A shitty motel is the perfect place for shitty emotions. || OxO || Closed!

(totally will! this is so cute rn what the-)

Finn was glad that the other person hadn't stopped playing yet, the music provided a steady distraction, though he still felt a bit guilty for listening in. It wasn't really his fault that he could hear it from his room. Who could blame him? The walls were thin, and the musician was talented. He could've probably gotten close enough to the wall and just spoken his compliment instead of sticking it in the neighbor's door- that is, if he had the confidence to do that. Which he didn't. He'd barely gotten the courage to write the note, after all.

It didn't take long for him to finish unpacking since he hadn't packed much. He'd originally only planned to be here for a week or so. He'd need to go shopping soon for pretty much everything. He could afford take-out tonight, then he'd go shopping tomorrow. Or the day after. Or whenever he could bring himself to go somewhere not within the radius of the motel.

(:D yes it iss)

"Love can change the world in a moment, but what do I know?" He eventually finished the song, pausing for a moment, then began to play again. "What would I do without your sharp mouth? Drawing me in and you kicking me out, you got my head spinning, no kidding, I can't bring you down."

He smiled softly as he continued to play, eyes sliding shut again and losing himself to the music, even forgetting about the person he had originally begun playing for, just losing himself in the soft beat of the music that he played.

It'd been such a long day. It wasn't even that late yet- probably only late afternoon- but laying on the bed and listening to the musician next door sing, the soft hum of the ceiling fan providing nice background noise, Finn found himself getting sleepy. His eyes were still damp with tears and he occasionally found himself crying softly once again, but he knew he needed it. He needed to get it out of his system so he could focus on moving on and doing better things. He figured he'd give himself a few days to recuperate before he'd push himself to get things done.

As he lay in a state of mild peace, beginning to drift off, he kept thinking about his neighbor. If they continued playing their lovely music, maybe this whole situation wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he'd even meet them at some point. He could try and befriend some of the other tenants, perhaps. Anything to make this predicament more enjoyable. Looking on the bright side and imagining what his future might look like, Finn drifted off in no time.

(Finn like: hey, this won't be so bad)
(Waylen, when they figure out who each other is: (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ )

Waylen kept playing for a while, before stopping and setting his guitar aside, putting it in its case and lying down on his bed with a faint sigh, closing his eyes. He knew he needed to move on eventually, but, well, he wasn't sure what to do now. He didn't exactly have an apartment to return to right now, since he'd rented it out for two months to someone else. So he couldn't go back for another month and a half. So he was, basically, stuck here.

(lmao literally- Finn is gonna be straight up devastated at first tbh)

Finn didn't remain asleep for long, thirty minutes at most. It was a nice nap though, and when he reawoke, he did feel a bit better. Gazing up at the ceiling, he began coming up with a mental plan. He'd need to find a job or some source of income relatively soon. He had enough money to get him through probably two or three weeks here, but then he'd be running thin. He figured he'd go for a walk around downtown at some point to try and find a place that was hiring. It was the best he could do right now.

(lmao)

Waylen eventually pulled his phone out, scrolling through it with a faint sigh, shifting around on the bed and shaking his head. "Fuck." He mumbled. His therapy appointment was tomorrow. It was virtual, thankfully, but still. He wasn't even sure whether or not he needed therapy anymore. It had been a long time ago. One of his hands rubbed against the scar on his arm for a moment, and he shook his head. He still didn't understand how his father had gotten so fucked in the head that he had done what he did.

With nothing better to do and no motivation to leave the room yet, Finn picked up his phone only to be met with exactly twenty-four text notifications from his now ex-girlfriend, Amelia. Her contact name in his phone was still 'my love' with heart and flower emojis on either side of the words. It nearly began the tears again seeing it. Quickly unlocking his phone using his fingerprint, he opened the contacts app and promptly changed it to simply 'Amelia Sullivan'. It matched most of the names in his phone- he didn't see the point of overly cliche and cheesy contact names for people he barely knew, so most of them were just names. The only exceptions to this were his moms and his sister, who were marked as 'birthgiver #1', 'birthgiver #2', Yes, he was adopted. Was that going to stop his goofy contact names? Absolutely not. and 'hellspawn'.

He skimmed over the various texts from Amelia, but didn't bother to read all of them. They were all some form of justification and begging Finn to try to understand. He quickly typed out a break-up text. He didn't think he'd actually have to write one, assuming she'd just get the memo, but apparently not.

Waylen eventually rolled over onto his stomach, still scrolling through his phone. He turned on the TV, flicking through the channels until he settled on a movie he'd seen a few different times, and so didn't mind starting back in the middle.

He had no idea what to do. It was a little early to go sit in the bar like he usually did. Meet a guy or a gal. Talk, hang out. Maybe go home with them or bring them back to the motel for a fuck. Never went any further, but he didn't mind that.

