Badboy and the emo reunite (BXB)

34 (END)

It's been a week since I got him to go to therapy, and now I'm trying to get him to go to a movie with me to get him out of the house a little further than before.

"Zane, we have been taking baby steps. Now, it's time for a slightly bigger step. It's just to the movies, a not-too-crowded theater with security and surveillance. No one would be dumb enough, even a criminal. Please, trust me on this."

Eventually, he gave up. I got him to go to the movies with me at 8 pm when the sun was starting to set and it was beautiful. I held his hand the whole way in, the whole time through, and the whole time out. When we got back into the truck he sighed in relief.

"Hey, you did it, Love."

He turns to me and leans his head on my shoulder. I smile and grab his head, trailing my fingers through his hair. Something that calms him.

"It wasn't that bad, I just hated how it got so empty."

"I know, we can work on that together. I love you, I'm not letting you work through this alone."

He pulled his head away from my shoulder and pushed our lips together. At first, it was just a peck, but then he advanced and pulled me towards him. He locks the doors on instinct and we make out like the world doesn't exist.

"Can we go home?" He asks and I smile and nod, then peck his lips.

"Of course, we can. "

When we got home things got steamy. A classic couch make out, a BJ or two, sex on the couch, sex on the bed, sex in the shower, I felt like the night would never end. And it hardly did.

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2 days later I got him out of the house to go to the mall, it was crowded but not too crowded enough to trigger his anxiety, just enough to put his mind at ease that we could run and lose someone in the crowd. At this point in our relationship, I know how his mind is functioning when he wants to escape a situation. He won't sit and fight, he'll run for his life unless fighting is required. He's grown up a lot, considering he only used to fight with his fist. I'm proud of him, but I still worry about him a lot.

Another week later I get him to take me out on the town, just him and I and the city. He was ready, I saw it in his eyes he was ready, but he just needed that extra push. The night was amazing, we went to the crown center, went to a book store, a coffee shop, a small shopping center, and a large shopping center, and it was finally starting to get dark. He loosened up more and more throughout the night, and I was so proud of him. Next, I had the movies planned, and then star gazing. We went to the movie theatre and the movie was nice. We went to the truck and Zane got a lot of calls from Ginger. After the 4th call, I told Zane to just answer the phone.

I watched Zane's face drop, he got very disappointed and confused, he agreed to something and said he'd be there soon. He hung up, put the truck in reverse, backed up, put the truck in drive, and then proceeded forward into the city.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Ginger needs my help, he sounded distraught. He said he needed my help."

"Zane, is that a good idea?"

"I'm sorry little Emo, but Ginger helped me out a lot. I gotta help him this time. Everything will be okay, I promise," he said and grabbed my hand. "He's probably high off his mind and got lost in the city, we both know I've done that too."

I believed in him, gripping his hand tight as we drove. When we arrived Zane kissed me deeply and pulled his lucky knife from the glove box. He said it was just in case but I had a bad feeling. He pecked my cheek and told me to stay in the truck. I did, for about 40 seconds before I got a horrible nausea feeling and I knew I had to go to Zane immediately. I'm glad I did because I see a man with a gun pointed at Zane, and a gun pointed at another guy beside him, but I don't care about the stranger who I'm assuming is Ginger, and I don't care about the guy with the guns, my entire being focuses on Zane. The guy says something I don't have time to hear because my only thought is to get in front of Zane as quickly as possible.

Again I say, I'm glad I did it.  There's a loud pop, and I feel pressure in my stomach; another pop, more pressure, I feel my body drop, and everything is ringing.  I don't feel pain, all I know is that I saved Zane, and if I didn't save him then I hope I see him soon in the afterlife with me.

I hear a fuzzy bang, my vision goes hazy so I shut my eyes because I don't want to see anything until I'm asleep and gone, I just want to know that I protected Zane just like all the times he saved my life.

I love you, Zane Williams, I love you so much. When we meet again I promise we'll finally get married. I love you, Zane, goodbye.

I'm glad I did it. I would do it again to save him, as he's the love of my life and he deserves to be here for all the people he's helped and saved like me. I wish we had longer together, but as everything fades, I know I lived happily ever after with my bad boy.