OHBABY, your just like a pill!

PLAIN&SIMPLE, Ace missed Esta right now. He didnt have his dads, he didnt have his rooms, he didnt have his friends, and he didnt have his big house. He just had him self and a few of his thing and his car in a small dorm. It was like being in rehab all over again. TRUTH, he hadnt told Ace the real reason he was here. He gave the excuse that he just missed him so he was transfering to the academny and using his recovery as a way in. TRUTH, Ace was starting to use pills to stay up and work when Ace left. He couldnt really bare it with his boyfriend gone. He started smoking over a pack a day. He started to drink at night, mixing alcohol with pills and getting a high. He hadnt turned back to cocaine yet, but his parents were pretty sure that he would if they didnt get him out of the house and into a controled facilite. They had pretty much given up on Ace Taylor himself.

Ace had gotten threats from Travis, that if he went back to drugs and didnt get help he wouldnt speak to him again. It would be like disowning him as a best friend, life support, and a brother. Ace had gotten kind of devistated at that, but he knew Travis just wanted him better. He knew it was tuff love, kinda like Acey did when he was going through his cocaine addiction. He couldnt help it thought, everything was just so good. It was like when he was high or just a bit out of his mind he could function better and like nothing was bothering him. When really, Ace being gone was killing him. He could barely sleep without the boy by his side. It was funny how Ace didnt want to say he loved Ace on the first day, but now it was like he couldnt breathe without the boy.

A deep sigh escaped Ace's mouth, his hands in the pockets of his tight blue jeans. His chest clung to by a plain white shirt and a jean vest with buttons from all sorts of bands on it, and studs and such. He made it himself. A studded belt with 3 rows of big studs hugged his waist, and some white vans were on his feet. He looked pretty much like a rockstar. His black hair was straightened with a big of volumizer at the roots. His hair was getting long, but he liked it. There was more that you could do with it, and everyone around him loved it too. Ace had always been an artsy man, and it totally showed in his wardrobe.

He had been bored sitting at his drom. He was so ready to get school over with. If he would have just controlled his temper when Ace told him he slept with Tanner, he would have been fine. But no he had to get suspended and held back cause he punched his boyfriend. He still felt bad. He knew today was Aces birthday, after almost 3 years together that is just something you dont forget. He pulled his phone from his pocket as he walked through the mall. Typing a message, but stopping when he saw the cutie in the bookstore. He wouldnt make his presence known just yet. He walked into the bookstore and over to the nonfiction section, before typing a message to the boy.

i see you birthday boy =)

He pressed send on his phone to Ace's number, laughing lightly. He peeked around the bookshelf and looked at him before hiding back again, grabbing a book that was about addiction. These were always fun to read.

how to m ak e a s c en e!

Ace was in a small little dorm. He had gotten a bigger one, and it was pretty nice. But he came from a place where he had 3 rooms! A bedroom, a chill room, and a red room. Where would he go to escape now. He had no more satin chill pads, no more tempur bed, no more photography room. He had a regular dorm. It had a bed, a small living room, a small kitchen thing, and a small bathroom. This was not upscale living like he was used to. He had decked it out to the best of his ability, but it wasn't anything that he would ever call home, or it was nothing that would make him feel like this place could be home.

Ace Taylor was an addict. He was addicted to human contact, he was addicted to sexual contact, he was addicted to pills, he was addicted to energy drinks, and he was addicted to cocaine. TRUTH, it had been a while since he had done cocaine. Yes, he had snorted a line or two since Ace left, but he wasn't downhill again. He had too, he needed it. He had no one there to keep him sain. It was just him and a few of his small friends. He had nothing special called a GOOD FRIEND really, they had all left Esta. So it was him, his camera, and his dads. And one night he went out and partied and he got a bit carried away. It was just one little line and he hadn't touched the stuff since. He had gotten sick afterwords. He knew it wasn't because of the cocaine, but he figured it was because the coke, the pills, the lack of food, the lack of sleep, and the alcohol. He was surprised he didn't overdose, but his body had really built up a tolerance, and he hadn't been clean for maybe about 5 months.

