find a way; ace/marie

IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE?

Vunerable is the feeling that he felt everyday since he was forced away from his comfortable lifestyle. Many nights felt longer than the rest were he would find himself high as a kite to get rid of the pain, that was burried beneathe his chest. During all of the breakups that he had with the impossible woman, he never had to go through this amount of pain and it was killing his well-being. But if he wasn't soaring through the skys with mary j, he was using alcohol for the same reason. Sometimes he's drinking was a social matter were he would go out get drunk, and bring the blonde girl home to sleep with, but there wasn't any passion in it. They say that when sex is just sex, he tears off a piece of our soul.. this might of been the very thing that he was doing, but wouldn't it be faster to sell his soul to the devil. His fingers could dial her number faster then all the others that he memorized. He knew the last thing she had told him when they were doing one of their famous fights, and he didn't held it against her. He could remember yelling at her, "Okay, Fifi, i'll do that. Consider me dead." and walking away. He would have never said that, if he knew that his assistant was a fucking lunitic. He regreted his last words to her, he wanted to talk to her plenty of times were he would dail her number and listen to her voice for a moment before hanging up the phone. He wanted to hold the woman that he was hopelessly in love with and fall asleep, while listening to the cliche sound tracts. He always hated when the room was dead silent, and always had.

He was handed a life back in Flordia, and he was bring part of it back with him to Newport. He wanted the one reason that he found himself oddly depressed without having, and he knew that he should start getting over her. She was probably getting over him, and when he thought about it.. she did not want to speak to him. There were times were he wished that he could have gotten the idea to have one of his buddies talk to her and ask her these things, before he found himself being able to walk back into his life. He knew that he wouldn't be able to waltz back into his fifi's life again, something always had to be off. He always found himself into trouble, he didn't cope with things well; that was something that he found that the two of them had in common. He liked that some of the things that they did wasn't the best for them, but he enjoyed having simpliar things with the love of his life. He was certain taht he was meant to be with Fiona for the long hall, except he wasn't the best with long term things. That was one of the reasons why he purposely picked fights when things were running too smoothly. the fight that they last broke up.. he started it, he needed space from reality and he telling her that would have been too easy, plus he found pissed off fiona sexier than the relaxed one.

He had learned from his experiences in flordia, that advertising in the papers and anywhere that had those types of ads, to go ahead and do them; it was what kept the business booming. And a booming business was a happy buisness, he never thought that he would be a business man and here he was owning a flower shop in California. A feeling was creeping up on him, he could feel his demons as they lurked behind the shadows, invisible to others but reality was they were there. He missed his Fifi and his baby sister, but the worst pain he has felt was the pain of a broken heart. At least, he could ignore it while he put together a piece of art using nothing but flowers, ribbon, and a crystal vase.

His fingers found his siccors cutting some ribbon to wrap around the handle, he was almost done with this arrangement for a little girl and her fourth birthday on this blasted earth. She was a pretty adorable kid, and had a thing with nature and her favorite bug was a lady one. She had described what she wanted, so he found himself doing his best to pulling it out of the little kids imagination. While he casted his eyes at the ending product, he could hear the sounds being carried from the main area into his working space; however, he could barely tell that it was a woman.

His worker knew better than to call his name from the cash register, because sometimes he couldn't hear it. It wasn't until he saw the familar set of doe brown eyes cast towards him, telling him that he was needed in the front, he let out a low sigh and put everything down. He told her that she needed to put his finished product where it needed to go while he took care of the customer. He walked out from the back, turning a sharp turn and when he saw the familiar siloutte he almost stopped walking or started running to her. But he didn't, he had to keep a calm exterior, he finished walking towards her, "well hello there, mate." he finally found him saying with his undamaged United Kingdom accent laced within every word. "I'm sorry.. I'll explain.." he found himself saying, he already knew what she felt. He had a degree in this sort of thing, he found himself smiling towards her, "You look nice." he said, checking her out but the smile faded when he saw what was on her ring on her finger. Rage built up and he probably could have punched her in the fucking mouth, how dare she move on that fast. He barely been gone that long, it was only for three months and that would have only meant that the fucking lass was cheating on him. He hated her. He hated that this woman was able to warp his feelings with a moments glance and he could punch her for that too. He couldn't believe that way he was tearing himself up while she was out getting herself engaged. He hated her, he hated what she had done and most of all, he hated that he was still in love with her. He wanted to punch her, he probably thought about doing it more than the amount of strenth that he was trying not to punch him. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING A RING? HOW DARE YOU? EVEN THOUGH, I WAS SUPPOSE TO BE DEAD, YOU CAN'T JUST MOVE ON THAT FAST. FUCKING WHORE, DID YOU CHEAT ON ME?" he started yelling at her, he lost it, rage had built enough inside him and he finally exploded and it had also caused his accent to warp his words even more, when he yelled at someone.. that was when you could really tell where he was from.

