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[Boston Caleb Reid]

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Boston never understood the idea of having too few hours in a day. Couldn't relate to those business people who couldn't get their work done in time to be home for supper each night, or to sit back in front of a t.v for a few hours. Boss had, if anything, too much time. Getting up bright and early could do this for anyone though, it wasn't some special thing about Boss that let him accomplish so many things in a single day. It was that his days just started long before nine and ended up later than 5. Today was a day off though, with no actual show planned for the coming evening to give him something to be on time for. Boston had a lot of days like this one, that he could spend lounging around if the mood struck him to do so. Which wasn't as often as you'd think, since he rather liked wandering around the town without telling anyone where he was going. Not because he wanted to be dangerous or had any subconscious wish to be murdered in an alley. Just because it didn't seem nearly as exciting to go off exploring if you already knew where you'd end up.

Boss probably knew almost every street of the town like the back of his hand, he spent so much time wandering through them for no particular reason other than a love of the outdoors. The majority of this specific day had been spent in the park, which was one of his more favorite places to frequent as you could get much more sun there than closer to the busy main street. But it grew boring sometimes, when he was left alone long enough to realize he really didn't care for being alone. It was just that he never thought to bring anyone with him. After all, there weren't many people he knew who would enjoy the hours of exercise so early in the morning, or any time of day really. His friends went to parties, bars and clubs. They drank, smoked and made out with each other all night. They would not be interested in what bit of nature Boss found interesting even in the afternoon. At some point he had just made the decision to keep it one of his secrets, like a bad habit that was truly beneficial in the long run. His life was filled with things like that. Quirks that didn't make sense, like whispering during a concert and yelling in a library.

It probably came from his parents and their inability to deal with anything that wasn't sunshine, unicorns and cheese. While this had been a good thing when they first met and were unable to continue lying to each other, it also became the reason for why neither of their sons stayed. Or maybe that was more Tyler's fault for wanting to leave. Boss had never been entirely sure who was to blame for what ended up happening. A bit like the chicken and the egg, it was hard to say who started ruining things first. Boss had just kind of been there, the silent observer who tried to bridge the gap between the two. And failed miserably, for the record. You could get caught in the cross-fire and do nothing to stop the bullets coming at you. Other than run the other way, which he eventually did to some degree. Boss just moved out the second he could, being happy with his small place if it meant that he was allowed to feel happy without instantly feeling guilty afterwards.

Plus he liked only having to walk a short distance from the park to get back to his house. A real benefit when you considered that the boy was the worlds worst driver, mostly because he was self taught and lacked the parental guidance that might have saved him from so much whiplash. Besides, he didn't like sitting in a car when he could be walking instead, with the possible exception of the winter months. Other than that, the boy tried to remain outside whenever he could, ignoring whatever weird stares he might be getting from people who couldn't understand the boy who refused rides whenever they were offered. You got use to that kind of thing with time, had polite answers on hand should you need to give any kind of reason for your actions. Luckily for Boss, most people didn't care enough to ask those kinds of questions. They too, were just trying to be polite.

Getting home offered some salvation from all that, a quiet slightly messy haven to return to. Not that he lived in the eye of a tornado or anything, he was messy to the usual extent that you would expect from a young guy living alone. Completely alone in fact, not even a goldfish was around to greet him when he walked through the door and flopped down on the couch. Boss just didn't need any roommates to pay for the place and he was too forgetful to be responsible for even the tiny life of a fish at the moment. But this lead to boredom very quickly, with Boss being unable to just lay down on the couch even after a day of running around. Normally, this would be when he sent Denny or Annie a message, seeing as they were some of his closest friends and the people most likely to want to hang out at the drop of a hat. But the other two band mates were considerably more interested in each other as of late. Which was not something that Boss needed to willingly subject himself to, even if it meant resisting the urge to ruin any plans they had. Instead he decided to text Abby and ask her to come over before he died of complications from boredom.

Other than the band, Abby was probably the person who knew him best. His parents only knew him from any letters that he sent them, or the brief phone calls that he made. Other people knew the Boss who felt like being in front of a crowd, the loud and overly friendly side of him. To be fair, he really was an energetic and bright person but that wasn't all he was. The band an Abby knew that a bit more than the casual friends he kept. Though he wasn't sure if they knew about his family, or what his entire family happened to be. It wasn't something he brought up in every day conversation any way. Not out of shame, but rather to avoid talking about why he'd never mentioned it before. Because some part of Boss was even more happy with pretending it never happened.

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Abby rolled over in bed when she heard her phone buzzing on the dresser next to her bed. It was time for one of her power naps, and she was off work, so her bed was the place to be when no one was around. She only slept for about an hour at a time at the most. She had insomnia. With so much running though her mind, she normally found it difficult to sleep. But sleeping was boring for her. She really didn't find much of a point in it. Sleep? Why? There were so many things to do and places she could be. But it was needed. When she did find her self getting ready to pass out, she had a power nap and then was up and moving aging. But she had only been in bed for about a half an hour. Or at least that's what her clock told her. So when her phone range it kind of surprised her. She knew it couldn't have been Annie. She was always off with Denny, which meant it want Denny either. So by process of elimination she knew it was Boss before she even picked up her phone. Abby didn't have to many friends so when she got text messages there were so few people that it could actually be. And of course, like always, she was right. A text from Boss telling her to come over.

Abby replied quickly telling him she would be there in a sec. She just had to get up and dressed and stuff. No big deal. It was only Boss, even though she knew it was going to take her forever to pick out an outfit that she was actually satisfied with. Abby of course couldn't sleep now. Abby did have a little bit of a crush on Boss, but she did not do so well in relationships. They scared her. After seeing what love did to her parents she never wanted to fall in love. She would much rather be alone for the rest of her life, than go though all the pain that love brought to her. But she thought about Annie and Denny. They seemed happy and pretty carefree. Given that Annie was a train wreak and Denny was kind of a criminal. As far as love went with them, they seemed pretty okay. So, Abby was left to be torn between, wanting a love interest. So, she just kind of blew it off, like she did with most things she couldn't make up her mind about.

Abby rolled her ass out of bed and got up and dressed. She changed into her favorite pair of tights and shorts over them. Surprisingly she didn't take as long as she thought she would to get dressed. She had a different kind of style. She didn't care what anyone said or thought about it, it was the way she liked to dress so everyone else could suck it up. That was basically her motto for everything about her life. And she was happy that way. She then threw on a tank top. She couldn't walk out of the house in just her bra. She felt that it would be awkward to hang out with Boss in just her bra.

When Abby was done putting on all of her jewelry she went over to see how her cat was doing. She wished, being a mind reader and all, that she could read animals thoughts, but that was just another one of her restrictions. Abby bent over to pet her small cat, Lola. She remembered the day she got her. It was a spur of the moment type of thing. She was walking past a pound and walked in with nothing better to do. She thought about getting a job there. She loved spending time with animals and this would be a perfect way, without having to buy one. But the second she walked in she wanted to buy all of them. She was walking by a new litter of kittens that had just been brought in. She asked the girl working there what happened to them. Their mom had died right after she gave birth and were left on the side of a corner in a box. Someone found them and brought them in here. The runt was the worst of them though. She was on the edge of death and hardly had a pulse, when she was first brought here. They managed to save all of the kittens though, including the runt. But because it was so close to death and was trampled over but the other small cats in the box, it walked a little differently than a normal cat should. So because it was a little different Abby was immediately draw to it. She bought the small cat right then and there.

Abby still doesn't know where she got the name Lola, but she loved the name so much, that she knew that it had to be her inept cats name. She fed her cat and pet her on the head again before she walked out the door. She put the buds that were connected to her ipod in her ears and turned it up. Abby danced out of her apartment building and onto the street. She made her way past her favorite coffee shop, the park, and many other things that were on the path to Boss's house. She had been there so few times but she knew her way there so well. She was good with directions. The street wasn't too filled with people but it sounded twice as loud. It wasn't so bad though. It was just noise that she could easily block out. No one really was thinking about anything important. So she just didn't pay attention. She minded her own business and kept walking to Boss's house.

Abby finally found herself standing in front of Boss's door. She knocked as hard as she could at yelled through it. "Hey, boss open up it's Abby!" She waited there for him to open the door. She didn't really know what to expect to do with Boss. She just knew that it had to be better than wasting her time sleeping in bed. And Boss was a cool guy. She knew she could be herself around him and knew he wasn't an ass. He was a sweet guy and pretty chill. And with all the time she had spend with him, she also knew he was an elf. He thought about it once in a while but never told her. So it was a secret that she really didn't know. And it was just better for everyone if no one knew she could read minds. Only Annie knew, but Abby didn't really think that was a big deal. She was one of her best friends and she trusted her with that secret. Even if it did slip out by accident when they were both very, very drunk. But she pushed those thoughts out of her head. Now she was going to spend some quality time with her favorite guy. Boss.

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[Boston Caleb Reid]

Say a prayer, say a little common sense

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There had to have been a time before people started to accumulate secrets to store in the back of their own minds. Cause you didn't start out with all these things you weren't allowed to say, shouldn't even think about saying. In the beginning, it didn't matter what you did cause in less than a week no one would remember it ever happened. Then growing old got in the way, made the way things were a factor in how you should act. Growing up often went hand in hand with regrets and mistakes that became the things you told no one. Boss figured that out a long time ago, probably sooner than he ought to have. When how proud his parents had been clashed with what his school friends were saying, what the people lucky enough to be normal told him. The boy didn't see anything wrong with himself, but it was hard to argue when so many people told you otherwise. Eventually, you stopped being above it all and gave into it all. And Boss learned to keep his mouth shut, to stop thinking about it so much. Deep down, he wasn't exactly sure what scared him more. The idea of being able to forget it or the fact that he felt he was better off that way.

