Cutting Me From The Gallows

The thin curtains do a horrible job of stopping the light from drifting in. I close my eyes tightly, not wanting to wake up, but to fall back into my deep sleep. After seconds of trying I surrender to the sun and sit up in bed. I fling the tattered blanket from my lap as I stand quickly and, as quietly as I can, sneak out of the bedroom. Walking through the old house, I slip into a slight depression. We both have our own houses. Big beautiful houses, but he doesn't want to be together in them. He's always afraid of getting caught. It always makes me think that I'm not good enough or he's ashamed but I know for a fact it would damage our careers. I get why he acts that way, but I can't stop myself from letting it get to me time to time. I guess I should be thankful for his apprehension though. Without it we would have never ended up here. Our shared little house in a small little town in the middle of nowhere. Not a lot of people recognize us here. That means we can live normal lives and we can always be together. Sure, the house isn't that big and the stuff in it isn't that expensive, We already have enough bills and couldn't afford another huge home, but I love it all the same. I don't think I'd care if we were in a tent deep in the woods, as long as we could be together, I would be happy.

I lazily make my way into the kitchen and pull out left over pizza and Chinese food from the yellowish refrigerator and put them in the microwave. I love eating leftovers for breakfast. I think it's the perfect way to start the day, by clogging your arteries. I smile and walk back to the fridge, faster now as to make sure I can get to the microwave before it make those loud robotic screeches and ruins my whole plan. I pull out two cans of Red-bull and two cans of Dr. Pepper to mix later. The microwave lets out one small scream, signaling it is about to explode in noise, and I lunge forward and fling the door open.I smile triumphantly as I mix our drinks and grab all the food. I tiptoe back into the bedroom and set everything down on the nightstand.

I lean over and nibble lightly on my sleeping companions ear. "Wake up sweetie."

He moans and pulls the cover over his head stubbornly. I yank the blanket from him and smile. He glares at me for a minute then sniffs the air "What smells like heart-attack?"

"Mmm...breakfast."I say and hand him an egg roll. He smiles and tears into the poor innocent roll with his strangely sharp canines that I find so cute. I love his smile, no matter what is happening that smile can always warm me up a little.

"Sleep well lovey?" I ask and kiss tenderly at his jawline. I can feel him grin and he takes the opportunity to lick at my neck. He's always had a sort of fetish for licking things, but I don't really complain, as he doesn't about my need to bite. That and my small affinity for blood is probably the root cause for all the vampire rumors.

"I had a dream about you." He says with a slight tone to his voice I can't make out.

"Nothing perverted I assume."

"You assume too much...but sadly. No. It was very G rated, except for your bad language."

I smile innocently, "You're not much better, sweetie."

He smiles again, "Well you see, we were at a funeral..."

"Who's funeral?" I ask, cutting him off and biting at his neck then quickly sucking and kissing at the irritated flesh.

"Mmm...I don't know." He says leaning his neck over father, giving me more room to work.

"Go on then." I say biting a little bit harder. He moans slightly and continues with his story. "Alright, so we were a this funeral, but everyone was wearing bright pink and were singing show-tunes and re-enacting Hairspray."

"Oh you poor baby." I say into the crook of his neck, letting just a little of my sarcasm to seep through. He giggles slightly and I hear him chomp on another egg roll. "Well anyway, we got really mad so we stole the body and..."

"Please tell me we didn't go necrophiliac"

"I said G rated, Hun."

"Oh, I really should pay more attention."

"You really should." he says. I'm about to go to sleep lying my head on him, which I think he can tell. He pulls me up and looks me in the eye "Sleepy?"

I reach over and grab the Red-bull, Dr. Pepper mixture I so originally call Dr. Bull, and take a swig. "Nope" I say and proceed to drown myself in it until the last little drop drips down my throat. He rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless.

"Story please?" I say attempting to eat a slice of pizza with chopsticks.

"Ah, yes. Story...oh yeah we had just stolen the body." I nod. "Alright well we threw the body in the back of our old, beat-up-looking pick-up...and yes, before you ask, we did have a pick-up truck. It looked just like my first car." Our different upbringings are so apparent sometimes. "And we drove out to the bay and drove the car into it, but we forgot to jump out." I have to laugh at that, partly because it does sound like some idiotic stunt we would pull. "So we were drowning and I got out really quick because I wasn't wearing a seat-belt and the doors weren't locked but you couldn't because your seat belt was rusted."

"Did I die?" I ask cocking my head to the side. Okay, maybe I never went to 'real' college but I do know enough about psychology to decode dreams. Probably because I've been seeing shrinks for a while now.

"Let me finish," he says in a whining voice, sounding like a bratty three year old.

"Alright, finish." I say and lean back on the head board, hands behind my head.

"Well I was freaking out and was trying to cut you free then you just started...singing."

"Singing?" I say snickering.

He completely ignores me and continues with his oh so detailed account. "So I started singing too and then suddenly the seat belt broke and we went straight to the top, and suddenly, instead of the bay we were in the Pacific Ocean and it was sunset. And the water looked all pink and orange and...and we kissed." He says looking slightly embarrassed. I realize how close my face is to his, assuming I was leaning forward as he spoke. Our eyes lock and for a moment I can't find the words for how much I love him. There are no words. Nothing in the human language could explain my feelings for him.

"Pete?" I say breaking the silence.

"Yeah?"

"What song was it?"

Confusion splashes over his features, only making him cuter.

"In the dream, love. What was the song we sang?"

He leans into me and whispers into my ear, "Hand in mine, into your icy blues. And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway."

It takes me a moment to recognize the words. "With this trunk of ammunition too. I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets." I sing back softly, wrapping my arms around him as we sing on sweetly.

"...I'm trying, I'm trying. To let you know just how much you mean to me. And after all the things we put each other through and I would drive on to the end with you A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full. And I feel like there's nothing left to do, but prove myself to you and we'll keep it running..." His sweet voice echoes in my ear and I feel something I haven't in a long time. I feel tears welling up in my eyes.

"...But this time, I mean it. I'll let you know just how much you mean to me, as snow falls on desert sky until the end of everything..."

I lose track of the words after that, only that his voice is still there, that he is still there with me. I feel like he'll never leave me, that he'll always be here for me, like in his dream. He saved. But he's saved me in real life before, without him holding my hand it's safe to assume the worst would have happened. Thank you, Pete. Thank you so fucking much. I love you, I swear to God I love you and...

I push my finger to his lips and look at him, tears pouring down my cheeks and onto his. I take a shaky breathe and stare into his gorgeous eyes, "I mean this. Forever."