The Usuals Of Life

[Flint Montgomery]

Solemnity rarely existed in those who didn't have a heart. You see Flint Montgomery, according to the populace at Yale, didn't have a heart. So why did the sexy boy-toy seem apparently enhaled a whiff of onions? Does the iron-hearted President of Alpha Delta Phi actually have a heart?

"Dad, that's enough!" he screamed. "I don't want to bear anymore about mom."

But his father went on. Continued to bash his mother for the whore that she was. Spitting fire on her name and all that came from her. But did that include Flint as well? 

He lowered his head to his desk, drowning the single tear that fell from his cheek. He lifted his head up and propped back in his chair.

He wanted to yell at his father, just wanted to outright choke him. "okay, okay. You guys are getting a divorce, I get that."

And his father wanted Flint to reach out to her. For more various reasons than one. Mainly for Flint to tell her to come back home but Flint absolutely disagreed to lowering himself to that standard. It just wasn't going to fucking happen.

He shook his head, actually taking te cellphone off his ear and letting his father speak to someone who wasn't actually even listening. He stopped shaking his head and then placed the cell phone back to his ear.

"Listen, I'll try to make it down for Father's Day okay. But in he meantime take care of yourself dad. You're stronger than this," he said in an honest-to-God sincere voice.

His father received it in a positive way. And said his 'i love yous' and 'make your father proud' speech. Then there was a knock on the door. 

"Yeah, yeah. Gotta go, pops," and Flint ended the call. Placing the phone down on the desk, he said to the door, "Come in!"

[Emmanuella Bourguignon]

Another long day at School for Emmanuella. Gladly, sexuality was something she easily understood, and the way people were treated differently because of their sexuality and choices related to that wasn’t something she was completely unfamiliar with. But still, enjoyable or not, a long day was a long day. All she wanted was to go over, see Flint, maybe catch a movie or something of the sort.

She slid on her sunglasses as she walked out of the school headed not to her own sorority, but to Flint’s frat house. She nodded and smiled at a few people she had never seen but greeted her regardless. It seemed that dating the most popular guy in college wasn’t that bad a perk to have.

She made her way across the lawn that was covered in beer cans and cups, most likely left over from the party they had had over the weekend. She pushed the sunglasses off her face and over to the top of her head as she stepped into the house, not bothering to knock. She waved at some of the boys as she made her way up to Flint’s room. She ran her fingers through her hair and stopped in front of a mirror to fix herself before knocking on his door. She took the sunglasses off her head and stuffed them into her purse, then moved over to his door and knocked.

After he told her to go in, she slowly opened the door and smiled at him. ”Hey stud.” she said, grinning as she walked closer to him, putting her purse down on his bed before sliding her coat off and throwing it over her purse. She noticed he looked kinda somber, at least not as upbeat as normal, and immediately the thought of Flint’s father crossed her mind. ”You alright?” she asked him, as she moved closer to him, bringing a hand to his face and kissing his lips softly, then sat on his desk.

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[Flint Montgomery]

Monty kept his head hung low even though he had said for the visitor to come in, his face was hidden behind the palm of his hand and just really didn't feel like being bothered.

But then again seeing the face of someone he truly enjoyed being around brought a different outlook to he situation. Killer situation at home but killer babe also known as his girlfriend here in his bedroom. He thought that evened the odds.

"Ella, hey," he said kind of startled. He prepped himself up trying to seem like he wasn't moping or distressed. He feigned a smile the best way he could. But he knew if anyone could see through, Ella could. 

As she came to sit on his desk, he accepted her kiss and was able to smile despite what was still on his mind. And even though Ella saw through it, he wanted to ignore it but knew best Also to realize that his girl was not that kinda chick. She actually cared.

He took a deep breath and admitted openly, "Old man Carter ready to jump off the nearest cliff again."

Carter - his father - was just as popular in the adult world as Flint was at Yale. But since it became public knowledge that Flint's mother had taken one or both feet out of their marriage, Carter had just been in a drunken depression one day after another. He had had his good days but recently he seem to have succumbed to knowing his wife was nit coming back home.
 
