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Post by ava3 on Jul 19, 2009 20:20:59 GMT -4
OH PLEASE JUST SHOW ME SOME UNDERSTANDING, BABYjust trust my soul that i, i'm trying. Was it too ridiculous for him to be a little choked up right now? Was there even a right emotion that he should feel? Whatever it was, Garrett wasn't feeling well at the moment, with his intense fatigue not mixng well at all with the anxiety and sadness that came from his sour conversation with his boyfriend. Typed out words always cut through him worse than the physically spoken ones, in his opinion -- simply because you couldn't tell how those words were being said, that there was no voice and no tone that he could go off of in judgement towards the nature of the situation. Words always made things worse, written, and corrected grammar if you were lazy made a difference, too. And it was clear through the usage of periods with every line that was sent from the typing of Ace's fingers that this wasn't just some stupid play fight. Gare had legitimately made him mad for once, and while these things did happen from time to time -- even the happiest and most carefree had their days, no doubt about it -- whenever it did occur, Garrett had always been thrown into a state of panic. This wasn't Ace, it wasn't anything close to the bubbly positive and cute attitude he was used to. Somehow, he couldn't find any words for him, nothing was coming to his mind that could make Ace feel less than irked, a level that was not as high as anger but still up there; he said so himself. Once again he felt hurt, and in his mind, after he ran the whole conversation through his brain one more time after the thousand and one beforehand, even if Ace had told him that he wasn't a bad boyfriend, this whole thing was most certainly not helping him not think that thought; all it was doing was proving it true.
After a brief conversation that consisted of him kind of whining to Tallon about the current situation for about ten minutes, Garrett shut his laptop and set it aside, leaning back and stretching his body against his bunk on the tour bus. Resting his head against the palms of his hands, he messed up the back of his already kind of messy ginger hair, his pillow not helping the cause or want to keep his hair somewhat neat. His eyes weren't focused on anything, just staring straight at the bottom of the bunk that was above his head, and the quiet dead air on the bus was a little eerie to him. Silence never helped him, and he was all too used to Ace's mannerisms and his need to just do something instead of staying put in one place. Swinging his legs over his bunk, Gare walked into the main portion of the bus and grabbed the acoustic guitar that was resting on its stand near the lounge area. Playing guitar was almost as routine to him as drumming, but tonight his fingers were stiffened from his mood. Forming familiar chords, he started randomly playing some of his bands' songs, and somehow he was led to think about the first time he met Ace. They had been so young back then when All For Scarlet was listed for a New York show to support Pushing April, and it was backstage after the movement of equipment for sound check that the other boy had already noticed him enough, solely on the fact that he was a ginger and he was playing acoustic guitar to pass the hour that was left before doors opened -- from that moment, Gare had already concluded that Ace really was a ginger lover, what with Micah and Juliette being around at the time as well and his spastic moment over three gingers being associated with one band. And what was more that drew him in was the additonal information that he was British and wasn't just a guitar player, but also a drummer, the drummer and the singer of the band that was opening for his own. With three years gone by, together with each other, no wonder Garrett was paranoid with the things that he said and tried not to say (like how he was a bad boyfriend, or anything inappropriate that made Ace feel annoyed and uncomfortable around other people) -- it would probably kill him if he did anything that really drove Ace to the point of wanting to not be with him anymore, especially if it was something that was so stupid in to begin with. "I haven't slept in days, gradually constant and permanently pain," he sang, choking on the inside at the significance of the song that he had written long ago, just about his insomnia. Back when there was no one to mind his sleep patterns, no one as concerned over it as Ace.
