another fic
cause i was bored.
simplicity
rated pg because i said so.
davey thinks back to when it was him, his best friend, and his swing-set.
its pure fluff. i needed a happy one after the sadness of my last one.
It was the summer of ’94, Jade and I were on the old wooden swing-set in my backyard, (we later used this very swing-set for a photo op we did not too long ago.) just talking about music and how much we wanted to form a band. It would be him, me, Hunter, and Adam. We didn’t know what to call it, but all Jade said was that he wanted it to be something “simple and beautiful, that makes an acronym that rolls off the tongue.” I never forgot that line from him, and it was always on my mind. When I came up with the name, it would be exactly like that.
My eyes were glancing from Jade’s to the dark night sky. It was very light out there from the lights from inside my house, to the millions of tiny white miracles that hung in the sky. Jade was wearing a black and white tee shirt, black jeans, and his and his simply adorable glasses, with those black addidas he loved so much. He always bought the same kind. Black with the three trademarked white stripes. Jade said he liked them because they were simple. I guess Jade likes things to be simple.
Between conversations I would just look at him. No, looking doesn’t really describe what I was doing. I was gazing at him. Gazing into him. Every minuet of every hour I thought to myself, “God, he is so perfect.” I wished I could have him. I wished he would be mine and mine forever. But when I couldn’t see Jade, I would listen to him breathe. I remembered one night he called me, and we were talking non stop for hours. So our conversation ceased for a moment, and I just listened to his light and easy breaths. We knew we didn’t have to be talking to understand each other, it was just something that wasn’t needed in our relationship.
But that night on the swings seemed different to me. God, I didn’t know how different it really was. Jade and I talked about how one day we would be famous and people all over the world would know every word to all of our songs. We had been writing together for a while, and some of our stuff was pretty good. But we hadn’t officially formed a band. We “jammed” with Hunter and Adam in Hunter’s basement for a couple of months, but I didn’t consider it a band until we performed in front of people with a name.
But anyways, it was different. All Jade wanted to do was talk about our music, not random other things that seemed to consume most of our conversation. We didn’t really laugh either. He was getting me worried, because Jade not being funny meant Jade was upset. Not to mention the vacant look in his eyes.
I asked him what was wrong, and he said “Nothing.”, but I knew he was lying. Knowing someone for so long gets you inside your head, or at least you think you’re in their head. We could finish each others sentences, order each others food, and we defiantly knew when something was wrong. I asked him again. He promised me that “nothing was wrong.”
That’s when I got mad. Not mad enough to say anything, but mad enough to remember it for later on. I asked him again. This time, he just sighed and got off of the swing. I followed, determined to find out what was on his mind. Jade climbed up into the old fort that was attached to my wooden swing-set, and sat in a little ball. Now I was really worried.
“Jade,” I started, resting my hand on his shoulder, and sitting down so we could be at eye-level. He looked away from me, kind of like he was ashamed of something. I pulled him close, and pleaded for him to tell me what was wrong. He looked at me, but differently than he had before. Different from all of those years I had known him. His eyes were full of vacancy, and I’m sure mine were full of concern.
“Davey, you’re bi, right?” He asked in an unusually breathy tone. It was like he wanted to just say it, not ask it. He knew I was, but I humored him.
“Yes...”
“How did you know?”
I thought about that. How did I know?
“Uh, I’m not so sure. I had been feeling weird around this guy for a while, and then I realized I had a crush on him. But I knew I liked some girls too, so I figured that was what it was.”
It was the truth. I had been with girls, and I had enjoyed it. But for the past year, I had been feeling something. Something strong, and something for my lovely Jade. I had never felt like this for anyone before. Hell, I never even thought about being with a guy until I really noticed how beautiful he was. I heard something somewhere that you could think you are straight, be straight, and still be like someone of the same sex. I think that’s what it was.
Jade just sighed again. I felt horrible, he seemed so distraught. And all I could think of was myself. I thought, oh god, if Jade is bi, then maybe we stand a chance together... but I quickly pushed the thought from my head. I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
After a long silence (more of me looking at him and listening to him breathe), Jade spoke again.
“I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
“Can...can I kiss you?”
My first instinct was to smile broadly and just pull him to me and give him a kiss so beautiful that he would immediately fall in love with me and want to do me right there in that old rickety tree fort. But I held back, and said something I still regret to this day.
“Why?”
It wasn’t in my tone. My tone was as vacant as his eyes. But I genuinely wanted to know why. Why me? Why him? Why now?
Jade smiled. I was so happy that he wasn’t hurt or upset, but he was happy for my concern.
“I think I’m bi. Or gay. Or something. I want to know for sure.”
