A/N here's the "last" part...*laughs demonically* but do remember what was
said in the prequel to one of the WORST Tim flix ever (also mentioned in a
previous chapter) hehe, hehehehehe, just call me Loki....Ishmael (Jason Lee
*drools*) and Bartleby'd work too....ah well, do enjoy! And thanx to all of
you who've reviewed, wow.I never thought I'd break the twenty review mark!
I owe it all to you, the wonderful readers!
All during the walk home, I found myself deep in thought. I had turned around on everything that I had sworn to myself. I had double crossed myself. I had vowed that I wouldn't go back to him, and yet, here we were, walking home. Home.
No matter, I would probably always consider it home. My home. Not just Riff's home, but my home. Our home. Even if I hadn't gone back it would still be my home. Even if I never saw the place again, I could probably still walk through it in my thoughts and dreams. After all, I had picked it out, I had decorated it, and here I was, going home, with him.
Him. My brother. But he was so much more than a brother to me. A friend, a confidant, and most of all, a lover. He had always been there for me, and I always would love him. No matter what. Even when I was with John, I still loved him, I still thought of him every night. I still would, although it would be a bit easier with him next to me.
As we got to our house, Riff paused, and grinned at me. He'd been smiling the entire walk back, and I could tell he was truly happy. He hardly ever smiled normally, much less grinned. I grinned back, and watched as his face softened.
He bent down slightly, and shocked me as he swept me off my feet like a bride. I laughed, and so did he, the first real laugh I had heard from him in god knows how long. He carried me into the house, laughing all the way. He spun around, and set me down, before kissing me hard on the lips. "I love you." He said again, and I knew he meant it.
All during the walk home, I found myself deep in thought. I had turned around on everything that I had sworn to myself. I had double crossed myself. I had vowed that I wouldn't go back to him, and yet, here we were, walking home. Home.
No matter, I would probably always consider it home. My home. Not just Riff's home, but my home. Our home. Even if I hadn't gone back it would still be my home. Even if I never saw the place again, I could probably still walk through it in my thoughts and dreams. After all, I had picked it out, I had decorated it, and here I was, going home, with him.
Him. My brother. But he was so much more than a brother to me. A friend, a confidant, and most of all, a lover. He had always been there for me, and I always would love him. No matter what. Even when I was with John, I still loved him, I still thought of him every night. I still would, although it would be a bit easier with him next to me.
As we got to our house, Riff paused, and grinned at me. He'd been smiling the entire walk back, and I could tell he was truly happy. He hardly ever smiled normally, much less grinned. I grinned back, and watched as his face softened.
He bent down slightly, and shocked me as he swept me off my feet like a bride. I laughed, and so did he, the first real laugh I had heard from him in god knows how long. He carried me into the house, laughing all the way. He spun around, and set me down, before kissing me hard on the lips. "I love you." He said again, and I knew he meant it.