|One| Those Dang Gay Parades

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This is going to hold some stereotypical views of homosexuals so be warned! It is coming from a pastor’s son after all!

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Chesney’s Pov

“Twelve holy disciples of Christ, twelve holy disciples! Write one down, pass it around, eleven holy disciples of Christ,” we, my parents and I, sung whilst on our long drive to San Francisco, Californina from Virginia. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the name, Peter, before handing it to my mother in the front seat. She gasped, turning around and giving me an incredulous look.

“You always pick the easiest one, give me a chance why don’t ya,” She teased while playfully glaring at me, her southern accent coming out. My father chuckled from the front driver’s seat at my mom’s complaining.

“Sorry mom, but all is fair in love and war. Also road games,” I stated, winking, and she turned back around in her seat getting ready to start singing but suddenly the car slowed down, pulling to a stop. I looked around at the stopped traffic before glancing out the window to see why we had been delayed. Oh boy, I had a feeling that this would happen eventually. Not so soon though.

“A gay parade, really? What has the world come to? It’s bad enough that they can marry legally now but they also get to parade around in skimpy thongs with rainbow colors splashed all over them,” My dad groaned, leaning his arm on the side of his door and laying his head in his palm.

“This world is going to hell in a handbag,” my mom whispered and I nodded in agreement. I don’t have anything personally against Gays, but what they’re doing isn’t something I find agreeable.

I heard my mom scream from the front and I heard a solid thud as someone jumped onto the top of our car. I looked out the front window to see a shirtless, pants-less man in a thong dancing on the hood. My dad pounded on the horn and the dancing man jumped in slight terror.

“Get off of my car,” my dad shouted and the man held up his middle digit before hopping off and running back into the parade.

“Faggots,” my dad mumbled under his breath and my mom gasped, astonished by his colorful use of vocabulary. I just brushed it off, that’s part of the common vernacular at my school, nothing new to me.

“Randall,” my mom exclaimed and he rolled his eyes, sighing deeply.

“Sorry, Vanessa, but you know how I get about these people. Their unnaturalness, it’s infuriating. The way they prance around sinning everyday, knowing that they’re destined for hell, it’s sickening,” my dad responded, switching into pastor mode as I liked to call it and my mom slowly nodded. Eh, he does have a point, but some gay people are pretty nice. It’s all in perspective.

“That’s true but they are human. Even if you don’t like them, you’re required by law and God to at least respect them,” Mom stated and my dad huffed angrily. Exactly, I may not approve of their choice of lifestyle but it’s not mine to argue with. It’s not my life.

“Guys, can we just take the detour and go to the hotel,” I questioned and my dad sighed, putting the car in reverse before turning for the detour. I let down my window slightly to enjoy the Californian air and inhale the scent of ocean water as we picked up speed going down the road. This is the place, for sure.

“What exactly was that hotel’s name,” my father questioned as we pulled into a parking space and I pulled out my planner.

“Um, L’élégant, I believe,” I told him and he groaned, smacking his hand into his forehead.

“God bless,” he angrily breathed, striking the steer wheel. I raised an eyebrow at his random burst of anger before seeing how long the line was inside the hotel. Dang it.

“Let’s just hope they still kept our reservation,” he said and we climbed out of the car whilst grabbing my bags. It’s going to be hard living here without my parents but they can’t handle living here, it’s way too chaotic for them.

“Let get going before the line gets any longer,” my dad grumbled and we hurried across the parking lot along with the busy road, stopping in front of the grand hotel. I sighed deeply as I realized the size of the line. There had to be at least forty people ahead of us! And to only make matters worst, they were obviously there for the gay parade, if their rainbow colored outfits and flamboyant way of speaking was anything to go by.

Normally, I wouldn’t really mind their presence, but I really didn’t feel like listening to my dad’s constant whining. Not to mention that most of those guys were musclier than Samson and could probably squash my father, literally. Luckily, he settled with just wearing his cross necklace today and not his pastor’s robe. That could’ve ended badly.

“Oh look at that one,” one of the men in front of us said while pointing to a skinny male with a unicorn horn and tail, and, of course, without pants but a thong instead. He was dancing on a float, quite provocatively, his fake tail flying in the wind while other men cheered.

“Damn, the things I would do to him,” one replied and his friends chuckled, still staring at the unicorn boy. I stifled a laugh at their conversation but dad turned around, his back to them.

“I would do some things to. I would pray for him while dunking him in holy water,” he whispered and my jaw dropped as the guys in front of us seemed to hear his little joke.

“Hey buddy, you got a problem,” a tall, 6’3 guy inquired while stepping up to my dad’s measly 5’7 form. My dad gulped, looking up at the gargantuan man.

“Nope, no problem here. Please, continue,” my dad replied and the guy nodded, still glaring, before turning back to his friends. Great, this is going to be the longest wait of my life. Even longer than waiting for those stupid ads on YouTube to end.

Finally, after two excruciating hours of waiting in line, we made it to the front desk. The hotel was extravagant, to say the least, and so were the workers. They all had a certain air about them that made you want to sell all of your stuff and buy an Armani suit so you didn’t look underdressed. The worst one of all was the manager. He had a gold plated necklace, a huge blue diamond ring, and an Armani suit with his initial embroidered on it.

“Next,” he said in his nasally voice and I gulped. I walked up to the front desk and he made a face as if he just tasted something foul. Okay, I know I may look a little out of place in my red skinny jeans and grey sweater but c’mon, at least I’m not in a pair of speedos and socks like most of these people!

“May I help you? Perhaps you’re lost? Le Goodwill is on the opposite of town, next,” the man shouted and I gasped. Excusez-moi?

“No, no, sir, I’m here to check in. My parents made a reservation for a suite,” I hastily told him and he raised an eyebrow questioningly before sighing.

“Fine, I’ll check the system. What is your name,” he asked and I sighed in relief.

“It’s Chesney Thompson,” I answered and he quickly keyed it in. A beeping sound came from the computer and he smiled at me snakily. Oh no.

“I’m so sorry Monsieur but it seems as if you came behind the appointed hour. We had to give your room to someone else,” he told me, grinning evilly, and my jaw dropped for the second time today. No way, this is happening! The rainbow paint fumes must be messing with my head or something because there’s no way he just said that they gave my room away.

“Daddy,” I screamed gaining the attention of my father as well as the attention of many more masculine, gay men. Why would they-, oh. Never mind.

“What’s going on over here, Chesney,” my dad asked me, tapping on my shoulder from behind me and I almost screamed again thinking it was one of the other “daddies” in the room.

“The reservation was given away,” I told him, almost hyperventilating from my panic. He put an arm around me to comfort me but that just made me breath harder, he’s so embarrassing!

“You did what,” he shouted, gaining even more attention but the man remained calm before coolly replying.

“I recommend you lower your tone of voice, before trying to speak to me again or I will call security. Now, I was just telling Mr. Humidifier here, your reservation was appointed for an hour ago but you were not here, thus we gave it away as per the guidelines,” the manager said, his styled black hair falling in his eyes slightly.

“But we were here! We were outside because of that dang line,” my father explained and the manager shrugged.

“Can you prove it? And even if you could, were you inside the building,” he questioned and before my dad could answer, only managing to open his mouth, he was interrupted.

“Let me answer that for you, you weren’t. Now please, I have a job to do and you have another hotel to look for,” the manager icily told us and my dad glared at him before we walked away.

“I’ll be sure to keep him in my prayers, he needs it,” my dad declared angrily and I rolled my eyes. He needs more than a prayer if you ask me.

“So now what do we do,” my mom questioned as we walked out of the hotel and my father shrugged.

“Look for another hotel,” he suggested and we nodded, walking back to the car. That seems like the logical answer, honestly, how hard could it be to find a hotel?

As it turns out, finding a hotel is pretty dang hard to do. Hours of searching, for no avail. Countless hours of waiting in seemingly endless lines of people only contributed to frustrate us as we hit every hotel in the city. From five star to one star, we searched but not a one had any available space.

“This is the only place I could find that is still open for residence,” my father said pulling into a residential home and parking. I looked at the house, suspiciously before turning towards my dad.

“What are we doing at some random house,” I asked and he sighed, rubbing his temples.

“Like I said, this is the only place availiable. It’s called, “The Apartment,” even though it’s only a normal two-story house, seems a bit ironic to me, but whatever. Let’s just get this over with,“ he said, stepping out of the car and I followed his lead, grabbing my bags. I groaned as I lifted them, my muscles sore from having to carry them from hotel to hotel all day.

We walked up the small set of wooden stairs before knocking on the front door. We waited forever for an answer but it never came.

“How much longer, my arms can’t last this long,” I whimpered and my dad rolled his eyes, patting me on the back.

“You’ll be alright, you could use the muscle. You’re a little scrawny,” he told me, chuckling, and I narrowed my eyes. I most certainly will not be alright, thank you. I think I know when my body has had enough. Even though I said all of that in my mind, I still continued to hold the bags. I’m a daddy’s boy, sue me! Not really though, I’m not sure if that first hotel ever gave us a refund or not.

“Knock again, dear,” my mom said and my dad went to knock just as the door opened, he didn’t stop in time and ended up knocking on the guys chest. The guy glared at my father, his styled dirty blonde hair glistening in the light. He had on a black tank top and loose fitting jeans. He had that whole, don’t piss me off vibe, and he wasn’t afraid to show it.

“Oops, sorry there! I’m Randall, the man you spoke with on the phone. I’m here to get my son, Chesney, a room in your fine establishment, sir.” My father stated, retracting his hand from the man’s well-formed chest and the man smiled, looking more amiable than before.

“Oh Randall! Yeah, yeah, c’mon in,” he said opening the door widely for us to walk in. We went inside and I immediately noticed how loud the television was, that’s probably why he didn’t hear us knocking.

“So you have the money, right,” the man in the tank top asked and my father nodded, handing him what looked to be eighteen hundred dollars.

“Ok this needs to be payed monthly for him to stay, understand,” The man declared and my dad nodded, agreeing to the deal. My mom looked at him incredulously and I was right there with her. Yeah, please don’t sue me. Please?

“Okay, now that that’s covered, what up Chesney, you excited about living here bro,” the guy asked, slinging an arm around my shoulder and when he did, I was instantly hit with the scent of cigarette smoke. I had to hold my breath as the offending scent assaulted my nostrils and I forced a smile, nodding to answer his question. My parents smiled at me before my mom rushed over, hugging me.

“I love you so much sweetie! Have fun, and make us proud! Make sure to call me every once in a while! We’ll be sure to visit you when we can,” she told me and my dad chuckled.

“Vanessa, let the kid breathe a little. Son, we love you and make sure you’re safe. Also, don’t forget to set up your scripture a day calendar,” he told me handing me the calendar and I laughed, nodding at him. They waved once more before walking out of the house, shutting the door. I picked up my suitcases and the man in the tank top grabbed a few for me, lifting them with ease.

“Well, let’s get you moved in! You ready to meet your roommates,” he inquired and I almost dropped my bags. Roommates?

“Did you say, Roommates?” I asked him and he chuckled.

“Yeah, me and six others, you’ll love them,” he told me and I felt faint. Eight people living in one, single, two-story house. This requires some serious prayer.

And with that, ends the first installment of "Sinful Temptations!" How'd you like it? I rather enjoyed writing this whole interaction between characters! 

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# |Two| Not My Problem

"The important thing is not the object of love, but the emotion itself."

~ Gore Vidal

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~Chesney's Pov~

"You okay there man? You don't look so good," the guy questioned, and I blinked my eyes repeatedly, trying to keep myself from fainting. I finally nodded and we began up the steps. Eight men in 
one 
house? How the heck is that supposed to work? Let's just hope I have some decent roomma- 

"Oh fuck! Yeah, right there baby! Pound that ass," I heard a feminine but male voice scream and I stumbled, grabbing onto the staircase rail for support. Guess that answers that.

"Whoa, dude! Ha, what's up with you," The manager questioned and I shakily stood to my feet before deadpanning.

"What's 
up, dude, 
is that there seems to be two hyenas mating upstairs," I stated and just then a loud scream followed by a series of grunts sounded from the room. Seriously, please just tell me that someone is watching animal planet with the volume all the way up.

"Ha, all I hear is the sound of dollar bills, now let's get you settled in your room with Dakota before the next cash inflow," he winked at me, making goosebumps rise on my skin. Dollar bills? I shook the thought out of my mind as we continued our trek up the stairs. I closed my eyes before slowly peeking as we reached the second floor. I released a sigh of relief as I realized that all the doors were closed, thankfully. Wait, the doors were closed? And I 
still 
heard the moans and screams that clearly, God bless.

We approached a solid oak door and I stared at it, wondering what actions could be taking place behind. Luckily, I didn't hear any strange sounds or beastly groaning so that's a good sign. 

"Go ahead, Dakota won't bite. Well maybe if you steal his food, don't do that by the way," the manager told me and I made a mental note. I took a deep breath before grasping the door handle, turning it slowly before pushing the door open, revealing one bed, a leather couch, a TV, and an ominous looking pile of stuffed animals that seemed to be breathing. Yeah, I think when there are toys breathing, it's time to go.

"Yeah, I'm outta here," I said and the manager stopped me, placing his hands on my shoulders. Oh my god, this is going to end like that creepy movie with the motel owner!

"Wait, why? What happened," he questioned and I pointed at the still breathing pile of stuffed animals. And he raised a brow before chuckling. He patted my shoulder and walked inside towards the pile. Oh well, his funeral. 

He slowly walked up next to the pile before shifting one of the toys and suddenly, in a plushy explosion, there was a boy and he was glaring at the manager from his position on the couch. Oh so it was the boy that was breathing, 
not 
the toys. That's a relief, I thought I was going to have to use my non-existent karate skills on these guys. 

"Ugh, Caspar, what do I always tell you about waking me up when I'm napping, 
don't 
do it! And yet, you do it anyways," the boy stated and the manager, Caspar chuckled. 

"I just thought you'd like to meet your new roommate, Chesney, but if you don't, I'll just tell him to go," Caspar stated, shrugging nonchalantly. Oh sweet baby Jesus, please! I'm perfectly fine with leaving this place. 

"New roommate, oh my gosh! Why didn't you tell me sooner? Ugh, I'm not exactly decent," he said blushing and running to his closet but that didn't stop me from noticing what he was wearing. Not decent, was right. He was wearing what appeared to be women's lace panties, just what have I gotten myself into.

"Heh, don't worry you look cute," Caspar said, walking over and spanking his behind. I covered my eyes and I heard as a hard slap met with someone's face. I uncovered my eyes slightly and I gasped as I took in the situation. Dakota had his eyes narrowed pointedly at Caspar and Caspar had a bright, red mark along the right side of his face. Oh snap, I think things might've just gotten real. I was schooled in a Christian academy so fights never happened, so I'm not really sure how to react at the moment. 

"Caspar, I told you, stop touching me like that. I'm not like all of your other whores you drag in and out of here," Dakota said and my eyes widened. Goodness, Dakota isn't holding back. Caspar, chuckled before walking towards me. I moved out of the way so he could walk out of the room and he turned around, winking at Dakota while holding his stinging cheek.

"You're right, you're much cuter," he flirted, flicking his tongue before leaving the room completely. Dakota groaned before sliding on a pair of pajamas with bunnies covering them. I was still shocked at the confrontation that just went down before my eyes so, naturally, I was still standing in the doorway, mouth open like a fish out of water.

"Heh, dude, you may want to close your mouth before Caspar or even worse, Calixto, come in here. They'll find things to do with that mouth you probably didn't know were physically possible," Dakota giggled, walking over to his bed and sitting down, Indian style. I hurriedly shut my mouth, looking behind myself as I walked inside the room. I glanced around the room and noticed the various stickers on the wall. I raised a questioning brow at them but didn't question him about them. 

"We can just hang up your clothes in the closet, is that cool," Dakota asked me, standing from his bed and I nodded stiffly. He rolled his eyes at me before strutting past me and shutting the door. Oh God, I made him angry. 

"Ok, you, on the bed now," he commanded and I gulped, dropping my stuff. I followed his orders and climbed on the bed, putting my butt in the air. If I'm going to get raped, maybe he'll be gentler if I don't struggle as much. I heard as he approached me slowly and I waited for the sound of his zipper or the feeling of his hands on my body but they never came. I peeked one eye open, looking behind my body to see he was struggling to hold in his laughter.

"Um, what are you doing," I questioned him and his laughter overtook his body. 

"What am 
I 
doing? I think it's better if I ask what are 
you 
doing," he asked me chuckling and I sat up, tilting my head in confusion.

"Aren't you going to you know, have your way with my body," I struggled to say, a blush appearing on my cheeks and he stared at me before bursting into another round of laughter.

"Dude, not 
all 
gay guys are sex crazed fiends, I'm not going to "have my way with you" by any means! I just wanted to talk, dude," he told me, giggling, and he climbed onto the opposite end of the bed. Oh, well, that's embarrassing. 

"So what are you doing here in San Francisco? I'm guessing you're not here for all of the Pride Parades that are going on," Dakota inquired and I scoffed.

"Of course not, those things are the very reason why I'm 
here 
and not at that cushy hotel, l'élégant," I complained and he chuckled, leaning back on his arms.

"Eh, believe me, you're better off here. They have nice penthouses but they also hound you to attend their stupid meetings and gatherings, it fucking sucks," he replied, not sounding too fond of the hotel.

"Don't take this as rude but, how exactly do you know? You sound like you've stayed there before," I stated, it just didn't seem like he was the type of person to stay in a hotel like that.

"Nah it's cool, I used to stay there but I don't now. Nothing more to the story," he shrugged and I nodded, not the least bit convinced. There 
had 
to be more to the story, there always is. 

"Enough about me, you never did answer why you're here in California," Dakota said and I gave him a half-smile along with a small, breathy chuckle.

"I'm here to 
try 
and make something out of myself by becoming an author. It's a long shot but I heard California was the place to go if you're an aspiring writer," I explained and he nodded. 

"Well you heard right, California is after all, a land of creativity," he told me and just then, knocking sounded on the door. Dakota sighed before standing up and getting the door, pulling it open to reveal a man with shining green eyes and styled blonde hair. The man glanced around the room before his eyes landed on me. He smirked at me, licking his lips, and I looked away, slightly creeped out by his analyzing gaze.

"Calixto, stop staring at him like a lion eyeing a piece of steak. He's not interested, now, what did you want," Dakota questioned and the man chuckled.

"Well I 
did 
want to tell you that dinner was ready, but 
now 
I think I want some of that cutie sitting on your bed. Whatcha say sexy, you trying to sleep in my room tonight," he asked me and I shook my head hastily, almost giving myself whiplash. I was terrified of being taken by the scrawny guy that Dakota was, no way am I letting that walking wall of muscle anywhere near me. 

"Aw, that's too bad. But don't worry, soon you'll be begging for me to-" he was cut off by Dakota groaning and shutting the door on him. Dakota rolled his eyes as we heard his fading laughter as he walked away from the door. 

"That's Calixto, don't worry, you'll get used to his bullshit. He always comes off strong like that, the hardest thing is having the willpower to not fall into his trap," Dakota warned and he grabbed my arm, pulling me up from the bed. 

"Now, let's go get dinner," He told me and I sighed. Well, I guess that also means it's time to meet the other roommates. 

"Fine, if I have to," I whined and he chuckled, walking out of the door with me following him after him.

"That's the spirit," he cheered and I laughed slightly. We walked down the small hallway before going downstairs, turning right, and heading into the dining room. 

"Yo, yo, yo bitches! What's for dinner," Dakota exclaimed as he walked in and I looked around at the empty table. Well, that was unexpected.

"Pizza," Caspar said from behind us and I jumped, frightened. Considering the sexuality of the three guys I've met in the house, I don't want 
anyone 
sneaking up behind me. 

"Calm down, man. It's just Caspar being an ass," Dakota glared at Caspar making him chuckle as he placed three boxes of pizza on the table, taking a seat. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Anyways, the others will be here soon, I just talked to them," He told us and we nodded, taking our seats as well. We heard footsteps coming downstairs and I watched as the guy from before, Calixto, kissed some tiny male on the lips before opening the door for him, shutting it back after the guy was gone. He pulled out some cash from his pocket before walking into the dining room and handing it to Caspar.

"Heh, nice, bro! You must've made them one satisfied customer," Caspar smirked and Calixto chuckled.

"I always do," he stated, winking at me and I scoffed, looking away. As if. Just then, the door opened and a guy with diamond studded sunglasses walked in. He didn't say anything, just took one look at the pizza and grimaced.

"Seriously, you animals are really consuming that filth," he incredulously asked and Dakota chuckled.

"If this is filth, call me a trashcan because this stuff is the shit," he chuckled and the man scoffed.

"Bello, I ordered your pampered ass a salad. It's in the fridge next to the beers," Caspar stated and the guy in shades, Bello, sighed in relief before strutting into the kitchen. Wow, diva much?

"Where's the damn thousand island," he shouted and Caspar groaned.

"I thought you liked Ranch," he said from behind his teeth and Bello slammed the fridge door.

"That was 
last 
week! This week, it's thousand island, God," he complained and I heard as he squirted some ranch on his salad before he walked out of the kitchen. 

"You gonna eat with us," Calixto questioned and Bello turned around, salad dressing on his lips.

"No, Caspar pissed me off. I'm eating in my room," Bello declared and he left the room, going up the staircase. Caspar groaned and the rest of us laughed, including me. 

"That brat is going to be the death of me, I swear," he whispered and before anyone could reply, the front door opened again. I turned around to see a huge, huge, guy standing in the doorway. He had biceps that size of my head and calves the size of melons! 

"Hey Drew, c'mon dude! Sit down and eat with us," Dakota said but the guy had earbuds in so he didn't hear a word Dakota said. He just walked over to the table, stuck a piece of pizza in his mouth before grabbing the whole box, carrying it out the door. Well, there goes one box of pizza. 

"Eh, he does that, he likes to workout constantly at the gym. He's barely here because of it. He mostly comes in to get food before leaving, heading back to the gym," Dakota explained and I nodded. Wow, that explains his ginormous stature and muscles. 

After a few moments, the door opened once again except this time it was slammed angrily by some guy with short hair. The house shook with the force of the slammed door as he stomped towards the dining room. Oh my god, just 
who 
am I living with? He glared at me before grabbing a box of pizza and rushing upstairs, his footsteps thundering throughout the house until the final slamming of what must've been his bedroom door. 

"Damn it Killian, I swear if he breaks anything, I'll-" Caspar started but Calixto cut him off, chuckling.

"You'll do what? You're terrified of the guy. He's a damn steel cage fighter, who wouldn't be. Now let's eat already, Blaise is out drinking again," Calixto stated and Dakota placed a hand on his own forehead. 

"What'd you do this time," he questioned Calixto and the green eyed man shrugged.

"Nothing, you know he can't stand when I have customers over," he explained and Dakota sighed, grabbing a piece of pizza and taking a bite. The others followed his lead and grabbed a piece, eating the food without a care. As if they couldn't tell that their "family" was as dysfunctional as could be. I simply shook off the thought and grabbed a piece of pizza. Not my problem.

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|Three| Be Their Heaven

“Homosexuality is God’s way of insuring that the truly gifted aren’t burdened with children.”

~Sam Austin

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Chesney’s Pov

“I can’t believe you guys only let me have one piece,” I told them, sipping on my Dr. Pepper and they chuckled. Calixto and Caspar ate majority of the pizza whilst Dakota seemed content with his two slices but still, that was one more slice than I had! They didn’t even eat the crusts, throwing them back in the boxes!

“Hey, when you live with six other people, you learn to have a fast hand and a fast mouth, I’m guessing you’re an only child,” Calixto stated laughing and I immediately placed my cup on the dining table before pushing my chair out, standing shakily to my feet. The others looked up at me questioningly, slight concern shining in their eyes.

“I need to go,” I whispered and I walked away from the table before they could question me. I bit down on my bottom lip, holding back tears as I went up the stairs. I won’t shed a tear, I should be over it. I shouldn’t still be hurting over it but I can’t help it.

When I reached the top floor, I opened several different doors in search for a bathroom. I hurried as I felt my tears were winning the battle against my will. I couldn’t let them see me crying, I couldn’t let anyone see me crying. When you cry, it’s giving people the permission to either help you or break you further, most of the time, they’ll choose the latter.

“It’s the third door on the right,” a voice whispered behind me and I turned around to see Dakota watching me with a pitying look. He smiled at me softly and I hastily wiped the tears before heading to the bathroom.

“Wait, what’s wrong? You can tell me, I won’t let the others know if you don’t want them to. I promise,” he pleaded from behind me, following me and I sighed. I paused slightly before pushing open the door, shutting it behind me. I locked the door and I heard Dakota  sigh on the other side.

“Okay, I get it. You don’t want to talk. Just, please, be careful,” he whispered the last part before walking down the hallway, his footsteps echoing until they grew too soft to hear. Finally, I can’t have him knocking. He’d hate me for sure, I’m a murderer.

I sighed, sitting on the side of the bathtub while entwining my fingers in my hair before pulling on the locks softly. I reached through the collar of my shirt, pulling out my locket. I bit my lip as memories came rushing back to me and I opened my locket, revealing my brother and I’s ultrasound scan. Tears stung at my eyes and this time, I couldn’t hold them back.

A soft knock sounded at the door and I sniffed back my tears, wiping my eyes. Dang it, Dakota, I don’t feel like talking.

“Go away, Dakota. I really don’t want to talk about it,” I hoarsely stated and the person on the other side went silent before speaking.

“It’s not Dakota, it’s Calixto. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know that what I said was a touchy subject. Just know, we may not be the closest family, but we’re always here for each other. And we’ll be here for you too,” Calixto’s deep voice rang through clearly and I just stared at the white door until his footsteps led away from the bathroom. They say that now but once they hear about the heinous act I committed, I’m not sure they’ll be able to stick to that promise. How do I know that? I’ve seen it happen before.

Even my parents aren’t completely over it, I know it. I can still see the sadness when they look at me and see what could’ve been. What should’ve been. God is the only one that could truly love me, someone so monstrous as to kill his own twin. He didn’t even get a chance to truly live, to even experience the actual realm of life. I stole that from him, I stole his life before he even new what true life was.

“Hey, Chesney, I wanted to let you know that I’m heading to bed. I’ll just sleep on the couch, you can have the bed. And also, dude don’t be too hard on yourself for whatever is going on. I’ve seen too many people get hurt over things they can’t control, please don’t be one of them,” Dakota begged and I stood up from the tub, taking one last glance at my locket before tucking it safely under my shirt once again. I can’t just leave him out there, worried. I walked to the sink and ran some water before splashing a bit on my face. I dried off with a towel and opened the door, Dakota almost falling inside from leaning on the door, probably trying to eavesdrop. He laughed nervously before scratching at the back of his neck.

“Heh, that’s a little embarrassing,” he mumbled, blushing and I chuckled, a small smile forming on my face.

“A little, if you say so,” I joked and he giggled.

“Hey, watch it, you shouldn’t make fun of the guy who’s room your sharing. I literally know where you live,” he warned, shoving me lightly and he began walking towards the bedroom. I closed the bathroom door before following after him, going inside the bedroom.

“Okay, so you get to have your pick of a plushy, which one do you want,” he told me walking to his extensive collection of stuffed animals and I chuckled nervously.

“Ha, no that’s fine. I’m good man, really,” I told him, holding out my hands in defense and he scoffed, pulling me over to his immense pile of plush creatures. He grabbed a plush and held it next to me before shaking his head and throwing it back into the pile, which I raised a curious eyebrow at. After he repeated the strange ritual numerous times, I decided that I should probably ask him what in God’s name was going on.

“What’re you doing,” I questioned and he picked up a stuffed hedgehog, holding next to me before shaking his head.

“Nah, that one doesn’t match you. I’m trying to find the perfect plush for your personality,” He mused, digging around for another toy. I chuckled, gaining his attention.

“What’s so funny,” he sassed, putting his hands on his feminine hips, a stuffed walrus being gripped tightly in his left hand.

“It’s nothing personal, it’s just, you just met me. There’s no way you could know my personality that well,” I told him and he rose a defiant brow.

“Oh really, I’m guessing that you’re a more of a shy, introverted person but you also enjoy the company of close friends. You’re creative, imaginative, thoughtful, but you’re flaw is your self-critical nature. You believe that everyone is a potential enemy so you’re guarded, which is reasonable, considering you’ve been hurt in the past. How’s that,” he inquired and I blinked my eyes, speechless. Wow, pretty accurate. It kind of sounded like those creepy horoscopes you read online, so accurate it’s scary.

“You, you, how’d you do that,” I excitedly questioned him and he shrugged, throwing the walrus into the pile.

“Eh, it’s a talent. I wanted to be a guidance counselor for years,” he told me and I pursed my lips in thought. He’d make a great one, I can see that much.

“Why didn’t you become one then,” I asked and he sighed, a tired look falling upon his face. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked but it’s too late now.

“It’s a long story,” he mumbled and I placed my hand on his shoulder, giving his shoulder a comforting squeeze.

“I’m willing to listen if you’re willing to tell me,” I told him and he smiled, nodding. He grabbed a pig plush and handed it to me.

“That’s perfect for you,” he whispered, smiling hugely, and I gasped dramatically. A pig? Well, isn’t that just the best thing I’ve ever been called. And to think, I was about to consider us friends.

“Don’t get offended, look deeper. Pigs are smart and sweet creatures. They love their families and protect them. You have to look beyond their covers to see the beautiful creature that’s hidden to the natural eye, see, it’s perfect,” he restated and I took the pig plush, staring at its soft, pink body and shining, black eyes. Hm, I guess there really is always more than meets the eye. He grabbed a stuffed labrador retriever and he grabbed my arm, pulling me to the bed.

“What are you doing,” I questioned. I thought I was supposed to sleep in the bed, not we. I don’t have anything against Dakota, he’s really cool. I just don’t think I’m ready to sleep with him.

“Now that we have our sleeping companions, I thought it’d be a good time for a bedtime story,” he declared and I shrugged, sitting on the bed. He sat down and he crossed his legs, sitting his plush in his lap before twining his fingers together.

“Ooh! I know,” he exclaimed before running towards the door and shutting it. He flicked the lights off before turning on a small green and blue lava lamp. I watched in immense interest as he pulled out a flashlight. Oh my lord, are we telling scary stories? I hate scary stories! Ever since the popcorn incident of ’09, so much melted butter and hot kernels.

“Please don’t be telling a scary story,” I whispered and he chuckled, sitting back on the bed. He flicked it on and held it under his chin, laughing in a fake evil tone. I had to say, it was adorable. Sort of like when sweet, baby kittens try to hiss but fail because of the cuteness they inflict.

“I’m sorry but your wishes will not be granted today, young sir.  Tonight, you will hear the frightening tale, I like to call, “ The Life of Dakota,” he said in a deep voice and he made thunder-like sounds while flailing his arms like they were fireworks. I laughed as he shook the bed with all of his sporadic arm waving and someone knocked on the door.

“Excuse me, I’m trying to get some rest but I can’t because of your loudness! Either you two fuck later or you fuck outside, I’m not listening to this all night,” Bello shouted and I covered my mouth. They thought we were doing that, oh my sweet, baby Jesus.

“Shut up Bello! Go back to getting your beauty sleep! You need it, I’m pretty sure I saw some bags under those eyes,” Dakota shot back and my eyes widened, what a comeback.

“You saw nothing , and even if there were bags under my eyes, and there aren’t, they’d be designer bags! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some sleep to catch up on,” he whispered the last part and we erupted into laughter. Dakota laid back on the bed laughing and he wrapped his arms around his waist, clutching it.

“Oh, it hurts to laugh now,” he said, his laughter calming down and I nodded, agreeing full heartedly. He grabbed his flashlight and held it up once again.

“Now, where were we, oh yes, we were about to immerse into the horrifying tale of Dakota’s life,” he told me, referring to himself in the third person. I shook my head at his silliness before stretching out, anticipating the oh-so-awful tale.

“Our tale begins when the young hero was born. He was born a bit smaller than usual but the doctors said he would be perfectly fine.  And he was. He grew up completely normal, if you asked him. But to his parents, he grew up abnormally. Always playing with dolls and stuffed animals instead of toy cars or dinosaurs. He would always fawn over the Disney princess movies instead of the Transformers or Ben 10 stuff they tried to force him into,” Dakota said, chuckling softly at the memory and I smiled, I can totally see him doing that.

“This cycle continued on for years, with only slight differences. At the age of 11, his parents tried to buy him a skateboard for Christmas but he had his eye on a certain limited edition easy bake set. At the age of 16, his parents offered to let him decorate his room anyway he wanted and he chose to decorate it with posters of his favorite boybands. When he was asked what he wanted to be after college, he answered the question with, Guidance Counselor, it had always been a dream of his but sadly, his parents had other hopes. They told him that they wouldn’t pay for him to go to college for something so pointless so he was forced to give up his dream,” at this point, Dakota’s voice had gone quiet and the mood in the room seemed to grow more somber. No one should ever be forced to give up their dream, it’s not fair in the slightest.

