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I think sometimes younger people take for granted their age and their ability to say, 'I still have time.' I used to say that a lot, but now I can't. I'm only twenty-two and yet I feel like I'm thirty sometimes. See, when you get older, people start expecting things from you; not that you weren't expected of anything before, but you were only a child or teen. You didn't know any better apparently. But we all know for a fact that you did.
Why am I saying this? Well, it's because of him, Randy, my boss. He has a stupid, stuck up wife, who is prude and rich and reminds me of my mother. Her name is Christine and she throws too many real estate parties if you ask me. Tommy and I are on our way to the rescheduled one right now and to be honest, I'm dreading every second.
"Why are you so anxious?" Tommy asked curiously while we were driving. Both of us had not wanted to go, but both of us knew that if we didn't, people would start saying things. They always did. That's how all the rich people are around here, gossiping non-stop, just so they can have something to do. This wasn't even going to be an actual real estate party and nothing interesting would be happening. It was just another one of Christine's excuses to get with rich men without Randy getting too jealous. It was supposed to be on Friday, but they were out of town. So, it was now on Sunday, which was today, which was the day I was dreading..
"What are you talking about.." I said, staring out the window. I wasn't anxious; I was just not looking forward to this..
"Well, you haven't said a word almost all morning and you only stare blankly out the window when your nervous about something," He said knowledgeably.
"I'm not nervous," I said turning and glaring at him. "Just not all that elated about going to a party full of old and rich conservatives that I see at work everyday." I said, slouching back into the passengers seat and folding my arms. I knew I should have driven. Then he wouldn't have been able to pull that one on me.
"Oh, come on. Not all of the people you work with are like that-"
"Oh! Excuse me, just ninety five percent of them are," I cut in, giving him another menacing glare. Like he was looking at me anyways.
"Well, don't most of them already know or assume your gay? You always tell me how they're talking-"
"I'm not gay!" I shouted, jumping up in my seat.
"Have a boyfriend, sorry!" he said seeming frustrated. Right. He was just trying to comfort me. My annoyed expression softened and I sat back.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you.." I said quietly, looking over at him. He was right, I was anxious. I was flipping out on him for goodness sakes! He went to say something but paused and sighed.
"It's fine, I shouldn't have said something like that. I know you too well," He said, not looking at me. Well, he really couldn't, he was driving.
"It was just a slip up," I reassured him. We drove in silence but I knew he still had a question for me. I didn't egg him on though. He'd say what he wanted when it was the right time. I pulled my notebook out from under the seat and opened it. I know I'm obsessed now. I bring it everywhere and write a lot. But at least I write.
I don't know exactly when I started disliking the fact people called me gay. It just kind of happened. I figured if I'm a girl inside, then that's who I am on the outside. Girls who date guys aren't gay, so why should I be labeled as such? I know I am a guy physically and have a boyfriend, but I always try to make it a point that I'm not gay, I just have a boyfriend, as if that makes sense to anyone who doesn't know my secret though. All of my co-workers, whether conservative or not, still consider me gay. I've never actually came out and said 'Hey! I have a boyfriend and I'm a tranny', nor have I said 'I'm gay!' But they still assume and tell me to just come out already; they've seen Tommy for Christ's sake! But that's just it! I'm not gay! And I have yet to explain myself to them...
There are only a few people who actually know about me and what has happened through out my life. I don't usually tell people right away because I'm afraid of what they'll say or think of me. I obviously don't like it when people dislike me, but I hate it when I don't know if they do or not. I hate to think about what they think of me. Do they think I'm disgusting? A freak? That I should just suck it up and get over it? Or maybe they're like Tommy or Cassedie, accepting and willing. But we all know the worlds not perfect.
"You don't have to always worry about what people are gonna think of you," Tommy said, interrupting my writing. What? Is he reading while I'm writing? He's not supposed to. I look up and see he's still focused on the road. Hm.
