A Second Chance at Life... semi-lit romance - Full

[princess pudding]

(( I don't think my partner/pair is here ono ))

>> I noticed that a few partners never showed up. Which is a bit odd.

[Leviathan007]

J A Y G A T S B Y

How did the angel expect him to find his so-called savior? Were they just supposed to already know each other? Or coincidentally knock into each other like in those cheap chick flicks? The world was bigger then most would think, even with the proper tools to find this person, he still knew nothing about them, so, practically, he was doomed beyond repair. Coming up was a boy who was crying because he had dropped his icecream cone, James knelt down beside him, whispering something in his ear, which caused him to smile and run off. No one would know what he had told that boy, it was a secret between him and himself.
Now all he had to do is sell his house to some orphans, and donate all his possessions to a needy charity, that might benefit his bad karma. He accidentally knocked his shoulder into a young man, around his age, having been too deep in thought to notice him, the guy seemed to blend in with the crowd."Oh, my apologies.." He muttered, walking on, almost forgetting that odd encounter right away.
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{mood}~Confused~{location}~Somewhere~{outfit}~Here~{with}~A stranger

{Yeah, I noticed that too...}

[princess pudding]

Ｇｕｎｎａｒ Ｃｒｅｓｔｌｉｎ
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He was walking, still troubled by the business man’s harsh words, completely unaware of the world surrounding him. Things would be a lot easier if he had a place to start...just one memory, and maybe that would spike the rest. Gunnar had considered seeking help, but he was afraid. There wasn’t any reason in particular for this, he simply was. Something told him he was on his own this trip around, and that there was little soul out there willing to help him. He had a feeling he was the kind of boy that let fear control him, and he tried his best to leave that behind, but the emotion was always creeping up on him. Which scared him even more.

His thoughts were shattered as something rushed into his side. Blinking, Gunnar took a step back and then forward, practically fighting against a current of onlookers. The man who had disturbed his thinking apologized just as quickly as he came and pushed his way through the crowd. The blue-eyed angel only caught the side of his face as he turned, but it was enough to stir a spark. Something about the man was...familiar. Familiar enough for him to go trail after him, heartbeat fluttering. “W-Wait,” he called in a monotone voice, his eyes darkened with urgency. His arm unlatched itself from the other and reached out, trying to pull back the stranger.

[Leviathan007]

J A Y G A T S B Y

James checked his solid gold watch, seeing that it was almost noon, normally the time he'd be starting work. Before 'The Incident' {which is how he will now refer to his near-death experience}, he was a lawyer, and a good one at that. He had to lie, deceive, and even steal to fight his way to the top of the pyramid, and still even when he had everything, he felt like he had nothing. So maybe this was a blessing, it would give him a chance to start over, and find what he had been missing all his life.
Someone was calling for him, he turned in a circle, searching each face, finally happening upon the same pale boy he had previously stumbled into."Can I help you?" He tried to sound polite, but honestly, he didn't care what this guy wanted, he had little time to spare..well, he had a year, but you'd be surprised how fast time flies by. James crossed his arms, knowing he was supposed to be wiping a clean slate, being a new person, but he wasn't a linear guy, he couldn't switch from bad to good in an instant.
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{mood}~Confused~{location}~Somewhere~{outfit}~Here~{with}~A stranger

[princess pudding]

Ｇｕｎｎａｒ Ｃｒｅｓｔｌｉｎ
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This was it. This had to be it. A sign. A memory. A familiar face. Anything. He just wanted to remember. Was that so much to ask? Gunnar definitely wasn’t the kind of boy to jump out and lunge at random people he spotted on the streets, but there was no way he would let this ‘spark’ fly by unnoticed. He’d spent so much time thinking that his mind was forever engraved with a throbbing pain...not another second. He couldn’t take it. His sanity was slowly slipping away into the darkness of his dreams, leaving behind a loneliness and lack of compassion. He just wanted someone to tell him things would work out for the better. He didn’t care who it was or what they looked like, he just needed to hear those words. That brought him to the present. His heartbeat sped up, pounding in his chest like a drum, but the twinge of excitement just wasn’t enough. The man turned, and whatever feeling he once held was completely erased, much so like his memories. The stranger looked on with cold eyes, obviously not intrigued. Immediately Gunnar’s face fell. He doesn’t know who I am. And...and I don’t know who he is. “Oh,” he said in a somewhat bored, masked voice, struggling to hide the disappointment clouding his blue eyes, “...No. You don’t.” Maybe I really am crazy.

