Hello, little darlings!! This is, as you will kno when
u finish this, by how half-decent my sriting is, that
this is my first, yes FIRST, fic. I have always
thought there shoudl be some ATBG fics. There is only
one. *sniff* So, my darlings, that is where U come in.
*beams* This lovely little fic is for u to read.
Please Review, since i need them. Flames will be read,
and eaten, and only then be considered. Actually, any
kind of review will be thankfully taken. Read on,
darlings!!!
Ritual Disclaimer: I do not own Carl Foutley, Blake
Gripling or Hoodsey Bishop (or any of the other As
Told By Ginger cast that i might have mentioned) and
im am NOT trying to make any money off of
this......and to be technical i dont own Alex
Basset...i went to school with her in
Jk......anyways...
Dedicated: to my friend Pat....who thought that this
was one of my odder little ideas....
Four Long Years
Alexandra Basset studied herself in the mirror on the
back of her apartment door, turning slightly to see
her back.
"Carl?" She called to her roommate across the room,
"what do you think? How do i look?"
"Lovely, absolutely wonderful." he answered
sarcastically looking absently out the window at the
rain. Alexandra turned to face him, sighing.
"Carl, seriously. I need to know."
"You dont need, you want." he answered glancing up,
"Seriously? Not good. The blues clash. Go with the
black top." She walked back into her bedroom,
reentering the room moments later.
"This one?" she asked, holding up a long sleeved
shirt up to herself.
"No, the one without the sleeves." he said moodily
(is that a word??)
"Oh, ok." she said, looking at him sideways, exiting
once more. After changing, she looked in the mirror
once more before grabbing her purse.
"Thanks. I'll be going now. Dinner's in the fridge.
Have fun. See ya." she said crossing towards the door.
"Oh yeah, ill have loads of fun all alone." he
sneered as she opened the door. She swirled around and
looked at her best friend, sitting on the window seat.
She was worried about him. Usually he loved helping
her get ready for dates and such, but today he had
been quiet, withdrawn, and sad. She closed the door
and leaned back of it.
"What is wrong with you Carl?" She asked him harshly.
Then, softening, "are you sick?"
"Do you know what day it is Alex?" he asked, not
taking his eyes off the droplets running down the pane
of glass. She quickly looked at her watch for the
date.
"February the twenty-second, according to this." she
said, with a slight hint of amusement. Then she
remembered. "Oh Carl, im so sorry. I totally forgot.
Today's the day of the acciden-"
"Yeah, it is." he said, cutting her off.
"I'll call Greg and tell him I cant come tonight. I'm
so sorry. I totally forgot. I feel so stupid." She
said, going towards her room to change. He sat and
continued to watch the rain, listening to her talk
about how stupid she was for forgetting, and how sorry
she was over and over again. (sorry if im switching
POVs so quickly...try to keep up..) He tuned her out,
not in the mood for her ramblings. his mind switched
to his best friend before Alex. Hoodsey. he and
Hoodsey had been together since they were kids, doing
everything together, going to school, snatching
eyeballs from the hospital where his mom had worked,
spending the night, growing up, going to high school,
going to college. Everything. Only Hoodsey hadnt
finished college, because of the accident.
He just then noticed that Alex was staring at him,
and wondered how long she had been standing there.
Uncomfortable under her gaze, he shifted up and looked
back at her.
"what?" he asked harshly.(sorry...overused..i
kno....change it for me...thanx^-^)
"Nothing, you were just quiet, and i was giving you a
bit of peace." She said, taken back a bit. They waited
there in silence, before she broke it, sitting down on
the window seat beside him. Slowly, she said,
"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"
He looked at her, then sighed. "Yeah. I am. I-i-i.."
he trailed off, then started again, angry, "It was all
my fault. I if had just paid attention. If i hadnt
been so careless. I could have..i-i.."he choked on his
words, trying not to cry. He glanced at her. She was
looking at him with concern, and she reached over and
patted his shoulder. he sunk into her arms and sobbed,
as she soothed him.
"It wasn't your fault." she said after some time, "i
was there too, you know. It could have happened to
anyone. It-"
"But it happened to me." he cried out between sobs,
cutting her off. "I wasn't paying attention and he
would be alive today if i had. Its all my fault."
