we're headed north to nowhere , ace

[waverly shannon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #555258 solid, bTable] AND YOU LEFT ME SPEECHLESS the secrets you've been keeping, you're running now [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#555258; color: #000;]the burners all had a pot or a pan resting ontop of it, simmering or boiling something that would be edible once waverly got the recipe right. she was unsure if the apartment had ever smelled this good before as she had only been here for a week and most of the food that the two had consumed had been out of take- out containers from the various fast food places around the dusty neighborhood. the area was a little seedy and waverly was not pleased to find that this was where ace actually slept and ate but she would not vocalize her concerns in fear of upsetting him as she had gotten to know him over the week better and better and was very much enjoying the company instead of being in her house by herself. renovations were underway to put new floors in that had buckled and warped due to the water damage, a lot of her furniture was ruined and some possessions that had been resting on the floor—books, papers, random knick knacks that had been blown around, were also in ruins and would need to be replaced. the bag of her most personal items were still sitting in a duffel bag in the corner of ace’s bedroom, where waverly was sleeping for most of the time, waiting to be freed from the confines of the bag and placed back in their proper place, in her apartment. reaching for a wooden spoon, waverly’s elbow knocked over the olive oil, the content pooling on the counter and eventually falling off the edge and onto the floor, ”oh no..no no no”

[/b] she mumbled while the spoon was forgotten on the edge of the stove and the glass container was lifted up and set upright while her other hand was unravelling the paper towel and slopping up the mess that she had created. the smell of burning metal caught her attention and she quickly reached abandoned the mess on the floor and went to simmer down the heat on the burner, wiping at the sweat that was growing on her brow from both anxiety and the heat of the stove. she was anxious for the food to be finished and tested by the male as hard work had gone into the preparation and her stomach was yearning for something edible.

waverly was not much of a cook but the food was finished and put onto plates with some time remaining before ace was to arrive home. she slumped against the counter, putting her hand into the pool of oil and stuck her tongue out instantly to the feeling of the thick liquid sticking to her skin, ”oh just perfect.”[/b] she mumbled, running her fingers under the faucet and cleaning the liquid off, sighing as she heard the front door open. with eyes wide, waverly began to rush around the kitchen, clanking items together while cleaning up and trying to make everything presentable for the male who had graciously allowed her to stay in his home. ”SALUTATIONS.”[/b] she called with an unconventional hello to the male while finishing the final works of her clean up job and took the two heated plates into the small dining room. ”so i…well this is rubbish in look but I think it tastes okay…”[/b], tilting the plate to allow the juice of the steak to move around and be absorbed by everything that was on the plate. ”might be better than sliced bread?...”[/b] she asked, placing the plate on the table where he would be sitting and following suit with her own. she glanced at the table, brows furrowing with thought as she wondered what was missing from the table and the idea clicked in her head which resulted in the eager girl to snap her fingers with the realization, ”beverages!”[/b] she shouted suddenly and moved into the kitchen to place a coke in a glass of ice and a sprite for herself before coming back out and placing the two glasses to the right of the plate. giving a nod of her head, waverly figured that the table looked presentable and moved over to him, her arms quickly enveloping him into both a greeting and a warm embrace. a small squeeze was caused as her muscles contracted and she pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before stepping back, ”I really appreciate you letting me stay here darling, a lot. so…bon apetite?”[/b], a shrug at the end of her words while moving over to the chair and pulling it out for herself, settling down.

the dinner was filled with idle chit chat, and the food was a little tough in the meat section but everything was properly cooked. her flavors were a little off but the taste was still there and waverly was rather proud of herself, finally achieving something in her life, even if there were a few things off with her own meal. finishing the last bite, she rubbed her stomach indicating that she was rather full but there was a mini cake in the fridge, cooling off that needed to be devoured by the two of them but the thought was making her stomach ache, ”I think I made a little too much, well…surplus of meat and cake..”[/b], she chuckled, moving to stand up and taking his empty plate as well, smiling to the sight that he had actually eaten everything—and a little surprised at the same time. ”has anyone done this for you?...i mean, outside of your family?”[/b] she asked with curiosity to her voice while moving into the kitchen after clearing the settings and began to run the water, washing the remainder of her home cooked meal down the drain.