It wasn't something he'd always done intentionally any way. For a while, it had been accidental. Something he'd forget to mention once, then twice until it snowballed and he realized that it wasn't some mistake when he made up excuses for the admittedly weird things he did like list off a bunch of facts about a flower when all you had said was how pretty it looked. That was what made him forget, made him question what had actually happened and what had merely been exaggerated when he felt the need. Until there was very little difference between himself and someone like Abby, who to him seemed to be perfectly normal. Or as normal as Boss had managed to find, given his taste in friends. He was able to be happy and laugh at stupid jokes, because there wasn't anyone in this world he'd fashioned that thought twice about it. Boss was able to be Boss, not just the person everyone expected him to be. There was no pressure when it came to just being human, no set expectations to ruin your day. In a lot of ways, Boss had ended up being a lot more like Tyler than he had ever planned.

This was a slightly depressing fact, one that he wished away as soon as he thought of it while waiting for a reply from Abby. The way that Tyler left meant forcing the rest of the family to take a closer look at what they had been doing, what they had previously chose to overlook because the truth was unpleasant. How similar Boss was to his brother was knowledge he had gathered with time. Because you didn't get to ignore what was in forced in front of your eyes, you just had to learn to accept what it was you were seeing. It didn't make Boss less angry with Tyler, if anything it made that unnatural feeling worse. What gave him the right to leave, to make some silent moments for Boss unbearable. When did Tyler become the one to decide who was right. The lack of answers for any of his questions had always been what made him quit thinking about the subject, to stop working himself up over nothing all over again. That's what the whole thing was at this point, nothing. And knowing that soothing him again, brought the usual calm back just in time to see that Abby was on her way. Abby wasn't going to leave him high and dry, not this time at least.

Boss didn't always know what to make of Abby, would often change his mind and opinion of the girl depending on his mood. One moment he thought he might really like her, and the next he was thinking how perfectly happy he was to be ignored by her for someone else. On a whole though, Boss liked having his friend. Liked that she wasn't like Denny and Annie, too busy with each other at the moment to make any new plans. Abby fit in so nicely with the band that Boss often had to remind himself that the girl wouldn't actually be following him onto the stage. But that was okay too, because it was nice to know that there was someone on the outside who might be waiting for him. For now though, he was stuck waiting on her. Boss never knew how long it would be before a girl might be ready to leave the house, it was something he felt ought to be timed so that no guy like him would have the time to start wondering what would happen when she finally got there. This thought made the previously acceptable apartment seem much too dirty, driving Boss to quickly gather up different take out containers and pop cans into the kitchen before doing a sweep of the room in search of dirty clothes. Boss was one of those people who didn't think twice about where they set something done, even if it made him constantly lose things like house keys and phone numbers. So finding a lost t-shirt stuck behind the couch wasn't all that surprising.

It made things look a little more presentable, in Boss's mind at least. He didn't really know what Abby's standards would be, if she had any at all when it came to houses. Maybe it was just natural to worry about looking like a slob in front of other people, and it didn't have to instantly mean you were trying to impress anyone. He didn't really have time to figure that one out before hearing Abby pound on the door as he put one last armful of dirty clothes out of sight. That was going to have to do for now, whether it was suitable or not. The boy couldn't help but grin to himself at the sound of her demanding yelling, briefly considering what she might do if he left he there for even a minute longer. Probably break the door down by the sounds of it, which in itself was a funny idea if you'd ever seen the size of Abby. " Alright, alright no need dent the thing you know," he said with a laugh as he opened the door, bowing dramatically to let her in and close the poor door behind her. He did take a moment to wonder whether he ought to have changed, but it was impossible to compare himself to what Abby was wearing. She wasn't exactly dressed up or anything, she had the same odd sense of style showing through as always. So his regular clothes had to be fine although the majority of his wardrobe came with a grass stain or two that Boss always failed to notice until it was much too late. It was something most people close to him were use to seeing at this point.

The impulsive decision to invite her over hadn't been followed up until this moment with any actual thought as to what they could do. One of the many problems Boss had whenever he found himself to be a host. " Dunno what you feel like doing, " the boy confessed, speaking out loud without really meaning to as he looked around the house that almost wasn't recognizable from the state it had been in minutes before. " There's movies or t.v or whatever, video games and what probably counts as an embarrassing board game collection in the closest. And if you're hungry then you're in luck cause I happen to make a mean can of soup," he told her with a laugh, though how horrible his cooking skills were wasn't really a joke. " We can do whatever you'd like my dear," he added with a shrug, not sure of what else to suggest without completely bombarding her with options.

" Oh, I can get you a drink if you'd like," he said rather suddenly, realizing that someone more use to having company over might have already asked that before practically running into the kitchen with the bit of natural grace he'd been born with. " Whatta like?," he asked, noticing he had neither waited for an answer or asked if she wanted to come along with him. Abby had been over to his place so few times before that he couldn't remember a time when it had been just her, not even Annie or Denny hanging around. But it wasn't the first time he'd be alone with Abby, so it wasn't like he was worried she'd all of a sudden confess how much she'd always hated him or anything. If that was the case, then she'd have made an excuse to not come over at all. Now he just had to figure out what to expect from the girl whose full attention he rarely had long enough to get to know well enough to not even have to ask when it came to a drink.

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Abby could hear barely Boss on the other side of the door as she beat her fist against it. And even from here she could hear him think. She smiled when she heard that he thought she was going to break down the door or even dent it. Abby was not that big and was was more certainly not the strongest person out here. She was actually quit weak in the arm area. She could carry about four drinks in each had though. So that had to could for something. But she stopped just as he was opening the door. She smiled as she watched him bow down in front of her and move to the side so she could walk in. She let out a little giggle. That was new. She felt special that he did that for her, even though it was just Boss. Just a guy she should happen to have a crush on. But it was really no big deal she kept telling herself. She could keep herself under control. Kind of. At least enough to not jump into his pants right now. But there was still some part of her that wanted Boss all to herself. Everyone on earth knew she had a thing for a good musician. And if that good musician just happen to be the bassist in her best friends band and just happen to fit so perfectly in her life, well then that caused some issues for her. Because if she was going to pursue Boss, she had to know that it was going to work. Because she did not want to make in awkward when she went to the shows, or when she hung out with Annie. But she really did like him. And Abby knew you had to live in the moment and not linger in the past or worry about the future. Because that would only cause a bigger inner conflict than she already had, and that would not be good for anyone. You have have to go though life with no regrets. You don't want to look back and see all the times you could have been happy. And Boss made her happy. and who the hell was going to stand in her way? Abby of all people should know how to make herself happy. dealing with her parents for seventeen years of her life was enough misery she could stand. now was her time to do what she needed to be happy.

Abby walked into his house and looked around. It was nothing new than the last time she was there really. But it was still amazingly different when it was just them. It was clean, unlike her apartment, but there were still a few thing laying around here and there. But she was okay with that. Looking around his apartment made her want to go home and clean up her place. She was not very neat, but she was never home, and she never brought anyone home that she had to impress. But she wanted to. she wanted to bring someone home with her and have to impress someone. to meet someone standers other than her own. She liked the feeling the house held for her, it always made her feel a little bit more at home. Not so lost in a town where she didn't have to many friends.

”So what do you wanna do now?” Abby asked. even though she didn’t really care much. She would be happy just laying around here or even going for a nice walk outside, or really whatever Boss wanted to do. Abby took a peak in Boss's mind, and she saw that he really didn’t have anything prepared to do with her. There was almost a little bit of panic. and Abby liked that, she didn't know why, but it made her feel like he was trying hard to make her feel.. well she didn't know. Maybe more, conformable?

She smiled as she listened to the things he raddled off at her, as possible choices they could do today. He almost seemed awkward to be around her. And that just made Abby smile a little bit more. ” There’s movies or TV or whatever, video games and what probably counts as an embarrassing board game collection in the closest. And if you’re hungry then you’re in luck cause I happen to make a mean can of soup,” She heard him say to her. And judging from the looks of his head, she did not want to take him up on that can of soup he was offering. ” We can do whatever you’d like my dear,” Abby smiled. She liked that she got to chose. ”Well what kind of person would I be if I turned down a perfectly good video game? She replied with a smile. Abby couldn’t even remember the last time she ever played a video game. It had to be a while ago, if ever. She never really had time when she busied herself with other things. Like drinking. So, when Boss offered her a drink and ran into the kitchen, she walked over to the couch and took a seat and adjusted her tank top before answering him.

“Got any wine? Or maybe a beer? Or really any other kind of alcohol you have would be fine. Abby said with a smile. Drinking was the underage girls favorite past time. She knew she shouldn’t get so hooked on it when she was still so young, but it really just made everything a little bit more fun and exciting. She could stop when ever she wanted to. Abby never used to get away from her problems, or made it as an excuse. It was just something she liked to do. And there was really nothing wrong with that. She knew she sounded like a raving alcoholic right now, drinking this early, but she couldn't care less. It was her life and she was going to live it how ever she wanted to. And she was not going to let anyone tell her any differently.

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[Boston Caleb Reid]

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A lot of things came easily to Boss. Music, parties, knowing what to say when someone asked how wasted he was when they could barely stand themselves. He had made a life out of fitting in, till everyone could see him as the guy who had everything under control. Who was always smiling because he never had to try, this was what he was meant to be doing. And, to be fair, it was. Boss was very good at going with the flow, of going along for the ride with everyone else. But that was when he was surrounded by a crowd of people, when he had Annie and Denny around to help keep the peace if need be. If you took it all away, if you managed to get young Boston on his own, then you got someone out of his element. Which was what Abby had managed to do, or what Boss had let her do. It was probably more his fault that being alone with her made he slightly nervous. Not in the bad way like he was dreading something but the kind of nervous that was exciting. Like a static energy filling all the space around you so that even the tiniest detail seem important. That, with any luck, you might figure out whats going on before it actually happens.

Because liking someone, really actually liking them beyond just good friends was not one of the things that came easily to Boss. He was either too soon or too late. Falling all over the idea of wanting to be with someone without knowing the first thing about them or pushing people away when he got scared. The boy usually suffered from the first option, as he would often be struck with a somewhat profound sense of loneliness and meet someone that day that he thought might fix the problem. And more than once this had blown up in his face. Given the opportunity, it was likely to happen again in his life time. But Abby wasn't someone new, not a stranger off the street with a pretty face. Abby mattered, and that meant no messing around. Boss didn't want to be the one to ruin what they all had going, Annie and Denny and all of them. The group worked, it gave them something stable to hold on to. Which was comforting, something Boss had a feeling the other three lacked else where in their lives just as much as he did. Boss couldn't make Annie pick between him and Abby should he once again change his mind about an actual relationship. He couldn't tell the girl sitting on his couch that she would have to find some other show to go to cause there was no way he could play if she was standing in the crowd. The boy couldn't do that because he already knew they were things that would hurt Abby.

