There`s Nothing Else To Lose (But You) 12/?
Title: There`s Nothing Else To Lose (But You)
Author: ClariesR4ever
Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett (Others)
Rating: Teen, Mature
POV: Will`s Journal
Summary: Cobra Starship was getting bigger and brighter each way. But of course, fame had a price. Each of the Cobras lost a bit of their true selves. However that all changed the night when Gabe meet William, an abused sexually emotionally and physically intern aka slave for one of the bands on tour. Through these diary pages, is the year-long adventure of Gabe and William.
Warnings: mentions of abused, neglected, singing, lovesick boys! Oh and Fuel For Ramon bands
Disclaimer: The 30 prompt chapters begin! Enjoy!
I do not know Gabe`s mother`s or father`s names, so please bear with my own.
I could not believe that I was away from the heck and now surrounded......by love? It was a hard thing to accept.
This "love".
Wake-up calls to cook breakfast? No longer a problem.
A slap for forgetting to clean a plate? More like a simple remider here.
Song of the chapter: Our House~Maddness
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=shVdK2cbRuA
September 6th, 08
Dear Diary,
I know I haven`t written in you for a while, and I`m sorry my old friend. I have so much to tell you, I seriously drafted what I am writing first. So much has happened over the past 5 days, I am still overwhlemed with all kinds of emotions.
First, the night I was recused by the label.
I remember the way that master approached me, with a smirk that even the striped cat from Alice In Wonderland could not compare. He was up to something...and I was scared.
I huddled closer to the corner, trying to make myself even smaller.
It...It didn`t work.
I remeber the beatings, the way my master forced himself on me. I remember the feel of the scratchy blanket that laid against my broken skin. How he tossed me like garbage (Imange a bag of garbage. Now imange me. We`re the same) to the ground and hand-cuffed me so I would stay. I felt like a dog. (Chained.) Useless.
I must have drifted off, for I do not remember the kind words the label spoke to comfort me, or Gabe`s singing. (Or I was knocked out so bad..) It wasn`t until the next morning when I was informed of these events. I woke with the sun in my eyes, Gabe clutching my hand as his head was laying on his arm. Vicky slowly approached me, eyes filled with happiness.
"Willy!" she softly screamed into the silence.
Then, Gabe woke up.
Hugs, crying, and even more hugs happened after that. I was wrapped in happiness and warmth that only a blanket of friends and hugs could cure.
I was surrounded by people..who loved me?
I could not believe that I was away from the heck and now surrounded......by love? It was a hard thing to accept.
This "love".
Wake-up calls to cook breakfast? No longer a problem.
A slap for forgetting to clean a plate? More like a simple remider here.
Second was the Police Report that that Officer issued.
Pete called a local police department, asking if a officer of the Domestic Abuse/Animal Abuse department could come over to the tour site.
No! I wasn`t abused!
He did this, much to my despair. I did NOT need to report anything, I was FINE.
"Why?" They asked.
It`s a mistake, officer, we are just pulling a prank......
"We have a domestic abuse victim wanting to end their pain." Was the only reply.
Domestic abuse? I wasn`t being domesticly abused! Was even 'domesticly' a word?
20 minutes later, surrounded by the label, the officer asked each painful question.
My left hand was clutched by Gabe, my right Sisky. Both who clutched my hands as if I was to drift away if they didn`t.
History of abuse?
Alex gasped, and was asked to leave.
Nate ran after him, a quick hug to me.
And he was gone.
Name of abuser?
I could only remember how I held my breath, sobs theartening to escape.
I could only shake my head, afriad to answer. No prompting could get me to revel, so the officer quickly asked the next question.
Written statement of injuries? Pictures?
Did they want to broadcast this to the world??
Each statement broke a piece of Gabe`s heart. I was barely looking from behind my curtain of brown hair by the end. Tears theartened to escape, but I could not shed one. I had to be strong. I had to be strong for the label.
The officer left with my broken soul, and all I recieved in return was a EPO. A piece of paper that was my safety barrier.
It was suppose to protect me from the bruises? The pain?