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[ace osbourne]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] was it wrong to say that ace was happy the hurricane had hit myrtle beach? it had been a tragedy for sure, one that had turned many people homeless for a short time or permanently (from that home, at least), one that had taken lives, one that had devastated livelihoods, but it was also the reason that ace had become quite a happy guy. against the trends that he had fallen into for the past eight years. if, when he’d gotten out of prison, someone had told him that he would have a very pretty girl as his closest friend and houseguest for at least a week within two months, he would have laughed and have called them insane. and yet… here he was, coming home from work each day to the smiling, laughing presence of the girl who had very quickly become a good friend. the intensity of work had been stepped up since the hurricane. ace held the simple title of just being a city-worker. nothing glamorous, but good distracting tasks to occupy his time and bring in a paycheck. some days he might be holding a sign on a road directing traffic, others he could be picking up trash off of the main street. it all depended on where he was needed and where the city found it most convenient to put him. since the hurricane, though, he and most others like him had been on clean up detail. driving through the streets, picking up broken branches and siding off of houses, making sure the streets were cleared for heavier equipment to be moved in to help clean up broken homes. seeing destruction on all areas of the city each day helped ace realize how lucky he was that his apartment building hadn’t collapsed, like some others did. hell, the worst thing that had happened to him was the power going out. it had barely been a summer thunderstorm to him… maybe luck was finally on his side. most nights he’d come home and they’d get take out, from those places that weren’t recuperating from the storm, or just scrounge up something from the kitchen like a sandwich or some pasta to eat on the couch. fancy dining wasn’t something ace was used to, or really something that he had ever participated in, so the smell of the cooking food when he came walked in the front door of his apartment was definitely unexpected. ”salutations.” he had come to expect the odd greeting from his quirky house guest, and of course enjoyed it. she was a unique character, which he definitely liked. he wouldn’t enjoy her company so much if she were just another fake plastic Barbie doll. ”hey waves,” he called out in greeting, smile showing through his tone as he hung up his jacket on a coat rack near the door and made his way to the kitchen, leaning against the doorless frame as she passed and then following her to the small dining table. ”so i…well this is rubbish in look but i think it tastes okay…might be better than sliced bread?...” it smelled absolutely delicious though, even if he thought the meal was going to be disgusting, he would never say such a thing to waverly. ”i’m sure it’ll be fantas-“ his words were cut off by her sudden exclamation: ”beverages!” with an amused grin ace watched the small girl disappear, returning a few moments later with two glasses in her hands which she placed on the table. before coming to embrace him in a hug and place a kiss on his cheek that almost made him blush. ”i really appreciate you letting me stay here darling, a lot. so…bon apetite?” ”you say that like me letting you stay here is a torture,” sitting down in his place as she did in hers. ”i’m more than enjoying the company.” the meal was excellent, not that ace had been expecting otherwise. he was totally relaxed eating across from her, enjoying their little banter and the complete casualness of the conversation. two months out of jail and the peace of at least acting normal still hadn’t worn off yet. he doubted it ever would. ”i think i made a little too much, well…surplus of meat and cake..” ”i won’t complain about leftovers. that was delicious.” he actually felt bad, having her practically wait on him like this even if it was the girl’s own choice. he felt he should be doing more, helping more, but he expected that any attempt to do so would be met by a quiet scolding accompanied by a nickname like ‘darling’ that was so common from waverly’s lips, and in the end she would probably get her way anyway. he did stand, though, following her to the kitchen where he leaned against the doorless door frame, watching her at the sink. ”has anyone done this for you?...i mean, outside of your family?” he didn’t speak of his past much, and even to waverly couldn’t remember mentioning his family once. he hadn’t wanted to, but… he could pick and choose the details he gave. in fact, he’d be happier focusing on his family for this question than giving her a completely lying reason of why he hadn’t ever had a girlfriend or someone like that cook a meal for him other than ‘i was in prison for murdering my father for all the years i might have had a girlfriend cook for me’. ”no, actually. not even in my family… not since i was just a kid, like ten or so. my birth mom disappeared on us before i was even one year old, and my dad was never the cooking a homely meal type.” past tense when referring to his father was habit, he could only change it when he was consciously intending on doing so and very careful of his words. perhaps his father’s habits were why ace was so content with take out these days. it was what he’d had most often as a teenager, unless zac had wanted something fairly easy to make and ace had been able to find the time to make it. he could probably could the number of times his father had cooked a meal from scratch on his hands, though. 1054 | <33333333 this template was made by ZOE 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[waverly shannon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #555258 solid, bTable] AND YOU LEFT ME SPEECHLESS the secrets you've been keeping, you're running now [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#555258; color: #000;]she was at ease being in the small apartment, cramped but happy to be hanging with a good friend for a few days while her apartment was drained of all the water. she missed the small one-bedroom apartment but at the same time, she had this inkling that she was enjoying her time here as well and would be sad to depart from ace’s side. they had really gotten to know a lot about each other as they picked up each other’s habits and quirks. waverly had to turn a light when entering a room, even if the room was already consumed by natural light, she had to read half a book before she fell asleep and her thoughts were written on little pieces of paper throughout the apartment. notes about the incoming dinner had been plastered over the fridge for hours, small little details in writing and sentence fragments that made little sense to anyone but her. smiling, she finished her meal and pushed the plate away with a satisfied smile on her pretty face. she was rather pleased with herself regardless of the small flaws of the cooked meal. she looked up to him as he spoke, her smile growing just a little more as she felt a small ping of happiness hit her directly in her heart, the smile now reaching her eyes, ”really? I feel like such a burden, a bother, a troubled wanderer..”

