Crazy On You (Riley)

[Riley Coleson]

With his hands in his pockets and his head lifted to watch the sky as he walked down the street, he suddenly heard a familar voice behind her. Ugh, what was she doing here? He couldn't really make out the words, but he didn't care. Couldn't she just give it a rest and leave him alone? As he was turning to tell her just that, he noticed how the guy from the dance floor was prying himself on her, and it looked like she didn't appreciate it much. That's it. Riley had already gotten enough of his slick face back inside, and now this? Hell no.

Rushing over, Riley yelled at the guy. ''Hey asshole!'' He planted his fist in the guy's face without hesitating and pushed Layla behind him, in case the guy would try to throw a punch back. Seeing as the guy could barely stand on two feets from all the alcohol he had been drinking, Riley really doubted it, but one could never be too sure.

Making sure Layla was still behind Riley, he backed away, paying close attention to what the drunkard did. Though, he seemed to be busy trying to figure what the heck had just happened, so Riley took Layla by the arm and pulled her away. He was feeling furious and frustrated at the same time. ''What the fuck was that? Don't you realize what could've happened? How freaking stupid are you?!'', he yelled with his fist clenched. It probably didn't make it any better yelling at her, besides she had brought it all on herself. But still, he couldn't just have left her there, with him. ''God! What the hell were you thinking?!'' Slowly calming down, he took a few steps away and turned his back against her. With his hands in his pockets he lowered his head and shook it slowly. ''Why do I even care.'', he mumbled frustrated now sure quite what to make of it all.

[Layla Harlow]

Layla's eyes widened as Riley practically appeared out of nowhere. She hadn't seen him run up or even heard him. Maybe he was more than just a tracker person, who knew maybe he was like a cat and could literally walk all silent and not be known. It was sort of awesome. Really awesome. Especially the way he practically yanked the guy off of her and just hit him super hard. She didn't understand it, but she wouldn't question it.

Layla just stood behind him and hoped that the drunken jerk wouldn't retaliate and hit Riley. After all, he had already been unintentionally smacked. Luckily enough, the guy walked back into the bar, more like staggered, and that was the end of it. She was really happy that nothing worse came from Riley sticking up for her. Lay didn't know what she would have done if Ri got hit because of her. She'd probably definitely have to nurse him back to health somehow. Hell if it made him feel better she'd get a nurse outfit.

But he hadn't gotten hit and was now yelling at her, so the idea poofed from her mind. "What right do you have saying any of that shit to me? What about you? You think guys are the only ones that are sexually predatory. Please," She was so tempted to blame this all on him. It was his fault because he was the one that walked away after toying with her. But that was just the guy he turned out to be.

"Exactly! Why do you care? You obviously don't give a damn about me in anyway, so maybe you should have just let him do whatever the hell he wanted. You know the only reason you didn't was because you'd feel guilty if something went wrong and I ended up dead in a fucking ditch," She yelled at him as he walked away. She turned around and just sat up against the brick wall of the club building. The thing was...why did she care so much?

Layla ran her fingers through her hair and tried not to freak out about having almost been practically raped.

[Riley Coleson]

''What the heck is that supposed to mean? You started the whole fucking thing by feeling up that creep! I should'a just let him have at it, since you're so fucking bent on being a bitch about it.'' Why on earth was he so mad? Why did he care if she was feeling someone up? It wasn't like she was his girlfriend or anything. She wasn't even all that cute. Or so he tried convincing himself.

Riley had no idea why he saved her. Normally he'd just let nature run its course and stay out of it. But this girl made him feel so incredible frustrated and pissed off at the same time he didn't really know what to do with himself. He wanted to yell at her and tell her to go die in a ditch somewhere just like she'd said, but he also wanted to put his arms around her and comfort her. ''Oh, thank you Riley for saving me from that rapist, that was so kind of you!'', he said sarcasticly and scowled at her.

This was such a huge mess. He let out a sigh and shook his head before turning around. ''I'm sorry, okay? I just got worried.'' Why he didn't know. He didn't even care about her! She was just some random chick who had to learn when to shut her mouth. He walked over to the brick wall Layla was sitting on and hung his arms over it, not even bothering to look at her. ''You okay?'', he asked his voice low and slightly shaky. The hand he had hit the guy with had already started swelling and the skin over the knuckles had punctured, but he didn't care. He was used to getting into fights, though never over a girl. This was his first time.

