I've loved him for so long. Everything about him, the scar down the middle of his beautifully tattooed chest. The was he says "Alan". How he is with the fans. How he helped me through a really rough break up. Man, that break up really was rough. And he was there every step of the way. I've love him since I first set my eyes on him. I tried to distract myself from him with other girls but it never worked they'd always leave. "A-Alan?" Said a familiar voice.
"Yeah Austie?" I said. His voice was filled with sadness. Worry coursed through me. "G-Gielle she's..... She's gone. I love someone else but they'll never love me back. I'm in love with two people I can't have." He said. I sat down on the couch next to him and whispered gently, "Who is it, Aus?"
"You." He said.
"I-" I started to say but he cut me off.
"I have t-to go. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dumped that on you." He sobbed an started walking towards my front door. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. "Austin. You didn't let me finish." I said quietly.
"You where going to say that you where straight and how 'sorry' you are. Alan. It's fine. Whatever. I understa-" I pulled him down to my height and slammed my lips onto his. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed. His lips where sweet, they still tasted like the pasta that we had made before because we where bored. I couldn't get enough of how my lips melded perfectly with his. Like we were made for each other. We pulled apart, gasping for air. "That's what I was going to say Aus."
"Now, will you be my boyfriend?" He said.
"But it's only been like 3 days since you and Gielle divorced. Are you sure you're okay?" I said. My eyes wide. Not that I didn't want to be his boyfriend though. "Alan. I don't even give a crap about her. She's a whore, I love you more than Monster Drinks, that's all that matters." He said confidently. I stared into his loving brown eyes, planted a quick kiss on his perfect mouth and said; "Of course Austie." I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck and he carried my upstairs. I turned on 500 Days Of Summer and relaxed into his embrace, our legs tangled, bare skin on bare skin, hand on hand. It was perfect. "I love you Austin Robert Carlile." I whispered into his chest.
"I love you too Alan Anthony Ashby." He said into my unruly ginger hair. That's how he held me, every night for the rest of his life.
