He Is My Everything (Dove Cameron)

[Thehouseofweird]

The following is a work of fiction, none of the events have ever occurred. If you take offense to this story, you might be on the wrong site.

He Is My Everything

By The House of Weird

Staring Dove Cameron

Codes: con, MF, Inter.

As told from the point of view of Dove...


He is my everything...

Our love was forever as he held me in his arms, blessing me with his affection. The feeling of him beside me was all I could ask for. My love for him felt endless... but then I wake up; cold and alone at the thought of what was better times. Before everything went wrong and my heart was broken. Days had past, and my pajamas began to small like socks as I awake on the couch, after falling asleep the night before watching The Office for the hundredth time. The box of mushroom and sausage pizza from last night still open on the coffee table as I wipe fresh tears from my eyes. I always hated mushrooms but he loved them so I couldn't help but get them. Any sane person would say this was unhealthy; but everyone who knew love understood. Struggling to live on, I couldn't care less if some smart ass blogger would start calling me a hot mess. The only thing I believe to be perfect... was gone..

He was my everything, my heart and soul had belonged to him. But today was another day I hated, another day without him in my life. His voice still playing though my mind as the rain came from the sky. Even the gates of heaven were mourning for him, the rain only hiding the tears I had. 'It would be alright' they said, 'you'll find love again' they said. Only lies and false hope as the only thing I wanted was my lover, my best friend, my husband to be...

He was my everything, from the moment he got on one knee I knew I wanted to stay with him forever. All the way until the accident, he and I, were just meant to be. Life, and a car crash said otherwise; and took him away from me. For weeks I had cried more than I had ever before, wishing for a reason to live other than because he would want me too. Because even if he'd want me to live on... life felt meaningless without him.

He was my first true love, and I wanted him to be my ONLY true love. Three years we were together, three years we were in love. Until now those three years were the greatest years of my life. And now I can never look back at them. Not without sadness. The lack of food in the fridge finally made me have some sort of contact with the outside world, only through a app that would send someone to shop for me. I probably ordered just a little too much ice cream but at least I had no need to leave my home for a while. An hour past, maybe two, or it could have only felt like an hour, for I soon heard my doorbell ring and convinced myself to get off the couch no less just to get to the door. What greeted me was the man with my food order, and his name was Jordan.

He was like anyone else. His physic and posture showed him unsure of me, most likely from my long worn out pj's as I had on, and him bringing my delivery at 3 in the afternoon. His face while keeping a simple smile, was as if he was trying to figure out why I was crying. I wouldn't blame him if it were a different reason but I understood why he chose to ask if I was ok. Was I ok? No. Did I have to tell another person that? Probably not. Did I still tell him I was mourning? Oddly yes. But the thing that stood out to me as I briefly told him about my fiancée, he just stood there and nodded, as if he knew what I was going through and didn't try to tell me it would be better. Instead he just told me the best thing to do is to just talk to someone. No trying to say you're okay or attempt to move on just, let someone in on how you feel. I thanked him for the food and he started to leave. Yet I couldn't take what he said off my mind, I could just talk to my mom since she lost dad all those years ago but on the other hand... no what am I thinking? I can't just do that, can I? For an unknown reason, I walked out to follow him to speak with him for another minute.

He had me shocked, I was crying my eyes out one minute and now here I am in the middle of a Diner eating a stack of pancakes with a strange black man I've only just met. Granted I have nothing against black people I just wasn't expecting this to be my evening. I could only just talk about my life with Thomas before his death and how it's been maybe forever since I've had a proper conversation. All while Jordan just sat and listen to me ramble as he ate away at turkey club. I tried moving the conversation to him as I poured more syrup on my pancakes as he tried to make me keep talking and get it all out. I just couldn't help but ask how did he know so much about loss? He understood why I asked and told me his tale of losing a loved one.

He was her everything, she was his whole life. They were together in more ways than one since they were kids. They were best friends before dating and boyfriend and girlfriend before husband and wife. Jordan told me about his Elizabeth and how for most of his life he would do anything for her. So when she was struck with cancer, he was heartbroken. They tried to treat it but she succumbed to her illness and had past away nearly two years ago. Suddenly a lot about him made sense now, he knew my pain and was willing to help. It was nice but I still wanted a warm blanket and my pajamas again. We exchange numbers before going our separate ways later that night, and for once in a long time, I didn't feel like wanting to die.

He did a number on me that was for sure, I woke up in my own bed as a change of pace from my couch. A hot shower soon followed as I tried to make myself decent. The water hitting my skin felt nice as I rubbed my soap covered hands over my body. My mind went back to Jordan, and how our conversation helped more than I imagined. I almost felt happy thinking about him, but the thought passed as I finished my shower. Sweat pants and an over sized sweatshirt, were my clothing pics for the day, as I tried to at least walk outside my home to get some natural sun. I shot him a text as I did my best to walk about, his response was quick and he was happy I was up and about before 3 this time. Our texting soon became calling and the next thing I knew, we set up a time to get coffee just to talk. It didn't phase me one bit that I was willing to meet someone who was still a stranger to me for coffee, but this was what I needed. Just being able to talk to someone instead of mopping around all day. Regardless of what I thought of him he was right, I actually do feel a bit better...who knew.