There were really only two options, take a leap of faith or stay right where you are. Boss was happy with what he had, could get by with just that if he had to. It was enough for him, it was safe and wasn't upsetting anyone. But that would mean ignoring that deep down he liked the idea of Abby being hidden like a treasure in the sea of faces he couldn't sea from the lights of a stage. That even when she seemed more wrapped up in her own thoughts than in anything he could be saying, there was a happy calm that came with just being able to watch her in the mean time. For all the reasons Boss had to wish he never thought about what it might be like if Abby coming over alone wasn't out of the ordinary, he had two more for why it might be just what he needed. Which left him stuck with the possibility of a leap of faith.

Which he tried not to think about, as it only put him on edge to consider the idea that his carefree life could suddenly matter so much more to someone else. How anyone managed to actually fall in love was beyond him, Boss had yet to find that kind of storybook romance his parents always use to brag about having. Not that he was really looking, or putting any kind of effort into the concept of the future. It was too daunting a task, to try and put himself five years down the road in his mind. Even any feelings he had for Abby had been an accident. The kind of thing that happened when you were around them all the time, when you could see what she was like without feeling any pressure to make a move. To never notice until it was too late that she was stuck in your head permanently. And that there was very little you could do to change it.

" Well you're the boss, " he told her grinning to himself when she let him know that any sort of alcohol would do, not really being surprised by this request. If he was in her place, Boston probably would have said the same thing. Out of habit mostly, when did any of them ever drink something with zero alcohol content? His own fridge didn't offer much food wise unless you counted the various take out restaurants that Boss frequented and bought too much from each time. But alcohol he could do, there was never any shortage of that since any quests he had were likely to clean him out in a single night if he wasn't careful. Luckily, they didn't happen to be big wine drinkers. Neither was Boss for that matter, but not because he didn't like it, simply because he never thought to buy any himself. The only reason there was any in the house at all was because he'd kept the one his parents had given him, a month or so before for his birthday, in case he was ever in a situation that might require something better than beers. This was probably as close to that as Boss was going to get.

" Seems like you're in luck," Boss said after prying the bottle open as he grabbed glasses and heading back into the living. " May never see one of these in here again, so enjoy it while you can," he mock warned her after sitting down beside her as he poured the stuff into the glasses, perhaps pouring more than the standard amount but figuring Abby wouldn't complain about it. " Now, the question is what do you feel like being crushed at," he asked before hopping off the couch and pulling out the different video games he cared enough about to put away. " Any thing that tickles you fancy, " he added with a shrug before taking a sip from his own drink. The boy was typical in the sense that he bought any new video game that came on the market so long as it was either violent, gory or related to music in some way. Something his family use to think was an unhealthy obsession but Boss only ever played them when there was nothing better to do. Which was rare, seeing as he was pretty good at entertaining himself even if it just meant going on another walk. The games were the kind of thing he bought like other people might buy home gym equipment. With the best intentions of actually using the thing, but forgetting about it entirely in a week.

" To be fair though, I think I'm pretty decent at the guitar one," the boy pointed out with the familiar grin never leaving his face, looking back over to where Abby was sitting to get some idea as to what she was thinking. What they did didn't really matter that much to him, Boss wasn't hard to please when it came to having company. Plus he doubted this was really an opportunity to display any kind of skill he had or lacked in any of the games. Just something to do, perfectly normal for other people. Just not Boss, who found it a lot harder to be his normal charming self when he was worried about boring her to the point when she just went back home. Maybe that was why Annie and Denny were there, to make up for the things Boss might be lacking when it came to Abby. Hopefully not because it didn't seem likely that Boss could convince the other two to hang out as often as he'd need to match the time he'd like to be spending around Abby.

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Abby couldn't help but listen to the thoughts running though Boss's mind. She was happy that he felt the same way about their relationship, or lack there of. But it also made her a little irritated. She was never a very decisive person and had trouble making the small decisions, normally she could handle the big ones because she always knew exactly what she wanted out of life. But this was to big. This decision involved other people. That was one factor she was not used to. But from the looks of it, Boss seemed to really like her. At least one of them was a little bit more decisive. Abby on the other hand was still trying to make up her mind about everything. And she knew she should do it soon. And she was going to make up her mind before she left his house tonight. And she would she was going to promise herself this much. And if she wasn't going to be for herself, then she could mentally promise Boss. Even if she didn't know what was going on in her mind she knew exactly what was going on in his.

Abby tried to stop listing to Boss's mind, but there still sounded like there was another person always talking to her. But she was so used to it by now it hardly ever phased her, unless someone thought her name. Then she had a problem paying attention, but she was still working on it. She finally tuned back into the real world just in time to hear Boss's comment, "Well you're the boss." Abby laughed. "Haha you're so punny. Abby normally hated puns, but Boss had a knack for making the girl laugh. Sometimes he may not have even meant it, but they would still make her laugh. "Seems like you're in luck," Boss said. she heard the bottle of wine open in the kitchen. She then heard the glasses and saw Boss coming back into the living room. "May never see one of these in here again, so enjoy it while you can," Abby knew he was talking about the wine. And she also knew where it was from. She saw how much he loved his parents. How they were good parents and how much they were in love. And from the looks of it, it sounded like they had the perfect fairytale love. She liked that this was the special occasion he was using the wine for. Made her feel a little bit more special and made the decision. She watched as he sat down and poured the wine into the glasses. There was a little much in the glasses but that was how Abby liked it.

"Now, the question is what do you feel like being crushed at," He asked before hopping off the couch and pulling out the different video games. And Abby watched him all the while. She really couldn't take her eyes off of him. "Well my love, what do you have to play?" She asked. "Any thing that tickles you fancy," Abby smiled. She had no idea what the new or even the old video games that were out. She was pretty sure that the last thing she played was a nintendo sixty-four.

Abby got off the couch and crawled over next to Boss sitting on the ground. She was a little over whelmed by the selection she had in front of her. There were so many and she had no idea how to play any of them. "To be fair though, I think I'm pretty decent at the guitar one," She heard Boss say to her. He looked back at her and she looked back into his beautiful green eyes, that she loved so much. "Alright, I haven't heard of any of those other games, so let's go for it. Abby said with a little laugh. She then realized that she had no idea how to play the game she had just picked out. "But, you do know that I don't know how to play this right? So, this means you are going to have to teach me how. Abby said with a devious smile. She knew that she needed to play a guitar type thing, which (at least she hoped) mean that Boss was going to have to stand behind her and help her out.

Abby reached over and took a nice big swig of her wine. If she was going to do this, she was going to need a little bit more alcohol in her system. This decision that she was going to make was getting easier and easier by the second. She liked Boss more than she thought she had. And it was nice. Still a tad bit troubled because she was so sure that with love came pain. And pain was not something she was looking for. She would have much rather go though life without ever having to feel pain. But that was the cowards way out. And she could not go though life without feeling pain. She knew she was going to have to at some point. Besides, she knew that if she never felt pain she would not be able to grow stronger as a person. She had certainly been though enough pain as a little girl. With her dad always gone with secretary or other co-works half his age, and her mom beating her, even though she was really pissed at Abby's dad, not her.

After running away from home was her way to protect herself. She was sure that was the way out of having to deal with pain. But now she was growing up and learning lessons that needed to be learned, she knew that there was no way to avoid pain. So she would rather have to deal with that pain she could handle now, with her friends, than later, when the situation may change and she could miss out. And missing out was one of the things she promised herself that she could not do. She was done missing out on chances and not having fun. She was going to make the most of her life. She missed out on her whole childhood so now was her time to make up for it. So now was her time. Here with Boss was her time. She was having a great time and she was happy to be with him.

Abby guessed that she came up with her answer a lot earlier than she had expected. So now she could have fun and now have to worry about making this choice. Now she could do what she could to have Boss have the same opinion as she did.

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Boss was beginning to think that maybe it was the accidents in life that mattered a lot more than the things that you had intended to do. What had the plans Boss had made ever amounted to? If everything had gone the way it was suppose to, he would probably be living down the street from his parents and working in the cubicle across from his dad doing someone else's taxes. What he was doing now was as far as possible from what he'd been told to expect his entire life. However, those plans had been shaped by his parents, by a family he had since become almost entirely separate from. And deep down, they weren't really what he wanted anymore. There had just been a time when Boss thought that having all those things meant that everything else was bound to fall into place and you would be set for life. Which he now knew was far from the case, his own parents being a perfect example of what happens when you forget you can't always be the one in control. You were just asking for someone or something to remind you.

So he gave up on the old dreams, simply let the opportunities pass him by without so much as blinking. Just how easy it was to let go of such a big life plan would probably surprise most people. But when you didn't believe in it anymore, it didn't hurt nearly as much. So instead, Boss found a new direction. Or found Annie and Denny, which was good enough for him. The boy didn't necessarily need the world tours and sold out football stadiums to make him happy. He liked the clubs that they played at, and what they did manage to make paid for all the expenses he had. Which was mostly rent and take out food but still. There were people out there looking for a raise or a promotion because it meant they would finally have everything they'd ever hoped for. Boss didn't have to worry about things like monthly sales and wouldn't change that for the world. His lack of plans had worked out well so far. He got to try the music thing, he met the people who were now his closest friends. And then there was Abby, who he'd found in the middle of it all. A very lucky accident in his opinion.

" Thanks, I work on those ones everyday, you know, just in case," he said with a laugh after noticing the pun he hadn't given any thought to making. This wasn't really anything new, Boss often failed to miss things like that. It often lead people to believe he was a lot funnier than he actually thought he was most of the time. Maybe that was just what made certain people funny. If they were trying to deliver the perfect punchline or if they were just being themselves. Just happening to stumble across being funny. That was the case more often than not with Boss, he wasn't going around acting like he was living a stand up comedy routine all the time. Abby just made an easy comfort zone for his genuine personality to show through, for it to be safe to say things without completely analyzing them before hand for how they might be interpreted. It was a nice change really. Boss had been doubting his one on one skills for a long time. Maybe before Tyler left but certainly after that. When the idea that the things he said might make people leave occurred to him.

