Author's note: HEY CUPCAKES! Back w/ some more yaoiz sorry for the long wait, irl has been kicking my sorry bum! And my mom took away my devices for a week after she saw me reading yaoi, I can't believe her! Anyway, today I'm writing based off of a yummy prompt given to me by cat-luvs-yaoi on deviantart. It's Larz x Ronaldo, with Sadie out of the way.. lol that bitch.. well, here you go! Reviews make me update faster :D ~Maddycake123
The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive, and surrounded by a stagnant atmosphere. It hadn't always been like that. Once, the home had been perfectly looked after, despite the only residents being two teens. It was clean and orderly, a garden of flowers blossoming each spring and returning the next. In script, the words on the mailbox read Lars & Sadie. The couple living there were childhood sweethearts. They had been born within the same year in beach city, and consequentially grew up side by side. They had had their differences throughout the years, but still the passion in their friendship burned strong. Until they took summer jobs in the same little shop.
From there, as expected, the childhood friends took their relationship to a whole new level. They lived happily until they married at age 19, and their relationship continued on for several joyful years until their messy breakup at 26- a breakup that would leave Lars wounded and untrusting for years to come.
It was raining. Sadie was at work late, a result of her boss demanding overtime- or so she'd said. In hindsight, Lars shouldn't have believed her. She literally owned the big donut she was her own boss what the fuck. Anyway, Larz was in the safety of their kitchen, cooking pasta for dinner. Sadie's favorite. As the rain poured down on the roof and pounded on the windows, Lars began to grow anxious. Where was Sadie? In this weather, would she be alright? A storm was obviously brewing, and a serious one at that. Making up his mind, Lars grabbed his keys and threw on his coat, not even bothering to take off his 'kiss the cook' apron that his best friend Ronaldo had given him for his birthday.
His car spluttered to life as he frantically turned the key in the ignition, slamming on the dashboard impatiently. Down the winding roads he skidded, pushing the limits of his beat up Toyota Camry. Lars pulled into the parking lot and rushed into the big donut- only to see Sadie kissing another man.
He stood frozen in the doorway, soaking wet, mind frozen as they kissed. It was Onion. "I love you~" she murmured, hand clutching his face. Lars backed out of the shop and ran back to his car, sobbing violently. He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to. Sadie? His Sadie, cheating? Never. Never in a million years. But she hadn't even turned away from her lover when the bells on the door jangled, signaling Lars's arrival. She hadn't even noticed the supposed love of her life as she betrayed him. I love you. I love you. I love you.
He could think of countless times she'd uttered those words to him. Smiling, gap toothed and young. I love you, Lars. The first time they kissed. I love you. When they moved into together. I can't imagine loving anyone but you, Lars. On their wedding day.
But now those words seemed empty. Meaningless. And all of those find memories smashed into one single moment, one single sentence uttered- Her hand caressing Onion's cheek, fingers intertwined with his, and her back turned to Lars. I love you. Lars coughed, sobs of disbelief and raw pain evident in his cries. He shuddered, and when he was all cried out, returned home. As he drove away, he could see Sadie and Onion holding hands and leaving the Big Donut.
She didn't come home that night. Two weeks later, she left him. And 3 years after, he was still waiting.