stokeschasee

[stokeschasee]

private: at this current moment, rooming with madelyn, having lost one of my closest friends and not having had any alcohol yet today? i'd say i'm at a solid three. which is better than yesterday's two. at this rate i'll be back to normal in seven days, although i'm doubting that's going to be true. trust has got to be earned, and you best believe my trust won't be easily earned from here on out. how about you? cannes treating you well or chewing you up like it is me?

private: on a scale of 1 to 10, how happy do you feel about your life? have you healed yet? it's unfortunate that you're going through this crap. it's hard to trust anymore. @stokeschase

[stokeschasee]

chase isn't sure where along the way madelyn lost herself, but all he knows is that he wants nothing to do with this new her and the person she's turned into. if she's changed this much since they broke up, he can't even begin to imagine how she's going to turn out in the long run. she may have said the kiss with rudy was a drunken mistake, a fluke, but it doesn't change the fact that she went behind his back and for that he's not certain he can ever forgive her.

chase attempts to ignore her words, as he pulls a pair of gray sweatpants up his legs, leaving them slung low on his hips. it isn't until she calls him a child that that single string of sanity left in him snaps, and he storms towards madelyn, towering over her with his six foot plus stature, "i'm the kid? i'm the fucking kid, madelyn?" he refuses to call her by a nickname, his own way of keeping even more distance between them, despite standing a mere two inches away from her. his breathing grows harsh causing his naked chest to visually rise and fall, "that's rich, coming from a girl who can't even show loyalty or some fucking respect." chase's fists open and close at his sides, wanting nothing more than to punch the wall behind madelyn's head. "you clearly meant it, or you wouldn't have said it. stop fucking lying and start owning up to what the hell you say and do," he spits, the smell of her perfume and freshly clean scent hitting his nose, and he hates every second of this moment. why can't he just feel indifferent towards her, instead of still feeling this attraction? he wants nothing more than to just walk away for good, leaving her in the dust, but knowing they're going to be around each other for work, makes every second in her presence a million times worse.

"now either you leave me the fuck alone and ignore me like i have every intention of doing towards you, or you best find yourself another room to sleep in tonight. i bet you'll be able to kiss or fuck your way into one." he knows he's delivering a low blow, but maybe that's what'll keep her away for good.

The actress has reviewed a million different things that she could say in her head on the flight over, but none of them seem to be revealing themselves in this very moment. Doing something that results in someone being mad at her, is not the norm for Madelyn and she’s having a hard time knowing how to handle it. Her stomach is in knots constantly, the feeling of resentment and disappointment in herself continuously gnawing at her. Walking on eggshells is extremely hard to do in such small and confined quarters. What enhances the terrible feeling is knowing that Chase is probably feeling worse and to that end, there’s nothing that she can do to change it.

Her orbs follow his form as he makes his way over to his suitcase, noting the neutral expression on his face. It’s hard to determine which is worse, him being angry at her, or the complete indifference on his features. “is this what it’s going to be like all week? You’re just going to be like a child, giving the silent treatment because he’s upset?” Even before she’s finished her sentences, she’s mentally chiding herself for poking the bear. She would likely be doing the same thing he was if the situation were reversed. Clearing her throat, she shakes her head, “I didn’t mean that. I just… can’t we at least be civil since we’re going to be staying here for a week? It’s going to be long and painful otherwise.”

[stokeschasee]

well, with everything that's gone down in the past few days, my dream has begun fading into nothingness. it's fine though, i've still got you all on spotify and i guess that has to be enough. niall's my man though and his album is it for me... well, it for now. until one of you drops another. oh i'll for sure need tickets to your show. hook a man up?

can't help you on this one, mate. wish i had more to say. never say never, but everyone seemss happy on their own stuff. wait till we're all out of money, then you know how it is, the reunion will be right round the corner. whilst pending, i got a tour coming up if that will satisfy you in anyway? ( @stokeschase )

[stokeschasee]

the fact that some higher power is clearly having fun fucking up chase's life, the man can't help but mutter a quiet 'of course' to himself, when finding out he'll be rooming with madelyn. what the hell are the odds? their fight from a few days prior is still clear in his mind, a fresh wound that has yet to heal and now they'll be spending every night for a week sleeping in the same room. he makes himself a silent vow before arriving, to keep his mouth shut and not let the anger take ahold of him again.

he slowly wakes to the sound of water running in the bathroom, hoping for anything in the world that madelyn is heading out, so he'll be able to catch a few more minutes of sleep. it isn't like chase has gotten much of it, since the red carpet and knowing that he would be going dateless and then back to a room he shared with a woman he can't stand the sight of.

sitting up in bed, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers, he rubs his eyes and lets out a tired yawn. when madelyn appears in the doorway to the bathroom, leaning against the frame, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and looks at her with a bored expression, trying his hardest not to show any emotion. at her question he merely shakes his head and gets up from the bed, beginning to rifle through his suitcase for something, anything, to wear, so he can get the fuck out of there. despite still needing to brush his teeth, shower and get ready for the day, he resigns himself to the fact that he'll have to come back later once she's gone.