Ace had been flipping through the book about addiction, reading and laughing softly to himself. Some of these philosophy's were so retarded. Like seriously, so funny. He found humor in people who have never been addicted to anything trying to write about it. He hated it when people tried to write about anything they have never done. They sounded so virginal to what they were writing about. It was like a nun writing about kinky sex. It just didn't make since. He felt his phone vibrate and sighed lightly, was his boyfriend really that clueless. If someone says they were watching you then the chances are they were someone really close to you. Oh well, it was rather cute really.

Yes I'm in Perii. Are you not going to come look for you? Cause I mean, I'm sitting here watching you and you don't look that excited to see me. I asked around FOREVER to find out if anyone knew where you were. Until I finally tracked down your house and asked your dumb dad. But since you don't want to see me, i will just leave or whatever.

Ace wrote, his thumbs starting to cramp because he wrote so much. Ace had really lost all respect for his boyfriends dad. He hated the man. He always kicked his boyfriend out of the house, and his Acey was always to scared to come to Ace's house. Ace always got annoyed with that, but he understood sort of. He sighed and stood up, throwing the book on the ground. It was trash, thats where it belonged in his opinion. He sent the message before stuffing his phone into his pocket. He ran his fingers through his bangs before straightening out his attire and walking toward the exit of the store. He spotted Ace and smiled lightly, but the boy looked in tune to whatever he was reading. Ace didn't even know if his boyfriend would even recognize that he walked by! So Ace didn't stop, he just kept walking past the cute boy sitting in the chair. If he wanted him to stop, he would have to come stop him. Ace was in an unusually hyper state. He had taken a few anxiety meds and drank a few energy drinks. He was seriously close to bouncing off the walls.

Ace didnt like athority. He hated being told what to do and he hated not having his freedom. When he came to places like Perii he felt like he was in a cage. He couldnt express himself at all, he was just stuck in a place where everyone said they "understood" him, but no one really did. Except for Acey. People usually judeged him by the way he looked, by they way his hair was styled, by the shoes he wore, and by the first few words. Of course, he did the same thing to other people, but most people took judging him to the extreme. They immediatly thought he was some "emo" kid. The word "emo" made Ace shudder. There was no such thing, unless you were talking about emotional hardcore. Then and only then was using emo okay. People also assumed he was gay. Not that they were wrong but he slept with girls too, well before he got with his boyfriend. They immediatly assumed he was dumb, cause he had failed. Which was wrong casue he was very intelligent, he just made bad decisions. He was judged to easily, and he hated it.

Ace felt his phone vibrate as he walked down the mall. He picked it from his tight pockets and sighed, reading it before chuckling softly and stopping when he felt an arm grab him. He slid his phone back into his pocket. It felt so good to see the boys face. He was perfect in so many ways. He was gorgeous and he was sweet and he was fun to be with. Ace's heart was completely taken by this boy, it was crazy. He never though he would be this inlove with someone, but things change, and with Ace everything had changed. Hi. He said with a smile. It felt so good to see him. He had missed him so much it was crazy. I missed you so much. He said with a smile, returning the kiss but never wanting to make it stop. He wrapped his arms around him and listened to his question. Wow, a couple of months ago it was Ace wanting his boyfriend to move in with him, and now it was the other way. I.. uh.. wow. He said, kind of taken back. He ruffled the back of his hair and glanced at him. How could he say no?

Well there were a couple of things against this whole situation. Ace didnt like his boyfriends dad. Infact he pretty much hated him. And living with him would pretty much be hell. Though yes he would love to be with his boyfriend, he just didnt know. He was able to smoke, drink, and do pot as much as he wanted on his own. But he still hated where he lived. He deffinatly wasnt used to that type of living. He was used to Esta, and Esta is what he missed. Not to mention he would have to come and tell the truth to his boyfriend on why he was in Perii. I mean, you cant not live with someone and not notice that their popping pills left and right, going through a pack of cigs in a day and chasing the pills down with hard liquor and weed.

He sighed lightly and looked down at his shoes before looking back at Ace. I will have to think about it. He said with a soft sigh. It was something he needed to think about. As much as he would love to there would be alot of things he would have to try to hide, and he would be living with someone he didnt like. But then again he would be living with someone he loved. It was confusing, but right now all he wanted to think about was being with his boyfriend again. Reunited and it felt so good! I love you too. So much. He said with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss him again. One of those big, passionate kisses.