“At the age of seventeen, he told them that he was gay and, to his surprise,  they sent him to California to live with his aunt, the multimillionaire owner of a multinational corporation. She hired the boy in the mailroom but fired him as soon as she found out about him messing around with her cute secretary. Now at the age of 21, his parents still believe that he’s working under his aunt and is essentially make millions when in reality, he’s broke and mooching off of his friends,” he ended and I gulped. That’s, heavy. He’s the exact same age as me and yet, we lead two completely different lives. All because he’s gay and I’m not.

“Woah,” I whispered and he chuckled, standing from the bed. He stretched, his shirt coming up a bit, and I could see a small tattoo on his lower back.

‘In Loving Memory of’

Is all I could make out as he stopped stretching, his shirt covering his tattoo once again.

“Woah, is right. But hey, it’s not as bad as some of the other guy’s stories. We’ve all been through hell but luckily, we get to be each others Heaven,” he stated proudly. I blinked in awe at his statement as he leaped onto the couch.

“Dakota,” I whispered but his only reply was a round of snoring. I bit my lip before standing up from the bed and getting my suitcase. I pulled out a pair of pajamas before changing and climbing into bed, clutching Penny, my stuffed pig, close to my chest. Whilst I slowly fell deeper into my long awaited sleep, my mind was racked with thoughts from what Dakota had just said. Be each other’s Heaven. Interesting.

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# |Four| Wrathful Breakfast

"When I was in the military they gave me a medal for killing two men and a discharge for loving one."~ Leonard P. Matlovich

 

Song- "Be Alright-" Ariana Grande

(Chesney's Pov)

"Mm. Is that sausage," I questioned as I woke up, smelling the sweet scent of maple syrup and sizzling sausage. Mmm, sausage. I raised up from the bed and stretched, yawning. As I slowly opened my eyes, I took in my surroundings before screaming. This isn't my room! My room doesn't have all of these stuffed animals. I jumped as I heard a yawn sound from the couch and a voice soon followed.

"Why are you screaming? Is there a fire or something? Just give me ten more minutes," the voice groaned and I screamed once again. I heard a thud as the person rolled off the couch and stood to their feet, staring at me incredulously. Oh. It's Dakota. Oh, yeah, I moved yesterday, oops?

"Dude, seriously! Did you really forget that you live here now," Dakota questioned, rubbing his forehead and I shrugged, sliding out of bed and standing to my feet. 

"Hey man, don't judge. Yesterday was chaotic and stressful," I told him in my defense and he rolled his eyes. A knock soon fell upon the door and Dakota groaned, picking up his stuffed animals.

"What is it," he called and the person cleared their throats. 

"I was just wondering," the person started off in a sweet, pleasant voice and I thanked God. Hallelujah, I was scared I had made someone angry, phew. 

"Who the actual hell, is screaming like a motherfucking banshee," spoke too soon, that person didn't sound too happy. 

"Blaise? Is that you," Dakota questioned, going to the door and opening it wide. On the other side was a young man with long, shaggy black hair and a lip piercing, his hair was ragged and his eyes were narrowed. 

"Yes, it's me. And who the hell is that? I didn't know you got in on Caspar's business too, I guess I should've saw it coming," Blaise said leaning in the doorway and I rose a brow as I heard 'business,' as far as I knew he didn't have another job besides being a landlord of sorts. 

"Blaise, shut the hell up, okay? Stupid doesn't look good on you. This is another renter, his name is Chesney," Dakota sassed and Blaise smirked, rolling his eyes before looking me up and down.

"Wow, Caspar must really need the money. He's started accepting the street filth," he chuckled and I took a double take. Oh 
I'm 
street filth? Says the kid with a nail pierced through his lip and a head of hair that looks like a dyed black mop. 

"Hey, Chesney, don't listen to him. He's a cranky bitch when he's hungover, okay? And this time I'm guessing you got really drunk considering yesterday would have been your's and Calixto's one month anniversary, too bad you two didn't make it, huh," Dakota taunted, getting in Blaise's face and Blaise turned a deep red in the face. 

"Ugh, shut up! What happened between me and Calixto doesn't concern your slutty ass! I don't appreciate it and I'm sure Derrith didn't either," Blaise told him, smirking, and Dakota's face drained of all color before he ran and grabbed the lamp from his desk. He unplugged it and raised it towards Blaise while the dark haired make simply stared at him in amusement.

"Get the hell out! Get out, you bitch! Don't you ever say his damn name again with that dirty mouth of yours," Dakota yelled, rage filled tears streaming down his face like a river. His knuckles were white as he grasped the lamp, ready to throw it if need be. All I could do was stare in shock at the soon to be MMA fight. 

"Oh poor baby, can't take the truth. Anyways, I smell food, so I'll be leaving you, just like someone else I know," Blaise chuckled and winked, leaving the room. 

"Gah, damn it! I hate that stuck up bitch! I 
so 
didn't need this," Dakota mumbled to himself, placing the lamp on the desk before collapsing back on the couch. I bit my lip and looked towards the door, the smell of food becoming stronger. Oh food, why must you tempt me! God, I want to be a good friend, I do, but that food is singing praises and I wanna join in worship! 

"Dakota," I started and he raised up from the couch.

"Go get some food, Chesney. I'm just going to be here, wallowing in anger and self-pity," he told me deadpanning and I cheered. What a good friend!

"Thank you! Have fun," I cried before running out of the room, into the hall. Food, food! As I was running, I heard a door slam open followed by thunderous footsteps following behind me. 

"Food," a deep voice shouted and I was pushed out of the way, to the ground, as Drew shoved past me in his quest for food. He smiled back at me apologetically but he kept running. Dang it! 

I stood up and dusted myself off just in time for someone else to push me out of the way, Calixto and Caspar raced each other down the hall and Calixto winked back at me making me roll my eyes. Ugh, these guys are animals!

I started down the hallway, again, but this time, I checked my back repeatedly. No more surprise attacks for this guy! Suddenly, I felt a solid thud fall upon the side of my head and I fell over. What the heck? I looked to my left to see the bathroom door now open and Bello looking down at me.

"What the heck man, just knock me out why don't you," I mumbled, rubbing my head and he scoffed. 

"Well next time, don't walk in front of the door, idiot," he told me before walking down the hall, and down the steps. I glared at his fleeting form before standing up from the, luckily, carpeted floor. Since it seemed apparent that most of the food would be gone by the time I got there, I decided to just go ahead and brush my teeth. I ran back to my room and grabbed my toothbrush from my suitcase before looking around for Dakota, but strangely, he was nowhere to be found. I bit my lip thoughtfully before continuing with my morning duties. I went back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, the whole time thinking about how terrible the orange juice will taste after. Eugh.

I decided to take my time this time considering that rushing seemed to get me nowhere but crashing to the floor. 

I walked down the steps, carefully. I looked behind me before shifting my head to the front, holding onto the guard rail for dear life. I'm not getting blindsided this time. 

When I finally reached the bottom of the stairs, I walked around the corner, towards the dining room. Finally, I had the food in my sights! Well, sort of. All I could really see was the back of Drew, Caspar, and Calixto's heads as they chowed down. I walked inside the dining room and looked around for the food, but I didn't see any besides the food already being inhaled by the others. What is this foul trickery? 

"Um, excuse me, there seems to be a problem. You see, there's no food," I stated and the others laughed. Blaise handed me an empty dish, chuckling.

"Seems you were just too late, sorry. But the sausage was to die for, if that makes you feel any better," Blaise stated, pouting and I grabbed the dish, jerking it from his hands.

"It didn't, " I said glaring and he narrowed his eyes at me. We had a stare off before Calixto took it upon himself to break the silence.

"That's hot, two guys fighting over sausage, man I'd watch that," he mused and I gaped at him whilst Blaise smirked. He walked over to Calixto and bent over behind his chair, wrapping his arms around him from behind. 

"Yeah, I would to. Especially if it was your sausage and I won the fight, which I'm sure I would if 
that 
was my competition," Blaise stated and Calixto pushed his hands off of him. What did he just call me?

"Hey, that's not what-" he started but I interrupted him.

"Just what is that supposed to mean, huh," I questioned and Blaise snickered, walking back over to me. 

"Nothing, all it means is that you're not exactly the prettiest bow on display," he told me and Killian stood up.

"Look guys, I'll just make you some sausage, Chesney. It's not that big of a deal," He declared and I shook my head.

"No, it's not about the sausage. This, this hoodlum, has been insulting me all morning and I'd like to know why! I 
just 
met them and they seem to hate my guts! What's your problem with me," I shouted in his face and he sneered at me before getting closer and shoving me slightly. Wow, my first morning here and I'm about to get the Christ beaten out of me. 

"My 
problem, 
is that I know your type! The privileged, spoiled brat that has everything handed to you on a silver platter! Well, some of us don't have that luxury," he told me crossing his arms. 

"Especially Blaise since he didn't get Calixto like he wanted. Thus him being the infamous, every night stand, the side hoe that won't go, the bitch that glitched," Bello stated, sipping on his coffee and Blaise glared at him as the others started laughing, even I let out a few chuckles. His face turned red and he rushed out of the kitchen, stomping with every step. 

"Hey look, don't take it personal, Blaise may be a bitch," Caspar started and everyone shared a look. May be? Not the words I would use.

"Okay, okay, he 
is 
a bitch, but he has a good heart. It's just been locked away for some time," he said and Dakota walked in, fully dressed and his hair styled. 

"Hey Dakota! You want some sausage? I'll cook some up for you if you're hungry," Killian offered and he shook his head, walking to a rack at the back of the kitchen.

"Nah, me and Chesney are going to get something out," he answered, grabbing a pair of keys, and I tilted my head in confusion. What?

"Just when was that arranged," I questioned and he chuckled, smirking.

"Since you were too late getting here and you're standing there sausage-less, now, are you in or not," he inquired and I nodded my head frantically. If food is in, I'm definitely in!

"I'm in, just let me go and get ready," I said and Bello stood up as well.

"I'm in too, I'll be just a moment," he told us, leaving the room. Wow, okay. Just invite yourself, that's cool. 

"Um, okay? Anyways, put on something cute," Dakota told me and I raised a brow. Something cute? Is something wrong with my other outfits?

"Why? We're not going to a club, are we," I hesitantly asked. Please don't let us be going to one of those! I can't dance worth anything and I really don't feel like getting groped this early in the morning.

"No, I just don't want you to look out of place next to me. My fabulousness might just outshine your, whatever it is that you have going on with your style," Dakota replied and I rolled my eyes, leaving the room. I went upstairs and headed immediately for the bathroom, getting ready for my shower. Before I could shut the door, Blaise walked by and gave me the darkest glare he could muster. I gulped before I shut the door quickly and sighed as I leaned on the now closed door. This is 
way 
more than I bargained for. I heard a knock at the door and I slowly pulled it open, expecting Blaise to be there with a knife or something. But as I stared into deep, emerald green eyes, I knew it wasn't Blaise. It was Calixto.

"Hey, I just wanted to tell you that you shouldn't listen to Blaise. Okay? He was just angry and hungover. Besides, I think you're pretty cute. Definitely the prettiest bow I've seen in a long time, anyways, enjoy your shower," he told me winking before leaving and I gulped as a strange fluttering feeling settled in my stomach. Yep, definitely more than I bargained for. 

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|Five| Salty and Bitter

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”

~Dr. Seuss

Song- “Lovin’ It-”

Ariana Grande

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Chesney’s Pov

After I finally got done with my shower, I got dressed in pair of black skinny jeans, a blue, short-sleeve tee, and a pair of my blue nike high tops. I looked in the full-length mirror and whistled at myself. Looking good, Chesney. Real good.

“Chesney, if you’re done checking yourself out, I’d like to go now,” Dakota teased from behind me and I laughed, twirling for him to give him a full view.

“Cute enough for ya,” I questioned, winking and he smirked. He looked me up and down before nodding approvingly.

“Eh, I’ve seen cuter but it’ll work,” he joked and I rolled my eyes before grabbing my phone, walking out of the room. We walked down the hall until we heard mumbled voices coming from around the corner. Dakota waved me to the side and we hid behind the corner as the two conversed.

“Dakota, this isn’t right. We’re snoop-” I started but he placed his finger over my mouth, silencing me.

“Shh, listen,” he commanded and I reluctantly obeyed. I peeked around the corner to see Blaise and Calixto having a heated argument, oh goodness, this looks juicy. Maybe I’ll snoop, just this once.

“Blaise, what the hell were you doing saying all that shit to Chesney,” Calixto whispered and Blaise rolled his eyes, leaning on the wall.

“I think I was putting that snobbish bitch in his place,” He mumbled and Calixto sighed.

“You always do this, first Bello, then Dakota, and now Chesney, what’s your problem,” Calixto questioned and Blaise grabbed his hand.

“I want you back, it’s been so long Cali, I just don’t want them taking you before I had a chance to get you back,” he whispered, stroking his arm and Calixto ran a hand through his hair.

“Just leave them alone, okay? They don’t need all of your bullshit,” Calixto told him and Blaise scoffed.

“Fine, I’ll try. But, you’ll have to repay me,” he purred and Calixto smirked.

“What’d you have in mind,” he questioned and Blaise winked, opening his room door while pulling Calixto inside. Wow, wasn’t expecting that. They argue and then they decide to do, that.

“I swear, Calixto is wrapped around his finger,” Dakota told me, shaking his head before walking down the steps, me following him.

“How long has that, been going on,” I questioned and he looked up thoughtfully.

“Eh, a good four years, give or take. Caspar filled me in on a few of the details so I had to fill in the rest with some snooping,” Dakota told me winking and I chuckled, shaking my head slightly. When we reached the front door, Bello was already standing there, waiting on us. He was wearing a fedora and a grey sleeveless tee, showing off his lithe muscle. He had on a pair of navy skinny jeans and black vans. I had to admit, he looked good.

“You can stop drooling now,” he told me, smirking and I narrowed my eyes playfully.

“I was just about to compliment you, shame,” I said and he scoffed, moving a lock of hair out of his eyes.

“Compliment me? Sweetie, I don’t need compliments. I know, I look good, I’m a model,” He stated, looking at his nails and Dakota laughed.

“A wannabe model, you haven’t found a studio that will take you,” Dakota said and Bello glared.

“Well, that’s because, it’s hard to meet my standards,” he replied before walking out of the door. Dakota mocked him while fanning his face as if he was hot and I laughed quietly as we followed him out of the door. We walked to the garage and Dakota pushed a button in the keychain and it automatically opened. We went inside and I gasped at the bright red Porsche parked inside.

“It’s Caspar’s. We can use it but we have to sign our names on a sign-up sheet so he knows just who to kill if anything happens to it,” Dakota told me and I snickered, thinking it was a joke, but he and Bello blank faced me.

“We’re not joking. He will murder us if something happens to this car,” Dakota insisted, Bello nodding in affirmation, and my eyes widened in shock. Maybe we can take some bikes? Who am I kidding? I’d rather die than ride a bike 10 miles, who do I look like, Lance Armstrong? He even used drugs! And since I don’t see any of those lying around, I think it’s my best bet to take the car.

We climbed into the car, me in the passenger’s seat and Bello in the back with Dakota driving. Dakota reversed the car before pulling into the road. He pushed the garage door controller and it closed shut. He put the car in drive and we surged forward, driving down the road. I put the window down allowing more sunlight to shine inside the car and a cooling breeze to blow inside.

“I was thinking since its lunch, we can go to the McDonalds in the mall before hitting up some of the other stores inside,” Dakota stated and Bello scoffed in the backseat.

“With what money? Last I checked, you didn’t have a job,” he said and I could see him smirking in the mirror. Dakota reached in his pocket, the car swerving a bit, and he pulled out a credit card. Bello grabbed the card and examined it before raising a brow.

“Oh, so Daddy Caspar let you use his credit card,” Bello teased and Dakota’s knuckles whitened as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“No Daddy Caspar didn’t, Caspar did. He’s not my daddy, if he was I’d probably be too hyped up on ecstasy to even think straight,” he said referring to the drug ecstasy. I shuddered thinking of the dastardly drug, only the most demented creeps use that. Does that mean that Casp-

“Don’t worry Chesney, Caspar doesn’t use that, I was just exaggerating,” Dakota told me and I let out a sigh of relief. Dakota turned on the radio and it blasted “Super Bass,” through the speakers. He went to change the station but Bello reached and grabbed his hand.

“No. You do not cut off Nicki,” he told him and Dakota rolled his eyes, retracting his hands as we continued down the road.

When we finally reached the mall, Dakota parked the car and we climbed out before walking into the mall. I sighed as the air conditioning cooled me off instantly, that Californian sun is no joke. Seriously, I almost got a tan in the fifteen minutes it took us to get here!

“Ugh, I hate this place. There’s always so many humans,” Bello mumbled and I glanced at him strangely. He shrugged, not caring about what he said.

“My tummy is growling and you’re complaining about other people? I think my hunger takes priority,” Dakota exclaimed before walking off towards a clearly marked McDonalds. He went inside and we followed, Bello looking more reluctant.

“Did you know that the salads have more calories then some of the burgers? Disgusting,” Bello complained and Dakota glared.

“I’m hungry, I don’t care if their ketchup has more calories than a burger, I want food,” he persisted and we waited in line.

“Next,” the cashier stated and we walked up. Dakota grabbed the credit card from Bello before looking up at the menu.

“One chicken sandwich combo,” he order and the cashier rung it up. I looked at Bello and he was still pouting so I decided to go next.

“I’ll have a chicken salad with extra nuts and an iced tea,” I said and the cashier looked at me funny. What? I love me some good ol’ sweet tea! My mom makes some of the best you’ve ever tasted!

“Iced tea,” she questioned and I nodded happily. She rung it up, sighing and looked at Bello expectantly.

“I want a chicken salad, minus the chicken, with extra lettuce,” Bello said and I facepalmed.

“You want a plate of lettuce and tomatoes,” the girl asked unbelievingly and Bello nodded sassily.

“Yes, and I want thousand island dressing,” he said stressing the thousand island and the cashier bit her lip. Oh god, please have mercy on her.

“We’re out of thousand island, but we have ranch” she exclaimed happily and Bello narrowed his eyes. He leaned on the counter before letting out a deep breath.

“I don’t care if you have ranch, I want thousand island,” he repeated and she smiled nervously.

“But, we’re out,” she reinstated and Bello ran a hand through his hair.

“Then go get some,” he told her and she leaned on the counter, narrowing her eyes.

“I can’t do that sir, I’m working,” she declared and he smirked.

“Oh really? I didn’t know that McDonalds hired someone to model the clown, you’re really good at it though,” Bello snidely remarked and the girl gasped. Welp, our food’s getting spit in.

“Here,” I heard someone whisper and I turned around to see a beautiful, African American woman standing behind me with a bottle of thousand island.

“What,” I questioned and she chuckled, pointing towards Bello who was currently having a stare down with the cashier.

“I come here for lunch and I bring my own thousand island, they never have it. I figured you want to let your friend have it before your food gets coated in fried loogies,” She told me and I nodded.

“Bello,” I whisper yelled and he didn’t look at me, continuing his stare off.

“What, I’m kind of busy,” he replied and I sighed, placing the dressing in between them. He gasped and grabbed it before hugging it to his chest.

“You got lucky this time, and on a completely related note, how about I order some unsalted fries, thanks honey bunch,” Bello told her and she shook her head angrily before going to dump the current batch of fries and starting a new fresh batch. Yep, loogie city, here we come.

“Thanks for the dressing but I’m pretty sure we’ll still have spit in our food,” I told her and she laughed.

“Probably, but hey! That’s probably the healthiest ingredient they have,” She joked and I chuckled. Bello walked over and analyzed the woman.

“Hm, I guess I have you to thank for this gift,” he said and she nodded, he simply shook her hand before taking a seat at her table.

“Oh, well, yeah you guys can sit here if you want,” she told us and we piled into the booth opposite of her. We were shoulder to shoulder and cramped but we made it work.

“My name is Da’ Kayla but you can just call me Kay, what about you guys,” Kay questioned and Dakota decided to answer for us.

“I’m Dakota, that’s Bello, and that’s Chesney,” Dakota told her pointing at us respectively and I gasped as I saw her necklace. DKAY, was engraved in silver.

“Wait, you’re Kay? As in D’Kay the author of 100 shades of Red,” I questioned and she nodded happily. I almost screamed right then and there, I love that story! It’s a murderous thriller where the woman in love kills every woman that her deemed person of affection associates with. It’s an amazing story, it’s even a bestseller!

“Yep, that’s me,” she told me smiling and I was about to fanboy but the spit coated food was on its way. I watched as the cashier grimaced at Bello before practically dropping the food on the table and walking away. Kay’s eyes widened and we laughed. Dakota grabbed his food and began eating while Bello took his salad, putting a small amount of dressing on it before eating some. I looked around for my sweet tea but all I saw was a tea cup. I grabbed it and felt as ice moved around in it, strange but different.

I took a sip and spit it out, all over Kay. Oh my god, I don’t know what’s worse. The taste of this tea or the fact that I just spit it out all over my favorite author. She gasped and Bello dropped his fork but Dakota acted unfazed, too engrossed with the fries and sandwich. She grabbed a napkin and cleaned off her face before laughing.

“Wow, wasn’t expecting that,” she said and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t either.

“I’m so sorry,” I told her and she waved it off.

“It’s fine,” she said laughing as I examined the tea.

“This isn’t sweet tea! I ordered sweet, iced tea,” I complained and she smirked.

“You’re in California, not the south. Their version of iced tea is bitter tea with ice in it,” she told me just as her phone began to ring. She checked it and she stood to her feet, exiting the booth.

“I’m so sorry but that’s my publisher, here’s my number, call me sometime,” she told me handing me her card and she left the McDonalds. Whoa, a girl’s number. Does that mean she likes me? Are we destined to be? What will our children look like? Oh my god, what will the ship name be? Shut up, Chesney. I’ve been reading way too many fanfics.

“Aww Chesnut’s got a girlfriend,” Dakota teased and I raised a brow at the new nickname. He pointed at the salad full of nuts and I blushed, I guess that name’s appropriate.

“Eh, I still say he’s gay,” Bello mumbled and my jaw dropped. No, I’m not!

“Yeah, I kind of ship him with Drew,” Dakota told him and Bello scoffed.

“Drew? I was thinking Killian, Drew’s too manly for him. Would probably tear his twink ass in half,” Bello joked, winking at me, and I screamed. Literally.

“My ass will not be teared! I don’t want a dick in me,” I exclaimed and the cashier glared.

“Get out,” she commanded pointing and I sighed as we picked up our food, leaving. Bello walked to the counter and smirked.

“Can I have a few salt packets for my fries before we go,” he questioned, an evil smile playing on his lips. Dang it, Bello.

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# |Six| Rear Touches and Pepper Spray

"It seems to me that the real clue to your sexual orientation lies in your romantic feelings rather than your sexual feelings. If you are really gay, you are able to fall in love with a man, not just enjoy sex with him." ~ Christopher Isherwood

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"Can you believe that bitch? All I did was ask for a packet of salt and she decides to scream and quit her job? Wow, overreact much," Bello incredulously said, rolling his eyes, as we walked out of the McDonalds. I shook my head, smiling softly at his statement. He's not lying. She really screamed and threw her apron in the trash before leaving the McDonalds all together. It was quite the sight, even if I say so myself.

"Bello, you can not be talking. You're the literal queen of drama," Dakota told him and he shrugged, uncaringly. That's true, he'd fit in perfectly with eighth grade girls. One of the scariest groups of people on earth. 

"Can't argue with that, it's true. But I make it work unlike most people," He boasted, and Dakota chuckled in response while I forced a nervous laugh. I can never tell if he's joking or not, honestly, his voice is always so monotone that it's a guessing game as to what he's feeling. As we continued through the mall, we came upon a store and Dakota squealed, almost bursting my eardrums. He seriously squeaked like girls at a 1D concert, flailing his arms and everything. 

"It's Roguish Vogue, we have to go inside," Dakota told us, excitedly, and Bello bit his lip before looking away. Woah, I know that emotion. He's hurting. I know that emotion all to well. 

"You guys go ahead, I'll just be out here," he said, quietly, before leaning on the wall and Dakota smiled, consolingly,  at him before going inside. I waved at him, trying to help comfort him, and received a small half-wave back, before going after Dakota. 

As soon as I stepped inside, I was immediately hit with the smell of colognes, perfumes, and leathers. Not to mention some seasonal candles. The grey carpet and black walls made the room darkish but overhead lights beaming down over the racks illuminated the room. The store was absolutely enormous and was filled with "trending" clothes. There was leather everything! Leather coats, shirts, vests, jackets, 
and even 
leather pants. As Dakota ran over to a rack of nice looking clothes, I followed him before examining the price tag of a pair of skinny jeans. These shouldn't be so- Oh. My. God.

"Three hundred dollars my butt," I shouted, gaining attention, and Dakota shushed me. You have got to be kidding me! 300 smackaroos for a pair of skinny jeans! I put the jeans back before glancing around for 
my 
part of the store and when I finally spotted the clearance rack, I almost cried in happiness. Destination acquired, full-speed ahead! 

I zipped through the store, clothing racks rocking back and forth from the wind that followed me. I combed through the racks of clothes before pulling out a cute, long-sleeved navy shirt. I smiled at the cute v-neck and henley-like design.

"Please God, please! I 
really 
want this! Please, please," I whispered and I flipped the tag.   50% off! Yes! I looked for the original price and my jaw dropped, dang it. Two hundred dollars. I'm not sure my parents would appreciate me spending 100 dollars on a shirt with my, or really, 
their 
debit card. 

"Do you want that," Dakota asked and I gasped, flinching. He chuckled before grabbing it and laying it atop his mountain of clothes. 

"Dude, no, you can't pay for that," I said, reaching for the article of clothing, and he slapped by hands away.

"You're right, I can't. At least not until you've got a pair of matching shoes and jeans. Oh, how about we dye that hair of yours as well? Sorry, but your style and that dirty blonde look, isn't going to land you many dates," he told me, looking me up and down, and my jaw dropped. Trendy outfits and dyed hair? I'm not that type of person! I'm perfectly fine wearing a simple tee and a pair of basic jeans. Maybe mix it up with a scarf every once in awhile. 

"No, I don't need anymore clothes, I'm fine. And I look cute," I declared and he smirked, walking over to another clothes' rack. He bent over and grabbed a pair of tight, black skinny jeans with studs on the pockets before he winked, running away. Dang it, Dakota!

"Dakota, get back here! We can't afford them," I told him, chasing after his surprisingly fast self. After about thirty seconds of running, I gave up and walked after him, tired out of my mind. I should've stretched before doing this. I thought he was a stuffed animal loving couch potato! Where the heck did all of this speed and stamina come from? 

"Look okay, Caspar doesn't care how much we use today. He's apparently supposed to have some huge cash inflow today so he said we can use as much as we want," he explained and I nodded, my head bobbing around lazily from my tiredness. I bent over to catch my breath as my breath came out in short pants.

"Fine, just give them to me and I'll try them on," I told him, grabbing the outfit before rushing inside of the fitting room. I glanced around the pink room and noticed feet under the slightly raised doors, wow, these guys have really dainty feet. I went inside the open stall and unbuckled my belt before sliding my jeans down my legs. I took them off as well as my shoes and grabbed the jeans that Dakota picked out. They were pretty cute. But the true test is, will it fit?

I slowly put the studded skinny jeans on, dragging them up my legs, and looked in the mirror, are these things padded? My rump looks huge! I put on the henley before standing in front of the mirror once more. I pivoted and struck a pose with one leg in front of the other. Oh yes, that's nice. I decided to change it up a bit and put my hands on my hips, puffing my chest out. Oh, me like. I spread my legs like I was going to do a split and I made the usual 'model' face. The blank stare to the side, you know, the one that's like overly dramatic, almost as if they were witnessing the end of the world. 

I stood up straight before biting my lip. I've always wanted to do this, now's my chance. I turned around, my butt facing the mirror and I commenced doing the one shameless act that has plagued America since 2013. Yes, I twerked. Quite well if I may add, these jeans worked wonders! 

"Um, Chesney, you might want to hurry it up,"Dakota said from outside and I scoffed. He practically forced me in here and now he's rushing me?

"Why," I yelled back and I heard as gasps rang out around me. A womanly scream cut through the air  and I raised a brow in confusion, wow either their puberty is seriously lagging behind or I'm in here with a bunch of women! I laughed at the thought but when I saw a bra drop close to my foot from the other changing stall, I knew my greatest fear had been realized. I was in the women's changing room! 

"Is that a guy? Get the hell out you creep," some lady screamed and the other women started chiming in with shouts of 'pepper spray' and 'self-defense classes.'

"Oh my god," I murmured to myself before grabbing my stuff and running out of the stall, covering my face. As soon as I was out, I was met with the sight of Dakota laughing, leaning on the wall for support.

"You did 
not 
just go in there," he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. My cheeks reddened and I huffed. I can not believe that just happened. 

"Let's just get out of here," I said and we walked to the check out counter. When we finally reached it and the guy smiled at me expectantly, I realized that I was 
still wearing 
the store's clothes. Dang it. 

"You can go change if you-" he started but I shook my head. There's no way in heck that I'm going back there. Angry women plus clothes that may or may not fit well, equals a bloody Chesney. 

"Just get the tags," I said turning around and bending back so he could get the shirt tag. He scanned it and coughed awkwardly. 

"Well that's one down, I just need the pants tag," he murmured to me and I nodded. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"The tag is in your pants. Bend the waist down and sit on the counter," he told me and I blushed, hopping onto the counter where he pulled the waistline down before scanning. His hands brushed against my back and chills went up my back. Chills? Please tell me that those chills came from disgust. Please? Sadly, when I felt a slight hardening in my lower region, I knew that wasn't the case. Dang it, I said please! I hopped off the counter, letting Dakota pay for the everything with the card. I grabbed the bags with Dakota's stuff to cover my little problem and we walked out of the store. I can't believe that happened! I seriously got 
that 
issue from another guy! Oh my god, it must've  just been the way it felt. It has nothing to do with him being a guy. As we opened the doors to leave, a shout from behind us stopped us from leading as we paused our actions.

"Hey wait," the store cashier called and he ran after us. When he reached us, he handed me a card to a fashion expo, smiling hugely.

"Here, you almost forgot this. It's to the annual fashion expo hosted in the town concert hall. I'm supposed to give these out for every customer but for you, this one's special. I'll be working it so if you need anything, just look me up," he told me, smiling, before walking back inside. I stared at the now closed doors in question for awhile before slight chuckling snapped me out of my stupor. I looked to my side and Dakota was laughing at me, amusedly shaking his head side to side.

"What," I questioned and he looked away, laughing. I don't see what's so funny about a fashion expo.

"You have guys literally throwing themselves at you, and yet you're so oblivious. Check that card, bet you'll find his number," he said before walking away towards Bello who was seated on a bench in the center of the mall. I blinked at his statement before turning the card, my eyes widening immediately. He was right, wow. Let a guy touch your rump once and suddenly he wants a date. I bit my lip, that didn't feel as horrible as I thought it would though. It actually felt, nice. 

"Yeah, okay! Sure! I will! Don't worry! I'll pick a good color," I heard Dakota say as he talked into his phone and I walked over to where he and Bello were standing. As they heard me approach, Dakota ended the call and smiled hugely.

"Time for the initiation! We always have a truth or dare game when someone first joins "The Apartment!" We have to get the hair dye for today's game," Dakota screeched excitedly and Bello chuckled. 

"I don't recommend what you chose last time. No one can pull off barf green," Bello stated and Dakota rolled his eyes.

"You know you enjoyed seeing Blaise with that color hair," Dakota joked and Bello barked with laughter. I laughed just thinking about Blaise's angry face with barf green hair, he'd look just like that trash guy from Elmo. 

"And I won't! Let's go! This should be good," he stated before jetting through the mall into the cosmetics store. Bello sighed and we walked after him, strolling through the crowded mall. As I twisted the fashion expo card in my hand, I noticed Bello's apparent interest in it as he stared at it with yearning. I rose a brow before holding it out towards him.

"Do you want to see it," I questioned and he shook his head, pushing my hand away slowly. Hm, it's not like Bello to 
politely
 refuse taking something, something must be bothering him. 

"What's wrong," I questioned and he shook his head, looking away.

"It's nothing, just drop it," he whispered angrily and I decided it was in my best interest to drop it, for now. For now being they key words. Dakota's bound to know what's going on with him, he 
has
 lived with the guy for a while I suppose. 

"Okay, I will. Just know, if you ever want to talk, I'm here," I whispered and he didn't reply, choosing to keep looking away from me. Before we could even go inside the store, Dakota was already running out.

"I got them! They're so pretty," he cheered and onlookers glanced our way but Bello's icy glares sent them scurrying away, back to minding their own business. Dakota showed me the dyes inside the bag and I gasped, they really were nice! A beautiful deep, crimson red and a icy, chilling blue. 