Granted part of what made talking to Abby so easy might be that usually there weren't too many questions asked between the two of them. At least about anything that happened before Drawing Blanks. Which would probably sound stupid if he ever told anyone that out loud. It was weird to be happy about something like not talking. But Boss was. He liked that nothing Abby thought about him had to be based off of where he'd come from. That they could all have been lost before but now there was nothing to worry about because they'd found a spot in the world that they fit into. Parts of Boss were made up of the past, of whatever was floating around in his head that he didn't never felt like talking about. On a whole, however, where he was now mattered much more. Because the past had been what forced him to move on and rebuild else where.

As for any secrets Abby had in comparison, he didn't give nearly as much thought to. There wasn't a lot he could do about them at the moment, other than point blank ask but that very rarely worked with anyone. And there was nothing about her that made him terribly suspicious, which had to count for something. If that excuse didn't work then maybe he'd try the love is blind one next. " Alright then, a quick lesson for someone so horribly out of the know," Boss told her while quickly putting the game disc in and grabbing the guitar controller from where he left it leaning against the side of the television. " Put this on then, and be aware that not everyone can be as naturally talented as I am," he said with a smile, helping to put the controller's strap over Abby's head when she probably didn't actually need him to. Any reason he could find, necessary or not, to cross the usual gap of space between them was good enough for Boss. It was much easier to go along with the idea of merely helping her than to actually say why he felt the need to do it. Much less explaining for option one any way. Nothing could be going on so long as you kept telling yourself so.

" Right then, you're already looking like a professional," he said stepping back and looking her over quickly before having more of his drink to give himself something to focus on that wasn't Abby for at least a few seconds. Not that it really worked, since drinking wine wasn't something he'd do if it had been Denny standing so close by him. That and he didn't usually need to find something to distract himself with because he wasn't usually worrying about things like eye contact. Then again, there were obviously a lot of things that he found he did only around Abby like he'd just been waiting for her to show up in his life one day. A weird thought but not one that really scared him. It was just the truth. To some degree, part of him was already something entirely Abby's as she was the only one who made his train of thought go this haywire. And Boss didn't have any problem with that at the moment, whether it was the wine that made him feel that way or not. It was a fact that liking the girl wasn't something he would have planned given the chance. It was entirely too risky when you just thought about it metaphorically. But it was also a fact that he found himself stuck in that very situation. That there was nothing scary about the idea of liking someone, when you got right down to it. Abby wasn't what scared him, not the girl herself or the smile she had when she'd asked for help. What scared him was the possibility that it might not always be like this.

That was something that people did to stop themselves from jumping into anything too quickly. They thought of all the ways it could go wrong, could blow up in they're faces and things would never be as good as they use to be. That one person could make everyone else seem not good enough. But there were at least as many ways that it could be everything you'd hoped it would. That you wouldn't need to ever think about anyone else ever again. " Well, the first thing you're going to need to do is get your hands right," he said with a quick nod as if he had to agree with himself on this before acting. Stepping behind her carefully, he grabbed onto one of her hands, gently moving the fingers over the different colored buttons before placing the other hand over the plastic tab meant for the fake strumming. Something rather hard to do while also trying to ignore the virtual lack of any personal space this created. Which he was failing horribly at.

" Easy as that," he muttered, pressing down lightly on her fingers as the notes of the song popped up onto the screen. This was probably when it would have been right to back away to let her try on her own. But it was almost impossible to remember any reason for why he should want to do that. Other than what was right in front of him, his mind was pretty blank.

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Abby basically downed the rest of her wine before she got ready to play this guitar game. If she was going to play this game with Boss, then she was going to do it right. Buzzed on wine and the sent of Boss. She had a lot of emotions running though her right now and she wasn't sure how well she was going to handle it all. Not only did she have her thoughts running through her head but she also had Boss's. And with him having issues sorting everything out and her, well being Abby. She was kind of screwed between the two. There were days where she just wanted to get out of her head. Get out of her head and everyone else's. To just have some peace for once. But her mind was always running wild and she was never far enough away from everyone else that she could just stop thinking. Stop thinking about everything and anything. There was to much for her to keep up with. Not only was she forced to deal with her shit, but in some strange way she was also forced to deal with every one else's to. And she knew she didn't have to, and when there were people she didn't know, she tried not to get involved. But then there were some, where she just couldn't help herself.

She could hear one girl's thought about suicide, and Abby couldn't help but get involved. She went over and told her that she wasn't alone and not do to anything rash before she did something that you can't reverse. Yeah she got a weird look from the girl, but it was better than knowing about someone like that and not doing anything about it. Abby was scared for her life though. Because when it came to mind reading, she could also feel others emotions, and sometimes, their emotions and her emotions got tangled up. Abby was depressed and even had suicidal thoughts after meeting that girl for about a week. Because when Abby meet someone, that left a mark on her. No matter how insignificant they are, or how short of a time she knew them for. That was just another reason for Abby not to get involve, and how she wish she couldn't read minds and emotions.

So, knowing Boss's emotions and having Abby kind of getting buzzed, she wasn't sure how she felt. "Alright then, a quick lesson for someone so horribly out of the know," Boss told her while quickly putting the game disc in and grabbing the guitar controller from the side of the television. " Put this on then, and be aware that not everyone can be as naturally talented as I am," he said with a smile. Abby smiled back. She couldn't help but smile at Boss. He was just so attractive. "well we all can't be perfect like you are, now can we?" Abby said with a giggle. So, when Boss put the strap of the guitar over Abby's shoulder she was sure that she had an idea of how she felt. She felt his hand graze over her and she helped him put the strap over her head. All she wanted to do was reach up on her toes and kiss him. With every muscle in her body she wanted to kiss him. "Right then, you're already looking like a professional." Abby heard Boss say. And she tried to restrain herself. She was going to try and be good. She watched as he looked her over, and heard what he thought of her. She was glad to know that the whole "thoughts going haywire" was not just her. Because she was pretty sure it wasn't just the wine that made her feel this drunk. And this feeling just kind of came on all of the sudden.

Abby grabbed the neck of the guitar and looked down to examine it. She could see the five different colors and didn't even understand how her fingers were supposed to reach them all. This game looked very confusing. Why where there so many colors? And a strumming thing? And what was the silver thing sticking out? What the hell was this? Thankfully Boss came up behind her. "Well, the first thing you're going to need to do is get your hands right." Boss said her her. "Right? I have no idea what I am doing, just so you know." Abby felt Boss's hands slide over hers. They were rough from all the guitar playing. Very calloused hands. But they didn't feel weird against Abby's skin. She thought they felt nice. In control like he knew what he was doing. She turned her head to look at him, but quickly turned back around in time to see the song come on the screen. She could feel Boss pressing down on her fingers in time with the song with his left hand. And with his right strumming with each note as the song went on.

Abby was pretty sure that she would have freaked out at first and just started pressing anything her fingers could press down on, but Boss was there. His fingers guiding hers with what to do. She could feel him pushed up behind her. "Easy as that." Boss whispered in her ear. Abby got the chills run down her back and almost shrived violently against him. She she held back. But only for a second before she turned all the way around, most likely surprising the boy, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. She smashed her face into his and kissed with with everything she had. She ran her hands through his hair and kissed him. Seconds later she pulled back. "Sorry, was that okay?" Abby asked. She wasn't really sure why she asked a question like that. But she wanted to make sure that she wasn't forcing herself on him. Even if his mind said one thing to her. Sometimes the mouth said something very different. And after so many years of dealing with that, she had learned her lesson the hard way.

Abby didn't wait to long for an answer from him before she was kissing his neck and moving back to his lips. She had passion running through her veins and hoped that Boss wouldn't reject her anytime soon. She was much to high to come back down so soon.

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[Boston Caleb Reid]

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No regrets. Something that people said to one another before going off on some great risky adventure together. Something that you said after the fact, when it was too late to change what had already happened so there was no sense dwelling on it. Overall, a hopeful expression, like things were always looking up. Also an expression that Boss hated. The boy thought what you learned the most from was your regrets, the painful mistakes that make you never want to do the same thing again. The flesh memory that if you keep going down this road, you're going to meet the same dead end. Boss saw a lot of hope in the regrets he had, with all the time he spent alone to look them over again and again. It meant he was learning something from all of it, that the darkest situations he had ever been a part of still had a spot of light in them. He didn't have many, regrets that is. But it wasn't because he was saint like, or holier than thou in any way. Boss failed to go to church even on Christmas or Easter. It was because Boss found himself rather boring. Dull, predictable, whatever you wanted to call it. Boss was uneventful, his life was uneventful. He was one of those people who filled up their time with things you wouldn't remember doing in a week, all the little errands and places you wanted to do or see that never amounted to anything. Boss didn't sit around in his house all day wallowing in self pity, but there were moments when he thought he might as well be.

Because if you were to ask him who he was, he'd give you the typical rehearsed answer. Boston Reid from Boston the city in this band you might have heard of. He wasn't sure what to say beyond that. That he particularly enjoyed Thai food, that he could tell you five different ways to get downtown without pausing to look at any kind of map, that the most traumatic thing that had ever happened to him hadn't even been something he did. A lot of the things that defined Boss were merely things associated with him. The band, Tyler, his parents. Most of the time he didn't think anything of it. Most of the time he was happy with the way he had set things up, even if it had been by accident. Off stage, no one expected much of anything from him. Existing was easy, living was one hell of an uphill battle. That was what Boss regretted. The moment when he had accepted becoming invisible. When what happened next just didn't matter to him any more. It made Boss sound like a real asshole.

It wasn't something he imagined anyone did on purpose, no one consciously decided to watch life go on from the sidelines. Boss knew that now, knew perfectly well why everyone always told him that he ought to get out more and make some new actual friends. It was because the view from the sidelines sucked. You could be as happy as you wanted and it still wouldn't mean anything. People on the sidelines never meant anything. So Boss was trying to stop being entirely about himself, was trying really hard to get over the gut feeling that he didn't expect anyone to stick around. The boy was good at no longer getting his hopes, it was something he was working on trying to fix. Abby was a good first step to wards that, or a good first step beyond Annie and Denny. Whom he absolutely loved, but like the brother and sister he wished he had had. Being around them was easy, carefree and safe.