[/b], giving a chuckle at the end of her words. she was no wanderer, she had a house but it had just succumbed to the fury of the hurricane and caused her to be a little homeless for a few days while the water was being drained and the floors were being redone. she had actually been curious to see how buckled her floors had become under the weight of the water and wondered if the bumps were large enough to skate up and down on, making a game out of everything to make the damage seem less traumatic.

she had over estimated the hunger between the two of them and knew it as soon as the process of cooking had begun, she added more slabs of meat onto the grill, the potatoes were made for at least six or seven instead of the two of them and the green beans filled to the top of the container and she took no consideration to make only enough for that night—just incase he got hungry after she left. it seemed that the inevitable was going to occur and waverly had grown to care for the welfare of her temporary roommate. she wanted to be sure that he was going to be well off after she departed from his apartment in a few days-time. ”well okay, I guess that’s peaches”[/b] which meant it was sweet and all was good in her books, ”dearie”[/b] she gave him a smile before moving to clear the table and finish the dishes, letting the plates soak in the water to soften the grim that was molded onto the ceramic finish. waverly had not actually meant to butt into something that she knew nothing about but it was a simple question that could be replied with a simple yes or no and that would be fine with her. she was weary about speaking about his past because the male hardly spoke of it himself and obviously, it was a sensitive subject. she shut the water off as the sound of his voice flooded into her ear and she did not want him to be overpowered by the sound of running water. her back was to the sink, leaning her lower back into the edge of the counter, arching a little in order to get a good look at him since ace was significantly taller than her. ”oh..tragic..i’m sorry to hear…”[/b] she mumbled, reaching up and placing a hand on his cheek, letting her thumb work at the skin under his eye, soothing away the invisible tears. his voice had changed and waverly had caught the difference in tone and volume, the past was painful for him and she was not going to budge on the topic of it.

waverly was observant but not to the point of picking up on past tense and present tense in his words and she ignored what her mind was telling her and nodded to him, dropping her hand to rest on the counter and grinning up to him, trying to lighten the mood of the heavy conversation between the two. ”so, cake?”[/b] she asked, with a raise of her eyebrow and ducking around his body, contorting her own body in order to not even brush the fabric of his shirt. her hand reached out for the fridge, pulling it open and producing the bake good, ”I’m stuffed to the limit but even I can’t resist something that looks that good..”[/b], and it did look delicious, even more shocking that itw as by her own hand. ”want me to slice you a piece or you all honkey dory?”[/b] she asked while starting to slice through the chocolate cake, feeling like milk against the knife as she tipped the small piece onto a plate and licked her finger of the chocolate that had caught onto her skin. the darkness had already started outside and waverly moved around the male to turn the lights of the living room on as she entered it, looking at the couch, ”that thing is ancient…how can you sleep on it?”[/b] she asked, glancing at him from over her shoulder and then making the move to sit against the couch, on the floor. placing the plate on the coffee table, she reached for the book that had been sitting there—preparing herself for a good night’s sleep by starting her daily routine. ”this is …nice.”[/b] she absent-minded spoke while flipping the page of the book, pursing her lips in thought as she tried to find her original place, not realizing that her thoughts had been projected outside and even more so that ace was standing there, listening.[/div][/center]