"Yeah, but I do anyways," I laughed quietly. Maybe that's another thing I want to change. I set my hand down on the armrest and his hand found its way on top of mine. It was warm and comforting...He was quiet for a minute as we drove onto the highway then he put the car in cruise control and glanced over at me.
"They can't say much about you if I'm not there to prove you have a boyfriend.." He said slowly, taking my hand and rubbing his index finger over it.
"Yeah," I sighed, cutting him off, "But then I'll be alone and that'll only make it harder to get through...just having you by my side makes me feel better," I said, giving him a weak smile.
"Hey, let me finish, now," he chuckled and grinned back, brushing my hair softly out of my eyes. My face got warm as his fingers grazed my skin. I loved this feeling. "I was saying, they can't say much about you if I'm not there to prove you have a boyfriend, but then who would you be able to kiss in a house worth almost one million dollars?" He was right. This house was worth like a million dollars and would have so much nice stuff in it. Including beds...
I paused and smiled. "And we have to at least make out on one of the beds or chairs or something there," I snickered and wiggled my tongue at him.
"Of course we do," he said as if I had just stated a fact. "That'll be interesting when one of them catches us," he said chuckling. I started laughing as the thought of some of their expressions came into my mind.
"Oh my God, can you imagine Randy! I don't even know what he would do, he's too out there," I said between laughs.
"Oh wow! Your boss? What about his wife, that would be funny, her being prude and all," He snorted. Now that would be quite the sight.
We arrived at the house not too much later. It was huge. Larger than even my grandparents house. Not as magnificent, but definitely enormous. Why would someone want such a big house anyways? First off, when they attempted to clean the beast of a house, it would probably take weeks just to clean the first floor. Second of all, who really has enough kids and family to fill up this place? Whoever wants to live here is obviously not happy, seeing as how they feel the need to buy such a large house only to fill it with one or two people. What could possibly motivate you to buy a house like this with tasks like that?
"Don't get too excited now. They won't let you in if they think your crazy," Tommy said sarcastically as I rang the doorbell. I had been staring blankly at the door as we approached it, hoping something would jump out and say the party was cancelled but sadly, nothing did. I gave him a skeptical look and then quickly snapped my head back to smile when Christine opened the door.
"Hi!" She said enthusiastically and smiled from ear to ear. She had enough make up on for three people and her dirty blonde hair was curled and poofed up with enough hairspray for ten. "Glad you could make it!" She hugged me and sort of pushed me in as if to say, I don't care if you want to be here or not, cause your in the house now!
"And hello Tommy!" She said in that voice that lets you know she's trying to cover up her surprise. I didn't mention to Randy that Tommy would be coming along, but Christine seemed to cover up her shock pretty well. She gave him a hug too but it lasted a milli second and he was soon shoved in after me. "So what do you guys think? This place is just breath taking, isn't it?" She said resting her arm on my shoulders and pointing around the large room known as the entryway. It was as big as our bedroom so of course it was breath taking.
"Yeah.." Tommy and I said in unison, taking it all in. We may make a lot of money but we could never afford a place like this. The walls were a cream white with a gold ceiling. Nothing was in the hallway except for a ruby colored carpet and coat hanger. Funny it wasn't even winter though and wasn't cold. Christine babbled on about the rest of the house as she led us to the main living room. Soft music played in the background as we entered the room already filled with many of my coworkers and their friends. Several people glanced over at us, a few smiling and waving. I returned their smiles but stayed by Tommy's side.
"Well, I have to get back to the kitchen and make refreshments and such. These people are going to eat me alive if I don't! Feel free to look around the house too!" Christine joked and then disappeared into the crowd. I took a deep breath and sighed, glancing around the room for any familiar, well nice, familiar faces. I saw Randy, but wanted to avoid him as of now, so I pulled Tommy over to the refreshments and picked up what looked like sushi. I nibbled on it, studying the faces that were eyeing Tommy and I from afar. I saw Peach the receptionist and thought about asking her if Diego's mother ever agreed to meet with me. After debating it in my head and thinking, do I really want to bring Diego and Alvin up here, I decided not to. I glanced around the room once more, seeing more co-workers and then Liam, another lawyer in our firm, who waved to me.
