a step, bumping into Grant in the process. "Stalking you? No way, this was their idea, I only agreed to the place at the promise of an open bar." he tried to smooth over the awkwardness with a smile and a shrug. Without his conscious effort, his eyes briefly scanned her body and the way her jean shorts highlighted her legs that went on for days. Beneath a flyaway gray sweater she wore a bikini that hardly contained her and accented her luscious curves in all the best ways -- a stirring in his loins shocked him back into reality. Woah, noooo, him and her? They were trouble together, it was over and it would remain so. He wasn't sure if it was the residual rage, or if she had noticed his lingering, dumbfounded stare, but the next thing he knew, he had martini clinging to his hair and dripping down his face.

And just like that, she was gone in a flash; leaving him wide-eyed, soaking wet, and standing in front of a large audience of judgemental, drama-hungry eyes. He offered up another awkward smile and lifted his hands open in a defensive position "Okayyyy, I think I need a drink now." he said with a laugh.

Amelia turned her head just as she heard Jareth'a name roll of Lila's tongue. Her eyes widened at the sight of not only Jareth, but Grant and Hunter also. The three men the trio of girls planned this trip to get over. Amelia stood to go try to usher Lila away from Jareth, before the girl in rage clawed her ex blind, but just as she went to reach for Lila's hand the martini contents flew into Jareth's hair and over his face. Amelia covered her mouth in shock, and stood there stunned as Lila stormed off. She had never seen Lila get this upset, especially over some ex. Boys were always easy for Lila to find- she was drop dead gorgeous. So what had her hung on Jareth? Because it was very clear that the tension in the former relationship was not over.

The way Jareth handled it made Amelia want to throw her drink on him too, but she wasn't wasting her liquor. Her called her 'bombs' and the way his eyes scavenged her body like a blood-thirst wolf made Amelia's nostrils flair in anger. Amelia forgot about her food and downed half her drink in two swallowed before placing a hand on Dela's thigh and whispering to her- "I'll go take care of her. We will meet you on the beach, okay? Just meet us at the lounge chairs. Don't talk to them, Dela. Don't stoop to their level," She kissed Dela's cheek and ran past all the guys. For the first time since their split she glanced to Hunter. Her heart ached with the memories of a relationship full of shared laughs and adventurous fun. But with a half-hearted smile she kept jogging back to the room. Once she arrived she knocked on Lila's door, "Love dove, can I come in, please?"" She said softly against the wooden painted door of the bedroom.

Adelisa's face paled much more than she could've hoped for. As Amelia left, her eyes widened and she was alone. With all three exes. The server arrived with her drinks and she looked down. Yeah, she was a hard liquor kind of girl and she definitely needed it now. She downed the two shots with ease and sipped on her vodka. She looked over at the three men that destroyed her and her friends. It was difficult looking at them, it really was.

She sighed and said to herself "so they leave me with them and I'm expected not to talk to them… great." She looked over at Jareth and sighed. She was going to be the bigger person, as they were all friends once, and grabbed some napkins. Standing up, she walked over to him and handed him a thing of napkins. She didn't speak, but she knew he was also on vacation and she didn't want anyone to have a sucky vacation.

She said "we may be enemies, but everyone deserves to have fun on vacation. Just… stay away from Delilah. Oh, and I want my guitar back. She gave it to you and I want it back at some point." She glanced at the three before rolling her glazed over eyes and walking back to her seat. She sipped her vodka and smiled at the girl that walked over to her. The girl was in a string bikini and said in a high-pitched voice "Oh Em Gee! My boyfriend loves that band! Where did you get that shirt?"

She shook her head and removed the shirt, exposing her bikini clad body to the world, and handed the shirt to the girl. "Here, take it. I have more shirts from them anyway." The girl grinned and said her thank you-s before walking away, leaving Adelisa back to her vodka.

Grant stared in disbelief as Delilah drenched Jareth with her martini. The two of them had never been exactly close- actually, none of Addie's friends had ever liked him all that much, less so after the breakup- but he'd never seen her that upset before. Amelia, Hunter's ex, left soon after she did, but not before giving Hunter a look that he wasn't sure how to describe. But inevitably, Grant's eyes drifted to Adelisa, who was... stripping? He watched her hand her shirt to some girl who walled away, and took a deep breath, resisting the urge to run back to the condo and get her something to wear. He didn't like the way some of the other guys at the restaurant had started to look at her.

