Aaron T. x Aaron Z. - One-shots

Crying over you

Art credit: (I can't make out the watermark).

3rd person POV:

Aaron T. and Aaron Z. were a tale as old as time. It was practically common sense that they were soulmates. Everyone aspired to have a love story like theirs.

They met as children, new neighbors with the world at their fingertips. The two grew up together, conquering life as if it were a video game. Inseparable, they had always been. From their first time on a swing set in a neighborhood park to their first day of school, their first game of truth or dare, their first symptoms of what they came to know as puberty, their first dates, first kisses, first heartbreaks, first parties, first hangovers, first highs, first college acceptance letters, first shared apartment, first love, and absolutely everything in between.

It had been 3 years since T first confessed to Z, 2 and a half since they declared the world as their own. 1 year since they had gone public, and 10 months since they had their first serious fight. They were over it, of course, agreeing never to put their relationship in jeopardy like that ever again. They promised they wouldn't fight over trivial things, and they kept that promise. Just like they had kept every promise between them since the first grade. They kept the tired promises made far after their bedtime, that they would be best friends forever and ever, as well as the ones they made to always have each other's back when school got harsh. They kept the promises they made under the stars both out loud and in the secrecy of their own heads. They would do anything for each other. They would always love each other.

It came as no surprise, their 3rd anniversary. Not when they were the spitting image of a perfect couple. Not when they got pestered by every family member and stranger alike about how they should start considering marriage.

The day went great. They woke up in each other's arms, just as they had for years now. They went through the same morning routine they did every day.

T on the right side of the sink, Z on the left.

T with his light purple toothbrush and Z with his matching dark blue one.

Not having time to eat breakfast, they walked through the door one after the other, keys in one hand, coat in the other. No free hands to link.

T would get nervous behind the wheel, so Z always drove.

The first stop was always the nearest local drive-thru coffee shop, Z's tongue always reciting the same order.

The next stop was T's workplace. A quick goodbye, followed by a quick goodbye kiss, would always entail T closing the car door a bit too hard, and Z playfully scolding him for slamming his door. An antic usually followed by a kiss being blown at Z, or a tongue out at least.

The rest of the day usually consisted of nothing but work, and when it was time to go home, they would welcome the warmth of each other in bed, cuddling and letting themselves fall victim to the entity called sleep after tending to the rest of their daily responsibilities. ie; showering, cooking, cleaning, finishing up on work assignments and projects, etc.

Rarely did they have the time or energy to go out on a workday, or really do anything apart from heading straight to bed.

Today, however, was different. They rushed through their tasks, taking extra care to fix their hair up just right, and assure the clothes they wore were fitting enough to not look out of place at their destination.

They arrived at the same cheesy, yet expensive, restaurant they went to every year to celebrate their anniversary. They ordered enough to put themselves into a food coma, talking easily about how the years flew by and reminiscing on easier times. T paid, as Z took the bill last time. They were tempted to go star-gazing, or something romantic of the sort, but eventually decided on spending the rest of the night in the comfort of their own home.