[Leviathan007]

J A Y G A T S B Y

James raised an eyebrow at the boy's confusing behavior, that fallen expression, those crocodile tears, and that painful puppy dog look....did not work on him. He turned his head to the side, as if suddenly finding something more interesting to look at, then muttered,"..imbecile..wasting my time like that..who does he thing he is? The Queen of England?..." He muttered as he kept walking in the same direction, sticking his hands in his pockets,"..even if he was, that's still no excuse for being a nitwit." He sighed, wishing God would just annihilate all the idiots in the world. Oh god, he covered his mouth in horror, he realized just how twisted he truly was, and how bad his dark mind needed fixing. Everything came in shockingly clear detail: The boy's broken heart, as he was reportedly fired for poor progress. He remembered! That kid had been his pupil, straight out of Harvard Law School, but James had quickly decided that he wasn't cut out for the field of justice. He also remembered kicking him out, personally, straight out the front door, throwing all his office supplies with him. What a horrible boss he had been. Jeez...He ran his fingers through his hair, turning around, desperately pushing past strangers, until he spotted the unmistakable frail figure, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders, and spinning him around to face him."Look: I'm sorry I'm a jerk, okay? I'm sorry I can't be a goody-goody like you. But if you give me a chance, I can be the best big brother in the whole universe." He held out his hand, just in case the boy didn't remember him, and also because he had forgotten his name."You, my good man, can call me Jay. And what's your name, buddy?" He flashed him a shark smile, showing all his teeth, like he does when he's trying to win over a new client.
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{mood}~Confident~{location}~Somewhere~{outfit}~Here~{with}~A stranger

[princess pudding]

Ｇｕｎｎａｒ Ｃｒｅｓｔｌｉｎ
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Gunnar watched the man, who he had managed to frazzle, disappear into the crowd. He stood there for some time, a bit shocked. Was it just him, or was he plenty good at making people he met angry? I guess I’d be annoyed, too, if some kid came jumping after me for no reason at all. Chewing on his lower lip, he started in the opposite direction, the rims of his eyes thickened with sleepy black lines. Maybe he really was insane. Or close to it, at least. That seemed to be the only reasonable answer to his problems. What if it wasn’t amnesia at all, but some kind of mental disorder? The very thought sent horrified shivers running up his spine. He didn’t want to be crazy. Being different was okay--he was use to people starring at him—but crazy? I don’t know how to deal with something like that. Just when he thought he might burst on the very spot, something strange happened. He was twirling...right into the face of the man from previous inflictions. Gunnar’s first reaction was to slam him upside the jaw and make a run for it, but then he noticed the forced kindness sparkling in his eyes. Obviously he didn’t have plans of robbing him clean (or beating him up for making him all red-faced), but the expression didn’t seem to complete his appearance. Then he began to speak. Gunnar listened to everything he had to say, making no movement to squirm out of his grasp, and blinked several times afterwards, winded. Wait—he actually remembers me? Is this some kind of cruel joke? “G-Gunnar,” he replied, chocking on his words. “Erm, look mister, I’m sorry but I think you’ve mistaken—” he paused dead sentence. This is my chance. If he really does know who my am, then that means he knows who I am. “Just Gunnar,” he finished, eyes wide and fixed on ‘Jay’. Horrible...boss? Wait, if he knows who I am, how come he doesn’t know my name? Gunnar was awfully confused at this point, but too speechless to think anything of it.

