♥ can't stop, won't stop ,* LOVE.

[blaise andrew ryland ©]

blaise was sure glad that was over, and by

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the drive was not short but it was manageable,[/b][/font] and they were easily back to Arizona in one day. Blaise knew the highways like the back of his hand; he loved the desert scenery, and he loved the windows down, the sun shining on the dashboard, her in the passenger seat. Nothing could have been sweeter than singing together to the songs on the radio, holding her hand over the center console until his left hand got too tired to steer and he was forced to let go. Something about being with her just felt so undeniably right that he could not imagine his life going any other way at this point in time. He was happier than he thought perhaps he had ever been, and he owed it all to her.

a good nearly eight hours after they departed los angeles, Blaise was manuevering down the familiar streets of the Arizona suburbs, getting closer and closer to their destination. He had not thought to mention that he lived alone; didn't a lot of the people on the label? A few of them still shacked up with their parents during off time, he supposed, and he knew that a few were roommates, but here, it was just him. He had a lot of friends from highschool that still lived nearby but he'd gotten his own place after the release of lipstick inferno's first album. the house was in a quiet neighbornhood, not terribly big - 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room, kitchen, and nice little backyard. it wasn't much but it was more home than he would consider his mother's house. as he pulled into the driveway and put his car in park, he looked over at her, smiling. "home sweet home," he told her, unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the car door to step out. He went around to the back to grab their bags and met her on the porch, fishing out his key and unlocking the front door, letting her in first.
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IT WAS ESPECIALLY HARD TO go from one way of living right into another, a transition that was surely not smooth in all aspects of itself. loveica had been bounced and moved around so much that she was just used to it. it wasn't easy but at the same time, it wasn't exactly difficult anymore. she was willing to keep her chin up and take whatever life had to throw at her. this, now, involved her packing her things and instead of going to her own home where she would be staying with juliet, her roomate (cause i said so), she had agreed to stay with him and she was a little on the nervous side to go home with him and meet his parents. of course, this was all major and extreme speculation on her end and it wasn't going to happen but he hadn't said anything that would have really lead her to believe otherwise, which was going to be her downfall in this case.

NORMALLY, LOVEICA WAS BOUNCING OFF the walls too much to get her to sit still in a car for eight hours but there was something about being around him that really got her calmed down. she really found the ability to just focus on him, on the way her hand felt warm in his as they talked and laughed as they drove through the deserts. it was something she was not use to seeing, even when she was on tour. most of that time, she spent sleeping, but now, she had shotgun and got to see everything in a way that she had never seen it before. it was amazing, really, something she was loving. it was nice to hold his hand, to just sing and be herself with him, something that she loved and loved how easy it came to her. her favorite thing of the whole trip had to be the few times she'd glance over at him, his face getting a bit of the glow from the sun, and seeing that giant grin on his face. there wasn't anything better than that.

THE NERVES WERE BUILDING AS they started pulling into suburbs, driving into a neighbourhood much like the one that loveica had lived in when they had moved into the states. it seemed homely, comfortable, and she could see why a family like his would pick a place like this to live. at least, this was all what was on her mind, not that she had said anything to him about her. not only was she far too nervous but more than that, she just wanted to take it for what it was worth and enjoy it while it lasted. she smiled as he pulled into the driveway, getting out and stretching, getting feeling back in her limbs again before she met him on the porch and stepped in in front of him. she looked around and a small frown knit her features. it seemed so empty. she folded her arms over her stomach. "do you.. do you live alone?[/color]" she asked him, turning around.

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it was definitely weird going from living on a

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there had always been something breathtaking[/b][/font] about the desert to blaise. sure, he'd grown up there, but something about the drive was just gorgeous to him. he loved the red tone of the rock and sand, loved the way the sunset looked like someone had painted it right across the sky, deep streaks of pink and gold. most of all, he loved the way you could see the stars at night. that was something that made him terribly homesick in LA; you couldn't see the stars, no matter how hard you tried. All you saw were airplanes and maybe a satellite; he loved LA for its culture and what it was worth, but it wasn't his home. This was. This was the place he loved, and he was thrilled to be sharing it with the girl he loved.

