&& HAVE FAITH IN ME / chesslincoln .

[Gage Lawrence]

i said i'd never let you go and i never did

It had been a long month or so since I had left California and taken my little "vacation" away from everything. It was typical actually, running from the things most didn't want to have to face. It was a fight or flight situation, though I had the best of both worlds with that one. In fact, it hurt a small amount to think that was the last image Chess had had of me before I up and left without notice; throwing punches at her boyfriend and storming out of the apartment, that is. I had refused to maintain any form of contact with anyone, I simply left, and where I went or what I did was in oblivion to everyone. Nor did I have any plans of changing that, for I felt it unnecessary for anyone to hold that in their knowledge; it was not important. But naturally, Chess had been the downfall of me, and I was drawn to her like a magnet, however cliche that analogy was. I no longer had a desire to run from her, or the fact that she was probably with Alex now. It didn't matter, I just had to be there. Her presence just..completed me.

I hadn't even been in town for an hour, but I immediately stopped by my old apartment, which I was surprised it was still mine, actually. With a small smile, my newly scarred up arm reached over to pat Hemingway's little Bulldog head as he peered over the passenger seat. "We're home." I muttered lightly before flinging the Chrysler's door open and grabbing as much as my belongings as possible. After a few trips from the car to the apartment, I had dropped all my stuff off. I literally just dropped it off, onto the couch, floors, tables. My anxiety got the best of me, knowing Chess was only a floor or two away. No matter how awkward or tense things might have gotten, it hadn't changed how much I longed to hold her again, nor had it changed the fact that I was going to see her at once.

I offered another quick pat to Hemingway before closing the door, not bothering to lock it. My pace quickened as I headed for the stairs, putting out a cigarette I had smoked while moving my stuff back in. Surprisingly, I wasn't high. It just proved one more thing that Chess seemed to be more important than, and damn, that was a big thing. A few steps were skipped as I bounced up the stairs, speeding to her door in moments. I raised my fist, noticing the cracks along the door from Alex and I's altercation. With a sigh, my fist came down, giving a few knocks on its wooden frame. The moment she opened the door, maybe before she even noticed who the hell it was, my arms would wrap around her and caress her in the hug I had waited far too long for.

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i said i'd never let you fall and i always meant it

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status ; complete
tagged ; cheshire lincoln
words ; 497
lyrics ; have faith in me - a day to remember
notes ; he's back!(:

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[Chess Lincoln]

inside of my heart,
you were there from the start.

In all honesty, i didn't want to lose the things that made me.. well, me. Yet, in the events that seemed to tumble down and become either my fault or not, those things just seemed to be more apparent to occur than others. And to happen more often to me. I think it might have been a reason to try and break me more than what the events of my life already had. I mean, it wasn't easy to have to grow up trying to do things all secretly. It was a huge ass pain to do so, but you know, i did it anyway. I was a trooper! I guess... thats putting it lightly. I'm more closely related to the one that tries to fight but always gets wounded and put right back out in battle. Thats how my heart felt right now. And i couldn't help the fact that i just kept getting hurt. I obviously couldn't find the right shelter to keep those bullets from piercing my being over and over again. My invisible walls that i once believed were some kind of magic force field were being torn down little by little, to a point where you couldn't even consider it to be a force field. It sure as hell wasn't protecting me from anything.

Anyway, i pretty much told the world to fuck off today so i could maybe get some sleep. My body was exhausted for fighting with myself emotionally so i was doing the best i could. I was snuggled up in my bed that was finally warm and just was laying in my pajamas; an over sized shirt that hung off a shoulder and some plaid shorts. However, my hair was straight and i wore the faint trace of eyeliner. I snuggled down into my bed until i heard a knock on the door. My anger and tension rose a bit as i grudgingly got out of the bed and clumsily and sleepily walked to the door; not even looking through the eye hole to see who it was. Instead i just opened the door, gazing at the figure in front of me for a millisecond before widening my eyes in amazement. I had thought for sure Gage was gone and had left this town forever.. Yet here he was. He seemed apologetic..in a way, and it just made me sure of my next actions and if they would be okay. It only took a few seconds for his face to register --of course, how could i forget it?! -- and right then and there i pretty much tackled him into a huge hug that i never wanted to end. I missed him that much, so much that just seeing him and feeling him.. and taking in his scent completely made my month so much better.

by your side, in your life, we'll never grow apart.

