K is for Kiss

I was resting in my RV when a sudden knock brought me back from whatever train of thought I was having. Groaning I stood up and yelled, "I'm coming." I glanced at the time and wonder who it was that could be at my door, not that I really cared but it was late at night but it was the weekend. I unlock the door and opened it to find none other than Robbie at my door. His eyes red, glasses askew, lip trembling, and a kicked puppy expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Instantly falls out of my mouth and I hook my arm around him and lead him in, shutting the door behind us. He goes and sits on my bed, same spot as always, feet curled to his chest, eyes trained down towards my sheets, different then his usual crossed legs seating. Something's really wrong here.

I can tell now by his actions and expressions. It's a great thing that I've picked up on since we've been hanging out more often. I would be lying if I said that I didn't love those times that we do. He and I have gotten to the point where we can just speak about anything without judgment or just sit in comfortable silence. I know I can count on Robbie no matter what; after Jade and I fought (which happened a lot); when I needed help on something stupid; when Jade and I broke up…Robbie's been there and now I get to be there for him.

I sat on my bed, close to him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "What's up? You look like someone just kicked your non-existent dog or Rex." I tried to make light of the situation but Robbie just stared at the bed before looking up at me with his big brown eyes.

"Allie and I broke up…" He let the sentence hang there and I was expecting him to continue, but he didn't. So I spoke up.

"What happened? I mean from what you've told me and what I've heard you two were great for each other." Honestly, she pissed me off from what Robbie, Tori, Cat and everyone else has said. I've avoided meeting her, for good reasons. She seemed too perfect and people like that pissed me off. Sure, people accuse me of that and being too perfect, but I had anger management issues that not many people know about, I'm not the smartest guy, I'm not funny, I don't have the best judgment, I could keep going on and on about how wrong people are, but I could only think about how much of a stupid bitch Allie is for dumping Robbie.

"I dumped her." Well, there's a shocker. Robbie was, what I thought, in love with Northridge Allie. Robbie was looking down at the bed ashamed.

"Dude, what…" My arm slides off of his shoulder and down to just hold the crook of his arm. I don't know what I want to say but Robbie knew; he always seemed to know what I'm thinking.

"I'm not good enough." My grip tightens. Bullshit. "She's so beautiful and perfect, both inside and out." My stomach churns and burns inside of me. "She doesn't deserve to be stuck with a guy like me and I know that she's too nice to just dump me so I did it for her." He began to ramble on about how great she was and how terrible he was and continued to bash himself and praise her; talking about how he couldn't give her the appreciation or anything she deserved.

"Bullshit," I actually spoke it this time.

"I-I'm sorry?" Robbie looks at me confused.

"Do you know how awesome of a guy you are, Robbie?" He stares at me in shock and disbelief, like I had just told him Santa wasn't real.

"Beck-"

I cut him off. "Seriously, you're actually a lot cooler than you think you are. Sure, you can be a bit of a nerd but that's what makes you so great. You can get really excited about something and your whole face lights up and you look like nothing can bring you down. You're funny, like in your own way and especially when you don't try."

He shakes his head. "That's just people making fun of me-":

"No," I stop him. "It's subconscious for you, like you don't even have to really try. It comes naturally, and when you do try you're still funny but it seems forced. You and Rex, for instant, your bickering with him and when you guys talk it's witty and funny, or what you make him say. It's amazing how smart you are too." His eyes are staring up at me in amazed disbelief. I'm grinning now as I continue to extol him. "You're beyond belief smart. And to be taking courses a year ahead of all of us, plus I wouldn't understand half of my math or other main classes without your help." I continue on and on about how great he is and I see small tears in his eyes that makes them shine more.

When I take a breath I feel it stolen from me. It takes me a moment to realize that Robbie is kissing me. Things click at that moment. I mean I knew I liked Robbie and part of me always assumed that Robbie might have been in the closet or at least keeping it from us but now it hits me like a slap, instantaneously and almost painfully. I wouldn't mind going out with Robbie and apparently he wouldn't mind going out with me.

Before I have the chance to kiss him back he pulls away. I stare at him in shock for a few moments as he sputters and tries to leave but I grab his arm and pull him back down. He falls at an awkward angle and my hand is pinning his wrist down and he looks scared and guilty. He opens his mouth to apologize but I swoop in to kiss him. He's frozen in shock and I want him to kiss back because he is all those things I said and more. I haven't felt this nervous since I first asked Jade out and I don't want to screw this up with Robbie because he's still my best friend and even though he started it I continued it. I feel Robbie shift onto the bed, to a more comfortable seating, before kissing me back.

His lips pressed to mine, here and now I decide that I'm going to stay with him as long as I can.