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[ace osbourne]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] obviously being in the company of another was… unnerving, to ace. he hadn’t lived in a house with anyone since he was sixteen, he’d hardly count prison as a ‘home’, and the last time he’d lived with people… well, it hadn’t ended so well. the idea that he might have another break and hurt waverly was absurd, of course, but small paranoias were constantly lurking on the edge of ace’s mind, haunting his nightmares and restless thoughts when there was nothing else to occupy his mind. it wasn’t like ace was a psychopath, or anything. he’d just had a psychotic break, of sorts. his father had set him off, and waverly was so sweet and so adorable… he couldn’t imagine her ever doing anything that would even frustrate him, let alone send him into such a rage that he was capable of any violence against her. no, his father had been a… special case. temporary insanity. his lawyers had said it, the psychologists (of which there had been at least five, perhaps more because eventually they’d all just started to blur together) had said it, the judge had said it, the court had decided it. it was only the nagging voice in the back of ace’s brain that still couldn’t believe he’d been capable of such violence against his own father, no matter the circumstances, that was now making him so paranoid of himself lashing out against waverly. that was fine. so long as such a paranoia remained in his brain, perhaps lurking in his nightmares, he could deal with it. ”really? i feel like such a burden, a bother, a troubled wanderer..”, ”guest,” he corrected with a smile. the storm wasn’t her fault, after all. he would much rather she stay with him and send him to the couch for a few nights than for him to hear two weeks later that she’d been staying in some shelter or ratty motel, if she were fortunate to find a room even in a building as decrepit as that, while he’d had extra space in his apartment. his place would be open to her whenever she might need him, ace hoped that by now waverly had realized that. after all, what were friends for? by simply talking to him with her quirky little phrases and unique perspective on things waverly had done a lot more for ace than she probably realized because she hadn’t been around him in his first awkward days of freedom to know just how out of place he had been in the normal world, how uneasy and awkward it had been for him just to be able to walk along a street in broad daylight with real, normal people around him rather than filing down a hallway surrounded by fellow inmates and guards. she’d helped him come out of his shell much, much earlier than he was sure he would have done otherwise. leftovers were never something that ace would be upset about. they wouldn’t go to waste, anyway. at least, the odds of them going to waste was very slim. ace didn’t like to waste good cooking, while he wouldn’t stuff himself beyond any reasonable amount of consumption, and though he didn’t exactly have the best meals to compare her cooking to over the last couple of years, he really did think that she was a good cook. he himself was hopeless at it. he’d set off the fire alarm in his apartment far too many times for him to care to remember, all within his first week or two of freedom. ”well okay, i guess that’s peaches dearie” he didn’t know where she had caught on to all of the odd phrases she often used. maybe she’d had an elderly grandmother whose dialect had been addicting to her as a child, something different to do that had held on when she was older. it was something that set her apart from everyone else around ace, something more for him to like about her. he didn’t want her to do all the work of cleaning up the table, but she moved quickly and all he could do was follow her into the kitchen, doing his best to stay out of her way and let her to her work while he gave his answer. ”oh..tragic..i’m sorry to hear…” tragic? ha… that part of his life wasn’t the tragic part. in ace’s opinion he was better off without his mother, he had clearly been unwanted by her anyway. regardless of what issues she might have had with his father that made her leave (he wasn’t going to be deluded and think that it was all her fault, especially after realizing his father wasn’t the hero ace had thought him to be as a child), she should have or could have found ways to stay in contact with ace and remain in his life. she hadn’t, and so it was her loss. just a fact, not a tragedy. ”it’s no big deal,” he shrugged, not moving away from her hand. ”i haven’t suffered without her… though, if she’d made delicious meals like yours, i’ve definitely been missing out.” ”so, cake?” he knowledge that there was even more to come made ace feel more full than ever, but he wasn’t about to turn down some dessert. ”i’m stuffed to the limit but even i can’t resist something that looks that good..”, ace shared her sentiments, a single look at the baked good decided that he would find room in his stomach for a piece. ”want me to slice you a piece or you all honkey dory?” ”how could i say no to something that looks that delicious?” he chuckled, taking his own piece and following her into the living room, clutching the plate in one hand. ”that thing is ancient…how can you sleep on it?” he sat himself down on the said ancient crouch, hearing the familiar springs hidden underneath the cushions creak and groan with his weight. his legs were pulled up onto the couch, folding slightly beside him into a more comfortable position, plate resting on his knees. ”it gives me all the sleep i need,” he assured her for what he was almost positive was not the first time. ”besides, it’s not too bad. the only risk for sleep is moving around too much and having the trainwreck sound of the springs wake you up.” of course, when you were waking up because of a nightmare anyway the springs were probably a blessing that just brought you out of your terror earlier. ”this is …nice.” there was the usually small smile on his lips that remained whenever he was around waverly, just a slight turn, enough to take away a sullen expression and make him far more personable. he couldn’t help but smile when she was around. she made him relax. ”you didn’t have to do that, you know,” he commented idly, looking at her even though she was focused on her book. ”make supper, i mean. your company’s enough.” there was a small pause. ”with that being said, it was absolutely delicious, so thank you.” 1054 | <33333333 this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !

[waverly shannon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #555258 solid, bTable] AND YOU LEFT ME SPEECHLESS the secrets you've been keeping, you're running now [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#555258; color: #000;]a force tugged at her lips, causing them to curve up and into a large smile when the word “guest” was corrected. she gave a small chuckle to accompany the elated facial expression, glancing at the floor to hide the small color that had burned into her cheeks while she shook her head, ”guest..”

[/b] she repeated the word, enjoying the way it slipped off her tongue. it sounded good but tasted better as it slipped off her tongue and a glance up to him with a small light burning in her eyes while she nodded, dropping the topic all together. waverly was not one to get into an argument or a disagreement over something as trivial as to what was her label in the household at the moment and instead, she returned to finishing her meal and then cleaning up the mess that her dinner had caused. she tried to keep the talk of the family to a minimum as it seemed to make him a little uncomfortable and though she was curious, she was not going to cross the line of privacy and invade his with question after question. ”aww..you flatter me..”[/b], she spoke while lifting his empty plate off the table and placing it ontop of her half finished one and proceeded to retreat into the kitchen. she flipped the switch on and quickly emptied the plates and put them into the sink before letting the water soak up the grime that was left on the plate before she would begin to wash them. turning to look at him as waverly was well aware that the male had followed her into the kitchen, she stepped aside to allow him the chance to place anything into the sink but would not give him the duty of washing the dishes as she had made the mess and it was hers to clean up, at least that was the idea in her mind. the silence surrounding them was growing to an awkward stage and she cleared her throat, glancing at the fridge and recalling the dining portion of the evening was far from over as the cake that had been cooling in the fridge for a few hours should have been ready to be ingested by the two of them at this point. giving a chuckle, she nodded and proceeded to slice both of them a piece and handed him a plate with a rather large piece of cake, ”portions are big but it’s not too sweet…I don’t think.”[/b] as waverly had not actually tested the cake yet but with a dip of her fork into the fluffy center, she lifted it to her lips and cleaned the fork with a moan of satisfaction—it was good.

moving into the living room, waverly nestled on the couch and winced to the feeling of the springs of the couch actually digging into material of her pants. she could feel every crevice, crumb, and the pieces that actually made the couch and after a few seconds of shifting, she grew comfortable and accustomed to the creaks and the moans of the couch. ”but it’s hardly suitable for a good night sleep. you should take the bed.”[/b], not really giving him much say in the matter but trying to be a good guest and not over run the host’s life which was exactly what waverly felt like she was doing. she had evicted him from his own bedroom, though it was on his own accord, but the guilt that she felt was still there with each night that she laid her head on the pillow or the times that she thought about taking a nap in the middle of the day. ”or tumbling to the floor by rolling over…”[/b], which sounded rather painful in her head as she craned her neck to peer at the hardwood floor before wrinkling her nose and turning to look at him once more, ”well I know that silly goose, but…I wanted to.”[/b] or rather, waverly needed to. she felt as though the intrusion on his life was becoming a burden and it was her way of showing an appreciation to his hospitality because without ace’s help. she would have been on the street or in the town arena with the other hurricane victims. ”my company was made even better with the cake..”[/b], she grinned while taking a mouthful of cake once more and then placing the book on her lap. she let out a small yawn and slowly began to rise from her spot on the couch, ”well I’m done taking over your …current sleeping habitat and I’m going to retreat for some shut eye because this cooking has worn me out..”[/b]. it had become a habit for the girl to give him a kiss on the cheek before they departed each other for some time and to waverly, dreaming was a whole different world which meant that a kiss on the cheek would be recvieved, ”but worth it for a good friend like you. thank you hon..”[/b] and with that, the girl walked into the bedroom with her book to her chest and a smile on her face.