Being around Abby was exciting, something entirely new that he wanted desperately to know completely. The kind of thrill he suspected other people got from jumping out of airplanes or driving cars at a thousand miles per hour. Something big enough to knock you off your feet and make you wonder why you didn't see it coming in the first place. Who did he see himself with, if not Abby? Not one other face came to mind when it came to the possibility of being with someone, of starting a relationship without deciding how to end it in the same breath. It had to be Abby. If not because he couldn't imagine it being anyone else, then because he didn't want it to be. " Well we all can't be perfect like you are, now can we?," Boss heard her say with the somewhat girly giggle he didn't hear nearly enough from Abby. " No, but some people sure do get close," he pointed out in a most matter of fact way but with the soft tone that maybe Abby didn't hear nearly enough from him.

To be fair though, there weren't many people who saw any softer side to Boston. They saw stage presence, confidence that seemed to come only when he was too absorbed in what they were playing to notice. And it wasn't like he'd had a massive string of relationships to prove that there was a romantic bone in his body. Abby probably wouldn't remember a single girl Boss so much as went on a date with. Which would be because he didn't like to go on all those pointless dates that he got set up on or talked into. Under pressure, he sucked at small talk and never seemed to live up to the rock star dream those girls had built up in their heads. As if he was going to order from the top shelf at the bar or drop half a million in one night. It was a hard fantasy to live up to, so Boss stopped showing up. And his dating life came to a screeching halt before he became one of those guys everyone just assumed wanted to be thought of as a bachelor. That it wasn't a lack of available women, it was a lack of any suitable ones. Now that he thought about it, maybe that was true. He spent a lot of the nights after shows with Abby, and compared to her what chance did any other girls have? " If you don't know what you're doing, then I'll help," he said with his usual grin, briefly marveling at the events that had led up to his rough hands covering her tiny soft ones. At the opposites found in two people the same in so many other ways.

So surprised wasn't the word Boss would have picked when Abby whipped around to kiss him with more force than he ever would have expected out of the girl. Maybe shocked, ecstatic, overjoyed, overwhelmed. Maybe all of them. Boss didn't know, couldn't figure it out. So he decided to try that leap of faith thing and just follow her lead, holding onto her tightly while some of the built up frustration from being so close but so far away from her found a way out when he kissed her back. Unfortunately, what was probably the best thing to ever happen to Boss as far back as his memory went was also one of the shortest. It went against every basic instinct in him to let her pull away, to even somewhat risk the chance of never getting her back. " Was that okay? Love, you're a whole hell of a lot better than okay," Boss told her while trying not to laugh at the question that sounded so ridiculous to him. A bit late to worry that he was going to shove her off the second she made any move in his direction. But Boss could understand the nervousness over whether this was alright, after all he was the one who was still some what waiting for her to run the other way.

" You're definitely going to lose that game though," he added though the boy didn't actually look away from her to the television to confirm that, and the feeling of her on his neck made him forget about the thought entirely. The kisses instantly made his skin feel twenty degrees warmer. So he let her go just long enough to pull the controller off and drop it on the floor with zero thought before pulling her back in because all the seconds he spent not kissing her suddenly felt like a huge waste of time. Why wait around when he had finally been given permission to do what he'd been dying to do for so long. Boss would much rather explore areas that personal space and morality hadn't let him before, tracing his hands over her sides and back as if he were trying to get every detail to add to his idea of Abby. That and he already liked reminding himself that this was something that was actually happening. Not simply made up in his head.

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Abby had no clue what she was getting herself into. She was just kind of going out on a limb and going with her emotions. And this was not a rare thing for her. She always went with her heart and emotions, never taking into consideration her head. Which did sometimes work and give her some good ideas, not that she listened to it. Her subconscious would tell her one thing and her emotions another, pulling her in different directions until she gave into her emotions. They always won the battle. Everything she did, there was hardly any thought put behind it. And she knew better than to involve people like Boss. He was sweet and had no idea the amount of shit Abby was going though. But her emotions won her over. They tantalized the idea of love right in front of her face. How could she say no. It was something she wanted so badly. Even if she couldn't admit it to herself, or to anyone else, and convinced herself that she could go her whole life without love, there is was and she went for it.

The same thing happened when she was only a freshman in high school. She was new as a small freshie and only had one other friend. They went to all the cool parties together, drank, smoked, and just had fun. At one party about half way through the school year, Abby was to drunk to realize that the senior she was talking to was only trying to get in her pants. So one thing kind of led to another. But she wouldn't go all the way with him. So he said that he loved her. Abby was scared that he meant it, but knew seconds later saw what he was really getting at. His mind was in a much different place. She knew he would never talk to her again after tonight. So, Abby gave in. She was drunk and didn't care. She wanted something else to worry about for once. She didn't want to have to think about her mom, who was waiting at home for her. She was done with all the psychical pain. She didn't want to be lashed out at when her dumb ass dad didn't care to show up because he was to busy with some other woman. So she said yes. Didn't care what he did to her or where he was going to be in the morning. She was fourteen and lost her virginity.

Abby couldn't say she regretted it. At the time she was drunk and wasn't in the right state of mind. And for those minutes she was with the football player, who's name she never even bothered to learn, she was happy. She knew it was stupid. But if there was one thing in life that Abby would never do, it would be regret. She never regretted a single thing she did. She couldn't because if she didn't do even one of those small things then she wouldn't have ended up where she was right now. And from the looks of it, she was happy there. Of course there were many many more guys after her first time. Drunken guys at the other parties she went to, or at the clubs, or where ever else she got drunk. She didn't care. It was her body and she was going to do what she wanted with it. It gave her control over something. And if she couldn't control anything else that went on in her life, then she was going to control where she was going to wake up in the morning.

Here, with Boss, was different though. He was someone that would be there in the morning. Call her back when she called and possibly be in her life for as long as she would allow. Ge was a the greatest guy she could find, and that was probably out there. Abby really wasn't used to that kind of thing though. One night stands was kind of her thing. But Boss couldn't be another one of those flings. He had to be different. And she knew he was. Because deep down she was falling in love him him. And even though it scared her more than death itself, she knew she was okay with it.

Abby's head was spinning a little after the kiss and almost couldn't get all of her words out, but was happy with Boss's response "Was that okay? Love, you're a whole hell of a lot better than okay," She smiled and gave a little giggle before going back to kissing him. His neck. His cheek. Then, his lips. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get enough of him. She could feel him kissing her back and she was filled with warmth. She ran her hands through his hair before moving down to the ends of his shirt. She slowly slipped her hands under and felt his bare skin. Warm and soft against her fingers. She ran her nails against him. She felt him pull away and was kind of confused. "You're definitely going to lose that game though," She heard him say before slipping the strap over her head. She let out a giggle. The guitar game was more or less the last thing on her mind at his point.

Without the guitar there she was pressed completely against him. He smelled like her favorite kind of guy. She couldn't pick out the sent, but it filled her nose and she was happy. It was the scent of Boss and she knew it well. Her hands drifted back to the ends of his shirt. Her hands back underneath it roaming his back. She grabbed the ends of it and lifted it over his head and quickly and gently as she could. And there he was. No shirt on and stand in front of her. She held onto his back and kissed his collar bone. Moving back up kiss by kiss to his lips. She hesitated right in front of them. Not even centimeters away. She was breathing heavily and scared to make the next move. She could feel his breath on her lips and his hands on her body. She didn't know why she got scared. There were a thousand and one things going thought her head at that second. But Boss managed to over whelm her.

Finally after only seconds of thinking, she lightly touched her lips to his. Building up the kiss she had been waited for her whole life. Abby was truly happy here and didn't want to stop anytime soon.

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Boss was a thinker. Had been for ages, couldn't help it. Once upon a time, he had been the kind of person who was happy to believe that all his gut feelings were right and that the tiny voices in his head were nothing to be concerned about. But, for the most part, that was something he had grown out of. He had put a lot more trust in facts, rather than notions. Just saw the whole world as black and white, cut and dry. This is the way things are and theres nothing you can do about it. It wasn't the way his parents had meant for him to be, but a lot of what they did were things they never meant to have happen. So they shouldn't have been surprised when their son started to be a bit more skeptic. When there was nothing that didn't change on you, you couldn't help but wonder what to believe in. So his brain was always working on ten different ideas at once. Recently, however, there had been the slightest shift towards going along with what his rather unexperienced heart told him to do. Which wasn't the easiest thing in the world, but it was the trying that mattered he figured. Boss was an optimist, deep down he was. But it was hard to remember to look for the best in people when they seemed so dead set on showing you their very worst.

It was that way for a lot of people though, so much so that Boss thought that maybe it ought to be put into all those books about growing up. The world had a way of turning everyone into cynics over time. If you weren't careful, you might forget that you didn't have to listen to what they told you. That maybe there was a way that defied logic, that didn't make sense but you couldn't change how certain you were about it. Like when you felt you'd found your way back home when you'd never been to that particular place before. Boss hoped there were things that he couldn't figure out, couldn't put a name to. That there were still things out there that could take your breath away or make you catch your breath when you saw it. So maybe he was hoping the world would prove him wrong, would prove that following your heart didn't have to been running yourself off a cliff.

He liked that Abby had this kind of promise in her, being so different from anyone that his mind might have told him to pick. Boss didn't go after anyone to start, but any day dreams he might have had before meeting Abby had not been filled with imaginary photographers. They'd have been terribly average. Simple, plain and easy to understand. That was what his mind was after, the kind of girl that was best suited for the boy who was usually too scared of anything else to even consider an alternative. But Abby wasn't a choice coming from Boss's head. Abby belonged entirely to his heart, which was the only reason he was standing where he was now with the same heart pounding like it was trying to leap out of his chest. Which had to be a good sign since he couldn't remember the last time anyone had affected his heart rate. Or if anyone had to the same extent. Whether Abby would believe that if he told her so was a different story. Boss knew it sounded crazy, or that it would sound crazy if he went around telling people how few times before now he'd found himself in this kind of situation. Most people equated the whole band thing with drinking, drugs and sex. Boss was the exception to the rule, the reason you got told that the only thing everyone had in common was breathing. Because Boss didn't go around sleeping with anything in a skirt. Didn't sleep with anyone at all in fact. And never had.