[Layla Harlow]

“Bull shit! You’re an asshole! It’s your fault for messing with me in the first place. Reciting fuckin’ lyrics and dancing with me then all of sudden poof you can’t fuckin’ handle it anymore. What the hell did I ever do to you?” She wanted to just smack him or something. Why did he have to be such a jerk about everything she did? It wasn’t like he was dating her. Why the hell did he care?

Probably for the same reason she cared, which only pissed her off more. Layla was just trying not to cry in front of him because that would feed into his prick-like attitude. She couldn’t handle it though. Here she could have been sexually abused and he was going off on her? Real nice guy he was. She couldn’t figure out why she ever thought of him as attractive or tolerable because everything she did resulted in him tearing her down and making her feel like shit. Wasn’t that what parents were for? Not hers, they didn’t even pay any attention. Layla flipped him off before she walked away to the wall and slid down.

She snorted, feeling the tears starting to fall down her cheeks. She didn’t even care anymore. He could give her shit for crying, but it didn’t matter what he thought. Worried? Well he had a great way of showing it. Layla just shook her head and placed it in her hands. Why did she always set herself up for this? Instantly picking out the worst guys just to have some fun with. She hated it. She hated him and she hated that asshole that made her feel like she needed to take multiple showers to wash off the filth. Lay wiped at her eyes and pulled her knees up close to her chest, “What am I supposed to say? Yeah I’m fine even though I just made a fuckin’ fool of myself and almost got raped because of it.” She said it in a soft voice, it lacked the bitterness she usual had.

[Riley Coleson]

He had to admit, she got him there. It was wrong of him to just bail like that after leading her on, but he hadn't bailed for the reasons she thought. ''I..'', he began and looked away. ''What the hell does it matter anyways? It doesn't explain why the fuck you went on to feel that guy up all over!'' This girl was really getting his blood boiling, and he didn't even know why. Couldn't she just shut the fuck up and leave him the hell alone?

And then she started crying. Riley had no idea how to handle it. Yeah, he understood why she was crying, and he didn't really blame her. Hell, even he had cried the first time he met her, and she hadn't given him shit for it, so neither was he. Riley hoisted himself up on the wall and put his arm awkwardly around her shoulder, not really sure if it would help anything. She was pretty pissed at him. ''...Layla.'', he whispered and sighed, shaking his head in frustration.

Riley wanted to fix it. The whole mess they had gotten themself into. He wanted to apologize, but really, he wasn't the only one to blame. They both were. Sure, he might've started it, but she continued. ''I'm sorry. I freaked out.'', he said and looked away. He didn't like feeling this vulnerable or letting his guard down, but honestly at this point he didn't have much of a choice. ''I didn't mean to lead you on.'' Well, he kinda had. But he didn't mean to lead her on and then bail. But that'd sound too weak. Right? He jumped down from the wall and reached his hands out to her, as to catch her if she needed the help getting down. Though, he really doubted she'd accept it, as bent as she was on doing everything on her own. ''I'll take you home.''

[Layla Harlow]

“Doesn’t it though?” She said and instantly regretted saying it. Layla didn’t want to explain what she meant by that. She just hoped he would ignore it and pass it off as her not thinking or just being stupid again. After all that’s what he seemed to think she was, nothing more than a stupid girl. But she didn’t give a shit. He could think she was stupid all he wanted because maybe she was, especially for sticking around with him for so long. He was hardly any better than the drunken asshole she almost left with.

If he tried giving her shit for it, she had just as much on him as he did on her at this point. She knew this was her fault just as much as his, but all she had been doing was dancing with someone that actually wanted to dance with her. She was trying to have fun because clearly he had no intention of having fun with her. So in her mind it really just came back down to him. He pushed himself up onto the wall beside her and she tensed as his arm went around her. It wasn’t so much that it wasn’t helping, it was the reaction her heart and her mind had that made her so irritated.

He apologized again and this time she refrained from snapping at him. Layla just sniffled again and wiped at her eyes. She looked up at him when he claimed that he hadn’t meant to lead her on, “Oh c’mon Ri, you had every intention of doing just that, we both did.” Hey, if she was going to confess anything, might as well not hold back too much. Not that she intended to tell him how much he drove her nuts because she liked him. He hopped off the wall and reached out for her to help. Lay didn’t really feel like doing this herself, though she knew she could. So she jumped off and into his arms as he helped her down. When she was on her own feet again, she folded her arms across her chest and shook her head, “That’s probably the last place I want to go right now.”