The way her stomach dropped when she found out that Chase was her roommate was something she only experienced very few times in her life, the bittersweet part was that not that long ago, they would have been elated with the room arrangements. Oh how things have changed. The first day was awkward, to say the very least, but at least the distraction of having to get ready for the event was there, and then the event itself killed some time, broke up the utter silence.

Now that the morning sun was streaming through the window, the blonde lazily pushed herself up to get into the bathroom to brush her teeth and freshen up. She might also be trying to pump herself up to actually speak to him, also mentally preparing for the wrath she could face. Opening the bathroom door when she was finished, Madelyn leaned against the frame to glance at him, her hands busying themselves running through her hair, another nervous habit that she hoped didn’t look terribly nervous. “Chase, we can’t just sit here in silence forever. Are you ever going to speak to me again?” And then maybe offering a slight olive branch could help, “I was thinking about running down to grab some coffee and food, want me to grab you something?” @stokeschase

[stokeschasee]

chase stokes attends the 2023 cannes film festival.

[stokeschasee]

yeah and although i'll doubt i'll succeed, i'll try my hardest. i just have to come up with an evil master plan, asap to set things in motion. any suggestions? yes, please do fill me in. i need to be the first to know.

you, amongst many other's are trying this -- if you succeed, then think you'd be a very fucking popular guy. don't think it's allowed to have more than three of us in a room together anyway, think we'll break the world if four are even in touching distance of each other. glad to know people still want a reunion, i'll be sure to fill you in on any deets when or if. ( @stokeschase )

[stokeschasee]

hichasestokes: damn. oh well... one can dream.

zaynmalik: out of the question, mate.

[stokeschasee]

nah, the moron isn't worth walking the red carpet with a black eye, since we already know he'll attempt to fight back. maybe after we get back? he won't see it coming. a fucking week with madison for you and a fucking week with madelyn for me. this sounds like the start of a bad horror movie. the m & m's came to life and started haunting us. i'd watch that shit, but i'd rather not star in it.

well fuck? i'm sorry to hear that, mate. my offer still stands to corner the blonde at the hotel and show him a proper 'time'. i also just read the roommates list - want to skip cannes together? a fuckin' week with madison...

[stokeschasee]

i don't want to watch my ex turned friend smash it on screen? that would just be a big, fat lie, darling. i will definitely give it a watch whenever things cool down. maybe after cannes? let's hope things only go up from here, career-wise. for the both of us, yeah? let's manifest that shit. pascal is the fucking man, so if he can do it, we can do it.

it's alright— just say you don't want to watch it. i'm just teasing, i know your schedule must be jammed packed at the moment. the cool thing about being part of a limited series on a popular streaming service, you can go back and watch it anytime you want. thank you, i appreciate that. it's been a tough adjustment. i'm not used to the type of exposure i've had with this particular project, but i wake up every day feeling blessed for the opportunity. i agree, one thousand percent. look at pascal, he got his big break well into his late 30's, early 40's.

[stokeschasee]

📱𝗶𝗠𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 » pew-pew 💘

chase: jus 1 moree chase: teas nice bt boobx r nicr chase: i dont wnna talk abt iiit

📲 𝒔𝒎𝒔. → chase. ❣️

flo: you're done with the alcohol. flo: however, i can make you a cup of tea. my chest is available for you to lay your head on after tea, okay? flo: then once you sober up, you can tell me why you've got /this/ drunk.

