He was warm, his touch genuine and comforting. She so desperately wanted to break down into his arms and relax but something in her heart hesitated. What if he just betrayed her trust like everyone else had?
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Ace only stood there, holding her in a warm and soft grip. "I won't ask or pry for information. If you just need someone to vent to or just need a hug, I'm right here." He says after a moment. He was letting down his walls, his tough guy imager for her. Her of all people. He barely knew her. But he wanted to keep her safe.
"I will. Thanks Ace." She smiled. Her phone buzzed and when she saw it was her stepmom calling, her smile dropped. "Hello?" "Where the hell are you?!" "I'm at a friend's house, why?" "You little bitch, don't try to play games with me. You get your ass home right now or so help me God." She sighed. "Whatever." "What was that?" "Yes Monique." "Much better." She hung up and sighed. "Looks like I better get going."
Ace heard the entire conversation. His eyes sadden. "She sounds like a bitch." He rolls his eyes. "Here. If you need someone to talk to to." He pulls a notepad from his pocket and wrote down a few numbers before handing it to her. "You can always text me." He smiled a bit before patting her shoulder. "See you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Actually, can I stay here? Just for a bit longer? I can't stand that woman and if I stay away for long enough, I'll arrived home to see her drunk, which is much easier to handle."
Ace starts bit nods. "Yeah. Of course. Come on in. It's a bit of a mess." He leads her up the steps. No one was home, it was just him. The house was larger, maybe because there was so much open space. It was pretty messy, but not to much. He leads her to his room, where it was spotless, clean and neat. His books, ranging from thick text books, to comics, to manga were sorted neatly on his shelf. He had a simple twin sized bed nuzzled into the corner, a dresser at the end of it. His clothes hung neatly in the closet, a desk sat in another corner. On the wall were tons of pictures with him and his siblings, along with a camera sitting on the desk. There was a guitar resting on his bed. He opens the window beside his bed and hops out onto the roof.
"Hey, wait up!" She laughed, running to catch up with him and hoisting herself up onto the roof like she'd done it a hundred times before.
He chuckles. "Gotta keep up with me, doll. There's no time to waste in this life." He smiles at her.
"Actually, there's plenty of time to waste, you just choose not to." She shrugged and brushed her hair out of her eyes.
He smiles. "I choose to do that so I can prove to people I'm not just a gang leader." He smiles. "I had to learn real fast to fight and claw my way to the top. And then succeed while I keep the head. It's not as easy as it sounds."
"You're saying you think it's easy to keep this mask on all the time? Keep on a bright bubbly smile and act like nothing's happening and life is perfect? Hide the abuse that I constantly get from my sister's boyfriend and my stepmother? Yeah, we've both got our fair share of things we go through and have to deal with day to day sweetheart."
He smiles at her, nudging her side. "Don't worry. They're assholes. They don't see the truth. They're blinded by jealousy and rage because they can't seem to break you down. People like them… The get nowhere in life." He looks at the stars, seeing one shoot past. He smiles at that.
"My stepmom has told me more than once that's she's jealous of my, according to her, beauty. I don't see where she gets that crazy notion from. And my sister's boyfriend just hates me." She chuckled.
"What are you talking about? You're gorgeous! I don't know if you've looked in a mirror lately, but you are perfect in every possible way." He smiles at her.
"Actually, I haven't. Monique hates mirrors because she's disgustingly ugly so Dad threw them all out. Let me tell you, it's not fun to try and shave without a mirror."
He smiles before standing and entering his room. "Stay there." He rummages through his desk before walking back out. "Here." He hands her an elegantly crafted silver box like thing, thin and slim. It had a rose design carved into it, with a Ruby in the center.
She gave him a confused look before opening the box. It had been years since anyone had given her a present, this was unusual.
It wasn't actually a box. Inside was a two piece mirror. "It… Was my sisters. I gave it to her a few years back. Now I'm giving it to you." He chuckled softly.
It'd been so long since she'd seen her own face, she'd forgotten what it'd looked like. "Jeez, I really need a haircut." She ran her fingers through her hair.
He smiles. "You can keep it. If you want." He shrugged and looked at the sky. "Just to remind you you're beautiful." He chuckles quietly.
"I'd love to but…" Her smile faded. "Monique hates mirrors. And something as expensive looking as this would be taken and sold before I could even blink. I would go to my father about it but he follows that woman like she's some goddess. It wouldn't do any good."
He glances at her. "If you want, I can hang onto it and give it to you at school or something." He chuckles. "Don't worry. If you ever need a place to crash my place is always open."
She chuckled lightly. "Yeah, like if Monique found out that I'd been talking to someone, much less a boy about all this, she wouldn't freak."
Ace laughed at that. "My parents don't mind… After…" He stopped and looked down, sighing quietly. "They aren't really phased by anything that I say anymore." He shrugs and smiles.
She looked up at him, her eyes seeming to stare through him. "You know, you can talk to me. Everyone has a weak side, you don't have to hide it from me."
"Nah. Don't worry about it… Besides. After people hear it, they try to get away from me as fast as humanly possible." He shrugs and looks down. "Not that they don't do that with me in general."
She stood and tilted his head up to look at her gently. She smiled a little. "I told you something that I've never told another soul in my life. I think it's only fair you tell me something in return."
He looks away before saying slowly, "I'm trans. FtM." He mumbled softly, turning away. He felt something much like relief wash over him.
She was surprised but wasn't repulsed like she imagined most people were. She smiled and forced him to turn back. "That explains why you're so beautiful. Looks like my gay is kicking in overtime." She chuckled. Thank you bisexuality for that.
He looked at her, surprised she didn't throw him away and walk off. He turns red at that, before looking down. He smiled a little bit. "Thanks… I guess." He whispered softly.