sleep came to waverly quickly after having changed into proper sleeping attire and doing her nightly routine of cleaning her teeth, brushing her hair and applying lotion to just about every inch of her skin. she let out a large yawn while pulling the covers over her body and falling into a sleep but it was about mid-dream when she was suddenly awaken to a grand idea. fumbling around in the dark, waverly was now searching for a writing instrument and a piece of paper to record her idea on. her attempts to do this in the dark was futile and with a press of a button, the screen to her phone illuminated most of the room and she noticed something that appeared to be a writing desk. ”eureka!”[/b] she whispered out, jumping out of the bed and sliding the chest open, her brows furrowing to the influx of papers that slipped out of the containment of the drawer. ”oopsieee.”[/b] she gave a small tune to the words and kneeled down to pick up the papers, collecting them but noticing that they had a common feel to them. the paper was thicker and felt a little on the inky side, her brows furrowed as she noticed that they were slightly gray and had a denser feel to them which indicated to her that they were newspaper clippings. the curious side of her flipped them over and it was the same word that caught her attention each time. her ees flitted over the headlines, each one saying the same thing with a different phrase but they all meant the same thing; murderer. her breath suddenly hitched into her throat and she let out a shrill scream while dropping the papers and letting them fall all over the bedroom floor in no arranged pattern. the phone dropped to the floor and in the dark, waverly began to fumble around in gathering her possessions, shaky and trying to control her breathing while tears filled her eyes. she was not sure if she was crying for her own naivety or for the idea that the person that she considered to be her best friend was a monster in society’s eyes and now, in her own eyes.
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[/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 1233[/B] WORDS, WHICH IS BECAUSE YOU NEVER GAVE ME A LIMIT. MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND WAVERLY IS WEARING THIS[/URL][/COLOR]. ANYTHING TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS ..DSAFDAFDSA OMFG. HORRIBLE..[/B][/div][/center]

[ace osbourne]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1029.photobucket.com/albums/y353/shockwavesyndrome/thisiswar.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 450px;height:600px;] the scream cut into his restless dream, ripping away the very thin layer of relaxation that had covered his mind, jerking him to wakefulness instantly. loud noises while he tried to sleep were nothing new to him, the world hadn’t exactly been a silent place when he’d been in prison, but he’d gotten used to the peace in his own home. this was somewhere that he could feel safe, happy, and the shrill scream shattering the silence of the house was a rude awakening indeed. ace sat bolt upright on the couch, legs swinging over the side to give himself some stability, as his mind adjusted to the noise that had broken in to his rest. it was silent again, but he knew what he had heard and wasn’t so easily calmed. after a moment of holding his breath, staring blankly through the darkness in the apartment, he heard muffled sounds coming from his bedroom, waverly’s bedroom. what was he supposed to think? his friend screamed in the dead of night, and ace would be the first to admit that this was the shady area of town… so the first logical thought that came to his mind was that someone had broken in, waverly was in trouble. the sounds coming from the bedroom weren’t overly loud, though. it was odd, as though someone was purposefully trying to move quietly. if someone had broken in, the very least ace would be expecting would be louder sounds of a struggle. he needed to investigate though, and quickly. a heavy flashlight, the length of his forearm, was grabbed off of the coffee table lying beside the couch, but not switched on. he knew his path through the darkness perfectly, moving quickly but as silently as possible to the bedroom. he pushed the door open, quickly stepping into the dark bedroom, ”waves? you oka-“ mid-sentence the lights to the room were switched off, and with the suddenly visible scene ace’s grasp of basic speech failed him. shit. his eyes were focused on the ground, the flimsy papers that he knew all too well, well enough that the darkened words printed on the pages in some cases were memorized, recitable by him. his breath caught in his throat, mind going blank with panic. how did she get those? his eyes quickly darted to the opened desk, usually closed to hide the records that they contained, newspapers amassed through time (of which he’d had much) in prison. what they revealed was not something that he wanted waverly to know, definitely not now and potentially not ever. he hadn’t taken the time to decide on when he could tell her about his past, preferring to enjoy the present. and now… well, he didn’t know what to say. he was practically frozen, staring at her, waiting for the backlash. 471 | short... not for lack of muse. D8 this template was made by ZOE of caution 2.0 !