Tell me that you love me and it'll be alright``ACE

[victoria anne conrad]

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She had done it. Victoria Anne Conrad had finally stuck with a guy for seven months. It was an amazing feat to those that knew her, and even to herself, and maybe the people that had just heard about her. When she first moved to New York City, The Big Apple, the city of her dreams she had what one would call a revolving door of boys. She didn't want to get tied down, and she didn't want to miss out on anything so she would stay with a guy for no more than a week before moving on to the next. Some people actually found her accent quaint, and charming. None of the guys she dated really had staying power until she met Ace. He was bartending at a club she went to one night when she was on a date. It didn't take long for her to fall for such an adorable boy that made her laugh more than anyone she had ever known. It also didn't take long for her to dump the guy she had been with. These events led her up to today, their seventh month.

Victoria raced around her apartment trying to get everything ready. Her already obessively cleaned apartment could have sparkled. She had pulled the curtain back so her bed wasn't closed off from the rest of the house and she had pulled her bedside table out so she could put food on it. Today was going to be a bed day, and there was no leaving said bed unless absolutely neccessary. There was captain crunch, milk, orange juice and water. Along with a cake that she had baked especially for Ace. Victoria didn't like cake, she shouldn't even eat it, but she knew that he did so she figured she'd try her best. She had decorated it and writted his name in icing across the top. He could think it was totally dorky if he wanted too, but she wanted today to be special. It wasn't like it was their year or anything, but still, seven months was amazing for her.

After she made sure everything was set up Victoria looked down and what she was wearing. Too frumpy. Yes, it was a bed day, but that didn't mean she had to wear ugly pajamas. She slipped out of her shorts and tank top and slipped into a silk nightgown and her slipper boots, they were the comfiest things she owned she would wear them all the time if she could, but they would get ruined. She finished putting her clothes in the dirty laudry when she heard a knock at the door, it could only be Ace, she didn't usually have random visters. “Coming!” She called as she raced to the door, almost breaking her neck with the slipper floor and slippery boots. She figured that's why they were called 'slipp'ers

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NOTES !?;; bed day ftw!
STATUS !?;; finito
TAGGED !?;; open or reserved for someone !?
WORDS !?;; how many words dear !?
OUTFIT !?;; CLICK
CREDIT !?;; JADE !? @ caution 2.0

[trace gabriel phillips]

IT HASN'T FELT LIKE THIS BEFORE

( i t h a s n t f e l t l i k e h o m e b e f o r e y o u )

Ace thought it was basically official. He was officially girly. He was figuring out what to wear, it was taking him more than like two seconds. Then he remembered Victoria saying it was a bed day, so he just threw on his plaid pants and an Old Navy T-shirt. That made things a lot easier. Words couldn't describe in his mind how he felt about Victoria. He couldn't believe that she'd stayed with him for this long. Not that he thought it was crazy for her to stay with him at all, but he thought she would have gotten sick of him by this point. He was incredibly lucky, and happy that she wasn't sick of him, and if he was as good at reading people as he thought, he thought she felt the exact obvious. He almost left his apartment, but he forgot Victoria's present once he reached his door. Then he forgot her second present by his laptop. Like everyone always said to him, he'd forget his own head if it wasn't screwed on his shoulders. He would have been pretty upset if he got all the way there without her present. He had made her a mix CD of songs that made him think of her, and he thought it was probably a bit on the cheesy side, and he was thinking she would either find it really cute or really dorky, but he was hoping for the cute side.

He probably would have just worn boxers to her apartment if he didn't have to walk outside to her apartment. Not that he probably hadn't been out on the city streets looking a bit more awkward, but it was also freezing outside. It wasn't a long walk to her apartment, but it was a considerable distance from his. He didn't mind though, he walked everywhere. Maybe it wasn't the safest thing in the world, but he'd never just randomly gotten attacked on the side of the street before, so he considered it fine. Once he reached her building he ran up to the door and knocked, waiting for her to open the door. He put the CD in front of his face in case she looked through the peephole. He'd written happy 7 months on it with a heart and his name at the bottom. He actually had legible handwriting, unlike most of the guys he knew. He actually wrote more legibly than some girls he knew as well. That just added to the argument of Channing always calling him a girl. It really got annoying after a while, and he didn't ever get that when he hit him in the back of the head that was signaling him to shut up. He waited impatiently for her to open the door. He was usually patient, but he was so anxious to see Victoria.

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WORD COUNT 475
LYRICS: joshua radin
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