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Post by Gage Lawrence on Jul 13, 2011 2:16:18 GMT -5
tonight I'm finding a way to make the things
[/i] ____________________________________[/center] After quietly agreeing that Chess would tag along with me on the ride home from Starbucks, we had embarked on a seemingly endless and slightly awkward car ride, with nothing but A Day To Remember to kill the silence. A few more twists and turns, and we were parked out front my new home. It was a gorgeous 2-story house, completely white, with blue shutters. It was much too beautiful, and large, for a single guy like me to be living in. But, I figured I'd get the most out of the money I got. Why not, right? Besides, it was the perfect house to host some dope parties.
As if there wasn't time to spare, I flung open the door of my Tahoe and hopped out. Slamming it behind me, I retreated toward the front door, not bothering too much to check if Chess was on my heels or not. Where else would she go? I fiddled with my keys, first assuring that my car was locked, before opening the door to my house. The sound of Hemingway's nails slipping across the wooden floor, where he was usually found sprawled out, as he hurried to greet me brought a small smile to my face. "Hey, buddy." I murmured, kneeling down to pat the bulldog's beefy head, while his stub of a tail went nuts in his unnecessary excitement. I laughed softly and I rose, figuring Chess would be in any second.
I glanced around the bare living room, groaning almost inaudibly at the boxes that were in need of being unpacked. Everything looked well enough though, except.. I sauntered over to the kitchen counter, though slow enough as to not be so obvious. Opening one of the drawers, I removed the two pipes, tin foil, and jar from the top of the kitchen counter and placed them next to the needles and other drug paraphernalia that were in the drawer as well. I sniffed, rubbing my nose as if nothing happened and shifted my glance back to Chess and Hemingway, closing the drawer lightly behind me as I walking back toward the entrance of the house. "It's not much.." I said softly, shoving my hands in pockets, and fully aware that the house was indeed, much.
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Post by Chess Lincoln on Jul 13, 2011 13:49:08 GMT -5
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YOU LEFT ME WITH THESE BROKEN LIES.The ride there was way too quiet, and I spent a majority of it lightly tapping my fingers to the beat of the songs that came on. It wasn’t any obnoxious sound; for it was a silent dance that my fingers had done as to not annoy Gage. I took silent deep breaths upon occasion and inhaled with wonder when we arrived at his house. My bright green blue eyes scanning every inch of the huge house that Gage had just for himself. It was really interesting to see what all his money could buy besides drugs. Once we parked, I stepped out of the car and closed the door behind me. Not nearly as hard as Gage had done, but enough to be sure that it was closed. I exhaled and followed him closely even though he didn’t turn to look back at me.
Once the door was opened, I heard the pitter patter of paws as this bulldog appeared. A small smile instantly grew on my face. He stepped in after petting the dogs head and headed over to the kitchen. I stepped in and shut the door, kneeling down to pet his dog. Smiling brightly and contently as I rubbed the bulldogs head, I took a glance around the room before turning my attention back onto the dog. “Hey there. My, you’re a cutie.” My Finnish voice purred to the dog before I stood up and nodded to Gage as he spoke to me. “its not much.” I raised my eyebrows slightly before rubbing a hand on my tattooed neck with a small laugh. “Its not much? It’s gorgeous, Gage.” I said softly, taking a few steps and allowing myself to head into the living room where the boxes were. I shrugged off my jacket and set it on the arm of a couch before turning to look at him.
Gage, the guy that I couldn’t get enough of. I couldn’t help but to feel the urge of getting close to him. It was a feeling I knew I wouldn’t feel at all if ever again. I bit down on my lower lip slightly and folded my arms across my chest and lowered my eyes slightly. I wasn’t sure where to start or what to say until I took a deep breath. I glanced around the room once more before raising an eyebrow. “So, where do we start?” I asked in a friendly, calm tone. My eyes watched the boy in front of me, feeling that longing again. But pushing it aside as I realized it couldn’t happen again. At least not for quite some time.
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& I LET YOU. outfit; here.tagged; gage lawrence notes; <33 translation; -- inspiration; god bless you – black veil brides.
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Post by Gage Lawrence on Jul 13, 2011 18:15:46 GMT -5
tonight I'm finding a way to make the things
[/i] ____________________________________[/center] A grin grew brightly across my face as Chess and Hemingway interacted. It was safe to say that my bulldog was like my child, and it was nice to see my child and the love of my life warming up to each other, so to speak. The silly thought left my mind as quickly as it had entered, as Chess responded to my remark. I smiled softly toward her. "Well, I'm glad you like it." I spoke, gawking at her again before tearing my gaze away once more. And it was the honest truth, that I was glad she liked it. After all, I knew somewhere deep down inside myself that there was nothing I wanted more than for her to be here, living with me. It was a start, if she liked the place, right?
