There's Nothing Else I Can Say {Ransom&David}

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David had been having a pretty unfortunate week; at the beginning a blog had come out and pretty much revealed his recent douche-like actions. Telling and revealing a previous sexual encounter he had with an underage girl, accidently. He wasn’t aware the girl’s age until the blog made its debut, making it perfectly clear to the entire tour. Everyone pretty much hated him now, he had gotten many looks of disgust and disappointment the past few days. He was even yelled at by the only three girls that were close to him, the look of hurt and disappointment from them was hard enough. This could seriously ruin his life; it had already had its toll on his reputation, but that? He could probably still save. He was still in debate between whether or not he was going to apologize, he was never one to say sorry. He knew he had to do something though; something to make sure Ransom didn’t open her mouth and press charges. David couldn’t ruin his life with a one night stand that wasn’t even that good, no way; he had so much more to live for. Plus, he still felt bad about Zack and his thing for Ransom. If he knew Zack liked the girl, he would have never done it. He could only hope that one of these days everything would just go back to normal. He just needed to accidently run into her somewhere and hopefully he could just blurt the apology out.

Today he was just going to stay in the bus and relax; he even turned his cell phone off so no one could bug him. He was fully dressed mostly because he had gone out earlier to hang out with Eleanor, he was laid out on the couch with his laptop in his lap. The TV wasn’t on like usual, mostly because people were sleeping on the bus and David hated daytime television. He was updating his twitter and answering a bit of his fans’ tweets. While looking at his replies he came across one from Ransom, he had a look of confusion on his face. Why was she the one talking to him? Did she want to deliver bad news? What on earth did she have to say to him? He was the one that needed to speak with her, hmmm. They had made plans to meet up at the café in town, what a surprise that she chose somewhere public. If he was her, he wouldn’t want to be alone in private with him either. He didn’t mind though, he had wanted to speak to her anyways. But what did she want to speak to him about? He didn’t know if he should be relieved or scared, he put his laptop away and put his shoes on. He had to admit, he had a lot riding on this conversation. It could either make him or break him. It was hard having to apologize to someone he didn’t really feel comfortable showing true feelings around. He wasn’t sure how the hell he was going to get through this, but he knew it was something he had to do.

He left the bus, his phone still off but in his pocket just in case, he walked into town with a cigarette between his fingers. Cigarettes always calmed him down, he knew they were bad for him but they helped, his body was pretty much accustomed to them now. He was at the café in a matter of minutes, being right on time. He took a seat and waited for her a while. He couldn’t help but chew on his bottom lip; it was a nervous habit of his. He really didn’t know what to do or say, his mind was all scattered. She was taking longer than expected, jeez, the girl really did walk fucking slow. He wanted to just get over with, it didn’t help that David was probably the most impatient person on the planet.

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[RANSOM IRIS CARTER]

ransom had spent a lot of time inside the bus, mostly sulking in self pity. not because someone had done her wrong, but because she was disappointed in herself. she had let some guy she barely know sleep with her, not only using her, but taking her virginity and her first kiss. the thought made her shudder. she had always known she was dense, but this? really? she didn't think she could sink any lower, but of course.. there was nothing worse than what had happened just two days after. some stupid blog had been released to the whole tour, and now everyone either thought she was stupid, felt bad for her, or both. she agreed with those people who believed she was the stupidest person to walk the earth. there was a good chance they were pretty right. she was at least the stupidest person on this tour. she was so easily taken advantage of and all that jazz. everything a person said, she took to heart. she didn't try to hide the fact that she believed it, either. she hadn't done that since she was younger. it wasn't a lot to say, but it was saying something. over the past few days, ransom had been thinking, a lot about david and then a lot about zack. the good thing that had come from all of this was that she really had realized how much she really did enjoy her time with zack. he was so sweet and he just understood her. it was like a match made in heaven, almost. if heaven and god even existed.