Not that it was something Boss had purposely meant to do. It was the kind of thing that had just gotten out of his control. A teenage Boss had been very angry with the world, with what happened with Tyler and what happened afterwords. He never got swept up in the burst of hormones that made girls the only thing any of his friends could think about. Boston had been too wrapped up in his own world to be worried about what the bigger one might think of him if he didn't try to get with at least a few of the drunk girls at the parties. And evidentially still was since that was something he had yet to do at twenty two. At some point it had just become easier to avoid the subject altogether, to never give a straight answer when someone asked about it. Boss had let the whole thing get bigger than he would have liked, let the lost time simply add pressure to get on with it. Then he met Annie and Denny, and Drawing Blanks became a get out of jail free card. Because it was obvious that there was no way that guy was a virgin, he was in a band after all. And Boss had his way of dealing with yet another accidental secret. By not dealing with it. Which had worked fairly well until now.

It wasn't that he was ashamed of how things had played out for him, wasn't like he couldn't live with the embarrassment of it all. What Boss hated about it was that it meant once again not meeting the expectations people set for him. That any girl would just feel disappointed when they found out, cheated out of whatever it was they thought they were signing up for. Another reason for the lack of desire to date anyone to add to Boston's growing list. But then there was Abby. Who made all his previously brilliant reason seem like really stupid excuses. Who he didn't want to just walk away from. Who he didn't think he could walk away from even if that had been what he did with any other girl. Boss didn't put Abby in the same category as any other girl because she meant a lot more than they had. Hiding was harder to do when you'd already been found by the one person you were hoping would look. He didn't want to start lying to Abby over something like this. This wasn't worth it and staying with her was.

But it was kind of hard to find the right time to bring it up. Boss didn't want to just push her off of him like the feeling of her hands on his bare skin had burned him or something. It was impossible to imagine a time when he would want to put the distance back between them. Forget about Annie, Denny, the band or anything beyond his front door. Boss wanted to just stay there, exactly like this. So it seemed unfair to have to tell her anything that might ruin everything. That might make the rest of the world come flooding back in so soon. The boy just wanted to stay pressed against her for as long as possible as if the warmth of her touch might just be the only thing keeping him alive. But the universe didn't work in his favor, making him let her go long enough to pull his shirt off without any argument on his part. This may have ruined the illusion of never letting her go but it was nice to get the peace of mind that came with knowing she'd come back again.

The tiny kisses would be the death of him, would take away any breath that might have been used to let her in on the first of many secrets stored in the back of Boss's mind. The hesitation when she finally made her way back to his face, with the smell of the wine in her breath mixing with the lovely smell of Abby herself, made him tighten his grip the slightest bit on the small of her back while reminding him that you didn't get all the good things in life for free. They came with the things you didn't want to do and with the words you didn't want to have to say. That it wasn't going to work if he tried to pretend there was nothing going on that he ought to tell Abby about. Boss should already know that, it ought to be etched into every pore on his by now. It was a lesson his family had taught him with some of that parental advice that you only got when you listened when they didn't think you were. Boss could hold onto her as tightly as he wanted but it didn't mean he was the one in control.

So he softly kissed her back when she let him, forcing himself to pull away after only a few moments that couldn't stretch into lifetimes despite how much he wished they would. Using one hand to brush her hair off her face gently as the right way to say what he wanted to hadn't completely formed yet, though he was struck by the idea that this loving gesture could be seen as a contradiction to what he was going to tell her. That she was the only person to see any kind of loving gesture out of him. " Look, Abby your absolutely fantastic just so you know but uh, I've never done anything like umm this with anyone before," he admitted, putting particular emphasis on the word this to try and get his point across without actually saying the word virgin out loud. Even someone like Boss couldn't help but have a streak of pride in them even at times like this. So he kept his inexperience simply implied, as if that meant anything at all in the long run.

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Abby kissed Boss like he was her life support. Like he was the only think that was keeping him alive. She felt his hands on the small of her back tighten. She kissed him with all of her heart. She didn't think and she didn't let Boss's mind intrude on her. She was going ignore every thought there was. She was going purely on instincts. She went with what her muscles and bones told her to do. She cleared her head as completely as she could and just went with what her body was telling her. The music playing in the background from the television, was a nice way to keep her head off of everything. She knew none of the notes were being hit and the song would die off, but right now she was happy it was still on. She was paying no attention to Boss's head or what he was thinking, just hoping it was heading in the same place hers already was. Abby didn't want to be in control anymore. She wanted Boss to take control of her and just do away with her. But she wasn't ready for that. Abby loved to be in control of everything she did. So for now she was going to be making the moves like she usually did. Even though she was waiting for Boss to take control of his and her body.

Abby kept kissing him until he her pulled back. She looked into his eyes and felt his hand brush her hair back from her face. She knew this is what being in love felt like. The feelings hadn't completely formed for him yet, but she knew that's where it was heading. She was so sure this is what it had to feel like. And Abby was happy with this feeling. Butterflies filled her stomach. But Abby couldn't find it in her to stop kissing him so she looked away from his eyes and kissed other parts of his body. Cheek, neck, collar bone, and all around in that area. Nibbling ever so slightly on his ear before kissing his neck again. "Look, Abby your absolutely fantastic just so you know but uh, I've never done anything like umm this with anyone before. The first part scared her and she didn't like where this was heading. So when he said that he had never done anything like this before, Abby thought he meant something along the lines of with someone he liked or something. But Abby didn't really think about it at all. "Okay, me either." Abby mumbled into his neck. She didn't really know why she said "me either", but for a second she thought it sounded better than just okay. So she went with it and didn't bother to try and clarify what he said.

She want back to kissing him and after a few moments pulled him over to the couch. And tried the best she could to keep her lips on him and she eased down onto the couch and pulling him on top of her. She could feel his body heat all around her and knew this was what love felt like, not being in love, but just loving someone. After all those nights at a bar, hanging out, and just being them, she knew she loved Boss. And for the first time she was even going to let herself fall in love with someone. Because with what started out as an innocent crush, was now something that Abby had no control over. And to be honest she was done fighting it. She was done telling herself not to fall in love with someone she obviously did.

The lines blurred and she couldn't tell where she started and where boss ended. It was bone crashing against bone, and the friction of skin against skin, and it was nice. Abby didn't want anything to change. Everything was perfect and she couldn't ask for anything better. Eventually she fell asleep in Boss's arms. Right where she thought she belonged.

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Some time that night Abby woke up and the thoughts all came flooding back to her. What she, or they, just did and how she was so happy to be in his arms. She looked over and saw that he was still sleeping. She snuggled back into his arms and just laid there. But something was bothering her. She couldn't quite pick it out. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She finally got what he was talking and thinking about when they were kissing. How could she not know? How could she not pay attention to all of those obvious signs? What the hell was wrong with her? She grabbed the sheet from around her and pulled it off the bed with her. She didn't care if she woke Boss up at this point, she just had to get out. She pulled on her shorts and the first shirt that she had her hands on. Which just happen to be one of Boss's. She didn't care. She stumbled out the door and ran. She didn't know where she was going but she had to get away.

When she was at the park by the house she fell into the grass. She screamed at the top of her lungs. She couldn't believe she just did that. He was her best friend. This wasn't supposed to happen like this. She should have stopped when he said something. She should have for once listened to what her head was saying. She should have looked at what he was talking about. Something, anything, but she didn't. She took all of his innocence and killed it. She was sick to her stomach and just wanted to puke. Abby was just disgusted with herself and what she did. What if he was saving it for someone he really loved? And then another thought came crashing into her. She lied to him. She didn't even mean to. He basically told her he had never done it and she said she hadn't either. And that was the biggest lie ever. She had done it thousands of times with different guys all over the place. She was a whore and knew it.

Abby put her head between her legs and tried to remember how to breath. She felt the tears in her eyes welling up until they spilled over. She cried and sat in the wet grass. Right then she wished the darkness around her would just consume her and eat her up. Do something with her. She didn't deserve to be here right now. Boss was one of the best guys in the world and Abby may have killed him. Everything in her told her to run. Run far away and never look back. She thought that she needed to feel as horrible and miserable as possible for what she did. She was honestly surprised that she wasn't struck by lighting right then and there. She feel back so the cold grass was all over her back. She wiped her eyes from the tears and tried to think about what to do. Because even though every thing in her told her to run, she didn't there was still something there keeping her from going against everything she had made herself to be. And she knew that thing was Boss.

Abby still wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she picked herself up and started walking back to Boss's house. There were millions of thoughts around her and she still felt sick, but she pushed on. She had to get back. He deserved so much better. Abby's first time was horrible. It hurt like hell and she was drunk off her ass. Most of that night she couldn't even remember. And the next morning she woke up to a cold bed. She couldn't let Boss do that. Couldn't let him see her gone like he was just another one of those guys. Because Boss was not just another guy. He was the guy she was falling in love with. His first time should have been perfect though. It should have been romantic and with that one girl he loved. He should have gotten to choose when and where and with who. But Abby did all of that for him. With all of this rage built up inside of her and just wanted to hit something. But sadly there was nothing around for her to lay in fist in. And Abby had never been a violent person, so she knew she shouldn't be starting now.

Finally she made it back to the house. She walked in and went back to his bedroom, which they had somehow ended up in, in between everything that had happened. She walked in and just spit out everything that he should have known before. Everything that was really to late to say, but she still felt like she needed to say it. "I am so sorry. This is all my fault. This never should have happened and I should have told you before and I should have told you everything. I should have said so much but never did. I freaked out. I was your first but you weren't mine. I know I kind of said you were going to be earlier, but I was confused and your not. I was fourteen and stupid. You mean so much more to me than every other time I have done it. I lived off of one night stands, but you have to be different. You are different. You were my first that meant something. Your the first guy I might actually be willing to love. Oh my god I am just so sorry." Abby said in a rush. She could feel the tears coming back to her eyes but she didn't move. She stood in at the end of the bed and waited for Boss to say something.