[Leviathan007]

J A Y G A T S B Y

James knew he was in danger of restraining order territory, but he couldn't help it, he was just overjoyed in finding the person who just might save him indefinitely. Mistakes were not an option, he had to be perfect, not the slightest rude remark or sneer, he'd be jollier then Santa Claus, rain or shine."Gunnar, Gunnar, my good lad, we're going to have buckets of fun, you'll see, never before will you feel so alive. I'll show you the highlights of this town, I know it like the back of my hand, ya' know.." He patted the boy's back as he pulled him along, he now remembered why Gunnar's name sounded unfamiliar, because he'd always call him 'Kiddo', never by his real name, at work, god, what a jack*ss he had been."You look thin, maybe my chef, Sir Gustas, can whip up some of his famous porridge, it'll certainly splash some color in that pale face of yours, it will. And then we'll have to find you a new wardrobe, don't want to be seen in those rags, now do you?" He chuckled, hailing a cab for them, and told the driver his house address. Then sat back, his arm on Gunnar's shoulder,"I'll make up for everything, I promise." He whispered softly, turning to peer out the window for the rest of the drive home.
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{mood}~Confident~{location}~Somewhere~{outfit}~Here~{with}~A stranger

[princess pudding]

Ｇｕｎｎａｒ Ｃｒｅｓｔｌｉｎ
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Gunnar never was great with people. He preferred his own company over anything else, so this new situation was plenty more than he knew how to deal with. On the plus side, this ‘Jay’ figure seemed quite eager to spoil him. Of course, there was still the possibility this was all a mix up between familiar faces...and if he were to get caught, there was a chance he was in for much more trouble then he intended. Perhaps it had been a bad idea going along with the man’s confusion in terms. But if he really does know who I am, I could get my life back. Still...this whole set up is unsettling. He acts as though he made my life a living hell. Gunnar blinked a few more times and allowed his frayed nerves to sink away. “Uh, well, I don’t know—” he didn’t have a chance to finish as Jay pulled him along into the crowd. He talked, and talked, but Gunnar was silent through much of it, too nervous to say anything. As they sat in the taxi, he looked out the window and did his best not to fidget. What if he’s really kidnapping me or something? I mean, maybe he’s just taking advantage of the fact I looked all confused. Crap, now I’m just scaring myself.

[Leviathan007]

J A Y G A T S B Y

James wished he could press a 'delete' button and erase all those bad memories, but they kept coming back, like a persistent cold. He remembered one time specifically when he had invited Gunnar to an office party at his manor, when he arrived, they ransacked him of all his clothes and threw him into the lake, and it had been December, so the water had been so cold, it turned the marrow in your bones into ice. After that they had left him there to fish himself out, worst of all, he had slept soundly that night, with no regrets. It had been a cruel joke, and unfortunately, that wasn't even the worst of the pranks they pulled on poor old Gunnar. But this wasn't time for unsheathing old pastimes, he had other things to worry about. James's phone began to ring, at first, he tried to ignore it, but then it gradually grew louder, and he was forced to take it out and answer."Yes?" His boss, Max, was not happy, not one bit."Where the h*ll are you, Gatsby? This client is too important to screw, if you don't show, this is the end of your career." James felt that familiar urge to drop everything and run to that meeting, but this was a matter of life or death. So he hung up, without a hello or goodbye. He pasted on a wide smile, opening the door as they stopped at the curb of his multi-billionaire mansion."Just one moment." He said to the driver as he ran inside to grab some bills, coming back out and paying the greasy man a fifty, which was 23 dollars more then what was required."Keep the change.." Jay said hesitantly, then opened Gunnar's door, helping him inside, as if her were a cripple coming home from the hospital."Let me show you to your room," He gestured to the curving staircase.
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{mood}~Guilty~{location}~Home~{outfit}~Here~{with}~Gunnar