it had only been a few days, but ransom knew that david was getting a lot of shit for this, she was sure. it wasn't that she forgot to mention her age, it was just that every time she pulled away to tell him, he was back, practically suffocating her with kisses. it had all been so new to her, she was confused and five minutes behind, not that that was something new. but she frowned upon herself more than him, mostly because he, like any other guy, took what he could get, and she had given him everything she had. whether he had coaxed it out of her or not, she had been an easy target for him. she shook her head, biting her lip. she didn't have david's number and her instant messenger was recently being blown up by the few fans she'd given it to, along with the people on tour that either cared about her too much, wanted to insult her to her face, or were too eager to know more details. she just shook her head, biting her lip. was twitter the way to go? probably not, but that's what she was going to do. quickly, she sent him an @ message, finding herself setting up a time and place to meet him. thinking about it, she probably should have extended the time around five minutes, just because she walked so much slower then him. being a good nine inches shorter than him really didn't help. she slapped her lap top down and locked up, slipping her keys into the pockets of the jeans she was wearing.

it too her a good twelve or thirteen minutes to get there, but david was impatient, she had learned that much. so those two or three minutes probably seemed like twenty or thirty. she didn't really care, he could wait for her this time. she had practically ran the whole way. silently, she smoothed the long shirt out over her stomach, running a hand through her hair as she walked in, scanning the room for his blonde hair. honestly, she wanted to hate him. she wanted to hate him more than she hated anyone in the world, but she couldn't. she couldn't bring herself to hate him more than she hated her own self, and that was something, because not many people would admit that. quietly, she spotted him, hurrying over to the table he was sitting at, the denim covering her legs. she'd slowly become used to wearing pants, rarely ever wearing dresses or skirts anymore. she already felt like some kind of whore, she didn't need anything contributing to it. "hi. sorry i'm late. i tried. i was like.. almost running." she said, her voice was soft, just like it always was. in all honesty, she couldn't hate. she had only hated one person in her entire life, and that was the cotton candy haired bitch on tour. nobody liked her, though. "i'm sure.. you're wondering why i want to talk to you, considering everyone is making you out of be some villain." she said, sinking into the seat quietly.

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As much as David enjoyed getting people mad or upset, he hated getting the people he actually gave a damn about in that state of mind. Though when he last spoke to Eleanor in person, things seemed okay but her visits and their intimate moments highly decreased. Was she mad at him again? Girls could be so hard to figure out sometimes which annoyed him. He shrugged the thought of her away, it wasn’t the time or place to think about her right now. He sat at the table chewing his lower lip, he had no idea what he was going to say, he just hoped it would come to him. Playing with his fingers, the way he sat in his seat wasn’t one of confidence; in fact it was the posture of defeat. He had never felt so powerless, he had really outdone himself this time. He didn’t realize the emotional toll he had on the girl, because in his mind, she had to of liked it. It was David. But he did understand SOME of the errors of his ways, but was it enough?

When Ransom arrived he almost didn’t recognize her, she was now a blonde and was wearing jeans. He frowned at the denim, not being disappointed that she wasn’t wearing a skirt to show off those gorgeous legs but didn’t she say she didn’t like pants? He nodded at her words awkwardly still wondering about her choice of attire, ”No problem… take a seat,”

[/color] he gestured casually and sighed as she began. ”…yeah, yeah… I wanted to talk to you anyways,”[/color] he shrugged not looking at her first. When he did move his gaze to meet hers, he could see a little bit of difference in her. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly, but there was definitely something different going on in her persona. ”Uh… What’d you have to say?”[/color], he asked carefully, he didn’t want to apologize just yet. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself, so he just postponed the apology. Plus he really wanted to know what on earth she wanted him to know personally. Was she going to yell at him? Cry? Tell him she’s going to the police? He was so confused and nervous all at once, you could probably see the caution in his face. He looked back at her waiting for any words to leave her mouth or some kind of hint of expression that this conversation wouldn’t be that bad.
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[RANSOM IRIS CARTER]