He looked at his soaked friend. "Yeah, I think you do need a drink," he decided, walking over to the bar and ordering a shot of whiskey for the two of them- he didn't want Hunter getting any more inebriated, and he didn't look like he wanted to either. All the guys looked mostly stunned, unsure what to act now that their exes were here. He downed his shot in one go and turned to them. "I've got to talk to Adelisa," he said quickly and quietly, before moving to occupy the bar seat that had been Amelia's. "Can I count on you to not throw your drink at me?" He asked with a weak smile, looking at her. Jeez, seeing her was like a punch to the gut, especially with the upset look on her face. Friends, friends, that's what we are, he reminded himself. He could not touch her at all, not to comfort her of for anything else.

Drinks, Girls, games, and Over priced hotel rooms, that is all Hunter was expecting from this vacation. Then he heard it. 'What the fuck are you doing here?" Delilah, Though she was not alone. Both Adelisa and Amelia were there with her.

Hunter turned the video camera several times trying to get the full picture of hat was going on. "...Awkward..." Before he knew it there was shouting on restraining orders, Alcohol in the air, alcohol on Jareth, and Delilah and Amelia leaving. Both Grant and Jareth went for drinks, Hunter knew he had enough, Plus he figured it was best to keep a level head tonight. If things went too bad he'd have a drink later.

he went up to Jareth and Grant. "Um guys... I'ma go... Check something out... If I am not back in the hotel room tonight don't worry. If I am not back by lunch tomorrow, feel free to worry then." Hunter walked off to go after Delilah and Amelia. On his way he decided to shut off the camera, maybe not the best idea to have that playing well this all played out.

It didn't take long to find the two, he considered trying to get into the security office, but he found Amelia and Delilah pretty fast. Right outside there door... Where they going to break in for payback?! Hunter started running to the door, then he realized... they weren't trying to get into his room... They were going for another room, the one across the damn hall.

He walked up to Amelia. "So what are the chances huh? The Six of us go on a vacation to avoid each other, but not only do we do the same kind of vacation, we get the same hotel and rooms right across from each other." He knew they had broken up, but he hated to see people miserable. "Look, I know we may not have gotten off on the best of feet, and I know I am a little bit wasted, But I saw how Delilah was." He stopped for a moment. "I don't know how bad her and Jareth's break up was, but that is not what we should be worried about right now." He took a deep breath, he sucked with words. "Point is, How can I help?"

Amelia was standing at the door waiting for Lila to let her in when Hunter's voice startled her. She turned to face him and smiled softly, Hunter was always the caring kind even when he was intoxicated. She looked back to the closed door when he asked how could he help. She honestly had no clue. If Hunter was standing here when Lila went to open the door she might rip his eyeballs out.

"Thank you for wanting to help, Hunter, but Lila is not going to be one to want to talk to her ex's friend. Their break-up was pretty heart breaking, Lila never really got over it as you can tell. If you could just, you know, keep Jareth at bay. I know he will not come after her, but I also saw the way he looked at her." Amelia crossed her arms over her chest, her strapless bikini top and hip hugging bottoms didn't do much to keep her warm. A shiver ran through her body as she rubbed her hands up and down her biceps.

Amelia looked back to the door, avoiding Hunter's eyes. "If she does come out do not tell her you guys are across the hallway from us, please. Lila has never been this broken hearted over a guy." Amelia turned to look back to him, her long light brown hair falling over her right eye. At least she could hide behind her bangs. Amelia hugged the see through tank they'll around her trim figure. This was awkward, she hoped Lila let her in soon before one of them said something they didn't mean or something to potentially hurt each other. As she was standing the sand in her shoes was uncomfortable, so Amelia bent over to take them off. Amelia had always been find of her legs. She was a fairly tall girl with a slim build and a small curve in her hips and thighs. Amelia pulled her shoes off and held them together in one hand as she knocked on the door again. "Lila, I'm here, boo. Do you want me to come in? Or do you need to be alone?" Amelia said softly against the door. She was very concerned about Lila and hated to see one of her best friends get upset.

Adelisa almost jumped out of her skin when Grant sat down next to her and she sighed. "You know I'm nothing like Delilah." She smirked solemnly. Maybe that's why we broke up in the first place she thought. She looked at Grant and said "you look good, Grant." She stood from her seat as she finished off the last of her vodka and said "but your friend over there?" -pointing at Jareth- "not so much. You should go help him get cleaned up."

She walked away. It wasn't the easiest moment, and talking to Grant didn't help her self-esteem, but she knew she had too. She swayed her hips as she left, but looked at Jareth one final time and saying "I really want that guitar back. Got it?" before smirking slightly. "Also, you've got a bit of martini… well… everywhere." With that, she left the claustrophobic restaurant and made her way to the beach.