"Stop and breathe, it was just an awful dream, a nightmare, a night scare, nothing to worry..." There was plenty to worry about, and although he wished that this episode was a dream, it wasn't. Why did he have such anxiety over it? His fingers left the neck, his face falling a little as his eyes and head as a whole felt heavier at the thought of his lack of sleep. Three days, almost seventy-two hours of nothing, with dozing here and there. It was one of his flaws, his failure at taking his medication, but while it was unintentional he didn't know why he didn't just do it whenever it was that he remembered to. It was another thing that most definitely made Ace upset, that he barely slept any hours lately -- oh the irony, he and Ace and even Hayden were all relient on pills that they should have been taking, except they didn't do it for whatever reasons. But trying and apologizing wasn't ever enough. Clearly. All that was running through his head was the thought of his boyfriend being mad at him; once again, whenever this did hapen, albeit sparingly, to tell the truth, Garrett was afraid of Ace. But this time, he couldn't seem to just wait it out like he usually did over their prior stupid arguments, which always ended up with a 'I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I was just being moody' or something similar to that from the older boy -- Ace may have been a boy but he sure as hell PMSed like a true girl. Setting his guitar back where he had retrieved it from, Garrett stood up and found his phone on the main table, finally fully charged after his forgetfulness to do so over the past few days. No messages or anything from Ace, and he ignored the ones from his band mates to come hang out at an apparent campfire-type thing that was going on between a few of the other bands on tour. Not even bothering to fix his hair -- a first for him -- he walked himself off All For Scarlet's bus and wandered in the dimming night light, his guides being the lot lamp posts that were scattered at various points, sticking out from the pavement to guide those who still remained at the venue at this hour. At least it looked pretty outside -- that in itself was a little calming, even if he was still twisting his ring on his finger around uneasily like he usually did when he was nervous.
Making his way towards where Pushing April's bus was parked, he figured that even if the rest of the band would be off participating in whatever tonight's festivity was, Ace wouldn't be with them. It wasn't exactly like him to pretend to be fine when he really wasn't, and around other people to boot. But even if this time was different, it was worth the time and effort to check the bus anyway. Anything for Ace was worth it to Garrett -- that was what it was; he loved him too much to even think that they were probably not going to talk for a day and a half or even more if this was serious and went on. There he went again, overthinking -- Tal's words were pretty accurate about how Ace probably wasn't as mad as Gare had interpretted it, but of course, Gare's thought process was anything but logical. Heading up and inside, he went straight towards the back of the bus and the bunks, but he found his boyfriend sitting in the common area by himself, slouched over and with his arms resting against his legs. With a deep breath, Garrett finally walked forward, sitting down next to Ace and putting his arm around him carefully after another moment, biting his lip as he looked down and to the source of the jingling that had started to reach his ear. His boyfriend was playing with his chain necklace, something he never seemed to ever be caught not wearing, probably as much as he wouldn't take off his own ring that they exchanged with each other on their last anniversary. "Acey, I love you," he said very quietly, genuinely as always if not more this time, "I'm sorry, I really am. Please don't be mad at me anymore." His fingers were now idly stroking the back of his boyfriend's soft hair in an attempt to calm any spread of anger or annoyance that would come from the other boy. For being the older one between the two of them, it was hard to tell whether or not Ace would be just pissy or if he would throw a complete tantrum like a five year old, or even do neither and just... well, just be himself. "Look at me? So I can say it to you for real, that I'm not thinking nor am I a bad boyfriend and you can believe me when I say it 'cause you're looking at me?" he asked, frowning and withdrawing his hand, now running it through his own hair. "Please?"
status. done, finally. tagging. sammy as ace words. 1678 notes. aw, gace ): gare is freaking out.
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Post by sammy1 on Jul 20, 2009 0:24:18 GMT -4
,[/size] ___________________________________________ Fights between Ace and Garrett were rare. Which was a good, no, a great, thing. First, it meant everything was great and second, Ace hated arguments of any kind, with anyone. It didn’t matter who it was, he hated them and tried his best to avoid them or stay out of them if an argument is between say, Travis and Ethan. Then again, he would butt in but not to take sides. Ace actually tries his best to mediate the situation as best he can because he can’t stand it when other people fight. Especially, if it’s between some of his best friends. Any kind of fighting Ace and Gare got into was usually on the playful side. They’d consist of which one was cuter or how much they loved the other. Playful. That was it. It never escalated to anything higher than that. But, last night was different. Ace hadn’t meant to get as angry as he did but something just snapped with him when Garrett referred to himself as a bad boyfriend to Ace. Sure, it’s probably a stupid thing to get mad over but Ace couldn’t help it. He really didn’t know why he got so mad and was so short with his boyfriend. To be honest, this may be the first legit fight the two have ever had in the three years of them being together. And Ace hated it. It had been at least an hour or more, maybe, since they had talked online where the fight had taken place. Yeah, of all ways to have a fight, it was over the internet. Not even in person. So, he could only imagine how the things Gare was saying to him were being said. Gare is never an angry person, so there was no chance that he was angry. It was just Ace. Ace was so stupid.