ransom looked at david quietly. there was something different about him. he wasn't looking as cocky as she would've expected him to be. in all honesty, she didn't even know how she wanted to say what she wanted to say anymore. the nerves that had been building up in her stomach the whole walk to the cafe had caused her to almost completely forget. nerves, not because she was excited or anxious to see him, that would be stupid of her. she was nervous because she didn't know what words were going to leave his mouth. she knew what she wanted to get off her chest to him, but how was she going to say it? how was she going to tell him that she wasn't going to press charges against him? or that she had tried to tell him that she was still a minor, but hadn't been given the chance without sounding like she was trying to pin it on him? that was one thing that scared her, honestly. everyone was blaming the whole ordeal on him, but she wasn't like that. she wasn't accusing him of anything besides taking her virginity. and why wouldn't he have? she had pretty much laid back and let him. she was an easy target when it came to things like that. without much of a back bone, she never really said no, and when she did, she felt like a bitch and just changed her mind anyways.

there was a lot of things she wanted to say to him. part of her wanted to spill her guts to him, not because she wanted him to know, or because she trusted him, but because she wanted him to know why she was the way she was. she wanted him to know that there are reasons behind people's actions and beliefs, but she wouldn't. she was vulnerable enough as it was already. her stomach turned with anticipation as he spoke. she could see his eyes wander to her legs, not to look at her legs, but because they were covered, which wasn't something that was normal for her. she hadn't worn pants for years, but today was something different. everything had been different lately. she found herself looking down on herself more and more every day, blaming herself more and more with every passing second. what if those people were right? what if she was just some whore? she had essentially given her virginity to a near stranger. quietly, she pulled the chair out and sat, casting her eyes down at the table. "i-i just wanted to tell you that i'm not pressing charges, because that's stupid." vocals murmured, biting down on her lip. she didn't want to seem afraid or scared, but honestly, she was. what if he had to tell her a few things that he'd forgotten to mention the other night? her stomach turned with...fright? was she really this intimidated by his words? words that hadn't even left his mouth yet.

"and.. that i'm sorry everyone is blaming this on you, it's my own fault.." she bit the tears back. ransom hated thinking of her own mistakes. "and that.. i didn't tell you i was seventeen.. i.." she stopped for a second, taking a breath. "i tried to tell you, but.. i didn't get much of a chance, but that's not an excuse. i still should have told you." she was doing more apologizing than she probably had to, but these were all her honest opinions. this wouldn't have ever happened if she hadn't been such a pushover. the insults shooting themselves through her mind directed at herself were horrible. worse than anything she'd heard from anyone, probably. the saying 'you are your own worst enemy' applied to ransom only too well. her whole life, she'd only held onto the mean comments directed towards her, whether they were from her father, other children at school, fans, haters, and men, they lingered in her mind far longer than any compliment ever did. "i'm sorry." she repeated, not looking up from the table.

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i-I just wanted to tell you that I’m not pressing charges, because that’s stupid, the words made David feel like he dodged a bullet, he let out a sigh of relief. He probably should have held it in a bit longer to let her finish, but that was his main concern to be honest. His body relaxed, all of the tension sort of just shot right out of his body the moment she said those magical words. He really couldn’t let something like that ruin his life, even though he pretty much deserved it. He was a bit confused on why she would let him off the hook, but he wasn’t going to complain. Anna would get off of his back finally; she had been in anticipation for the past week. He knew he could have fucked up the bands image too; he already dented his reputation around tour a bit. ”Thank. You.”

[/color] he said softly looking at her, truthfully thankful for her not pressing charges. That would have just opened up so much more trouble and disappointing faces for him.
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and that I’m sorry everyone is blaming this on you, its my own fault. , he watched her as each word left her lips, his eyes narrowed, the expression on his face actually serious yet slightly confused. And that… I didn’t tell you I was seventeen..i… i tried to tell you, but… I didn’t get much of a chance, , he almost interrupted her there, didn’t get the chance? Was she fucking serious? She had a shit load of chances! He decided to keep quiet, letting her finished. but that’s not an excuse. I still should have told you, he nodded at these words, damn straight she should have told him. It wouldn’t have hurt to mention an important fact like that at some point in the night. He looked down at his hands then heard her end with I’m sorry, she was apologizing to him which he didn’t really expect, but it sort of put him at ease a bit. At least she was taking responsibility for her actions, right? For some reason David felt a little bad though, she seemed to have been apologizing way more than she should have.