He was my closet friend in need of chatting. It had been three weeks since I first met Jordan, the pain of crying all day long was going away. I remember calling my mom after pulling myself together. She was happy I was feeling better and off my feet, though surprised at how close I was to this new guy Jordan. Realizing how quickly I let him into my life I debated over if I should slow down our friendship and keep it casual. It only lasted half a day as even he noticed how different I acted around him. I couldn't even blame myself for it, cause in a few short weeks I kinda looked up to him in a weird way. And not just because he was taller than me. But his nice build and charming looks weren't what I was looking for in him, I was letting him into my life because he was someone who knew pain and cared about it. I doubt he sees me as his famous friend or even his cute friend. He just sees me as, well, me.

He was a good friend. Months had past and now no one even remembers how terrible I was in the beginning, at least till now. Jordan after weeks of convincing me to let go finally got what he asked and now I was preparing for a photo shoot. The first one I did in a long time, with it a interview would be included where I'd finally open up on what I went through four months ago. How I handled the loss of my fiance. He was my everything, I told the reporter. The person I'd spend my days with from morning till night, we were inseparable as the world knew and now that months later, after he was gone forever, my heart has felt heavy from keeping everything in. Like keeping a secret from your best friend that no matter how much you want to you can never tell. Because if they knew, you'd lose that friend forever. But now, I was feeling better; yes I still miss him, but I'm sure he wouldn't want me to mourn over him for the rest of my life. I loved him, but I can't be in love with the dead for the rest of my life.

He was my everything...was, being the proper term for it. I visited his grave once more on what would be our fourth anniversary. The sun shining just enough to keep the rain away, and long enough for me to say farewell, I'm not sure if a goodbye to a tombstone would seem appropriate; least not today of all days. The sound of water hitting the rooftop above filled the background in the diner I was at. An old favorite of mine playing over the radio. The sandwich I ordered while delicious no doubt I hadn't felt the urge to eat. At least, not since going to the cemetery this morning. The brisk chill of the outdoors came in with every open and closing of the entrance, with the bell above ringing each time, I had only passed it off as background noise until he came in. Jordan had found me biding my time, nursing a cola and stareing at a ham sandwich, a few potato chips eaten on the side but little food consumed. He didn't judge me, just asked of he could join, reluctantly I said yes. For I needed the company, but wasn't in a talking mood. We sat in silence, with the exception of eating, but we sat together none the less. It was nice, almost satisfyingly enjoyable, I was very much a talker but, not talking was what I needed more.

He was kind and lighthearted, regardless of his past loss he never seemed keen on reminiscing on what he lost. Until one day, half a year after we first met, he felt pain. He came to me in my new apartment, a change in scenery from my once shared home with my late fiance. The small talk was fine but he felt off throughout the conversation, I pressed on but he would not budge. I told him either tell me what's wrong or leave for the evening, to which he finally broke down. His sister in law from his marriage called, she had found something in her late sisters stuff, something he needed to see. Jordan held what it was in his hand, to which I knew his panic and new face of agony, a face I wish never to see on him again.

He was a father. There was no doubt, the sonogram in his hand showed the date and name of the mother, it was his late wife, his best friend, the mother of his child. We didn't know why she never told him he had a kid, but the rest of the documents explained. She had planned to surprise him one day, wait until a bump was noticeable and reveal possibly the gender of his new baby. But there was a problem that occurred, she lost it. She lost the baby before she could react. For a month and a half she had a child, for a month and a half they both had a child. The doctor recommend she try to avoid being pregnant again, for she her womb was so unprepared, she was lucky to be pregnant that long to begin with, in short: she could not bare children.

He always wanted a family. It was a dream of his to have one day, to come home and a gaggle of children running up to give daddy a hug after a long days work, toys all over the place and a random sock of his turned into a puppet. He wanted to have his wife lay her head on his shoulder and the kids on the floor as they watched their favorite show together for the hundredth time that week. He wanted all of that, so he knew why she never told him, why she never mentioned being pregnant, because she knew if he discovered he had a child, he would be heartbroken. A few years leaking from his eyes, his heart really was broken, I never saw him cry before, I hope it'd be the last. I didn't know what to say, all I could do, was hug him. We hugged for a while, his pain slowly healed by just the comfort of someone caring for him. I didn't know what would happen from then on, all I knew, was we needed each other more than we thought.