Where to start was right. My small smile transformed itself into an unamused frown. I lifted my hand, rubbing it along my black locks and down my tattooed neck. "Uhh.." I observed the many boxes, walking over to the piles and groaning at them. I hated moving, but then, why did I do so so often? Lifting the flap of one of the cardboard boxes, I opened it to find many kitchen utensils and whatnot. I laughed softly aloud, grinning toothily once more as I looked up at Chess. "Hm, since you are the woman.." I teased, lifting the stack of boxes and bring them to the kitchen counter, forgetting about the drawers I may not have wanted her to look through when she put things away. "How about you start on the kitchen?"
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Post by Chess Lincoln on Jul 18, 2011 21:52:40 GMT -5
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YOU LEFT ME WITH THESE BROKEN LIES. Turning to look at him, I heard his words and smiled lightly, in a friendly, compatible way. “Well, I’m glad you like it.” He said to me. I caught his gaze and smiled a cheesy smile before turning away to look at the boxes. Once he went through one little box, his next words made me pout playfully but result in a laugh I couldn’t help. “Hm, since you are the woman… how about you start on the kitchen?” I turned to face him with a shrug. “Sure. Someone’s gotta put the kitchen together. Lets see after I fix it up, how well you keep it. I’ll bet you money on that.” I shot a small wink over in his direction before smirking and walking over to the kitchen where he set his boxes down.
I opened up the flap of the top one and noticed that it was simple utensils. I looked around for a spot to put the forks, knives, and spoons; and turned on my heel picking a random door. I set it all into the little rack that came with the utensil box and went ahead and worked on the kitchen. Putting them all away before moving onto the next project within the box. I raised a small eyebrow at the next couple things I pulled out. They were lids.. where would I put lids? By the stove, obviously. I opened a random drawer and noticed all these strange utensils before my mind registered and I realized that they were used for anything drug related. Did I care? In a way, yes. In a way, no. It was his life and his decision, right? I closed the drawer as soon as I had opened it, pretty much, and went ahead to the drawer next to it; setting them in there. Though, I couldn’t help but to feel the confusion and wonderment in his choices themselves.
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Post by Gage Lawrence on Jul 21, 2011 1:15:23 GMT -5
tonight I'm finding a way to make the things
[/i] ____________________________________[/center] I laughed aloud at her remark about how well I would maintain the kitchen after she fixed it up, if I did at all. She knew me too well. My grin faded as I finally tore my gaze away from Chess, moving to fumble around in the other boxes as she began putting things away in the kitchen. In a way, her help made me feel like this was her house too. Like she was putting things where she wanted them in the kitchen, so she'd know where everything was when it came time to make us dinner everyday. This thought, and many similar to it, came and went for the next several minutes, until I finally willed myself to stop. They were silly thoughts really, and simple wishful thinking. I smiled to myself for letting myself dwell on them, but it was more of a frustrated smirk.
"Thanks for helping me today, Mads. I really appreciate it." I noted quietly, but just vocal enough for her to catch, as I continued to shuffle through the box before me. Eventually, I came up on a hefty stack of photographs. Flipping them over, I realized a majority of them were older pictures of Chess and I. Most of them had seen albums on Myspace, but many of them were candid pictures of both Chess and I. I wondered if she had even seen half of them before. There were so many, and I found myself lost once more as I looked through each one. There were pictures of us at the beach, pictures of us at the park, pictures of us at my old house, pictures of us everywhere. There were the pictures that captured Chess' more irritated moments, and the ones that captured her silly moments. There were good-morning pictures, and there were drunken party pictures. As I analyzed each and every one of them, I felt a growing pain in my chest, that began to spread through my entire body.
I hadn't noticed how much time had actually passed, holding one of the pictures up close to my face before the quick sound of a drawer opening and shutting willed my attention away from what I had been doing. But I didn't turn, I simply put the photos down and stared ahead. Obviously she had seen what I had in my drawers, and I cursed myself silently for forgetting about it all. I sighed quietly, tucking the pictures away, but not noticing as one of them slipped from my grasp and landed quietly in the middle of the empty room. I turned away from the boxes, watching as Chess carried on with what she was doing without a word. She was always the type to not stick her nose in other people's business, and keep to herself, no matter how much it bothered her, if she knew it was not her place to say something. And it had always been one of the many things I had admired about her. I slipped into the kitchen, coming up silently from behind her as she placed bowls and whatnot in their rightful places. I wrapped my arms around her, resting my chin atop her head and hugged her as I had so longed to do.
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Post by Chess Lincoln on Jul 21, 2011 16:19:10 GMT -5
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WHAT GOES ON BEHIND THOSE EYES OF YOURS? never did I stop putting things away where I figured they’d go that he could understand. I vaguely remembered the way his kitchen was set up in his old house, so I tried to model it off of that. With some success, I remembered where the pots went in his old house and put them in almost the same area as before. Now that I had things in order and a plan set out, I stayed focused on that. Not even thinking much about the silence that had developed and grown between us. It didn’t bother me because I was going through and keeping my mind on which spot the red skillet would go as opposed to keeping my mind on him. I knew that the more I let my mind wander on him, the more I’d want to feel his touch.