"Those are actually pretty, I thought you were going to come back with some ugly dyes," I told him and he rolled his eyes.

"You need to have more faith in me," he told me winking and I laughed. 

"Now that we're done with this, can we go home? I think I've had enough of humanity for the day," Bello stated and Dakota nodded. As I took one last glance at the fashion expo and the number on the other side, I bit my lip before tucking it securely in my back pocket. I think I'll just save this. 

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|Seven| Dare To Be Daring

“There’s this illusion that homosexuals have sex and heterosexuals fall in love. That’s completely untrue. Everybody wants to be loved.” ~ Boy George

“Real,-” Years and Years

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After we finally left the mall and made it back to “The Apartment,” it was around sixish. Luckily, we managed to avoid traffic and safely park the car in the garage. We get to live yet another day! I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not though, another day means another chance at death. As we opened the door to the house, it was completely dark inside and seemingly empty. The only light came from the light peeking in from the windows through the drawn curtains. I glanced around, cautiously. I don’t know, something about dark rooms makes me believe that some creature from Paranormal activity may be lurking around. So as I like to say, better safe than sliced open and hanging from a ceiling fan.

I flicked the lights on and suddenly, everyone jumped up from behind furniture yelling, surprise. I jumped slightly before smiling, aw that was actually really sweet of them. Even if I may have had a slight heart attack.

“Thanks guys, you’re really making me feel like I belong,” I stated, making them smile happily, and I heard a scoff come from the staircase. I looked up and saw Blaise staring at me with a spark of pride, arrogance, and something that he desperately tried to keep hidden, jealousy, gleaming in his eyes.

“Aw shame. I was hoping you’d have a heart attack or something,” He told me, walking down the steps and I rolled my eyes. Ugh. It’s him. Honestly, I think I would rather have the heart attack than speak to him.

“I’d say for you to watch out for karma, but I’m pretty sure that you first need a heart to have a heart attack so I think you’re pretty much covered,” I told him smirking and the other’s gasped. Calixto and Caspar’s eyed widened while Drew burst into laughter, walking towards me.

“I like this guy! C’mere,” the bear of a man said before enveloping me in a hug. I froze up as his strong arms wrapped around me, practically squeezing the life out of me like a python.

“Tarzan, drop him,” Bello told him, tapping the gorilla’s bicep and Drew shook his head. Tarzan is definitely appropriate for this guy! His solid pecs were pressed against my face and I could feel his abs through his shirt, he was ripped from what I could tell. He has the appetite of a sumo but somehow he manages to maintain the body of a Greek god. Dang, I look at a donut and, boom, ten pounds. And that’s just a whole wheat donut.

“No, mine,” he told him, before picking me up effortlessly. Please tell me he doesn’t have some kind of love cave? And who does he think he is? Calling me his already. Sorry, but no one calls me theirs without a least two dates, I’m not cheap. Except when it comes to clothes and food, that’s when I break out my coupon book and scissors.

“Um, where exactly are you taking me,” I questioned and he looked at me, smiling. I had to admit, he was attractive. Just because I’m not gay doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate another man’s good looks.

“We’re going to sit on the couch cutie,” he answered, a huge, pearly white smile on his face, and I gaped at the strange nickname. Cutie? I’ve never been called cute by another guy before. Sure I’ve been called a “pretty bow” and adorkable, but never cute. Somehow, it sent a strange feeling rocketing through me as a bright, red blush flourished on my face. He chuckled before taking a seat on the black, leather couch, with me curled up on his lap. He stroked my hair while I stared at him, confusion and slight apprehension apparent on my face.

“Ugh, Drew, let him go,” Calixto told him, his tone joking but his eyes belied his voice as they narrowed angrily. Drew held me tighter and shook his head, his long, blond hair waving back and forth, hitting me in the face.

“Nope, he wants to stay here, don’tcha cutie,” Drew questioned and as I looked up into his chocolate brown, pleading puppy eyes, I slowly nodded. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings! It was like saying no to a puppy, it’s impossible!

“See, Calixto,” Drew gloated and I sat up on his lap as the others settled on the couch. I sniffed the air as a delightful smell wafted through the air making my mouth water. Is that Mexican? Oh heck yes! I excitedly looked behind Drew’s head towards the dining room just as Killian rushed out with pink cooking mitts and a tray of steaming food in his hands.

“Hot, Hot,” he whispered and he sat the metal tray down with eight plates, each with three enchiladas and rice. My eyes widened at the immense plates of food and Drew chuckled at me.

“You act like you’ve never seen this much food. If this surprises you, just wait until Thanksgiving,” Drew jokes and the others laughed while Killian pulled off the mitts, laying them on the table.

“As Abuela always said, it’s better to have more food than not enough,” Killian said sitting on the couch with Dakota and Bello, Dakota smiling softly as Killian sat a little closer to him. Hm, well that’s an interesting discovery, perfect for blackmail. But since he’s my friend, I can’t do that to him. I’ll just embarrass the heck out of him since that’s what best friends do!

“How’s Abuela doing,” Dakota asked Killian, making the room grow silent, the tension rising. Killian tensed before sighing and standing up. Drew held me closer as his grip tightened, almost to the point where it was painful. I tapped his arm to let me go and he released me a bit to where I could at least breathe.

“Abuela’s doing fine. Now, who wants flan,” Killian questioned, standing to his feet and the others murmured, agreeing. He sent a small, comforting smile towards Dakota before going back into the kitchen. Dakota tugged on his chestnut locks before groaning in frustration.

“Why can’t I learn to keep my big mouth shut,” he asked and Blaise opened his mouth to speak but I glared at him, causing him to smirk.

“Dakota, it’ll be okay. You know how he gets when certain issues are brought up. He just needs to “bake it out” as he calls it,“ Drew told him and Dakota sighed, looking down at the ground. Just what set him off? His Abuela?

“Is there something I’m missing,” I asked and Calixto glanced towards me, a sad smile present on his face.

“His Abuela has cancer,” he whispered, keeping his volume down so that Killian wouldn’t overhear, I gasped. Cancer, now it makes perfect sense why he reacted that way. I would have probably done the same thing.

“She has breast cancer to be exact, his parents died because of a gang fight that erupted into the local homes that he and his family lived in. Almost immediately after his parent’s funeral, his Abuela was diagnosed with cancer. He’s been providing for her since he was sixteen because, well, she’s all he has left,” Dakota whispered and I covered my mouth in shock. How does he deal with that? How does he seem so confident and powerful, even when his entire world seems to be crumbling?

“How does he manage to provide for the treatment,” I questioned and Calixto grabbed a magazine from the coffee table, passing it to me. As I looked down at the magazine curiously, my eyes widened. In nothing but a pair of red and white lines shorts, was Killian. He was standing just near a defeated opponent and had his arms raised in glory as someone took the picture. I looked down at the mat they were standing on and MMA stood out. He’s a Mixed Martial Artist? No wonder he’s so, intimidating, beastly, and, well, manly.

“We didn’t have any vanilla extract so I’m making frosted cookies,” he told us, walking back to the couch and the guys cheered except for Bello. Well, everyone knows a true man knows how to make frosted cookies.

“Are they organic cookies,” Bello asked and Killian scoffed.

“No mi amigo, I wanted them to taste good,” Killian answered and he rolled his eyes in response. Dakota chuckled, sliding over to make room for Killian on the couch.

“C’mon Bello, you know Killian makes the best cookies. You can’t resist them, just give into the temptation,” he whispered in a Darth Vader voice and Bello smirked.

“Maybe one,” he stated and Drew suddenly made a dramatic groan from behind me, making me surge forward in fear, almost falling to the ground. He wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me from falling as he chuckled.

“Sorry there, I just grew tired of all the talking while there’s food in front of us,” Drew stated and I snickered. I grabbed two plates from the table and he turned me on his lap so that we could both sit our plates on my lap while we ate. This was the closest I’ve ever been to another man, a gay one at that, and strangely, I didn’t hate it like I originally thought I would. It felt just like being with any other person, it felt natural.

“So you couldn’t get Calixto so now you’re moving onto Drew? You’re even more desperate than I thought,” Blaise snickered from his position next to Calixto and I looked down at my plate, ignoring him. I felt Drew put a comforting hand on my back and he rubbed small circles.

“Blaise, shut up. Don’t forget where Calixto found you,” Drew said and it immediately shut Blaise up as he pursed his lips, looking away. Calixto’s eyes widened at Drew’s protective tone before grabbing his own plate. I looked around the room at the tense situation before taking a slow bite of the enchilada that was on my plate.

As soon as I bit into it, flavor exploded into my mouth. The enchilada was stuffed with well-seasoned meat and it was loaded with cheese, the only way for it to be in my opinion!

“Wow, these are really good,” I mumbled, food still in my mouth and Killian chuckled.

“Thanks man, I spent some serious time on those so you all better enjoy them,” he told us and Dakota shoved him a bit, giggling.

After we finished our amazing food, we pushed the coffee table out of the way before sitting on the floor, a bottle in the middle. Dakota grabbed the bag of dyes and dropped them next to us on the floor before smiling.

“Okay, so you all know the rules! Except for Chesney of course,” Dakota said and I waved at the circle of men nervously. They smiled back but it still didn’t ease my  apprehension. A circle of men, is never good. Well, I guess it’s good for certain porn stars, but for a child of God, not so much.

“It’s Truth or Dare, self-explanatory within itself. If you don’t do the dare or truth that someone commands, you dye your hair the color of your punisher’s choosing. We keep playing until two people give up and get their hair dyed. Everyone got it,” Dakota explained and I nodded, let’s hope they go easy on me since I’m new. As I looked into the eyes of both Calixto and Blaise, I knew it would be a long night. Drew looked around, slightly uncomfortable before running upstairs and I looked at him strangely the whole time.

“Don’t worry, he does that all the time. He’ll be back soon,” Caspar told me and I nodded, a bad feeling still fluttering in my stomach.

“Okay, I’ll go first,” Dakota stated before spinning the bottle. The blue beer bottle spun, and spun, and spun, before slowly landing on Bello. Dakota smirked before smiling evilly.

“Bello, I dare you, to nibble on Caspar’s ear,” Dakota dared and I knew from then on, that all of these dares were going to be absolute torture for me. Bello simply shrugged before leaning towards Caspar and nibbling on his earlobe while the green-eyed man smirked in pleasure. I watched the scene as it played out with horror and slight intrigue, they know God doesn’t agree with this type of activity but yet, they still do it. Why?

“Okay, time’s up,” Dakota told them while looking at his watch and the two broke apart, seemingly unfazed. Well, Caspar was obviously a little affected, judging by the protruding bulge in his jeans. But who really knows for sure? It could just be your ordinary banana that he left in his pocket. Seems legit.

“My turn, huh? Well, let’s see. Dakota,” he called and Dakota’s face grew instantly pale. I bit my lip, remembering the altercation that happened my first day here, this won’t end well. Jesus, take the wheel. Please?

“I dare you to sit on my lap for the rest of the game,” Caspar told him and Dakota glared, taking a deep breath. He raised up from his spot on the floor before plopping down on Caspar’s lap as the man smiled, wolfishly. Dakota looked back and rolled his eyes.

“Please tell me that you have a pen in your pocket,” Dakota begged and Caspar’s smile grew wider, making Dakota drop his head. Everyone, including me, laughed. This was actually turning out to be more enjoyable than I thought. Being here with friends, sitting around and joking, it’s nice. Back at St. Mary’s, I never really “fit in” with the other guys, I wasn’t really social. Honestly, I was one awkward pickle in a group of cucumbers. I kept to myself and I really didn’t have many friends except for Kane Strider, but that didn’t really last long. He dropped out of the school when he became a she and she now goes by Karen. But, luckily, that’s in the past.

Dakota laughed as he looked around at all of us in the circle. As his eyes landed on me, my heart began to pound in my ears and my breathing quickened. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and when I opened them, he was looking at Blaise. Thank God. I’m not trying to get my ear nibbled or sit on someone’s private areas. I don’t think God would approve, it’s just a hunch though.

“Blaise, is it true that you ran away from home,” Dakota blurted out and I gasped, catching attention from the rest of the room that went completely silent. Dakota’s eyes widened as he realized just what he had questioned and he covered his mouth. Blaise glared at him, hatred burning in his icy, blue eyes. Woah, he actually ran away from home? I’ve heard of people running away but I’ve never met anyone that had actually done it.

“Kota, I told you that in confidence,” Calixto scolded but Blaise’s laughter interrupted him. He gripped his hair, tugging it while laughing. Tears seeped their way from his eyes as his body quaked with laughter, his laughing sounding almost maniacal. I shifted slightly, rearing myself to run at any given moment. Sorry, but when someone laughs while they’re angry, it’s time to go. Those are the ones you have to watch out for.

“Yes, I did,” he questioned and my curiosity got the best of me as I opened my mouth to speak. Dang it, Chesney. Shut up. Shut up, right now.

“Why,” I questioned and mentally cursed myself. God, I’m such an idiot. A cute idiot but still. As Blaise glanced over at me, a psychotic grin plastered on his face, I knew I wasn’t going to like the answer.

“Why? Well, when your parents hate you for being gay and beat you on the daily, you’d run away too. Oh but sorry, you’re damn pampered ass doesn’t know what it’s like to struggle in this fucking world. You don’t know the searing pain of being backhanded by your mother for holding hands with a boy in first grade, or being kicked in the side by your father for simply giving your best friend a goodbye kiss on the playground. Having your sister forced to protect you from the beating whenever she was home, taking them for you. Your world has been perfect, your life was sheltered. You don’t know anything about true struggles, the only struggle you’ve been through was deciding wether or not to wear Vans or Nikes to a party whereas some of us, had to go without shoes because of our parents losing their jobs and taking their anger out on their kids! I still remember the sound of cables whipping against our skin. The sound of hair being pulled, the bloodcurdling screams that would come from beyond the walls in my sister’s room only minutes after my Dad had come home drunk. Only one of those kids, made it out of that house. Only one, and sometimes, I wonder if that “God” of yours, chose the right one to live,“ Blaise finished and the air in the room seemed to grow colder and harder to breathe. I gripped my locket under my shirt as Blaise’s piercing glare met with my eyes. This time, instead of hate and resentment, I saw pain. He was hurting. For the first time, I think I saw the real Blaise.

“Hey guys, so like I was in the bathroom and I smelt this really good smell, right? So I went searching for it- what’s wrong with you guys? You look like someone died,” Drew stated, walking into the room, a bag of hot wing Doritos in his hand and a confused look apparent on his face. Everyone looked at him with shocked expressions except for Calixto and Caspar who looked rather furious.

“What’d I say,” he questioned, noticing the stares and glares he was receiving. Bello, groaned, standing up to break the tension.

“Nothing. Just sit your ass down and finish your damn story,” he said, rolling his eyes, and Drew nodded, shoving a chip in his mouth. He walked over to where Bello was seated and he sat between him and Dakota.

“Oh yeah! Ok so like I said, I smelt something amazing so naturally, I went on a hunt. It took me awhile but I finally sniffed out these sweet babies,” Drew exclaimed, waving the Doritos around and Killian gasped.

“Those are mine,” He shouted, reaching for them and Drew tucked them closely to his chest, protecting them like actual babies.

“No! Finders keepers,” He stated childishly and Killian narrowed his eyes. Please don’t tell me he just used “Finders Keepers,” on a MMA fighter. Drew’s a strong guy but a guy that fights for a living is bound to have some tricks up his sleeve.

“They were in my room,” he growled and Drew rolled his eyes.

“Duh, where do you think I found them? Your point being,” Drew asked, crunching on yet another chip. Killian went to stand up but he took a deep breath, lowering back down. Thank God. A fight between those two may just bring the house crashing down.

“Ugh. Can you two cool it with the testosterone. You can measure your dick sizes later, we have a game to finish,” Calixto chuckled and they laughed with him. I blushed slightly as I wondered about them actually measuring that. What do you even use? A ruler? A tape measurer? Oh God, what if the tape measurer snaps back while you’re measuring? Just the thought had shudders running up my spine. Why does my mind hate me so?

“Okay so, where were we,” Killian asked and Blaise rose his hand in the air, smirking at me.

“Me. Chesney,” he called and my jaw slowly dropped as I realized that the guy that has been trying to make my life here a living hell, now has the power to make me do anything he wants. Oh, fudge-sickles.

“I dare you to have seven minutes in heaven with Calixto,” he stated, smiling snakily and I gulped. Calixto laughed, smirking at me and the others watched with interest shimmering in their eyes. I shook my head, slowly. There’s no way I can do this.

“I knew he wouldn’t do it. Get the dyes out, let me see which color I like the best,” Blaise said, standing to his feet and Dakota reluctantly handed him the bag of dyes, sending me a sorrowful gaze. I lowered my head in defeat. I look pathetic but I just can’t go through with something like that. It’s not me. I felt a tapping on shoulder and I turned around to see Calixto’s eyes, staring into mine with determination shining brilliantly.

“Look, Chesney, just try it. I know what Blaise is trying to do. He’s trying to see just how far he can push you. Trust me, he’s done it with Bello and Dakota, just follow my lead. Okay,” Calixto asked me and I cautiously nodded, please don’t let this be a mistake.

“He’ll do it. C’mon Chesney,” Calixto announced, grabbing my hand and I watched as Blaise’s face contorted from his previously smug look to an enraged and surprised face. I stood to my feet as Calixto pulled me to a closet and he held the door open for me. I walked inside and he followed, closing the door shut behind us. And as our light seemed to escape as the door closed, so did my chances for backing out. I’m inside a closet with the literal Sex God, if those sounds I heard my first day here are of any indication. I guess he could sense my fear and apprehension as he backed into the furthest corner of the closet, trying not to touch me.

“Hey, it’ll be okay. I won’t molest you or whatever you’re probably thinking at the moment. I’m not as bad as you think, alright? I’m pretty chill once you get to know me,” he told me and I made no sound, not planing to make one anytime soon. That’s right, silence. Total silence.

“You can’t make me talk, you know? You’re not my dad and you’re not God, so kindly, shut the heck up. Sorry, I’m not good in stressful situations,” I told him, apologizing rapidly, fearing for my wellbeing. Good job Chesney. Piss off the guy you’re trapped with inside of a closet. Real smart.

“It’s fine, I was the same way. I even used to go to a Catholic Academy, believe it or not,” He whispered in response and my mind almost exploded from utter shock. No way. This guy, this man, came from a Catholic Academy? No way.

“Really,” I questioned and I could barely see as he nodded in the darkness.

“Yep. I was top of the class too. Played football, soccer, swam, it was the life,” he told me and I smiled slightly at the happiness radiating from him.

“What made you give it up,” I asked and he scoffed.

“A stupid mistake, but if not for that mistake, I would’ve never found out I was gay. So I guess it was a win-win,” he answered and I bit my lip, staring down at my feet. I watched as another pair of feet came into view and felt as Calixto’s hand settled under my chin before tilting it up, making me look him in the eyes.

“Sometimes, mistakes help us find our true selves. I’m sorry Chesney, but I know this will help. It’s for your own good,” he whispered and before I could entirely grasp the situation, I felt as a pair of lips connected with my own. I gasped, pushing at his chest to make him let go but it was to no avail. I tried to pull myself away from his grasp but he just pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. I thrashed in his hold before biting his lip, hard. He released me, screaming quietly, and I shoved him to the side before running out of the closet. I pushed past the others as I ran upstairs, I heard as Dakota called for me but I didn’t stop. I ran into the bedroom and shut the door, lying on the bed. I rubbed at my lips vigorously, trying to rid them of every trace of Calixto. As I thought back over the recent events, I felt myself blush from the memory. I didn’t hate it. Why didn’t I hate it?

Why did he do that? Why did I let him do that? Why the hell did I like it? What’s wrong with me? I’m not gay! I’m not. What will my father say? My mother? My pastor? God? How will I ever be able to face them again?

A soft knocking brought me out of my thoughts and I looked up as Dakota walked in, carrying a bag. He sat down on the bed and he patted my back.

“Let’s talk, Chesnut,” he told me, comfortingly and I sighed, nodding. He smiled, pulling out the boxes of dye.

“But since you technically didn’t finish the dare. You have to dye your hair. You can have the red, I’ll take the blue,” he told me and I rose a confused brow. I understand why I have to dye my hair, but he didn’t lose.

“Don’t look at me like that. What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t go through this with you,” he jokingly said and I smiled. I think I’ll be just fine, as long as Dakota is by my side.

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# |Eight| Just Fine

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I'm so killing Calixto, or at least taking a shovel and seeing just how far I can drive it up his a-

"Dakota, how long is this supposed to be in my hair again," Chesney questioned as I mixed the dye with the brush and I looked down at the dye box, fifteen to thirty minutes. 

"It'll be awhile, just don't move, also, close your eyes. Don't want any dye getting in those peepers,"I told him and he chuckled, shutting his eyes. I took the brush and slowly applied the dye to his hair, the vibrant red looking gorgeous on him. He's a cute guy honestly, a bit naive, but cute. 

"What happened with you and Calixto," I questioned trying to find out more details. All I really knew was that Calixto made him run faster than us after Drew managed to eat twelve of Killian's bean burritos and was running for the toilet. I still think we should've had the house fumigated after that, I swear, the smell is waiting in the vents, ready to strike. 

"The jerk lured me in with some fake sob story, and kissed me," Chesney told me sassily, and I held back a small laugh, I figured as much. Anyone could tell that Calixto had some feelings for this kid, it was obvious. Normally, he just fucks the guy 
or 
gives up after the slim chance of being rejected, but with Chesnut here, he's still on the prowl. He's not giving up. I respect that, but someone needs to knock some sense into him. I don't care how badly you want someone, you don't lock them in a closet and try to suck out their tonsils, love just doesn't work that way, sadly. 

"I'll be right back Chestnut, keep those peepers covered," I commanded before leaving the bathroom, the dye still in Chesney's hair. He's going to look so cute with red hair! Ugh, Dakota, focus. We have a sex crazed buffoon to focus on. As I walked down the stairs, I looked around the living room for any sign of Calixto or anyone for that matter. I knew that Drew probably went to the gym again go for his late night work out and Bello is probably getting his beauty sleep. I'm not really sure where Blaise is and honestly, I don't really care. When I finally spotted Calixto, he and Caspar were getting ready to leave and I just about lost my shit.

"Calixto, where the hell do you think you're going? Get the fuck up there and apologize to Chesney," I shouted and he rolled his eyes. Oh 
hell 
to the naw. 

"Look Dakota, I will apologize tomorrow," he told me and I walked up to him, his tall form towering over me but I stared up at him, unfazed in the slightest. 

"No, you 
will 
apologize to him tonight. You assaulted the kid's tonsils and now you're going out for a drink and a few one-night stands? Bitch, man the fuck up and take responsibility," I told him and he sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. I don't care if he's getting angry, he's my friend and all, he deserves to be called out for this shit. You 
never 
leave things like this unresolved! I've learned that the hard way and I don't want them to end up like me.

"Man up? Dakota, all I've done is man up! You 
know 
why I have to do this! So just shut the hell up, and let me do it," he exclaimed and I flinched back slightly as a wild look appeared in his eyes. As Caspar walked in, eyes bloodshot and pupils dilated, I was reminded of just why he had to do this. 

"Yo man, what's the hold up," Caspar slurred, leaning on the wall and Calixto sighed, a annoyed but caring look on his face.

"Nothing, let's go. Bye Dakota," Calixto stated before opening the door and walking out. Caspar winked at me and waved.

"Bye Babe," he whispered, sending me a kiss, and stumbled out of the house clumsily. As he did, he dropped a bag of white pills and I glared at the drugs disdainfully, shaking my head with contempt. I grabbed the bag, throwing them in the trash before sitting on the couch. Damn it, Calixto, why can't you see that you're only making things worse?

"Hey, what's got you so down," I heard a deep voice say behind me and I turned around to see Killian walking towards me with a tray of cookies. Oh Killian and cookies, the ultimate stress relief. I smiled softly as he sat down next to me and handed me a cookie.

"Thanks," I told him, taking the cookie gratefully and he smiled back at me, his beautiful teeth glistening. Surprisingly, through his years of mixed martial arts fighting, he's managed to keep his teeth intact. His nose is slightly crooked though from a fight and he's kind of embarrassed about it. But I like it, it's like a battle wound.

"No problem mi amigo, but what's wrong," he questioned again and I took a small bite of the cookie, munching slowly.

"Calixto's being a dummy," I pouted and he chuckled, leaning back on the couch. His tight shirt rose slightly and I had to pry my eyes away from his V-line that lead into his basketball shorts.

"When is he not," he joked in response and I chuckled, it's not that he's stupid, his actions are just so incredibly dumb that they put the Three Stooges to shame.

"But seriously, Calixto's just looking out for Caspar. He's been doing his best for years, you know that," Killian said and I nodded. Sadly, I do know that. I wish things were different though, I really do.

"This addiction is getting out of control Killer," I whispered and he nodded in agreement. Killer, was the nickname I gave him after seeing his MMA match for the first time. I have to say, he earned that name. 

"I know, but sadly we can't change it. We don't have that power. It's his decision wether we like it or not, it's what he chooses. And we both know, he'd rather die for Caspar than risk changing and let Caspar die by himself," Killian said and I gasped as the words, 
die, 
and 
change, 
rang out in my mind. Shit! Chesney!

"I'm coming Chestnut," I shouted, leaping from the couch and running up the stairs. As I walked in, I immediately turned on the shower before grabbing Chesney and forcing his head under the sink nozzle. I turned the water on and he shouted as water splashed all over the bathroom. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that I had left the dye in for almost an hour! Oh god! 

"What are you doing," he screamed, water shooting into his mouth as I dunked him further into the sink. 

"I'm saving your hair! Now shut up before you drown," I told him as I continued rinsing. After a good ten minutes of rinsing, I turned off the water and he sat up straight. I gasped at his hair, it wasn't red. It was a vibrant, hot pink. It actually looked better on him than the red. 

"How's it look," Chesney questioned and I hesitated, my words being caught in my throat. He rose a brow at me before looking in the mirror, he stares at his reflection in utter shock.

"What did you do," he screamed and I smiled sheepishly, rubbing my neck.

"Well, I might've gotten distracted," I told him and he growled. 

"Distracted? My hair is 
pink 
because you got 
distracted,
" he stated angrily and I looked down.

"Look, I'm sorry but you look cute if that helps any," I told him and he sat down on the stool again, pouting.

"It doesn't," he said, grumpily, I went to speak but Killian walked in with the phone in his hands. He mouthed 
'your parents' 
before handing me the phone. I rolled my eyes and mentally cursed. Don't get me wrong, I love my family but they can get a bit eccentric. 

"Hello?"

"Wesley, is that you? Of course it's you! I know my baby's vice anywhere! How are you cabbage patch," my mom squealed and I groaned at the use of my first name. 

"Mom, I said to call me Dakota. You know I hate the name Wesley. And I've been good, you," I replied and her laughter exploded through the phone, making me hold it away from my ear. Killian and Chesney stared at the phone in surprise as they heard the laughter as well. I placed the phone back to my ear as her laughter finally died out into small giggles.

"Sorry pumpkin, your father just told the funniest joke! But don't worry, it wasn't about you sweetie pie! Now to answer your question, we're fine Wesley, dear! We just called to tell you that we decided to surprise you and that we're on our way to your apartment! But sadly, your dummy head of a father decided to get us stuck in traffic," she told me and I almost dropped the phone. Damn it! They're coming here? Shit! 

"Tiffany, I wanted to take the scenic route," I heard my father say and my mom scoffed.

"Yes, real scenic isn't it Kevin? Look at all of these damn cars! Like we couldn't have seen that on the normal route. Anyways, we'll be there in about an hour, see you soon Choco-pop," mom hung up and I laid the phone on the bathroom counter, running out of the room. 

"Hey! Wait," I heard Chesney shout and I looked back to see him running behind me, his towel discarded on the floor. I went down the steps and grabbed my coat. 

"Nope. You're not coming," I told him and he groaned, his pink hair falling into his eyes.

"Why," he asked and I grabbed the door knob, opening the door. 

"I'm the only one that can be there. Okay," I said and he glared at me.

"So you dye my hair pink and you just run off? That's fucked up," he said and I gasped at his word. What the hell? Did he just do what I think he did?

"Did you just curse," I questioned and he nodded. Woah, never expected that to happen.

"Yes I fucking did! Because you've fucking pissed me the fuck off! Fuck," Chesney cursed and Killian chuckled, placing his hand on his shoulders. 

"Chill out little man, go ahead Dakota, we'll be here when you get back," Killian assured and I smiled at him thankfully. I walked out of the door, shutting it behind me before realizing that I didn't have any keys and that Calixto and Caspar already took the car. Damn it! I grabbed my cell phone and searched through my contacts for the one person that I 
knew 
didn't have anything to be doing at the moment. Once I found the number, I pressed call and waited for him to pick up.

"Dakota? What's up," the man answered and I sighed. Here we go. Let the sexual tension begin.

"Hey Wyatt, I need you to-"

"Come over and fuck your brains out? On my way," he said and he hung up. I rubbed my temples before  putting my phone away. Ever since I first moved here and went to one of Calixto's shows at a local gay bar, Wyatt's been attached to me like a parasite. I may have had a few one-night stands with the guy but it was never as serious as what Derrith and I once had. Not even close. As I heard as a motorcycle approached, I walked to the front of the driveway. He's here. He's just your typical bad boy, motorcycle, leather pants, black boots, and tattoos. 

As the motorcycle pulled into the driveway, Wyatt smiled and put down the kickstand before getting off, heading towards me with his tattoo covered arms opened for a hug. I scoffed at his pathetic attempt and pushed his chest, before grabbing the passenger helmet from his side and putting it on. 

"I didn't invite you over to fuck. I need a ride to the fancy French hotel on fifth avenue," I told him, climbing onto the motorcycle and he smirked.

"Well, looks like I have what you want and you have what I want, maybe we could work out a deal," he said and I narrowed my eyes. I don't have time for this shit!

"Fine, whatever, let's just go," I told him and he cheered, climbing onto the motorcycle. I wrapped my arms around his muscular frame and he revved the engine before driving off towards the city. 

I released my grip on him a bit as the ride became smoother, not wanting to be extremely close to him. Don't get me wrong, the guys certainly my type and extremely sexy, he just brings up too many memories from the past. Too many memories, too many regrets. Every time I see him, I can't help but think of Derrith running away from me in tears. Every. Single. Time. Damn it, now I'm crying. 

I wiped my tears before wrapping my arms around him again. We continued into the light illuminated city, light bounding and reflecting from the shimmering windows. A cool, ocean breeze blew through the city and I shivered slightly, the cold kissing my skin. Cars and buses passed by as we sped through the semi-busy roads. A few shops were still lit by dim, golden lights whereas the tall skyscrapers were still bursting with light from top to bottom. The moonlight danced along the roads as we drew nearer to the hotel, the traffic gradually growing thicker. 

When we finally made it out of the thick traffic, we parked in the lot of the hotel. I jumped off the motorcycle and handed my helmet to Wyatt.

"Don't forget our deal, babe," he told me, winking and I bit my lip, nodding, before running towards the hotel. I ran across the street before going into the narrow alleyway. I looked around for the fire escape before leaping onto the tall, black ladder. I shimmied up the ladder before heading up the staircase, leading to the top floor. I felt as my fear of heights slowly, but surely, escalated the further up I went. I passed pass around seven floors before I looked out towards the city. The tops of skyscrapers were close to my height, maybe a few more floors and I'd be level with them. I took a deep breath before reaching for the window I left marked with a happy face sticker. I shimmied the window open before slipping inside, into the penthouse room.

I walked inside and flicked on the lights, this penthouse is my Aunt's and she really never used it. She has two others and I'm almost convinced she's forgotten about this one. I quickly went to the cabinets and pulled out some chips, placing them in a bowl and grabbed a two-liter from the fridge. I searched around for some dip but the only stuff I found was some old guacamole that I immediately threw in the trashcan. Well, it 
has 
been awhile since I've been here, wouldn't be surprised if these chips could snap a tooth in half.

"Knock, Knock," my mom's chipper voice called from the door and I ran to the door, about to open it when a creaking sound called my attention to the window. I watched in terror as someone crawled in and as they stepped more into the light, I noticed that it was just Killian. I sighed, walking up to him.

"What the hell are you doing here," I questioned and he smiled. Ugh, don't give into his smile. You're angry.

"I saw you get on the motorcycle with Wyatt, I wanted to make sure you were okay," He answered and I smiled thankfully. 

"Can you hide-" I started but my mother's voice cut me off.

"Oh young man, can you unlock this door? My son is inside, probably trying to hide from us. He's always been so silly," she said and I heard as the door chimed from being opened by an employee.

"Damn it, just follow my lead," I told him and he nodded. We smiled as the door opened fully and my parents walked inside. My mom's blonde hair bouncing on her head as she jumped up and down, excited to see me. 