David cleared his throat before he began, ”Yeah, you should have mentioned that piece of information… it would have been nice, eh?”[/color], he said sarcastically, but it was just his bitterness taking its toll. He was a bit bitter that it even happened, he wouldn’t have went for it if he knew she was a fucking minor. It just all made him think of his younger sister and what he would do to a guy if they did that to her. He looked down before he said anything more, he had to be sincere right now, not bitter or angry. He looked back up at her and took a breath, ”Whatever… it happened. It’s more my fault than it is yours though…alright?”[/color]. He scratched his head a bit, hating doing apologies or taking any kind of responsibility for something like this. ”I should be the one saying sorry… I took advantage of you… on purpose… what can I say though? I was thinking with my dick not my brain… but uh…yeah… I’m sorry, Ransom… I wish I could take it back, but I can’t”[/color], sure it wasn’t the best apology, but David didn’t do these often so she had to take what she could get. He could only hope that they could put this whole thing behind them, he knew he’d be seeing a lot more of her since Zack was so into her, which he still felt extremely bad about. He had deflowered and took advantage of the girl that his little brother had a crush on, not that he knew, but still… it mattered. Even though Zack had forgiven him, David hadn’t forgiven himself.
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ransom could bring herself to look up at him, not because she didn't want to see him, but because she was afraid of that face. the face that could be gloating, or scowling, or forgiving. she didn't want anything from him, she just wanted him to know that she wasn't pressing charges and that it wasn't his fault, and that he really didn't need to worry. she took a deep breath. honestly, he hadn't shown a lot of interest in her age, and by that, i mean any interest. it hadn't seemed like he cared what age she was. not to mention, she hadn't really realized that he had wanted to have sex, or she would've told him right away. then, when she had it figured out that he wanted to get in her pants, she had broken away many times to try and tell him, but he was just all over her. he was good at faking sincerity, not that it really mattered. she shouldn't have been so easily convinced. it was times like these she felt like a whore. when she realized that she had just laid back and let him take advantage of her, not because she wanted to have sex or anything, but because she couldn't say no. he had been talking to her for a good three weeks. her head snapped up as he said that it would've been a good piece of information to cough up. she hated it when people didn't take responsibility for their own actions.

she could've smacked him if this was any other time or any other place. or she might have cried. she didn't really know, but she did have knowledge in the fact that the age thing was no completely her own fault, and that was something she wasn't about ready to take the whole blame for that. he was a grown man, he probably should have known and believed that there were younger people out there that he would be attracted to. "honestly, you didn't display any curiosity in my age." she said. her voice was soft, but the words seemed harsh, coming from her. it wasn't often she stuck up for her own self or made her thoughts known. "had that been the case, i would've told you right away. and being me, i try not to assume the worst of people, so i didn't come to the conclusion that you wanted to have any sort of sexual intercourse." she was staring at him now, her blue eyes looking at him, seemingly through him. "then, every time i tried to break away to tell you, i got all of two seconds to attempt before you cut me off. yes, there are more steps i could've taken to tell you, but there are also more steps you could've taken to inquire." this was probably the harshest tone she had ever used with anyone, and even now, it was soft with a hint of fear, not because she was afraid of him, but because she didn't want to know what he would say.

ransom was almost surprised when she heard the apology leave his mouth, but she knew he wasn't saying sorry for her, he was saying sorry for all the people he actually cared about. for zack, for josey, for anna, and for the sake of his band. she knew that this looked horrible, especially since duncan was almost a carbon copy of him. he didn't act any different, and now was when she was starting to realize this. she would take it, not because she believed he was more at fault, but because she hated telling people they were wrong. right now, she was trying to be done focusing on the past, even if it was easier said than done. "th-thanks." her voice was quiet now, just above a whisper. "i really am sorry that this whole thing got pinned on you. whoever wrote that thing is stupid." she sighed, closing her eyes for a second before opening them. her mind was clear for the first time in a long time. "i just.. want to put this behind me." she murmured, running her hand through her bleached blonde hair, thinking. hopefully, this was the end of the pain this lesson had inflicted upon her.

