Unexpected (Ace Frehley)

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Two months passed so slowly, and to no suprise, i don't feel any better and i doubt that Ace kept his hands off the coke, but we'll both be home for three months now and alot can change in that time.

I head to the airport to pick him up. My stomach doing flips. There's a chance he might stand there completely fine and sober and there's a chance he looks like absolute shit. I can only hope for the best.

I wait for him at the place we agreed to meet. He comes flying towards me, looking to my suprise completely fine. "Hey babe". I wrap my arms around his body as he does the same. "I missed you curly". I let out a giggle, smiling like an idiot. "I missed you more".

We head back to my house, everything seeming perfectly fine. We arrive and i take him to the kitchen. "What are you doing". "Well, frehley, since your back home, i thought i would make you a cake but you know i don't really like baking, so i just bought it, but nobody cares". I show him the cake that lays on the kitchen counter. "Thanks Sav". "Now, we're going to eat it, i hope your hungry". I say as i take out a knife from the kitchen. I cut of the pieces and give him one. "Tastes good, i bet you'd taste better tho". I almost choke on my cake, as he begins to burst out in laughter. "Very funny". "It is, right". I roll my eyes at him, sitting myself up on the counter. He walks over to me, standing inbetween my legs. "Just kidding Sav". While his hands wrap around my waist and he connects his soft lips with mine. I smile against him, as he pulls me closer.

Two days have passed and it's going pretty well. We lay together in bed, as i find myself staring at the ceiling in the pitch black, my breathing slow and eyelids heavy, almost ready to fall asleep, when Ace leaves the room. I wait for him to come back, five minutes pass and he still doesn't, i slip out of bed, looking thro the house and making my way downstairs, there he is, inhaling a line of white from the kitchen counter. "Ace". My voice cold, as dissapointment fills me. He looks at me in horror, emediatly followed with regret. "I'm sorry". His voice barely a whisper. I pinch the bridge of my nose, thinking. "Where do you keep this stuff?" I sigh, he doesn't speak. "Ace where do you keep it". "My sockdrawer". I head back upstairs, looking around his drawer, when i see it, the white bag. I take it with me, Ace still standing frozen in the kitchen. I tear the bag, flushing it down the sink. "No, what the hell". He finally turns to say something. "I'm doing this because i love you, you're going to get clean, starting now". I take his hand and drag him to the bedroom, locking the door behind me. "Goodnight Ace". Just when i thought it was over and it seemed to be fine again. How wonderfull is that. Perfect.

I wake up to find Ace, suprisingly still laying next to me. I just want to help him get better. I'm doing it for him. I get up out of bed, making pancakes for us. I knew he couldn't just stop, but where did his alcohol addiction go then? He's been doing it behind my back. I don't really care about the alcohol, but the coke is different. What if he ends up doing heroine. 

Ace walks into the kitchen, wrapping his arms around me. "Haya, curly". I smile as i hand him a plate of pancakes. He sits down and i question wether i ask him now or not. "Ace, you know i love you right?" He looks up to me with a frown on his face. He confusely nods and i continue my words. "How long have you been using?" He sighs, slurring out the words. "About four months ago". "Listen Ace, i want you to stop, but do you? Because i can't help you, if you don't want help.". He just nods and takes another bite of his pancake, defenitly bothered by the question. I sit down across from him, drenching mine in syrup. I just want to help him, he has a tour in three months again. If i don't help him now this can end badly, it doesn't have to be that way, but i'd rather not take the risk.