His heart sunk down to his feet practically when he thought of how freaked out Gare must be right now. Ace had cooled down a bit and wasn’t even the least bit angry anymore. When Gare said he was sorry he meant it. Ace knew he meant it. But he was just too stupid at the time to give him more than a one word response. He felt so fucking awful. He couldn’t believe how much he had overreacted at what Gare had said in the first place. Sure, he had a right to get a little irked but no where near as angry as he had gotten. Gare had apologized for what he had said quite a few times and each time, Ace gave him a lame response in return. Gare didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve what emotions he could be experiencing right now. And since Ace knows that boy better than anyone else, he knew that Gare was having a legit panic attack and Ace could only blame himself for that. He felt so horrible, he decided to stay in the tour bus for the rest of the night as some sort of punishment. The rest of the bands on tour were at some festivity around the tour grounds. But Ace refused to go. When his bandmates started questioning him why, he just shook his head and holed himself up in his bunk with the curtain drawn until they all left. Now, he was seated in the back lounge of the bus, staring at the floor. Why wasn’t he moving? Why wasn’t he sprinting across the tour grounds looking for that redhead to apologize to him for acting so stupid? Maybe Gare was mad at him now. Ace hadn’t called or anything since their fight. Then again, Gare hadn’t tried reaching him either. But he had told him to come find him when he felt like talking. Soooo, why wasn’t he going to find him? Ace wanted to, he really did. But he was afraid to because he felt so bad.
Fighting with your significant other really makes you all nostalgic. Ace thought about when they had first met, five years ago. All For Scarlet were supporting Pushing April at a date in New York. Ace had always had a thing for redheads and his jaw was practically on the floor the entire day. He hadn’t seen so many gingers in one place before. Not only were the band all redheads but their crew even were. It was ridiculous in the best way possible. But one specific ginger had caught his eye that day, and his name was Garrett Morgan. Not only did he sing for the band but he was a drummer just like Ace. That was one thing in common, he had noted. Whenever they had hung out after that, Gare would serenade Ace, whether he asked or if it was just out of the blue. Every single time that boy opens his mouth, Ace melts a little inside. That british accent of his, that he hates so much, Ace loves. Though he had discovered a couple months into their relationship that Gare was a tad inappropriate with the things he said, in public and when they’re alone. Ace isn’t sure why but he can’t stand it when they’re around other people but when they’re alone, he’s perfectly fine with it. Some of it is just too inappropriate for others to hear. The two are always together. Ace probably couldn’t take it if they weren’t. Nope. No way. He wouldn’t survive it. He loves that boy so much, he can’t even really put his love for him into words. Gare is really the reason he gets up every morning, (besides the band or his stupid alarm clock). Sometimes, Ace will ignore the alarm every morning and Gare will end up calling him to get him up. Hearing that british accent motivates him to get up. To do anything, to be honest. He can’t imagine ever being without him.
Ace sighed heavily, and he pulled his legs up, resting an arm over his knees. His other hand, the free one, started playing with his chain necklace. He’s never seen without that on. As well as the ring on his left hand. That ring felt more a part of him than his hair. It was a symbol of Ace and Gare’s love for each other and a promise that they’d always be together. Yeah, sure, okay, promise rings are so high school and cheesy. But whatever. The two of them are cheesy. They know this, everyone knows this. So, they don’t care. Ace had heard the bus door creak open, he heard the soft footsteps coming down to where he was. He didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. He already knew. As he sat down beside him, Ace felt a breeze, but was still feeling too bad to even look at him. Then an arm wrapped itself around Ace’s shoulders, cautiously, too. Gare was probably nervous that he was still angry with him and would snap for touching him. As much as Ace wanted his touch right now, he was a little surprised. Gare wasn’t angry with him after all. Then came that damn british accent that makes Ace melt and can never say no to. He felt even worse at his boyfriend’s pleading tone and the hand playing with his hair lightly made him get that fuzzy, tingly feeling circle his lower stomach. Gare was trying. He was really trying here. Ace decided to quit being so fucking stupid.
Lifting his head up, Ace’s blue eyes locked on Gare’s brown ones. They were pleading with him and they seemed hurt. Which only broke Ace’s heart and made him feel horrible all over again that he, Ace, made him feel like that. He really was stupid. “No, Gare, I should be saying sorry to you. Oh my god, I’m so stupid,” he scolded himself, taking his right hand and smacking himself in the face. “I overreacted. There was no reason for me to get so mad at you and I love you so much and I’m so sorry. Sorry for making you feel like this and possibly have a panic attack and I’m so so so so so so so sorry. You have no idea how sorry.” Taking a deep breath, Ace had been talking a million miles a second. Everything he had been thinking just spilled right out of his mouth. Word vomit, you can’t stop it. “I wouldn’t blame you if you were upset with me now,” he said quietly and a bit more slower this time. Ace dropped his head, his brown hair flopping over his eyes as he stared at the floor again. No matter how hard he tried, he still felt unbelievably bad.
