Crossing Sweet Sorrow 1/?
Title: Crossing Sweet Sorrow
Author: Me of course
Rating: Something between PG-13 and Oh My God
Précis: Deception runs deep, love runs deeper.
Disclaimer: If I owned them you wouldn't see them.
Your lips, tantalizingly sweet and full are moving but I don't pay attention the the drunken ramblings that are escaping from them. Your eyes are captivating yet hold an enormous secret that I have yet to unravel. Love, if you knew what and how I felt you would probably never speak to me again. You Brandon are the enigma of all enigmas whilst I, am the biggest coward on the face of the earth. I don't know why I can't tell you but then again I do. I don't want to loose you. Ever notice that guys with long hair tend to be so full of angst all the time? Me neither.
You're drunk, I can tell that by the way your eyes are semi glazed and unfocused. The smell of Vodka is heavy on your clothing and breath probably the same with me but I can't tell. I wonder if I kissed you would you remember in the morning. I wonder what you would do Bammie-boy if you did remember. Would you punch me like you've punched so many other people? Would you hate me? I guess there's only one way to find out right? So, here goes I think to myself as I lean across the pirate bar and kiss you full on the lips.
You giggle like a mad school girl but are otherwise unresponsive and I sigh dejectedly. You giggle again before laying your head down on the top of the pirate bar passed out. You won't remember in the morning I know that much so, I guess that's a good thing right? I shake my head pouring another shot and downing it before closing the bottle and placing it back into the freezer. Not even half the bottle and you're already dead to the world. You should really learn to hold your liquor better Bammie-boy.
I grunt picking your dead weight up and stumble towards the doorway, turning off the light with my shoulder as you wrap your arms around my neck unconciously. Warily, I carry you into the living room stepping over the bodies of Dunn, and Rhabb who've long ago passed out from drinking at least a case of beer each. You American's really need to learn how to hold your alcohol better. You lay your head onto my shoulder as we make our way towards your bedroom down the hall. I don't bother to turn on the lights. I've memorized every aspect of your room, every niche and every chip in your paint.
Gently I lay you down, taking off your shoes and tucking you soundly under the covers. I kiss your forehead sweeping your hair back from your brow in the process.
"Goodnight love." I whisper before quietly making my out of your room to come face to face with Novak. He startles me for a moment causing me to jump but I recover myself rather quickly. How much had he seen and would he tell if he had?
"Why don't you tell him Ville?" he asks quietly making me become nervous. I shake my head but he cuts me off before I can even begin to make a lame ass excuse. "We all know. We won't say anything but you really should tell him sweetheart."
"We?" I ask curious as to who the 'we' are. He smirks his all knowing confident grin that he has. Somehow it makes me even more nervous than before. Something about the way he grins just doesn't seem 'right' .
"Everyone in the house. Everyone except him obviously. You really should tell him." I shake my head again someone releaved that he doesn't have some spilt personality disorder or anything of that sort.
"He doesn't feel the same about me and besides I can't." I say before walking past him and up the stairs to my room. "Goodnight." I hear him below me call out something but I'm already into my room. The room you gave me whenever I'm here. The room that feels so much like home.
A/N: I know it was short and I'm sorry but there is more to come. I originally had written this out on paper entirely different. Maybe I'll post the alternate chapter later. I'll type out chapter 2 later. Reviews= love.
Author: Me of course
Rating: Something between PG-13 and Oh My God
Précis: Deception runs deep, love runs deeper.
Disclaimer: If I owned them you wouldn't see them.
Your lips, tantalizingly sweet and full are moving but I don't pay attention the the drunken ramblings that are escaping from them. Your eyes are captivating yet hold an enormous secret that I have yet to unravel. Love, if you knew what and how I felt you would probably never speak to me again. You Brandon are the enigma of all enigmas whilst I, am the biggest coward on the face of the earth. I don't know why I can't tell you but then again I do. I don't want to loose you. Ever notice that guys with long hair tend to be so full of angst all the time? Me neither.
You're drunk, I can tell that by the way your eyes are semi glazed and unfocused. The smell of Vodka is heavy on your clothing and breath probably the same with me but I can't tell. I wonder if I kissed you would you remember in the morning. I wonder what you would do Bammie-boy if you did remember. Would you punch me like you've punched so many other people? Would you hate me? I guess there's only one way to find out right? So, here goes I think to myself as I lean across the pirate bar and kiss you full on the lips.
You giggle like a mad school girl but are otherwise unresponsive and I sigh dejectedly. You giggle again before laying your head down on the top of the pirate bar passed out. You won't remember in the morning I know that much so, I guess that's a good thing right? I shake my head pouring another shot and downing it before closing the bottle and placing it back into the freezer. Not even half the bottle and you're already dead to the world. You should really learn to hold your liquor better Bammie-boy.
I grunt picking your dead weight up and stumble towards the doorway, turning off the light with my shoulder as you wrap your arms around my neck unconciously. Warily, I carry you into the living room stepping over the bodies of Dunn, and Rhabb who've long ago passed out from drinking at least a case of beer each. You American's really need to learn how to hold your alcohol better. You lay your head onto my shoulder as we make our way towards your bedroom down the hall. I don't bother to turn on the lights. I've memorized every aspect of your room, every niche and every chip in your paint.
Gently I lay you down, taking off your shoes and tucking you soundly under the covers. I kiss your forehead sweeping your hair back from your brow in the process.
"Goodnight love." I whisper before quietly making my out of your room to come face to face with Novak. He startles me for a moment causing me to jump but I recover myself rather quickly. How much had he seen and would he tell if he had?
"Why don't you tell him Ville?" he asks quietly making me become nervous. I shake my head but he cuts me off before I can even begin to make a lame ass excuse. "We all know. We won't say anything but you really should tell him sweetheart."
"We?" I ask curious as to who the 'we' are. He smirks his all knowing confident grin that he has. Somehow it makes me even more nervous than before. Something about the way he grins just doesn't seem 'right' .
"Everyone in the house. Everyone except him obviously. You really should tell him." I shake my head again someone releaved that he doesn't have some spilt personality disorder or anything of that sort.
"He doesn't feel the same about me and besides I can't." I say before walking past him and up the stairs to my room. "Goodnight." I hear him below me call out something but I'm already into my room. The room you gave me whenever I'm here. The room that feels so much like home.
A/N: I know it was short and I'm sorry but there is more to come. I originally had written this out on paper entirely different. Maybe I'll post the alternate chapter later. I'll type out chapter 2 later. Reviews= love.