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for; gage lawrence
notes; IMISSEDHIM<3
the tunes; her - the blaqk year

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[Gage Lawrence]

i'm going crazy, there are things in the streets I don't believe

I was allowed one brief glance at Chess as she opened the door, rather unwelcoming, before I was strongly embraced, almost instantly. The fact that she looked as if she was ready for bed brought a small smile to my seemingly-drained face. I had seen her at absolute best, and her utter worst, but they were all simply captivating to me. She could have been dolled up with a mask of thick eyeliner and dazzling eyeshadow, equipped with an expensive outfit and deadly heels, though either way, it made no difference to me, and she looked like a million bucks. And that is, after pushing the fact that those little plaid shorts could possibly have been a pair of Alex's boxers, out of my mind. I really shouldn't have been so quick to jump to conclusions, but at least I wasn't about to speak my mind on the tense topic. I was completely oblivious as to the situation Alex and Chess were in. I didn't know for sure if they were dating, but it was, however painful, the only logical outcome I could muster.

I let my arms wrap around her tightly, my left cheekbone resting with care atop her head as I held her with a merciless grip. I lightly inhaled her sweet scent, especially her hair. I always liked the way her hair smelled due to the massive amount of dye she killed it with. The aroma of hair dye never failed to remind me of this girl. I closed my baby blue eyes, embracing her even tighter and whispering her name gently before allowing the silence to envelop us. I lifted her from the ground, wrapping her legs around my waist as I walked into her apartment and closed the door behind us. As I sat her atop the back of her couch, I pulled away from our hug slightly, laying my hands to rest at her sides. My baby blues gazed at her own hypnotizing stare for quite awhile, and another small grin tugged at the corners of my lips. My soft words fled from my mouth, almost as if they were rushed and begged to be released off my chest. "I missed you so much, Chess."

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so we'll pretend it's alright, and stay for the night

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status ; complete
tagged ; cheshire lincoln
words ; 371
lyrics ; have faith in me - a day to remember
notes ; [x

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[Chess Lincoln]

inside of my heart,
you were there from the start.

Happiness, filled truthfully, overcame my being. Words didn't even need to be exchanged between us, as far as i knew, we knew what each other was thinking. Thats exactly how it should have been, right? So why did i go with Alex in the first place if the one place that i truly actually felt whole was here with Gage. Just in his presence. I continued to keep my arms binded around him tight, pressing my cheek and half of my face into his chest so absentmindedly with wondering if it was a dream and he really indeed did come back to me. I kept him in that firm yet passionate hug that seemed to last forever to me. Thinking about Alex only made that grand feeling i had brewing in my stomach, begin to disappear. so no matter how wrong it seemed to be happiest with someone i wasn't dating, but still loved and regretted not dating-to be honest- thats just how it was, and how it happened. I wouldn't change it. Because to change me would be to change the one that Gage loved. Right? Right. I didn't even care about my appearance when it came to him. I felt comfortable around him without makeup on, without my hair done, without wearing those skimpy outfits i wore to keep me feeling good about myself; even if it was just eye candy. The point was that you could look, but god forbid you should touch.

Almost in an instant reaction, i clung to him as he lifted me up off the ground. I stayed in the hug but more, wrapped my arms around his neck as he moved us, and just rested my head into the crook of his neck. That is, until he set me down and said those words in a fragile yet frantic way that made me smile and my heart begin to pulsate. I gazed at him a moment, my bright green eyes held the hint of tears from frustration and unhappiness; but only if you looked hard enough would you see that. I was ecstatic that he was here. I tilted my head a little bit and kept my hands on his shoulders, using a hand and reaching up and setting my left hand on his right cheek; cupping his head a little. "Gage, you have no idea how much I've missed you..." I answered him faintly, but still greatly painted with that Finnish accent. I dropped my hand back to his shoulders and looked away a bit, flipping my lip ring from side to side and pondering on my next thoughts. "I'm sorry about everything that happened though... really i am." I allowed my words to float from my lips. Almost too timid to say the truth about the last time we had seen each other. It made me slightly frightened to look at him. Scared that it would make him remember it and turn around and leave again. But, all in all, i had to get it off my chest.

by your side, in your life, we'll never grow apart.