[stokeschasee]

she keeps trying to reason with him, but he's beyond reasoning at this point. this entire situation is so unlike the madelyn he used to know, the madelyn he dated... the madelyn he had once loved. her words fall to deaf ears and instead chase continues to attempt to put as much distance between them as he physically can. there is no missing the tears that falls from her eyes, but he attempts to not let them affect him, despite crying women being a weakness. he can't stand the sight of her in distress, but knows full well she brought this on herself and knows there should be no room for pity for her in his heart. exiting the house, he notices that the door he'd slammed shut behind him didn't actually slam, causing him to turn around and face her, his expression crestfallen and his posture that of a man who's bone wearily tired. her words register, but he's in no mindset to keep arguing. "yeah... i've made mistakes," he admits as he rubs his temple, an impending headache beginning to form in the front of his skull. "but this wasn't just a mistake on a drunken night," chase continues, feeling the anger resurfacing with every word as he takes a step closer again, not giving a single fuck that they're outside where they might be heard. "you intentionally kept the entire thing from me," his voice is low and harsh, "you and rudy fucking lied to me, for god knows how long. so no matter if it was intentional or not, you did fucking hurt me!" with each word his voice gets louder and the man eventually takes a deep breath, attempting to calm his exterior. chase knows that some of the anger he's directing at madelyn at the moment, should be reserved for rudy as well. "if you really fucking care like you say you do..." the menacing tone of his voice is back, "then you'll leave me the fuck alone outside of work, from here on out." his voice carries a hint of sadness behind the anger, "you've done enough damage at this point. just... stay the. fuck. away from me." again he turns his back, heading towards the car he'd driven there himself, regretting that decision more by the second, knowing that he's a danger behind the wheel with how upset he currently is.

There’s a part of her that feels as though she’s watching this entire experience through the eyes of someone else, that it isn’t even her life because it’s not typically in her character to make such stupid decisions. Such irreversible and irresponsible decisions. “Chase, it was a mistake,” as he takes a step back it’s clear that it’s far more than just physical distance. “I regret it every time I think about it,” though she tries her hardest to keep it as far from her mind as possible. “Just because I made a stupid drunk decision doesn’t mean  that I stopped caring either. The only reason I even bother drinking that much is to forget the fact that I do still care. Probably too fucking much for someone who’s supposed to be single and moving on.” A single tear teeters around the corner of her eye and a hand hastily wipes it away. Madelyn wishes someone would just yell cut, that they were just acting and this was the end of the scene and then things could go back to normal. Once the anger drains from his face, it’s clear that he’s gone for good, even harsh emotions are better than none at all and when his eyes go dark and it all turns off, she feels her heart breaking, perhaps even more than when they decided to part ways. And this time it was all because of her own actions, she’s not sure how she’s going to swallow that bitter pill. “Chase, wait,” crossing the room she catches the door before it slams behind him, she knows there isn’t much more she can say but she would take him yelling at her over him walking out any day, “I’m sorry. I wish I could take it back but I am human and we all make mistakes, haven’t you ever made a mistake? You know I’d never intentionally do anything to hurt you.” The straws she’s grasping at are becoming shorter and shorter but that’s not stopping her from trying.

[stokeschasee]

they made out behind mine and kendall's backs, avoided telling me the truth and couldn't handle my reaction to the entire thing. that's the end of that story. we're at the point where i'm hungover and in need of a little hair of the dog, to make it through the day. can i cancel on cannes? the idea of seeing them both at the festival, isn't exactly appealing.

what's this i hear about dummy beach boy and madelyn? do you need to me throw him a solid or where we at? i'm in LA, so i'll arrive at your place in twenty. // @stokeschase

[stokeschasee]

surfer chic is very john b. but i think i already have plenty of rizz in my game, so a change never hurts. i will however consider the long hair from here on out. i would have to regrow it first. despite what a genius invention extensions are, i don't think they're for me. @kristinc

but you just looked so surfer chic in the long hair! let's just say i feel like you'd have way more rizz in your game if you went back. don't fix what's not broke.

[stokeschasee]

📱𝗶𝗠𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 » pew-pew 💘

chase: pik mi up pls chase: i need cuddlz an moe aclohol chase: cn i lay my head on ur chst?

📲 𝒔𝒎𝒔. → chase. ❣️

flo: it's either you're drunk or your phone is a piece of junk. flo: don't drink and drive, please. let me know if you need me to pick you up.

[stokeschasee]

📱𝗶𝗠𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 » pew-pew 💘

chase: i wuld race over thr, but i'm tttying to be responsle. chase: being responsble includs not drinking and drivnge.

📲 𝒔𝒎𝒔. → chase. ❣️

flo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGKYxGnq6_A&ab_channel=TheTimerPitt flo: my mind plays this song when i'm waiting for you to kiss me again. hurry up, stokes!