"Honeybun! I haven't seen you in five-ever," my mom squealed, trying to be "hip" as she calls I and I forced a smile as Killian chuckled. My Dad walked in behind her and he smiled at me happily. He's always been the more sane of the two. 

"Give your mommy a hug," mom exclaimed before hugging me tightly, swaying me back and forth. She hugged the air out of me before gasping as she finally noticed Killian.

"And who is this," she asked and Killian went to answer but I stopped him. 

"He's my butler," I stated quickly and my mom's face lit up with happiness.

"You have a butler? Kevin, our baby has a butler," mom cheered and Dad chuckled, walking over and patting me on the back.

"I knew you had it in you son, you done good," he told me and I blushed faintly at the open praising from them. That's all I've ever really wanted to hear from them. Killian looked at me a bit hurt and I smiled apologetically.

"What's your name," my father asked him and Killian looked up thoughtfully, trying to pick a name. I decided to shout one to help him but I had no idea he was just about to answer.

"Jeeves," 

"James," 

My parents looked between us confusedly and we looked at each other nervously. We're screwed. We just 
had 
to pick the most common names for butlers.

"Nice to meet you Jeeves! Thank you for taking care of our boy, he can be quite the scatterbrain," my mom said and Killian chuckled.

"No problem mam, I know just how to handle him," he said and I shook my head in slight disbelief. I love my mom, I do, it's just that sometimes, she's a few fries short of a happy meal. 

"Well if mom's done embarrassing me, let's take a seat on the couches in the living room," I suggested and my parents looked at each other nervously. 

"Sadly, we can't stay long. See, well, we had some news to share. We're adopting another child from the local orphanage," they told me and I forced a small smile. They couldn't wait to get rid of me and now they have another child? That stings a bit.

"You're adopting another kid," I repeated and they nodded. They messed up with me so now they want another shot of a completely successful child. 

"I know it's going to be hard to get used to but we really want another child," mom whispered and I looked away.

"Was I not good enough for you guys? Did I not make you happy," I questioned and they remained quiet. The silence thickened as seconds turned into minutes but soon the silence ended as the back window creaked open. I glanced behind me and saw a head of pink hair, thrashing around while stuck inside a window.

"Would someone mind helping me out," I heard a familiar voice ask and I squinted, seeing Chesney was the one stuck in the window. Oh my god, this kid is going to be the death of me. 

"Son, who is that child hanging out of the window," my father asked while I walked to where Chesney was trapped and Chesney scoffed.

"I'll have you know, I'm nineteen," he said and I smiled softly, opening the window and letting him in. He fell inside before pushing himself off of the ground.

"He's my butler's butler," I said and they looked at me strangely. Killian ran over and slung an arm around Chesney's shoulders.

"Yes, that's true, and he's a bit of a klutzy butler at that! One more screw up and you're fired young sir," Killian scolded Chesney, winking, and Chesney quickly caught onto the act.

"Oh I'm so sorry, sir, I'll try harder," Chesney said and Killian chuckled under his breath. These guys, they're my family. If my parents want another chance with another kid, I want another chance with another family. A family that accepts me for who I am. 

"You know what guys? You want another kid, go ahead. I'll be okay," I said and they smiled. 

"Thank you so much for understanding celery stick, we must be on our way though. Love you bunches, dear," my mother said and just as quickly as they came, they left. 

"Sorry Dakota, I know you wanted us to stay back at the apartment but, we got worried," Chesney whispered and I hugged him, Killian hugging both of us in his bulky arms.

"I'm glad you did, now let's go home," I told them and they nodded. 

"Can we go out the front entrance this time? Sorry but I am 
not 
risking that window again," Chesney stated, pouting and I chuckled.

"Don't blame the window, it was your fat ass that wouldn't come through," I joked and he shoved me. 

"It is not that big," he mumbled and Killian looked at it appraisingly.

"It's a decent size," Killian told him and Chesney gaped at him while he shrugged. Yeah, I'll be just fine.

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"Harder, please," the twink below me cried as I continued to thrust into him. I smirked, lowering my head and pulling on his ear with my teeth as I sped up, his ass and thighs slapping against me. For a customer, he's rather sexy. Probably just broke up with his boyfriend or just came out of the closet, either way, I'm eager to please. 

He screamed in pleasure as he writhed around on the club's bed as I pounded him over and over. I grabbed his arms and held him close against me as I grew closer to my climax. While holding him close to me with one arm, I pumped his shaft with my other, making him cry out and grab my face to kiss me.

"I'm gonna-" was all he got out as he pulled away from our steamy kiss, before he gasped, shooting strings of his seed all over the club's sheets. I smirked, letting out my breath in short pants, as I climaxed as well, filling the condom. 

I pulled out and he stayed in the doggy position, seemingly unable to move. I chuckled huskily before grabbing him and lifting him off the bed, standing him on the floor. He shook slightly before almost collapsing, his scrawny ass would've hit the floor if not for me grabbing him in time. I know I went a bit hard on him, but I didn't think I took away his ability to stand! Damn, I'm good. 

"You okay there," I questioned and he nodded lazily, smiling at me. Oh god. Here it comes. 3. 2. 1.

"Um, I was wondering, would you like to go out sometime," he asked and I had to resist the urge to smirk. There it is. The question that 
every, single, customer 
has. It never fails. They always want more after, more that I never give. I hate breaking their hearts like this but, it's for the best. I'd only extend their heartbreak if they became any closer to me. Like Blaise. I warned him what would happen, I tried to save him the pain but his stubborn ass wouldn't listen. He "loved" me, just like all of these other fuck-seeking guys here. Here comes the worst part of this business, the lying.

"Sure babe, I'd love to see your cute ass again. Here's my number, just call me whenever," I told him, handing him the same fake number I've been giving out for about nine years. That's right, I started this whole job when I was sixteen and living in the streets with Caspar. It wasn't the best life, but we made it work.

"O-okay, bye," he whispered quietly, a hopeful smile on his face and he put on his clothes before walking towards the door. He smiled excitedly before waving slightly and I waved back as he walked out of the door. As the door shut behind him, my fake smile ended. This happens day after day, I fuck the guys then I play the guys. I don't do relationships. 
Except for Chesney, 
my mind persisted but I blocked the thought out. I don't want to think about him. His soft, boyish features, his kind smile, his fluffy hair, his beautiful skin, damn it. Fuck you mind, why aren't you there when I need you? 

I breathed a small sigh before going to the nightstand where I keep the lube, condoms, dildos, and other sexual paraphernalia, and I grabbed the stack of money he left. I counted it out, a grin stretching across my face at the several hundreds. My normal price is about 600 but I guess I earned a 200 dollar tip, now I actually feel a bit guilty for tricking the poor kid. But he deserves better than some whorish street rat. I threw away the used condom and put on my clothes just as the door slammed open, Caspar laughing loudly. Fuck, he's either drunk or high. Or both. That's always an option with him.

"Hey Cal, you suckered another one ey," Caspar questioned while stumbling inside the room, leaving the door open and letting the boisterous beats of the club pour inside. I rolled my eyes as he stumbled towards me before falling onto my shoulder and leaning onto me. I shrugged him off, laying him on the bed as he chuckled like a moron. I hate when he's like this, he gets horny as fuck and dumber than usual. 

"Woah bro, you're sexy and all but I don't take it up the ass man," Caspar laughed and I ignored his comment. I've gotten used to Caspar being piss drunk and high at these clubs, he can't stop himself. It's been a problem ever since my family adopted him from the orphanage. 

At first, he wouldn't talk or even acknowledge that we existed. Until one day, when he came home with a rose thorn tattoo stretching from the underside of his arm to the bottom of his wrist, did he start talking more and sometimes laughing occasionally. We were finally happy, all of us. It wasn't until I realized that the tattoo was a gang symbol, that I figured out about the drug abuse. I tried to help him, I tried. But every time I would take the drugs, he would go back into his shell, never talking. So, I made the worst choice imaginable, to say silent.

I didn't say anything. Nothing, at all. I wanted him happy so I kept my mouth shut. Everything was great for awhile, but when the gang finally asked for their money, he couldn't pay. We may have been just kids, but they didn't care. They wanted their payment at any means necessary.

They hounded us for awhile about paying them but eventually, they took our parents' life as payment. Of course, they made it look like an accident but after the staged car crash, they left one rose on the road to let us know just who it was. From then on, we lived on the streets. I couldn't afford to provide for us both with just a normal job so I resorted to prostitution, letting men, young and old, have their way with me. Luckily, I never contracted any diseases. 

I had to work two jobs, one to provide us with necessities and the other to provide for Caspar's ongoing drug abuse. He hadn't learned anything and was 
still 
buying from the, Piercing Rose Gang. He still does. I can't stop him, no matter how much I want to.

"You need to calm the fuck down, you 
know 
Wyatt is coming today to talk about the money! You're fucking lucky that I made over what I was supposed to or else our asses, would've been royally screwed," I shouted, gaining unwanted attention from a few people in the club and I slammed the door shut. 

"Calm your testicles, we made it right," he cheered, flailing his arms a bit and I rolled my eyes, sitting on the bed with him. Calm my testicles? See, this is what I mean by dumber than usual. 

"No, 
I 
made it. All you did was continue to run our bill into the damn ceiling," I complained and he chuckled, lighting another blunt. Smoke quickly filled the room with a thick haze and the smell of weed burned at my nostrils. I scrunched my nose before coughing, the smoke filling my lungs as well. I hate when people smoke around me, it kills my lungs every time. 

"Wyatt has the good stuff, burns nicely. You have to pay for good quality shit, man. You know how it is," he said and I shook my head. The guy without a job is trying to tell me how to be responsible with my money? Its like getting a church fashion lesson from Miley Cyrus. 

"Dude, you can't keep-" I started but he suddenly leaped from the bed, running to the trash can in the corner. He fell to the ground before puking inside the steel container and I sighed, this happens every time. I stood from the bed and walked behind him before rubbing his back as he continued to puke, the smell was absolutely horrendous. But, it wasn't the worst I've ever smelt. This one time, a really sexy customer of mine and I were messing around and when I felt her below the waistband of her shorts, I lifted my hand and it smelt like a fish market. A 
fish market. 
You best believe I threw that one back. 

"C'mon man, let's get you cleaned up," I said, grabbing him by his arms and pulling him up. He nodded, leaning on me and I wrapped an arm around his waist as we hobbled out of the room, into the partying mass of people. 

The pulsing purple and pink lights blinded me as I pushed my way through the grinding clubbers. The dance floor was illuminated with warm, floating colors and it was alive with energy from the dancers. Everywhere I looked, I managed to catch the eyes of different people. Every look
I received was either hungry or lustful, they desired me. It's not anything new though. It happens every day wether I'm in a club or in a coffee shop. Hell, I could be in fucking morning worship service and I'm sure I would feel some eyes on my ass as I knelt down to pray. 

Being pretty hurts. People don't want you for your personality, your brain, your heart, they only want you for your dick. That thick piece of salami kept in your pants is what people want to get their hands on. That's how it's always been, and how it will probably always be.

I continued to push through the enormous dance floor, trying to avoid the drunk couples that were too busy groping to notice that I was quite literally 
dragging
 a body with me. Caspar could've been dead and I could've been the murderer but no one would've noticed. Or cared at this moment. All they care about is finding someone to go home with right now, murder can wait until in the morning when they're watching the news while hyped up on Starbucks. And the human species is supposed to be intelligent. 

"Cal, I wanna dance," Caspar giggled and I shook my head, trying to speed up slightly. 

"No. I'm 
not 
letting you puke your guts up on this damn dance floor. The people here may have some weird fetishes and kinks, but I'm sure puke-bathing isn't one of them. Let's just get you to the bathroom," I told him but he thrashed out of my arms, running off into the center of the dance floor.

"Damn it," I cursed, going after him but a claw-like hand grabbed me and I looked down to see bright, red nails. There's only one person I know with nails that red, Scarrlet. 

"Where you going," she asked and I turned around to face her, her black glasses and flaming red hair standing out from her face. I smiled at her and she smiled back, Scarrlet and I used to be extremely close but we grew distant when I stopped coming to this particular club since Wyatt and his goons infested it. And no, we weren't friends with benefits, Scarlet and I were true, genuine, friends. She was lesbian anyways so it wouldn't have happened even if I wanted it. 

"Why are you acting so glum and serious? Did that guy you just banged not give good head or something,"  she questioned and I chuckled, shaking my head slightly. She's always been a bit, blunt. 

"No, nothing like that. It's Caspar-" I started but she scoffed, cutting me off.

"Don't even talk about Caspar, that man knows how to party unlike your wet blanket self. Just look at him," she told me pointing to my right and I glanced over before gasping, to seeing Caspar now had his shirt off. The shirt being off wasn't all that surprising, the surprising part was that he was  using his shirt as a leash on some girl. I'd feel bad for the girl if she didn't seem to be enjoying it. 

"Yah bitch! Yah," he cheered, slapping her ass and the club apparently found it entertaining, circling around the two. Damn it, Caspar. Now that's going to be on the fucking internet. 

"See, you need to loosen up. Calm the fuck down and have a few drinks with me," she said, pulling me to the bar and we sat down on the red stools. I glanced over my shoulders towards Caspar and everything still seemed to be going well. He was still grinding on the girl and, surprisingly, the girl didn't really seem to mind being chained by the neck with a t-shirt. Caspar grabbed her by the waist and they drew closer together, Caspar groped her before humping her with his seemingly hardened member. I started to get slightly aroused from watching the two so I looked away, meeting eyes with Scarrlet who was laughing under her breath, noticing my issue. 

"Shut up," I told her and she laughed, shrugging. She snapped her fingers, earning the attention of the barista. The barista was your typical, big-chested, air headed, blonde girl that loved to spike drinks if you didn't watch. I've caught her slipping quite a few questionable things into people's drinks over the years.  

"Two shots of Vodka," she stated and the blonde nodded, grabbing two shot glasses and pouring the vodka inside. I grabbed mine when it was half full and downed it in one gulp, the liquid burning my throat. Fuck, I so needed this. It burned like hell, but if I'm heading there anyways, might as well use this as preparation. 

"See, just listen to Scarlett from now on, you'll be okay," Scarlett joked and I chuckled, ordering another shot of vodka. I grabbed the drink and went to down it but a hand grabbed my wrist, making the liquid spill all over the counter and I cursed, glaring up at the devil himself, Wyatt Chase. 

"Don't get too drunk there Calixto, you're going to want to be able to actually comprehend what I'm telling you. You barely understand English when you're sober, I wouldn't chance it with you being drunk," Wyatt smirked and I had the burning urge to grab him by his silver chain and choke him, but sadly, his bodyguards and gang members would beat me alive.

"Very funny," I said sarcastically and his bodyguards lunged for me but he held up a hand to stop them. He leaned on the counter and chuckled darkly.

"Why thank you, I try. Now, can you go somewhere? We're talking," Wyatt rudely questioned Scarlett and she nodded slowly, walking away from the counter and disappearing into the crowd of dancing bodies.

"You have my money," he asked and I nodded, grabbing the stack of cash I had in my pockets. He jerked it from my hand before counting it, a wide smile appearing on his face.

"Good, good, now see, that wasn't so bad. I love your brother, he's my best customer yet. Why just an hour ago, he purchased enough weed to last him over a year. By the looks of it, he's used up at least half of it by now," He told me, nodding his head in the direction of Caspar who was still dancing crazily. He suddenly covered his mouth before puking all over the girl he was with and she screamed, gaining the entire club's attention. Fuck. 

"Never changes, never changes. Anyways, we'll be on our way so you can clean up that pothead brother of yours," Wyatt said, chuckling, and he along with his goons, left the club. I stared after them for awhile before launching out of my seat, running to help Caspar. I grabbed his arm before pulling him outside the  club, cameras flashing the entire time. Wyatt's right, things never change.

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# |Ten| Give Me An Answer

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~Chesney's Pov~ 

"Dakota, it's hot," I whined from my bed, throwing Penny Pig to the floor, and he groaned from his position on the couch. This would make about the fourth time I've told him this since we got back from "his" penthouse, it's hot as heck in here. Even 
with
 the ceiling fan going. Honestly, it's only blowing around hot air but Dakota will swear up and down that it's helping. It isn't. 

"Just take off your pajamas, sleep in your boxers," he mumbled, halfway asleep and I felt a blush rise to my cheeks at the thought of one of the guys catching me in only my boxers, I'm not sure that would go over so well. 

"I think I'd rather not," I whispered and he threw a pillow from the couch, it hitting me in the face before falling to the floor beside my bed.

"No ones going to rape you, you're cute, not the sexiest man on the planet. Trust me, we know how to keep our dicks in our pants, well most of us do," Dakota told me and I knew exactly who he was talking about, Calixto. Ugh, that jerk. If I ever see him again it'll be too soon.

"Yeah but I don't want to risk it with you know who roaming around," I whispered back and he groaned loudly.

"I'm asleep," he told me, pretend snoring and I chuckled at his joking.

"Dakota, c'mon, I'm hot," I complained and he kept snoring, seemingly unfazed by my continued whining. I rolled my eyes, standing from the bed and walking towards the couch he was "sleeping" on. 

"Dakota, I'm on fire and you're pretending to sleep," I deadpanned and he didn't move, he didn't even twitch. He's good. I poked his cheek repeatedly and he still managed to stay still, his chest being the only thing to move as it rose evenly due to his breathing. Ugh, he's 
actually 
asleep. Some best friend.

Fine, you sleep on my problems, I give you nightmares. I grabbed all of his stuffed animals and made them all face his sleeping body. I grabbed a pink, stuffed monkey and laid it directly on his chest. That'll teach him.  Oh, one final touch.

"We're coming for you, Dakota," I whispered in his ear before giggling to myself. I'm so evil! I wiped my forehead as a bit of sweat trickled down my cheek, instantly reminding me of the heat. Okay, I can't take this anymore. I pulled off my pajama bottoms, leaving me in only my boxers and a t-shirt. Scandalous, I know. I should be ashamed. But at least I'm not it feels cooler now. 

I climbed into bed once again and grabbed Penny, holding her close to myself as I prepared to venture back into dreamland. I closed my eyes as I slowly fell deeper and deeper into unconsciousness, a faint smile appearing on my face. Perfect. 

Until my stomach growled and my eyes sprung open. Of course. Ugh, now I need a snack. I climbed out of bed again and walked out of the room, forgetting that I was just in boxers and a tee. Who even cares? No one is up at this time anyways. Besides Batman. 

I walked down the hall before going down the steps and going into the kitchen. I opened the cabinets and searched around for anything edible. I didn't  really care what it was, as long as I could eat it.

"C'mon man, let's get you some water and aspirins," I heard a voice whisper and fear coursed through me immediately, oh Jesus, we're being robbed! Of our water and aspirins? Eh, it's still a robbery! 

I ran behind the dining room table and grabbed the mop from beside it. I crouched down as the footsteps grew closer, looks like I'm going to be mopping more than just floors today. Dang, that sounded like one of those terrible one-liners from action movies.

"My head hurts like a bitch, fuck," I heard one of the robbers curse and they walked into the kitchen, flicking on the lights. Okay, these guys are terrible robbers, what burglar in their right minds turns on a light? One in their mid-sixties? 

"I know man, but a few aspirins, some water, and a quick nap, and you should feel a bit better. But, you may want to take a shower before you take that nap, you kind of smell like puke," the other familiar sounding voice said. So now they're going to steal our 
aspirins 
and take a 
nap? 
I'm officially convinced that these two are just escapees from the Retirement Home who plan to hit up Las Vegas for a roaring Bingo Night.

As they got closer, I edged my way out from behind the table and, with my eyes closed, charged at them before the mop connected with something. It made a thump noise like a body so I continued to swing relentlessly. 

"Think you can rob 
my 
home, huh," I shouted, swinging the mop wildly but the other one managed to grab me. I screamed, opening my eyes, and I saw what was 
really
 happening. I was being held up by Calixto and Caspar was on the ground, most likely unconscious. Or dead. Preferably the first one.

"What the hell are you doing," Calixto shouted and I rolled my eyes, snatching my mop away from his hands. 
Me?

"What am 
I 
doing? What are 
you 
doing? Who the heck sneaks into their own house," I questioned sassily and he chuckled slightly.

"Well first, we weren't sneaking. We were just coming into the house. And second, you look cute as hell right now," he purred and a blush erupted on my face. Dang it, what's wrong with me? Why can't I control myself around him. It's like my body is against me when he's around. 

"O-oh." 

Ugh, really? That's the best I could come up with? And I just had to stutter! 

"Even when panicking you're still cute, nice stutter by the way," he taunted, winking flirtatiously and I whacked his shoulder with the mop. Not so cute now, huh? Everyone knows that a mop can be deadly when in the right hands, it's a fact. 

"I'm not cute and I don't appreciate your frequent hitting on me. I'm not interested, obviously," I angrily told him and his eyes widened. 

"Woah, what did I do to earn such a freezing cold shoulder," he asked and I narrowed my eyes.

"Well, besides constantly hitting on me, you assaulted my lips," I shouted and he chuckled.

"What makes you think I was hitting on you? All I've said is that you were cute and looked like a nice lay, I never said that I 
wanted 
to be with you. I will admit though, "assaulting" your lips was probably the highlight of my evening," he told me and I quickly looked away, still angry but more flustered than anything. So wait, he 
doesn't 
want to be with me? Why not? I thought I was cute or whatever. Why doesn't he want me?

"Hey, remember me? The hungover guy on the floor? Yeah, I can't really get up and I've been waiting politely on this floor for a good ten minutes. Can you wrap up this whole awkward exchange so that I can go to bed," Caspar mumbled from the floor and Calixto smiled, helping him up. 

"How about this, after I put this dumbass to bed, I'll come back and we can talk. I'll even make you something to eat, so
What do ya say? Maybe I could even come down in only my boxers so we can match," he winked, motioning his eyes down to my boxer clad body and I paled. Leave it to me to completely forget that I'm half-naked and in front of a sex god. Oh but wait, he doesn't want me anyways. Why should I care?

"Fine. Who cares? Not me. I don't give two fudge pops about what you do," I told him and he shook his head, smiling, before hoisting Caspar up and carrying him away, bridal style. 

As he left, all I could think about why my heart seemed to be hurting slightly. So he doesn't like me, that's a 
good 
thing. Right? Then, why do I feel hurt? Betrayed? I've known the guy for less than a week, why does his opinion matter so much? So many questions, and not one answer. 

I sighed in frustration before walking to the dining room table and taking a seat, laying my head on the table's cool, wooden surface. I tugged at my hair before slowly closing my eyes.

God, 

It's me again, miss me? Yeah, I know, I always start off like this but I never really know how to talk to you. I know you're always here for me and right now, I need you more than ever. I just don't know what to do anymore. I know what I've been told, I know what I've always followed, but what if, that's not the way things are supposed to be? 

My teachers told me that gays are supposed to burn in hell for being so sinful, but these guys, they don't deserve that. They don't deserve any of the stuff they go through. They're people and I don't know, it seems natural to them. Lately, it's been seeming more natural to me as well. 

I used to have just an open mind, but now, I think my heart has opened up as well and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. There's just so many emotions spiraling through my heart right now. I just need to know if what I'm feeling, is what I'm supposed to be feeling. I need help.

"I'm back! Miss me," Calixto shouted, walking in and I jumped in my chair, noticing that he stayed true to his promise and he's wearing nothing but Calvin Klein boxers. He chuckled slightly, giving me a cautious look, before taking a seat in the chair across from me.

"Are you okay, I didn't mean to scare you like that," he questioned worriedly and I looked away. Seeing him, the main topic of my prayers, sent a rush of emotion that hit me like a ton of bricks, and it hurt like heck. So many swirling feelings thrashing inside my heart like a mad bull, worry, nervousness, embarrassment, and, the most prominent, affection. 

"Yeah, I'm fine," I whispered and he smiled softly, grasping my hand in his. He brushed his thumb over my knuckles and grabbed my chin to make me look at him. 

"Are you? Are you really? I know how it is when you feel as if you have no one to talk to, as if you're the only one who could possibly understand your struggles, but please, trust me. I'm here for you," he told me, holding my hand tightly and staring me deep in the eyes. His voice rang with compassion and determination, truth seeping from his lips with every word he uttered, and all I could was stare at him, speechless. 

"Talk to me Chesney, please," he pleaded quietly and I found myself nodding as if I was under a spell. He smiled and I felt my heart give a small flutter, I think God may have just given me the answer I was waiting for. 

"I was praying," I whispered and he smiled, urging me to continue. I took a deep breath and he stroked my arm with his other hand to comfort me. Even with his sweet comforting, I don't think I can do this, I'm not ready to admit anything. Not even to myself. 

"It's okay Chess, you don't have tell me now. Just promise you won't hold in everything, it's not good for you. Talk to me," he bargained and I nodded, a small smile stretching across my face at the foreign nickname. 

"I promise, if you'll do the same," I said and he grinned, standing up from his chair.

"I promise, now, let's get cooking. Whatcha hungry for," he asked me, walking to the refrigerator and I stood up from my chair, walking to his side. I stood on my tip toes to look over his arm that blocked my vision of the inside and I managed to spot some strawberries and bananas. I could really go for some fruit right now, maybe a fruit salad. 

"A fruit salad," I suggested and he grabbed the strawberries and bananas from the fridge. 

"Sounds good Chess, I'll cut the bananas and you can do the strawberries, deal," he asked and I nodded, blushing at the nickname. He grinned, handing me the strawberries and we poured the fruit onto a cutting board, grabbing knives and cutting the fruit into smaller portions.

"So, 'Chess,' huh," I teased and a faint blush appeared on his tanned cheeks as he chuckled nervously.

"Well, I knew that Chestnut was Dakota's name for you and, well, I wanted one too," he quietly stated and I giggled, his blush intensifying. That's what he gets for always teasing me, payback is such a female dog.

"Why, 'Chess' though," I asked and he shrugged, turning towards me and looking me in the eyes. 

"I guess because you're like a chess game, hard to win unless you play it smart. It takes both time and patience to win a game of chess, and it only takes one mistake to lose it. I don't want to lose you, so I guess I'll just have to win this game, huh," he explained, winking at the end, and I was left speechless. 

I know, the author is left speechless, how ironic, but I really didn't know how to respond. This man, was definitely smarter than meets the eye. He's more than a sex freak, he's actually sweet and rather thoughtful. It's like a whole new dimension was hidden inside of him, and I was one of the lucky ones that got to see that hidden realm. 

"I think you've already won," I whispered and luckily, he didn't hear it. But hearing it out loud, it seemed more true. He's winning.

After we finished chopping up all of the fruit, we piled it all into a bowl and grabbed two forks. He grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge while I carried the bowl of fruit. 

"You want to watch a movie," Calixto suggested and I nodded, why not? I probably won't get any more sleep anyways. We walked into the living room and sat on the leather couch, me making sure to keep ample space between us by sitting the bowl in between our bodies. I may be developing small feelings for him, but I don't think I'm ready for what that could mean down the road.

"Why are you sitting so far away," Calixto questioned, sounding hurt and I bit my lip, nervously. He grabbed the fruit bowl and sat it on his lap before patting the space next to him. I smiled softly, moving over and sitting next to him and he smiled at me, happy with our close proximity. 

He scrolled through the choices on Netflix before selecting "The Fault In Our Stars," and I looked at him incredulously. He noticed my look and chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"What? I can't like movies like this," he asked in a teasing voice and I shrugged.

"You just didn't seem like the type of guy that would kind these kinds of movies," I told him and he smirked.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a pretty complex guy," he said and I grabbed my fork, lifting it to my lips before biting off a piece of strawberry. He licked his lips as his body tensed and he went to say something, but the movie started. We went quiet and became more immersed in the movie.

After a few minutes of watching it, we seemed to gravitate closer. We were so close that we were practically melded together, my head on his shoulder. It was comfortable even though my heart was pounding in my ears. I could barely even focus on the movie, I was so nervous, but Calixto, he wasn't even breathing hard. He was perfectly calm and his eyes never even left the television, whilst I was about to have a panic attack from sitting so close. 

Suddenly, my breath hitched in my throat as his arm shifted, it lifted into the air before slowly dropping on to my shoulders and I tensed immediately. Oh. My. God. Is this really happening? Is this what people call "cuddling"? 

Soon, I found myself instinctively leaning into him before laying my head cautiously on his chest. I was nervous and tense at first, clutching onto his shirt for dear life. He noticed my apprehension and he rubbed my shoulder to comfort me. It helped some, but what really calmed me was his heartbeat. The soft thumping of his heart was like a melodious beat. Hard and strong, it was so peaceful. 

As the movie went on, my eyes began to flutter shut before I closed them fully, feeling safe in Calixto's arms. I felt as he pulled be closer just before I fell into a deep, peaceful slumber. 

"Good night Chess,"

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# |Eleven| I Just Can't

"When it comes to exploring the sea of love, I prefer buoys." -Andrew G. Dehel

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~Chesney's Pov~

"I'm going to kick his flat, pasty ass!"

"No! He has too much to live for!" 

"He's a slutty man-stealer and a home wrecker!"

"Sweetie, no need to be jealous. He just got what you've wanted for a year in less than a week," 

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of arguing and shouting and I yawned, stretching slightly. I squinted as I took in my surroundings, the feel
of leather, the sight of a sunny window, the weight of an arm around my waist, the breathing of a body behind my own, and the arguing of a crowd of men holding back a raging raven haired guy. Must be a dream. I never wake up to conditions 
this 
nice. Normally I'm either soaked in accidental drool or I somehow have a random item entangled in my hair. My brain probably thinks it's so funny. The little devil is probably laughing its cerebellum off. Heh, brain joke.

I smiled contently to myself at my joke before I closed my eyes, sighing peacefully and snuggling back into the warmth behind me. For a dream, this is pretty realistic. I can practically 
feel 
the blankets abs and pecs. Nice and firm.

"Bitch!" 

I heard someone yell and a bedroom slipper hit me in the face, hurting like hell. Wait, that hurt? That hurt! Dreams don't hurt you, so that means—I screamed, realizing that I wasn't dreaming, and jumped up from my position on the couch. As I looked around, I saw what was 
really 
going on.

Drew, Killian, Dakota, and Bello were holding Blaise around the waist, trying to keep him from prying my eyes out with the spoon he had in his right hand. I know he doesn't like me but to kill me in my sleep? 

I shrugged, missing what was going on, and Dakota pointed behind me with a smirk. I tilted my head in confusion before slowly turning around, what's so bad that he could want to kill me over it? Oh. Now it all makes sense.

As my eyes met with the man from last night, I froze. Calixto. Well at least that explains why Blaise's about to find new uses for that spoon, speaking of spoons, was I 
spooning 
with him? In nothing but my boxers? I didn't know wether to scream or- actually, I think screaming is the 
only 
option. 

"Oh. My. 
Fuck,
" I screamed and everyone but Dakota, who was laughing, stared at me in shock, even Blaise had stopped trying to kill me to stare at me with his mouth agape.

"Did he just say what I think he just said," Drew asked quietly and the others slowly nodded, surprise evident on all of their faces. I blushed as they continued to stare until Calixto yawned from his position, still on the couch. 

"Chess, lay back down. Please, just ten more minutes and then we can get up, promise," Calixto begged with his eyes still closed and holding his arms wide for me to crawl back into them. I blushed more as the guys began to chuckle and snicker behind me, with the exception of Blaise who took this opportunity to launch himself at me, knocking me to the ground. 

"Whore," he yelled and started to smack my face and pull my hair. I screamed as I flailed my arms wildly and kicked my legs crazily. Someone get this demon off of me! Get the holy water! Get the holy water! 

"Fight back Chesney," Dakota shouted and I shook my head, cringing as my hair was pulled more. This must be what it's like to fight in "the streets." I can see why they introduced guns, much less painful! 

"No! That's not God's way! We're supposed to love our fellow hum-" I started but I was cut off with a harsh slap to the face. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, causing a few of the guys to cringe. 

"Chesney, I know you have this whole Sunday school nerd and choir boy act going on but I'm going to need you to slap that bitch back," Bello sassed and I rubbed my burning cheek before glaring. I think God will forgive me.

I closed my eyes and balled my hand into a fist before swinging it blindly until it made contact with Blaise's face. He cried out and fell off of on top of me as Dakota cheered loudly. I stayed on the ground, eyes wide as I stared at my throbbing fist. Did I really just do that? 

"Did I really just do that," I whispered to myself and I gulped as Blaise glared at me with unabashed hatred. Welp, I'm going to die, I had a good run. 

"Yes you did just do that, and that was probably the biggest mistake you've ever made," Blaise growled out and I bit my tongue to withhold my comment but it was to no avail.

"I seriously doubt that." 

I didn't mean it in that fashion, I just meant that my biggest mistake doesn't have anything to do with him. It has everything to do with me and being born. As in, I shouldn't have been.

"You're so dead," he screeched but before he could dig his claws into me again, Calixto got off the couch and got between us. 