STATUS done. TAG ava as gare. WORDS 1502, blah. NOTES sapsapsapsap, that’s all this is D:
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Post by ava3 on Jul 21, 2009 1:36:46 GMT -4
OH PLEASE JUST SHOW ME SOME UNDERSTANDING, BABYjust trust my soul that i, i'm trying. At least he didn't flinch when he put his arm around him. With another long sigh, Garrett once again bit down on his bottom lip in consideration of what to do next, and after he had withdrawn his fingers from playing with Ace's hair he was suddenly met with his boyfriend's eyes. Those pretty blue eyes that were always covered, masked by Ace's pretty brown hair. They locked gazes, and though Gare tried to mask his concern, worry, and anxiety in his look, there was just no hiding it now and he couldn't even use his own hair as a barrier like Ace could -- it wasn't that long anyway. He instantly felt bad, too, and he also winced when he watched and heard the impact of his boyfriend's hand with his face. "Hey now, there's no need to do that," he said with a worried frown, his face a real-life picture of the D: that he was prone to using as an emote through his online conversations. He moved his hand to touch Ace's cheek, thumb and index finger stroking his skin wherever he had hit himself before brushing a bunch of his hair out of the way. He would've said something more, but of course, Ace was talking really really fast, like a person that was on a permanent fast-forward on a dvd or something. And yet, the way Ace did that never ceased to make Garrett's heart flutter -- he was just so cute, even if he was a little bit crazy and all that because of his ADHD. Him bouncing off the walls almost every minute of the day while talking a million miles every second was just what made Ace, well, him -- and it was something that Garrett would always appreciate and love. "Baby, If I could count how many times you said 'sorry' in the last two minutes, I'd have myself five whole dollars," he said with a small smile, his nerves definitely looser now that Ace had said sorry and expressed his own distress at this happening. "You're not stupid, Princess. I'm the one that's stupid. You're the silly one, remember? And stop it. It's okay. We both overreacted."
So he was worried that he had a panic attack because of this. Even if it may have been true, of course Garrett would never admit it, especially if there was a chance that he could get away with not even acknowledging it even if Ace had mentioned it before. "Breathe, Acey. It's okay. Really, it is." See, no acknowledging. He let out another sigh, and his hand moved back to Ace's hair, brushing it aside and away from his cheeks and the rest of his face. When Ace hung his head, Garrett leaned down and moved closer to to him, their sides touching before Garrett moved his arm to wrap around Ace's shoulders again, pulling him closer and completing the hug with the opposite arm. Gare hugs were amazing and could cure almost anything. "I love you," he repeated, moving his palm to rest against Ace's cheek, "so so so so so so very very much." His fingers were pretty long and well-worked, with all his guitar playing and drumming over the last few years especially, but still his hands were soft, still smooth but not as smooth as his boyfriend's perfect skin. He traced Ace's jawline, more or less moving his head via the slight hold of Ace's face so that he would look at him. Garrett knew how bad he must have felt, he had a pretty general idea and estimate towards the level of it; he knew his Acey very well. "I'm not upset with you. I thought you'd be upset with me, cause you were very mad," he said quietly, a little sad at the recollection of it. "And nuh-uh. Why would I be mad at you? For being mad at me?" Pressing his forehead against Ace's so that their noses were touching, Garrett made a pouty face as his brown eyes rested once again on Ace's blue ones. "I wasn't sure if I should come, but I just couldn't sit by myself and think of you like, mentally torturing yourself cause you think you did something bad when really it was me being all dumb and stuff." Ramble fail; it was Garrett's own way of mirroring the habits that he had picked up from dating Ace for three years. Three years was a pretty long time, and yet, he sincerely loved every minute of it. He loved Ace Wilder with all his heart and body and everything, and as Ace was his everything now, he would do whatever it took to make him feel better, since he knew that even if it was over-with, the other boy would still feel bad about whatever had just happened.