"Oh, God..." I muttered as he made his way through the crowd to Tommy and I.
"What... oh..." Tommy said slowly. He turned and grabbed a cookie and then proceeded to shove it in his mouth, just as Liam approached us. Damn.
"Well, hello there, Haden, Tommy," he said, taking each of our hands in a firm shake. "Fine house isn't it?" he said, grinning, revealing his pearly white teeth.
"Yeah, definitely," I said, smiling awkwardly and trying to take my hand back. He laughed and released it, flashing me another smile. His smiles were so creepy...
"And I see you like the house as well as its food," Liam said, glancing over at Tommy.
Tommy nodded and mumbled something with his mouth full, letting a few crumbs fall out. I snickered under my breath and handed him a napkin. He took it and hid his face in it.
"So, what do you guys say to joining me at church next Sunday?" Liam asked, a slight smirk on his face. Tommy coughed impertinently, keeping his mouth and probably smile hidden from our eyes. Liam didn't seem fazed and continued, "It's supposed to be real nice weather and all and we have our meetings outside!" Oh great. Now he's going to start. And at a real estate party? Come on.
Liam is very religious, a Mormon to be exact, and he never gives up on trying to convert Tommy and I over. We try to avoid him, seeing as he always manages to make us look like sinners in 'God's' eyes or the bad guys to everyone else. He's pretty obnoxious sometimes and I'm sure not every Mormon is like him, but he is damn persistent! Don't get me wrong, I know his intentions are anything but bad, but sometimes you gotta just let things go! He says I'm corrupt just because he thinks I'm gay! Imagine if he knew about my dressing up...
"Um, I don't know, Liam. I've got a new case and it's just, we don't exactly fit in with your...church.." I said slowly, saying the last word with a bit of reminiscence. I didn't exactly fit in at my mother's church either..
"Nonsense! That's why you go! So that you can enjoy the lords presence and become one of us! We only want you to be happy now," he was talking to me like he was my psychiatrist or something, smiling at me with an odd glint in his eyes. Tommy continued to stuff his mouth, not saying a word and kind of staring off at everyone else, as Liam continued to preach to me. I glared at him when Liam looked away, but he just shrugged.
"Your not a bad person, you know, your just confused," He said, patting my shoulder. I didn't smile or nod, just stared at him. "Being gay is easy to fix, if you are willing," He said, raising an eyebrow at me.
"I'm not gay, Liam, I told you.." I sighed. I swear, if everyone starts pestering me, I'm going to leave. Why can't they listen to what I'm saying!?
"Then who's Tommy? Your friend with benefits?" he snorted and punched Tommy playfully in the shoulder. He nearly spilled the soda he was sipping.
I closed my eyes and sighed again, wishing I could just disappear.
"Liam, I've told you this before. I have a boyfriend but I'm-"
"You're not gay, I know and you don't make sense. How about I make a deal with you? Your my friend, my co worker, I would go to your church if you asked me-"
"We don't go to church," Tommy said bluntly, cutting him off. He had set down his soda and was standing closely next to me. I had to hold back a silent laugh. Tommy always made Liam get all flustered and annoyed with his remarks.
"I know," Liam said, glaring at Tommy. "I'm saying I would do something for you if you asked me," He sighed and folded his arms. Now he's going to try and pull a guilt trip on me, but its not going to work. Not. Going. To. Work.
"I've been trying so hard to become good friends with you, Haden dear, and it's only a visit. You wouldn't let down Tommy, would you? Am I not as good as a friend as him?" He said leaning over to me, making sure to pull the puppy dog eyes. Oh whatever.