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Boss didn't know if he ought to keep finding himself surprised by the things that Abby said. It seemed like every time he felt certain about what was going to come out of her mouth next, the girl went in the complete opposite direction. Like he was playing some giant game of monkey in the middle and just trying to grab on to her before she flew off again. But, for the most part, all the surprises had been pleasant ones. An unlikely turn of events, the one in a million possibility that actually happened. So it was easy to just accept things when they happened, to take whatever miracle might have been handed to him without questioning why. Boss forgot about being a thinker, forgot about needing to ask her a whole bunch of questions to ease his troubled mind before making any sort of next mood. He was completely prepared to believe whatever she told him so long as it meant she'd stay. She didn't have to waste her time hoping his mind would follow her thinking, it was managing just fine on its own despite never choosing to venture down that particular road before. Boss just did what most normal people would do. Heard the answer he wanted to hear and ran with it. No explanation needed, he was happy with what he got.

He wasn't sure what it meant, this wanting to believe her regardless of what she said. Maybe it was just convenient to do so, went along with what he was hoping for in the end. Or maybe it was something people did when it came to people they loved. You just wanted whatever they said to be the truth. Boss didn't know, either option was new to him. That, and it was impossible to think straight when his whole body just kept urging him to pay attention solely to what Abby was doing and not on what she was saying. Ignore that completely, it wasn't as important right now. He didn't know if it would ever matter to him, whether Abby had slept with anyone before or not. It wasn't often that the boy ever thought about what she might be like when he wasn't around. That wasn't the Abby he knew, so he wasn't inclined to think about the fact that this other version of her might exist. So before didn't concern him, it was what happened after this that worried him a lot more. Other guys would be more of an issue for him then than they were right now. But he certainly wasn't going to bring that up right now, that would have made for even worse timing than he had already displayed today. " Alright then," were the only words he chose to use to convey that her answer was good enough. That they could pretend he'd never said anything.

Boss wasn't really freaking out about it, like he was sure he was suppose to be if he wanted to prove every movie he'd ever seen right. This felt right, and he couldn't picture himself stopping in case this wouldn't feel special enough when he looked back on it. Abby was what every cell that made up Boss wanted to stay with. He already knew how he felt, even if he told her so little about it. Even if she'd gotten angry with him for telling her right then about all this or gotten freaked out by some added pressure she thought was suddenly there, Boston wouldn't have changed his mind. You had to pick your battles and he saw something worth fighting for. So he accepted her direction over to the couch, this feeling like it was far from the first time he was pulled towards her. That was something that had been happening long before now.

Boss didn't know the first thing about love. Anything he thought he knew about it had gotten lost a long time ago. But he liked to think hope that this was something along the lines of love. He liked the feeling of being so mixed up with Abby that there was just one person there now. No more Abby and Boston, sorry to everyone else. They got lost somewhere between the body heat and previously unexplored skin. Perhaps they'd be back later.

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He ended up exactly where he wanted to, clinging onto her until his eyes finally gave in to the sleep that he rarely got as Boss would wake up at the crack of dawn for no reason and be unable to fall back asleep. A habit that couldn't be broken even if he'd only been sleeping for a few hours after getting home from a show. But it was peaceful right where they were, none of the worries about what would happen later on hadn't really sunk in. So he let his guard down, his brain still dizzy with Abby that sleep came easily. Which he didn't think anything of until the slam of a door brought reality back to him. For a second he was almost in denial, thinking that it was surely not Abby leaving. But in the same breath, he couldn't deny that there was no one there beside him and that no one else lived there to explain the closing door away. So any remaining desire to go back to sleep left him rather quickly to be replaced with the all too familiar feeling that he was currently being left behind. Again. Which he didn't want to let happen this time.

So he jumped out of the bed and put on a pair of pants with a speed and grace that might have made being an elf more obvious if anyone had been watching. Which unfortunately wasn't the case, even when he flew through the front door to try and catch some sign of the life that had just walked out on him. The night air made his choice of clothing, or lack there of, seem terribly stupid. Looking both ways up the street, it was obvious that no one around would appreciate or answer to him screaming bloody murder until Abby came back. But the burning desire to do so more than overpowered the cold stinging sensation that standing around was giving his still exposed skin. The actual cold didn't bother him, even the slightest bit normally. But compared to the warmth he had to leave for it, Boss was absolutely freezing. It was all connected though. Maybe if he hadn't let Abby in at all, had gone about his business as usual, then being alone wouldn't be so hard to accept. And he wouldn't want to wake up the whole neighborhood to let them know that they just missed something miraculous, like Abby was some falling star on her way to a place miles away in the time you had to blink.

Instead of that, Boss fell back on what he knew worked in situations like this. He tried to go blank, to let the anger and frustration that came with not understanding wash over him in waves until they might have always been there. Until his legs were willing to accept what his heart wasn't and take him back inside. Not that he was sure what good being inside would do him, it was just as unproductive as standing outside had been. Forced calm could get him moving but it failed to put any purpose behind the action. So he went with the first idea that came into his head, to clean up what Abby left behind. Boss picked up the wine glasses that were still on the coffee table from the night before, shaking hands betraying what chaos was currently spinning around in his head. Making him drop one of the glasses on the kitchen's tiled floor before making it to the sink. Swearing loudly to the house that failed to listen, he stooped to pick up as many of the shattered pieces as he could while trying to ignore the nagging curious idea of what else he might be able to break in one day. Certainly there had to be a limit for a single day.

Keeping a long line of whatever profanity came to mind spewing out of his mouth made him feel a bit better. As close as he would come to not bottling everything up. That was just what Boss did, the boy had never been shown a different way to deal with things like this. Moving was all that mattered, muttering darkly under his breath was more important than breathing, not thinking would be his new form of a heartbeat. But when his pacing around aimlessly brought him to the door of the bedroom, he instinctively grabbed on to the door frame. Sure that his knees would give out beneath him. But once he found himself still standing, he let out what might have been a sigh of defeat before walking over to flop back down on the bed that had been so unceremoniously vacated. Staring up at the ceiling, Boss tried to come up with a reason for what made Abby leave, but came up hopelessly blank. He wasn't sure what he'd done if he'd been sleeping when she left and things seemed fine before they'd fallen asleep. Then he worried about what Annie and Denny would hear about all this later on. If they would find out at all, or if this was the kind of thing the other couple would only ever be able to speculate about.

Boss didn't even know what he would say to Abby when and if he saw her again, let alone anyone else who might ask what happened. What did you say after something like this? Boss didn't have any idea. Thanks for everything? " Thanks for nothing," he said, quietly correcting himself out loud though saying this didn't make him feel better as he'd hoped. Even now he couldn't manage to make Abby out to be the bad guy. Boss was too aware of how untrue that was. The sound of footsteps made him jolt upright, sitting still for a moment before Abby came back in. And he could go back to having a heart and breathing like a normal human being. He watched her closely when the unexpected confession started spilling out of her. And being angry with her started to slip away from him, his quickly built up wall crumbling with every syllable she spoke. Boss didn't care about whether she had slept with other guys or if he was the first for her as well. He hadn't even remembered that part of her answer from the night before, had let slip everything after receiving the okay from her. It wasn't that big of a deal to him, the boy hadn't been saving himself for some perfect fantasy. And it had been Abby that he wanted in the end any way.

Standing up from his spot on the edge of the bed slowly as if he was trying to prevent scaring off a deer he'd just spotted or something, grabbing onto both of Abby's hands to pull her closer again before he said anything at all to her apology. " I don't care about who you've slept with, I just want to be with Abby. All of Abby." Boss said gently, surprised at how quickly his mood could change just by having her back in the room again. " I'd like to be different, but I'm done with running," he added without trying to sound cruel, just giving her the facts as they were. Boss didn't want to take off every time he got scared around her, anything from earlier in the day ought to have proved that. And he didn't want to have to live off of even less sleep just to keep an eye on her. " You've got to let me in here," he said, pointing at the spot where, underneath what he just realized was his shirt, one would have found Abby's heart beating away. " And don't you dare do that again, ever, got it," he told her firmly but just barely above a whisper, never tearing his own eyes off of her sad looking ones until then. A confession of his own really. That it wasn't what she had done that worried him. The possibility of losing her, that was what absolutely terrified him.

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Abby was never good with dealing with stress. She wasn't really good with dealing with much of anything. Normally someone that came from the home life she did, would be a lot stronger than she was. But she was so weak. She just came off strong so she wouldn't get hurt. But protecting herself from not getting hurt didn't make her any stronger. Because in the long run it just made everything worst. Because now she didn't know how to handle everything that came crashing down on her. It made everything blurry and sad. She hated herself for what she did. Just because she had a horrible time with her first time and many times after, and never even connected sex and love, didn't mean she should have done it to Boss. But when he saw her, he felt relief. And that confused her. How could he be relieved when she was so fucked up.

Abby watched him sit upright in the bed and watched as he moved off the bed. She saw him grab her hands but didn't understand. Her head was spinning to fast with her own thoughts what she didn't even bother trying to read Boss's she hardly heard the hum of his voice in the back of her head. She stared into his eyes and listened to what he told her. "I don't care about who you've slept with, I just want to be with Abby. All of Abby." What the hell was he talking about. Of course he cared he had to care. She fucked up. How could he be so understanding? "I'd like to be different, but I'm done with running," That part didn't even make sense to her. Abby was the one who ran. Abby was the one to made everything go to hell. She should have stayed. He shouldn't have woken up to an empty bed and the door slam. She should have said something. Anything. She still felt in the wrong, but Boss seamed okay with everything. Like he was really okay with what happened. "You've got to let me in here," She heard him say. She felt one of his hands slip out of hers and watched as he pointed to her heart.