"Oh no you don't. Blaise, chill the hell out. Okay? Leave Chesney alone, he didn't do anything," Calixto said and Blaise rolled his eyes, scoffing.

"Yeah sure, so I guess you both just decided to come down here and watch movies in nothing but your boxers," he sarcastically said and I threw my hands out to my sides. Thanks, Captain Obvious.

"That's exactly what happened," I shouted and he narrowed his eyes at me angrily. Calixto turned his gaze on me and his eyes narrowed in a way that said 'butt out.' I froze a bit at the hateful look in his eyes before looking down at the ground apologetically.
Calixto sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Dakota, Drew, you guys take Chesney upstairs. I'll calm down Blaise," Calixto said and they nodded. He and Blaise took a seat on the couch while Dakota grabbed my arm and pulled me up the stairs, Drew following behind closely. Why am 
I 
the one that has to leave? 

"Chesney, bro, that was awesome! I had no idea you could throw a punch like that," Drew praised and I shrugged, trying to play it cool. I held my surely bruised knuckles closer to myself and hissed slightly in pain, darn, that hurt more than I thought it would. 

"Yeah, it was no big deal," I said and Dakota stared at me with a suspicious glint in his eyes. I smiled at him, trying to quell his worry and suspicion, but I knew he didn't buy it. We'd probably talk about this later whilst surrounded by his plushy collection. 

"Am I missing something," Drew asked looking between the both of us curiously and Dakota forced a smile, not taking his eyes away from my own. 

"Drew, can you go get an ice pack, his cheek is stolen," he told him and Drew grabbed my face, holding my cheeks in his hands. My eyes widened as he turned my face, studying the probably blushing skin before raising a brow. 

"They're not bruised, red as a tomato, but not bruised," he stated and Dakota huffed.

"They're bruised. Ice, now," Dakota commanded and Drew glanced at him cautiously before slowly nodding, walking down the steps. Shoot, there goes my only chance at escaping the impending, and probably deadly, conversation with Dakota. 

"You, come with me," He said and he grabbed my hand, pulling me down the hall. I groaned and the thought of pulling away and running crossed my mind but I thought against it. Running and I, don't really get along. For you see, whenever I go running, I meet new people. Like paramedics.

We went inside our shared bedroom and he shut the door quickly before sitting on the bed, patting the space next to him. I sighed and walked over to the blue and grey sheeted bed, dragging my feet the whole way. I climbed onto it and sat down, Dakota staring at me. 

I rose a brow at his actions but his gaze never left my face and I started to grow self-conscious. Is there like a pimple on my face? Dang, I hate those flaming red volcanoes. Those suckers will surface up out of nowhere! 

"Yes," I questioned and he chuckled slightly, looking towards the wall. I followed his gaze but saw nothing remotely interesting. Unless I'm missing something, the walls look like average walls. Only thing sort of interesting is a One Direction poster, which, might I add, someone comically ripped Zayn out of. 

"You really like him."

I flinched a bit and turned around to see Dakota staring at me with a small smile present. I tilted my head in confusion and he chuckled, looking down at his lap.

"You've fallen for him, haven't you," he asked and I stared at him, dumbfounded. He can't mean- no way. 

"Who," I questioned, playing dumb, and he shook his head, smile growing wider. 

"Don't play stupid Chesnut, I know you know who I'm talking about. Calixto," he whispered the last part and my blood ran cold. How could he possibly- oh right. We were just caught cuddling in our boxers. Dang it. What was I thinking? There's some guy I find attractive so I strip down and fall asleep in his arms? Have I really become 
that 
kind of person?

"I, don't know how I feel about him. He's, different," I whispered and Dakota nodded, processing the information as he pursed his lips in thought.

"Different, how," He asked and I shrugged, thinking about him. His mesmerizing smile and hypnotic eyes. His styled hair and chiseled jaw. But those were only the additional peels that only increased the true beauty that was already within him. He tries to hide it, but he cares about people. I've seen so many emotions hidden behind that nonchalant facade he puts up. Protectiveness, passion, affection, and even something resembling love. He's not the shallow kiddy-pool I thought he was. In fact, he's so deep that Adele could roll in it. 

"In a good way," I answered and his eyes widened, I watched as he forced a smile before sighing. Please don't tell me he likes me too. Why was I born so lovable? 

"Chesney, I'm telling you this for your own good. Don't get mixed up with him."

Well, 
that's 
certainly not what I was expecting to hear. Not even close. 

"Wait. You're my friend, shouldn't you be happy that I'm starting to finally figure things out for myself," I asked, slightly miffed, and he shook his head.

"I am your friend, and that's why I'm telling you this. I'm extremely happy you're figuring things out, that's great! I just wish you were figuring out feelings for someone else! He's not good for you, not now at least. Just trust me on this," Dakota pleaded and I stood up from the bed. I can't and 
won't 
listen to this anymore. I 
know 
Calixto. 

"Dakota, just shut up. Okay? I know Calixto," I stated, glaring, and he stood up from the bed as well. 

"You know him? How could you possibly know him? There's so much stuff that 
I'm still 
figuring out," he said and I scoffed. Please, Chesney, stop talking. You're going to get yourself in trouble.

"I know him because I've seen the real him," I told him and he rolled his eyes. Angry Dakota, uh oh, I'm now entering uncharted territory.

"The real him? Oh, you mean his dick. That's the only side to him. And trust me, Blaise and Bello have seen it way more than you ever have," Dakota sarcastically replied and I gasped, growing a bit pale from the information. Of course I knew about Blaise, but 
Bello too.

"I can't take this anymore, now you're just making up lies. He's changing," I told him and he shook his head sadly.

"You know what? Believe what you want. People don't just change overnight. And I know you won't listen, but take caution. It's the only way to avoid heartbreak," Dakota whispered and I gave him one more look before walking out of the room, into the hall. Calixto has changed, I know he has. You don't hold someone so tenderly and 
not 
develop strong feelings for them. It's almost impossible.

As I walked down the stairs to the living room, Calixto came into view on the couch. I smiled, reaching the bottom of the staircase and I went to approach him but I noticed his arms wrapped around something on his lap. Someone. Blaise. 

At first, I gave them the benefit of the doubt, that maybe they were just embracing platonically, but as I came closer, I could see, plain as day, that their lips were met in an embrace as well. 

The air in my lungs rushed out as my blood seemed to run cold. I was frozen in shock. All I could do was watch in agony as the man that won my heart last night, made out with the man that wanted my heart to stop dead.

"I-I-" I stammered but nothing would come out, I simply shook my head before going back up the stairs quietly. I didn't want to interrupt their embrace, for if I did, I would've saw Calixto's eyes that would've hypnotized me into forgiving him like always. God may teach us to forgive, but he also gave us common sense to know when enough is enough. 

As I reached the oak, bedroom door. I couldn't find the strength to lift my hand to the doorknob and I leaned on the door. The world seemed to be crashing all around me, my eyes began to sting. My heart beat painfully, clenching as if being constricted. I slid to the floor and grasped my locket. I can't do this.

"Dakota, I need you."

I can't do this alone. 

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Calixto's Pov~

"Damn it Blaise, I told you! One kiss on the cheek and that was it," I told him and he scoffed, smirking at me from his position on my lip. It all happened so fast. One moment I was explaining to him my feelings about Chesney and the next thing I knew, he was sucking my tongue from my mouth. I'll admit though, it was partially my fault. He started to tear up when I told him about the Chesney situation so I told that I would him give him a kiss on the cheek as recompense but I didn't know he'd go that far. Then again, it's Blaise. He 
always 
goes that far.

"I didn't hear any complaints," he stated cockily as he flicked a few strands of his raven locks out of his face, revealing a playful look apparent in his crystal blue eyes. 

"Of course you didn't. Kind of hard to talk with a damn tongue in your mouth," I replied and he chuckled, snaking his hands underneath my shirt. I shivered at the feeling of his hands on my skin and he smiled wolfishly. Damn, this boy, I swear. Like a fucking cat in heat. 

"So I stole your breath away? I knew I was good but I didn't know I was 
that 
good. Wanna try again," he questioned, leaning down to kiss me again and I sighed, pushing him off of my lap. He grunted softly as he landed on the couch, spreading his legs wide, and grabbed my shirt to pull me on top of him. I landed, gasping, and stared deep into his eyes. 

"Lixy, you know that choir boy can't give you nearly anything that I could. Every time we've fucked, I've left you panting and ready for more. Only thing 
he 
can give you is a migraine. C'mon, I'm yours for the taking, you just have to state your claim," He whispered, kissing just below my chin and I moaned, feeling as my cock twitched in pleasure. Fuck, I can't do this.

"Blaise, no. I'm not doing this. Whatever we have, now 
had, 
is now over. It and 
you 
have become too much for me to handle. I'm moving on. And I think you should too, okay," I told him, helping him up and he stared up at me, his eyes tearing up. He blinked the tears  away before stomping away from me, going into the kitchen. 

"So, you've broken two hearts in one day." 

I turned around to see Drew smirking at me from his position, propped against the staircase, and I glared in response. I pushed a hand through my hair and sighed tiredly. After dealing with Blaise, I really don't feel like dealing with some buff meathead. 

"What the hell are you muttering about," I questioned and he pushed himself off the staircase, walking towards me. His normally always present smile was replaced with a sadistic grin, hate surging through his eyes. 

"Drew," I questioned, but he kept slowly walking towards me, like a wolf on his prey. He smirked, he was enjoying seeing me like this. Weak.

"You know Calixto, I've put up with your shit because I've always tried to see the best in people. You've fucked just about everyone in this damn house and probably a third of the city's population, yet I hoped you'd redeem yourself. But guess what, no such luck," he said, cracking his knuckles and I backed up a bit, trying to create distance between the two of us. He shook his head at my antics, his long, blond hair waving around on his shoulders.

"First, it was Bello. You fucked him over. You screwed him, constantly," he said and I gasped. How did he find out about that, that was supposed to be just between me and Bello. 

"Yeah, I knew. Who the hell do you think held him while he cried after the first night you told him that you didn't want him anymore? Who do you think took months reconstructing his ego after you so brutally crushed it? Me," Drew stated and I gulped, remembering my past actions. I did leave him but that's because I 
had 
to start taking more customers to pay for Caspar's sudden addiction to cocaine. I could manage paying off his weed addiction, that's what he's always had, but when he started wanting cocaine, it broke my pockets. I had to start making more money and I didn't want to hurt Bello when he found out.

"Then you went and screwed with Blaise, everyone told you, 
I 
told you. 
'Don't mess with him, it's bad news.' 
But no, you went and listened to your damn  cock and now look what that's gotten you, a broken twenty year old that's slowly falling apart," Drew growled out, growing more agitated. His veins became visible in his muscles and he gritted his teeth angrily. He's right, all I've done is hurt Blaise. He was just a cute guy that I met at the bar, he was questioning his sexuality so I offered to help him figure it out. I told him not to fall for me, that I would only break his heart, but he swore to me that I would never be able to. He was blinded by lust. Ever since then, he's been connected to me at the hip. Even when I went back to pleasuring my customers, he never left.

"Drew, man you 
know 
that he wasn't my fault, I told him," I whispered guiltily and Drew narrowed his eyes. 

"Wasn't your fault? Well how about the recent heart you broke? Chesney's up there probably soaking Dakota's shirt with tears because of you," he told me and my eyes widened. He's what? Did he see–

"Yes he saw. But I bet that's not your fault either," He sighed and unclenched his fists, looking away from me before turning his back towards me.

"It's never your fault Calixto. You never do anything wrong. You blame everything and everyone but yourself. You're a lost cause," Drew told me before walking out of the house, slamming the door, probably taking a jog to clear his mind.

I continued to stare at the door as my mind processed all of the information. Drew, the most laid back, carefree guy, came close to beating the shit out of me. Blaise is probably planning either Chesney's or my downfall. And Chesney is done with me before we even got to begin our relationship. And I caused all of it. 

Fuck, I need a damn beer.

~Chesney's Pov~

"Is he gone," Dakota asked from behind me and I shushed him, we continued to listen quietly until the door slammed shut for the second time in less than thirty minutes.

"Now he is," I sadly whispered and he hugged me once more, trying to sway me slightly. 
Trying. 
His small frame and tiny arms couldn't really sway me so I had to help him out by leaning from side to side.

"Dakota, I'm not sad," I told him and he stopped swaying and looked up at me, sarcasm apparent in his eyes. 

"Yes, and I'm not the best combination of sexy and cute, stop lying. God doesn't like that, right," Dakota chastised and I breathily chuckled. Dang it, he brought God into it. 

"Right, it hurts but I think I'll be okay. I just, I just thought maybe he would change. That just maybe, he actually felt something for me," I told him and he smiled softly, rubbing my arms before hugging me again. 

"I'm sorry Chestnut. But hey, maybe it's for the best! Now you can focus on that story of yours," Dakota said and a small smile stretched across my face, making Dakota grow excited.

"That's it! Tell me about your story, that's bound to make you feel better," He cheered and I nodded happily. No ones ever really 
asked 
to hear about my book. They've always just ignored me when I said that I was writing one, my parents even have a position open at their car dealership for me if this fails. Which I'm pretty sure they've been praying about.

But believe me, I'm not trying to work there by any means. You see, a car dealership ran by people that think it's best to be honest, doesn't really work well. "
Yes, this car was owned by an escaped convict that died in the back, that's why it's on sale." 
Nah, I don't think that would blow over so well.

"Yeah, I have it in my bag," I said before running down the hall, into the bedroom. I glanced around the room for my brown suitcase, groaning as I remembered that I slid it under the bed. I lowered myself to the floor before grabbing the case, pulling it out from the bed. I opened the case and pulled out the papers that I had stapled together before standing to my feet. 

"What's taking so long?"

Dakota. 

"Coming," I shouted back and pursed my lips thoughtfully. It's better if I just give him a summary, don't want to spoil it for him. Deciding against taking the whole story, I returned it to the suitcase before running out of the room. I looked around for Dakota until I heard the television from downstairs so, rolling my eyes, I went down the steps to the living room.

As soon as I reached the bottom, I could see Dakota as he laid down on the couch, a bowl of Doritos on his stomach. I made an annoyed cough sound and he just looked at me, seeming a bit ticked. 

"Excuse you? I'm trying to eat and burn my retinas watching television, your choking is a bit distracting. If you're going to die by suffocation, do it quietly please," he said and I chuckled, before getting on the couch next to him. I reached for a chip but he growled at me, literally growled like an animal. 

"Dude, give me a chip," I said and he looked at me like I was stupid. In which, I kind of was for asking 
Dakota 
for anything to eat.

"Please," I begged and he stared at me long and hard before mercifully agreeing to let me satisfy my hunger. I grabbed a chip and ate it, all while he glared at me, causing me to crack a small smile. 

"You're lucky, I never share food," he said and I smiled.

"It's cause you love me," I teased and he chuckled, eating another chip.

"You're my best friend, that's for sure," he whispered and I blushed. Aw, I've never really had a best friend. I was a sheltered kid so I never got the chance to make many friends. 

"Really," I asked and he deadpanned at me.

"Duh, if I wasn't your friend I wouldn't care about your story," he told me and I gasped. My book! 

"Oh yeah, you still wanna hear about it," I questioned excitedly. I bounced on the couch happily as he slowly turned his face towards me. 

"No," he said and my jaw dropped. Harsh. I frowned a bit saddened that my "friend" had gotten my hopes up like that just to let me down. We stared at each other in the eyes as he held a straight face, until he burst into a fit of giggles. Oh, it was a joke!

"Obviously I was kidding, go ahead, tell me, tell me," he cheered, ushering me to continue, and I smiled at his enthusiasm.

"So, it's about these two lovers. It was a chance meeting. Two people, drawn together by a common passion. Ink. A tattoo artist that ran away from home meets a privileged artist whilst traveling to New Jersey," I summarized and he stares at me, looking awe-stricken. I was a bit nervous, scared for what he might say, but when he started to applaud loudly, I knew that he had enjoyed it.

"It's sounds pretty good, maybe you could– never mind," he said, cutting himself off and I rose a curious brow.

"Could what," I asked and he sighed, shrugging.

"Maybe make the lovers guys? I think it could really work since I'm pretty sure there's plenty of stories out there that are about the girl finding that snobby guy that she falls for," he told me rolling his eyes and I shook my head. No way. My parents would skin me alive.

"Nope. No way, I'm sorry but I'm not taking that risk. It's not anything personal, but people wouldn't react well to it. It's in my best interests to just keep the romance between the opposite sex," I explained and Dakota sighed dejectedly.

"Eh, it's your choice. Maybe you should call that lady, she's probably waiting on it. Maybe she could tell you what she thinks about your story," he suggested and I gasped. Kay! 

"You're right dude," I shouted before grabbing my phone and scrolling to my contacts. I selected Kay's contact info and started to type my message.

Hey Kay-

No, too stupid sounding.

What's up Kay-

Too informal sounding. We're not best buds or anything. Right? What if she thinks we're friends and that insults her friendship?

"Chesney, just send the damn message." 

Fine, Mr. Crabby pants.

Hi Kay, it's me, Chesney! I was wondering if you'd drop by the apartment tomorrow? Maybe around 12ish? The address is 107 Pine Tree Av. I hope to show you my book and hear what you think of it! Hope u can make it!' 

There, not too formal and not too informal. Perfect! 

Wait did I just text 
"u" 
instead of 
"you?" 
Fuck! 

~~~

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# |Thirteen| Torn To Shreds

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~Chesney's Pov~

"Chesney, stop breathing so hard, you're making it really humid in here," Dakota chastised and I attempted to close my mouth, ultimately failing. I'm a nervous hyperventilater, can you really blame me? I guess you could but it wouldn't be very nice. 

"Sorry, it happens when I'm nervous," I apologized and he cooed at me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Kay was coming to read 
my 
book! 
My 
book! 

"Look, she's just a person. She likes to watch Netflix in a ninja costume just like you and I," He whispered, rubbing my arm and I rose a brow at his statement. Ninja costume?

"I think you might be the only one that does that," I told him and he shrugged, smiling softly.

"Eh, well, I guess I'm the only one that will ever know the pleasures of it," he chuckled and I chuckled, feeling slightly less nervous. Leave it to Dakota to calm me down so easily.

"You know, you're lucky," Dakota said, thinking out loud, and I glanced at him, tilting my head slightly. Lucky? What could he possibly mean by that? 

"What? Why," I asked and he smiled softly, looking down at his lap. 

"You're getting to follow your dreams, you know? You get to actually experience the joys of life and adulthood like we dreamed of as kids," he whispered, smiling hugely and I gave him a small, forced smile. I didn't want to step on his feelings, he obviously was a bit jealous that I could actually get the chance to do something I love whilst he couldn't, and can't, do his dream job because of his crummy parents.

"Dude," I whispered placing my hand on his shoulder but the doorbell rang, interrupting us. He jumped up off the couch, a relieved smile on his face. 

"That's probably her now, I'll just be in the next room," he rushed out before dashing into the kitchen with Killian who was busy baking cookies. I sighed, watching him leave, before standing from the couch and approaching the door. I wiped my overly sweaty palms on my pants, letting out a deep breath, before grasping the knob firmly, and slowly turning it. 

"Um, Chesney? You kind of have to open the door faster than that, I'm not dressed for winter," Kay joked and I laughed nervously, probably sounding like a walrus on crack. C'mon Chesney, be cool! 
Be so cool it's freezing! Be frigid! Be sub-zero! 

"Sorry, come in," I said pulling the door open and accidentally hitting myself in the face. Dang it, that wasn't very sub-zero of me, was it? 

Kay stared at me incredulously before erupting into laughter, clutching her stomach. I blushed and pulled the door open completely, flawlessly avoiding my face this time. Dumb door, always in the way! No one likes you door! That might've been a bit harsh, I'm sure someone likes that door. It's a pretty nice door. Nicely made that is, it's personality couldn't be more splintery. Heh, wooden door pun.

"Sorry Kay, the door has had a bit of a temper lately so it occasionally punches me," I said with a serious face and she rolled her eyes.

"Eh, I'm sure if I lived with a guy, I'd "occasionally" punch him too," she whispered and I started at her a bit confused. What does she mean '
if
'? 

"What do you-" 

"Hey what's over there," she called, cutting me off and walking to the couch, I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. She's avoiding the question. I know she is. 

"It's a couch," I answered and her eyes widened as she gulped, scratching the back of her head.

"Oh, wow, cool! I've never seen a couch of this design before," she said, nodding, and I rolled my eyes. It was a normal couch, nothing fancy about it.

"You have a college degree and you're saying that you've never seen a couch before? Well, Einstein was right, humanity really is doomed to a future of idiots."

A voice spoke from the top of the stairs and Kay and I looked at the staircase for the source of the voice. Soon, footsteps were heard as Bello walked down the steps, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, if it isn't salad dressing girl, how are you," he questioned, walking up to her and she smiled, holding out her hand for him to shake. He stopped in front of her and stared at it.

"Not to be rude, but has 
that 
been properly sanitized," Bello asked, scrunching his nose and Kay scoffed, reaching into her purse. She pulled out some scented hand sanitizer and rubbed it onto her hands, smiling at Bello.

"I never took you for a germaphobe," she said and he shrugged. 

"I'm not, I just read that Howie Mandel is a germaphobe, I figured why shouldn't I be one too," he told us and Kay and I shared a look but decided not to comment. It's for the best. 

"Anyways, I'm doing well, to answer your question," Kay said, shaking Bello's hand and he nodded, looking around the room, slightly confused.

"What are you doing here," he asked Kay and she smiled, looking back at me.

"I'm here to hear about Chesney's story," she said and Bello smirked at me, making me blush slightly. Now that my eyes have been open to the wonder that is men, I've finally started to notice things that I didn't notice before. Like how pretty Bello's eyes are. And how nice his hair is. 

"A story huh, I want to hear too," he decided and he walked towards the couch before sitting on it with one leg propped up over the other. I felt my breath catch in my throat at the thought of reading to 
two 
people at one time. Especially when there's one as judgmental as Bello and one that's my literal role model like Kay.

"Don't be nervous Chesney, we're your friends," Kay whispered, walking over to the couch and taking a seat next to Bello, and I felt as I almost died from pure happiness. Seriously. I think my heart may have skipped a beat or two. 
The 
Kay thinks of 
me 
as a 
friend
! I took a deep breath to calm myself and walked over to the couch, looking down at the ground so I wouldn't see their eyes.

"Okay, so the story begins when a young sixteen year old girl runs away from home because of her parents being against her passion. Tattoos. She escapes into the city and immediately goes to a job opening at a local tattoo shop. She gets the job and her and the owner of the tattoo shop bond, until they fall in love," I said and I looked up to judge their faces. Bello looked, well, like Bello. Cool, calm, and genuinely uninterested. He did give me a small smile though so I knew he somewhat liked it.

"I like it, the only thing is that it seems a bit 
too 
mainstream. But, I would love to show my publisher and tell you what they think, do you happen to have a written copy for me to show him," she asked and I fist pumped the air. This just might be my big break!

"Yes, I do! I'll be right back," I told them and I ran up the steps, running towards my room. As I opened the bedroom door and looked in the suitcase I left open with my book, I gasped as I saw that my book was missing. 

"What? No," I whispered and I started to dump out everything in the suitcase looking around for my stapled papers. It was to no avail. It was completely pointless. They were gone. Someone had stolen it. 
Blaise
. It 
had 
to be him. It 
had
 to be! 

I stood up and ran out of the room quickly, rushing towards Blaise's room. I'll kill him if he took my papers! He's been nothing but a thorn in my side since I've got here, if he's done anything, he's going to regret it! 

Once I reached his bedroom's door, I slowly turned the doorknob, cautiously pushing it open, and come to find our he wasn't even in there. I rolled my eyes, sighing in relief, but that relief was short lived as I saw that there were pieces of cut up paper and scissors on the floor. My book! It was him. He's so dead! That 
bitch
!

~~~

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# |Fourteen| Do the Right Thing

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~Chesney's Pov~

"What. The. Hell," I heard an angry voice whisper from behind me and I quickly turned around, pieces of my cut up book in my hands. Blaise was in the doorway, cookie in his hand, and glaring at me with eyes of annoyance.

"What the hell are you doing in my room," he questioned angrily and I growled, throwing down the pieces of cut up papers all over the floor. No more Mr. Nice Guy. He's gone too far this time. 
Too fucking far.

"Don't play dumb you bitch! You know why I'm here," I shouted, not even flinching at my choice of words, and he smirked, laying his cookie down on his nightstand. He held up his fists and cracked his neck, while taking a fighting  stance. He wants to fight? Okay. I took him once, I can take him again.

"Oh really, well how about you refresh my memory," he said and I held up my fists as well, trying to copy his stance. He's about to get more hits than a Beyoncé single. 

"Gladly," I whispered, slinging my fist at him but my fist was caught as I was pushed into the wall quickly. I grunted as my head connected with the wall and I looked up, expecting to see Blaise's cold eyes but instead I saw Caspar's dark jade eyes. 

"Both of you! Get the fuck downstairs," he barked out, letting me get off the wall and Blaise and I stared at him, paralyzed in fear. He glanced between the both of us before clutching his hands into fists, the veins in his neck throbbing. 

"Now," he exclaimed and we nodded, scampering out and running down the hall. We were both frightened but Blaise seemed to be especially scared for whatever reason, sprinting past me and running down the steps with great haste. I continued behind him and once I reached the living room, I was met with the strangest sight. Blaise, the self-proclaimed "Baddest Bitch of the Bunch," was huddled up on a couch, shaking, and Bello and Kay were looking at him concerned, well Kay was more panicked than anything. I get it, Caspar is pretty dang scary at the moment, but he's not scary enough to reduce you to 
that. 
A quivering, crying mess.

"Whoa, Chesney, what's going on," Dakota questioned, rushing into the room and I shook my head, sitting on the couch next to Blaise. The raven haired boy was hyperventilating and rocking himself back and forth, tugging at his jet black locks. He softly was muttering to himself, whispering under his breath. It was so quiet that I could just barely make out what he was saying but when I did, my chest immediately tightened. 

"Please no, God no," 

I knew those words all to well, I used to mumble those every night after having a nightmare about my brother. He must be having a panic attack. I cautiously reached out to comfort him, feeling as if it was my duty, but he jumped slightly, staring at me with a wild look in his eyes. 

"Don't touch me," he shouted and I flinched back as he glared at me, condemning me with his eyes. I swallowed nervously, and took a deep breath, he's just scared. You can do this.

"I want to help," I shakily whispered and he looked away from me, putting his head in his hands. 

"You've done enough already," he mumbled  and I continued to stare at him until the sound of boots clanking on the stairs attracted my attention to Caspar as he stalked down the staircase, his eyes never leaving us. 

"What the 
hell
 was that," He growled out, walking closer to us, before stopping just inches from where we were seated on the couch. I cowered under his presence, power and anger radiating off of him in waves. Blaise hid his face more, trying to hide himself from Caspar's deadly gaze.

"Caspar? What's going on," Bello asked stepping in front of Kay, standing with a apprehensive look on his face.  Kay looked between all of us, a look of panic apparent on her face.

"These two were about to fuck up each other's shit upstairs. I'm trying to deal with this bitch of a hangover but no, I have to deal with these dumbfucks fighting over a bunch of shredded paper," he shouted in reply and Killian walked into the room, sensing the hostility in Caspar's voice. As Dakota went to walk over to me, Killian pulled him into his chest, shaking his head for him to not get any closer. It was probably for the best considering how fuming Caspar was at the moment.

"Look, Caspar, I'm sure it wasn't that big of a deal," Killian said and Caspar crossed his arms, staring down at us. In his eyes was a whirlwind of emotions. Anger being the most prominent with disappointment being a close second. But there was one I couldn't quite understand, guilt. Guilt? Why would he be guilty? For yelling? For scaring the ever-loving poop out of us? 

"Well, what do you say Chesney, you seemed to think it was a big deal upstairs. Was it a big deal," Caspar questioned and I gulped, licking my lips. I have to, Blaise has done nothing but torture me since I got here. It's time for my revenge. God please don't let me regret this.

"It's a major deal, he destroyed my story," I whispered and Blaise stared at me with huge eyes filled with disbelief, I had quite literally thrown him under the bus. Dakota noticeably flinched at my answer and grabbed onto Killian for support. Kay gasped, covering her mouth, a look of sorrow dawning over her. Bello made a neutral face and ushered Kay out the door, not wanting her to witness what could potentially happen.

"I see," he mumbled to himself before turning his gaze on Blaise. Blaise looked up at him, pleading with his eyes, his lip quivering. Caspar looked down at him, disappointedly, and sighed, pinching his brow. 

"Get out," he told him and Blaise gasped, before launching off the couch and grabbing onto him. Caspar tried to push him off but Blaise kept grasping at him, wrapping his arms around every part of his body that he could get ahold of.

"Caspar, Caspar please! This is all I have, you know that! Please, Caspar," he begged but Caspar grabbed him by his waist and shrugged him off. Blaise stumbled a bit when he landed but he managed to remain on his feet, looking back at Caspar with a look of rejection. I didn't know that this would happen, I promise! I-I just wanted him to finally feel the pain he's put me through! That's not bad, right? Right. 

"Blaise, you're nothing but a freeloader! I've let you stay because of Calixto's begging but now that you're pissing off the paying tenants, you have to go. I'm sorry," Caspar said with tears building up in his eyes and Blaise looked at me, eyes filled with hate and resentment. He walked up the stairs, his eyes never leaving mine until he disappeared behind my line of sight. 

"I need to go," Caspar gasped out and he walked out of the house quickly, pushing past Bello who was making his way back inside, the door slamming shut behind him. Dakota pushed out of Killian's arms and ran over to me before hugging me tightly, swaying slowly.

"You did the right thing, okay? Don't blame yourself, it would've happened eventually," Dakota whispered in my ear and Killian walked closer, a small, comforting smile on his face.

"He's right, what you did was the right thing. You did good kiddo," Killian said and he patted my back as Dakota giggled, looking up at him.

"Kiddo? What are you, his grandpa? Get with the times old man," Dakota joked and Killian poked his cheeks, making Dakota laugh more.

"Shut up," Killian said and Dakota pulled away from me before shoving him slightly, cocking his hip out sassily.

"Make me," he teased and Killian looked like he wanted to say something before settling on just shaking his head and smiling. While they continue to have their cute little tease fest, one question stood out in my mind.

Did I 
really 
do the right thing? 

~Caspar's Pov~

As soon as I got outside and the door behind me shut, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply before blowing out a puff of smoke in an 'o' shape. I cursed as the tears stung in my eyes, and I threw the cigarette on the ground, stomping it under my boot.

"Fuck," I shouted before kicking over the trash can next to the house and leaning against the wall, sliding down it to the ground. I covered my eyes as tears started to trail down my face. 
Blaise.

I had to do it, it was for the best. I can't have him costing me money, not now. Not with Wyatt jumping down my throat for money.

'Ring, Ring'

As I heard my phone ringing, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the device, glancing at the contact information with disdain.

Speak of the devil.

"Hello," I said after pushing the answer button and he chuckled on the opposite end, sounding as smug as ever. The bastard.

"I'm guessing everything went according to plan," he questioned, confidence in his voice and I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. 

"Yes," I grumbled and he chuckled breathily. 

"I like you Caspar, that's why I told you that it's best to cut off those "hanging threads." Not good for business, a business savvy person like you should know that. You've gotten yourself in pretty deep with your last order, last thing you needed was for paying tenants to start leaving," He said and I slowly nodded, running my hand through my hair. He's right, I'm even planning on raising the cost of rent and with Blaise's constant fighting with everyone, I would surely be out of business within a month.

"I know, I just don't think framing Blaise was the way to go," I whispered into the speaker and he scoffed. What I did today will haunt me forever, I should've never let Blaise take the blame for cutting up Chesney's story, I should've found another way to
make him leave. 

"Well it worked. It's over and done with, might as well start getting over it. Now, I need to be going, I have a customer waiting," he told me before ending the call, leaving me staring blankly at the phone. I put the phone back in my pocket and grabbed the bag of white powder, pulling it out and glaring at it.

I can't believe I tore Chesney's book to shreds for 
this. 
I can't believe I kicked Blaise out for 
this. 
All of it, for 
this.

I jumped as the door opened suddenly, hiding the bag of cocaine behind my back, and watched as Blaise walked out with boxes of stuff. He gave me a depressed glare, eyes filled with tears, before walking off, without a true destination in mind. He had no money, or family he could turn to, all he had were the streets. 

I wanted to stop him, to grab him and pull him into my arms. To kiss his forehead and tell him that everything would be okay, that everything would work out. But it was too late. As I watched him walk away, his head down and his shoulders drooped, one question stood out in my mind. 