"Are you alright, Will?"
So deep in thought, I had not realized that the whole label was looking at me, questions in their eyes.
Gabe was pulling me to his chest. He smelt like flowers.
Mumbling sweet nothings into my ear, smiling as I relaxed.
"I love you." he said at last.
Was I dreaming?
"I love you, too." I whispered back, squeezing his hand gently.
Looking up at the many faces of the label...I took a breath, clearing my head.
My throat was parched. Through a clear of my throat...
"I-I`m fine." I lied, covering my pain with a smile.
Third was the depart to our house in New Jersey.
"Our". I still couldn`t believe it.....it was ours. Gabey and mine.
I knew that the label didn`t believe that I was 'fine'. The girls rolled their eyes, while the guys all gave me that 'Who are you kidding?' looks.
That`s why they stayed an extra day, just to comfort me. We all crammed into Pete and Patricks`s manison, La Palace Wentz-Stump. It was surrounded by trees, green land.
The boys played video games half the day, the girls hovering close. As if something was to happen!
I was still thankful for their watching eye. They served as a welcoming barrier that blocked away the pondering thoughts of "What happens next?"
Everyone was including me.
I was overwhelmed with that question. What would happen to me?
Would I be kicked out in the street? No.
That`s what Gabe kept repeating in my ear.
But....what if he changed his mind?
Would I go to master again?
For dinner, we cooked hot dogs and hamburgers.
Alchol was passed around, but kept away from the youngings...Sisky, Ryan, Me.
We were content drinking pop, high on its fuel it provided.
The label partied the night away, and for once I was not thinking of the next day. I was living in the moment, with my boyfriend.
Partying with my friends.
It felt good to be free.
Everyone soon went to bed, sastifated with the night and my behavior. Morning came too soon, and everyone parted in their separate ways. My heart was torn with each goodbye, as if this was the last time I would see them. I had to remind myself that I would see them again.
I would see them again.
They graced me with a farewell hug, each with their warmth. They grasped my hand, took my phone, entered theirs.
"Text me anytime." they warned, serious.
"If you need ANYTHING..."
More hugs, more love.
It felt like a wave was crashing upon me, this warmth.
I started to cry my tears. When tears came, a button was pushed. The label came swarming back, comforting again. I was soon left wimpering in Gabe`s, not from the tears.
Wimpering from the relief of the burden of my master. As I was told over and over, I was free.
But that pondering thought still contiued..."Would I be free for a while? Or will master be back?"
No Arnold quoting, here.
It was sad, but true.
Soon, only Pete, Patrick, Gabe and I were left in the mansion. Patrick clutched my hand, tears still gracing my face. He smiled at me.
"Are you ok?"
Leave it to Patrick to ask THAT question.
"I`m fine."
Gabe and Pete were in the kitchen, agrueing about the additonal of another band to the label. Pete wanted to reject them, while Gabe agrued (or yelled) to give them a chance.
Patrick leaned closer, a hair away from my face. I couldn`t stop it...I flinched.
He backed off a bit, but still close enough for only my ears to hear his words.
"Will, you`re not ok. Please, don`t be afraid."
"I-I-I`m scared of the future." I found myself saying.
I couldn`t let this emotion go. I couldn`t....
"Will, we`re all scared of the future. It`s fine to be scared, it keeps us on our toes."
"What-What if he comes back?"
A pause. I bet he wasn`t expecting this.
"What if he comes back? What if he hurts the label? What if he destroys us, what we have, together?" I contiue, tears again falling as I fold into myself. I have to be small, I have to be alone!
"Will. Calm down, hon, it`s ok."
"What if I have to go back? What would happen if I had to go back?"
"Will-"
I didn`t know where all this emotion was coming from. It was spilling out of me, out of control. I had to stop. I had to be STRONG!
"Wilvy." came a new voice. Gabe.
I was in trouble, I was going to be punished.
I winced, burying my head into my arms.
"Will. Babe, please, look at me."
How could someone like me refuse? I opened my eyes, lifting my tear-stricken to match his.
All I could see in his eyes was comfort.