"You are my friend, but I don't have to do everything you ask. I don't make you do the things...Tommy and..I..do," I said sympathetically. Tommy started groaning and shoved another cookie in his mouth. He was rubbing his forehead and standing so close to me, our arms were rubbing together.
"I know that. And you and Tommy, well, I know you guys think you're happy now, but I promise it could be better! You guys make a great couple and all, seeing as your cute and Tommy is very...attractive, but it could be better-" At that moment Tommy sort of coughed between a laugh but then he continued to cough as if he had swallowed the cookie wrong.
"Oh...Oh My God," He said suddenly, grabbing my arm, almost leaning onto me. "Oh, Oh no, I think I just...oh God..H-haden..Where's the bathroom..." He put his other hand on his stomach and continued to squeeze my arm. He was bending over now, his arm wrapped around his stomach and groaning. What the hell? I looked down at him like he was crazy, and was about to ask him what his problem was, when he glanced up at me and...winked? Oh. OH. "I think I'm gonna be sick...uhh," He continued, groaning and pulling my arm.
"Oh! Oh my- what happened?" I said grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up. He groaned again and mumbled some unknown mixture of words. He then graciously put one arm around my shoulders, which was a bad idea, seeing as he was heavier than me. I grimaced at his full weight, but smiled at Liam, who was staring dumfounded at us.
"Uh.." He started, his mouth hanging open. "Is something wrong...was the food bad?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Liam, can we continue this later? He's, uh...not supposed to...eat...peanuts! An there were peanuts in here..." I said, making sure my voice sounded worried. I hoisted Tommy up as best as I could, but then decided to 'accidentally' kick him in the shin, forcing him to stand and help me fake this...episode.
"Is he okay? Do you need me to get he-" Liam started, reaching out to grab Tommy's other arm.
"No, no. It's just a reaction. He...uh...I know where the bathroom is, um, he'll be fine.." I said quickly, making my way past Liam, apologizing over and over again. "I'm sorry. We don't want to ruin this new carpet... I'll see you around!" I said over my shoulder before making my way through the crowd. Tommy was already laughing before we even left the room. We made our way out to an empty hall because honestly, I had no idea where any sort of bathroom was. As soon as we were out of everyone's sight, I dropped Tommy's arm, which he obviously didn't expect and let out a loud 'oof' as he hit the floor.
"Oh my God, warn me next time! I need to prepare for these things," I said exasperatedly and leaned up against the hallways wall, catching my breath. Tommy shot me an angry look for dropping him but soon joined me.
"Oh, come on, I'm not that fat," he said, looking at me sideways. I looked up at him in that 'that's what you think' manner before sighing again. We looked at each other in silence, our mouths curving into smiles as Tommy's 'allergic reaction' played through our heads. Then we busted out laughing.
We ended up hiding in that hallway for about half an hour until Randy spotted us and told us to at least look around this magnificent home while we were here. We did. And maybe we did a little more. In that master bedroom. On that king size bed. With those Egyptian cotton sheets. While everyone else was in the dining room. Ironic thing is, Liam caught us. We were only making out, but he insisted that we repent immediately for doing such a horrible thing in such a beautiful home. I don't know how we ended up agreeing to, but we did. I also don't know how exactly we repented but according to him and his praying, we did that as well.
"Well that was a learning experience," Tommy laughed as we walked in the front door of our apartment. We had managed to shut Liam up about what he had seen and actually stayed at the party till ten o' clock. I guess it was entertaining, maybe even fun. I can definitely think of better things I could've done but it wasn't exactly a waste of time. Everyone managed to keep his or her beliefs at bay and we all got along pretty well.
"Yep, now we know that Liam can save us from sin, even if we don't know exactly how he is doing so," I said sarcastically. Tommy laughed and laid the car keys down on the counter before reaching into the fridge for a can of soda.