I smiled then. I allowed it this time. I pulled Jade to my lips by his chin, and embraced him with a light, yet passionate kiss. I think my feelings were fairly obvious then, but I couldn’t help but worry about how he would react.
For a few seconds, that’s all it was. A light kiss for pure curiosity, and then it morphed into something beautiful. It wasn’t me, but Jade took my face and cradled it in his hands. His thumb was playing with the hair above my ear, which made me shiver a little. I shook, releasing the emotion that was seeping through my body, and that’s when Jade opened his mouth and allowed my tongue to explore the place it has always wanted to be inside of. And now it was, and it was everything I imagined.
This kiss had changed from unsure to pure passion in mere seconds, and I just wanted to scream how happy I was. We sat there, on those splintering boards, and kissed. We held each other, and kissed.
I pulled away to get some air, smiling broadly at that beautiful creature. Jade looked at me, differently again. Something I couldn’t quite identify. Then I caught a glimpse of myself in his glasses, and I knew what it was. The same look was on my face. It was love.
This time Jade leant into me, and pushed his lips firmly against mine. It felt like we were a steel chain that couldn’t be broken, a bond so tightly woven that it wouldn’t dare rip.
And then he pulled away. And then he smiled. He stroked my hand, and spoke softly.
“Davey, I think...no...I know that I have fallen in love with you.”
“Jade, you don’t know how long I have waited for you to say that.”
“How long?”
I loved how curious he was about this stuff.
“About a year.”
“Wow.”
He kissed me again, and it was just as glorious as before.
“There is something about you...” He continued. “Like, a fire inside of you. I know it sounds weird, but it’s true. When I kiss you, I can feel that fire burning inside of me as well. And I never want it to go out...” He kissed me again, and it never got old.
“A fire inside...” I repeated to myself.
Jade smiled, and stroked my cheekbone with his right hand.
“Do you think I could kiss you again sometime?”
I laughed. “Jadey, you can kiss me any time.”
“I love you, Davey.”
“I love you too, Jade. Forever.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
I made that promise eleven years ago, and it has been one of the few that I haven’t broken. We formed A.F.I. the next day and set up some gigs at local coffee houses and shows, and told Adam and Hunter later that year about us. Some people think that our relationship is boring because we don’t like to be public about things, and we keep our intimacy very private. I guess no one knows too much about it and some people consider it to be boring, but I like it. It’s simple. Simple and beautiful, just the way Jade likes them to be.
The end.
so yeah. comment please?
simplicity
rated pg because i said so.
davey thinks back to when it was him, his best friend, and his swing-set.
its pure fluff. i needed a happy one after the sadness of my last one.
It was the summer of ’94, Jade and I were on the old wooden swing-set in my backyard, (we later used this very swing-set for a photo op we did not too long ago.) just talking about music and how much we wanted to form a band. It would be him, me, Hunter, and Adam. We didn’t know what to call it, but all Jade said was that he wanted it to be something “simple and beautiful, that makes an acronym that rolls off the tongue.” I never forgot that line from him, and it was always on my mind. When I came up with the name, it would be exactly like that.
My eyes were glancing from Jade’s to the dark night sky. It was very light out there from the lights from inside my house, to the millions of tiny white miracles that hung in the sky. Jade was wearing a black and white tee shirt, black jeans, and his and his simply adorable glasses, with those black addidas he loved so much. He always bought the same kind. Black with the three trademarked white stripes. Jade said he liked them because they were simple. I guess Jade likes things to be simple.
Between conversations I would just look at him. No, looking doesn’t really describe what I was doing. I was gazing at him. Gazing into him. Every minuet of every hour I thought to myself, “God, he is so perfect.” I wished I could have him. I wished he would be mine and mine forever. But when I couldn’t see Jade, I would listen to him breathe. I remembered one night he called me, and we were talking non stop for hours. So our conversation ceased for a moment, and I just listened to his light and easy breaths. We knew we didn’t have to be talking to understand each other, it was just something that wasn’t needed in our relationship.
But that night on the swings seemed different to me. God, I didn’t know how different it really was. Jade and I talked about how one day we would be famous and people all over the world would know every word to all of our songs. We had been writing together for a while, and some of our stuff was pretty good. But we hadn’t officially formed a band. We “jammed” with Hunter and Adam in Hunter’s basement for a couple of months, but I didn’t consider it a band until we performed in front of people with a name.
But anyways, it was different. All Jade wanted to do was talk about our music, not random other things that seemed to consume most of our conversation. We didn’t really laugh either. He was getting me worried, because Jade not being funny meant Jade was upset. Not to mention the vacant look in his eyes.
I asked him what was wrong, and he said “Nothing.”, but I knew he was lying. Knowing someone for so long gets you inside your head, or at least you think you’re in their head. We could finish each others sentences, order each others food, and we defiantly knew when something was wrong. I asked him again. He promised me that “nothing was wrong.”