"it was an accident, Carl. You couldn't have stopped
it. You couldn't have done anything." she said,
looking up at the ceiling.
"Yes, i could have. If i had been a responsible
driver and paid attention to the road, then the whole
thing wouldn't of happened. It killed him, broke your
arm and nearly sliced Blake in half." he bit his lip
as he Blake's name. Alex looked down at him, sighing.
(another overused....sry...come up with something else
later...)
"You still miss him, don't you?" she asked, smiling a
bit.
"No, i don't." he said, standing up violently. He
didnt look at her, instead across the room at the
mirror, at his own reflection. He did look pathetic,
as if he wanted something. He wondered if Alex saw
what he did. She sat in silence, then stood up behind
him.
"yes, you do. I can tell." she said quietly. He
turned around to face her.
"And what makes you so confident that you know?" he
demanded her.
"You say his name in your sleep." she said, outwardly
smiling. He turned away from her to hide the growing
blush across his face. Some times he hated her,
smiling at him while he was in pain. She had no idea
what he was going through. Actually, he thought with a
small smile, she did. He had told her everything they
had done. well, most of it. He heard her cross to the
kitchen, and decided to go to his room.
*****Change of POV....Alex for a bit, then at the
next stars, back to Carl....k? k.******
Alex sat at the kitchen table, looking at her PB&J,
but she wasn't very hungry. She heard Carl go to his
room. She had heard the familiar click of the lock.
She grinned slightly when she thought about that. Carl
had always locked the door when he wanted to be left
alone, despite the fact that she had the key. She
groaned when someone knocked on the door. Hearing no
movement from Carl's room, she decided she would have
to go answer it. Slowly she got up and moved towards
the door. The person on the other side seemed to think
that she would hurry up if they pounded on it harder
and more frequently.
"Keep your shirt on." she muttered as she opened the
door. She stared at the visitor, her brain not
registering who it was. Then she realized.
"Blake??" she screeched. "What on earth are you doing
here?" she glanced down the hall, before letting him
in. He looked around before sitting himself down on
the window seat.
"Is Carl around?" he asked, bouncing a bit.
"yeah, hes in his room. but hes not in a good mood
Ôcause-"
"I'm sure i can cheer him up." he smirked,(I HATE
THAT WORD) cutting her off. "I'll just go in and-"
This time it was her turn to cut him off, "thank you,
but i already know too much about you two without your
nice little visuals to help." she said, pointing
towards his room. Then she called him, "Oh yeah, he
locked it. Key's on the kitchen table with the rest of
mine. Oh and-" but he was already in the room, moving
towards the "sleeping" carl. Not thinking she followed
him towards the doorway, and stood in it. Blake
crossed over to the other side of the bed, facing Alex
and Carl. He shook him, murmuring his name.
"Carl. Carl, wake up you lummox." he said with his
quaint british accent. Carl mumbled something. "What
was that?" he asked him quietly.
"Do you know what day it is, Blake?" He repeated.
Blake looked questionably up at Alex, silently asking
her. She rolled her eyes, and pulled on her hood,
pointing to it. He mouthed the word "hood?" and she
nodded. When he still didnt get it, she pointed to her
eye. blake started going through a list of words
"eye", "look", and "see". Alex jumped slightly at the
last one, silently clapping her hands. Then she urged
him to put the words together.
Carl, completely unaware of the charades game going
on waited patiently for Blake to come up with the day.
Blake was still putting the words together. he mumbled
them as one word.
"Hoodsee" he said still thinking aloud, "what does a
hoodsee have to do with it?" he continued. Alex
slapped her hand to her forehead. Sometimes Blake was
so thick. She mimed driving a car, then swerving.
Blake gasped as he remembered, turning to Carl.
"Today's the day that the accident happened. Its been
four years now, hasnt it?" He shooed Alex away as he
put his hand on Carls shoulder.
"Yeah Blake. It is. So what brings you here? Come to
make me feel even worse?" Carl asked with a hint of
disgust in his voice.
"No. i came to apologize." He said as he bent down
and kissed Carl softly on the lips.