It had pissed Monty off beyond all belief just how much his father was an embarassment. Or just how much he could not realize that their beloved was now just as cheap as a street walker and that she was fine being a whore outside her marriage. Either way it had gotten to be tiresome having to leave and pick his father up from some bar in the middle of the night.

"I'm about ready to say 'fuck it'. End it, see if I care," Monty replied a tad but angrily.

But he gave a roll of his shoulders, then placed a hand on her leg and looked up into her eyes. "But it's better now, that you're here."

[Emmanuella Bourguignon]

The news that Flint’s parents weren’t doing so great was no news to anyone, everyone knew Carter, and bad news travelled fast, even faster if they regarded a supposedly perfect rich couple. Flint suffered with it all, of course, and Ella suffered also; she really liked Flint, and watching him suffer when there was nothing she could do was a horrible feeling.

She ran her fingers through his hair softly as he told her what was going on, and she couldn’t exactly sympathize with the situation, her parents had a great marriage, or at least managed to pretend like they did, so she could never know what exactly Flint was feeling, but she knew it wasn’t good.

He told her he was about to give up, and his angry tone of voice was enough to tell her he was far from actually giving up, but was definitely ready to push it off his mind, at least for as long as she was there with him. She smiled when he put his hand on her leg, and brought her hand from his hair down to his face, then leant over closer to him, her nose touching his. ”Well, I’m glad you feel that way!” she said, chuckling softly and kissing him again, only to return to her previous position.

”So, apart from your daddy issues, what’s going on?” she asked casually as she unbuttoned her vest and pulled it out and proceeded to undo her tie, pulling it out as well.

[Flint Montgomery]

Nothing cheered him up better than just getting drunk and passing out, but even as President of his frat, he had to be careful just how much he stepped out into public light. Because cameras was in him. Journalists would just like to plaster a drunken picture of Carter Montgomery's son on TMZ or some other gossip tabloid. Then again just being drunk would lead him to being one step closer to being a carbon copy of his father.

In some respects that was a good thing. Even despite his marital plights he was still highly respected and well liked. People kissed his ass everywhere he went and it was a benefit that even Flint had been rewarded with.

Though there came it's downfalls with women. Not so much with Ella but he knew that with enough things on his mind, he wasn't showing her the attention she rightfully dseserved. But the good thing was that there were very few others who could match him on campus. At least that's what he had hoped.

But he knew how to keep the leash close to home. "Of course, I do," he said with a smile. He kissed her leg where his hand had been. Then planted a few more kisses to boot.

As she unbuttoned her vest and undid her tie, Monty kept his eyes glued to her chest. It didn't take much of an imagination to the picture the cups underneath that top, and Monty had keep his mind focused just not to let his pants start getting a bit tight.

So he placed one last kiss on her leg and instead just stroked his fingers up and down her leg; keeping his eyes on her. He gave a minor shrug. 

"The guys want to throw a rager... Again! It's not like we haven't already but there are rumors that another frat isntrying to plan the same," he said. "So... We'll be 'em to the punch."

He then looked at the clock and then looked back at Ella. "I git this HUGE chemistry test coming up but you know how I can't study when you're around. You keep me too... occupied."

[Emmanuella Bourguignon]

Ella knew deep inside herself that there was more to her relationship with Flint than Just the physical part, and that was proven everytime they watched a movie or went out to dinner. They talked, they were friends on top of boyfriend/girlfriend, their relationship was normal, but everytime they were alone, Ella had a hard time keeping her clothes on.

She noticed where his eyes lingered while she took off her vest, it was no surprise, she did have a nice chest; and her dad had paid good money for it. She smiled and bit on her bottom lip when he kissed her thigh where his hand had been. She listened to his excitement about the party his frat brothers were planning. He did love his presidential duties, no matter how exhausting they sometimes turned out to be. He was high up in the social chain in school, and was running the fraternity with the most parties; it was a very convenient position to occupy.