[Riley Coleson]

''Doesn't it what exactly?'', he asked with a growl, not thinking clearly enough to put two and two together. Hell, why did it even matter who's fault it was? They'd both screwed it up with their childish games and however he looked at it, that's the solution he always ended up at, though he didn't really feel like admitting he was wrong when she kept snapping at him like that. Idiot.

''Yeah, maybe you're right.'', he replied and sighed. Riley found himself being pleasantly surprised as she accepted his offer to help her down, though that in fact just made him even more annoyed. God, why did she have to send his mind on such an emotional rollercoaster? It was freaking pointless. Once they were both safe and sound back on the ground, Riley couldn't help but feel the need to comfort her and hug her gnaw inside of him. ''All right...'', he started a little unsure about what else they could do. ''Where do you wanna go then?'', he asked, hoping she had a better answer than 'I don't know' or 'You decide'. He put his hands back in his pockets and looked up towards the star filled sky. The cold air was filling his lungs as he took a deep breath. It was a surprisingly cold night tonight, but Riley didn't mind. He was kind of enjoying it, besides it was a good way for him to cool his brain down from all the tension.

[Layla Harlow]

Clueless. He was absolutely clueless. Was it really only her that cared at all or felt anything towards him? Shouldn't have been surprising. She was just dumb enough to give a shit. He probably just saw her as some moronic girl that got off on the thrill of trouble. And she of course had to see more than that in him. Yes she felt a lot of different things for him, mostly bad, but there was still that attraction. That insanely stupid attraction. "Nothing, just forget it," She said in a defeated tone.

If Layla knew how much it irritated him with the way she was going back and forth, well she'd say he was no better. Even he couldn't deny that. She chewed on her lower lip, her mind running away with her again. She couldn't shake the thought of what it would be like having his arms around her, his voice soft in her ear once more telling her that everything was okay. It was a stupid thing to think of, but she couldn't help it. She wished it was a possibility. She wished something could happen between them.

Having only a measly t-shirt on, Layla felt the chill a bit more and she pushed the idea out of her mind. It would only end in pissing him off. Then again, that was what made it tempting, "Can we just...walk? I mean if you don't mind at least." She looked up at him, gosh he was just so good-looking, it wasn't fair. Layla gave up trying to tell herself no, she couldn't take it anymore. Without even hesitating, she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. She didn't know if it was for warmth or what, but she didn't care. He could push her away if he wanted. "Th-thanks, you know...for saving me," She whispered.

[Riley Coleson]

If Riley had taken the time to actually think about what Layla had said, he'd might see what was hidden behind her words, but as much of a hot head as he was, he was far too busy thinking about himself and his own pride. Which was a clasical move from Riley. His pride always came first. In most cases anyways. And as much as he wanted to view her as a stupid, little annoying girl whom he couldn't care less about, he was slowly realizing that this was not the case. Sure, she was quite the firecracker, but she was both incredible good looking and her personality was drawing him in more than what he'd like it to.

Riley nodded and gave her a half-smile. ''Yeah, of course we ca-'', he began but stopped as Layla suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist. It came as a shock, and it was really unexptected. He had expected her to hit him again or throw another snarky remark, but no. Here she stood with her arms around him, hugging him. He didn't know what to say or do, so the first few seconds he just stood there dumbfounded at the whole thing. His arms hung lifeless down his body and his eyes were wide. He could feel his body tensing from the way her warm body felt against his. But he didn't want to fight anymore. Not with her and not with himself. He completely surrendered and gave in to the feelings in the back of his head telling him not to run away. Riley slowly put his trembling arms around her shoulder and one placed behind her neck. He rested his chin on top of her head and sighed. ''Don't mention it.'', he whispered and closed his eye, unsure what to make of it all. This was new to him. The way she made him feel, and the way it felt when he looked at her. ''I'm sorry for being such an ass.''

