How Do You Love?
Okay people… I know there are probably a dozen people gasping right now thinking, OH MY GOD! She's not dead! Yeah… I'm sorry I disappeared off the face of the planet so long… I know, I know… forgive me… but anywho, I'm back for what may very well be my last story… I'm not sure… who knows…Anyways, I started this story over a year and a half ago… and although it's fairly short… I just finished about 5 minutes ago…
Heh… yeah, I know… I'm horrible at procrastinating.. But it's DONE! So if I remember… I'll update every week
No excuses about not having enough time to write it… 'cuz it's already written!
Anywho, I hope you all enjoy it!
Lot's of Love,
-Mlzy xoxoxox 3
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Chapter 1They say its like finding that fish in the sea you've been looking for. They say it overwhelms you, fills your heart with joy, makes you feel like you're floating amongst the clouds, and that it cannot be described, for the feeling is too strong to be put into words.
But what they didn't say… was how to deal with it.
LoveI've been hiding from that four-letter word my entire life, avoiding it, dodging it, afraid to face it. But no matter how hard I've tried, it always seems to wiggle it's way into places I don't want, or need it. It is relentless… but yet I still try and find ways to stay away. When I fell in love so many years ago… I ran away. Afraid to face what had happened…
But my story doesn't begin in those years; my story doesn't even begin with me. My story begins with the man I fell in love with and left alone so long ago.
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"You're fired."
Garfield Logan shot up into the calm chill of early morning's breath, and nearly fell out of his bed in doing so. His eyes met with the sun shining vividly through the grimy glass of his apartment window as the morning doves cooed their sweet lullaby to greet all those who would eventually awaken to the beautiful calm morning.
"I really need to get some blinds," he muttered while slowly lifting the flannel covers off his overheated body, revealing a pair of purple boxers.
As he stood up and began to stretch his muscles in an attempt to awaken them, flashbacks from his dream flooded into his mind like a tsunami striking an innocent city. The dream had haunted him for what had seemed like an eternity. Of course it wasn't quite a dream… they were memories from a few weeks prior when he was cut from the TV show he had acted on.
The day had been disrupting his normally content nightly imaginings for what seemed like forever. He recalled his old boss trying to tell him nicely that his character was going to die, and he would soon be out of a job. And then he would protest he could be a ghost! But the directors wouldn't have any of that. So he left the studio that day without a job… never again to return.
Sighing as he pushed the memories away, he walked into the small kitchen that was currently hidden by a gigantic pile of dishes, which were patiently waiting to be rid of the grime that covered their greasy surfaces.
"One more day of build up won't hurt anyone… I hope." he mumbled to himself as he grabbed a bowl out of the cupboard and went to fetch a box of cereal and a bottle of soy milk from the fridge.
After preparing his meal, he kneeled down on the throw pillow next to the coffee table and slowly began to eat away at the soggy mess. His eyes eventually found the brown substance he was eating boring and drifted up to the apartment walls.
On the wall of a 22 year old, you wouldn't expect to see what you saw on Gar's wall, on his, there were thousands of colourful sketches and photos of random things he had drawn or taken pictures of since he was a child. His apartment was littered with them. Before he had them organized, they were messily stuffed into a cupboard in the kitchen, put aside especially for his artist things. Which was where many of the others still resided.
Art and photography were hobbies he had taken up shortly after becoming an actor, he had always loved them but he really didn't start it as a pastime until a few years ago. One of his fellow cast members invited him to an art class one day and he fell in love with it. After a few months he then fell in love with photography as well.
His eyes continued to wander along the lively wall, like they did every morning. He always felt like he was searching for something… and that there was going to be one missing. But there never was. As he neared the end of the wall-sized collage his gaze fell upon a small but energetic photo. It was one of the rare ones he had kept on display that was from his past. He kept all the others tucked away in a box in the notorious kitchen cupboard and barely looked at them.
Five extraordinary teenagers stood all goofily smiling, with the exception of one, at the person who had taken the photo.
The large robot in the background was one of Garfield's old best friends, named Cyborg. He was the one out of the team whom Gar had always felt the closest to. But as time went by, and they both went on their separate paths, their friendship slowly fell away. Cyborg now went by the name Victor Stone, lived on the other side of town with his wife and worked as a full-time mechanic. There was the rare phone call; to catch up on what was happening in each other's life, but nothing more then that.
In front of the metal man stood two other teenagers. One was a tall redheaded alien, who had gone by the name Starfire at the time. The other, a shorter black haired boy, who was the team's leader, was formally known as Robin.
Both of them now went by different names, although Garfield couldn't recall what they were, and lived at a University campus somewhere on the outskirts of the town. They were the only two out of the team that had stayed close after disbanding. And from what Cyborg had said in their last conversation, they were due to wed sometime in the next year.
As his eyes roamed over to the next person he scowled and hastily stuffed another spoonful of cereal in his mouth. The girl had shoulder length lilac hair and stunningly gorgeous violet eyes. Her expression clearly stated she did not want to be there.
He never knew what had become of Raven. All he knew was that, one day, she left. She never contacted any of the other Titans again, and pretty much disappeared off the face of the earth. Raven had always puzzled him that way. She was always so secretive… even though he knew the exact reason why she left.
Pushing more painful memories into back of his head he looked on to the last person.
He smirked as he took another spoonful of his cereal, which he had been munching on the whole time he was staring at the photo. The boy wore a lopsided grin as he looked into the camera with a content aura glistening in his deep green eyes. Although the boy was green, Garfield recognized him as Beast Boy… his former self.
His eyes darted away from the picture of his past teammates and down to his wrist where he wore a small watch.
On the fifth anniversary of the Titans being a team, Cyborg gave all of the "oddly coloured" Titans a watch, which also worked as a hologram that made them, appear like an average everyday person you'd pass on the street and not give a second glance. He said they should use them if they ever needed to hide away.
And so they did, each one of them disappearing and making their own way in the world. He sighed, leaning back as he finished his cereal. He wished they had never disbanded… he would have never lost the one person he had lo-
"LOGAN, OPEN UP!" yelled a muffled, husky voice from outside his apartment door.
"Great… perfect timing, yet again." Gar muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes as he ran to the bathroom to get the money he had hidden for rent.
"HOLD ON MR.YERSSA!" yelled Gar as he counted out $130 out of the very little he had.
"HURRY UP!" Mr. Yerssa cried impatiently.
After unlatching every last bolt on the door he opened it to find a short bald Italian man who was missing a tooth, greedily rubbing his hands together with pure glee. "Rent time!" the man exclaimed happily.
"Here, Mr. Yerssa." Gar grumbled, hastily handing him the money.
Mr. Yerssa grabbed the money and counted it, with a look of gluttony he extended his hand again. "You're 30 bucks short kid."
"30 bucks! It was $130 last month!" Gar protested.
"And now its 160," Mr.Yerssa said, showing off his missing tooth with an evil grin. "Now cough it up, or pack it up."
"I don't have 30 bucks right now. Pay ya later." he muttered crossly, while rudely slamming the door in Mr. Yerssa's face.
"You better pay, boy! Or you're outta here!"
Gar cringed knowing on the other side of the door Mr. Yerssa was pointing towards to front door with that smug grin on his face. How he loathed that grin. Letting out a shutter he managed to restrain himself from opening up the door and knocking the money-hungry fat Italian off his feet, he slumped down into his couch and let out a long moan.
"I need to get a job."
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And there you are… Chapter 1! I hope you all enjoyed! And please review… because if you do… maybe I'll remember to update ;)
Lot's of Love,
-MlzMissa