Behind The Camera (a Garrance/Larroth AU)

What have I Done?

Garroth's POV
I take another sip of my beer as I walk around the abandoned station. The lights flickered a couple times before going out completely, leaving me in the dark.

I wish I could control you you know. You cause too much trouble.

Well if you'd let me out once in awhile I wouldn't get so bored.

I swear your going to get me thrown in jail at this rate.

Nah... I don't think that'll be nessesary of me to do. Its more fun when you Don't get caught.

I roll my eyes. I turn into one of the empty rooms with the door on the floor thanks to an angry teenage me years ago.

I sigh. If I could just have controlled it for five minutes this wouldn't be happening.

I look up at the ceiling at the old fan which was collecting dust. I raise my fingers up and run them over the thin slab of wood and i bring them back to my face.

They were black from the amount of dust that collected on my fingers from one swipe. I rubbed my fingers against my jeans and I pull out the old desk chair. It's cushion was wearing away and the wheels were gone. It still calms me nonetheless. I pull open one of the plastic drawers to reveal old cases of criminals from the 1980's. One was about a serial killer who killed his victims with a pocket knife. I know unsurprising. I close the drawer after I grab the files again, taking a closer look.

Name: Hartford James
Crime: bank robbery and mass murder

That guy had been stealing from every cornerstore that had existed back in 1985. When they actually caught him he had killed a whole class of kindergarteners while drunk sad to say.

I flipped the packet to find a rather sinister name attached to a woman.

Name: Dellila Ro'meave
Crime: Serial Killer and drug addict

I widen my eyes at the picture. It was of a twenty year old blond with a sinister grin on her face as if she was coming for you next. I shake my head and shove the packets back into the drawer. I hear shouting. I cautiously walk out of the room and I stop. Down the narrow corridor, before me stood the green-haired man I had been running from.

Laurance's POV
I run out the door and climb back into my truck and speed down the road.

I can't let this happen... Not now... Not fucking now...

I speed down the worn-out road and I stop in-front of a white house with a light blue door. I jump out the door and I run up the porch steps and bang on the door impatiently.

The door creaks open and I see the powder-bluehaired girl I had just helped pull a prank with.

"Oh hey Laura-" she starts and I stop her mid-sentence.

"Katelyn I need your help ASAP!!" I say and she nods.

"Do you need to come in or...?" she says awkwardly and I shake my head.

"No. Katelyn... Garroth's run off and I don't know where he is. Do you know of any place he could be?" I ask and she sighs and nods.

"Yeah... Just check the old police station. He always stops at the cornerstore before he heads there though to grab a pack of beer though. Its his de-stress routine. He's probably already at the station by now. You should hurry though or he might not come back." she says and I smile.

"Thank you. I just have to fix this." I say and she waves me off and I speed down the road again.
Soon I find the old police station Katelyn had been talking about. The outside walls were caving in. I park my truck and I slam the car door shut as I run towards the entrance of the old station.

I start to call his name with yelling hoping he'll hear me.

"Garroth!!! Garroth im sorry!!!" I shout and I look around the room I entered. I look to the counter to find an empty pack of beer. Typical. I run over near the hallway and I see him. The blond-blue haired boy who I messed everything up with. 

"What are you doing here? I thought I was a idiot." he says darkly, obviously trying to hold back his tears.

"Garroth im sorry! Im stupid. im the fucking idiot. I should've  believed you..." I say and run my fingers through my hair. I look into the narrow corridor at the tall boy, his flannel loose atop a white tank.

I hear a slight sob echo from the hall. A small but audible sob. I watch the pale boy raise his fists and rub his eyes as the sobs escaped his throat. I immediately rush over to him and hug his broad figure. His breathing was fast and cold. With each sob he tried to speak.

"This.... This is my F-fault..." he starts and I start to sooth him.

"No its not. Im stupid for lashing out." I say as his cries get slightly louder.

"Its my fault I l-let h-him t-take o-over... My j-jealousy got t-th-the better of m-me... Im sorry..." he says and hugs me back. I rub his back with soothing words spilling from my mouth.

"There's no need to be sorry... Jealousy is normal and it can get out of hand but its ok. It happens to everybody. Even me." I say reminding myself of my many terrible jealousy bouts. I let my tears fall and I let a sob escape as I whisper

"What have I done?" I whisper as my voice cracks. I feel Garroth's heavy breathing against my neck as he whispers in response

"Y-You h-haven't done a thing.... Your t-too p-perfect..." he say and smiles halfly. I smile back.

"Oh im perfect... Ha, I'd like that to be true." I say, laughing a bit. He moves and sits down on my open lap I brought him into. He blushes slightly as he realizes he's actually in my lap.

"How s-so? Y-You a-a-act so c-confident..." he says. I smirk.

"You think im confident? Try anxious. Nervous about how the day's going to go, good or bad, up or down hill. Anything but confident." I say and I bring him slightly closer and hug him again, this time I don't sob. He hugs back and I hear him whisper...

"L-Laurance... I-I...." he starts. I smile and back away.

"I know. Im ok with it. To be honest..." I say before I get closer to him and smash my lips onto his. He tenses his lips in shock of my sudden impulse. He melts slowly into the kiss as I wrap my hands around his neck, bringing him deeper into the kiss. He rests his hands, one on my cheek and the other running his fingers through my hair. I break away, the only thing connecting our lips was a string of saliva. I see his eyes open and his cheeks brighten with a blush.

"I kinda love you too." I say. He smiles. I smile back and I raise my lips to his forehead and kiss his forehead.

"Also... Don't you dare think this is a one time thing mister." I playfully scold. He smirks and nestled his head onto my shoulder with a remainder of his sob echoing in his deep breaths. I wrap my arms around him and I smile.

I guess i'm gay after all...