[Layla Harlow]

The more Layla thought about it, the more she tried not to care so much about this whole mess. She could handle a lot and she could handle having a crush that wasn't returned. The part that got to her was that they were both so hot-headed that they couldn't even really be considered as friends. It was more like a love/hate relationship because she hated that she liked him and loved to hate him. He was easy to take all of her pent up frustration that she had out on. He fed into her frustration just enough to send her off the edge. It was like he wanted her to snap at him because it seemed that everything she said made him snap.

Layla squeezed her eyes shut, expecting him to roughly push away. But for a while he just sort of stood there, and she didn't want to let him go. She realized it was probably dumb of her to just react this way, but she was upset and she wanted comforting and he was sort of the only person around, unless she wanted to go find the creeper that almost raped her, but she decided against that dumb idea. Eventually he slid his arms around her and she buried her face against his chest. She was going to milk this for all it was worth seeing as how she knew it wouldn't last much longer.

Letting out a snort and muffled laugh, she shook her head, "I'm sorry for being so stupid...I'm usually not that reckless." It was being around him that made her go off and make dumb decisions. She had wanted to make him jealous and in the end he made her jealous and had to save her sorry ass. It made her feel pretty pathetic.

[Riley Coleson]

Riley couldn't quite explain it. It was awkward and it was frustrating. She made him pissed off beyond belief, but she also made him happy. She annoyed him, and she made him jealous. He had all these emotions inside him, fighting their way to the surface, fighting to be on top. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to push her away. He wanted to tell her how cute she was, and he wanted to tell her to go to hell. He was confused. Really, really confused.

Hearing her laugh made him smile. He was happy. He just wanted to cup her face in his hands and kiss her, but instead he shook his head and took a deep breath. ''Really? I thought hitting people was something you did on a daily basis.'', he said with a chuckle, trying to cheer her up. He could still feel the spot she had hit him on his cheek. It didn't hurt as much anymore, but it was still there. He didn't really want to let her go, but standing here like this with her made him feel tense and restless. He could feel his heart race in his chest, as if it was ready to pop out and breakdance all over the ground.

Riley didn't really mind saving her, or even hitting that guy. It made him feel a lot better about the whole situation. What he minded was how jealous Layla had made him by dancing with him, and kissing him. He couldn't really get the image out of his head and it made him grin his teeth. ''Please don't scare me like that again.'' Before he could stop it, the words escaped his lips. It had scared him more that he'd like to admit, seeing how she could've been so incredible hurt because he had to be a coward and back away like he had. He'd never forgive himself if anything had ever happened to her because of him. Never.

[Layla Harlow]

It was annoying knowing that she had that creep's mouth germs. It actually made her feel almost sick to her stomach because it was just flat out nasty. Who knew what kind of disease she would get from him now. Granted he was drunk and who knew, maybe he wasn't that much of an asshole when he was sober, but either way, she could still feel his hands on her and it made her extremely uncomfortable. She had no idea how to get rid of the feeling, the groping she had just experienced.

Feeling Riley's arms around her sort of helped. It made her focus on him, just him and no one else. The way she could feel his muscles through his clothes, not bulging muscles, but enough for him to feel strong. The way he smelled, it was musky almost, but still pleasant. She could hear his heart beat as she rested her cheek against his chest and it was constant, unwavering. Layla rolled her eyes, "Well I mean only if it's someone who deserves it, and it was an accident today." If only she would have hit the other guy, but she couldn't get free of him to do it.

She wished that this whole thing hadn't affected her so much. Him with that other girl, him walking away, everything about him seemed to affect her. It was so damn irritating feeling like this towards him. Her mind was getting in the way of everything. How was it possible to hate someone and care about them all at the same time? It was the way he kept changing, going back and forth between screaming at her and comforting her. She hated the one who screamed at her, but cared so much for the one holding her now. His words caused her to look up and she nodded, tightening her arms around him. "I thought I could handle it myself...turns out I'm not as strong as I think I am," She frowned.

[Riley Coleson]

''Well, if you hit that hard on accident, I think you're able to handle yourself in the future.'' He laughed. She had hit him pretty hard, even if she hadn't meant to. But all in all, even if it was an accident, he couldn't deny the fact that he had deserved it. Maybe not at the time, but he still deserved it when all came to all.