At this point, Gare was feeling way better, and at least, less tired and full of anxiety than he had been five minutes ago during his walk across the lot from his bus to Ace's. He could only hope that it would rub off on his boyfriend, that Ace would see that he was fine and they were fine and they could both be their normal and happy, fine selves. "It's okay," he started again, reiterating it for what seemed like the thousandth time even though it really was like, the fourth. "Please don't be sad, Acey. I'm not mad at all. We had a stupid fight, it's our only real one kinda and it's been like three years. So we're good, Princess. Nothing to worry about." Okay, he needed to do a better job at coaxing, 'cause somehow he didn't think this was enough. Most likely, the other boy would respond with his trademarked pout, the usage of "but..." and a whine intwined with his reply. "You know, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said finally, his voice a whisper as he started moving his head away and resting it against Ace's shoulder. "I could never be mad at you ever, just so you know. You're cute and pretty and sweet and yeah, Gare loves everyone, but he loves Tracey Wilder the most. And that's you, silly." His speaking probably made Ace's neck tickle, since he was basically nuzzling it, and Garrett couldn't help but to lean more forward to place a kiss on his collarbone. It wasn't meant to be inappropriate; it was loving and affectionate, and it was a gesture that was rated good enough for the situation. If anything, all Garrett wanted to do was to show Ace that it really was okay, and the only other way other than to verbalize it was to show it physically, since he was pretty sure that all that was running through the other boy's head was "ohmygod I'm horrible horrible horrible". Besides, a hug wasn't enough in Garrett's eyes, so he needed to do something more. That little kiss wasn't necessarily done in a way to gear it in another direction of, let's say, things that led up to the creation of messhair, but still -- affection could take you many places, so who knew what was gonna happen? He just hoped that Ace didn't think he was being inappropriate, since that was one of the things that they had sort of fought over.
"Psst," he said, picking his head up and bringing his lips to Ace's ear. "Wanna know a secret?" He blew on the hair that was covering it, very playfully in his smooth, Garrett demeanor, his accent definitely noticeable with the change of his tone as he moved from his spot seated beside his boyfriend. Ginger hair covering his eyes, he brushed the strands out of the way while he knelt down on the floor in front of Ace, his hand finding Ace's own and having their fingers entwine with each other. It definitely felt right, holding hands, it was like they were made for each other just cause their hands and arms and their bodies in general just fit against each other so well. "I'm gonna kiss you right now, 'kay? But you need to promise to be surprised. And count backwards from three. And use halves." Really, his intention was that even if Ace started counting, he would cut him off before he knew it. Surprise kiss, only not really, 'cause he already told him it was coming...just, not exactly how fast. Before Ace could make it to two, Garrett had already placed his free hand against Ace's chin, lifting it up so he would look at him before closing his eyes and leaning forward, their lips meeting very slowly and softly. Lingering for about thirty seconds before pulling away, Gare pressed his nose against Ace's, his brown eyes having just a little sign of water in them. Not that he was gonna start crying like a baby, but somehow the moment just made him feel a little emotional and he didn't know why. Okay, he did know why -- this whole scene was kind of deja vu for him. The first time he had the balls to kiss Ace, he was in the same position, kneeling in front of him and saying he had a secret. The night was just full of memories, Gare was starting to come to terms with that -- and at least, he was never able to forget all those times. "Kissing you never gets old, you know," he whispered, and he kissed him softly again, proving his point. Blinking very slowly, Garrett took hold of Ace's hand again, pressing both their left palms together and having their rings touch each other before he looked up again into his boyfriend's blue eyes. "Are we okay, Acey?"
status. omg done. tagging. sammy as ace words. 1633 notes. il gace sm.
