Sold~

Dont leave me alone tonight~

His hands were around my waist, and each time in between kisses, Ace would look me in the eye, and gently hold my gaze as if the last thing he wanted to do was ever hurt me again. He held me soflty in his strong arms, his hands running down my back and his muscular chest pressed against mine. His lips played with mine, and our breathing became more scarce and heavier. I rubbed my bare hand over his cheeks, wanting to remember this moment forever. For it seemed scarse, too. Sadly.

"I...love..you..." He smirked underneath the kiss, and moved his hands from my waist to the wall, hanging above my head. I smiled and felt my face heat up.

After another minute, we were on the bed, and he was on top. It was playful and yet so gentle. But, as every moment had to end in this house, Ace's mom called him downstairs, along with me. I gulped, afriad.

"It's okay," Ace said, calming my nerves, "If anything happens I'm right beside you."

"Thanks." He offered his hand, but I refused since it would only make his parents suspicious. We walked down the stairs and into the family room, which was red and golden and quite large and fancy.

"What is it, mother?"

She paused and cleared her throat, keeping her head high and her shoulders back. "Dont talk to me like that. son."

"Mother, what do you want?" He mumbled, annoyed.

She sighed. "Its about Brad..."

"What about him?" Ace's voice changed into something of a worry, but it was barely noticable. Whats with this family and hiding their emotions?

She sighed again, sad, hopeless. "Mitchelle...died."

Ace's eyes widened in shock. "W-What? Oh god."

"What?" I muttered. Ace looked deeply hurt, and grabbed for my hand. I let him take it this time, but noticed how his father glanced at me in anger. "What happened?" I whispered into Ace's ear. If I knew, then I could comfort him.

"Mitchelle is...was his best friend. Brad and Mitchell were best friends forever, and now...she's dead."

"Oh..." My voice trailed off, and I couldnt even imagine the unbarable pain Brad must've been feeling."That sucks..."

"I know." Ace muttered, his head in his hands. I rubbed his back, not really caring what his parents thought about it or how they took it. Ace spun around and hugged me, digging his head into my shoulder. I looked over his shoulder at his parents, who also looked sad and heartbroken from the news. Mitchelle must've been important, otherwise they wouldnt be moarning like this. I've lived here for quite some time, and this is the most emotion I've ever got from these people.

I sighed, hoping to do something about this.

*

"Brad?" I knocked on his room door. Since Ace was out for his daily walk, I decided now was my chance to talk to Brad.

"Yes?" He muttered. I cold hear the hurt in his voice. He sounded as if he was shaking and chattering his teeth together from crying.

"May I come in?"

"Please do." He said nicely, still upset. Weird, he's the first boy to still have manners, evenwhen a best friend has died. First boy I've ever know who can do that.

He was laying on his side on his bed, his cheeks stained a little, his perfect hair falling over his face. His lip trembled a little. His face was flushed. I walked closer to the bed.

"You okay? Do you want to be alone?" I asked softly.

He didnt answer, but slowly shook his head.

I nodded, and sat on the edge of the bed, and decided it was okay to rub his shoulder. He was sad right now, he wouldnt get any ideas. After a few minutes, he calmed down, and I felt his breath get slower and slower. He seemed to be sleeping.

I looked over at the clock. It was midnight already.

"London?" He asked, sleepily.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know who Mitchelle was?"

I didnt want to hear this. It would make him even sadder. "No." My voice shook. "But you can tell me."

I'd known her all of my life. She was the only one who I could talk to, who would understand me. Her eyes were just a blue as yours," He looked up into my eyes, his dark brown eyes were glassy and red from tears, "She had skin like yours, too. You sort of remind me of her a little bit..."

I gulped. "R-REally?" I stiffened.

"Yeah..."

This shouldnt be awakward. I decided to just forget everything awakward that had happened between us and put that aside for right now, becuase irght now, my friend was hurting.

I climbed onto the bed and sat with my back leaning against the pillow. "She was very beautiful." He said with a small smile at the thought of her.

"She sounds wonderful," I smiled, looking down at Brad, his perfect hair a mess, "You liked her didnt you?"

"Yeah. Still do. Is it that obvious?"

"Sort of." I laughed softly and sadly.

"Well, you never forget your first love."

"True..."

He sighed, and I looked a the clock again. Ace would probably get back soon. I slowly started to get back up. "Well um...I should probably go..."

"No," He grabbed my wrist just as I had stood on my two feet. "Please dont leave me alone tonight."

"Brad..." My voice trailed off.

"Please," He looked desperatly into my eyes, like a lonely little boy, "I really just need someone right now."Slowly, I breathed deeply, thinking it over.

Okay, if he tries anything tonight, then you can leave, London. But, look at him. One night wont hurt.

"Okay," I said slowly, "I will."

He smiled. "Okay." I sat back down on the bed, and slowly began sliding down to where I was now laying right next to Brad on the bed, my head on thee same pillow as his.

"I wont tell Ace..."

"Why?" I asked, not wanting to mention Ace and make things awakwad, "It's just a friend comforting a friend."

"Thats all?" He muttered, sadly.

"Brad, we've gone over this..."

"Just for tonight, London. Just hold me just for tonight." He sounded diffrent, confused. He was really out of it and shocked.

Slowly, hesitently, I began rubbing his shoulder, until he breathed deeply, changing positions, and soon had his arm around me. Uhhh....

I cant do this. I love Ace. Ace. Not Brad....Besides, Brad loves Mitchelle.

I looked at him as he drifted off into a deep sleep and sighed. He finally looked peaceful again. He didnt deserve this. No one did. Sadly, thats not how the world works. People die, things chance, people move on. Its tragic, really.

I mean, how do you comfort someone after their best friend has just died?