"You've got quite the appetite today," I said deviously. He shrugged and walked over to our couch, slumping onto it with a long sigh.
"Man, do my feet hurt. That place was worth so much money and yet they only had like three chairs," He groaned and propped his feet up on the coffee table. I gave him a skeptical look and then sat at one of the barstools next to our counter. We didn't have a dining room really, so we had two stools lined up at our counter to eat at. Not that we ate in them much anyways, but it looked nice. I pulled my notebook out and set it on the counter. I had just returned from an exhausting party and my way of relaxing was much different than most. I worked. I loved to just keep busy so I never had to think to deeply into things. It wasn't always the best way to go about my life, but it kept me happy.
After that, Tommy, Cassedie and I became sort of a trio-
"So how much of that are you gonna write before you let me proof read?" Tommy asked suddenly, making me jump and drag a line off of the paper. I sighed and began furiously erasing at the mark.
"Did I mess you up-"
"No," I said bluntly, continuing to maul the paper with my eraser.
"Oh.." Tommy said slowly and then was quiet. I should have him proof read it, I guess; I wrote nearly ten pages just on how we met. And I'm sure he'll enjoy reading this part anyways. I finally managed to eliminate the dreaded line and sat back in my chair, studying the page. I wiped it clean of eraser shavings and twirled around in my seat to face Tommy. He looked up at me blankly and I smiled.
"Okay, you can read it now," I said joyfully, holding the notebook out to him. He looked at the notebook and then at me. He then pointed his index finger at me and motioned me to come over to him.
"What, you can't just get it?" I pouted and stayed put, crossing my arms in a defiant manner.
"No, come on, your sitting here with me while I read," He said, patting the spot next to him. I made a face at him but hopped up and pranced over to him. I handed him the notebook before plopping down on the couch next to him. I rested my head on his shoulder and curled up beside him, taking in the warmth. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side, kissing the top of my head. He then opened the notebook with his other hand and rested it against his propped up leg.
"Now don't make fun of me.." I said quietly, nuzzling my face deeper into his chest. He chuckled and I felt the rumble in his chest as well as the echo inside my ear. I smiled against him and closed my eyes. This is a great time for a nap.
We sat like that for nearly an hour and soon my legs began to fall asleep. I squirmed them around a bit, trying to keep them awake as my eyes slid closed. The warmth was so inviting, welcoming me into a long slumber. But just as I was dozing off, Tommy sighed and removed his arm from around me and shut my notebook. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes and yawning.
"So...what do you think," I said, my hands dropping to the couch to prop me up. My head lolled to the side as I smiled at him lazily, awaiting his response.
"It was actually really good, I didn't know you could write so well," he said smiling back at me. I laughed and punched him jokingly in the shoulder.
"Whatever," I chimed and grabbed the notebook from him. I set it on the coffee table and turned to him, straddling his waist and wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Really," he said defensively "You made me feel as if I was there again," his gaze met mine and I smiled.
"Well, good, that's my intention as usual," I replied. He smiled and gave me a soft kiss on the forehead.
"So, getting excited to write the rest?" he asked, resting his hands on my outstretched arms. "You said we were becoming a trio or something?" He asked skeptically and began running his fingers trough my hair.
"Well, we were! And you know it," I said and he laughed, but a sinking feeling was forming in my chest. "I am exited to write the next part, but I'm a little scared too," I said slowly, staring into my lap. Tommy sat there for a second and then slid his hand under my chin, lifting my head up until our eyes met.
"Its just writing, it's not happening all over again," he said reassuringly, rubbing his thumb across my chin and smiling softly. I smiled back weakly and leaned into his hand.
"Yeah.." I sighed quietly. A blinking red light caught my attention from across the room. The phone. "Hey, did you ever check our messages?" I said standing up and going over to the phone.
"Uh, no. Since when do I check messages," He laughed and went to throw away his can.