Abby was crying. She couldn't hold back the tears. She gave him a sniffled laugh. She felt bad for laughing but it was one of the most corny things she had ever seen. She thought you only got to say that kind of shit in movies. But she didn't care. She was willing to let him in. There where a lot of secrets in her past that she wanted to get out and tell him, but she wasn't sure when she could. Abby wasn't good with confrontation. At all. She just wanted to puke and started to shake when she had to talk to someone about her feelings. The vulnerability she felt, she didn't even think she could handle. But she had to. She was going to make something in her life work. She knew it was going to be tough but she was going to do it.

"And don't you dare do that again, ever, got it," She heard him say. She knew he meant her running away. Abby smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "Yeah. Got it, she said with a smile. She took a deep breath and listened to his heart beat. Yeah sure it sounded corny but this was her home. Boss was the home that Abby never got to have. So maybe she didn't mess everything up as bad as she thought she had. Because to her it looked and sounded and felt like Boss still really loved her. And she loved him. Still convincing herself that she was in love with him. But Abby knew that she couldn't tell her heart what to do. She could try as hard as she wanted but it did what it wanted. Like it always did. But surprisingly her heart like, or loved, Boss a lot more than Abby realized.

Abby pulled back from the hug to kiss boss. But just once. She didn't want to go back and push her luck. Because when it came to luck, Abby really didn't have the best of it. It usually kind of sucked. "Well there are still some things I need to tell you. Abby said and paused for a second. She thoughts she might as well get everything out in the open while they were still on good terms. And then Boss could tell her to leave when ever he wanted. Whenever he thought she was to crazy to handle. She could go. She didn't ever want to hurt him. Couldn't see that pain in his eyes because, between everything that happened, that was the thing that really made her cry. Seeing hurt in Boss's eyes.

Abby went to sit in the middle of the bed. She pat the space next to her with her hand before continuing. "Okay, so I think we should talk. So we don't have a repeat of tonight. Not that you weren't great. Because you were. It was amazing. But the whole freak out after. Yeah I don't want that to ever happen again either. Abby said slowly. Her hands were shaking a little and she was feeling kind of sick. But she was going to do this. Get everything out there. "Okay, she took a deep breath before she continued. "So, you already know that you weren't my first. But in a way you were. None of the others before you meant anything. Just one night stands and sloppy hook ups. Really they meant nothing. I have never had a real boyfriend. No one has ever even really kissed me. I had a bad childhood growing up, and I never really knew what love looked or felt like. Abby stopped and looked down at her hands she watched them shake and she played with the blanket under them. She had to fiddle with something so it didn't look like she was scared. "I'm really screwed up. She said with a sigh. It was true. And on top of everything, she could read minds. She wasn't sure if she was ready to tell Boss that yet. She thought about it.

She came to the conclusion that she would tell him if he told her that he was an elf. And even if she knew what he was thinking, she wanted to actually hear him say it. Out loud. "So I have issues. And I try not to let anyone see that in me. But I do. She grabbed one of Boss's hands in her shaking ones. "But I do love you. And I want to know everything about you. So please don't get scared off? She finished with. Abby took another deep breath and waited for Boss to say what was on his mind.

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Maybe Boss had ended up much more like his parents than he would have guessed before tonight. He already knew that he had the same inability to deal with any kind of troubling issue, that had become obvious when the boy had decided the only way to keep living was to move away. But maybe he had gained some of this newly discovered understanding from them. After all, there had been a time before Tyler that they'd been the picture perfect parents. You didn't live with that for almost ten years of your life without any side effects. Boss just didn't think about that possibility very often, that it hadn't always been bad. Because it was hard to remember, hard to imagine his parents as all the things that they use to be or might have been. It was much easier to only think about them when something went wrong, because he could think of a million and one reasons for why it would be their fault. All the negative thoughts didn't hurt, they were reminders for why he'd left in the first place. To remind him that there hadn't been any time to be understanding left for him simply because he didn't leave first.

None of it made them the same. That had always been the problem, would probably still be if Boss gave them more than five minutes of his life at a time. They were grieving while Boss had just been angry. That was why he didn't want to run away from Abby as well the second it got hard or scary. It didn't fix anything and he wasn't prepared to lose everything. So what if she'd messed up, made what she seemed to think was a huge mistake. That didn't have to mean giving up right then and there. Those were the small things, that you wished didn't happen if you could help it. But you didn't, or couldn't, let those kind of things mess up the big picture. Frankly, Boss was certain he would have said whatever he needed to, just to get her to stay again. Whatever it took to make her listen. To make her hear how impossible it would be to start over after this because she had ruined every other girl for him and he was glad for it. That he didn't have any idea what he was doing now, because he didn't have any past relationships to help him find the perfect answers. If he did, then maybe he wouldn't have been so quick to believe her answer without so much as a second thought. Boss could just have easily stopped things if he'd wanted to, could have walked away long before Abby ran. But he hadn't wanted to. He still didn't want to.

So he smiled at her small laugh, even if it was ever so slightly to his expense. Boss didn't care about why she laughed, so long as she did it and that he might be able to give her a few more reasons to. It was so much better than seeing her cry, which he couldn't remember ever seeing before that night. A bit of good luck for him, because it was absolutely awful to see, gut wrenching to know that any of the tears might never have happened if it wasn't for him. So Boss did what came naturally, he gently wiped them away as if this might further help to rid her of what had caused the hurt in the first place. That he would gladly take some of the weight she kept putting on her own shoulders if she would let him. Boston knew that there were plenty of things he didn't know when it came to Abby. Because he had been avoiding asking the questions that might have filled in the blanks. Abby probably wasn't perfect by everyone else's standards but Boss figured she was as close as he was ever going to get. But he couldn't keep pretending that nothing was going on with her when she wasn't looking. If he actually wanted to be with her like he'd said, then the good had to come with the bad. Even if meant risking his own version of Abby, it might mean getting the real Abby in return.

So Boss had to try, had to give up the secret business if he wanted any of this to work. Which he did, the boy didn't want to even try to imagine what he would do if it didn't. Even with everything else going on, there was a noticeable relaxation in him when she said she wouldn't go running out again. Like a breath he didn't know he was holding until right then. " Good, don't forget," he told her while forgetting the incident more when he was finally able to hold on to her again. This was why he'd been overwhelmingly relieved when she came back instead of simply more angry with the sight of her. Because for a while there he'd been lost all over again. This was where he was suppose to be, despite everything else that had happened or would have to happen eventually. Deep down, he knew part of him had expected her to leave because that was what everyone else had done. But Abby came back. And that had to count for something.

It made it a little bit easier to let her pull away, though that was something he didn't think he'd ever really get use to doing. Nor did he want to stop with just one kiss but Boss knew that right this second wasn't the time to try and get his way with that. Being that eager was what had gotten them here in the first place, diving right in instead of going one step at a time. There had to be time for everything else to catch up. After all, time to spare was another way that this was different from a regular one night stand. So Boss gave her a nod when she said there were still some things she needed to tell him, following her lead again and sitting beside her on the bed while ignoring the childish urge to cover his ears to block out anything he might not want to hear. Boss couldn't do that now. This wasn't just about what Boss wanted anymore. Someone else was involved, that someone being Abby. And above anything else he might have wanted, Boss wanted the girl beside him to be happy.

Apparently the way Abby had just spilled out all the things she said earlier was a one time thing, because she was certainly taking her time figuring out what to say if not full out stalling. But Boss didn't say anything about this or try to force her to get it over with already. He could see her hands shaking even if she tried to hide it, Boss saw that she was nervous or scared or both. So he was patient, and soon couldn't believe that he'd never bothered to ask about the things she was having to tell him all at once now. Boss had always just assumed that Abby and the band didn't come from great backgrounds, based solely on where they had ended up and how they acted. But it wouldn't have been hard to ask, mention it, bring it up at all. Have done something to let her know that it was okay to talk about it, that it wasn't going to bother him if she did. " If you're screwed up then I want to help fix it. Be your boyfriend and really kiss you all the time, he said with a small smile while holding on tightly when she grabbed his hand. Boss couldn't do much for her childhood, but he could help when it came to figuring out the whole love thing. He might not have been as helpful as Oprah or Dr. Phil, but he certainly cared more than anyone else would about it. Love was something he could show her, teach her all about. He could probably use the reminder any way.

" I'm not going to get scared off, I'll love you and all your issues," he added in the same calm reassuring tone, though the part about her knowing everything about him troubled him a little. That was the obvious catch to wanting to be with Abby. That at some point he was going to have to change from being just Boss in the band to Boss that came from somewhere. And as easy as it was to accept any of her secrets, his were held close to the chest in a big tangled mess and never spoken about. It was only fair though, he didn't get to know everything about her for free. You couldn't be a stranger and expect a relationship in return. So maybe it was best to just get it all out there now, put everything on the table and get it over with. Who knows, maybe it'd be nice to come from somewhere for once. " Well, if you want to know my childhood was fine. Great even, you might have really liked my parents if you'd met them then," he said with a bit of a shrug, looking over in her direction but not directly at her while he spoke. " Have a brother too. Or had, depending on who you ask. He ran away when he was sixteen, haven't heard from him since," Boss explained, brushing over the fact that the reason for this was that Tyler hated everything about Boss and their parents.

Couldn't wait to leave in the end. " I kind of just fell through the cracks after that. They never got over it, my parents. Didn't know how I guess, we just acted like he died really," this was true, and also the reason for the resentment Boss carried around. " All hail the lost son you know," he told her with a sad kind of smile that didn't really reach his eyes. " They're... umm, they're elves. Thats why they sucked at it so much, the whole grieving thing. It's also why Tyler, my brother, hated them so much. And me by extension, guess he would have hated me for being one too," Boss admitted partially to himself, finally drawing his eyes back to hers though he'd gotten use to this information enough to not visibly seem upset about it. He was more worried about Abby getting mad at him for not saying anything before now than he was about what Tyler had been thinking so long ago. " That's why I left and ended up here. Thats the story," he said with a nod of his head as if agreeing that this was in fact the end of that tale, or as much as he felt like going over at the moment. " I probably should have told you about it before, so I'm sorry," Boston added, a bit of the fear of her freaking out again finding its way into his apology when he hadn't meant for it to. " And for the sake of being honest, I'd probably burn that can of soup I told you about earlier," that being a much less personal bit of information to give her now. This was already much more than he'd ever told Annie or Denny, even with all the drinking that they did.

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