That’s when I got mad. Not mad enough to say anything, but mad enough to remember it for later on. I asked him again. This time, he just sighed and got off of the swing. I followed, determined to find out what was on his mind. Jade climbed up into the old fort that was attached to my wooden swing-set, and sat in a little ball. Now I was really worried.
“Jade,” I started, resting my hand on his shoulder, and sitting down so we could be at eye-level. He looked away from me, kind of like he was ashamed of something. I pulled him close, and pleaded for him to tell me what was wrong. He looked at me, but differently than he had before. Different from all of those years I had known him. His eyes were full of vacancy, and I’m sure mine were full of concern.
“Davey, you’re bi, right?” He asked in an unusually breathy tone. It was like he wanted to just say it, not ask it. He knew I was, but I humored him.
“Yes...”
“How did you know?”
I thought about that. How did I know?
“Uh, I’m not so sure. I had been feeling weird around this guy for a while, and then I realized I had a crush on him. But I knew I liked some girls too, so I figured that was what it was.”
It was the truth. I had been with girls, and I had enjoyed it. But for the past year, I had been feeling something. Something strong, and something for my lovely Jade. I had never felt like this for anyone before. Hell, I never even thought about being with a guy until I really noticed how beautiful he was. I heard something somewhere that you could think you are straight, be straight, and still be like someone of the same sex. I think that’s what it was.
Jade just sighed again. I felt horrible, he seemed so distraught. And all I could think of was myself. I thought, oh god, if Jade is bi, then maybe we stand a chance together... but I quickly pushed the thought from my head. I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
After a long silence (more of me looking at him and listening to him breathe), Jade spoke again.
“I need a favor.”
“Anything.”
“Can...can I kiss you?”
My first instinct was to smile broadly and just pull him to me and give him a kiss so beautiful that he would immediately fall in love with me and want to do me right there in that old rickety tree fort. But I held back, and said something I still regret to this day.
“Why?”
It wasn’t in my tone. My tone was as vacant as his eyes. But I genuinely wanted to know why. Why me? Why him? Why now?
Jade smiled. I was so happy that he wasn’t hurt or upset, but he was happy for my concern.
“I think I’m bi. Or gay. Or something. I want to know for sure.”
I smiled then. I allowed it this time. I pulled Jade to my lips by his chin, and embraced him with a light, yet passionate kiss. I think my feelings were fairly obvious then, but I couldn’t help but worry about how he would react.
For a few seconds, that’s all it was. A light kiss for pure curiosity, and then it morphed into something beautiful. It wasn’t me, but Jade took my face and cradled it in his hands. His thumb was playing with the hair above my ear, which made me shiver a little. I shook, releasing the emotion that was seeping through my body, and that’s when Jade opened his mouth and allowed my tongue to explore the place it has always wanted to be inside of. And now it was, and it was everything I imagined.
This kiss had changed from unsure to pure passion in mere seconds, and I just wanted to scream how happy I was. We sat there, on those splintering boards, and kissed. We held each other, and kissed.
I pulled away to get some air, smiling broadly at that beautiful creature. Jade looked at me, differently again. Something I couldn’t quite identify. Then I caught a glimpse of myself in his glasses, and I knew what it was. The same look was on my face. It was love.
This time Jade leant into me, and pushed his lips firmly against mine. It felt like we were a steel chain that couldn’t be broken, a bond so tightly woven that it wouldn’t dare rip.
And then he pulled away. And then he smiled. He stroked my hand, and spoke softly.
“Davey, I think...no...I know that I have fallen in love with you.”
“Jade, you don’t know how long I have waited for you to say that.”
“How long?”
I loved how curious he was about this stuff.
“About a year.”
“Wow.”
He kissed me again, and it was just as glorious as before.
“There is something about you...” He continued. “Like, a fire inside of you. I know it sounds weird, but it’s true. When I kiss you, I can feel that fire burning inside of me as well. And I never want it to go out...” He kissed me again, and it never got old.
“A fire inside...” I repeated to myself.
Jade smiled, and stroked my cheekbone with his right hand.
“Do you think I could kiss you again sometime?”
I laughed. “Jadey, you can kiss me any time.”
“I love you, Davey.”
“I love you too, Jade. Forever.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
I made that promise eleven years ago, and it has been one of the few that I haven’t broken. We formed A.F.I. the next day and set up some gigs at local coffee houses and shows, and told Adam and Hunter later that year about us. Some people think that our relationship is boring because we don’t like to be public about things, and we keep our intimacy very private. I guess no one knows too much about it and some people consider it to be boring, but I like it. It’s simple. Simple and beautiful, just the way Jade likes them to be.
The end.
so yeah. comment please?