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IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE?

If someone had told him that the love of his life would be walking into his store today, he would have dressed a little nicer but at least, he was wearing their favorite axe scent that carried him through the stickiest of situations. Her voice was the sound tract of the last four years, it easily was able to warp his emotions on the fly. But when he first saw her frame standing their digging through her purse without a care in the world, he wanted to pull her into a kiss. He couldn't just do that, he had been dead for months and he needed to find a way to make it up to her. He knew that he started the fight, he made them go through the worst feelings of the world, and everything could have been avoided.. if he was able to get along with his bandmates so long ago. He could smell the perfume that she would wear to cover up the masses of the flowers that surrounded her, it was such a lovely blend. Watching her reaction that the news caused her knees to buckle, giving out beneathe her, and him forcing himself to stay behind the counter. It was taking all his willpower to just leave his job site, to give her a well need love making, but the two weren't at that stage yet. A fight would be happening soon, he could feel it in his bones, because something felt off. When he noticed the ring, he almost called her a great actress, but he knew that it wasn't an act. Fiona was very intact with her emotions when it came to him, he knew that. The amount of liquid was causing him to blur, he was sure of it, leaning over the counter to continue looking at her, and kept quiet. He had been waiting for this moment, the entire time when he was in Flordia. Taking notice that her bag had also dropped in the process of his reveal, some of its containments slipped out just barely, but it would be easy clean up. He had abandon his best friend, and he felt awful about it. But sometimes people blame others for their own mistrails, so that was always a possiblity while the two of them were together. Both of them hated taking the heat from a fight, both of them were way too proud for their own good.

A soft glare escaped after hearing him being yelled at towards her, she had no right shouting at him, like everything was his fault. It was his fault, but the fucking broad wasn't suppose to have figured that out. he was a man, they were obviously better at everything on the planet; men do things better, it's go big or go the fuck home. Hearing her reply to her looking nice, "well you were, now you look like a mess. I hope you brough make up with you." he commented, it was a low blow even for him, but he was raging in madness by now. He listened to her list of questions, he knew that it was coming and he rolled his eyes, sometimes she was so typical that he could have already answered these.. but he wanted to easy way out, it was obviously wasn't coming. "I've been in Flordia, no i haven't. Wait, what the fuck happened to my sister and you?" he started answering, but he was more concerned for their well being. He waited for a little while allowing her time to fill the silence between them with answers, and he glanced towards the door to make sure no one was around. When he demed the store to be dead, he looked her square in the eye, "I witnessed a murder, and was forced to live in Flordia while in the Witness Protection. He's dead now, so i'm back here." he finally found himself answering her. It probably wouldn't do him any good, explaining it all short and sweet, but he wanted to spare her from the gorey details. It was too late for him, he was reliving it again, he could hear the screams and the gun fire all over again. He knew he was showing signs of post tramatic stress disorder, but he was too proud of admiting it and getting help.

Yelling at her was easy to him, well only sometimes and usual he had to force himself to continue cause he simply couldn't throw her against something to have kinky sex with her. He also knew that if he started letting out his emotions, it would get her going and had the possibly that she would get up and stop crying. He hated when she cried, period; he wasn't sure if she knew that, but he absolutely hated it. Before he knew it, she was on her feet and yelling back at him, "I didn't think you were married, i thought you were engaged, big difference." he corrected her. Her next sentence caused his expression to harden, hearing that he abandoned her and telling him the truth from her stance, but he didn't feel like she should be yelling at him for what he had to do. He didn't want to abandon her, he let out a low irritated sigh, "Don't see why you care, you didn't want me around anyway." he commented, with a sly smirk expressed on his fasical features. He watched her wiping her face and walking out from behind the counter, he also allowed her to smack him but his fist automatically balled up because he hated being hit. He listened to her comment, "Okay, Fifi he simply stated, because he should have known that she was just as loyal as he was when they were together. He was watching her walk away, but knowing that this could be the fight that ended it all, caused him to swiftly climb over the counter swinging his feet over the counter. He really wasn't acting like normal, but this did not feel like a normal situation. His hand wrapped around her small arm yanking her towards him, and pushing her against the door frame, making it close back and stepping forward in one swift movement. He gently grab her face and leaned in, gently kissing her lips. It had been so long since he had been able to do that one thing, that he felt like it could no long wait. He also knew that one kiss couldn't change anything and he was probably going to get smacked for it, but right now he wasn't thinking. He just wanted to kiss her, so he did.