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word count; 508
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for; gage lawrence
notes; --
the tunes; her - the blaqk year

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[Gage Lawrence]

oh, what a world

I sensed and noticed the comfortability she maintained around me in whatever state or condition she was, and I absolutely adored it. I hadn't given her a reason to be uncomfortable around me, and I wasn't about to anytime soon. Why wouldn't she be? And she no longer had to impress me in outer beauty ways, for she was now on a different, higher, more admired level in my book. Don't get me wrong, she continued to impress me with every minute she spent with me, but in more important emotional ways, and the way she made me feel. No girl had ever before captured so vigorously and kept such a tight grip on my attention. None had ever had me fighting for them, chasing for them, longing for them. Hell, even Ashley hadn't had this kind of effect on me. Even just her name used to make me cringe, but now only made me laugh nonchalantly. The feelings I held for Chess were far different and more complex. They were real. They were feelings I hadn't been used to until recently, and feelings that I anticipated with such welcoming arms. It was safe to say that I was finally, truly in love with someone I could see myself spending the rest of my life with, already.

Spending time into how she looks, as with any girl, is merely materialistic and an aim to please the eyes, usually of the opposite sex. But I didn't mind. It wasn't like we were dating of course.. But if we were, I wouldn't have minded. Guys will be guys, they will look, they will hoot, they will whistle, they will do whatever their cocky, hot-headed selves do. Trust me, I am one. But it honestly didn't phase me. I was perfectly content with simply knowing Chess was mine. Well..we're still speaking hypothetically here so..I would be perfectly content in simply knowing Chess was mine. I wouldn't be trying to change the way she dressed, acted, or for that matter, express herself, just to boost my self-confidence in knowing she would be faithful or whatnot. As long as no one was touching, it really didn't matter. And maybe thats an odd characteristic of myself, different than most men. Maybe it gave off the wrong message,like I didn't care what my girl was doing, which is not at all how I perceive it. Its just the way I saw things. After all, I would want the same in return, and a relationship is a two-way street.

As I gazed into her beautiful emerald gaze, I could literally see emotions swarming around like frantic flies in a meadow, but at the moment, I as too uninformed enough or caught in the moment to decipher exactly what they were attempting to reveal. I lifted a hand to the side of her face as she spoke, my thumb stroking he cheek as I smiled a relieved smile, hearing the statement of her missing me as well. Good sign, I suppose. She then proceeded to apologize, and I wouldn't have it. My face grew a tad bit more serious as I shook my head left to right, softly trailing her lips with my thumb as if to silence her. "No, don't be. If anyone was to be sorry, it would be me, which I very deeply am." I paused, giving a small sigh and gazing around the room briefly, as if recalling the incident. "But I honestly would rather not even speak of it." With that, which I figured would benefit both of us, I gave a slight smile, returning my cerulean gaze to Chess.

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i'll keep you safe here with me

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status ; complete
tagged ; cheshire lincoln
words ; 609
lyrics ; have faith in me - a day to remember
notes ; ---

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[Chess Lincoln]

inside of my heart,
you were there from the start.