"Of course," I chuckled and pressed the blinking red button. A loud beep echoed in the room and a woman's computer-like voice began to speak.
"You have two new voice messages. First voice message -beep- 'Hey, guys, um it's Randy. Just callin' to tell you that if Tommy wants to go to the party tonight, please call ahead and tell Christine. You know how she is...but um just so she isn't surprised, cause if she is, I'm in trouble, ya' know. So uh, its...4:45 and you...are probably already on your way...damn.' -beep- End of message. To erase this message.." I laughed and pressed the erase button. Poor Randy, always getting whipped around by his wife. I bet he's in for a bad night now.
"So, that's why she gave me such an odd look," Tommy said consciously, taking a handful of chips and munching down on them in the kitchen.
"Mhmm," I giggled and pressed the red button to hear the next message.
"Next voice message -beep- 'Hey, honey, it's mom. I got your message about being an agent for you and I am really sorry, but I don't...think I can... It's not that I don't...want to really. I'd love to read whatever...it is...you are...writing, what was it about again? ... But I'm just too busy, you know me! And with your father in the hospital, I just can't take you and him right now. I would but maybe I'm not the best choice? Um...you could find someone else...which I would do for you... but you know how it is. I told Tommy this a couple of days ago, but told him not to tell you until I was sure. Maybe he should have though... I couldn't. I'm rambling, sorry. Just can't!' -beep- End of message," What...
Silence filled the room for a full minute as I processed what I had just heard. Tommy's munching had stopped and I stood there, staring at the machine as if it had wronged me in some way. I could feel it. That awful feeling of anger that only my mother could produce from me. My breathing became uneven as I tried to relax, my hands shaking on the phone, ready to do God knows what.
"Haden..." Tommy said slowly, inching up behind me. But I wasn't worried about him right now. The only words that could make it through my brain were,
"That stupid, lying, BITCH!" I shrieked and threw the phone clear across the room, resulting in a loud crash as it hit one of the picture frames. I let out another scream and began furiously smashing the table with my hands, beating it until Tommy reached from behind me and grabbed my thrashing hands.
"H-haden, come on. Don't worry about..." He sort of yelled, trying to reassure me over my loud yelling. I began calling my mother names and completely ignoring the world around me. Tommy grabbed hold of one of my hands, and pulled the other into a death grip. "Hey, its okay! Just calm down before you-Haden!" I wasn't trying to hurt anyone or anything and soon exhaustion overcame me and I slid to the floor. This resulted in Tommy's loud yelling of my name as he figured I had passed out or something. He wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me up into his lap, kneeling onto the floor. I couldn't hold it in anymore and silent tears fell down my red cheeks.
"Hey, hey.." Tommy said quietly, turning me around in his lap so that my face was leaning against his chest. I cried into it, getting it wrinkled and wet with my tears. My crying wasn't hysterical, it was quiet, the kind that let you know a person was hurt emotionally not physically. Tommy whispered in my ear, calming me down and stroking the back of my head. I can't believe this. Every time I try and make an effort, she stomps on it like a cockroach.
"Why...why does she hate me so much?" I sobbed quietly, not waiting for a response. "I try...so hard to get in contact and she just...lies and makes up excuses to not talk to me," Tommy had begun rocking me back and forth and answering my questions with an 'It's not your fault, she doesn't hate you,' but I needed to vent.
"S-she even called when I wasn't here, I-I mean, how much more-"
"Pathetic," Tommy cut in, giving my shoulder a squeeze. I hiccupped and continued.
"How much more pathetic can she get? She c-can't even talk to m-me," I said, wiping my nose with the back of my hand. Tommy fisted his shirt and brought it up to wipe away my tears and then hugged me tighter. I sighed and leaned into it, hiccupping away the last of my sobs.