[stokeschasee]

her ridiculous excuses only egg him on and cause him to spiral, more anger coursing through his veins and resulting in his spitting words in her direction without any sort of regard for her feelings. but why should he? it wasn't like she took his into consideration when she decided to make out with rudy. the fact that they were drunk doesn't deter his absolute fury from blazing on, "you don't need to say a fucking thing… your lips already did enough damage." chase's expression is that of a man who's lost all patience as he takes a step back from her, the sight of her in that moment making him nauseous, "you know, just because we ended things, doesn't mean i stopped caring. but you're clearly devoid of all human fucking emotion, if what we had means so little to you that you'd throw away friendships, a decent working relationship and a whole fucking year of our time, for a drunken kiss." he takes a deep breath in order to attempt to calm himself when seeing the tears in her eyes, but he catches himself and raises a finger in her direction, "stupid fluke or fucking not… it happened and you have no one to thank for the result of all this but your own goddamned selves." chase lowers his hand and then repeatedly clenches and unclenches his hands, anger slowly fading and making room for despondency. his eyes avert from her face, not able to look at the woman that had once been his entire world, but who has become distant and foreign to him. without looking back, he turns his back to her and takes heavy steps towards the door, his heart in his stomach and his pulse thrumming in his ears. there are probably a million more things to be said, but he can't stomach it and instead chooses to open the door and walk through it, feeling like he's leaving a piece of himself behind.

As soon as the words leave her mouth, she wants to take them back, swallow them down into the depths of herself wishing that none of it had ever happened. The silence isn’t something that she’s expecting and it’s making her feel even worse, as if that were possible, because she knows that he’s digesting the information and it’s probably making him feel sick, too. The seconds drown on for what feels like an eternity, her blood rushing to her ears, hearing her heart beating a mile a minute. The blonde has no idea how to react, she hasn’t ever intentionally done something that would hurt so many people. Not that the moment between she and Rudy was intentional but it certainly was avoidable. Looking up at him as he storms toward her she struggled to even find her voice “I don’t know what to say…” it was the truth but it didn’t help the situation in the least.  “It was stupid. And I guess I was lonely and he was there?” It’s phrased as a question because she doesn’t even know if it’s the truth, though Chase clearly wouldn’t have the answer. Two of the best things that had happened to her, Chase and the show, were now in jeopardy and he couldn’t be more right. Everything was fucked up. Neither Chase nor Rudy would even want to look in her direction now, and the weight of that stupid five minute mistake from months ago could change the course of everything, it was crashing down on her like an avalanche, her shoulders quite literally slumping. Her orbs are filling to the brim with tears and she’s fighting not to let them spill over because she knows it isn’t her time to be upset, “you’re right. I…” she’s at a loss for words again because there’s a lump forming in her throat. She’s never seen him look as angry as he was right now, and it’s never been directed at her, it’s something she won’t soon forget. “What can I do? It's not like it meant anything. It was a stupid fluke." He doesn't care because it makes no difference, she knows that. "I didn't mean to..." that was an understatement.

[stokeschasee]

private: i'm most certainly not seventeen anymore, but you sure as shit are acting like it. i'm entitled to my reaction, but you clearly can't handle being told you're in the wrong, even when it's clear as day. and if you don't give a fuck about my feelings when we were supposed to be friends, then i guess you made up your mind about the outcome of all this, before i ever knew. you don't owe me an explanation when you go behind my back and kiss my ex? that's none of my business? if that's your honest to god opinion, then i guess it's good we're done as friends, 'cause i'm not wasting another second on someone who doesn't have a single ounce of respect for friendship. i literally gave you a chance to explain a minute ago, but instead you chose to shit on the entirety of what she and i had, and call me a pussy. and no matter what madelyn wanted, you owed it to me to be upfront and honest with me, but i guess that's asking too much of a guy who can't calculate that kissing a friend's ex would result in a reaction. by kissing her you made a choice, and by not telling me you made another, and now i'm making a third. go fuck yourself rudy, since that's clearly the only thing you're good at.

private: i see, saint fucking chase came here to lecture me about the commandments of friendship. noble of you really. if i gave a fuck about your feelings in the first place, i would've said it to your face like i did to kendall, but for some reason i knew you'd act like a little boy who lost his girlfriend during recess. we're not fucking seventeen anymore, and i don't owe you an explanation about what i'm doing but more importantly, with whom. it's none of your goddamn business. now, had you come to me and straight up asked me without belittling my intelligence, i would've told you exactly what i told madelyn; that it was a mistake and that i wanted to tell you. she didn't, but then did, so i don't understand why she decided to act all high and mighty all of a sudden. how about you jump off my dick for a second and start focusing on your own. by the looks of your rant there, i'd say you lack testosterone and could use a level up.