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Post by sammy1 on Jul 22, 2009 2:17:33 GMT -4
,[/size] ___________________________________________ Of course Gare would be concerned if Ace ever hurt himself, that’s just how that redhead is. And yes, Ace had done that on purpose. It wasn’t like, just something random like a spazz or an accident. He had hit himself in the head because that’s the only thing he thought of doing at the time and it was pretty effective, ngl. It hurt and that’s what he wanted to happen. But then the look on Gare’s face made him regret doing it. And also a little part of him wanted to laugh at the look on his face. It really did look like a real life version of the D: face the two of them tend to make over the internet. “Sorry…” was his reply to Gare’s reaction. That’s all he could really think of to say at the moment. It was probably due to the slight headache now forming, thanks to him. Oh well. Gare’s hand contacting with his skin sent that fuzzy, tingly feeling shooting up his spine and he had to fight hard to keep his eyes from fluttering closed. His boyfriend’s touch always did that to. Caused him to feel things like that. Certainly not a bad thing, in fact, whenever Gare pulled away it left Ace wanting to lunge at him and cling onto him again. He was always so warm. It must be the red hair. Ace never manages his ADHD anymore. When he was first told he had it and was prescribed with the right medication, he had tried then. But he hated how it made him feel, what it practically made him turn into. All mellowed out and just no fun. His friends were actually first to have noticed how much different he was while on the medication. He rarely even talked and when he did it wasn’t fast-paced like it normally is. And he’s not jumpy and anxious for no apparent reason at all while on it. So basically after that first pill, he dropped them completely. He never takes them while on tour but when he’s back at home, his mom always makes him take them. But of course, as far as she knows, he does take them while away. Whenever she calls to check up on him, he calms down enough to tell her that he has been taking them. Or when he never feels like answering, Travis or Gare will and basically lie to her for him. His ADHD is a part of Ace now, and if it’s weird to love your disorder than Ace is pretty fucking weird. And he doesn’t care. Ace smiled, meekly, at his boyfriend and took the time to glance up at him briefly. “You could buy five things at a dollar store with that,” he replied, quietly before going silent again. Ace guessed he had made his point pretty clear. That he was sorry. Listening to Gare speak, he just nodded his head, the other boy’s british accent hitting his ears and clouding his mind. He seriously melted so much inside whenever Gare spoke. He couldn’t help the grin that appeared on his face when Gare mentioned the whole ‘stupid and silly’ thing they had going on. Gare was stupid and Ace was silly. That’s what they call each other sometimes, and of course Ace doesn’t seriously mean it when he calls him stupid. It’s just a thing. Their thing. Like the Princess and Pookie thing. “Okay, okay. I know,” he replied, his eyes still glued to his feet, “why did we overreact like that, stupid?” There was a hint of humor in his tone and he grinned to himself.
He always tried to hide it as much he could but when it came right down to it, Ace was a sap and a worrywart. When it comes to his friends but especially when it comes to his boyfriend. It’s been established loads already how much that redhead means to Ace. So, of course he’d be worried and concerned if he had had a panic attack. And because of him? Yeah, that made him feel ten times as bad. Ace listened to what Gare said and obliged. He took a deep breath and let it out, that always did make him calm down. Again, his hand was at his face again, brushing stray strands of his brown messy hair out of the way. This time he didn’t bother hiding his fluttering eyelids. That fuzzy, tingly feeling? Yeah, that happened again when his boyfriend wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into his chest. Ace’s head flopped lazily onto his shoulder and he let himself be held. He found himself smiling softly at Gare’s affectionate words. “You said ‘so’, like, six times,” he giggled, “but I love you so very much more.” It was nice to be in a relationship with someone where you have so much in common. Not a lot of people have that, so Ace considers himself one of the lucky ones. Gare and Ace both have the same tastes in music, actually have jobs within the music business, both as drummers might I add. Ace was happy that they had found each other that day, five years ago. That doesn’t happen a lot, finding the one you’ll be with for the rest of your life when you’re that young. Lucky, I tell you. Or at least that’s what Ace considers himself. When Gare said he wasn’t upset with him, his heart rose back up a bit but then lowered again as he basically recollected that night again. How mad Ace was and he wrinkled his nose in disgust with himself. “Well, I was… mad…” he replied, slowly, not even wanting to say the word. “Have I mentioned that I’m sorry yet?” he half-joked and half-serious, gritting his teeth. Ace shrugged his shoulders roughly. “Iunno… can we please stop saying the word “mad”?” he asked, completely serious. Not only was it losing its meaning but Ace just hated that word now and everything that came along with it. Feeling his boyfriend’s forehead against his, Ace turned his blue eyes up to stare into his brown ones. He giggled at the pouty face he was making before turning completely serious again. “Oh my god, no, Pookie, you weren’t being dumb!” Ace reassured him quickly. “You were just being you,” he giggled again, raising his left hand and running it gently through that ginger hair he loved so much. “I shouldn’t get mad when you’re just being yourself. I won’t complain so much whenever you’re inappropriate anymore, I promise.” His boyfriend had a long history practically archived of inappropriate things Ace had heard him say over the five years he’s known the boy. He was even like that before they had started dating, he remembered. Ace didn’t mind when he was inappropriate with him, alone. But when it was in front of other people, it always bothered him. He’d try and change that though. That’s just who Garrett is. Telling him to stop being inappropriate is like telling Ethan to stop having sex all the time. Hell, it didn’t even matter if he was inappropriate anymore, Ace loved him. Period. Taking in his dirty remarks all the time is worth it if he’s with him. Besides, to be honest, sometimes they make him laugh now that he thinks about it. He’ll try and be more open to it from now on. Three years of being with him, but five of knowing him, he’s gonna have to learn to be more open to it all.