He needed time to heal from his surprise. But Jordan did all he could to continue to support me. Time went on and even after death struck again, we handled it together. Yes, it was sad losing a close friend, but I was better at coping with it, and Jordan made it easier too. But now, I don't know. The time came for it to happen, the one year anniversary of my fiance's death. There I was, sitting at another booth at the same diner I keep going to, a proper dinner in front of me, and I didn't feel lonely. I mean, I did, but not for the reason I thought. Jordan came soon afterwards, he knew today was the day, and offered to be there for me. Offered to walk me home too, because he thought I'd be a little nervous driving home. He asked if I felt lonely today, I told him no, buy because I never felt lonely with him near me. Rhetorical answer yes, but definitely true, I just couldn't help myself. His charm and kindness have really helped over the last year, keeping me close to the ground again; helping me feel alive. We chatted till we reached my place, Jordan turned to leave but I stopped him, I wasn't ready to be alone again. Oh god why did I miss him? Or why did I hold on to his arm longer than I should?

He stayed, all night, his warmth beside me in my bed felt nice. Waking up before him, I admired his body and made little circles on his chest with my finger, his physic much different from my fiance's. The skin on skin contact felt pleasant, his more rough arms and chest felt nice against my more soft and fragile skin, my breasts in particular almost complimenting his darker tone skin with my porcelain white tits. Our naked bodies untangled within our sleep, but are actions getting there were when awake. It began with a innocent look, a look that turned to desire, we didn't know what hit us, what made us find one another in this new light. But as our lips met one another's, and we kissed for the first time, our bodies took over, and we just went for what felt right.


He swept me up in his arms, my legs straddling his hips while we entered my appartment. Our lips never leaving as we kissed passionately through the living space, only stopping to remove our shoes. Popping me onto the bed Jordan took the chance to start stripping of his clothes, a notion I also took removing my own shirt before he pounced me. I remember our clothes being discarded completely, I remember seeing his breathtaking cock and how hard it was. I remember his tender lips sucking in my breasts with such vigor my nipples never felt better in my life. And I remember my new lover, placing me down on my back and easing his way atop me, feeling his motions as, with one careful stroke; he entered me for the first time. I remember his girth causing great pleasure from his intent to make love to me as passionately as possible, his slow thrusts within my vaginal walls and his hand kneading my breasts in a soft but effective matter. Eyes closed from how intense it felt, I could feel Jordan's lips kissing my neck avoiding the chance of leaving marks on my gentle skin. Soon, I felt it. After what felt like hours of love making, I achieve orgasm.

He used to pleasure me all the time, my fiance did. His member was smaller but his tongue was amazing. But after his death, I almost forgot the feeling of sex, the touch of my clit being toyed with, the joy of cumming from such pleasure you couldn't hold it any longer. The first orgasm I had in over a year, made me cry out of relief, as if this was the one thing missing in my life that I never fulfilled. And my convulsing state of orgasm, with my eyes rolling back in intensity, Jordan could only hold his orgasm for so long after that. And soon after he came, he came and he came, if he too had not had an orgasm in a long long time. Despite how vanilla one could describe our position and acts, it was the best sex I have had in what felt like years. Our newfound love took over us that night, and we enjoyed every minute of it. Which brings us to now, my head resting next to his heart, and his hand playing with my hair the morning after our love session.

He was more than a friend to me now, I could feel his cock begin to grow along my leg as we kissed once again. We knew it was different then before, but we accepted this new sense of love between us. I had no plans that day, and Jordan called in sick. So when I moved to straddle him, easing his cock into my pussy once more, his could not help but grab my heart shaped ass, and let me ride him for who knows how long. Even when we left my room for coffee, we still remained unclothed as I poured each of us a cup, his eyes never leaving my body and mine not helping but stare at his. Our small talk only simple, for we didn't quite know where to go next with our sexual relationship. Both of our pasts led to a lack of sex in one another's lives and we already had a good thing going as friends. But as we kept talking, and our bodies became closer together, and my hand reached to grab his cock while I leaned to kiss him, we both knew; our relationship was better now.

He became more than a friend that day. Weeks past and we discovered each other's bodies in more ways then one. The feeling of his cock stretching my insides, filling me deeply, was like no other experience I ever had before. Our bodies were one, Jordan's penis was mine, and my vagina was his. Apart they were lonely, together they made the perfect paring. Soon he moved in with me, soon we had our special nights be every day. We were lovers by night, and lovers by day. The world soon learned of course of our relationship, but we didn't care. Weeks turned into months, in turn became years. For thee years later, when the anniversary of my late fiance's death looms over, I no longer feel pain. Three years after his death, I'm happily moved on, something he would have wanted me to do. Two years after that night, Jordan celebrated this anniversary by licking my clit. My moans of pleasure only letting him on as I sat on the couch naked awaiting his tongue within my folds. A third orgasm later, he kissed his way up, from my now glistening vagina, and up my five month baby bump, he made his way to kiss my lips. And I kissed my new fiance back. Jordan held me in his arms, his hand rubbing my belly, his joy of soon becoming a father sent him over the moon, his life long dream was becoming a reality. My baby girl growing inside me, we kissed once more as our once friendly hang outs all those years ago, mourning over what I might never have again, had become everything I ever wanted and more. Our lifes were together, our future was for us to take on, and our soon to he child would be the product of our love. Now I know, that I didn't lose all that I cared for when death hit my past memories. Because now, I have Jordan, the man I needed in my life. For he...

...He is my everything.