"Will. Remember OUR house in New Jersey? OUR life WE`RE starting together?"
"I d-do. But Gabey-what if.."
"Shush." He says, pulling me into his lap. He nudges my head into the crook of his neck, rubbing my back softly.
"We`re leaving tonight at 10. Trick and Petey already booked us the flight." he said as Pete rolled his eyes at his nickname. "It takes about 7 hours, so we`ll in NJ by 5 am. My mother, who ALREADY adores you, will pick us up and we`ll go her house to spend the day. Then, WE`RE going to visit OUR house." he said sternly.
His mother already adored me? How?
"Because she listened through my rambling of how I meet this cute, quiet, sweet boy who stumbled into me. How I was already head over heels about him, even before I knew his name. How I loved him even more when we began to hang out."
"Sh-she..."
"She accepts you, William. Please, Will, stop fretting." He says as he kisses my cheek.
"Fretting is what I do, Gabey."
Pete, Patrick and Gabe all laugh, closer to hug me.
"See Will? You`re alright." Patrick said.
"You`re part of the Ramen gang, now!"
"Our house," I sing.
As if I could not believe it.
"In the middle of the street." Gabe finishes as he pulls me into a kiss.
Fourth was the plane ride to OUR house.
September 7th, 2008. 1am.
I still couldn`t grasp the thought of ours. It sounded so true at Patrick and Pete`s house, but now as I repeat it over in my head...it becomes a stranger.
Leaving, Gabe gave me his purple sweatshirt to wear.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because" he said.
"Why?" I asked again.
"Everytime you`re scared, I`ll be there to hold your hand. Everytime you need comfort, I`ll be around you, both literally," he said as he tugged on the sleeve, "and physically."
Did he seriously enjoy making me CRY?
Because I was crying like the Nigara Falls.
"Bilvy....don`t cry. Geeze, you never run out of tears!" he teased as he hugged me.
"Please, Gabey, you enjoy his tears." Pete teases back in my offense.
"I don`t like my Bilvy crying. It makes me sad!"
My Bilvy. My Bilvy is what he said.
The airplane is silent. Only the sound of my pen on paper.
Gabe is asleep next to me, head buried into his purple pillow, mouth open (slightly). His right hand is still around my arm, never letting go, not once.
Through the shakey take-off, through my panic attack..he still held on.
Whispered love as I shook.
We have four more hours to go, four more hours to 'my new life' as Gabe calls it.
My 'new life'. A start-over, a new page.
I am happy when he is happy.
When he`s asleep, though, my worry begins to increase again.
All the questions just enter my mind again.
(I can`t think them, I can`t, I won`t...)
Pulling out Gabe`s purple (what else color would he have, seriously?) I-Pod, I scroll through the songs, finding 'Our House' by Maddness. Gabe says he dedicated this song to me, William Beckett. For the beginning of OUR lives, together.
Together. To, like the number two.
Two of us.
Overwhelmed by the song, I drifted........
Fifth, was the fact I was MEETING Gabe`s Mom and Dad!!
September 7th. 5 am.
It was skipping to the third date. I was meeting Gabe`s mother! Gabe told me to relax, but I still frett. I know I shouldn`t, I really do, but I`m so scared. What if she doesn`t expect 'me' to walk through the door. What if she expected someone else? Gabe told me when he woke up, he saw that I still had my notebook (diary) open, pen holding its page. He didn`t mean to, he said, but he read what I had written at one. He said I had to stop worrying. I could relax, be free of that burden. He clasped my hand again, and told me he loved me. That HIS mother would LOVE me. HIS FAMILY WOULD LOVE ME.That of course, I was HIS Bilvy. I was blushing, my cheeks pink as he kissed my nose. I was embarsssed. Tears were coming to my eyes. Was I that big of a crybaby? Was I that big of a girl to cry at a simple 'I love you'? Right now I`m in the airport restroom, writing down all these thoughts. As soon as Gabe kissed me, I knew that tears were coming. I hurridly excused myself, running to the restroom and locking the stall door. I needed to be alone. All these thoughts are poaring out of me...Gosh, I need to chill. Won`t you be overwhelmed? I was. I was such a girl. Gabe was probaley so sick of my girlish tears. He needed another man to fill his life. He needed a man, not a girl. He.....