Silence over came my being as i felt his thumb gently trace my lips. Still, my bright green gaze revealed little as i kept my face turned a bit away from him. The ivory hue of my skin with my high cheek bones angled in full view of his own face. I quit saying what i wanted to as i heard him speak as well and his words seemed to fill that little hole that had been temporarily filled by Alex. Why it didn't last? College put him on edge. He would come visit me and be all bitchy... and if you knew me, i could be quite the one back. So some arguments really shook me deeply.. Exactly why my eyes carried the faint redness of what could possibly be tears and crying.. or mistaken for sleep deprivation. I bit down on my lip as i looked back at him. Angling my face so that it faced his own and took in a deep breath. Feeling the slight confusion within me, i noticed slowly as it began to fade away. Exactly as his eyes locked with mine. Keeping my gaze with his, it always seemed to remind me of those beautiful, stunning blues that were the first to be reasons of why i obsessed over them, in some aspects. I couldn't help but to smile slightly as he smiled back. Almost telling me that it would be okay. His words didn't really truly comfort me though. Except for the last part. Forgetting and not speaking about it? I could do that. And i would, because of Gage. Because of him, i would ignore that gut feeling in the pit of my stomach that was telling me that seeing him was wrong. Well you know what? Maybe... no, for sure. Dating Alex was quite possibly a mistake.

I chewed on my lip ring a bit before grasping his hand in mine and looking down. Locking my hand with his, i noticed the difference in our skin tones; his fingers pale and a clean palette. Mine, pale and covered with tattoos. the word ruin was spaced out between his fingers with mine. Curiously, i began to wonder if the label i had tattooed on my hands really were the root of my issues. man's ruin was something i was sure i was becoming to be. The thought bothered me a high amount, but i hid it well. Slightly sighing to myself, i searched my mind for a new topic. I remembered the other day of Alex and my argument. How i had gotten a tattoo about a month ago that they were questioning highly. I used my other free hand to put my hair behind my ear. A slight frown on my face as i did so. My happiness just drained from my body, along with my natural cocky attitude. As i lifted my arm, my once bare right arm had a bright new colorful tattoo. The design was an Alexander the Great shield with a guitar on it. Honestly though, i wasn't feeling great about it. Which was slightly why i was frowning to begin with. With Gage now back, he would be able to see that tattoo. Probably frustrate himself with it until i found out what it was bothering him... only to show him the one of his name. The timing had to be right though. For me, keeping surprises only for lightening the mood, was something i did all too often.

by your side, in your life, we'll never grow apart.

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word count; 584
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for; gage lawrence
notes;
the tunes; her - the blaqk year

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[Gage Lawrence]

if you didn't have this chance then i never did

My fingers continued to caress her defined cheekbones and chin before dropping back down to rest at her thigh. I noticed as she looked away frequently, facing away in such an angle that made it seem like I didn't have her undivided attention. I wondered deeply about what she was thinking of, stopping to ponder on my own assumptions, but never inquiring. I had indeed noticing the reddening of her eyes, perhaps the bags that began to form there, but I merely thought of them as signs of sleep deprivation or something along those lines. It never occurred to me that, if she was in fact with Alex, she was unhappy about it. She seemed so content with and around him that I suppose the thought just never begged to cross my mind. A long sigh found its way out of my lungs through my nose, but it was a quiet one, almost inaudible, as if I didn't want her to know the inquisition was bothering me immensely.

Finally my baby blues lowered from her own beautiful green eyes to watch as her tattooed hand trailed down my own tattoo-sleeved arms, interlacing her inked fingers with my clean ones. Most of the tattoos I had, along my arms, back, abdomen, and chest, were from Chess when she had first started. All but a few, and a new one of course.. It's like I had been her little genie pig as she experimented on me, and you could almost see the progression within the tattoos she gave me, the most recent ones clearly displaying how wonderful of an artist she was.

I then found myself examining her tattoos as I lost my train of thought in them, tracing over the ones that were all too familiar to me. Its like I could match up any memory or story she had once explained to me behind each tattoo of hers, before I reached a fairly recent one. It had to be less than a month old, because it wasn't there the last time I had seen her. It didn't take much time for me to figure out what it expressed, being a shield and heart reading "Alexander the Great". Even so, I couldn't bring myself to stop staring at it. It hurt as I, in no time at all, came to realize it symbolized Alex. It only confirmed my suspicions between them, though, what did I expect, walking out like I did? I sighed again, this time much more audible as I dropped my gaze to the floor. "Nice new ink.." My words were fatally quiet, and muttered in the least. I allowed my fingers to become untangled with hers, dropping them to the rest on the couch as if showing my sudden detest to be touching her now. I went and got the biggest tattoo I had on my entire body, that read her name and her name only, and she went and got a tattoo of someone that wasn't me. That didn't feel good. Cool..