"She doesn't deserve this," he said slowly, his voice low and solemn, "She doesn't deserve to make you cry. It's not fair and you know it. She's pathetic and you can't cry over her. It doesn't do you any good," he said softly, lacing his fingers through one of my hands. I sniffed and took hold of it. He reassured me by rubbing my index finger and kissing the top of my head. I settled down, feeling he was right. I shouldn't cry over her. She means nothing to me. If she doesn't want to get in touch with her son, it's her decision.
"W-when did she tell you," I said slowly, looking up at him. He looked back at me and caressed my cheek, then looked away.
"I...I wasn't trying to hide it from you...And I definitely wasn't doing it for her," He said grudgingly. "I just...I didn't want her to do this to you, its not fair that she can just say things like that and not care about you," He continued to lightly brush his fingers across my cheek and I reached up and softly rested my hand on his, leaning my face into it. He looked down at me and smiled.
"I...wanted to soften the blow, try...to make it easier for when you found out, I guess. That's why I've tried to go the extra mile for you lately," He sighed and looked away. "I don't know what I was trying to do though, I should have told you. But this," He said looking back and wiping my wet eyes. "This isn't fair and I want you to know that. She isn't worth it," He cupped my face and pulled it back up when I tried to look away. "Ever. She is never worth crying over. I love you and it hurts me when I see her doing this to you, when she manages to hurt you like this," He said, lightly rubbing my cheeks. I closed my eyes, relishing the feeling of being safe in his hands. I could feel it coming again, the brims of my eyes getting wet.
"But this isn't going to happen anymore, not ever. She isn't worth it," He said softly, kissing the top of my head. I smiled and looked back at him. We sat in silence for a few seconds as my unanswered question floated back into my head.
"She told me a couple of days ago. That morning when you asked me to proofread your story," I sat there silently, confused as to when he was talking about, but then I remembered. I had tried to hide my story from him, and then gone to take a shower...
"She called when you got in the shower. I tried to convince her to wait until you got out and tell her yourself, but she refused. She actually hung up on me when I told her you'd be out soon," He said quietly, looking away. "I should have just told you right then...then she wouldn't have been able to hurt you like this," I moved my head to try and look at his face and he continued. "I love you too much to let this happen and I just want you to know I'm sorry," he said, finally looking at me.
"Don't be," I said quietly, "You did what you knew was right and I thank you for it," I said smiling. He smiled back weakly and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, pulling me into a strong but caring hug. I pressed my cheek into his shoulder, taking in his smell and loving every second of it. "I promise not to cry anymore, if you promise not to guilt yourself into things," I said softly, curling my fingers into his hair. He pulled me closer and whispered an okay in my ear. I smiled and couldn't help a small tear of joy from falling down my cheek.
A.E.
First of all, thanks to ALL of you who are reading, I love you ALL. And love those who review even more! SO, this chapter seems choppy to me, but I think I had my first SERIOUS writers block while writing this. It was so weird! It was like I couldn't for the life of me type more than a sentence a day! Past it now and I also got a 30 day trial of Microsoft Word! Yay for the best spell checker!
Awhile back, I said I would be doing some art of my little characters and I did! (only of Haden and Tommy though, so far..) I posted it on DeviantART, which is where I will post more drawings, and I would really love it if you guys went and looked. (I'm LeGa18 if you have an account you can probably find me ^^) Tell me if they look how you imagined lol. I'd give you a link, but I can't on here (I discovered that last time..) So, just review and I'll give you a link to it, maybe email? The drawing I did isn't colored yet either, so maybe those artists out there will want to color? Lol Just tell me if you want a link, I'd really love it if you looked ^^ I have much more drawings in there too, if interested ^^
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I also think I failed on the half the chapter in half the time…It took me the same amount of time tp get out this much this time lol but thank so much again! ^^
: Yay, I'm glad thanks! ^^
Hope you enjoyed! Reviews keep me going! I would love to say I'll update faster, but I don't want to be a maker of false hope ^^ I promise I'm not giving up on this story though so, thanks for reading!