Hi. This is Gabe, writing in absence of Bilvy for the moment. I found him crying and writing in this diary over how he was not needed in my life. I want to correct this by writing this, myself, in this diary...That he is my love, my only. I gave my purple sweatershirt to prove that to him. So don`t believe him. I am therefore taking this diary (for now), and not allowing him to write any more negatives about his beautiful self in it. So, Gooday, dear diary.
It`s 10 pm, and I am writing this with a flashlight. I haven`t been able to write in this all day, because Gabe hide it in his suitcase. After finding me in the bathroom, he took my diary and told me that this (the diary) was not needed, not today. He graped my hand, and dragged me away. We waited 10 minutes for our suitcases, then drove to Gabe`s house.
His mother was such a nice, sweet, women. As soon as I closed the door, his mother ran out of the house and pratically tackled me with hugs. I was so startled. Gabe quickly jumped to my resue, coming around the car.
I was gasping for breath, trying to swallow down the bad memories of Master jumping me. What he did AFTER jumping me.
I had to swallow them, because I wasn`t in that situation anymore.
I wasn`t.
"Will?"
Oh....Oh, Gabe. "Hi." I said through my dry sobs.
"Hello, Will. It is a pleasure finally meeting the young man my Gabs has been talking about." she said in a nice, sweet tone. She had one of the biggest smiles I had ever seen, a pure one, on her face as I looked up.
"It`s nice t-to meet you t-t-too." I said, grasping her hand to shake.
"Such a mannered man indeed, Gabe." she said with approval. A beaming Gabe was besides me, cluthching my other hand in his.
I laughed, the air suddenly becoming full of happiness.
"Now, we don`t want stand outside all day, do we? You two need to freshen up."
"Mom, what do you mean, 'freshen up'?" Gabe asked as they lead me to the coloniel style house. It was very nice. A large porch that went around, complete with nice patio chairs, a small black iron table, and a swinging chair in the end. Flowers of red that graced before it. The door was a deep brown, a small window. A single sign hanging to the left, stating 'Saporta Household'.
"Why, we have your father to please, dear."
Gabe`s father. Gabe`s father, the man of the household.
I looked in Gabe`s eyes, fear shown in them. Gabe`s father!
"Hush, it`ll be alright. He`s just an ole fart who loves to crack his tasteless jokes." He said to my ear, squeezing my hand. "Relax, ok?"
"Are you alright, Will?" Gabe`s mother asked as we reached the door.
"I`m fine, Mrs.-"
"Lyndianna, or Lyn for short."
"Lyn, I am fine. Just a bit weary from the plane ride." I said.
She gave the mother`s glare, of 'How She knew I wasn`t Ok' glare.
"I`m a b-bit nervous."
She softened. Giving my hand another squeeze, she said "Gabe is right, dear. He is truly an ole fart who laughs at his jokes. He knows when to behave. So, be yourself."
His front door lead us into a front room, tan as sand. To our left was stairs, to the right a closet with mountains of shoes, coats and hats.
"C`mon." Gabe said as he lead me up the wooden stairs and into the hall of doors. We walked till we reached the last one, a lighter sand door with the engraved name 'Gabe'.
It was his childhood room. Light purple, complete with a 4 poster bed and matching dressers.
Sorry if I go into detail, Diary.
Anyways, he dropped our suitcases (messily) on his bed, and turned around. The door was closed. I was still standing in awe, looking around, when he came up to me and kissed me.
I blushed like a schoolgirl.
"Hey."
"Hi." was all I repiled. I was really concerned. What was he doing???
"Look-I know that your father punished you in physical way."
HOW? HOW...
"Ryan told me."
That, that snitch!
"He said that you never felt loved by your father. How he treated you like dirt."
Worse then dirt, if possible.
"But my father won`t. He never raised a hand to me, or my brothers. He is a verbal person."
Verbal? Like...Like..