as he threw open the front door, it struck him as well how empty the house seemed. he knew by tomorrow it would feel as much like home as ever, but the look on her face sung a different tune. he realized, at her quiet question, that maybe he should have mentioned something about -- well, living alone. "Uhmm... yeah," he replied softly, stepping in ahead of her to switch on the light, setting their bags by the door. "come in," he prodded lightly, shutting the door behind her and running a few fingers through his hair, turning to look at her. "i'm.. i'm sorry. you thought --"[/color] he stammered over the words a bit, as it hit him for the millionth time that what people expected him to be was rarely what he was. "you thought i lived with my parents."[/color]
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THERE WAS SOMETHING DEFINITELY REFRESHING about not having to see the same exact faces that you had seen for the past few months all day every day. now, seeing his face all day every day for a few days was not going to be a thorn in her side at all. in fact, she knew she wouldn't mind it in the slightest. it was better than being on a bus the majority of the day with a bunch of girls. it was just them and even though it seemed like that was a great downsize from what she was used to, she really didn't mind it. there was only so much you could do when you were trapped in a house on wheels with people who could sometimes drive you up a wall. but him, he never seemed to aggrivate her in the slightest and that was what she knew as comfort.

ALL THAT LOVEICA HAD SEEN growing up as a child had been the dreary streets that wound through ipswich. all of the houses looked so much the same and all of the people seemed to dread their lives. it was hard to keep your head up in a place like that when it rained all of the time and just naturally, the atmosphere was just down and sad all of the time. maybe that was where a lot of her insecurity came from. she was afraid to venture out of her shell because she was comfortable where she was. she had been holed up in the same place for so long that it had really affected her more than she thought it would. it was bothersome, especially now that she looked back on it. it was the one thing that could still get under her skin and that was something about ehrself she hated. she was slowly learning to find comfort outside of that, though, and find comfort in him. that was a good feeling and it was also a feeling she didnt want to shake. he made her happy. and happiness was a rarity for her.

SHE WAS JUST A LITTLE confused, that was the most of it. she was unsure of what to think considering that she had made a large assumption that had not been true in the least. she felt sick to her stomach and she didn't know what to do about it. when he spoke, her stomach turned again and she felt like a bleeding moron. she shouldn't have just assumed that she was getting to meet his parents. home didn't always mean parents, even she should have known that, of all people. she was almost embarrassed, her cheeks flaming to a bright red. she looked down at her feet when he spoke again and she didn't even know what to say. she wanted to apologize and tell him that she was an idiot and she shouldn't have just jumped to the conclusion that he lived with his parents or that he would have wanted her to meet them even this early. she bit her lip and inhaled slowly. "i'm so sorry,[/b]" she said softly, not looking up at him. boy, did she feel class a stupid.

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blaise enjoyed being on tour with a few of his

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blaise had always been the kid to paste on[/b][/font] a smile, even when conditions were less than ideal. he wasn't sure where he got his somewhat positive outlook; it definitely wasn't from his mother. he had never been overly optomistic but he wasn't terribly down on the world, either. he was generally just very laid back about things, tried not to blow anything too out of proportion. and one of his favorite things in the world was laughter and smiles. he was realizing, the more time he spent with her, that smile of hers that he had so fallen in love with before he hardly knew her name, was fast becoming one of his favorite sights. he had seen gorgeous sunsets over the arizona desert, he had seen sunrises over a florida beach, but nothing stuck in his head quite as prominanatly as how gorgeous her smile was.

it hit him like a ton of bricks, the way her cheeks flamed red, that he really should have explained a thing or two to her before he brought her back to Arizona, or he should have atleast mentioned he did not live with his parents. surely she had assumed that home meant parents, that he wanted her to meet them. and it wasn't that her assumption was wrong; it wasn't that he didn't want her to meet his parents. it was just that, he would be incredibly ashsamed to tell her, they probably didn't care to meet her much. it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with the fact his mother held very little interest in his life, and his farther was good as MIA. he sighed softly, shaking his head as she apologized. "No, no, Love, I'm sorry.. this is completely my fault. I.. I should have told you,"[/color] he told her, reaching up and cradling her cheek gently in one of his hands. "I should have clarified that coming home for me doesn't mean going back to my mom's house,"[/color] he told her. He bit his lip, watching how disappointed she looked. He was just as disappointed, now that he'd had a moment to process it. "It's not that I didn't want you to meet them,"[/color] he whispered softly. "I would have been ready to do that whole thing a month ago,"[/color] he assured her with a little smile. Too bad he was not making any sense -- he knew it, too. This had to seem just absurd to her. "Come on,"[/color] he prodded gently. "I'll show you around and we'll talk about it."[/color]
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THE ENTIRE SUMMER HAD BEEN a good thing, especially with the delimma that had arisen in loveica's life. before miss mirror had been offered the spot on enchantment again, she had really been considering the possibility that she was going to quit the band and return home, return to allistar and return to her family. she had spoken to her mother about it, who had promptly dismissed any notion she had of coming home. she knew that the band made her happy and that was what she should have been doing and as her mother, she was not going to take that away from her. that wasn't so much the problem as was the fact that love was terrified that her heart wouldn't be in it if it was always stuck on her suffering brother. but she had stayed and she was glad she did. she was glad that they all agreed to take the spot on enchantment and she was glad that because of that, she had found something in him that she had never found in anyone else. it was a miracle, one that she more and more thankful for every single day, day in and out. he was the one thing that had saved her.