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you'll always find me right there, again

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status ; complete
tagged ; cheshire lincoln
words ; 505
lyrics ; have faith in me - a day to remember
notes ; ---

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[Chess Lincoln]

inside of my heart,
you were there from the start.

With my hand tightly locked with his, i felt his tension. Not looking or giving him my attention wasn't from some kind of self conscience fate. It was more of a fact that i didn't want people to worry about me. I didn't want him, especially, to worry about me. Chewing on my lip I noticed as his eyes lowered to my tattoos and i just bit my lip harder. My eyes shutting as i tried to figure out the right time to show him what i had really done and loved. Not what it was that i had regretted, which was the most visible.. but what i enjoyed. What i was happy with. I knew that it was a possibility that i would never see him again. But you know, this is how it happened... I got it to remind me of the thing that meant the most to me. the person that meant the most to me. the one who means the most to me. Maybe I'm repeating that too much? Its just an overall reminder of the mistake i had officially made and was regretting. Though, to be honest.. the tension i felt with his words was bothering and bouncing from me and him back and forth like some argument. I lowered my head a small amount. One of those gestures of mine that were rare but upon occasion, occurred when i was unhappy. When something was going wrong with my morals in my body. Yeah. I really fucked myself over with this issue i had. It was a funny thing... Love was. though, it mostly resembled this phrase i had seen before. "love is a blind whore with a mental disease and no sense of humor." honestly, it couldn't be any better put.

I think what really hurt me right now was when Gage noticed the tattoo i had gotten for Alex. He removed his hand from mine and seem to not even care about me anymore. My head lowered just a tiny bit more and shut my eyes. Still feeling his presence there was comforting again. At least he didn't walk away, again.. yet. I rested my elbows on my knees and buried my face in my hands, letting the silence over come us so that i could pick out carefully the exact words i wanted to say. When i was finally sure, i took a deep breath and dropped my hands, keeping my head low. "yeah, well it was a mistake." My voice was painted with Finnish as i spoke those words so faintly. Chewing on my lower lip i lifted my head a bit to look at him straight. Without pausing, looking him in the eye; i allowed my eyes to reveal those emotions of unhappiness i felt.. but only for mere moments. "I have a more recent one i got about two weeks ago after realizing the mistake i had with his tattoo. You would like it..." I said softly, refusing to say Alex's name allowed, just so i wouldn't have to see the pain in Gage's face if the name was mentioned. Honestly, right now, if i saw that pain.. it would hurt me more than i was hurting right now.

by your side, in your life, we'll never grow apart.

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for; gage lawrence
notes;
the tunes; her - the blaqk year

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[Gage Lawrence]

they've got me on the outside looking in

I sighed. One last time. A deep intake of breath, then exhaled, something I was quite used to, just without the usually cloud of smoke spewing from my lips. I watched as she lowered her head, something I knew she rarely did. My eyes closed, my teeth gritting together within my closed jaw. I backed away from her, moving slowly to seat myself along the couch's armrest, my back to her now. I tried to shake it off, it just wasn't worth it anymore. Theres no need to be enraged or saddened. After all, he was her boyfriend, not me, as much as I hated to remind myself.

Her next words, about it being a mistake, brought a look of relief over my face, but I didn't allow her to see it. She then proceeded to inform me of a new tattoo she had gotten, and that I would like it. It was a bit of a shock to me as I had assumed, or hoped rather, that it had something to do with me. Though it may have been fucked up if it was about me, at the same time, for she had just gotten one about Alex. Whatever, I overlooked that fact. Besides, I was jumping to conclusions again. It may not have been about me, which is why I had waited to see, before letting her know I had gotten one of her as well. My words were said anxiously, and with a small hint of a relieved smile. "Y-yeah?" I turned, still seated, looking as if I eagerly expected her to show me this tattoo she spoke of.