Finally finishing typing out his final goodbyes to her, Finn hit the send button. The small whoosh sound effect triggered a sinking feeling in his gut. It was done. They were over. He didn't allow himself to linger on that thought long enough to begin feeling upset again. He sent his family groupchat a quick update to let them know that he'd gotten here okay, but that he was a bit tired from the plane and would probably crash and take a nap or something. He didn't really know if he'd actually fall back asleep again, but he really couldn't muster up enough energy to have a full conversation at the moment and that seemed like the best excuse. It wasn't exactly a lie.

With that out of the way, he turned off his ringer and set his phone face down on the nightstand next to the bed. He picked up the TV remote, looking over the unfamiliar layout for a moment before just clicking on the news for some background noise and something to distract himself.

(skshdbs why is it that I can absolutely see Waylen, once they figure out who the other is, purposefully having a one night stand really loudly just to irritate the fuck out of Finn lmao)

He ran his hands through his hair, examining his nails for a moment, then sighing and flopping his head against the pillows. He was so bored, but didn't know what else there was to do. He had already played music for hours now, and while he loved music, there was a limit to how long a day he could play. He had definitely hit that limit. His fingers hurt from how long he had played already.

(Sorry for the short reply!)

(oh my god finn would be so upset lafkjalkdsf)

The weatherman on the TV was going on and on about tomorrow, and Finn didn't really listen to what he was actually saying until he caught the word 'rain'. Looking back up, it seemed that the forecast for tomorrow would be a bit dreary. A rainy day might be nice- he could go out without worrying about having to talk to anyone. He was pretty sure he had packed a jacket that would keep him dry, and he had a couple good waterproof shoes he could take out. That would be a nice way to explore the city.

(no worries! there's not exactly much to write about in detail about lmao)

(lmaoo)

Waylen eventually sat up, just to lean against the wall and sigh, still scrolling through his phone. He supposed he could always go on a walk, but the weather here had been pretty shitty lately, so maybe that wouldn't be a good idea. He wasn't sure. It was just boring, to be here all the time.

His plans for tomorrow now pretty much decided, Finn moved on to plans for the rest of the evening. He definitely needed to shower soon- really, he should've hopped in the shower as soon as he got to his room, but he'd needed a bit. He still felt dirty and gross from the plane, so he would do that soon, and then he could probably afford to order out tonight. He didn't really have much of an option.

(should we just timeskip?)

(that'd probably be a good idea lmao- when should we skip to? the next day?)

(yeah lol. Mm probably?)

(aight aight so finn is heading out in the morning to go walk around in the rain or some shit, and waylen is heading somewhere too, and they bump into each other outside their rooms?)

(yeah that works! And Waylen or Finn is like "it's this fucker")

(precisely)

(skdhdhdv what if Finn didn't recognize him at first and was like "hey thanks for the m…wait a minute" lmao)

(OH MY GOD HE WOULD-)

(sjdbdhbsb and like Waylen figures it out at the same moment and it's like the spiderman meme or whatever lmao)

(jflakdslf or finn has absolutely no idea and is like 'hey you seem really cool and you play nice music' and waylen assumes he's sucking up to him and is just like,, 'thIS MOTHERFUCKER.')

(sjxbhdhsvsbd yesss)

(uhhhh bump? i might've messed up the order of things though, should i do the next response lmao?)

(oh shit I thought it was your turn ahaha, did you want me to do the timeskip?)

(i can totally do the timeskip, just wasn't sure whose turn it was lol)

(lol alright. If you could do it that would be great)

Finn had ended up ordering take out and watching some sitcom re-run on TV while trying not to cry again because of course the episode playing was the one about the couple. Just his luck. As horrible as his day had been, he slept like a baby that night. Probably from all the crying, he realized, though he was too exhausted to care.
He hadn't set an alarm for the next morning. He couldn't quite remember whether that was on purpose or not, but groggily laying in bed that morning, he didn't mind either way. Eventually when he heard the telltale pitter patter of rain on the concrete outside, it became considerably easier for him to drag himself out of bed, peering out the window with a small smile before quickly brushing his teeth, getting changed and heading for the door. Grabbing his phone, wallet and a small umbrella on his way out, he closed the door behind him and turned to lock it. The small roof over the porch provided him with at least some coverage while he struggled with the lock, at least.

Waylen shrugged on his raincoat, raking his hands through his hair in a half-hearted attempt to tame the brown waves into behaving. They of course did not respond to this attempt, merely fell in messy strands across his forehead. He sighed faintly, shaking his head and heading towards the door. He hadn't eaten breakfast yet, and his current plan was to walk to the nearby McDonald's and grab a bite there. The motel did not provide a complimentary breakfast, and he had no desire to pay for one here. He slipped on his shoes, opening the door and coming outside just as his neighbor did. He turned to speak, wondering if the other was feeling better, only to narrow his eyes as recognition flashed. He knew this fucker.