IT WAS HARD TO HAVE an optomistic outlook when the world was such a dark place, especially after losing your brother at such a young age and well, basically losing two at the same time. she was trying though. love was still doing everything she could to wear that smile on her face with pride and not have a single care in the world. sure, it wasn't the easiest thing in the world but he was helping that along for her. he was giving her a reason to want to smile, a reason to want to be happy instead of being stuck on the things that had happened in the past. he made her feel like she mattered, like she wasn't just some drummer for that chick band. he made her feel human, made her feel important and that was something she took well too. it was like he had placed her on this pedistool and now, she was someone instead of just some girl. it was more the aspect that she felt like an actual person than the feeling of importance that mattered to her. she didn't really expect anyone else to know or understand it and that was alright, as long as he understood.

TO BE RATHER BLUNT AND honest, she felt like an idiot. she felt so stupid, so ridiculous that she didn't even know where to begin. why had she been so silly? why had she made an assumption when there was really no grounds for it? she knew that if he ever went home with her that her parents wouldn't be there, so why did she all of a sudden that that he would be any different? after all, they were adults and most of them didn't live with their parents anymore. so then what was the reasoning behind her thinking that he did? even she was unsure. it had just stuck in her head that that was what it meant and now, she was regretting that she had completely jumped to conclusions. boy, there wasn't anything better than feeling like a complete ass in front of you non-boyfriend, right? she leaned into his palm and looked up at him, her big brown eyes extremely soft as she listened. he was right, he was making no sense. so she took his hand like a lost little girl and nodded her head as he pulled her toward the first room of his choosing, her fingers tightening around his gently.

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not going on enchantment had not been

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there were so many exceptions when it came[/b][/font] to her, for blaise. he didn't date girls; except her. he didn't let himself hardly speak to girls..except her. he did not let anyone in, at all, he did not think himself silly at 3am about anything except his own shortcomings..and her. he did not expect anyone to get him, he did not expect anyone to care, anyone to really want to know, anyone to ask.. except her. and that was barely even that he expected it; it was just what happened, it was just how they worked, and maybe that was exactly why she was the exception. it was because she was exceptional, something that he had never had and now that he did,never ever wanted to give up.

he wondered now if perhaps some perception of him had shifted for her. did she think that? did she think he was the kind of guy who had to come out of a normal home, with a loving, married mother and father who read him bedtime stories and bought him a car on his sixteenth birthday? did she think that they'd sat around every christmas morning, opening presents together by the fireplace? did she think that he'd been the kind of kid who would help his dad BBQ in the summer, eat the cookie dough before his mom could get the cookies in the oven? because that wasn't what he came from. in fact, to him, that didn't exist outside of books, movie screens -- basically in his universe. he just smiled down at her, pressing his lips briefly and tenderly to hers, before he let his fingers clutch hers gently, settling on explaining in a few minutes.

He took a few steps across the living room, and pulled her through a doorway. "So here's the kitchen, where I'm gonna make you chocolate chip pancakes tomorrow morning. And let me tell you, my chocolate chip pancakes are basically world famous,"[/color] he told her, his eyes gleaming, trying to lighten the mood, atleast for a few minutes. He pulled her down the hall, showed her a spare bedroom, where he did not intend on letting her sleep, showed her where the bathroom was. He opened the blinds to the backyard, showing her the quaint little yard that wasn't all that thrilling. And then he wandered up the stairs, taking her to his bedroom. "This is my room,"[/color] he explained unnecessarily, stopping and taking a moment to absorb the room he'd left, just as he'd left it, three months ago. "I promise the sheets are clean, and you're free to test the matress whenever you feel necessary,"[/color] he teased, laughing and kissing her cheek playfully. "Master bath's right there,"[/color] he indicated, pointing to a doorway on the wlal to the right of them. He started to step across the bedroom, to a sliding glass door. He threw back the verticals and unlocked the glass door, stepping out onto a small balcony, dragging her with him. "And this is the balcony, where I will postpone a completely unnecessary explanation until you answer a question for me."[/color]
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SHE HAD KNOWN FROM THE beginning that the chance that they would be put back on the tour again was a very big one. she knew that they were a jewel to be coveted by spellbound and that they were also an asset, especially considering that they were one of the two only all female bands on tour and they were the one with the more positive image. now, she wasn't exactly going to say it was completely positive because she did have juliet in her band but at the same time, compared to a midsummer's nightmare, they were pretty much the picture of catholic school girls. she knew that they set a relatively good example and part of her was really pround of that. she could be a face that girls could look up to and want to be like. she could be a good role model. sure, she wouldn't be able to carry on conversation with half of them but still. she was probably one of the only girls on tour who had yet to sleep around and devote her life to music, booze, and sex. she was happy with the love she'd found.