Whenever Gare told him it was okay, then he took his word for it and believed him. It’s ridiculous how much Ace trusts him. He takes promises he makes seriously and expects that out of everyone he knows. It doesn’t just apply to Garrett. That wouldn’t be fair, anyway. “That word is starting to lose it’s meaning, too,” Ace commented quietly. “I’m not sad or mad, Pookie. So, we’ve had our first real one, how ‘bout we never have another? Ever ever ever ever ever again, please. It’s not fun,” he whined and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. And of course, being the sap that he is, Ace got choked up a bit at Garrett’s next choice of words. He wasn’t going to cry though. But if he did, they would be happy tears. “That’s got to be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he whispered, allowing that ginger head onto his shoulder. He giggled again when Gare basically spoke in third person and he tried to keep himself from blushing at Gare’s sweet words. “Gosh, why do you have to be so sweet all the time?” he asked, shaking his head at his boyfriend’s words. “You mean everything to me, you know that?” he asked, already knowing the answer. They both already know how much they mean to the other. But it’s always nice hearing that again, and it really does never get old. Ace tilted his head to the side a little so Gare could have more access for the nuzzling he was doing. Not only was his voice vibrating off his skin when he talked and making it tickle like crazy, but also his red hair was scratching at his skin and Ace was pretty much white knuckling it so he wouldn’t spazz. Instead, he ended up shivering a bit when he felt Gare’s lips pressed to his neck. Definitely not inappropriate. More like, sweet. Totally Gare. Lifting a hand up to the back of Gare’s head, he stroked his soft red hair, turning his head as much as he could to leave a kiss on the side of his head. This ginger really was making Ace feel so much better. He always did but especially now when he felt like crawling into a hole and dying. Everything he was doing was to make Ace realize that it was okay, that everything was okay. And it was working.
Grinning as his boyfriend blew at his ear, he still couldn’t help the shiver that overcame him. His blue eyes widened after hearing that Gare had a secret and he turned his head slightly just in time to see him getting up from his place on the couch, to the floor, right in front of him. Ace tilted his head to the side, not really understanding until a case of déjà vu hit him full force. It was like Gare was recreating the night of their first kiss. Because that was exactly what he had said that night, all those years ago. That he had a secret, and he was kneeling in front of him and everything. And Ace remembered having the same reactions; wide eyes and a tilted head in confusion. He smiled softly and watched Gare lace their fingers together. He always loved it when they held hands. It made Ace feel safe. Ace listened to his boyfriend and did as he was told, his eyes closing and he started counting. Of course, he didn’t even make it to two before he felt Gare’s lips on his. Kissing him back just as gently, he gave his hand a squeeze as they both pulled apart. Ace cleared his throat and widened his eyes before exclaiming, “Oh my god, I am so surprised!” Okay, soooo Ace definitely would not make it with an acting career but whatever. Humor him. But then he noticed his boyfriend’s watery eyes when he pressed their noses together. “Oh no… baby, please don’t cry,” he pleaded, of course getting choked up now himself, “if you cry, I’ll cry and then we’ll both be complete saps.” He really did know why Gare was overcome with emotion right now. Because of the fact, this was exactly like the first time they kissed. It was like coming full circle. Crazy. They had gone through so much together, and now after having their first fight after three years, there’s pretty much nothing that could step into their relationship like this had again. If it even had at all. He let Gare kiss him a second time, pulling away, and musing, “I like kissing you.” Looking over at him intertwine their left hands again, Ace smiled softly when his eyes rested on their promise rings. Ace smiled as he got up from the couch and dropped down, situating himself in his boyfriend’s lap. He slumped down so that he could rest his head against his chest, and he grabbed hold of his left hand again. “Mhm, we’re grrrreat,” he assured him, looking up at him, “like Frosted Flakes.” Yeah, he was a dork. But that was okay.
STATUS done! TAG ava as gare. WORDS 2188, omg. NOTES omg ilt <3
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