Blake's move caught Carl off guard, but he kissed
back with equal enthusiasm. When the two pulled apart
they were gasping for air.
"Good as ever." Carl said, looking at Blake with a
small smile. Blake returned it and leaned down to kiss
him again, but Carl pushed away this time.
"Blake," he started, but Blake never let him finish.
"Shhh." he wispered. "Don't say anything. You don't
need to. I understand."
"No you don't!" said Carl, pushing away from Blake
until he stood up. "You don't understand. None of you
do!"
"Yes I do, Carl. When we broke up, I thought I had
lost you. Forever. I really missed you."
Carl looked at him, then broke down crying. Blake
came overe and put his arms around him, rocking slowly
back and forth.
"I-i still can't believe he's gone. It's been four
years. Four long years.God, I miss him. Why, Blake?
Why him?"
"I don't know. I don't know Carl."
They sat there for awhile, Carl crying and Blake
holding him.
"Y-you are n-not very good at touching moments." Carl
said between sniffles. Then he started to laugh.
"What?" Blake asked, puzzled.
"You're speach. It didn't sound right." he started to
laugh again. Blake joined in.
"Thanks. That boosted my self estiem." They laughed
until they fell on the floor, wrapped up in each
other. Carl leaned over and kissed him, and Blake
surreneder to him.
*as much as id *like* to write the nasty stuff, this
one's gonna stay semi-clean. sorry all slash lovers,
but at the moment were gonna have to skip that part.
im feeling a bit woozy and i dont think it would help
my appetite...the next part is after all the juicy
stuff..more Blake POV..use ur imaginations ^-^*
Carl lay his head on Blake's chest, exhausted. They
lay together in silence, taking in the moment, when
Carl interrupted it.
"Thanks. I needed that. I was feeling so lonely."
Blakelooked at him, then replied, "I needed it too. I
really missed you though."
Carl turned and looked outt he window. Blake saw
this, and moved his arms around him.
"You really miss him." he said, quietly. Carl sighed,
and turned to Blake.
"Yeah. It's been four years. Four long, cold years."
u finish this, by how half-decent my sriting is, that
this is my first, yes FIRST, fic. I have always
thought there shoudl be some ATBG fics. There is only
one. *sniff* So, my darlings, that is where U come in.
*beams* This lovely little fic is for u to read.
Please Review, since i need them. Flames will be read,
and eaten, and only then be considered. Actually, any
kind of review will be thankfully taken. Read on,
darlings!!!
Ritual Disclaimer: I do not own Carl Foutley, Blake
Gripling or Hoodsey Bishop (or any of the other As
Told By Ginger cast that i might have mentioned) and
im am NOT trying to make any money off of
this......and to be technical i dont own Alex
Basset...i went to school with her in
Jk......anyways...
Dedicated: to my friend Pat....who thought that this
was one of my odder little ideas....
Four Long Years
Alexandra Basset studied herself in the mirror on the
back of her apartment door, turning slightly to see
her back.
"Carl?" She called to her roommate across the room,
"what do you think? How do i look?"
"Lovely, absolutely wonderful." he answered
sarcastically looking absently out the window at the
rain. Alexandra turned to face him, sighing.
"Carl, seriously. I need to know."
"You dont need, you want." he answered glancing up,
"Seriously? Not good. The blues clash. Go with the
black top." She walked back into her bedroom,
reentering the room moments later.
"This one?" she asked, holding up a long sleeved
shirt up to herself.
"No, the one without the sleeves." he said moodily
(is that a word??)
"Oh, ok." she said, looking at him sideways, exiting
once more. After changing, she looked in the mirror
once more before grabbing her purse.
"Thanks. I'll be going now. Dinner's in the fridge.
Have fun. See ya." she said crossing towards the door.
"Oh yeah, ill have loads of fun all alone." he
sneered as she opened the door. She swirled around and
looked at her best friend, sitting on the window seat.
She was worried about him. Usually he loved helping
her get ready for dates and such, but today he had
been quiet, withdrawn, and sad. She closed the door
and leaned back of it.
"What is wrong with you Carl?" She asked him harshly.