I stayed this way until his words tore me from my work. “Thanks for helping me today, Mads. I really appreciate it.” I turned my head to him and nodded, taking a deep breath. How was I going to respond to that? I knew that the way he called me Mads, made me think that we were finally over our little bump from last night; but I couldn’t have been too sure. I bit down on my lower lip, faultering in what I was doing before clearing my throat and continuing with putting the pans away. “You know, I don’t mind helping you with anything you need, love.” I said softly to him with a small smile, keeping my head facing whatever it was that I was doing. It took a ton of time, but finally I was onto the last box and the kitchen was filled up looking inhabited finally, and I noticed how silent he had become. He was looking at something intently, and as I reluctantly pulled my eyes from him, I continued to take the belongings of his out of the last box and put them away, setting them in an overhead cupboard that I had a small amount of trouble reaching. I gave up and looked down to dig in the box once more.
I heard him get up, but I didn’t turn my head at all. I didn’t want to seem like I wanted to see everything he did. So I let him roam free in what seemed like behind me. Then the unexpected happened. I couldn’t hear him anymore, and I paused in the box of bowls with slight curiosity before I felt his arms slide around my waist and his body against mine with his head on mine. Instantly, I tensed slightly from the unexpectedness. It wasn’t that awkward to me.. it was exactly what I wanted but wasn’t about to admit it. I let go of what I did with the box, and I couldn’t help but to feel my eyes burn. I turned to face him before wrapping my tattooed arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, burying my face in his chest. What was I thinking? I wasn’t sure. I just wanted this boy, and I missed him like no other. “I miss you… so fucking much.” I pretty much said into his chest, but I was sure he could understand. The silence that was the background music to our reconnection, made it easy to hear anything we said.
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Post by Gage Lawrence on Jul 30, 2011 1:56:48 GMT -5
tonight I'm finding a way to make the things
[/i] ____________________________________[/center] I felt her body tense up quickly at the sudden unexpectedness my hug had to offer, and it only made me hold her closer. My baby blues were hidden behind my black lashes as my eyes closed, and the resting place my head had found atop her own was unaffected as she shifted to face me. It was soon clear to me that her touch, and the way she wrapped her delicate, tattooed arms around me, was all I needed to fill the heartache I had been experiencing. I listened, though it didn't take much effort even though her face was buried in my chest, to what she had to say. In a way, what she had to say had killed me. I literally felt my insides drop, as I realized, yet again, the pain I had caused her once more. I lifted a tatted hand, flattening her teased hair as I stroked her head gently, replying. "I'm sorry.." It was quiet, and it was all I could reply with. I felt like if I said any more, I'd choke on my own words, and my eyes were already threatening to burn. Tears? It couldn't possibly be such..
Before I had much time to say or do anything else, Hemingway's playful snorts, and his nails skidding across the wooden floor, broke the silence. By the sound of it, he had obviously become very playful, and I could only wonder what in the bare room had caught his attention. Softly, but abruptly, I released Chess and turned to face the beefy bulldog. Clenched between his slobbering jaws was one of the pictures I had been staring at. How in God's name did he get a hold of it? My heart sank at the thought of Chess seeing it. I didn't really feel like reminiscing on old memories right now, at a time like this. It wouldn't necessarily be awkward, but it'd probably be heartbreaking, and only fuel my regret. I grunted slightly as I somewhat launched myself at the dog. "Hemingway, come here." My tone wasn't exactly as aggressive as I wanted it to be, after coming close to tears only seconds before, so the stubborn canine probably only found my attempt amusing, in the least bit. I sighed, nearing him but well aware of the outcome. The little dog ran the opposite way, well, waddled. He had then heaved himself at Chess, as if wanting to play fetch with his new.. discovery. My hand found my hair by habit, and I rubbed my hair and eyes with frustration and dread, sighing slightly loudly.
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Post by Chess Lincoln on Aug 2, 2011 14:22:38 GMT -5
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TAKE YOUR HAND IN MINE. His embrace wrapped me closer to him and I tried my best to keep the burning sensation in my bright green eyes to go away. It took awhile but I managed to succeed in that job. I bit down on my lower lip and kept my eyes shut as I felt his gently touch on my head. His next words were simple. “I’m sorry.” and all I could do was nod slowly. Then he let me go to take a look at the bulldog that happened to feel playful. I looked away and quickly took a deep breath to get my emotions back under control. I heard his words to the bulldog and turned back to see that the dog was headed towards me with something in his mouth. I raised an eyebrow and knelt down to meet up with him.
“Hey there, Hemingway. What do you have there?” I asked quietly as he headed toward me. I gently grasped the picture when he wasn’t looking and slipped it out of his mouth and smiled lightly at his frustrated face before my vision slid down to the image at hand. It was one of us.. Gage and I. from way back when. I honestly had forgotten about this picture. I stood up to my full height, which wasn’t truly all that much, and stayed silent for a few moments. “Gage..” I went to begin to talk.. before I faltered in my words and bit down on my lower lip, looking away for a few moments, with a hand covering my eyes. I exhaled slowly before removing my hand and wiping my cheeks of the tears that passed through and walked over to him. So we were within a comfortable arms reach of each other. “you keeping pictures of us means more than you could begin to imagine to me..” I said softly.
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