She was halfway through unbuttoning her shirt when he mentioned he needed to study for a big test. ”Oh, I’m sorry!” she said, and started buttoning her shirt back up. ”I’d hate to be a distraction to you, baby.” she finished, getting off the table to go grab her stuff and leave. She knew very well how important Flint’s studies were to him; he would never let his father down, and bringing home news of failing would do the trick.

[Flint Montgomery]

He really did like Ella besides the physical part and while she was great there in that department she was overall just a good girlfriend; period. Which is why he had confided in her some of his closest familial secrets. She was the first person who knew about the escalating marital issues with his father and mother. And that was because he explicitly trusted her. More than anyone.

He knew that a lot of this made him vulnerable given if anything would ever split the two but often like she said, they were friends too, not just boyfriend/girlfriend.

The word study seemed to have been the one to trigger Ella for rethinking the avenue they were about to go down because he had never seen her hop up so quickly. She had grabbed her things and rushed towards the door, leaving him saying, "But - but..." in her wake.

He removed himself from his seat and rushed after her, calling her name evey step of the way. Once he reached her, he slipped underneath her small frame and reached the door first, closing it by pressing his back against it. 

He shook his head but lowered it as well, hoping that she could understand. "I don't want you to go. Stay with me? Please?"

And he took her hand and brought her close to his chest, holding her and caressing her hair. He placed a firm kiss to the top of her head.

"We don't have to do anything but talk... just," he said amid a sigh, and continued, "stay with me."

[Emmanuella Bourguignon]

Ella had clearly over reacted to the situation. She knew Flint wasn’t kicking her out of his room, and she knew he never would, but the simple thought of getting in the way of his studies, especially knowing how his dad would feel if he failed on top of his failed marriage would have been enough to send anyone over the edge.

He had followed her and slipped in between her and the door, holding it closed with his back and standing in between her and the only way out. She sighed softly and smiled, defeated; who could ever resist such a request?

She wrapped her free arm around his waist and ran her hand softly over the small of his back, smiling as he kissed her head. ”Of course, I’ll stay with you.” she said, then kissed his neck and looked into his eyes. ”If you’re sure I won’t be getting in your way.” she said, serious. She honestly wanted to spend as much time with him as she could, especially when she knew he was dealing with family issues.

She knew she was one of the few he talked to about his family, so when there was a crisis, she was the only one who could do anything to comfort him and the only one he could talk to. She tugged on his hand and pulled him over to the bed, then sat down and patted the place next to her.

[Flint Montgomery]

Flint had felt good when he saw the smile erupt on EllA's face. He had won her over and he nearly gave off a sigh of relief but instead placed an arm around her shoulder as she hugged his waistline.

"You won't be," he said as she held onto him. 

As they walked over to his bed, he sat down beside her and he took her hand into his. Monty knew that he had not exactly been there for her as much as he would have liked. Either soaked into frat business or on the phone with his dad counseling him more than listening. Which had lessened their tine together.

He raised his eyes to look into hers and gave her that natural and not put-on puppy dog stare. Not smiling but not frowning either, he kept her hand into hers. 

His voice was soft but serious, solemn but sincere enough to let her know that he was trying. "I know we've had a hard time connecting recently besides just physically. I do want you know that I want to do better. I am trying."

He looked past her on a shelf where he saw a picture of the two during a New Year's eve bash. They were so happy in that picture. Her smile so bright and wide that it made Monty know that she was happy with him. Now he just was not quite so sure. Especially with his mind being on his father.

He leaned in closer to her and added excitement behind his voice. "So let's plan something. Romantic. Just the two of us. No family talk - especially not mines. And just enjoy ourselves. Me and you, like ok'd times. What'dya say?"

[Emmanuella Bourguignon]

As much as Ella hated admitting, she also felt like she and flint needed to work on connecting more, like they used to. She always posed as an independent young woman, who didn’t need anything or anyone but ever since she and Flint has started focusing more on the physical aspect of their relationship she started feeling like it was going down the drain.

They talked, of course. They cared about what the other was thinking and feeling but they had started to seriously neglect the more emotional side of their relationship, and everytime either one of them was going through some sort of crisis that didn’t involve their relationship, they realized how much they missed sharing that strong emotional connection.