Riley could relate to not being as strong as she thought she was. He was the same way. Always pretending to be something he wasn't, and pretending to being able to handle everything on his own. But even he was a scared little child deep inside. His mother didn't make it any better. Always ignoring him, jugding him and nothing he ever did was good enough. Riley didn't want to bother her, so he never asked for help. But even he needed his mother from time to time. ''Yeah... I kind of know the feeling.''

But even Riley knew this had to come to an end, so he loosened her grip around his waist and held her hands in his. ''We better go somewhere more sheltered. I think it might start to rain.'' He turned his gaze upwards. The stary sky had clouded up and the sky looked threatening down upon them. The air felt humid and it was getting colder and colder. Where they went he didn't really care, or if she wanted to go alone. Well, that he'd might care about. There was no way in hell he was letting her go home alone with all these drunk people around. Who knew what kind of creeps she'd might end up meeting. ''Where do you want to go?'' He was still feeling a little awkward from the embrace, and he could still feel where she had held her hands. He wasn't quite sure if he had liked it or not, but it wasn't like it had been bad or anything, though if she asked, he'd deny it.

[Layla Harlow]

Layla laughed with him, actually surprised by the fact that he had laughed. It was a cute laugh, really cute and it also made her want to just flip a table. Why did she have to think he was cute? It was dumb. And he was just going to end up snapping at her soon anyway. “I dunno, I mean if I was able to handle myself, wouldn’t I have kicked that jerk’s ass without needing rescued?” Honestly she didn’t think she was all that strong.

She wondered, to herself only, what his story was. Everyone had their own story that made them the way they were. Surely there was a reason he went back and forth between being Mr. Nice Guy to a total dick in a matter of moments. And she wondered what it was about her that triggered both. She didn’t feel comfortable asking him though because knowing him that would flip the crazy switch and he’d end up storming off doing who knew what for the rest of the night. She still wouldn’t go home, even if he wasn’t with her. That was literally the last place she wanted to go after the night she had.

His hands loosened her grip and she was ready to just completely drop her hands, but he held them both gently in his. Lay tried not to let it get to her, but she liked the feeling it gave her. Even if it did kind of piss her off at the same time. This whole night was just confusing as hell. She chewed on her lip, thinking about what he was saying. She didn’t mind the rain. “What are you afraid you might melt if we get rained on?” She smiled to hopefully make him see it was just a joke, and she wasn’t trying to be snarky. Layla pulled her hair over her shoulder and continued pondering the places they could go. It didn’t matter to her as long as she got to stay away from her house and secretly she wanted more time with him. “It’s too late to really go hang out anywhere without being kicked out,” And he was looking for somewhere sheltered. It’d be different if he wasn’t worried about a little rain.

[Riley Coleson]

''Even Thor loses his hammer sometimes.'', he said with a wink. Riley was pretty sure she could've managed to get the guy off, if he hadn't stepped in. It could've been a lot more traumating, but he still didn't doubt it. She was quite the firecracker.

If she had asked, Riley would've just shrugged it away. Not because it didn't mattered, but because it made him uncomfortable. He didn't like talking about himself and why he was they way he was. He didn't want the pity that often lead to, and he didn't want to give Layla that kind of power over him. She could analyze him all she wanted and make guesses, but there was no way he was going to sit down and share his story.

Riley was like a cat; He didn't like the water, and most of all; He didn't like getting soaked, which rain often lead to. Rain annoyed him. It was wet and it was cold, two things Riley didn't enjoy. Dropping his hands and putting them back into his pockets Riley shrugged his shoulders and looked away. ''I'm not a fan of it.'', he replied quietly and shook his head to clear it from the drops that had already started to wet his hair. ''So, then what?'' And then Riley's phone started ringing. As he picked the phone up and looked at the screen, his face grew worried. Turning half away and putting the phone against his ear, he answered. ''Hello? Kalila? What on earth are you do- What? Where? Calm down, I can't underst-. Please stop crying.'' His voice was low and sounded more and more worried by the second. ''I'm coming home, okay? Stay where you are, you hear me?'' He hung up and rubbed the back of his nack. ''Uhm.. I gotta run.'' He looked at Layla over his shoulder. ''My sister's home alone and she's pretty scared.'' He took a step before turning towards Layla again. ''You wanna come? I mean, you don't have to or anything.'' The thought of his mother being out drinking and just leaving his baby sister alone like that made him furious. He wanted to hit something, but even more so, he wanted to go home and take care of his sister.