She hadn't noticed she was crying until a tear fell on her lip. She wiped them away and sighed. How was it okay that, even though Grant and her remained friends, she still cried after he and her part ways? Oh, she knew. It was because of the reason they broke up. Only their close friends knew about their relationship. Not even their parents knew and they had been dating for a while. How could she not notice that everytime they hung out, it was somewhere no one else would notice?

She shook her head and took in a deep breath. Adelisa, calming herself down, walked over to a few lounge chairs on the beach in the line of view of the restaurant. She grinned slightly and bent down to adjust the lounge chair to her preference. As she did so, she heard someone clear their throat behind her and she jumped up and turned. It was tattoo guy from the restaurant. He was with a group of friends and she noticed one of those friends being the guy Delilah was eyeing. She grinned flirtatiously and said "well, what brings you boys over to my side of the tracks?"

Hunter agreed with Amelia there, more then likely everyone would know sooner or later. But it's nice to enjoy the somewhat peace well it last. He noticed Amelia shivering and thought to himself. "Hold on, I'll be right back." Hunter left and walked over to his room, he knew be brought some kind of jacket but he wasn't sure where he had put it, Then he remembered it was still in his car. He looked for the bin that the keys were put in but he had trouble finding that, so he tried to find his spare key, That was in the car as well. He went through his scrap bag and found an old lock pick, Wasn't perfect but it would easily work on his old car. Though breaking into a car, even if it was his own may not be the best of options.

Hunter walked back with a Blanket and the half empty bottle of Champagne. "Hello again, Thought you could use this." He held up the blanket. "And I figured Delilah could use this." He held up the champagne. Truth be told, He sucked at awkward situations, Also getting drunk when he wanted to have a good time or when he got pissed off never really helped. Those moments tended to create awkward situations.

Hunter handed the Blanket over to Amelia, he decided that he wouldn't tell anyone that it was Grants Blanket, it was unused so the only one that may care is Grant. "Figured you could use this? It's a bit cold considering the time of year." He sat down with the Champagne. He considered taking a sip, but he knew he was still a bit drunk, also he was trying to avoid more issues getting started. He set the bottle down and sighed. "I want you to know I don't remember that night at all. I had a long day, Decided to get drunk, which I decided is not the best of options for dealing with long days, and I don't remember anything after the El Comino hit the parking meter." He took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry for how things turned out... I should have paid more attention and instead, I fucked up." He waited for a moment. "I'm sorry..."

Delilah had been sobbing for less than five minutes when there was a knock in her door. Milli's sweet, concerned voice came through, asking if she could come in. Lila sat down on the bed, and wiped her tear-stained face with her hands. When she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she was almost at the verge of tears again. Her hair was disheveled, her eyeliner was smudged, and there were dark stains where the mascara had rolled down with her tears.

"Great. Now I look absolutely drop-dead." Lila muttered to herself, her bottom lip sticking out.

There was another knock at the door and Amelia's voice came through again, asking her if she could come in or if she wanted to be left alone." As much as she wanted to roll under the covers and ignore the world, Lila knew Milli didn't deserve that. She'd always been so sweet and caring to her, like the sister she never had. She should at least talk to Milli for a few minutes before going back to her room.

"I'm coming!" Lila said feebly, getting out of bed and opening the door. There stood Milli, wrapped in what seemed to be a guy's blanket. And in a seat nearby Milli was... Hunter, with a half-empty bottle of champagne next to him and a stupid video camera on his lap. It suddenly dawned on Lila that maybe he'd recorded her little scene back at the restaurant, and he'd just come back for more. It made Lila more upset.

"Yeah, Hunter, go ahead and get the best shot of me bawling my eyes out because of that idiot named Jareth!" she snarled, angrily walking past them to the kitchen island. She took out the foam container with her burger and fries from the bag and placed it on the counter. Just then, there was a knock on the suite door. Delilah opened it, to find the same doorman who'd helped her with her bags holding her milkshake. When he saw her face, he gave her a sweet smile and handed her the milkshake.

"On the house," he said, nodding at her. Delilah whispered her thanks, eyes full of tears again at his kindness. "No problem. If you need anything else, just ask for Kenneth at the front desk. That's me. I'll make sure to be here as fast as I can." He gave her one last smile before closing the door and walking away.

