i wish this plague upon both your houses [cont.]

[Gage Lawrence]

IF YOU CAN'T HANG,

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I had assumed Chess had been given a ride to the New Year's party and didn't have her car there, so there we were, heading to my house in my Tahoe. I let a single hand grasp the steering wheel as I drove, the other laced with Chess's own hand in her lap. I laughed quietly as she spoke of hating me sometimes. It made me think of our entire past relationship for some reason. We never had a love-hate relationship. I honestly believed we were in love, and it blew my mind that I was at that point some time during my past. I was still young, and yet thinking about spending the rest of my life with this woman. But that was the past, and whether it was forced or natural, my feelings were changing. I was no longer picturing my life with Chess, I was picturing my night with Chess, and how easy my goals would be by the slur in her drunken speech. She was slowly becoming just like all the other girls I got with, and she didn't even realize it. It was a mystery if Chess would fade into just another memory, or if our relationship would grow again. I honestly had no idea if my feelings for her would reappear, or if I would still care for her more than I would want. Our future is always a constant guessing game, we're completely unpredictable. All I knew is that I didn't want to lose Chess, but I didn't want to be tied down again. It was manipulative really. I'm scum for it, and I knew it.

"Yeah I'll call right now and it should be there when we get there." I replied to Chess, almost forgetting to answer her question. I fumbled for my call phone as we approached a stoplight. I called the closest pizza place, not even feeling that hungry. The order was a simple pepperoni pizza and they already had my information with my cell phone number, luckily. I didn't feel like talking to anyone else right now. I hung up, tossing the phone into the cup holder and smiling softly at Chess. Pulling up to another stoplight, I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek gently.

After another 10 minutes or so, we were pulling up to the driveway of my old house. It was funny, when I had left, and I always figured I'd be back, so I kept the house in my name. It's not like I couldn't make the payments.. So there it was, still in tact and untouched, looking the same as it had when Chess had helped me unpack the first time I came back. I hopped out of the car, waiting for Chess before locking the doors. I still kept her hand in mine as we approached my front door. It was unlocked as usual, and the little pitter-patter of Hemmingway's paws across the wood floor were the only noise from inside. "Hey buddy." I murmured quietly, shutting the door behind Chess. "Pizza should be here soon." I spoke even softer than I just had, tossing my keys, wallet, and phone on the kitchen counter.

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TAGGED
chess lincoln.
LYRICS
sleeping with sirens
if you can't hang
NOTES
continued from here.

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[Chess Lincoln]

I fell in love from the moment we kissed..

Getting into the car, I made it perfectly without help. I wasn’t extremely drunk.. Just, heavily buzzed. Right? Right. That’s what I was going to go by. I took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly, holding his hand in my lap. Almost like it used to be. It felt like the way things used to be.. especially because my one track mind was on Gage and Isaac was nowhere to be found. I bit down on my lower lip, flipping my lip ring back and forth as I watched the headlights flash by, unsure of what I really should be thinking or doing currently. I was still rational, and I was hoping that I wouldn’t do anything real stupid to ruin what was going for me. Chances were that things were going to change, horribly, and I would be the root of it all. That’s the way my life always played out, anyway. So why not keep the streak going instead of trying to change what made me.. well, me.

“Yeah I’ll call right now and it should be there when we get there.” Hearing his voice gently breaking the silence of the moment, I just nodded. Not bothering to respond. Just running my thumb slightly nervously across his hand that was with me. Watching the stoplight as we reached it, I noticed after a moment from the corner of my eye where Gage had shifted before I felt lips against my cheek. I looked over at him with a half hearted smile and a heart that was racing for the Olympics. I looked down a moment at his hand and felt the blood rush to my ears slightly bringing on a headache of confusion and soon to be regret. I just watched the road until we got to his house. Stepping out and into the building that was familiar to me from only two visits, I noticed Hemmingway right away. Smiling down at the bulldog, I reached down to scratch him gently, listening to the little bulldog grunt/huff sounds they made everywhere they went, I couldn’t help but to laugh.

“Pizza should be here soon.” I nodded to him, standing up straight and running a hand through my bi-toned hair. I flashed him a witty smile before looking around. “So do you love to live in the dark, or have you not paid your light bill?” I teased, pulling my little wallet from my pocket and placing it on the kitchen counter as well. It would be way better off if I knew where it was instead of losing it somewhere and trying to find it later. That would just be a ridiculous maze. Once I had accomplished the task of the wallet, I pulled my green gaze to land on him again.

since then we’ve been history.

tagged; Gage Lawrence <33
notes; sleeping with sirens! Buahaha.
inspiration; if I’m James Dean, you’re Audrey Hepburn – Sleeping with Sirens