"But he always has a way of making even the meanest of words turn into caring ones. He won`t abuse you with his words, Will. I promise. He cares for you, just like my mom and I do."
"You say that, Gabey, but how-"
"Because, that`s what we do." is all he answers.
"We?"
"Us, the Saparta Fam."
Diary, that was the speech I needed to make myself sure. I was ready to meet Gabe`s parents. I was ready to face Gabe`s father.
I-I hope.
"What`s his name?"
"Martin. Marty for short."
"Martin and Lyndianna. Marty and Lyn." I repeated outloud.
"Good. If my brothers pop in" he said before he mumbled a 50/50 chance they might "They`re names are Marcus aka Mark, and Lucin."
"Mark and Lucin. Marty and Lyn." I said again.
"Ready to go?" he said.
"H-Hold my hand?" I whispered, head bowed.
"Bilvy! Do you HAVE TO ASK?!" He repiles, snatching my cluthched hand into his.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Turns out, I had nothing to fear. Gabe`s dad was a brillant jokster. At first glance he ran up and tugged me into a hug.
"You must be William!" he greeted me cheerifuly.
"Si." I said, blushing at Gabe.
Gabe`s father was pleased. Grabbing my wrist, he led me to the plush red chair.
Dinner was pleasant, a cooked roast. Complete with chieff`s salad, a carrot dish with both regular and cooked carrots...
Dessert was Bannana Cream Pie, complete with whipped cream and topped with a cherry. It was a pleasant dinner, one that I could eat along with everyone else!!!
Gabe made sure I knew that. Once we placed at the table, he pulled me closer so he could whisper in my ear.
"Teddy, you are allowed to grab as much servings of anything on this table. No asking, just grab as much as you WANT. Ok?"
"Gabe, I want to m-make sure everyone-"
"Hush. You are allowed anything too."
Gabe`s mother and father were looking over, curosity in their eyes.
"He wasn`t allowed to eat until AFTER his master, band, and dogs ate." Gabe
Gabe`s father had his mouth open, in shock.
"It was no big deal." I said, blushing.
"William Beckett, you having DOUBLE servings!" Lyn says.
So after being stuffed with double servings, we 'retired' to the parlor (aka tv room) and watched a few Lifetime Movies.
Nine o`clock rolled around, and Gabe`s mom soon shooed the cuddling couple, us, up to Gabe`s old bedroom. Telling us that we needed to rest up to see our house tommorrow.
Gabe clutched my hand, a smirk on his face as we walked the steps.
"What are you planning?" I say to him.
"Nothing, love, nothing. Can I simply just look at my beautiful partner and smile?"
"P-P-Partner? Me? B-Beautiful?"
"Bilvy, you are beautiful. You are my PARTNER. Please, remember that."
He lead me into his room, then tossed us onto the bed. It made a creak, but supported us.
"Gabey, we have to get ready for bed..."
"We are ready. Just take off your Mary Janes, and we`ll be all set."
I giggled. My Mary Janes? Was I a girl?
"You`re even more beautiful when you giggle." he said, stroking a hand down my cheek.
He seriously enjoyed making my cheeks turn into red flames.
After talking, giggling, light kisses and singing, Gabe drifted off. I was almost there myself, but I had to write this adventure down.
Now that my adventure is told, I am signing off diary.
For once in my life, I am happy to see what tommorrow brings me.
Espically with Gabe by my side.
Sixth was OUR HOUSE!
September 8th, 2008. 11 pm.
Our house......Our house was beautiful. But I should probaley start from the beginning, where this wonderful day was born.
(Morning)
I woke up to Gabe`s sweet singing in my ear.
His gentle hands that traced my body like a precious artifact.
"Good morning, love." he says into my ear, grabbing my hand. Rubbing his thumbs over mine, as a way of comfort. I liked this. This comfort that was shown.
"Gabey." I say in a gentle whisper.
I was still waking up FOR GODDNESS SAKES!
"How are you?" He asks me.
FIRST THING!!
"Happy. Happy not to wake up at 6:30 a.m. Happy to be your arms." Could I be anymore girl?