Her eyes followed his, but she didn’t have to turn around to know what he was looking at, that was one of her favorite pictures of all times, and it was without a doubt, her favorite picture with him of all times. They had had some fun that night, it was definitely memorable.

She smiled when he mentioned they had to do something romantic together, just the two of them. she had thought about it in more than one occasion, but something always came up, her thoughts never came through, not with everything else getting in the way, but before he was even done, she was already nodding her head fervently in agreement.

”Okay!” she said, excited. ”I’m game, of course! What do you have in mind? Enjoy the weather and have a picnic by the lake outside of town like when I was a freshman?” she asked, knowing very well he remembered how that night turned out.

[Flint Montgomery]

To everyone else Flint was an asshole and a big one. To Ella he was a friend and a boyfriend. But recently he had felt like he had been an asshole to her too, which now that he thought about it, it was so easy for her to stand up and leave like that. Truthfully it hurt bad and he felt like he had ruined someone that meant a lot to him.

The one thing he did like about moments like this is that they would always come back to realize what was important to them, and that was each other. Which showed also when she ready to leave because she was willing to let him study.

He smiled when she offered a suggestion and the truth was she hit it out of the park on the very first suggestion. He laughed aloud and nodded. 

"Yeah, I would like that. But I want you to like it too, sweetheart," Flint said, still all the more looking into her eyes.

Flint was never one to proclaim marriage and a future with kids but Ella he never ruled it out. On the outside she may not seem like the type but he knew her heart. He knew she meant well and probably even loved him more than she cared to admit.

It made Flint realize that this could be something more than a college fling. And that could only make his heart skip a beat. He glanced at her and said aloud, "You deserve so much. More than I give but I will do more. Because... I really really do care about you."

[Emmanuella Bourguignon]

Ella wanted a future with Flint more than she would ever admit. She saw herself marrying him and building a family together. Not right away of course, it was a distant future, but whether or not it was a distant future, he was a part of it.

She smiled and bit her bottom lip in excitement when he laughed and approved her idea, and felt truly touched when he mentioned how it had to be important for both of them. he really did care about her, as she did him, but they were never the kind of couple who spend time actually showing each other just how much.

”Of course I like it, I’ve been wanting to go there again since the first time!” she said, smiling and leaning close to him, touching her forehead to his for a couple of second and looking into his eyes, before retreating to her previous position with a smile on her lips.

Ella thought about the idea of losing Flint, and it made her stomach turn. What was that weird feeling? Could she say she loved him? She knew she cared a lot about him, and she hoped he cared for her at least half as much as she cared for him, but did the feeling go any further?

”I hmm…” she tried to say something, anything to him right away when he answered her unspoken question. ”I really care about you too.” she said, bringing a hand to his face and caressing it softly. ”More than I can admit.” she said, looking down at her legs and tucking her hair behind her ear, avoiding Flint’s gaze.

[Flint Montgomery]

Generational curses. That's what Flint thought all of this was. His father too found it very hard to show a woman the attention she needed; hence the divorce. And that's why Flint felt like it was needed in order to amend things connection wise in their relationship:

He had hoped that their strong caring for one another would change the dynamic but Flint saw himself failing in the same area his father had. And that brought s pain to his heart that he never felt before. He had failed numerous times at a whole lot of different things but the one did he did not want to fail at was his relationship with Ella.

The smile and laughter from Ella brought a red colorng to his cheeks and felt his skin grow warm there. He postured his body and leaned over to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Then that's where we'll go," Flint said I'm response to her.

But what came next for Flint was a brief moment of awkwardness. Ella could not formulate the words that she wantdled to say and instead said she only liked him alot. Flint mentally shrugged, because he guess he couldn't blame her, he couldn't say it either. But that didn't mean he did not feel that way.

Most was fear. Protection of his heart. And his father and mother's divorce had a part to play. Could he trust women? Could he trust himself?

But if wanted to change, he'd have to take a leap of faith. "I love you Ella." it was blunt, unscripted and unorganized but it was the truth. But even Flint knew that these next three seconds for these next three words he will or will not receive.