#yearsunlived

          luke   firmly   believed,   almost   to   a   fault,   that   family   was   more   than   the   blood   running   through   your   veins.   truthfully,   he   put   far   more   effort   into   finding   a   family   of   his   own   than   he   did   mending   the   one   he   was   given.   looking   back,   he   could   pinpoint   many   regrets.   begging   his   mother   to   listen   &   shouting   when   she   wouldn’t.   closing   his   door   in   his   father’s   face   when   the   man   tried   to   walk   the   line   between   the   stubborn   members   of   his   household.   diving   in   a   little   too   deep   with   alex,   his   found   family,   making   the   choice   he   felt   was   right,   &   diving   right   back   out.   ALL   IN   THE   NAME   OF   MUSIC.    music   always   seemed   to   steal   first   place   from   any   other   contender,   didn’t   it? 

          he   had   chosen   to   end   things   to   protect   what  he   couldn’t   risk   losing.   he   needed   to   keep   the   band   in   his   life.   he   needed   to   keep   alex   in   his   life,   and   he   needed   to   lessen   the   risk   of   losing   any   of   this   without   the   chance   of   reconciling.   luke   was   always   willing   to   risk   everything   for   the   life   he’d   chosen,   but   he   just   couldn’t   risk   losing   it.   so   yes,   that   would   be   a   regret,   but   he   refused   to   let   it   affect   his   relationship   with   his   best   friend.   narrow - minded   to   assume   that   he   was   solely   in   control   of   that   decision.

          luke   hadn’t   meant   to   intrude   when   he’d   walked   into   the   studio,   but   he   was   too   intrigued   by   whatever   had   the   blonde   so   focused   to   turn   back   around.   luke   took   a   few   cautious   steps   toward   alex   as   not   to   frighten   him.        ❛ hey, ❜      he   calls   quietly,   feet   automatically   carrying   him   to   the   six - string   leaning   against   the   couch.   it’s   routine   to   swing   it   into   his   arms   &   lower   himself   to   the   couch.       ❛ what   are   you   doin’   in   here? ❜

          ❝   you’re too good for this world.   ❞   whispered in a quiet moment,  forehead pressed against alex’s temple.   the studio was surprisingly empty,  allowing willie to show his more affectionate side without embarassment clawing away at his stomach.

          ❝   i told you, i’d do anything for you.   ❞   the phrase had become their way of sharing their true feelings for alex,  the proper three words still sitting too heavy on their tongue.   they bump their hip against their boyfriends’ before head finds rest on his shoulder.

@yearsunlived​ said:  " well, of course i stayed. you're here, where else would i be? "

The question was almost humorous to the skater. Where else would Alex be? Willie would have thought the answer to that one was glaringly obvious. He was dangerous to be around, hadn’t he proven that much? All he ever did was screw up his relationships, whether he was alive or dead, that seemed to be one thing that never changed. And the one connection that he’d finally managed to form after decades in this hell on earth was one that he had already succeeded in fucking up.

“In a perfect afterlife, you would have moved on,” Willie points out, rubbing his arm gently before applying a gentle pressure there, trying to alleviate some of the anxiety that was currently building inside of him. “But since that didn’t work out, I would have assumed that I would be the last person that you wanted to continue to see. Don’t you know how dangerous I am when it comes to you?”

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          at that comment from his boyfriend,  he screws up his face,  a wry smile of disbelief.   the smell of rubbing alcohol hits his nostrils strong,  a soaked cotton pad between his fingers dabbing away at a small cut on alex’s temple.   julie had been very vocal on her opinions about the boys wrestling in the studio  ( the exact wording being something like i don’t care if they’re magic; if you break the instruments, i’ll break you. )  of course as soon as she left to find carlos in the house,  alex and luke lunged for each other and well,  willie had been left to deal with the aftermath.