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but i can't see at all

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lyrics ; have faith in me - a day to remember
notes ; ---

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[Chess Lincoln]

inside of my heart,
you were there from the start.

I noticed his back to me but for mere moments. My eyes stayed shut until i felt a shift and the emerald color was visible again that was outlined in some smudged black makeup, as he turned to face me a bit. easily, i maneuvered myself on the actual seat of the couch with my back to him. raising my overly large shift and sliding it off my torso, the view of a black lace bra was visible; but of which i seriously didn't care, and the huge ass geisha portrait i had always had on my back; but the words in dark black ink along my shoulder blades spelled "Gage Ryan" easily, with that heart monitor pulse running straight through it. The edges where it came one, tattooed to look like it was sewn in my skin. I turned my head a bit, looking over my shoulder best i could. "I got it, literally, two and a half weeks ago." I said softly. Offering him a slight smile. Hoping that it would put him in a way better mood than he was currently in. One could dream couldn't they?

I looked back ahead of me a bit and slipped the shift off all the way. Not caring that i was just wearing some shorts i had since i was younger, and a bra here in front of him. Things like this with Gage didn't bother me at all, oddly enough. But it bothered me when i was with Alex. Then again, thats because of that issue we were having about me apparently being too sexy for a tattoo artist. I was a tattoo fucking artist, and i needed those sexy clothes because they showed my tattoos i had. It made sense to me, not to them obviously.

by your side, in your life, we'll never grow apart.

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for; gage lawrence
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the tunes; her - the blaqk year

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[Gage Lawrence]

with the weight of the world on my shoulders

I watched quietly as she shifted her position, undressing slightly, enough to allow the portrayal of the tattoo she was speaking of. It brought a wondrous smile to my face, literally a full-blown, open-mouthed, teeth-showing smile. I read my name across her shoulders in a font that symbolized a heart sort of, racing. I simply stared at it for a few vast moments, not saying anything but holding dear appreciation and pride for the permanent mark on her body. One she said she was actually happy about too.

"Well.." I spoke finally, turning my back to her once more an reaching my hands down my sides to lift my shirt over my head and off my tattooed body, flicking my beanie off in the process to reveal messy hair. Whatever, like I cared. My tattoos were fully exposed now, each and every one Chess probably knew like the back of her own hand by now. Except for one. I had recently gotten her first full name tattooed along my back, shoulder to shoulder, fairly largely. I grinned, though she couldn't see it, to the wall as if more pride overcame me. I faced away from her, giving her time to notice it before turning around and maintaining the same grin. I had noticed she had taken her shirt off, and remained seated in only a black lace bra and shorts. It hadn't phased me, and I simply threw my tee into the corner of the room.

Again i sighed, something I often did and became unnoticed, but it as a pleased sigh, again relieved. Silence enveloped us and moments passed before I rose, seating myself next to her. I stroked her hair once more, smiling as I gazed into her own eyes. Leaning in, I gently kissed her velvet-soft lips. I knew she knew she could pull away at any moment, and I'd understand. Though some cocky feeling deep within me assumed she wouldn't. I wasn't rushing anything though; kissing had sort of become a normal, friendly thing between us, well, was, as well as, at least a way that I could, express my love to her. One kiss, and that was all I gave, not wanting to seem forward. I then scooted back in my seat, ducking down and laying my head lightly on her lap and dangling my feet over the arm-rest I had previously been seated atop.

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they just wanna see me fall

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status ; complete
tagged ; cheshire lincoln
words ; ---
lyrics ; have faith in me - a day to remember
notes ; image reference for his tattoo(: it has three hearts instead of three stars, in the left corner, though(;
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[Chess Lincoln]

one may think we're alright,
but we need pills to sleep at night.