Did I 
really 
do the right thing?

~~~

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# |Fifteen| White Swallow

The White Swallow Club~>

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~Dakota's Pov~

"Okay guys, I suggest you leave," Bello stated walking into the living room and I looked at him questioningly. Leave? Chesney looked at him incredulously from his comfy position on the couch, he probably wasn't getting up for anything. 

"Why," I asked and he crossed his arms, jerking his head towards the oak door. 

"Calixto's about to be here any minute and we all know that he's always gotten pissed when Blaise was threatened to be kicked out. This time he's actually been kicked out, he's probably going to go ballistic," Bello stated, checking his fingernails and I blinked, he's right. Time to go! 

"Chesney, get up, we've got to go," I said and he sighed, drooping his shoulders. 

"I don't wanna," he whined and I rolled my eyes and tried to pick him up but I gave up, smirking as he laughed.

"Killian, a little help please," I said and Killian chuckled as he grabbed Chesney by the waist, hoisting him up. Chesney screamed as he was put over Killian's shoulder and pouted when we laughed at him.

"I get picked up too fucking much in this damn house," he whispered and I raised a brow at his nonchalant cursing before shaking my head, softly smiling. He's really changing, must be our awesome influence on him.

"Watch your fucking profanity," Killian joked carrying him out the door, against Chesney's will of course, and I laughed, walking after them. Bello didn't make any move to follow so I motioned for him to hurry up but he shook his head, sitting on the couch and grabbing the remote. 

"I'm not going, someone has to keep those idiots in line. Besides, Drew and I have a movie night planned, he doesn't know it yet but we do," Bello said smirking and I winked at him.

"Keep your hands to yourself Bello," I told him and he chuckled, leaning back with his arms behind his head and sighing, deeply contented.

"No promises, now, if you want somewhere to go, the White Swallow is always a good choice," Bello stated and I gasped. The White Swallow is the local gay club, known for its huge crowds and amazing music.

"Bello! Killian and I would be fine but we have a baby on board," I shouted and he looked at me strangely, his eyes going straight to my stomach.

"You're pregnant," he whispered, astounded, and I shook my head violently. 

"What? No! I'm talking about Chesney! And why am I the one that has to be pregnant? Why not Killian," I questioned and he smirked.

"Look at you, you're a string bean in a thong, you couldn't even top Chesney for Pete's sake! Sorry sweetie, but Killian isn't getting topped anytime soon, might as well get your ass prepared," he stated and I blushed as my jaw dropped.

"I have some lube upstairs and a few things that could stretch you out if you want to borrow anything. Just clean it before you return it," he joked, making my face turn even more red. 

"Bye," I exclaimed and I shut the door as he laughed. I can't believe he said that! I'm not that skinny! And so what, thongs are comfortable! And also, who says Killian would top me? Who even says I like him in that way?

"Hey Dakota," I heard Killian's deep voice call, a bit of his Hispanic accent becoming apparent, and I shuddered slightly. Okay, so my body apparently says I like him that way. But that's just my body, 
not 
my heart! 

"Yes," I answered, walking closer to the car and he smiled handing me his MMA leatherjacket, making my face light up with a blush.

"I heard it's supposed to be a bit chilly tonight so, here, take it," he told me, pushing the jacket into my hands and I bit my lip to contain my smile as I slipped on the huge jacket. The sleeves went well past my hands and it looked like a dress with the way it reached my knees. I look so stupid. 

"You look adorable, now let's get going," Killian said winking and I shook my head smiling happily as I got inside the car. Ever since the whole hotel situation with my parents, Killian's started to grow closer to me, something I'm not sure I'm comfortable with. I can't let him get too close, it's not safe for him. It wasn't safe for Derrith.

"Excuse me, why did he get the jacket," Chesney asked from the backseat and I turned around, sticking my tongue out at him. 

"I'm obviously more special," I said and he glared at me before crossing his arms angrily, looking out the window. Aw, he's pouting! 

"Chesney, I could give you tickets to my match tomorrow, but you wouldn't be interested in that wou-" 

"I'll take them," Chesney shouted before Killian could even finish his sentence and Killian chuckled, reaching into the pocket of the jacket I was wearing. He grabbed the tickets and handed one to Chesney, putting the other six back in the pockets. Six tickets? For all of us? Well minus Blaise now, but still, that's actually really sweet. 

"Where to Dakota," Killian asked with gentle eyes and I looked down at my lap, shrugging. I guess Bello's suggestion is the only one I can really think to go with. 

"The White Swallow," I whispered and his eyes widened as he stared at me, astounded by my answer. 

"
You 
want to go to a club," he asked joking and I nodded, what's wrong with that? I can be a party animal!

"Fine, heh, I'm all for it," he cheered and he backed into the road, driving into the city.

"Can I interject? Not all of us are comfortable in a gay club," Chesney stated from the backseat. I rolled my eyes at his answer, is he really playing that card? 

"You were in your underwear cuddling with Calixto, your argument is irrelevant," Killian joked and I laughed with him as Chesney blushed furiously. You can't argue with facts. Well, you can but it'd be pointless. 

"Whatever," he mumbled as we continued deeper into the city, the night lights glimmering. The city was still as lively as normal, guess it's true what they say, the city never sleeps. Taxis and other cars passed by us while pedestrians walked along the sidewalks. Hotels were lit up to the brim as well as different casinos and gambling halls.

"Okay, rules for tonight. No drinks unless 
I 
give it to you, stay where I can see you, don't go to the bathroom alone, don't leave without me knowing, and don't take your wallets inside, I'm paying. Any questions," Killian asked and we shook our heads making him smile as we continued to drive through the city. 

He's so caring and sweet, just like Derrith. But I won't allow myself to hurt Killian like I did him, never. I may have slight feelings for Killian but he deserves better. I'm not good for him. 

"Whatcha thinking about Kota," Killian asked and I looked out the window, sighing. It's better if I just keep it to myself. He doesn't need to know. 

"Nothing," I replied and I felt as his hand grasped mine, I gasped and look towards him only to see that his eyes hadn't left the road. I looked down at our entwined hands as he squeezed it comfortingly and I smiled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. I know this can't happen, I won't let it happen. I can't hurt him. 

~Killian's Pov~ 

Something's wrong. Obviously. He keeps pursing his lips in the cute way that he only does when something is troubling him. 

I wish he'd just talk to me, I'm always going to be there for him. He 
knows 
that. I make sure to let him know everyday. Mostly with cookies or brownies but I think the message reaches home. I hope. 

Soon, we reached the club and I parked just outside of it. I sighed taking out the keys and smiled at the others.

"Well, shall we," I said and we stepped out of the car, closing and locking the doors before going to the front, where a huge line was waiting for us. 

"A line? Dang it," Cheney grumbled and I chuckled, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Eh, the kids grown on me. He's my little Chipmunk. A Chesmunk? Whatever, I'll figure it out later.

"Look, it's good, the owner is a big fan of mine, I can get us in fast. All you two have to do is act like my dates, can you do it," I questioned, winking, and Chesney rolled his eyes, nodding. Dakota got underneath my other arm and we walked to the front of the line, people grumbling the whole time. This place is always full, always. It's the biggest gay club here so that makes sense, and the fact that most gay celebrities, like myself, like to come here.

As we walked up the blue carpet, approaching the bouncer, he stuck out his arm to block our path. I sighed as I felt Chesney and Dakota tensing under my arms but I simply forced a suave smile. The bouncer wasn't too big, well, to me. But, I 
do 
fight massive guys so I guess he'd be big by normal standards. He's pretty tall, a good six foot even, but his leg is obviously weak from skipping his leg workouts. One good kick in the shins, and he's down. Easy win.

"Is there a problem sir," I questioned and he puffed out his chest. Oh, he's one of 
those. 
Those weaklings that like to make everyone else think that they're the shit. I have admit, he certainly smells like the shit with his cheap ass cologne.

"Yeah there's a problem. What the hell do you think you're doing," he asked, jabbing his finger into my chest. You wanna keep that finger bro? I smirked and pointed at his clipboard. Keep it under control Killian.

"Killian," I said and he looked me up and down before looking through the papers. Once he found what he was looking for, his eyes widened and he smiled nervously.

"I'm so sorry sir, it was an honest mistake. You can go in," he said and I didn't bother thanking him, going inside the club. The music was pulsing, vibrating against the walls, and black lights were spiraling from the ceiling, causing a rainbow of colors around the club. Loud laughs and cheers were ringing out from every direction, and the corners were infested with people that were probably humping each other's legs. I'll admit though, I used to be one of those people, good times, good times.

We walked over to the bar and Dakota sat on my left, Chesney on the right. Chesney kept glancing over his shoulder as if he was smuggling weed while Dakota kept laughing at him.

"Chesney, calm down. No one is going to kidnap you or anything, just have fun. C'mon, let's dance," Dakota said, grabbing his hand, and they went onto the color-changing dance floor. 

Within ten minutes of their departure, I was dying from laughter. It wasn't because of Dakota, he could actually dance, it was Chesney. He had no rhythm whatsoever! He was entire beat behind and he couldn't move his lower body at all. It was like watching a monkey on stilts! 

"Stop laughing, I'm trying my best," he said and I shook my head, looking down and chuckling under my breath. 

"You know what, you get out here and dance," Chesney said and he walked over to me before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the dance floor, in front of Dakota. I smiled and waved nervously at Dakota making him giggle.

"Hi," I said and he chuckled, swaying his legging-clad hips to the beat of the song. 

"Hi," he repeated and I took a deep breath, just let loose, let the music move you, you got this. Right foot, right foot, left foot, left foot, right arm, left arm. 

"What are you doing? You look like a robot! You're over thinking it, just move like this," Dakota whispered and he put his hands on my hips to move me from side to side, getting close enough to where I could smell his intoxicating scent. A mix of hazelnut shampoo and vanilla body wash, absolutely amazing. 
He 
is absolutely amazing.

"They're you go, now, let's kick it up a notch," he said, giggling, and he grabbed my arms before reversing himself, putting his back to my chest. He grinded against me and I watched him in shock, frozen.

"You have to move, if you don't it looks like I'm trying to seduce you and I'm failing miserably," he whispered as people started to look at him strangely, laughing a bit. I broke out of my trance-like state and grabbed his waist pulling him against me. He gasped as I grinded against him as well and he led my hands lower down his body as he buried his ass deeper into my crotch. We swayed together, getting lost in the music. My hand found his hips and I grinded harder against him as he bent over slightly.

"Damn Dakota," I whispered and he smirked, raising up and turning around in my arms.

"They wanted a show, they got one," he said and I awkwardly chuckled, feeling how tight my pants had become. Damn it, not now!

"Dakota," I said and he looked up at me, his eyes glowing from the lights and his pink, glistening lip shining. I licked my lips, my heart beating faster. It's now or never. I leant down slowly, wrapping my arms around his waist, just one kiss was all I wanted. And I was going to get it. 

Until he blocked my lips and ran away.

"Sorry, I have to go!"

~Chesney's Pov~

Why'd I even let them convince me to come here? The White Swallow? Really? Something tells me that title has nothing to do with birds. I swear, the moment I'm humped, I'm out of here. 

"Hey stranger," I heard a voice call and a hand touched my shoulder, making me jump, spilling my water all over the bar. The bartender glared at me before wiping it up while I smiled him apologetically. Leave it to me to piss off the person serving my drinks. I just hope he's the type to spit in drinks, not poison them. I turned around to see a head of curly hair, nicely tanned skin, and a very familiar face to match. 

"Dude, sorry for scaring you! But do you remember me? Jeremy from the mall," He questioned and I nodded, smiling at him. 

"Oh yeah! How've you been," I asked and he shrugged, sipping on his drink before placing it down.

"Could be better, remember that fashion expo I told you about," he asked and I nodded, briefly recalling the fashion expo he invited me to.

"Well, it's going to be canceled unless I can find a model. But every model is either booked, or on vacation. Don't suppose you know anyone, huh," he asked jokingly, taking another sip of his drink and I smirked.

"Actually, I do," I said and he spit out his drink all over the counter, much to the bartender's annoyance. We're 
so
 going to be drinking rat poison.

"You do? Who," he shouted and I smiled. I know the perfect person, someone handsome and a lover of clothes! 

"My roommate Bello, he's gorgeous," I told him and he nodded, wiping his mouth. Only thing is, Bello's a bit high maintenance. It's up to him wether he does this or not, I can't exactly make him. But I can definitely try. 

"Is there anyway that you could get him to my expo? Please, Chesney. My career literally rests on the success of this expo," Jeremy pleaded and I bit my lip, guess who just made a promise me may or may not be able to keep. This guy!

"Thank you so much," he told me, hugging me and I smiled, hugging back. He pulled back and smiled at me before signing.

"So, never thought I'd see you in a place like this," he said and I raised a brow. What's that supposed to mean?

"Why," I asked and he shrugged, leaning back on the bar, watching the dancing clubbers. Well, if that's even considered dancing. They're practically having sex with their clothes on. 

"You didn't seem like the type back at the mall, then again, you 
have 
changed. Nice pink hair by the way, looks cute," he told me, winking at the end and I giggled, blushing. 

"Ha, now your face matches your hair," he teased poking my cheeks and I laughed, turning away from him. He's right. I've changed tremendously. Before, I wouldn't be caught 
dead 
in a place like 
this 
but now look at me! I'm even cursing without a filter! What the fucking hell is wrong with me? 

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I have changed," I said and he nodded his head thoughtfully before taking another long sip of his drink, finishing it off.

"Have you changed enough to actually call me," he asked, a soft smile showing on his face and I bit my lip to contain my smile. 

"Maybe," I whispered and he smirked leaning a bit closer to me. Is he going to do what I think he's going to do? Oh my god, how many drinks did he have? Is it the rat poison doing this to him? Maybe if I just go with the flow-

"Get the fuck off of me! Killian, Chesney! Help!"

~~~

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# |Sixteen| A Deal With The Devil

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~Dakota's Pov~

 
"Get the fuck off of me! Killian, Chesney! Help," I screamed as Wyatt, obviously drunk, grabbed my hips, smiling wolfishly. I slapped his hands and pushed at his chest, trying to get him away from me as best I could.

"I said get off! Wyatt what we had is over, get your drunk ass hands off of me," I shouted and he chuckled, grabbing my hands in his strong arms.

"C'mon Wessy baby, you know you still want this," he whispered, the scent of alcohol and tobacco strong in his breath, as he guided my right hand to his crotch. I jerked my hand away as he snickered, shaking his head. An evil, crooked, smile stretched across his face as he gazed into my eyes.

"You're not still hung up on the Derrith thing are you? Look, it's over, he's dead. So what," He said, nonchalantly, and I slapped him across the face with all the force I could muster. Fucking Bastard!

"Keep your dirty mouth shut! Don't you ever talk about Derrith that way," I shouted and he smirked, nodding and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. Oh no, did I draw blood? 
Good
. 

"Why not? You still aren't over the fact that you were responsible for his death," he snickered and I drew my fist back before slinging into his jaw, making him fall to the ground, attracting attention from the nearby clubbers.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up," I screamed, tears pouring down my face. I'm not a murderer! I'm 
not! 

By now, the music had shut off and people were looking at me like I was psychotic. Wyatt chuckled, standing up, and he wiped his lip before he slapped me across the face, making me gasp with a small shriek as pain exploded through my cheek.

"
Never 
hit me again, you got that," Wyatt growled out, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me, and I nodded lazily, my head and cheek throbbing from the force of his hand against my face.

"I think you should get your hands off of him, 
now." 

I fluttered my eyes open as a dark, murderous voice rang out from in front of us. I looked around Wyatt's head to see Killian standing in a fierce pose, arms crossed and nostrils flaring. His breathing was erratic and the veins on his muscles were visible and throbbing. My knight in a sleeveless tee.

"And if I don't," Wyatt snickered, not yet seeing who he was talking to, and Killian stalked over to him, glaring. Wyatt laughed, turning around, and his laughter stopped abruptly as he saw the beast that was Killian. He licked his lips nervously and let me go quickly, smiling anxiously at Killian. 

"Too late," Killian whispered and he grabbed Wyatt by the collar and jerked him up into the air with both arms. He threw him to the ground, causing Wyatt to cry out, and Killian proceeded to climb on top of him.

"You think you can hurt 
my 
Kota like that," Killian growled out, making my heart flutter at hearing him call me his, and Wyatt shook his head, lip quivering.

"P-please-" 

Killian drove his fist into Wyatt's mouth, interrupting his pleading and the crowd gasped as a bit of blood spurted out of his mouth. Wyatt cried in pain, holding his mouth as it bled. Killian grabbed him by his collar once again and hoisted him up to where their faces were almost touching. By now the room had gone totally silent, everyone was completely focused on the battle, or rather, beat down.

"Shut up! You do 
not 
speak! You hurt Dakota, I hurt you," Killian growled out before slamming Wyatt's head back into the floor and raining punches down. Oh my God, he's going to kill him. He's going to kill him! 

I snapped out of my trance and grabbed Killian by the shoulders, pulling him off the best I could. He struggled against me, trying to still inflict pain on Wyatt. I can't let him do this, he needs to stop.

"Killian no! You can't continue, stop! If you kill him you're surely going to jail, please stop! You can't help your grandmother from jail! You need to stop! I'm begging you, please,"I shouted and he stopped thrashing as he was hit with the realization that he could be put in prison for life. He slowly got off of Wyatt, who was reduced to a shaking, whimpering mess, and he looked at me with sadness shining in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he whispered and I smiled softly, hugging him tightly. He returned the hug and I wiped my tears, feeling as more tears, Killian's tears, were landing on my face as well. 

"It's okay Killer, okay? Thank you," I whispered and he sniffed, hugging me tighter before chuckling softly.

"You know, there's a better way to thank me, I mean, if you're okay with it, I don't want to rush-" 

I snickered at his rambling and grabbed his cheeks, kissing him on the lips, making his eyes widen before closing and kissing me back. 

"Aww! I know them! They're my friends! Hi guys!"

We pulled apart to see a cheering Chesney that was waving and clapping like a lunatic. He was stumbling a bit and laughing uncontrollably. He had to be  drunk. Killian sighed from behind me and walked over to Chesney, wrapping his arms around his shouldes to keep him balanced.

"Chesmunk! C'mon, I said let me get your drinks," Killian chided and Chesney giggled, pointing to his glass on the bar counter, which was now coincidentally missing a bartender, of course. 

"I don't need help with water! Silly," Chesney said and he tapped Killian's head before playing with his hair much to Killian's dismay. 

"Yeah, that definitely wasn't water.  C'mon, let's get you home," Killian groaned and Chesney nodded, waving at his friend that he was talking to before we walked out of the club. 

When we get home, I'm 
so 
going to give my bed some much needed attention. 

~Blaise's Pov~ 

"This seat taken?"

I looked over to my side and smirked as I saw Wyatt with a busted lip and a black eye. I shook my head, laughing softly, and he sighed sitting down on the barstool next to me. 

"It was pretty funny watching you get the shit beaten out of you, you know," I said and he crossed his arms looking away. Not speaking? Heh, I'm going to have fun with this.

"Unsurprisingly, you look better like this. I think Killian did you a favor," I told him, smirking, and he glared at me before looking at the floor, cracking a grin.

"I guess the guys finally got tired of your bitch ass huh? Judging by those suitcases, I'm guessing you're out of a place to sleep," Wyatt said, a smug grin plastered on his face. Fuck, I knew his silence wouldn't last. It was too good to be true.

"That's none of your business. And shut the hell up about them, I came here to forget about those traitors. Especially Chesney. I even paid the bartender a few extra twenties to spike his drink. I told him I'd give him more if he'd mix in a little rat poison but he wouldn't, he didn't want to go back to jail. The wuss," I grumbled and Wyatt leaned on the bar, licking his bruised lips and chuckling. 

"Spiteful, I like it," he stated, winking, and I rolled my eyes. He reached over and grabbed my margarita, taking a sip before placing the glass back down in front of me. I know he didn't just-

"Do you 
want 
another black eye," I said, curling a fist, and he shrugged, turning his back to the bar and leaning back on it.

"If you'll kiss it better babe," he said, winking, and I narrowed my eyes making him chuckle. I swear, one more wink, and I'm gouging out his eye with my toothbrush.

"You know, I could help you out with your situation there," he told me, nodding his head towards my suitcases and I raise a brow, slightly intrigued. 

"Oh really, what's the catch," I asked and he turned around to face me, leaning closer. There's always a catch with his type, always. 

"You have to take care of 
my 
situation," he whispered and I gasped before slapping him across his face, making a loud clapping noise ring throughout the club. No way in hell am I having sex with a sleazeball like him! I have standards. 
High 
standards. 

"Hell no, you're not getting your grubby hands on me," I shouted, standing from the bar, and he held his cheek, glaring at me. He stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me through the club and into the nearby alley. I jerked my hand away from his grasp as soon as his grip weakened and I readied myself to fight back if need be. Growing up on the streets, you learn a thing or two about self-defense. 

"What the hell? What's the big idea, huh? You going to try and ra-" He placed his hands over my mouth and pushed me against the brick wall. I kicked at him as I clawed at his arm, trying to get him off of me.

"Shut up will ya? And stop clawing me," he growled, pushing my cheeks together. I stopped kicking him and gripped his arms, not planning on letting him get any further.

"Now, you're going to be quiet, and listen, okay," he asked, speaking to me like I was a child, and I nodded, my head rubbing painfully against the bricks of the wall.

"Good, now, I didn't mean take care of 
that 
situation. I meant, I want my own revenge," he whispered and I nodded, understanding where the misunderstanding came from. My bad.

"Revenge on who? With what," I asked and he smiled snakily, mischief playing in his eyes. 

"Killian," he whispered and I gasped. Fuck, not Killian! He's never hurt me! Dakota? Drop him from the Empire State Building. Bello? Push him into high traffic. Chesney? Soak him in gasoline and set him ablaze for all I care. But Killian? The lovable chef that was always there for me when I needed him? I can't.

"Now, I'm not saying you have to help. All I'm saying is that you have to answer one question," he whispered and I licked my lips, looking away from him. I need a place to stay, if answering his stupid question will get me a bed to sleep on, then so be it.

"What," I shakily questioned and he smirked, chuckling and looking down at the ground before his gaze settled on me again. As his eyes met mine, he narrowed his eyes.

"Where's Killian's grandmother at," he asked and I shook my head. No. I'm not going to tell. That woman is way too sweet to fall victim to some revenge plot. She doesn't deserve this.

"Tell me and I promise, I'll get you a place to stay. You'll get a place at that fancy French hotel. You'll get room service, a place to sleep, a nice, cozy room to stay in. All for free. All you have to do, is answer the question," he said and I hesitated before I shook my head once again. I can't. I won't. He growled before pushing me against the wall again, making me cry out as my head knocked against the wall.

"Why are you protecting them? They threw you out remember? Do you think they really care about you? You think they love you? Open your damn eyes! People like you and me, we're one in the same. We grew up alone, and that's how we'll die. Alone. Now, you can either get back at them now, or regret not doing it when you're on your deathbed. Because trust me, you back out of this, you won't be breathing for much longer," Wyatt stated and I heard as a car door shut and men dressed in all black came closer, guns in hand. Wyatt smirked and looked back at me.

"Do we have ourselves a deal," he asked and I gulped, looking at the guns, and I nodded. I'm sorry.

"Good, now, answer the question," he said and I took a deep, shaky breath.

"She's at St. Genevieve, room 339."

I'm so sorry

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# |Seventeen| Revelations

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"You what?" 

I jumped awake, my eyes springing open, as loud shouting erupted from downstairs and I groaned from my killer headache. I looked around my bedroom and squinted as the sunlight poured in from the open window. I hissed like a vampire and giggled before my head started to pound again making me groan in pain. 

"And they say laughter is the best medicine," I scoffed. wiping my eyes, and felt the material of my shirt rubbing my face. I looked down my body to see I was still in my clothes from last night. Dang, just how drunk was I? I faintly remember grinding on the mailbox before coming in but I'm not sure if that was a dream or not. I hope it was or there may just be a new video on YouTube. That's the last thing I need, billions of people watching me try to get it on with a postal box. Something tells me that inserting my 
'fragile package' 
wouldn't be well received by people, children especially.

"Dakota," I called but he didn't reply, I stood up from the bed, Penny Pig in my hands, and walked over to the couch only to see he wasn't there. Dang it Dakota, always making me walk everywhere.

I sighed, laying Penny next to her friend Cecilia Seal before walking out of the room, yawning. You know, today might not be so bad-

"No, don't tell me to fucking calm down! What the hell Caspar, what the actual 
hell," 
Calixto's angry voice boomed and I covered my ears, the sound agitating my headache. Spoke too soon. Wonder what's got him so pissy. 

I continued walking, dragging my feet, just what all happened last night? All I really remember is talking with Jeremy, drinking some questionable water, and Killian was beating someone up. What was his name? Walker? Wayne? Wiley? Whatever. It's too early to even 
attempt
 thinking at the moment.

"Both of you shut the hell up! You've been arguing for five hours straight! How the hell  am I supposed to get any sleep with your senseless squabbling! One more word out of either of you and I'll rip you a new one, got it," Bello screamed, stomping out of his room and going downstairs, I blinked in surprise before following after him. This should be good. 

As I reached the bottom stair, I looked around the room to see Dakota and Killian on the couch, staring at Calixto and Caspar who looked like they were about to ring each other's necks. Bello had his arms crossed and was leaning on the wall, angrily scoping out the scene. Drew was happily sleeping on the couch, completely unfazed by the current war going on around him. 

Dakota's eyes widened, hearing me step into the room, and he motioned for me to leave, making me raise a brow.

'Why,' 
I mouthed and he sighed, looking anxiously towards Calixto before glancing back at me.

'Pissed,' 
he mouthed back and as soon as I realized what he meant, Calixto turned towards me and his glare harshened as he hastily stalked towards me.

"Calixto," I whimpered and his mouth turned into a hard line as he looked down at me and shook his head.

"Back up Calixto," Killian whispered and Drew snapped out of his slumber as he  stepped over quickly, pushing him back slightly, Calixto growing frustrated. His eyes were cold and harsh, his face void of much emotion besides disappointment. 

"Why'd you do it," Calixto asked breathily and I shook my head, looking down at my hands.

"I don't know what you mean," I whispered and he threw his hands up in the air agitatedly. He sighed and put his hands on hip before rubbing his face with his right hand. I don't know why he's so angry, what could I have done?

"Don't play dumb with me Chesney," he asked and I pursed my lips in thought, playing with my fingers. I'm not playing dumb, I'm just naturally not very smart.

"I'm not playing dumb," I said and he looked down at the floor, seemingly studying the carpet.

"Why did you lie about Blaise," he asked and I gasped. B-but, I didn't lie.

"What are you talking about? I 
didn't 
lie, he destroyed my book," I stated and Calixto scoffed at me, making my face grow beet red.

"Blaise may be a lot of things, but he is 
not 
a liar. He would've owned up to that, I know him. If he says he didn't do it, he didn't do it," Calixto said and I looked away from his accusing glare, becoming quiet.

"So what, are you calling Chesney a liar," Drew questioned and Calixto glared at him. 

"Did those words come out of my mouth," Calixto asked and Drew shoved him a bit.

"No but you implied it you dick, look, Chesney isn't a liar. If he says it happened, I believe him. It 
did 
happen, right Cutie," Drew asked and I looked away, shrugging. His chest fell as the air left his lungs and his shoulders sagged as Bello walked over, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from Calixto. 

"Chesney, I can't believe you. You kicked him out and you didn't have any evidence, it could've been anyone! Heck, it could've been Caspar himself," Calixto said and I nodded, he was right. I shouldn't have tried to get revenge, even if he deserved it, I went too far.

"Now, I'm going to look for Blaise, as soon as I'm back with him, you 
all 
are apologizing, got it," Calixto asked and we all nodded except for Caspar. Caspar crossed his arms, his face contorting into a hard frown.

"I said, 
got it,
" Calixto repeated, growling, and Caspar looked him up and down before jabbing his index finger into Calixto's chest. 

"No I don't get it, this is 
my 
house, 
my 
rules, and if I don't want some freeloader taking up space, then I have the right to not have one," Caspar stated and Calixto shook his head, knocking Caspar's hand away from him.

"What's wrong with you man, you've changed. If something's going on, you need to tell me. Let me help you," Calixto pleaded and Caspar shook his head, leaving the room in haste. Calixto stared at where Caspar was located for a moment before sighing and wiping his face. He turned to face everyone else in the room, a tired expression apparent on his face.

"Guys, sorry for causing all this commotion. Look, I'm not pissed or whatever, I just thought that we all had a tighter bond then that. I thought this house, this was a family. I had no clue that with one dispute, we'd all fall apart," he said, his voice growing softer at the last part, and he looked down at the floor before sighing once more. 

"I'm leaving, I'll be back later," he declared, going towards the door, and I jumped up, walking behind him. 

"I want to go," I said and he stared at me for some time before he chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning on the door.

~Calixto's Pov~

"Why," I questioned, smirking at Chess and he shrugged looking away, avoiding eye contact with me.

"I just feel that maybe he won't come, unless he hears an apology from me first," He told me quietly, playing with his fingers, and I smiled. This kid'll be the death of me, I swear. 

"Well, let's get going then," I said, opening the door and holding it open for him, and he smiled thankfully, walking outside. I waved at the guys before walking after Chess, closing the door behind me.

"Do you have any idea where he'd be," Chesney asked as we walked to the car and I shrugged my shoulders, it's almost impossible to tell where Blaise would end up after this. The angrier he is, the further he goes. Lose a game of Monopoly,  a mile or two. Broken phone? Heh, a good ten miles by cab.  

"No clue Chess, I guess we'll just ride around and hope we get lucky," I replied as we got inside the car, putting on our seatbelts, and I pulled out of the driveway, entering the road and driving away from the apartment.

As we entered the city, Chesney's eyes lit up a bit, like they always do whenever he's curious. Just like when he first met all of the guys, or like when  he woke up to us cuddling. The times when I actually had a chance with him, the good times, the best of times if I'm honest. 

After about thirty minutes of seemingly endless searching, Chesney finally decided to break the silence. 

"Calixto," Chesney's sweet voice called and I hummed in response, my eyes not leaving the road. 

"How'd you end up here? I know you said you were brought up in a Catholic School but as far as I know, there's not one close to here," Chesney asked quietly and I swallowed, my mouth becoming dry.

"It's okay, if you can't-"

"I'll tell you, just please, save your remarks until the end," I said and he shut his mouth, nodding. I smiled at him softly before taking a deep breath.

"When Caspar was adopted, he was quiet, shy, introverted. But one day, he came home with a  rose tattooed on his shoulder and he startled talking and laughing more than he ever did. I thought nothing of it, he was happy, I didn't want to ruin it. Though I wish I had. It was a gang sign, Chesney. A 
fucking 
gang sign," I shouted, feeling my eyes brim with tears and I made the decision to pull over to the curb since it was getting hard to see the road. I wiped at my eyes and Chesney was staring at me with apprehension, restricting himself. He wanted to help, he just didn't know how. He didn't know that he was helping by just being here for me and listening. 

"You don't have to continue," he whispered and I shook my head, I have to continue, I have to. I want to. There's something about Chesney. Something that makes me want to tell him everything, to talk to him about all my problems, to share my darkest of secrets with him, and I love it.

"I'll continue, I'll be okay," I whispered and he nodded, biting his lip before slowly reaching over to hold my right hand in both of his smaller ones. I smiled at him before looking ahead once more.

"After that, I started to find the drugs. I'd hide them, throw them out even, but he'd get angry. He'd hide away for days until he got more. Eventually, I gave up. I let him have them and I kept quiet, taking pride in helping my little brother be happy. But like they say, nothing last forever," I told him, and he gripped my hand tighter, making me look into his warm, welcoming eyes. His mouth never formed words but his eyes screamed safety. 

"We couldn't pay off the gang for Caspar's drug usage, they took our parents as payment. We came here to leave them behind but they just followed us. The worst part is, Caspar 
still 
buys from them, and he uses the rent to pay it off. But, I help him," I said and he smiled softly, urging me to continue. I took a deep breath and gripped his hands tightly.

"I sell myself on a daily basis to help fund his addiction," I whispered and he gasped loudly.

"You idiot," he said and I nodded my head in guilt, I knew he'd react this way. 

"I know, I'm sorry, I know I should've told you sooner about my job but-"

"Not that," he said, interrupting me, and I rose a brow. Wait, what?

"I already knew that, the first day I met you, you were fucking some dude, I'm not 
that 
stupid," he said giggling and I shook my head, chuckling softly. The kid's smarter than he lets on, I like that.

"Then why'd you call me an idiot," I asked and he glared at me. I have to admit, he's pretty cute when he's all grumpy.

"For helping Caspar with his addiction, it's a stupid thing to do! I get it, he's your brother and you want him happy and safe. But the only way for that is for you to stop supporting him, cut him off Calixto," He told me and as I looked into his eyes, for once, I felt as if I knew exactly what to do.

"You're right Chesney, you're so right," I told him and we grew quiet, simply looking into each other's eyes. The only sounds were of cars driving by and our faint breathing. Our hands found each other in an embrace and our faces neared each other.

'Crack!'