Then, softening, "are you sick?"
"Do you know what day it is Alex?" he asked, not
taking his eyes off the droplets running down the pane
of glass. She quickly looked at her watch for the
date.
"February the twenty-second, according to this." she
said, with a slight hint of amusement. Then she
remembered. "Oh Carl, im so sorry. I totally forgot.
Today's the day of the acciden-"
"Yeah, it is." he said, cutting her off.
"I'll call Greg and tell him I cant come tonight. I'm
so sorry. I totally forgot. I feel so stupid." She
said, going towards her room to change. He sat and
continued to watch the rain, listening to her talk
about how stupid she was for forgetting, and how sorry
she was over and over again. (sorry if im switching
POVs so quickly...try to keep up..) He tuned her out,
not in the mood for her ramblings. his mind switched
to his best friend before Alex. Hoodsey. he and
Hoodsey had been together since they were kids, doing
everything together, going to school, snatching
eyeballs from the hospital where his mom had worked,
spending the night, growing up, going to high school,
going to college. Everything. Only Hoodsey hadnt
finished college, because of the accident.
He just then noticed that Alex was staring at him,
and wondered how long she had been standing there.
Uncomfortable under her gaze, he shifted up and looked
back at her.
"what?" he asked harshly.(sorry...overused..i
kno....change it for me...thanx^-^)
"Nothing, you were just quiet, and i was giving you a
bit of peace." She said, taken back a bit. They waited
there in silence, before she broke it, sitting down on
the window seat beside him. Slowly, she said,
"You're thinking about him, aren't you?"
He looked at her, then sighed. "Yeah. I am. I-i-i.."
he trailed off, then started again, angry, "It was all
my fault. I if had just paid attention. If i hadnt
been so careless. I could have..i-i.."he choked on his
words, trying not to cry. He glanced at her. She was
looking at him with concern, and she reached over and
patted his shoulder. he sunk into her arms and sobbed,
as she soothed him.
"It wasn't your fault." she said after some time, "i
was there too, you know. It could have happened to
anyone. It-"
"But it happened to me." he cried out between sobs,
cutting her off. "I wasn't paying attention and he
would be alive today if i had. Its all my fault."
"it was an accident, Carl. You couldn't have stopped
it. You couldn't have done anything." she said,
looking up at the ceiling.
"Yes, i could have. If i had been a responsible
driver and paid attention to the road, then the whole
thing wouldn't of happened. It killed him, broke your
arm and nearly sliced Blake in half." he bit his lip
as he Blake's name. Alex looked down at him, sighing.
(another overused....sry...come up with something else
later...)
"You still miss him, don't you?" she asked, smiling a
bit.
"No, i don't." he said, standing up violently. He
didnt look at her, instead across the room at the
mirror, at his own reflection. He did look pathetic,
as if he wanted something. He wondered if Alex saw
what he did. She sat in silence, then stood up behind
him.
"yes, you do. I can tell." she said quietly. He
turned around to face her.
"And what makes you so confident that you know?" he
demanded her.
"You say his name in your sleep." she said, outwardly
smiling. He turned away from her to hide the growing
blush across his face. Some times he hated her,
smiling at him while he was in pain. She had no idea
what he was going through. Actually, he thought with a
small smile, she did. He had told her everything they
had done. well, most of it. He heard her cross to the
kitchen, and decided to go to his room.
*****Change of POV....Alex for a bit, then at the
next stars, back to Carl....k? k.******
Alex sat at the kitchen table, looking at her PB&J,
but she wasn't very hungry. She heard Carl go to his
room. She had heard the familiar click of the lock.
She grinned slightly when she thought about that. Carl
had always locked the door when he wanted to be left
alone, despite the fact that she had the key. She
groaned when someone knocked on the door. Hearing no
movement from Carl's room, she decided she would have
to go answer it. Slowly she got up and moved towards
the door. The person on the other side seemed to think
that she would hurry up if they pounded on it harder
and more frequently.
"Keep your shirt on." she muttered as she opened the
door. She stared at the visitor, her brain not
registering who it was. Then she realized.
"Blake??" she screeched. "What on earth are you doing
here?" she glanced down the hall, before letting him
in. He looked around before sitting himself down on
the window seat.