FOR LOVEICA, IT WASN'T LIKE she woke up one morning and decided to fall in love with the cute little front man of lipstick inferno. no, she had simply let it happen, which was against her better judgment in the first place. she was not the kind for love. she was not the kind who was willing to give boys a chance because she had always felt like they weren't deserving of that chance. she had always felt like they were slimeballs who just wanted to get her into bed with them. but he had been so different. he had been so shy, just like her, that she couldn't help but instantly take to him. they were so much alike that it was bound to happen. she was bound to realize, sooner or later, that everyone found what they were looking for but it just took the time of getting to that point. she was glad she was patient and didn't dismiss him as another womanizing pig at first because she knew now that that was the last thing blaise ryland would ever choose to be. instead, he was everything she had ever wanted him to be.

ONE THING SHE KNEW WAS that no matter were he came from, she would never think ny less of him. after all, she had been the one to jump to conclusions. she knew that everyone had their own stories and their own tales and she was not excluded from that. she had her own troubles and her own pains but the thing was that she had yet to share them with him and he with her. that was okay. everyone was allowed their own time to come to what they wanted to do. the thing was, would he think less of her when he found out what she came from? would he think that she was another troubled youth to come from the streets of england? what would he think? she knew that she couldnt put thoughts into his head or words into his mouth but what would the truth be? would he find her repulsive? would he think less of her because of the fact that she had left her wounded and troubled brother to be a part of this band? it killed her to think that his idea of her could go sour in a second flat.

SHE LET HIM PULL HER along and listened to him as he took her into the kitchen and she smiled at his explanation. she wouldn't tell him but the truth was that she had always wanted to have that kind of love where she could wake up to a smiling face in the morning and lay in bed, reveling in how everything actually felt so perfect before the sweet scent of breakfast drifted up the stairs. he was giving her so much to look forward and he didn't even realize it. she listened to all of his little explanations and smiled through them, unable to keep the smile from her face. even as they made their way up to his bedroom, she was grinning like a fool, just glad to have some time alone with him. no one to interrupt, no emergency to attend to. it was just them. she allowed him to pull her out to the balcony and the view took the breath right out of her lungs. it was incredible. she looked up at him as he started talking and a small smile curled her lips as she nodded. "of course. ask away.[/color]"

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maybe it had been fate at work in their

[/b][/font] lives from the beginning. there was so much that went into them meeting; it was much more than the fact that blaise had been the one to grab shorts the day she was working the merch booth. it started with the fact that they were on the same tour; it went back to who they picked when they picked their bandmates, the image they conjured and the work they put forward to land there. and those decisions were influenced by hundreds of others they had made before they even knew the other existed. this is where it had landed them; together, back at his house in arizona, with him about to seal the deal for a long time to come. or so he hoped.

he would never dream of judging her based on her past. they all had their stories, their secrets, their ways of coping, their memories, and he had no right to judge hers. they had both lived very different lives, no doubt, and even aside from the fact they were raised on opposite sides of the world. if anything, when he learned of what she had done and survived, he'd feel a renewed kind of pride. he loved her no matter what she came from; he loved her because they shared in a vision of the future, not the past. anyone who was as determined and caring as she was, anyone who had lived through what she had, was even more deserving of his affection and love, and he would make sure that she knew it. he was not going to analyze her past; instead, he would appreciate what it made her.