A crack of lighting made Chesney scream loudly as he  jump back, hitting his head on the roof, making me laugh loudly. He pouted at me while he rubbed the back of his head and I smiled, kissing his hand.

"Sorry Chess, but you have to admit, it was pretty funny. Now, what do you say we get out of this rain," I asked and he let out a breathy chuckle, looking outside at the pouring rain before nodding.

"I just wish we could've seen him," Chesney whispered and I nodded, pulling into the road.

"I know, I know, but Blaise is a complex individual. He's hard to find, and even harder to convince forgiveness out of. He's grown a hard heart," I told him, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Chesney noticed this action and stared at my knuckles and the veins in my hands.

"There's something you're not telling me," He said and I sighed, that's because it's not my story to tell. 

"If I tell you this, you can't tell anyone. I mean it Chess," I said and he nodded, conviction burning in his eyes.

"I promise Calixto," he whispered and I took a deep breath. Blaise may have told me in confidence, but I trust Chesney. 

"He's been hurt many times Chess. When he was born, he was labeled as a mistake. His father cheated on his mother and he was the byproduct. Soon, his father left them, not wanting to deal with Blaise. His mother became abusive. Belts, sticks, electrical cords, or anything else she could get her hands on at the moment was what she would hit him with. He still has scars, mental, physical, 
and 
emotional," I finished and Chesney licked his dry lips, turning around in his seat to face the road.

"I-I had no idea," he whispered and I shrugged.

"Most people don't. Caspar and I are really the only ones," I said and Chesney shook his head, looking out the window before gasping loudly.

"That's him! Calixto, that's him," he shouted, pointing out the window and my eyes followed where he was pointing, seeing Blaise with a pair of sunglasses on. But that's not all I saw, I also saw Wyatt walking next to him with his forever apparent smug smile.

"Why is he with that Wyatt guy," Chesney asked and I glanced at him with great caution. How does he know Wyatt? 
Why 
does he know Wyatt?

"How do 
you 
know Wyatt," I questioned slowly and he glared over at him. 

"I'm pretty sure he's the one that was hitting on Dakota, literally, and Killian beat the crap out of him," He said smiling happily and my eyes widened, my breath stopping short. Damn it! 
Fuck!

"We need to get back to the apartment, 
now,
" I said, not taking my eyes off of Wyatt and Blaise, speeding up. 

"Whoa, what's the emergency," Chesney asked me, concern blanketing his voice, and I shook my head.

"We'll know when it happens, but for now, we need to be with the others," I told him, struggling to keep my tone down and calm. 

Wyatt can fuck with me. He can fuck with everything I own. But fuck with 
my
 family, and he's dead. I'll take a bullet for every one of those guys. They're all I have. And I swear, I'll do anything to protect them.

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# |Eighteen| Tears Will Be Shed

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When we finally reached the apartment, Calixto rushed out of the car, slamming the doors behind him. He ran inside the house, leaving me staring at him in shock. Finally snapping out of my trance, I ran after him. Well, 
tried 
to run. It's been a few years since my last P.E. class so running isn't exactly my forte at the moment. 

"Wait up! Dang these short legs," I panted whilst running inside the house, jerking the door open and closing it shut once I was inside. I leaned over, planting my hands on my knees as I panted, dang, running is hard. 

"Everyone, down here! Now," Calixto shouted and in minutes, the guys had gathered in the living room. Of course, some more willing than others.

"What the hell do you want this time? You don't even have the street rat with you," Bello mumbled and Calixto glared at him harshly, causing Drew to put an arm around Bello's shoulders and glare back. Ever since their falling out, Drew's been extremely hostile towards Calixto, I guess it's safe to assume that their bond has certainly reached its limit. Calixto simply shook his head, turning away and walking towards Dakota and Killian.

"What exactly happened last night," He questioned with urgency in his tone and Dakota glanced at Killian before biting his lip nervously.

"I'll tell him if you don't want to," Killian whispered, sitting down next to him on the couch and giving his hand a small squeeze. Dakota nodded, slowly leaning his head onto Killian's shoulder.

"Wyatt was bothering Dakota last night even after Kota asked him to stop. After this little cutie here slapped the shit out of that douchebag, Wyatt decided to hit him back. That's when I stepped in," Killian said, causing Dakota to giggle and blush at the cutie part. Calixto sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead.

"Okay guys, from here on, absolutely 
no 
socializing with Wyatt, under 
no 
circumstances," Calixto declared and the others nodded, except for one.

"What the hell do you mean no socializing with Wyatt? And who the hell do you think you are, telling us what we should be doing," Caspar asked, getting out of his chair, getting in Calixto's face. 

"I'm your fucking brother. That's who the hell I am. Now, sit your ass down in your seat before I put you there myself," Calixto growled out, and the room grew deathly silent as the two brothers glared at each other hatefully before Caspar gave in, returning to his seat. 

"And also, while we're on this subject. Caspar, I'm cutting you off, no more drugs in this house," Calixto announced and Caspar lunged from his chair, pushing Calixto back a bit. Killian, along with Drew, sprung up and got in between the brothers, trying to prevent a fight from breaking out.

"What'd you say? Huh, bitch? What the hell do you just fucking say you goddamn motherfucker," Caspar exclaimed and Calixto narrowed his eyes, curling his hands into fists.

"I said, I'm 
not 
helping you destroy your life anymore, I'm setting you up for counseling, I'll find and schedule you an appointment tomorrow morning," Calixto stated and Caspar frowned before a smirk crawled upon his face as he turned his gaze towards Drew. Drew's eyes started to show panic and worry as they darted between Caspar and Bello.

"Dude, don't you dare. Don't you 
fucking 
dare," Drew whispered harshly and Caspar chuckled to himself.

"Well, if I'm being cut off, I guess Drew is too," Caspar said and I gasped, staring at Drew in shock. Drew froze up as everyone's eyes were focused on him, astonished by what Caspar had just announced.

"Drew, is that true," Bello questioned, coming closer to Drew and Drew looked away in shame, not replying.

"Andrew Donovan Turner, answer me! Do you do drugs or not," Bello shouted hysterically and Drew slowly nodded, Bello panted with shallow breaths before taking one deep breath. He walked towards Drew before slapping him across the face and going upstairs. I cringed at the sound as well as most of the others but Drew didn't even flinch. 

"Fuck you Caspar. Bello, babe, I'm sorry," Drew cried, going after Bello and Caspar looked after them with a satisfied smile on his face.

"What's wrong with you man," Killian asked, touching his shoulder and Caspar knocked his hand off.

"Nothing. I'm fine," Caspar lied and Calixto scoffed.

"You're obviously not, look at yourself. Look at what's happening to you," he said, causing Caspar to narrow his eyes.

"Calm down, it'll be okay. You'll be okay, little bro," Calixto said while walking towards him and opening his arms for a hug. Caspar sniffed one time, wiping his now wet cheeks, before walking over and hugging his brother. 

"I'm sorry Cal," Caspar mumbled and Calixto stroked his back, hugging him even tighter.

"Shh, it's okay Caspar, it's okay," Calixto whispered and Caspar nodded slowly, pulling away from the hug. It's times like these that make me always wonder what could've been if my own brother was alive, if I hadn't killed him so soon. I sighed before walking over to where Dakota was seated and taking the spot next to him. 

'Ding-Dong'

Of course. As soon as I sit down someone decides to ring the doorbell. I sighed before standing to my feet and walking over to the door, opening it to reveal none other than Blaise. We simply stared in each other's eyes, neither of us planning on moving. 

"Who is it," Dakota asked from behind me and he gasped as he poked his head over my shoulder before pushing me out of the way.

"What are you doing here," Dakota whispered and Blaise pursed his lips together at Dakota's sassy tone.

"I need to speak with Calixto," he stated icily and we reluctantly let him through, letting him walk straight to Calixto.

"Blaise? What are you-"

"Killian's grandmother is in danger," Blaise blurted out, interrupting Calixto, and Killian's head snapped towards them.

"What? What are you talking about," Killian rushed out, eyes wide, and Blaise licked his dry lips. 

"Wyatt, he wants revenge on you. He's going for your grandma," Blaise said and Killian growled, going for the door.

"Wait! I told him the wrong hospital room so you still have some time," Blaise said and Killian narrowed his eyes. Never since I've been here have I 
ever 
seen so much hate come from Killian. 
Never.

"Why'd you tell him at all," He barked, causing Blaise to jump slightly as he looked away, focusing on the carpet. 

"His gang had guns, they would've killed me," he whispered and Killian punched the door causing a loud bang to echo throughout the house. 

"They should've," Killian said, leaving the house, and Blaise gasped. I froze before grabbing Dakota's hand, we're going too. 

"C'mon, let's go," I told him and he nodded, agreeing with me fully. 

As we rushed out of the house, we spotted Killian getting inside of the car and we waved at him wildly, gaining his attention.

"Wait up," we shouted and we ran over to the car, opening the doors and getting inside. Killian watched curiously, analyzing us with his eyes.

"What do you two think you're doing," he asked and I poked my head in between Dakota and Killian from the back seat.

"We're going with you, what's it look like," I asked chuckling and he sighed, shaking his head.

"No, you're- whatever. Let's go," he sighed and just then, Calixto, Caspar, and Drew came out of the house with Bello bringing up the back, still looking pissed from earlier. Blaise looked at us for a few moments before crossing his arms and walking away, disappearing behind trees lining the streets. I feel a bit sad for him but it's probably for the best right now.

"No, no," Killian whispered and Calixto chuckled, opening the backdoor. 

"Yes, yes," he said and he cringed at the lack of the space. 

"Chesney, you might have to sit in his lap," Killian said from the front and I blushed, letting him sit down before sitting on his lap. Drew and Caspar squished in and Bello rolled his eyes as there was no space left. He groaned and sat on Drew's lap, looking even more pissed.

"We're so getting pulled over," Dakota mumbled from the front and Killian nodded in agreement before speeding down the road, heading towards the hospital. 

As the reality of the situation slowly started to dawn on me, I grabbed Calixto's hand and squeezed it tightly. 

This lady, Killian's grandmother, could 
die
. All because of some man's hurt ego. This isn't what I signed up for by moving here, all I wanted was the chance to chase my dreams. I wasn't expecting the "real world" to be full of so much sadness, disappointment, and anger. I know there's still goodness out there, it just seems like there's so much negativity keeping it hidden. 

"Shit!" 

"Killian? What's wrong," Dakota questioned from the front seat and Killian pulled out his cellphone, shaking his head angrily. 

"I'm forfeiting," he said once he reached the person on the other line and we gasped. No, way. He didn't just do that, no way.

"What are you doing Killian, you can't do this," Dakota exclaimed and Killian hung up the phone, not bothering with replying.

"Killian, you'll lose your sponsors, the sponsors that are paying for your grandmother's treatment," Calixto said from behind me and Killian tightly gripped the wheel, swerving from lane to lane and picking up speed.

"Who the fuck cares anymore? If I don't forfeit, she could die tonight! Better to take the chance that maybe, just maybe, they won't drop me. Maybe they'll understand," Killian shouted before growing quieter at the end, his voice sounding innocent and child-like. He was scared. Which, was understandable. We're all scared.

"I'm sorry Hun, but that's not how the world works," Bello whispered, leaning up to pat Killian's back soothingly. 

"But don't worry man, we're here for you, okay dude," Drew said and Killian slowly shook his head, not yet fully convinced. I guess it's my turn to try. Here goes nothing.

"Killian, I know that we haven't known each other as long as you've known everyone else but, you're like a brother to me. If I feel this way about you, imagine how the others feel," I said and he looked back at me through his mirror, a small ghost of a smile playing behind his stern face.

"Thanks Chesmunk," he said and I blushed at the nickname as the other guys chuckled.

"Aw, that's cute," Calixto whispered and I rolled my eyes, making him chuckle. He hugged me tighter to him and I sighed, feeling a bit less worried but still enough to be on edge.

"Calixto, what if-" 

He placed his fingers on my lips to silence me and shook his head, pulling me closer to him. His arms kept their firm hold on me while the hand I was holding on to, entangled with mine. I looked deeply into his eyes and understood the hidden message, we'll talk about it later. 

"So, dudes, I'm a little confused. Like, do we just bust up in there ready to kick their asses," Drew asked and Bello scoffed.

"Uh Dude, do you like, even have a dictionary," Bello sassed and Drew smirked up at him, cocking an eyebrow.

"I know you're not talking, last time I checked, you could only say two words last night. Harder and faster," Drew joked and Bello's face turned fire engine red as he gasped.

"Drew," he shouted and Drew chuckled louder, the whole car erupting into laughter, effectively calming down the situation at hand. 

"You said that a few times too," Drew joked and I covered my mouth as I started to snort unattractively while I laughed. I blushed as the guys started to laugh at me instead of the previous conversation.

"Told you, Penny the Pig was perfect for you," Dakota giggled from the front seat and I stuck my tongue out at him. Calixto's deep laughter shook his body and was surprisingly soothing to hear. For those few minutes, we felt inseparable, we felt like the family we all wanted. We felt as if the world around us wasn't slowly caving in. Sadly, moments like these, can't last forever.

When we finally reached the hospital, we rushed inside, causing a rather large uproar from the patients and visitors as we pushed past them. Well, more so Bello than anyone. Killian was leading the pack with me directly in the middle, trying not to step on anyone's shoes while also avoiding the prospect of being trampled. As we neared the sign-in desk, we tried running past it but the nurse caught us before we could.

"Sir! Sir! Calm down, which one of you needs help," A red headed nurse asked and Calixto gasped, eyes growing wide.

"Scarrlet, you're a nurse," Calixto asked shocked, walking over to her and hugging her, and jealousy began to stir inside of me. Who's this bitc-lady? 

"Why do you sound so surprised? Just because I work in the medical field doesn't mean that I don't like to go to clubbing occasionally," She said and he shrugged. Oh, she likes clubs. Well, since she likes clubs 
so 
much, maybe I should go buy one and show her what's what. Hit her with the ol' one, two. That three, four. That five, six pick up sticks bitch. 

"And who's this cutie giving me the look of Satan," She asked, her smile never leaving her face. Yeah, Scarlett the Harlot, you better be scared. I just got the guy back, I'm not losing him this soon.

"This adorable cutie here, is Chesney," He said, walking over and wrapping an arm around me and Killian groaned in annoyance.

"This is nice and all, but I need to go! We're visiting room 473, make sure you put some guards around it," Killian shouted before running to the elevator, the others going with him. Scarrlet looked after them with concern before calling up the guards on her red office phone. 

"Yes, we need a few guards to keep watch over room 473 by request of a guest," she said in her sickeningly sweet voice before hanging up. 

"Thanks Scarrlet, would it be too much to ask if we could possibly stay overnight, please," Calixto begged and she licked her lips in thought before finally nodding, cracking a smile. Calixto fist pumped the air like a little kid and she chuckled.    

"You're going to get me fired but you're lucky you and your boyfriend here are so cute," she said, winking at me and I erupted into yet another blush. 

"We're n-not boyfriends," Calixto replied, stuttering, and I noticed as a small bit of blush creeped up his face. Scarrlet seemed to notice as well and she chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say lover boy. By the way Chesney, I won't make a move on Calixto, I promise. Trust me, I don't exactly play that field," she said, chuckling lightly, and my blush reached my ears. Oh my gosh, I take everything back! Even the Scarrlet the Harlot one, which, in my opinion, was comedy gold.

"I'm so sorry," I said and she waved it off, laughing, while Calixto shook his head, chuckling under his breath. 

"It's okay darling, now, hurry to the room so that you can beat security. I'll explain the situation to them later," She said and we nodded, waving, before walking away. 

"So, jealousy," Calixto cooed, before we got onto the elevator and I rolled my eyes, turning away from him. He sighed behind me before wrapping his arms around me from behind and laying his head on my shoulder. 

"Look, I know how I was, but that was in the past. You're the only person I want, no, need. You've managed to work your way inside my heart, and now I can't let you go. I can't promise that you won't get jealous, but I can promise that I'll try my best to never give you a reason to," he whispered and I smiled, leaning back to kiss his lips softly. He pulled me closer to him, deepening the kiss, and I pulled away from him, causing him to whine pitifully. 

I laughed at him as the elevator doors opened and we walked out onto the nicely tiled floor. Most of the hospital doors were closed as many of the residents were sleeping but we easily found room 473, as Dakota was standing outside waiting for us. 

"Before you go inside, I'm warning you, tears will be shed," he whispered, tears in his eyes, and we looked at him frightened.

"I-is she de-" 

"Look for yourself," he whispered, cutting me off, before looking away and we walked inside cautiously. As we walked deeper into the room, I could see Bello and Drew looking out of the window while Caspar seemed deep in thought. 

As we reached the middle of the room, laid on a pure white hopital bed, was Killian's grandmother smiling tiredly at us while Killian clung to her for dear life. Dakota was right. 

Tears 
were
 shed.

~~~

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# |Nineteen| No Mistakes

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~Chesney's Pov~

"Well, you done staring at me or are you gonna give abuela some sugar?"

"Uh, Y-yes Ma'am," Calixto answered, nudging me, and I jumped a bit, coming out of my trance-like state. Killian chuckled at me, wiping his tears away, and he moved out of the way, letting me get closer to his grandma. I was scared to make a move, scared that I would either knock over the equipment, or somehow manage to crush her frail body with my own.

"Well, I'm not getting any younger. I'd love to have my hug before Christmas if you can manage honey," she joked and I blushed as the others laughed quietly. I leaned down and gave  her a hug, trying my best to be gentle, and she scoffed before hugging me tightly making me gasp at her strength. Whoa, looks like Abuela's been hitting the weights. 

"Now that's a hug," she chuckled, letting me go, and I stared at her with amazement as she turned her attention towards Calixto. She eyed him up and down before crossing her arms.

"Well hello, tall, dark, and hunky," she purred, making Killian facepalm, and Calixto's jaw dropped slightly as my eyes widened. Oh my gosh, I love this woman. 

"Um, hi, Killian's grandma," he whispered before leaning down to hug her and she grabbed him tightly, holding him close like a baby. 

"Abuela, I think that's enough," Killian said and she shook her head, drawing Calixto closer to her. I snickered as Calixto tried to keep a smile on her face, to keep from offending her, but he failed as he got closer and closer to her bosoms. Breasts? Whichever is the publicly acceptable one to say. 

"Just a few more minutes, I'm savoring this," she whispered and Calixto blushed, eyeing her bosoms with caution. Heh, he's 
so 
getting teased about this when we get home. Big, bad Calixto is scared of breasts. 

"Okay hot stuff, I'll let you go for now," she finally said, releasing him, much to his pleasure. Killian chuckled and patted him on the back, smiling widely.

"Everyone, this is mi abuela, Valentina. Abuela, you already met Chesney and Calixto, but this is Bello, Drew, Caspar, and Dako- where's Dakota," Killian asked and I pointed outside, making his face contort into one of concern. 

"I'll be right back, can you guys keep Abuela company until I come back," Killian asked, not waiting for answer, before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

"So, who's this Dakota," Valentina asked and I looked at Calixto apprehensively. Does she know Killian's gay? Should I lie? Can you lie to a sweet, old lady? Isn't that against the law? If not, why isn't it?

"Dakota is his boy-" Bello started but Drew covered his mouth, laughing nervously while nodding at me to say something.

"Um, yeah! Dakota's his boy! You know, like his boy, his homie, his dawg," I said, holding up my hands like a rapper and Calixto shook his head, putting my hands down.

"This painful to watch, Dakota is your grandson's boyfriend of sorts," Calixto said and Valentina stared at him speechlessly with her lips pressed into a straight line. Oh gosh, please don't let the heart monitor follow her lips' lead. 

"Valentina, any comments," I whispered and she looked at me before tilting her head confusedly. She smiled and fixed her earpiece before laughing.

"Sorry, I turned off my hearing aid after hearing this one here try and be gangster," she said, chuckling, and I glared playfully at her. I thought I did a pretty good job. Fatty Wep, or whatever his name is, would be proud. 

"Wow, rude. Anyways, Dakota and Killian are kind of an item," I told her and she narrowed her eyes. Here it comes, the horrible, homophobic blast of fury that people and books have always spoke of. 

"Kind of an item," she repeated and I nodded, please don't let her be like my dad. She groaned and threw her hands in the air.

"Why aren't they together? I want to see my Killian happy," she complained and my eyes widened, well, that was anticlimactic. Where's the throwing him out? Where's the condemning to hell? Where's the part where she hates him and rejects every memory of him? This is 
nothing 
like the books!

"Valentina, I really must ask, do you know that your grandson is gay," Bello questioned and she smirked, nodding slowly. Oh, she already knew? Well I wish she would've said something! I'm pretty sure I lost a good five years of my life with all of my worrying.

"Well, I always had a feeling. A grandmother always knows, it's like a special sixth sense. That and he told me three years ago," she answered and I stared at her in shock. She knows he's gay yet she still loves him, my grandparents would probably drown me in holy water if they found out about Calixto. 

"You okay sweetie," Valentina asked, touching my arm and I smiled softly, nodding. Don't want to trouble such a sweet woman with my depressing thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm okay," I whispered and Calixto reached over and hugged me close to him, making me sigh contently as I smelled his signature cologne. A nice mix of scents that always reminded me of my adolescent summers on my grandparents' lake. 

"Are you two together as well," she asked and I blushed, looking in Calixto's eyes to see
how he would answer. I smiled at him, already knowing the answer would be a confident and firm ye-

"No," he stated and my eyes widened as my breathing stopped cold, the sound of my  shattering heart ringing in my ears. No? 

"Because I haven't asked him, yet," He said, winking, and I gasped, smacking his chest as he chuckled deeply.

"You jerk! Don't do that," I whined and he hugged me to his chest, nuzzling his head into the crook of my neck. I weakly pushed at his chest and he chuckled, shaking our bodies softly.

"I'm sorry Chess, you forgive me," he asked, raising his head to look me in the eyes and I smirked at his wannabe puppy eyes. I grew up working the Church daycare, he's going to have to do a lot better than that if he wants my forgiveness.

"No," I said and he playfully sniffed like he was crying, turning away from me. I sighed, rolling my eyes, and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I'm such a softie. 

"See, this is what I want for my grandson. He deserves the world and more for what he does for me, the sweetheart. This Dakota, he won't hurt my baby will he," Valentina asked and I laughed at the thought of Dakota hurting anyone. 

"No, no way, he wouldn't hurt a fly," I assured and she smiled tiredly before yawning. She must be tired, those medications are probably taking their toll on her. 

"Well, when Killian comes back in, tell him I said to man up and get himself a boyfriend," she whispered before slowly closing her eyes and going to sleep. Her breathing slowed to a steady rhythm and the soft beeping of the machines connected to her seemed to beep in synchrony. 

"She's like an angel," Bello whispered as Killian and Dakota walked inside the room, shutting the door softly behind them.

"The guards said we have to stay in here for the rest of the night, they'll keep watch outside the room," Killian said, jerking his thumb towards the door, before taking a seat next to the window. We followed his lead and sat down on the comfortable furniture placed around a small coffee table. 

I sat next to Calixto and he lazily slung an arm around my shoulders. I frowned, laying my head on his chest, feeling as worry started to slowly course through me. This was 
really 
happening. We were 
really 
in a hospital and we were 
really 
being sought after by some psycho. It's not like some book I've read or movie I've seen, this was 
real 
life. And potentially, 
real 
death.

"Babe, penny for your thoughts," Calixto questioned, nudging me softly and I snuggled closer to him, grabbing his hand. 

"Calixto, what if Wyatt does show up here? Blaise said they had guns before so what if they bring them now? What if-what if we don't make it either," I asked shakily and he smiled at me softly, pulling me even closer to him. 

"We'll be okay," he whispered and I bit my lip before pulling away from him, shaking my head as tears slowly started to well up in my eyes. 

"How do you know? Any one of us, or all of us for that matter, could die tonight," I stated and for once, Calixto was left speechless as he looked away from me, frowning at the ground.

"Chesney, calm down. You're doing nothing but freaking yourself out," Dakota whispered and I licked my dry lips, shaking my head.

"No Dakota, I just have this feeling, this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that's telling me that something isn't right," I said and Bello scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned on his already crossed legs. 

"Chesney, we're scared, it's normal. All we can do is suck it up, get over it, and live through it," Bello stated and I nodded slowly, letting his words soak into my mind. I slowly rose my hand up to my locket around my neck and grasped it tightly.

"There's something I need to share with you guys," I whispered and everyone's attention snapped towards me. 

"What is it Chesnut," Dakota asked concernedly and Calixto kissed my cheek, making me feel less worried. They wouldn't leave me over this, would they?

"I'm a murderer," I whispered and in a matter of seconds of me speaking, they gasped. I hesitantly rose my eyes from the floor,seeing many mixed faces, but surprisingly, not one of them were scared.

"Why aren't you guys scared of me? Did you not hear me," I questioned and Bello scoffed, smirking at me.

"Scared? Of you? Wow, that's the best joke I've heard all day," He whispered and the others chuckled quietly.

"Dude, you're like, the most innocent person we know. We wouldn't be scared of you even if you held a gun to our heads," Drew said, laughing, and I rolled my eyes. Don't tempt me.

"But, I killed my brother. I absorbed him in the womb," I said and Dakota smiled softly, reaching over to stroke my arm.

"Chesney, that's not murder. That's life. Things like that happen and we can't stop it. It was meant to happen, wether or not you want to believe it. You're a Christian, right" Dakota said and I nodded slowly, not breaking eye contact. 

"Well, I have one question for you. Does God make mistakes," He asked and I blinked slowly before lunging and hugging him tightly. No, he doesn't. He doesn't make mistakes. What I did, was just a part of his plan. 

"Thank you Dakota," I whispered and he smiled, hugging me tightly. All I've ever heard from my father and a few of the church goers was that what I did was terrible, one man even suggested that a demon could've potentially been in me at the time of birth. But Dakota, someone that doesn't even go to church, managed to debunk their possible theories with just a few words. 

"No prob Chesnut," he said and I gasped as I was pulled out of Dakota's arms and plopped onto Drew's lap as he cried.

"That was so sweet dude," he exclaimed, hugging me tightly and I coughed as his strong arms squeezed the air out of me. 

"Drew, can't breathe, can't breathe," I said, gasping for air, and he chuckled, letting me go. I coughed a bit as air rushed into my lungs and I punched his bicep, only succeeding in making him laugh more.

"Drew, can I have Chesney back please? I'm lonely," Calixto begged, making grabby hands, and I chuckled, walking over and sitting on his lap instead. Like I said, I'm a softie when it comes to him.

"Now I'm lonely," Drew whined before looking at Bello with a smirk, making Bello look at him up and down.

"Do it, you die," He said, glaring, and Drew shrugged uncaringly. 

"I'll take that chance," he stated and he grabbed Bello, placing him on his lap and smiling happily.

"Put me down Tarzan," Bello said, a ghost of a smile hidden behind his frown, and Drew beat his chest like a gorilla.

"Me Tarzan, me likey you," Drew said and he kissed Bello's cheek repeatedly as Bello squirmed, weakly pushing at his chest. We laughed at the two and Dakota turned towards Killian, giggling.

"Why don't you do that kind of stuff to me Killian," Dakota asked jokingly and Killian shrugged, pecking his cheek. Dakota gasped, blushing wildly, and Killian grinned smugly at him. 

"Can you please quiet down the sausage fest down there? I'm trying to get some sleep but it's hard to do that with the smell of all of your hormones stinking up the place," Valentina shouted from her bed and I laughed, laying my head on Killian's shoulder as he kissed my cheek, smiling at me. As I looked into the eyes of Calixto, then around at all of my friends, only one thought came into my head. 

I love these guys. 

'Blaise's Pov'

I moaned softly as I opened my eyes, only to see darkness. I panicked and tried screaming, thrashing around hopelessly. Something was logged in my mouth, preventing me from being heard. I struggled against whatever was holding my wrists together and fought to free my feet from their entrapment, but it was to no avail as I wasn't strong enough. 

What's going on? All I could I remember was walking away from The Apartment and feeling a pain in the back of my head. 

I shifted around in the seat I was tied to and I sniffed the air, distinctly smelling gasoline and mildew. The floor was cold on my bare feet and my arms were cramping from their position behind my back. I tried to fight once more, hoping, no praying, for a way out of this makeshift prison. 

"It's no use. Just give up already, I'm tired of watching this pathetic show," Wyatt's voice came through loud and clear and I stopped, my blood running cold. What does he want with me?

"You know, this didn't have to happen. All you had to do, was tell me one simple bit of information, but no. Instead, you lied to me. Then you had the audacity to go and snitch about my plan to your friends. The same friends that could care less where you are at the moment, but that's none of my concern. Anyways, I'm sure you've heard the phrase, 'snitches get stitches,' but have you heard the last part of that infamous statement," he asked and I shook my head slowly, the sound of my heart thudding loudly in my ears.

"And they wind up in ditches," he whispered in my ear and I stopped breathing all together. I heard the sound of a gun cock from my right and I let the tears flow freely down my cheeks, hanging my head low to the ground as Wyatt chuckled darkly. I was going to die. I was going to die here and my friends, if I can still call them that, wouldn't know. Would they even care? 

And as Wyatt's footsteps faded away and I heard the echoing sound of a door slamming shut, one thought coursed through my mind. A thought that I'd been suppressing for the longest time, afraid of what it could potentially mean.

I love those guys. 

~~~

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# |Twenty| No Hero (Pt.One)

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'Buzz,buzz,buzz'

What the heck is that? Is there a fly in here? I freaking told Drew to close that dang window but did he listen, of course not. Now I have to get up in the middle of the night to shut it. And just to make matters worse, the window is at 
least 
five feet away. Ugh, my life is so hard. 

I groan softly and begrudgingly pry my eyes open, desperately wanting to get back to sleep on my comfy Calillow, also known as, my Callixto pillow. 

I lifted my head from Calixto's warm body, causing him to stir a bit and mumble, and I smiled softly before standing to my feet. I stretched and scratched my head, strange, I don't feel a breeze from the window being opened. 

I looked towards the window only to see it had in fact been shut, guess I owe Drew an apology, but still, where the heck was that buzzing come from if a fly didn't come through the window?

'Buzz,buzz,buzz'

The insistent beeping sounded again and I scoffed as I saw Caspar's phone buzzing wildly on the coffee table. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the phone, preparing to cut it off, when the name 'Wyatt' stood out as the listed contact. What could Wyatt possibly want with Caspar? 

I looked around the room, cautiously looking for any onlooking eyes, and unlocked the phone. I licked my lips, squinting to see that Wyatt had sent two messages and a picture, and I took a deep breath before sighing. Better safe than sorry. With one tap, I opened the messages.

'Caspar, really think it's a good idea to still hold out on my money?' 

I gasped and almost dropped the phone as I scrolled down to see a picture of a tied up, and bruised, Blaise. Oh my 
fuck. 

'Look Caspar, I like you. But you've gone too far this time so I had to up the stakes. He's dead, there's no saving him, but I still want the money or the old lady is next. I still have to get my revenge on that Killian guy after all.' 

This can't be happening, this wasn't supposed to happen! Wyatt was supposed to come here, get caught by the guards, be taken to jail, and then we would live our lives happily ever after! We were supposed to be done with this guy, but he's like a one man cockroach infestation. 

I shakily held the phone and simply stared at the picture of Blaise, his wrists were red from the rope and his face had numerous bruises and cuts. His shirt was stretched in various areas and ripped in others while his hair was mangled, jutting out all over the place. His eyes were covered by a thick bandana but the rest of his face showed every bit of emotion he felt, he was deprived of all hope. I wanted to help him, really. But-

I'm no superhero. I'm not even an ordinary hero. I'm just Chesney, the boy with big dreams and little sense. When I came here, I didn't plan on questioning my sexuality, living with seven gay men, meeting a psycho lunatic gang leader with an unhealthy thirst for revenge, and I sure didn't plan on being the reason that a person's life would be taken. Well, the reason that 
another
 person's life would be taken. 

I sighed and gripped my solid gold locket, looking around at the moonlit guys. I weakly smiled at them and opened my locket, I'm no hero. If anything, I'm a villain.

I growled and tore off my locket, tossing it on the table. I turned around as I heard the solid clink of the gold locket against the glass, hopefully not damaging anything. That locket is priceless, it probably costs more than my entire wardrobe. 

Wait. 

I gasped and rushed to the table before picking up my discarded locket with haste, the gold shimmered brilliantly while the heart shaped diamonds lining the edges sparkled in the moonlight. I smiled softly, gripping Caspar's phone, before breaking into a full grin that almost reached my ears. I squealed quietly, but gleefully, and rushed out of the room, forgetting about the guards that were stationed to protect it. 

I gasped as I opened the door before I could stop myself and I slowly poked my head out, breathing almost inaudibly. I looked around and only saw one portly guard, taking a nap on the hospital's tiled, polished floors. Figures. It's a good thing Wyatt's gang didn't come or else we would've had a problem.

