I Write Sins, Not Trajedies. [PAFP]

He gave a small smile and he laid her on his bed, covering her up and he walked out to the living room, sitting on the couch.

She curled up in his bed, cold.

He turned up the heat in the house and he laid back on the couch, watching tv.

She woke up a few hours later and walked into his Living Room, looking for him.

He was fast asleep on the couch, he had been drinking for a while, which he never did unless he was really upset, which he was, half his body was hanging off the couch and a beer can was in his hand.

She backed away, seeing him drunk and asleep. "U-Uh, Jaxon?" she asked.

Jaxon snorted and jumped up at the sound of his name, he mumbled random words then face planted on the coffee table, mumbling quietly, "Damn wench" He grumbled clearly, "She didn't have to do that, she could of just called it off" He snapped, not really even noticing he had too much to drink.

She stepped away. "Oh my god..." she said, furrowing her eyebrows. She backed away from him.

Jaxon turned his head so she couldn't see his face, his gaze was on the floor and he let out a shaky sigh, his shoulders shook slightly, but he stayed quiet.

"I... I..." she couldn't find words.

He just continued to drunkily mumble, keeping his head down, "I'm an idiot" Was the only thing that came out clearly.

She walked over and sat down on the couch, her hand resting on his back. "What happened?" she asked, sighing.

"The bitch went and fucked an old friend of mine right before the wedding" He slurred out, moving slightly and resting his head in her lap, still hiding his face from her.

"Oh..." she said quietly. "I'm so sorry..." she said softly, stroking his hair.

He slowly moved back onto the couch and he cuddled up to her, continuing to mumble, "I deserve it though, because I did bad things to the girl I really love" He slurred, though was speaking the truth.

She sighed. "I feel the same, except I was too stupid to admit it." she kissed the top of his head.

"I wanna make it right, but its like she's still scared of me.... I don't want that...." He mumbled, he actually didn't realize it was her since he was drunk.

"W-Who?" she asked. Oh... it isn't me... she thought, a wave of sadness over coming her. She didn't know that he just didn't know it was her.

He stayed silent for a while, as if he fell back to sleep, "...Lena..... Damn I don't know how I missed it, she's better than Alexa in every way" He slurred, "I gotta go get her" He said and jumped up, bad move since he turned and face planted on the table again.

Lena blushed. "Jax... I'm right here..." she said quietly, holding onto his hand.

He rolled over and looked up at her, his face had been stained with tears, which was unusual for most men, he gave her a good look before crawling back to the couch and cuddling close to her, mumbling slurred out words.

She hugged him tight, kissing his neck softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking his hair.

He mumbled into her neck, his head resting on her breasts, he didn't really know he was doing that, but he still did it anyway.

She didn't really notice, but she suddenly pulled him up and into a kiss. A passionate, rough kiss. Her shirt almost ripped off, her bra getting in the way of her large breasts.

In his drunken state, he immediately began kissing back, his hands already at her breasts and lightly massaging them.