Delilah sobbed a little more. "Why can't Jareth be like that-" she pointed at the closed door where Kenneth had left. "With me?! Why can't he just love me!" she whined, taking a sip of her milkshake. She trudged back to the island and sat down, then turned to Milli and Hunter. "I've changed my plans. I'm going to stay in here and get as fat as I can until it's time to leave," Lila declared, taking a huge bite of her hamburger. When she and Jareth had broken up, Lila had used food as her comfort, and in a month had gained 30 pounds. She'd worked hard at the gym and keeping a healthy diet to reach the weight she was at now, but now that didn't matter. All she wanted was to stay in the room watching movies and eating junk food and sweets. "I'm not getting out of this suite until it's time to go."

Grant signed, watching Adelisa leave. The sway of her hips only stood out more in her bikini, and he shot a warning glance at the bartender, who watched her go with an appreciative look. "Don't even think about it," he growled. He ordered a double shot of vodka, sitting at the bar alone. Jareth and Hunter had headed back after Amelia and Delilah, which left him here. He didn't know where Adelisa had headed, and so sat at the bar morosely, not that he'd have followed her anyway. It looked like none of them were over their exes yet, and that was definitely a set up for some serious shit. The bartender nudged him and he looked up questioningly, then confused as he turned to where the guy was pointing. Adelisa was on the beach right in the line of the restaurant, smiling flirtatiously up at a heavily tattooed guy. Against his will, he felt his heart drop to his feet. Was that what she was into then? Looked like the breakup had been just what she needed.

Standing up, he stormed out of the restaurant and headed back to the condo, head spinning. He stopped when he saw Hunter and Amelia sitting outside the room opposite theirs. "I'm heading to the gym, let me know if you're heading out-" he said, his voice cold like it was when he was furious. It was a sign most of his friends took to mean not to mess with him. He stopped, noticing exactly what Amelia was wrapped up in. "Is that my blank- Whatever," he sighed, walking into their room and slamming the door behind him. He exited a few minutes later dressed to workout, a towel round his neck. He needed to let lose steam.

The laughter was a disguise, of course. When the audience was watching, you had to maintain a stage persona... just like at his shows; But this was a hell of a lot worse than a show. Adelisa strutted over towards him, she was a pretty little thing that didn't much like him, something about considering him a rival because their bands sometimes competed. He, however, had no issues with her, despite everyone's current feelings toward him, Jar was actually quite a nice guy, albeit a little prideful. He wondered what she possibly had to say to him, but she had only come over to hand him some napkins and mention something about him having her guitar. She must have been talking about the acoustic Delilah had given him. And then she was gone just as soon as she had come.

Jareth walked up to the bar with a sigh and glanced at the shot of whiskey Grant had ordered him before saying his thanks and downing it in one huge gulp. He closed his eyes, wishing it was something stronger, but still appreciating the burn of it down his throat. Maybe the heat could start to melt the ice building up in his soul. His brain felt like scrambled eggs as the conflict within him rose. Martini dripped from his hair and onto the bar as he drummed his fingers on it to the beat of his newest self-written and, as of yet, unperformed song. Jar wanted to get high, a habit that had gotten a bit worse since the breakup. But he didn't have anything on him, and he didn't pack much in his dufflebag. His wet tanktop clung to his torso, leaving little to the imagination. He felt like he was suffocating. Surely the walls were closing in? After a deep inhale and exhale, he looked up at his remaining friend - Hunter had run off somewhere - and said "I uhh, I gotta go."

Grant would recognize that look in his eyes, only those closest to Jar knew about his internal struggles. Jareth was the most sensitive of the trio, he was the artist, the musician, the outcast... He let himself feel things deeply only to turn them into beautiful works of art. The claustrophobic restaurant seemed to feel too hot, despite it's screened in windows, and Jareth walked out onto the beach and headed towards the water. He peeled off the soaked tank top, it did little to offer covering anyway, and he threw it down in the sand before wading and then diving into the salty water.

Jareth hadn't expected the water to be as cold as it was, and the force of it was like a punch in his lungs. He closed his eyes but all he saw was her face. They had agreed to end their relationship together, and she was totally calm in their past few meetings since the breakup. Physically, the chemistry between them could have leveled entire cities to the ground, but they were emotionally incompatible. The thought brought back a vivid memory of one of their screaming matches, they rarely grew violent, but this time the fight concluded in her shoving him against a wall. He remembered the way her face had softened and she channeled her rage into a passionate kiss. Such a fine line between love and hate, but he did love her. He still loved her, they just weren't good for each other.