blaise did not try to do these things; in fact, he was rather unaware he was doing them at all. the fact that just being himself could make someone, especially a girl like her, so happy, was just mind blowing to him. he had no idea what he'd ever done to deserve her, but he was sure glad he'd done it. he was already holding his breath, subconsciously, as he tore his gaze away from the bright sunset to look down into her beauitful hazel eyes. the smile on his face was nothing out of the norm, but it was slightly nervous. his blue eyes just studied her a moment before he came out with it; he knew if he thought on it too long, he'd tie up even the simplest question. he slid his hands gently to her waist, gazing down at her affectionately."will you be my girlfriend?"[/color] of course, it couldn't stop there; there had to be some nervous little ramble to follow it, even if he hadn't intended on it. "i mean, i know we.. i guess it won't change much, i just.. i want to make it official. I mean, if you want to.." [/color] [/font][/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

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LOVE WAS NOT SURE WHERE she stood on the ends of wanting to believe in something but at the same time, she was also at a point where she didn't know what direction she wanted to go. she wanted to believe that something somewhere had this plan for her and that was what she was playing by. she was playing by a set of rules that were put into her from the very beginning to follow. she didn't have to know why she was doing so but she just knew she was. it was one of those inate things that she couldn't really control. she couldn't get a grip over it and she didn't even know what to do. everything seemed so messed up and so insane that she was trying to straighten it out and make it tollerable. she was slowly getting there, too. she was having a load of help from him, the way he took her by the hand and pulled her through it all. it was a miracle.

THAT WAS WHAT LOVE WAS, wasn't it? it was that mutual understanding that you could take anyone for what they were, no matter where they came from because of the fact that everything they had been through made them who they were. it was all a long awaited process that turned people into everything they were meant to be. the things she had seen and the days she'd lived through had molded her into the quiet, softspoken, shy little girl she was. he was slowly pulling her out of that shell and it was just taking time. she appreciated it, mostly because she knew that it was time for a change. she knew that he was willing to bring that change and she was willing to let him do so. he of all people could make her see a different kind of light and most of all, this was everything she'd ever dreamed about as a little girl. he was just helping to make it all come true, even now.

THAT WAS ONE OF THE things that made him so beautiful, to her. he was so perfect and made her so happy without even having to try. he could make her smile by just looking her way and could make her heart skip a beat with a single glance of that smile. he was such an incredible human being and she didn't even know where to begin when trying to point out everything that was so perfect about him. no matter how long she took, no matter how many things she found, she would always be finding more and more that made her love him. she looked up at him, her eyes searching his beautiful blues. her lungs squeezed and she choked softly on her breath when he started to talk again. she blinked a few times before that grin spread upon her face and she stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips pressing to his in a desperate liplock. "yes, blaise. yes, of course! cor, i.. yes![/color]" her voice was high pitched but filled with happiness as she hugged him close, still grinning.

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blaise had to believe there was some bigger puzzle he was part of, or he would have probably lost all hope, that optimistic spark that he always resorted to. while blaise had been, quite frankly, very lost the majority of his life, he had never thrown in the towel. he had faith in what was happening to him, around him, even if he rarely understood it. now, though, things were both a beautiful blur and completely clear. maybe he didn't know the specifics; maybe it would be a long time before he did, and maybe he would never quite know everything. but he knew the important part: everything had put him here with her, and that was something he wouldn't have traded for anything. even if he could have traded in his childhood for a happy one, he wouldn't have done it. he had her because of everything he'd weathered and lived through and no matter what the offer was, he wouldn't have given her up for the world.

that was exactly what love was, and he was learning that right along with her. he had never really known what to expect out of love; he had never really expected to have much to do with it, not this early in his life. but then he met her and, like she tended to do, she turned his whole theory on that upside down. she'd shaken up his life with that beautiful smile, sparkling eyes, and shy words. he had always kind of wondered how he'd even know what love was; as far as he was concerned, he had barely felt it in his life. it was just so obvious with her, though. what else could this be? he couldn't imagine anything else so simultaneously painful and outrageously amazing.

he was almost taken aback by how caught off guard she seemed to be. he saw her face go slightly blank, and he knew his own had to just about match. he usually would have been a hundred times more nervous, but how could she say no? he could not imagine that happening, and he supposed, despite his usual humble nature, that he knew she wasn't going to say no. seeing that smile on her face was worth it all, though; she looked so thrilled, and she seized him so tightly; his heart swelled with even more love for her. he wrapped his long arms tighter around her body, barely having time to think about it before she'd pressed her mouth so desperately to his. he kissed her back until she broke back to answer, and he buried his face in her neck, just holding her close, never wanting to let her go. he was quiet a few moments, not sure what to say: he wanted to tell her that he loved her, that she meant the world to him, but it all just seemed so cliche.. not to mention the words wouldn't form. "so this, then," he whispered quietly into her ear, "is my balcony, where i like to watch sunsets with my girlfriend."