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IF I WAKE UP TOMORROW, WILL YOU STILL BE THERE?

Ace wouldn't be able to be in the title of his shop, he couldn't even use his name name back in Floria, so he just carried the name over back across the country. He didn't really enjoy Floria like most of the fucktards like it, he really couldn't stand most of the broads there and just wanted to punch most of them. He didn't have anyone to really talk to and he realized just how much, he needed his human interaction with his only best friend, Fiona Marder. Taking a deep breathe feeling like he was getting intoxicated just on her scene alone while it was being mixed with the scent that some of the surrounding flowers happened to be letting off to attract pollenattors. He started chewing on the inside of his mouth, trying to fight all the urges that were washing over him remembering some of the bold, romantic things that the two had embraced with each other. One of his favorite times was when he brought her with him on tour, so they could eat out in a five star resturant and gave her a necklace. He was going to give her a ring, but the box would bring up the idea of marriage and he wasn't ready for that then, and he was certain that he wasn't ready to settle down, just yet. He couldn't deny the electrons between them, always pulling them together no matter how far apart the two of them were. He wasn't all that great showing any form of emotion, other than anger.. that one was rather easy showing for him.

Ace was a rather honest person, he couldn't remember if there was a time that he actually lied to Fiona and was usually straight up to her. Sometimes he kept the woman that he fooled around with while they were on the off during their relationship. It's like a drug, something that is really hard to stop once it gets going and addicted to his ways. And old ways die hard! He didn't know how to say "I miss you" very well, so there were times were he would just give her a tiny compliment that had so much more underlying message in it; he knew that rashel could pick up on it but he was also more able to tell her things. He wasn't certain what was wrong with him that he couldn't tell her that he missed her, it wasn't that he didn't; he did miss her, quite a lot. Three months might be a short time for most people, but two weeks would be pushing it for him and Fiona, to be completely honest. He even enjoyed the fact that she had to whisper things in his ear, he liked the way her breath would tickle his skin causing goosebumps to raise and a tingle to run up and down his spine; he almost thought it was just in his head. She made him feel like he was worth it. He really tried explaining what happened and she blew it off as a lie, his foolish Fifi and he ran a hand through his hair, "Yes, because right now would be the perfect time to lie." he said, with a sarcastic tone dripping off of every word warping with his accent. Her next comment caused him to feel a little ping, "Because that's just the type of guy i am, right? Not being able to care about anyone but myself. Right? That's what most people think, might as well be true." he commented in a monotone, he was getting really tired of her crap and he was wanting her to answer his fucking questions. The feeling of wanting to punch her keep creeping back, figuring that he should have swing when she slapped him.

Hearing her retorted about her not being engaged, almost caused him to breath a sigh of relief. He didn't want anyone else to have her, but if need be.. he would force himself to walk away to let her be. Her comments were emotionally felt, he noticed that her jaw was clenched about the time that his jaw was doing the same time. "Maybe you should learn how to play nice, so you won't need me when i'm actually gone." he commented, but he really didn't mean it the way it sounded. He wasn't suicidal and didn't plan to really die for a very long time, but he didn't want her to be like this when he was actually gone. He could sense that something was off about her, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Hearing her response to his nickname for her, he was her Fifi, he couldn't just stop calling her that, "Don't plan on it, Fifi." he replied back to her, with a tiny smile spread across his lips. He was trying to get in a better mood, so something between them will be fixable. He didn't care that she was physically fighting him while he was in the process of turning her around, he had a Ph.D in Fionalogy, and the Fiona that he knew wanted him to do this. He was making a move right then and there, ignoring the fact that his pride was being damaged with giving into the temptation. His lips easily met her soft lucious lips, his fingers found their way in her hair tangling into the masses of her dark locks. He missed moments like this, he kept one of his hands placed lightly on her shoulder when he heard his name in the background and removed it to wave off his little blonde highschool worker, shooing her away in hopes that she didn't ruin a moment between the two. She was the first to pull away from the kiss, figures, he could have kept going right there in the middle of his shop. He would have only had to change the sign to "Closed". Hearing her whimpered sentenced caused him to look down into her eyes, "We had just broken up..you needed space, plus they automatically took my phone. And went straight to work on giving me a different life.. that one was without you or Rashel." he began answering it. "I uh-" he started replying to the other thing, he wasn't sure if he would be able to say it. "missed you too" he said really fast and in a whisper. He waited for another time frame and leaned down, kissing her forehead, "a lot." he added on.

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