When our colors mixed, we couldn't fix the way they wouldn't blend. The lyric was one of Justin Furstenfeld's, frontman of Blue October, and one of Jareth's main idols. That was a man who had issues with relationships, filing for divorce 5 times with the same woman, yeesh. But maybe that was the trick to it? Musicians led fucked up romantic lives.. because, what a better muse than heartbreak, right? No human emotions are more widely felt than love and pain, and both lead to the creation of songs that people can truly relate to. Jareth was glad to be drenched in seawater, as it would mask the fact that he was crying. The muscles in his body trembled, maybe it was just the cold, maybe it was the depression. Why did he have to feel ashamed about being upset? Who came up with the stupid idea that only women feel the pain of heartbreak? Are men not just as involved in relationships? No, he slapped the water aggressively and turned around and headed for the shore. He was going to go talk to her, he didn't know what he was going to say, but he had to say something.

After balling up his wet shirt in his hands, he strode back to his room in the condo to get his phone. Her contact was easy enough to find, she was still labeled as "Bombshell". His fingers hovered above the texting screen as he tried to find the right words to say and, deciding simple was best, he sent: "Can we talk?"

Amelia smiled softly when Huter came back with a blanket for her. It made her head momentarily spin. This was the caring Hunter she remembered, the one she cared so deeply for before the incident happened. She was glad he hadn't said anything about it yet. It was just easier to let go then to try and hold onto those feelings she still shared for him. At first she simply rolled her eyes. It was the alcohol, the alcohol caused all of this. Amelia hadn't dated many guys, she was very selective. In fact, Hunter had been her first actually relationship in over a year. Amelia hugged the blanket tighter around her just as he said the two words he had yet to say to her face since that night. He was sorry? Sorry that he got caught or that it happened or that it completely broke her heart?

Amelia looked down to where he sat then averted her eyes. It was now or never to say what was on her mind. "You have no clue how much I cared for you, Hunter. I may not have openly expressed it every moment of every day like some girls, but I fell hard for you. That night I was waiting for you to get off work. I had rented all the old scary movies in black and white that we use to laugh at, and picked up sushi. I waited for you. I waited by my phone for you to return my 1,000 calls. I never heard from you. Not even the next day did you call me back. You will never understand how that felt. And I apologize Hunter, but until you know just how deeply that hurt I can't forgive you," Amelia ended her spill just as Lila opened the door.

Amelia walked behind her and stopped to stand in the kitchen as the ball hop have Lila her milkshake. Amelia put her hands on Lila's thighs as she sat down. She laid her head on Lila's shoulder lovingly. "Lila, you don't mean that. Love Dove, you deserve the world. Don't let him get you down like this. You have to look at the positive- this can either break you or make you stronger. And i know you, you are strong Lila, you won't let this break you. I know right now feels like your entire life is crashing down, but please understand that this is not the end of the world. Over time things will get better. Not because it doesn't hurt, because it does hurt, but because you get stronger and facing the pain gets easier. I love you, you know I'm always here for you. You are gorgeous and smart. You do not want to let him ruin your life." Amelia softly smiled and with her thumb wiped away Lila's tears running down her cheeks. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Lila's cheek gently, brushing her hair from her face. "Now let's go get cleaned up. We came here for beach therapy and that's what we are going to do."

Hunter felt a little better after Amelia took the blanket, though he could tell she had conflicting emotions about what he said about that night. Sorry wasn't really enough for this. And he knew he had used his chance to try and fix this, so it seemed anything he tried to do now would just make things worse.

Delilah came out, tears across her whole face, she turned to face Hunter and she was pissed. Then Hunter realized he still had the camera, now he looked like even more of an asshole. The two girls walked off to the kitchen and Hunter was left too think about his thoughts. "...dammit, can something go right just once. Once I mean." He stood up and started walking.

he made it into the kitchen and saw the two girls, he really didn't feel like explaining that he messed with the magnetic code on the spare key card for his room to get into the girls room. Then he would sound like a creepy stalker yet again. He set the bottle of Champagne on the counter. "I brought this over for you two, took a while to find it but I figured you guys could use it more then me." He faced Delilah directly. "I know it may not seem like it, but I don't care about getting people in a emotional state on video, I only had the camera so I could have a record of last few weeks of being free too do what I wanted." He sighed then continued talking. "I stopped recording after the events at the Restaurant. If you want I can go back into the camera later and delete the footage ." He would try, but he was still figuring out how to remove footage when the camera was able to store it thought a wireless source.

He turned to face Amelia. "I do want you to know, I know I fucked up, And I know there is no way to fix it now. I'm sorry I was such a moron and screwed everything up." He waited a moment. "You deserve better me, I hope you find that someone better." He started walking to the door. he turned around for a moment to grab the champagne and take a sip. "The rest is yours, I just needed that because I wasn't sure if we still had any back in our room." He started leaving the room, he wanted to get out before the two saw the tears across his face.