"I`m glad that YOU are in my arms."
"You never stop making me blush!" I mock-hit him.
"Because you`re so cute when you do." he says back, kissing my nose.
After 20 minutes of kissing and teasing, we finally got up and dressed. Gabe dressed in a yellow shirt, his second favorite blue sweater, his rumpled jeans, his neon pink-lace shoes. (Him) Watching as I dressed myself in my blue polo shirt, complete with Gabe`s purple sweatshirt, my actual size and favorite jeans. My 'Mary Janes' that I love. They`re comfy for any activity!
Ate breakfast of Gabe`s scrambled eggs, burnt toast with jam and butter. Sure, he wasn`t the BEST cook, but he did try, and that was all that mattered to me. He is such a sweatheart.
Hugged both Gabe`s mom and dad as we gathered our things and left. They both squuezed and cried for me as if I was one of their own. As their own child. I cried, again. My mother and younger sister, Courtney, were the only ones (in my household) that hugged me. My father never displayed any affection to me. He thought that a 'son like me' was...was worthless. When Gabe`s father hugged me, it just broke down my wall. A wall I thought I had perfected.
"Wilvy, Wilvy, why are crying?" Gabe asked as he cuddled me in his arms.
"I`m, I`m sorr-ry. I`m s-sure as Gabe t-told you, I was never r-really told by m-my father I was l-loved. When M-Marty hugged me, it-it just reminded m-me of what I never exp-perienced."
Marty stepped up, softly nudging my chin up to meet his eyes.
"William Eugene, you are now my new son. I`m sorry you`re father failed to let you see how wonderful you are."
Me? Wonderful?
I was...wonderful? I couldn`t believe that I was 'wonderful'.
So after 20 minutes of even more hugging (No crying...thank gosh!!)
"We`re off, Billiam." he said as he guided the car out of the driveway. Turning the radio to 98.7, he sang out the lyrics to the latest pop song at the top of his lungs. Urging me to sing along as he raced through the swarm of cars that lead to our house. No matter what was thrown at us, we speed through it.
We parked in front of the most beautiful coloniel I had ever seen. Painted white with green shutters, it laid in the green grass like a castle. Outside its barrier was a slightly off white picket fence. To the left, tucked away in the little corner, was an apple blosem tree. Along the road lines thousands of red flowers, dancing with the slight breeze. I`m no artist, so please forgive me if my picture is off, Diary.
*Author`s Note: To get a clear image of 'William`s' drawings, please click on the image. You`ll be able to zoom in and see the details. Sorry it came out so blurry!*
The Front (From Above View)
The porch itself was decorated simply with two iron black twist chairs with a matching table. A vase of purple flowers (Gabe must have been here!) decorated the table.
Words cannot express the awe I felt when I glided through the wooden door. Gabe`s family painted the house in our choice of colors (The Battle Between Teal (Me) and Blue (Gabe) for our living room still fresh on our minds)
The entry way was painted a hunter green. Wide to fit a group of people. A closet graced its left.
Walking to the left doorway, you were surrounded by the peaceful purple that Gabe picked. A window shone its rays into the room, making the room glow.
Walking even more to the doorway of the kitchen, teal meet the purple as if a warrior, yet soothed. The teal matched the white counters and cabinets. A island placed in the middle, complete with a state-of-the-art sink. Frames lined the clean wall, empty. It sparkled as the sun shone through the big window. A door in the right corner led to our backyard. Just as I was about to open it, Gabe grabbed my hand and led me another door opening.
The room was tiny, but a comfortable tiny. Painted grey, Gabe filled the room with colorful assecories, like the red washer and dryer. Accross, two blue cabinets filled the corners, a tiny clothesline hanging between them. Yellow, green, blue, clips spread accross like an army.
"Geeze Gabe, you pratically did this yourself." I said, pointing to the colorful clips.
"That`s my mom`s taste." He said while smirking.
"I see where you get it from!"
"We`re not done yet, Teddy. Open that door."