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SHE OFTEN WONDERED WHERE HE drew that ability to always be so bright and happy all the time from. he never seemed to really let things get him down and while it was something she greatly admired, it was also something that she knew wasn't exactly right. everyone had the right to be upset every once in a while. it might have made them vulnerable but it also meant that they were human. it was something that allowed the world to see that they did have flaws and while she knew he had his flaws, it sometimes worried her that everything he never let show was going to keep building up until one day it just all came out with a force that was unparallelled. that was part of the reason she tried to get him to talk to her, tell her what was on his mind, mostly because she was hoping that it would tone down those feelings and in the long run, keep him from taking on more than he could handle.

SHE FOUND IT TO BE quite the miracle that he had really changed her in some ways. he had made her feel like she could say what was on her mind without having to worry about what someone would think of it and honestly, that was a really great feeling. now, with that, came her ability to be a bit rude and even slightly bitter when it came to some things but that was alright, he had told her, because it meant that she was being herself, naturally. she might not have taken very well to it but he had managed to convince her that it was a part of her, regardless of whether she wanted to accept it or not. everyone had their flaws and he was just teaching her that she could embrace hers without being considered wrong for it. he had opened her eyes in so many different ways and for that, she felt as though she would owe him more than she could ever even try to put into simple words.

PERHAPS SHE HAD KNOWN THE moment was coming, but that didn't make it any less incredible. she hadn't known when it was coming or how it would arrive but now that it had, she felt so completely overjoyed. to her, it meant that he was just as serious as she was about them, about their relationship, and about their lives together. she had fallen so hard for him, so hard, indeed, that all she could think about was being with him, being around him, laying with him, holding his hand, kissing him, falling asleep next to him. he filled her thoughts twenty four seven and she couldn't have been any happier before this moment. now, though, her heart soared sky high with how good she was feeling. cloud nine was a complete understatement. her eyes fluttered shut as he whispered in her ear and her smile widened, her heart swelling three times its normal size. she pulled back to look up at him, gently cupping his cheek. "so then," she started, turning around so that her back was pressed to his front. "let's watch our first sunset, shall we?"

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[blaise andrew ryland ©]

he supposed the whole thing was really just something he'd had to have in order to survive. he wouldn't have been able to handle all of the reality of his life; the lonely nights, the very hard fact that it was absolutely true; he was not wanted, hardly loved, if at all. he had decided at an almost alarmingly young age that there had to be a reason for it. he had decided shortly after, since he could not fathom how it was any good for him, that maybe it was for someone else's good. maybe it was someone he knew or maybe it was someone he would never meet but he put up with the life he was given day after day. he did know that now, though, if he had her, that was enough to justify it all, as long as he could keep her. frankly, not a whole lot got to him these days, with her around -- how could he really complain? but whenever something was bothering him he tried to humor her and let her in, even if he wasn't used to it. he knew she meant well and what was more, he knew that he always felt better after it.

part of him knew that was all what love was. he knew that love was seeing her for all she was and taking her for it, embracing her for it, not in spite of it. that was where she was, or at least, had been: she had started to accept it was her, but she wasn't necessarily okay with it. he knew, though, that if he just continued loving her the way that he did, so freely, so unafraid, she would come around to the same realization that he had. some days, he was sure that he knew how to love her better than she loved herself but then again, there were days he felt the same was true for her; that she knew him way better than he could have hoped to know himself. it was an outrageous thing, for a kid who had spent so much time keeping away from people, but he had learned quickly not to fight it. on the days that they lost themselves, the other was always there to help with the search, and that was a comfort, a luxury he adored.

his own heart was in the sky, he was so overjoyed. it meant many of the same things for him; this really was happening, it was serious. maybe relationships were something so many people fell in and out of -- especially in their world -- but he knew Love well enough to know that she looked at these things majorly as he did. she had a little bit of a different, more conservative view -- but so did he. and it was working out perfectly for them; he loved it, loved her. she turned her back to his front and he wrapped his arms tight across her belly, burying his face in her neck. "i'd rather watch you," he muttered softly, letting his eyelashes tickle her neck softly as he placed a soft kiss against her skin. he breathed in the scent of her, reluctantly pulling away for a few moments to actually watch the breathtaking desert sunset, even if for the first time in his life, he found that it paled in comparison to something much greater: her.

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