"Is Carl around?" he asked, bouncing a bit.
"yeah, hes in his room. but hes not in a good mood
Ôcause-"
"I'm sure i can cheer him up." he smirked,(I HATE
THAT WORD) cutting her off. "I'll just go in and-"
This time it was her turn to cut him off, "thank you,
but i already know too much about you two without your
nice little visuals to help." she said, pointing
towards his room. Then she called him, "Oh yeah, he
locked it. Key's on the kitchen table with the rest of
mine. Oh and-" but he was already in the room, moving
towards the "sleeping" carl. Not thinking she followed
him towards the doorway, and stood in it. Blake
crossed over to the other side of the bed, facing Alex
and Carl. He shook him, murmuring his name.
"Carl. Carl, wake up you lummox." he said with his
quaint british accent. Carl mumbled something. "What
was that?" he asked him quietly.
"Do you know what day it is, Blake?" He repeated.
Blake looked questionably up at Alex, silently asking
her. She rolled her eyes, and pulled on her hood,
pointing to it. He mouthed the word "hood?" and she
nodded. When he still didnt get it, she pointed to her
eye. blake started going through a list of words
"eye", "look", and "see". Alex jumped slightly at the
last one, silently clapping her hands. Then she urged
him to put the words together.
Carl, completely unaware of the charades game going
on waited patiently for Blake to come up with the day.
Blake was still putting the words together. he mumbled
them as one word.
"Hoodsee" he said still thinking aloud, "what does a
hoodsee have to do with it?" he continued. Alex
slapped her hand to her forehead. Sometimes Blake was
so thick. She mimed driving a car, then swerving.
Blake gasped as he remembered, turning to Carl.
"Today's the day that the accident happened. Its been
four years now, hasnt it?" He shooed Alex away as he
put his hand on Carls shoulder.
"Yeah Blake. It is. So what brings you here? Come to
make me feel even worse?" Carl asked with a hint of
disgust in his voice.
"No. i came to apologize." He said as he bent down
and kissed Carl softly on the lips.
Blake's move caught Carl off guard, but he kissed
back with equal enthusiasm. When the two pulled apart
they were gasping for air.
"Good as ever." Carl said, looking at Blake with a
small smile. Blake returned it and leaned down to kiss
him again, but Carl pushed away this time.
"Blake," he started, but Blake never let him finish.
"Shhh." he wispered. "Don't say anything. You don't
need to. I understand."
"No you don't!" said Carl, pushing away from Blake
until he stood up. "You don't understand. None of you
do!"
"Yes I do, Carl. When we broke up, I thought I had
lost you. Forever. I really missed you."
Carl looked at him, then broke down crying. Blake
came overe and put his arms around him, rocking slowly
back and forth.
"I-i still can't believe he's gone. It's been four
years. Four long years.God, I miss him. Why, Blake?
Why him?"
"I don't know. I don't know Carl."
They sat there for awhile, Carl crying and Blake
holding him.
"Y-you are n-not very good at touching moments." Carl
said between sniffles. Then he started to laugh.
"What?" Blake asked, puzzled.
"You're speach. It didn't sound right." he started to
laugh again. Blake joined in.
"Thanks. That boosted my self estiem." They laughed
until they fell on the floor, wrapped up in each
other. Carl leaned over and kissed him, and Blake
surreneder to him.
*as much as id *like* to write the nasty stuff, this
one's gonna stay semi-clean. sorry all slash lovers,
but at the moment were gonna have to skip that part.
im feeling a bit woozy and i dont think it would help
my appetite...the next part is after all the juicy
stuff..more Blake POV..use ur imaginations ^-^*
Carl lay his head on Blake's chest, exhausted. They
lay together in silence, taking in the moment, when
Carl interrupted it.
"Thanks. I needed that. I was feeling so lonely."
Blakelooked at him, then replied, "I needed it too. I
really missed you though."
Carl turned and looked outt he window. Blake saw
this, and moved his arms around him.
"You really miss him." he said, quietly. Carl sighed,
and turned to Blake.
"Yeah. It's been four years. Four long, cold years."