I chewed on my lip some as i turned to face him, to see the happiness growing in his being. It made me feel relieved, slowly but surely. It was true. It was the only one that i had that i really seemed to actually be happy with. Alex's was a mistake, Gage;s... had no reason to be a mistake. I knew i loved him from the beginning, but i didnt think i could be anything compared to what he once had and seemed to not be able to get over. He seemed happy, which was all i cared about. Then he slid his shirt off and i looked at the sleeve of his, which i knew pretty well, and the other tattoos along his body, until he turned. I saw the word and my heart seemed to skip a few beats. I smiled, brightly, for the first time, truly meaning what i did. Taking a deep breath, i just exhaled slowly, contently, as he turned to face me once more. He then sat next to me which i was quite happy with, and.. looking into his amazing stunning eyes, he kissed me. By now, i dont think i couldve been happier.

I went to kiss back, but he had pulled away, probably thinking i wouldnt kiss him back because of alex. As far as i was concerned right now... alex didnt exist. Either way, he pulled away, and layed his head on my lap. I smiled contently and ran my hand along his chin, up his cheek bone, and ruffled his hair some in a loving playful way, before i leaned down some and placed a gentle kiss on his own lips. The reverse kiss actually seeming romantic to me as i pulled away, but continued to keep my right hand resting on his chest and my left hand stroking and gently running my fingers through his black hair.

we need lies to make it through the day, we're not okay.

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for; gage lawrence
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the tunes; pills - the perishers

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[Gage Lawrence]

it's really good to hear your voice,
sayin' my name, it sounds so sweet

I sort of figured she'd attempt to kiss me back, before I pulled away. And as I laid my had upon her lap, I knew she'd reach down for another one, having not gotten what she wanted. I smiled a bit afterward, my hands trailing down her velvet-soft legs as I rested there contently. My baby blues once more gazed into her own breath-taking emeralds before I sat up once more. Both my hands slid around her beautifully-carved face and I leaned in, pressing my warm lips to her own. I repeated the action a few more times, before pulling away and sliding over some with a sigh. I looked over to her a few moments late, a slight frown being bore upon my pale face. "I-we shouldn't be doing this.." I stated simply, heaving another soft sigh. Obviously, I was concerned about her relationship with Alex, and quite frankly, didn't want to get in between them once more, having no knowledge of what was going on with them, at the moment. The magazine article I had read earlier, didn't really provide me with anything I didn't already know, which wasn't exactly what I was hoping for.

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comin' from the lips of an angel,
hearin' those words, it makes me weak

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tagged ; cheshire lincoln
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lyrics ; lips of an angel - hinder
notes ; ---

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[Chess Lincoln]

one may think we're alright,
but we need pills to sleep at night.

I kept my gaze on him, finally feeling extremely content there until he moved. I felt happier as his hands slid around my face and he began to kiss me. I smiled some and returned them the best that i could. But i did find it really cute how he seemed to not 'let' me, but knew that i would get them back to him. I slid my arms easily around his torso, snuggling closely into him. I pullled away a bit and noticed his slight frown and then his words. I just shook my head and slid my arms back to my sides; bringing my knees up to my chest there on the couch and wrapping my arms around them and looking over at him thoughtfully. "I guess. But you make me feel whole again, Gage. Alex just tears up that hole of my parents because of all the arguments we keep being caught up in. You make me feel better. You and only you." I said softly, and turned my head so my chin rested on my knees as i listened in for a response, not really looking back at him for a bit.

we need lies to make it through the day, we're not okay.

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[Gage Lawrence]

and when you smile

As she hugged me, I hugged her back, not letting go until she reclined back into the couch and cradled her legs. I listened to her speak, finding comfort in her words but fault as they kept returning the same questions to me. I now thought it best to fully speak my mind, and the inquiries that nagged at me were finally out in the open. "Then why didn't you pick me, Chess?" My voice ws soft, and quiet, sounding somewhat defeated as I shook my gaze from hers and instead stared at my lap, uttering another. "Why aren't we together..?" Breathe in, breathe out, in the form of yet another slow sigh.

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the whole world stops and stares for awhile

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