So this is kind of a song fic following the lyrics of Last Kiss by Taylor Swift. This is my first depressing Swaggourne story. I actually don't like sad stories so I don't write many that end like this. Enjoy :)
Chapter 1
Evan Bourne sat in the floor staring at nothing. He had a white button up short sleeve shirt and a pair of jeans two sizes too big on. The shirt didn't fit him either, but it was all he had left to cling to of a life gone. Evan had been sitting in that spot on the floor for almost five hours. The sun was just starting to rise. As the rays broke through the window the tear tracks on his face glistened. He heard the phone ring, but he just couldn't find the strength to get up and answer it.
The answering machine picked up, "This is Evan! And Jack. Just leave us a simple message. And we'll get back to you when I'm finished tickling Evan. AH! Jack, no!"
The tears started to flow again the moment he heard that voice. His heart was shattered in thousands of pieces on the floor and he was sure there was no way for it to be fixed.
"Ev, it's Kofi. Phil and I are really worried about you, bud. Call us back. Don't shut us out." Kofi Kingston's sympathetic voice said over the answering machine.
"Matthew Korklan, answer that damn phone. I know you're there. Stop moping over that hairy ape. He didn't deserve you anyway." Phil Brooks had taken the phone from Kofi. Evan could hear Kofi in the background trying to get the phone back.
It seems like he won because his voice was back on the line, "Ev, what Phillip meant to say was we're here for you, and we both care about you. Just call us back when you get this."
"Call us back immediately!" Phil yelled.
"Phillip!" Kofi slapped at his friend, "Sorry, buddy. Don't rush. Take your time."
Evan shook his head and stood up from the floor slowly. He walked into the bedroom and looked around. So many pictures, so many memories. Evan grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom. He changed and carefully folded the white button up and a jeans two sizes too big. He walked back into the bedroom and laid them on a pillow. He straightened the shirt out a little before walking out of the bedroom.
Evan's head fell back to the bed. He was panting harshly fighting to regain his breath. He flicked his eyes to the clock beside the bed, "Damn."
"Hmmm?" Jack Swagger hummed against Evan's shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss there before moving up to Evan's bruised neck - bruised thanks to him and his incredible lips.
"It's 1:58." Evan turned his head and looked at Jack, " We have to be up at four."
Jack smirked against Evan's skin. He trailed his eyes up from the newest bruise to Evan's jaw to his lips, his nose then finally to his beautiful, chocolate eyes, "Do we have to get up at four? Can't we sleep in tomorrow so we can just enjoy this?"
Evan laughed and shook his head, "No, sir. We cannot. We are on a tight schedule and I for one do-"
Jack cut Evan off with a quick kiss to his plump, pink lips. Evan's eyes fell closed. He wrapped his arms around Jack's neck. Jack trailed soft, fleeting kisses up to Evan's ear. He nibbled on the lobe before whispering, "I love you."
Evan's arm tightened around Jack's neck. He scooted closer to the blonde, "Say it again."
"I love you, Evan Bourne." Jack pulled back to look into Evan's eyes. The moonlight that shone through the curtains was just enough for Evan to see Jack's face perfectly.
Evan trailed his fingertips along Jack's cheek to his lips, "I love you, too, Jack."