I pull back from my kiss with Beck and look into his eyes. Still as beautiful as when we first met all those years ago. I set my hand on his wrinkled cheek and he smiles at me.

"I love you, Rob." His voice is softer than it once was but it still sounds like velvet.

I smile at him. "I love you too, Beck." He gives me a small grin and sets his hand atop of mine and leans into my hand smiling, eyes closed. Neither one of us like the situation as a whole but we try to take advantage of these little sweet moments while we can.

The hospital bed isn't as comfortable as the one back at our home but Beck doesn't complain.. The heart monitor continues to beep in the background. Beck has been getting weaker for a while and it took his fall on the stairs last year for him to get hospitalized. He took things carefully after that and he's been sore and sick lately and I've done the best that I can but he woke up last week and told me that he knows he won't make it another week. I took him to the hospital immediately because I didn't want it to be true, but Beck's intuition is rarely wrong. The doctors put Beck in a room by himself and I visit him every day.

We know every nurse by now and we're famous by the hospital staff, not just because of our work in Hollywood but because they find us adorable heartwarming, the two husbands that have been married for fifty two years. Beck and I have told and retold stories from our past and the small things. One nurse has come in and recorded every part and story of us; she says she wants to make it into a book because our story is inspirational. I'm not saying that we've gotten along perfectly our whole life together. Beck and I did separate during our marriage for a few months but we got back together before the divorce was finalized and annulled it. We call that our darker times,

I stare at our intertwined fingers on the bed and look back up at him with sorrowful eyes. I don't want him to go but he says today is his last. I cried when he said that and so did he. We laid next to each other on the hospital bed for hours and either talked or sat in silence, the silence that can only be born from years of being with someone.

I stroke his ring finger and stare at our matching bands, two simple platinum bands with engravings that we spent weeks trying to figure out.

To Beck-Love Robbie

To Robbie-Love Beck

It's the most simple thing yet we couldn't think of anything that summed it up better than that.

To Beck, who is my husband, my best friend, my love, my hero, to the name that hold so much meaning and strength, the man that stood, stands, and will stand with me, the one I will do the same and anything for, and in return I can only give my love and everything that comes with it-Love Robbie

So many years, stories, and unexplainable meanings behind the simplicity of our rings, yet we can't imagine anything better.

Beck wipes a stray tear away from my face and tells me that everything will be fine. Our hands are interlocked and I can do nothing but hold him tighter and think "Let me be selfish, let me keep him here with me."

I can only think about how just a few months ago we had celebrated his seventy fifth birthday and we vowed to have many more together. I look up at my husband and kiss him, trying to pour in all the thanks and love I have into it, yet knowing that my aged body can't express it and at the same time knowing that only us this way can show us.

The day fades and Beck and I have nothing more to talk about. It's strange but comforting to know that someone knows everything about you and you about them, from the smallest things to the biggest, the stupidest to the most unique. Beck and I are one.

We are two individual people who can function on their own and we are a part of each other in every way. We're two wholes of a half.

Before Beck and I go to sleep, one last time, wrapped in each other's arms, machines turned off, we kiss and whisper our love like it's the most sacred thing in the world. We give each other a final kiss and fall asleep. The nurses don't disturb us or try to move me. They'll allow it.

When I woke up, it wasn't next to a warm body and soft breaths on my face, but rather a cold body. I don't say his name because I know what's there. I shuffle out of bed and kiss his cold lips once more. I don't have anything to say, he already knew everything. I smile a watery eyed smile and walk out of the room to go and get a nurse. I tell one of them and watch as they take his body away. Most are giving me sympathetic eyes and checking on me. I wave them along and tell them that I'm fine, that gets me a weird look but none the less they do.

The nurse writing our story comes in and asks me if it's a good time to talk. I smile and nod and just begin speaking like always. I tell her about our final moments and who we are, who we still are because Beck is still a part of me and I'm still a part of him. By the end of it she's crying and so are the other nurses and listeners; she excuses herself and I nod and let her go.

I sit quietly and stare at the engraving in my ring. Just because Beck is dead doesn't mean he is completely gone.

I love Beck and he loves me.

HoKay so...

I'm so sorry if its kinda bad I just wanted to get it posted for all of you *sob* don't hate me for my awful grammar and spelling!

Part A: their first kiss and how they got together Part B: is their last kiss and a summary of the rest of their old age life

This chapter basically is them from the first to the last moment

Next up: L is for Love

I was in tears when I wrote the second part...none of the other parts did I get even close to tears...nope the sappy little fluffy death one got me
and yes Beck is dead and they lived a wonderfully happy life together for a total of 58 years together-together at 17 married at 23 Beck died at 75
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