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David gulped at her words, it was true, he didn’t show any interest in her age. To be quite honest he didn’t exactly care either, but he wasn’t going to admit it so he just chose to remain silent. He knew she was right, but he just kept a serious expression on his face. So I didn’t come to the conclusion that you wanted to have any sort of intercourse’, this made David chuckle Immediately but it was an accident, ”You obviously don’t know me very well..”

[/color]. Yes, it was a dick thing to say but he couldn’t help it, it was true. David Adams Greene was all about sex and the ladies, a majority of the people on tour were fully aware of that too. She continued and with every word she was exactly correct. There was much more things he could have done to educate himself on her age or maturity level, but honestly, that night, he didn’t care one bit. He had one thing on his mind and he accomplished it. He just nodded in silence knowing she was entirely right.

I just… want to put this behind me’ he nodded, ”agreed”[/color], he bit his lip. He truly did want to put everything in the past, he didn’t want to put everything in the past, he didn’t want this careless action to come bite him in the ass later on in life. He wanted to just leave already to be honest, ”So…it’s just.. Behind us right?”[/color], he asked cautiously, ”And… I know this is not my place… but”[/color], he gulped a little. ”Treat Zack right, please? I know I’m not one to ask anything of you… but he’s a good kid”[/color], he said sincerely hoping she would agree to it anyways. The last thing he needed was for her to be messing with Zack to get back at David. Zack was a younger brother figure to him and he would never wish pain on him of any sort. He bit his lip hoping this was over already and wished that this would be the last awkward conversation the two had. He was ready to put it all behind him…
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ransom could feel her anger flaring. she honestly couldn't believe david. was he being serious? obviously, she hadn't known him too well. if she had, she wouldn't have let him take her virginity, or have invited him in. chances are, she wouldn't have even spoken to him. her blue eyes rolled and she leaned forward slightly, running a hand through her hair. how could she put this politely? it wasn't like her to swear at people, but she might actually have the courage to, this time. he was a piece of shit that didn't care about anyone but himself. she wanted to punch him, but that was way too much effort on him. "yeah, obviously i don't fucking know you that well, david. because if i knew anything about you at that point in time, i probably wouldn't have even talked to you, you self centered jack ass." she said, angrily. god, people like him pissed her off. what had she done to deserve this? she hadn't even known what was going on when he had succeeded with mission not-so-impossible. a sigh left her lips, and she couldn't wipe the glare off her face, so she just glared at the table for a few moments, thinking of what to do or say next. she listened to his little words and smirked, standing up slowly.

"yeah, david. it's all behind us." her words were harsh sounding. she hated him, this was the most she hate she had felt in a long time. she knew this was partially her own fault, but she also knew very well that he didn't have to be such an ass hole about it. her mind told her she was no where dignified to be angry with him, but the rest of her said that if she could've thrown punches, she would've. "hopefu-" she cut herself off as his words flew at her. her angry face dropped and she wanted to cry. god, zack. she missed him so much. the fact that david was telling her to be good to him made her want to just roll over and die. the boy hadn't talked to her in over a week, and she was starting to worry that he had changed his mind about her. ransom was biting her lip so hard, she thought she probably could've broken the skin. god, she wanted to throw herself somewhere and disappear off the face of the earth. the one person that she could've spent forever with besides her family probably hated her. most likely hated her. she gulped hard, her hands shaking. "zack hasn't talked to me in like.. over a week." her voice was tiny, a dramatic change from only moments ago. "he won't talk to me. i don't know what to do... it's probably better that way anyways, hopefully he'll find someone that makes him happy." she turned around, wiping an invisible tear from her face. "even if it's not me." her voice was so low, she would've been surprised if he had heard her. then, without warning or goodbyes, she walked out of the cafe.

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