The door was a dark brown, handle brass and glowing as if magic. Opening it slowly, I was stunned to see gold-yellow walls. I felt like I was in The Wizard Of Oz.
A wndow took up half of the left wall. It was clothed in dark gold curtains. In front was a dark brown desk, complete with a computer, fax machine, printer/copier. A gray file cabinet to its right.
The remaining wall was taken over with frames. Frames of our friends, Gabe`s parents, old photos of Sisky, Mike, Ryan and I, of Gabe and I. All choatic arranged as a mosiac. It was beautiful.
"It`s beautiful." I said, tracing the outline picture of the label hanging out at Pete and Patrick`s place. We were all crammed on a couch, smiling.
"I thought you would like it." Gabe said softly. He was looking at the middle frame, a frame of deep brown. It held a picture of Gabe and I on the outdoor swing at Pete and Patrick`s, the sun shinning in the background. I was on Gabe`s lap, a smile that took up half my face. Gabe was smirking, one hand holding the rope and the other around my waist.
"I LOVE it." I said, kissing his cheek.
"We still have more house to see, Bilvy."
Indeed we did. After a hug, we walked into our living room. The walls were painted a deep orange. Another big window graced the front wall. It was huge! I was in awe, twisting in circles as I examined each corner, each wall. Gabe had filled the walls with black wire frames, full of pictures of places. Paris, Australia, Germany.
A crimson carpet covered the dark wood of the floor.
It looked...elegant.
"Wow."
"Classy, right?" Gabe said as pulled me closer.
"Elegant."
"That`s what I what to hear!"
"That`s what she said." I said before he could. He pouted, and I smiled.
He was so cute.
"Bathroom time, Ted!" he said as he pulled me with him.
"Gabe! I love you, but I do NOT.."
"Not like that, Teddy. I mean, check out this bathroom!" He said as he opened the wooden door.
It....It was stunning. (For a bathroom)
Painted a hunter green, the white sink, the white toliet....
It looked like it came from a magazine.
"Now, upstairs!"
Upstairs? There was a upstairs???
I was in shock as he pulled me from the magazine bathroom, closing the door loudly behind him. He led me up the wooden steps, soft with brown carpet. The walls were complete with pictures; Gabe in front of the Los Vegas sign, Gabe sitting a top of his bus tanning. Pictures of me and my guitar under an oak tree, hugging Vicky, Ryan and I playing 'Itense Spit'. I felt tears, yet again, coming out of my eyes.
Words could not explain my feelings for the upper floor. Gabe promised that his mother would deliever his bed from his old bedroom in tommorrow, so we could at least sleep comfortably. I was speechless, and seriously wanted to cry again.
Now that the tour was over, it was close to 7pm. A peck on the cheek, and Gabe ran to get some Mickey D`s. I was alone with the future.
It was stunning. I could not believe that my luck gad turned. Three years of torture, and now I had met the love of my life, along with a fresh new start.
Looking through the frames, I couldn`t believe that I met some wonderful people.
Scooting from room to room, I embraced each corner, each window, each picture frame. Some were empty, others full of Gabe and I.
I was staring at a picture of Gabe and I that Vicky had photgraphed. I was in front, dressed in a plain white t shirt and dark blue jeans with my black sneakers. I was smiling, happiness in full measure. Behind me, Gabe had wrapped his arms around my waist, his head placed on my left shoulder. He was smiling.
It made me smile.
"Happy, Love?" came a soft voice behind me.
I turned, smiling at the sight of Gabe with two white and red bags.
"Dinnar (He prounnced) is served!"
A wonderful meal. Filled with french fry throwing, milkshake trying and Happy Meal toys. It was a lovely first meal to have together in our new home. Our new life.
After, Gabe brought in his portable DVD player, and we watched 'The Hangover'. A very stupid-funny movie, but Gabe and I loved it.
Sorry if I`m flashing through these memories, diary, but I am tired. It is 12:01 a.m.
After finishing 'The Hangover', it was around 11:30. Gabe had fallen asleep during the end credits, so I was without company.
So, I wrote my first day down.
I`m signing off, diary. I promise I will write again, soon.
Love,
William