I shuffled out of the room, closing the door quietly, and stepped over the guards long legs, holding my breath the entire time. As soon as both of my feet were safely over the sleeping guard, I bolted down the hallway, running towards the bathroom faster than Drew after three-bean tacos. 

My feet tapped lightly against the floor, making a soft tapping noise as I ran. My breath was excited and shallow, for in my hands, was the ticket for saving someone's life. For once in my life, I'm somebody! 

Back in Virginia, I was that kid that spent time reading in the back corner. That kid you didn't want in groups because they didn't do any work, just read or daydream. Always having your head in the clouds means that your face gets covered as well. 

The dark hospital had a eerie feeling to it, shadows in every corner, deathly silence, and the rank smell of medicine fouling the air.

A cold breeze flowed throughout the hospital, sending shivers up my spine as if a ghost was breathing down my neck. My only source of warmth came from my vicarious running for Blaise. I couldn't let this happen to him, I 
wasn't
 going to let this happen. 

Once I finally reached the bathroom on the last floor, I stepped inside quickly, immediately locking the door behind me. I breathed heavily and looked down at Caspar's phone, panting. Here goes, everything I guess.

I dialed Wyatt's number and waited. And waited. And waited. And wait-

"Ah Caspar, you have my money?"

I blocked the speaker on the phone and moved it away, taking a deep breath. You've got this Chesney, just calm down, and be tough.

"N-no, th-this is Chesney," I stuttered out and I mentally facepalmed, way to go body. All that hyping up, wasted.

"Chesney? I don't know a Chesney, bye," Wyatt said quickly and I cried out for him to wait, covering my mouth in surprise and looking at the locked door behind me. I sure hope no one heard that. 

"Yes?" 

Thank God, he didn't hang up yet. Let's go Chesney, no stuttering, it's time to man up.

"Hi."

Dang it! 

"What do you want? I don't know why you have Caspar's phone but if this is some prank caller, you're dead," Wyatt growled out and I gulped nervously.

"No, no, I-I have money," I whispered and he hummed into the phone before chuckling.

"I'm listening."

"Is Blaise okay," I asked and he paused for a moment before the sound of a gun cocking rung through the phone loud and clear.

"Now he is, great timing but might I ask, why does he matter?" 

"That's none of your business," I snapped before realizing and I went pale as a sheet. Oh god, please don't let that seal Blaise's, and possibly my own, fate.

"Feisty, I like it. You have my interest," Wyatt chuckled darkly, his smirk seemingly coming through the phone, and I sighed quietly in relief. We're still good.

"I have on me right now a locket-"

"You've lost my interest, goodbye-"

"Wait! It's a 24k gold chain and an 18k gold locket with heart shaped diamonds circling the edges! It's worth well over eight thousand dollars, please," I shouted, not noticing my volume, and loud banging erupted on the bathroom door while someone jiggled the locked door handle furiously.

"Who's in there? Get out here, now," a deep voice boomed and I licked my dry lips worriedly, gripping the phone for dear life. Please answer, please answer.

"Eight grand huh? Well, that will cover Caspar's debt. And I guess three thousand is enough for me to let this brat go, hm. Chesney, you've got yourself a deal," Wyatt said and I smiled widely, cheering inside. 

"Okay, okay, so no harm will come to Blaise, right" I asked just to be safe and he agreed with an affirmative hum.

"Yes, just deliver the locket to the basement of L'élégant Hotel, tonight," Wyatt told me, hanging up and I mentally cursed, that place again. 

"Open up! We know you're in there!" 

Dang it! 
How the heck am I even supposed to get out of here with those guards beating the door down? If they catch me, they'll probably assume I'm one of Wyatt's goons and throw me in prison.

I wildly searched around the room for an escape, praying to find one other than the cartoonish way of flushing myself down the toilet. That probably wouldn't work well and even if it 
did, 
I wouldn't go through with it. There were various dust covered vents but I'm not trying to freeze inside of there with how the air conditioning is running. Think Chesney! There's got to be another way. 

"Finally! You bring the keys! Unlock this damn door already, should have your ass fired." 

As I heard keys jingling and the door start to unlock, I gasped as I saw a small window that was hidden high on the wall. 

I narrowed my eyes, putting Caspar's phone in my back pocket while also putting the locket around my neck once again, and picked up a nearby magazine rack, the magazines falling to the floor. I bit my lip before smashing it through the window, glass shattering and flying throughout the room. Oh. My. Gosh. What the hell did I just do? 

"Hey you! Nothing better be broken," a guard yelled, running inside and I hid my face, crawling out of the window. I screamed as the guard grabbed my ankle and I kicked at him with no avail.

"Got you now," he said pulling and I shouted, gripping the bush to my right and pulling against him. The struggle continued until finally, my shoe slipped off and I cheered, running away from the hospital with only one shoe on my right foot.

I'm coming Blaise! I may only have one shoe and a stolen phone but I'm coming!

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# |Twenty-One|No Hero (Pt. Two)

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~Chesney's Pov~

'Honk, Honk'

"Get out of the road you fucking bum!"

Ah, the city, so beautiful with such colorful individuals. I don't know what's wrong with people these days! I'm dealing with a psychopath that wants to murder my somewhat archenemy and I'm getting cursed out for simply walking across the road! I used the crosswalk for Pete's sake! 

"What I'm doing is completely legal sir," I shouted back and he rolled down his window, jutting his hand out to flip me the bird with his finger held out high and straight. Wow, such etiquette, the Queen would be impressed.

I cringed slightly and kept walking across the busy street, my bare foot rubbing against the pavement where the sock had been worn through. Maybe I should've went back for the shoe. 

Once I was safely off the crowded city intersection and away from the belligerent, temperamental drivers, I looked around trying to get my bearings together. I glanced at the different building and soon realized that they all looked the same. Tall and spiky. 

Finally, after a good ten minutes of building observing, I thought of the most brilliant idea I had all day. I licked my finger and put it high in the air, I've seen survivalists do this all the time on television. 

So, judging by the wind patterns, I have concluded that the best way to go is south of where I'm standing! Yeah, that sounds about right! Look at me, the survivalist! I should totally go on one of those game shows!

"Hey kid! You just gon' sit there with ya finger in the air like that or are ya gonna get in?"

I jumped slightly as a gravely voice interrupted my train of thought and I turned to my right to see a bright, yellow cab parked at the curb with a grumpy looking man inside. 

I blinked at him and glanced to both of my sides before pointing at myself, causing him to roll his eyes and smirk.

"No, I was talking to the 
other 
kid with his damn pinky higher than the fucking Queen of England's! Yes you, you idiot! Are you getting in or not, I ain't got all day," the cab driver said and I put my hands up in defense before climbing inside the musty smelling cab. The springy, leather seats smelt of gym socks and sweat whilst the stale air held the slightest hint of a freshly eaten chili dog. With extra onions. Oh how delightful. 

"Where to, kid?"

"L'élégant hotel please," I said and he rose a brow at me before shrugging, driving the cab away from the curb, heading north. Huh, I guess it's a good thing I didn't start walking. 

As we merged into the congested traffic, it grew quiet between us in the dank, not to mention rank, cab. The leather stuck to my skin and the trash made me a bit squeamish. I glanced to the front to see that it wasn't much better, it still had numerous McDonald's bags littered about but it did have a slight decorative touch with a small name plaque, the name Mitch engraved on it.

"You don't seem like the type to stay at that hotel,"  Mitch said, drawing my attention away from his name plaque, and I tilted my head in confusion. The type? What does he mean the type? He looked at me in his rear view mirror, noticing my puzzled face, and shrugged. 

"Rich. I mean, look at you kid! You're missing a shoe and you look like you got in a fist fight with a cheese grater," he stated and I laughed, looking over myself. Tattered clothes that let in a breeze, dried blood that was once dripping down my arms and legs, and a bit of glass trapped within the material of my shirt. Maybe jumping out a broken window wasn't the best choice. Still better than the toilet though.

"Well, I can't argue with that logic, Mitch," I said and he chuckled, driving forward as the traffic started to progress.

We continued through the city, street lights illuminating our path. I sighed as I rolled down the window slightly, letting some of the cool, night air breeze over my face. My heart was pounding in my chest and my palms began to get a bit sweaty. A smile stretched across my face as I rolled the window all the way down, my hair blowing wildly in the wind. 

"Kid? Kid!"

I jumped as I was snapped out of my dreamy stupor, jerking my head towards Mitch, whom was staring at me through his rear view mirror. 

"Yeah," I questioned and he sighed, shaking his head with a small ghost of a smile. He pointed to his right and I raised a brow before glancing to where his finger was aimed. 

What was he talking about? All I saw was a sidewalk, a few planted trees, people walking, and the L'élégant  Hotel. Oh, wait.

"Oh! Heh, sorry," I said and he chuckled, shaking his head dismissively, and I gave him the few dollars I had before getting out of the cab, shutting the door behind me. He honked once before speeding off and I waved, going inside the extravagant hotel. 

As soon as I stepped foot through the gorgeous, golden sliding doors of the hotel, the strong fragrance of lilac and the scent of numerous colognes and perfumes assaulted my nostrils in a frenzy. I scrunched my nose and approached the front counter, looking around at all of the beautiful paintings and expensive vases the hotel had on display. 

When I finally reached the counter, I glanced around for at least one worker but it seemed as if the entire desk had been abandoned. I rang the small, silver bell they had on the marble countertop and waited patiently. 

As I continued to wait, people in stuffy suits and pinch inducing shoes walked by me with their noses as high as Katy Perry's heels. I smiled at a few of them and tried waving a couple of times but no one returned my gestures, judging me instead. I sighed and rolled my eyes, slumping on the still unoccupied counter.

"Where are they," I whispered to myself, ringing the bell once more.

"What are you doing sneaking out of the room at two in the fucking morning?" 

"Bello, that's not Chesney." 

I rose a curious brow and turned around, immediately seeing Bello and Dakota interrogating some poor teen with blonde hair. Bello squinted carefully at him before pushing him out of the way, his eyes instantly meeting with my own.

"You! I would know those huge ass pores from a mile away," Bello muttered angrily, stalking his way over to me while I played with my fingers nervously. Uh oh. 

"Hehe, hi guys," I cooed, waving, and Bello stopped in front of me, glaring with Dakota shaking his head disappointedly.

"What is wrong with you? I wake up in the middle of the night because of guards yelling about some lunatic out on the streets with one shoe! Just so happened that 
our 
lunatic was missing as well! So, I put two and two together, woke up Dakota here, and tracked your stupid ass down," Bello shouted, quickly gaining attention from onlookers and Dakota patted his back to calm him down.

"Chesney, why didn't you wake us? If you wanted to take a stroll on the streets with one shoe we would've came with you," Dakota whispered gently and Bello scoffed, crossing his arms belligerently.

"I wouldn't have," he whispered and Dakota sighed,  looking back at him.

"Yes, you would've," Dakota stated and Bello rolled his eyes, turning away from us. Dakota chuckled slightly and turned back towards me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Chesney, what's going on? I have to admit, I'm not happy that we had to chase you down like we did in the middle of the night," Dakota and Bello fake chuckled, throwing his hands in the air.

"Not happy? Not happy? I'm fucking livid! I'm walking around with zero concealer, zero mascara, I don't even have my damn contacts in," Bello screamed and Dakota hugged him to comfort him, shushing him gently. 

"I'm sorry Bello, okay? I have a good reason for leaving, just hear me out," I pleaded and Bello narrowed his eyes at me before sighing deeply and nodding, pinching his nose in frustration. 

"Fine, I'm listening," Bello grumbled and I smiled softly at him, taking a deep breath.

"Wyatt has Blaise and I'm giving him my locket in exchange for him," I said and Bello deadpanned before smacking my head, making me cry out in pain.

"Are you an idiot? You're seriously making a deal with a criminal? Give me the damn phone," he said, grabbing the phone from my hands and I furrowed my brows in confusion. 

"What are you doing," I asked, craning my neck to see what he was doing.

"Calling the police, what else would I be doing," he sassily replied and I facepalmed, why didn't I think of that. Stupid.

"Come with us, and you won't be hurt," I heard a deep voice say and I gasped as I felt a gun press into my back. I put my hands up and nodded slowly, watching as Dakota and Bello's faces paled in terror. I licked my dry lips, turning around slowly to see three masked people with concealed guns in their hands. Two of which, seemed oddly familiar. I know I've seen the vibrant red hair, and the bright red nails somewhere. And the arrogant eyes of the man to the woman's right rung a bell as well. I couldn't focus enough to distinguish the people behind the masks, but one thought did ring clearly through my head.

Shit. 

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# |Twenty-Two| Black Out

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~Chesney's Pov~

After being led away from the lobby, the masked people took us to a dimly lit passageway labeled 
'Boiler Room' 
and I gulped, walking forward cautiously. The goons behind us urged us forward, pushing at our backs as we walked down the barren corridor towards the door at the very end.

When we reached the old, wooden door, I stopped dead in my tracks, refusing to take another step. There, above the doorway, was a small inscription of a Rose. I stared at the symbol in astonishment, terrified of what could lie just behind that door.

"Open the door," a feminine, yet familiar, voice rang out from behind me and I nodded hesitantly, reaching for the doorknob. I wrapped my hands around the golden knob and gulped, twisting it gently. 

As I pulled the door open, the sweet lilac smell of the hotel was instantly replaced with the wet, musty smell of a damp basement. I gagged and held my breath, repulsed by the stench.

"Stop being such a fucking pansy and go inside," one of the goons said and I forced myself to take a step into the dark room that was only lit at the very bottom. 

As I went further inside, my one shoe clunked against the aged wood. I continued to hold my breath, not only to protect myself from the grotesque smell, but also from fear. I took one more apprehensive step, big mistake. 

I screamed as I started to fall, the platform seemingly disappearing from under me. I flailed my arms wildly, trying to somehow save myself from the lethal fall and just as I was about to be sent tumbling to the ground, someone grabbed my arm. 

I was pulled back to my feet and I hugged the person close to myself, scared to death that if I let go, I would plummet to my eventual death. Someone chuckled in the darkness before the sound of a light switch being clicked sounded throughout the entire room. 

The lights in the room turned on, illuminating the basement, and I looked down at the ground, noticing that the platform didn't disappear. Instead, I had almost fell down a spiral flight of wooden, splintery stairs covered in rusty nails.

"Whoops, forgot to tell you about the stairs. That first one is a real doozy, no," yet another familiar sounding goon said and I narrowed my eyes, walking down the steps with newfound hesitancy.

The mold covered stairs creaked with every step I took, creating an ominous atmosphere as we approached the bottom. The heat increased sevenfold as we came closer, sweat brewing on my forehead and brow. It slowly became harder to breathe as the humidity increased with every pain staking moment. It felt like we were being escorted into hell.

When we finally reached the end of the spiral staircase, I soon realized that hell would've been better than this place; a hot, steamy boiler room filled to the brim with rough looking gang members. Just ahead of me were four, wooden chairs; three empty, the last was occupied by a beaten and bruised Blaise. I gasped loudly and glanced around frantically, my breath quickening as I started to panic.

"Ah Chesney, how nice to see you. And your 
backup,
" Wyatt stated, stepping out from the shadows and I didn't make a sound, scared that if I did, it would be my last. He smiled and waved over at his goons behind us.

"Go ahead, get them situated," Wyatt's calm voice instructed and his cohorts obeyed, leading us to the chairs before pushing us into them. They tied us up quickly, making the knots extra tight. I cringed in pain as the ropes around my wrists started cutting deeply into my flesh. The entire time we were being hogtied, Wyatt's gang was cheering happily, clapping and jeering joyously.

"Ehem."

I jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throats loudly beside me and I craned my neck to my right to see Wyatt holding his hand out expectantly, a sinister smile stretched across his face. 

"I believe you have a locket for me," he said and I nodded slowly, making him chuckle. He untied the ropes around my wrists and I handed him the locket, the gold and diamonds dazzling in the light. A grin formed on his face, stretching from ear to ear as he showed it to the rest of his gang, making them cheer louder.

"Now, can we go? You have your locket, now you have to keep up your end of the bargain," I said and he laughed, snapping his fingers. I looked around quickly as his goons tied me up once again and my shoulders drooped. I can't believe I fell for that.

"You really are naive aren't you," Wyatt chuckled and I frowned, lowering my head in shame. I'm such an idiot. A fucking moron. I closed my eyes and slowly shook my head as tears trailed their way down my heated cheeks before hitting the hard cement below. Why did I do this? Why?

"You gave him your locket, for me?"

I opened my eyes and raised my head just in time to see Blaise with a small tear dripping down his face and I nodded, taking in his ragged appearance. Dried blood was present in the corners of his mouth and his hair was mangled and matted down. He looked more like a wild beast than the man I saw only days ago. 

"Chesney, we weren't the best of friends, heck we hated each others' guts, but you still did this for me, thank you so-" 

He was cut off as Wyatt stuck a lit cigarette in his cheek, causing him to scream out in pain. I gasped, my eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, as I jumped back in shock and terror. Wyatt's gang members started to cheer, loving the screams of pain Blaise was releasing. Tears freely rolled down my cheeks as I watched my once enemy cry out in devastating pain. Oh my god, please help.

Blaise thrashed wildly, shouts and screams pouring from him, and Wyatt smiled sadistically, loving every second of Blaise's torment. I gagged as the smell of burning flesh infested the area, causing a wave of nausea to flow through my body.

After what seemed like hours, Wyatt pulled the cigarette away and crushed it under his boot, smirking. He looked towards me and I shook slightly under his harsh gaze. Please no, please no. Please God, please stop this. Please, just bring in the police and end this madness.

"Wyatt, c'mon. Let us go. Stop acting like you're some tough guy," Dakota said, making us gasp, and Wyatt smirked, walking over to him. My eyes followed Wyatt's every movement as he stalked closer to Dakota. What the fuck was Dakota thinking?

"Wanna try saying that again, 
bitch,
" Wyatt said, yanking Dakota's hair before smiling at the painful sounding yelp he received in response. I cringed hearing the sound and I shut my eyes tightly as the gang started to get riled up once more. I felt as someone's leg brushed against mine and I looked up to see Blaise staring at me. I stared back into his eyes and he rubbed his leg against mine once more, trying to comfort me. 

"That's all you've got? You're a bitch! A fucking pansy," Dakota shouted and Wyatt fake laughed before kicking  Dakota's chair to the ground with a growl. I gasped as Dakota's body flung to the side, his body and the chair clattering to the ground. 

"He's stalling," Blaise whispered through the laughter and cheers of Wyatt's gang and my eyes widened, that must be what he's doing. Of course. Please God, help him. Help Dakota. He's my brother now, I can't lose another brother God! I fucking can't! 

"Anything else you'd like to say," Wyatt asked, leaning close to the ground where Dakota was positioned face down on the concrete, and my stomach churned as Dakota spat out a small stream of blood, the blood staining Wyatt's leather boot.

"Fuck you," he muttered lowly and Wyatt smirked, kicking him in the side before leaning back up to look around at the rest of us. Dakota groaned in pain at his feet and I watched in horror as he began to cough up small amounts of blood. 

"Do the rest of you feel that way too," he questioned, evil radiating from his crazed eyes, and I froze in terror, unable to move. Wyatt's calm demeanor was long gone and was now replaced with that of a psychotic killer. The veins on his neck were easily visible as his chest heaved up and down, his fists were curled tightly and his eyes were filled with hate and spite.

"You're a fucking psycho, of course we hate you," Bello softly mumbled and Wyatt's eyes widened as his head snapped towards Bello. He softly chuckled, looking down at the blood stained ground, before laughing psychotically, hand on his head.

"Of course, what was I thinking," he said, shaking his head, and he snapped his fingers, guns cocking from our sides. I flinched at the unpleasant sound and glanced around in a panic. 

"And to think, all of this because of our mutual friend Caspar," Wyatt mused and I shook my head, frowning at him. If these are going to be my last words, they might as well be significant.

"Don't talk about Caspar like that," I said, defending my friend, and Wyatt chuckled, stepping closer towards me. I shivered under his dark gaze and he laughed loudly, reaching into his jacket. I stared into his dark, leather jacket as he removed a gun from its insides. I shook my head and he nodded, smile plastered to his face, as he swung his fist, driving the gun into the side of my face. 

I screamed out as pain exploded through my face and head, making everything blurry. I could faintly hear the screams of others around me and the laughter of the maniac on my left. As my head became too heavy for my neck to bare, I laid it back and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"You're defending him? Ha, that's the funniest thing I've heard all day," Wyatt snarked into my ear and I rolled my eyes toward him lazily, instantly seeing double.

"You really don't know much about Caspar, do ya-"

"Put your hands up! Now," a woman shouted, cutting off Wyatt's sentence, and the wooden door bursted open. Wyatt gasped, eyes widening considerably, and he glared at me.

"You bitch," he growled and as he went to strike me again, he was shot in the side by a police officer as they rushed inside the boiler room. He fell to the ground and groaned loudly whilst I froze up completely. It all happened so fast. I glanced around in what felt like slow-motion as the members of Wyatt's gang ran out of the emergency door, police officers hot on their trails. My heartbeat continued to pound in my ears as my breathing quickened. 

"Chesney!"

I hoarsely screamed, shutting my eyes tightly, and jumped back in my seat as someone shouted my name from in front of me. 

"Chesney, it's okay, alright? It's all okay. The officers want us to get out so they can check for evidence, okay? C'mon, let's get you out of these ropes," Bello whispered and I nodded shakily as he undid the ropes around me, freeing my ankles and wrists. I cautiously stood to my feet and gasped as I almost fell to the ground, the feeling of lightheadedness overcoming my body instantly. Bello's arms wrapped around my waist and he supported me against him, helping to keep me balanced.

"Ok let's get you out of here, the officers will get Blaise and Dakota," Bello whispered gently and I nodded weakly once again, feeling empty inside. I took one step and felt as my legs started to grow tired and numb. 

"I almost died," I mumbled to myself more so than Bello, taking another step. I could faintly hear sirens outside and I followed the sound, going up the wooden stairs weakly. 

"I know, but it'll be okay," Bello said from behind me and I nodded slowly, continuing my trek up the stairs. I blinked tiredly as my body started to grow more and more numb. As more and more offices poured in through the entrance, rushing past me in the opposite direction, I started to grow dizzy from all of the frantic motion. I stumbled slightly as my head started to spin and before I knew it, I was falling backwards. 

"Chesney!"

That's all I heard before completely blacking out in Bello's arms. 

~~~

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# |Twenty-Three| Gone

TRIGGER WARNING! BE WARNED, THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN TRIGGERING MATERIAL!

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~Calixto's Pov~

I inhaled deeply as I apprehensively opened the door of the hospital room. I pushed it open fully with bated breath, scared of what I would see. With my eyes closed tightly, I stepped forward hesitantly. 

Once I felt I was completely inside the quiet room, I reached behind myself and shut the door softly behind me. As the door clicked shut, I released my held breath, listening carefully for the heart monitor I so desperately wanted to hear. Please beep, just one beep. 

As seconds soon turned to minutes, I knew that the doctor had told me the truth; he was really gone. Gone and never to come back.

I hesitantly pried my eyes open and I was immediately hit with emotions from the sight of the freshly dead body lying still on the bed. I couldn't help myself and soon erupted into tears and I immediately covered my mouth to try and silence myself; which was to no avail. I slid my feet forward, shuffling timidly until I was close enough to sit in the visitor's chair next to the bed.

|
Flashback|

"Chesney," I shouted, running through the parking lot towards the officer filled hotel. I pushed my feet as fast as they would go, the soles of my shoes pounding against the street below me. Car horns and sirens sounded from every direction and everything seemed to blur together from how fast I was running, causing me to feel overwhelmingly dizzy.

"Chesney," I roared once more, causing my throat to sting in pain, and I sped through the mob of pedestrian and officers that littered the sidewalk before bursting through the hotel's revolving doors. I pushed my way through the crowds of people, determined to get through. 

I stopped in the center of the hotel and looked around in a hurried frenzy, swiveling and craning my neck to catch even the smallest glimpse of my pink-haired angel. My heart started to beat out of my chest as more and more people started to quickly fill the lobby, fleeing outside of the hotel. Elevators beeping wildly, people shouting whilst running for the doors, and the incessant barking of orders from the officers made it almost impossible to hear, let alone see, my lost babe. 

"Chesney!"

I stood still, seemingly frozen, as I heard a shriek of terror cut through the endless sea of people. At the very back of the vast ocean was my wounded, fallen angel, being carted through the crashing waves. 

I clinched my fists together tightly, anger and worry pulsating through my entire body like an uncontrollable, electrical surge. I shouted my baby's name once more before charging a path through the fleeing mass of horror filled people, practically throwing them out of the way. I shoved and pushed until I could no longer see Chesney, his body no where in sight.

"Chesney," I shouted, my throat throbbing in pain, and I died a little inside when I received no response whatsoever. I clinched my teeth and pushed myself to go faster, mowing over those that dared to stand in my way. I rammed through everyone and everything, nothing would keep me from Chesney. 

"Move! Move! Get the fuck out of my way," I cried louder, swinging my arms wildly as my emotions started to get the best of me. I threw punches and landed a few, eliciting groans of pains from those around me. 

"Move! Move," I continued to shout in a daze, mindlessly swinging my limbs as more tears dampened my cheeks and began to blind me. 

"Sir, sir calm down," an officer commanded, grabbing my arms to pin them to my side and I pushed him off, swinging a fist into his jaw. I heard as he cried out in pain and shock before hitting the ground with a solid thud. He mumbled and soon I heard the sound of electricity crackling behind me.

"No! No! No," I repeatedly started to roar, tugging at my locks of hair while looking around for Chesney. I searched frantically, worry and adrenaline pumping freely through my body. 

"Chesney," I shouted again, wildly searching around for any sign of him. I growled loudly and as I went to push through the crowd once more, I suddenly felt as all of my energy was drained due to a great shock coursing through my body from the base of my spine. 

I cried out in pain as I was brought down to my knees in a matter of seconds, my body quivering and shaking uncontrollably. Finally, it all became too much for me to bare. 

I fell to the ground; a panting, shivering, load of depression. My vision started to blink in and out as strange shapes passed in front of my eyes. With one last conscious breath, I whispered;

"Chesney."

|
Flashback Over|

"Sir, would you happen to be Calixto?"

I gasped as a soft voice sounded from behind me and I wiped my tears, turning around in my seat to see a young nurse with kind eyes and pale blonde hair.

"Yeah, that's me," I answered quietly, still trying to seem tough, and she smiled comfortingly, flipping through a small stack of papers she had placed on a clipboard. 

"Your friends were worried about you and wanted me to come check on you. Also, we're about to move the body so would you mind possibly," she lead off, politely motioning for me to leave with a small and sad smile, and I nodded, taking one last glance at the body before leaving the room, not daring to look back for I knew that if I did, I wouldn't be able to bare the emotions that came with it. 

As I walked down the hall, I cringed as I heard the sound of the wheels on the hospital bed as they wheeled away the body. I blinked away the tears, walking faster, and sighed once I reached the outside of the room where the others were waiting expectantly. 

I rubbed my face to clean it of any stray tears and practiced smiling a bit before walking inside, chin up and bright smile. The others smiled back at me consolingly and I forced myself to keep my cool disposition but it failed as my facade broke, no shattered, due to the knowing looks on their faces. 

"Oh Calixto," I heard as sobs started to emerge from my body and soon arms were wrapped around me, hugging me tightly. 

"It'll be okay, we'll get through this," the voice said and I smiled softly, opening my eyes to look deep into the love of my life's warm, chestnut brown eyes. 

"I know Chesney, I know," I whispered and he smiled back, kissing my cheek sweetly before giving me a goofy grin. I hugged him tighter to myself, deeply inhaling the scent of his hair, and kissed the side of his head, happy that he's still with me. 

"He's in a better place now," Chesney whispered and I hugged him tighter, probably hurting him a bit but he didn't complain; he simply hugged me back with as much force as he could apply.

"You really think so," I questioned and he nodded slowly, his face brushing soothingly against my neck and cheek.

"I really think so. What happened wasn't his fault and I think, no I know, that God knows that," he told me and I nodded, sighing deeply before running my fingers through my already messy hair.

"I just don't understand why he did it," Drew whispered and I scoffed quietly, shaking my head. I pulled away from Chesney, keeping my arms around his waist, and I licked my dry lips while looking down at the ground. 

"I was there. I was too busy being irrational and stubborn that I didn't even think to stay in the car with him. I should've been there," I said and Drew shook his head, standing to his feet with his arms crossed over his chest. He frowned deeply and his normally jubilant, goofy disposition was long gone; now replaced with a hard, serious expression that contained a raging storm, ready to be let out.

"No. Don't you dare blame yourself for this. We 
all 
left the car and we 
all 
went to look for Chesney. We couldn't have known he'd overdose while we were gone! Hell, it's the last thing I would've thought he'd do! I- fuck!"

I gasped and pulled Chesney closer to me as Drew's speech was suddenly cut off , his emotions finally getting the better of him. He shouted out in rage before he punched the wall, shaking the furniture against it, successfully making a new hole in the hospital's waiting room. 

"Drew, Drew, calm down. Shh," Bello whispered and hugged him as best as he could to try and comfort him. Drew wept loudly, his head buried in Bello's chest as they swayed together, mourning the loss of their friend.

"I think what Drew was trying to say is that Caspar wanted this. It's not anyone's fault. He wanted out and we couldn't have stopped him even if we had known what he was planning. He may have made a mistake in our eyes, but it wasn't one in his own. It's happened and we can't change that," Killian stated quietly in his seat, a beaten and tired Dakota nuzzled up closely against him, and I sighed deeply.

"He left a note," Chesney whispered quietly and my eyes widened as I slowly pushed him away to see him better.

"What," I asked and he smiled, grabbing a small piece of paper from his back pocket before holding it out towards me.

"I wanted you to be the first to read it," he whispered and I pecked his lips with a large grin, grabbing the slip of paper from his soft hands.

"Thank you Chesney."

~~~

Well, I hope that was worth the wait! I'm so so sorry about Caspar, I know some weren't expecting him and I know that a few guessed it XD. I just hope that there's a few people out there that actually care about him dying and aren't happy he was the one to die, he is one of my babies after all! Love you guys! 

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# |Twenty-Four| Change Happens

"People don't become gay, lesbian or bisex. People are just falling in love with other people."

-
Calum Hood

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~

Chesney's Pov~

"Well guys, I did it. I know, I know, you're sad and all but don't be! I'm finally happy. Sure, money always made me happy and you guys were the best friends a guy could ever ask for, but really, my life was going nowhere," Calixto paused and took a staggered breath as a small tear trailed it's way down his ashen cheek. I smiled softly at him and wiped the tear away, making him weakly return the smile. 

"Hey Cal, buddy, if you can't finish it dude, it's fine," Drew consoled from his position, leaning against the wall he punched just moments before, and Calixto sniffed, glancing down at the note he was currently twiddling between his shaky fingers. 

"Nah, I got this," he said reassuringly and I rubbed his arm softly, trying to soothe his nerves. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against his chest, tucking me securely underneath his chin as his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I simply relaxed in his hold and let him use my body as his own personal safety blanket, fully understanding that he needed this contact. 

"My addiction was too much for me, for us, to bare. I couldn't leave that burden on you all any more. It wasn't fair to you. I do, in fact, have some things to admit though. My addiction caused me to do some crazy things. First off, I'm sorry to everyone for increasing the rent so much. Wyatt would always up the price on the drugs monthly and I needed the money, it wasn't right but I still did it. Chesney, I'm sorry for destroying your book. I had to get Blaise out of the house because you paid and he didn't, he would've drove you away eventually. Also I knew I'd get more money out of you in the long run. Kid you're just too giving," Calixto read, eliciting small chuckles from everyone in the room whilst I blushed a light shade of pink, thoroughly embarrassed with the amount of truthfulness in that statement. I smiled apologetically at the freshly bandaged Blaise and he waved it off dismissively, shaking his head with a tiny, tightlipped smile. 

"Calixto, bro, I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me. You've always been there for me even when I didn't deserve your attention let alone your help. Sometimes, I would sit back and think about why in the hell you'd waste your time protecting someone with an obvious death wish due to his drug obsession. I know you wanted to get me help, the constant drug abuse prevention pamphlets were a hint. Think of it this way, I'm finally free now," Calixto read off, choking up at the end and I gently grabbed the paper from his quaking hands as he hugged me to him tightly, burying his face in my neck. I held him back and swayed slightly as his tears soaked both my neck and my already bloodstained shirt.

"I'll finish reading it for you, yeah," I whispered and he nodded, not removing his face from my neck. I smiled softly and kissed the side of his face, holding the paper up so I could read it clearly.

"I love you guys. Yes, even you Chesney. I didn't know you long, but you made my bro happy and that counts for a lot. I hope the best for both you lovebirds and everyone else I've come to love over the years. Goodbye," I finished, smiling into Calixto's shoulder and Calixto squeezed me tighter to him, making me wheeze a bit until he quietly chuckled, loosening his grip on my body.

"Sorry Ches," he whispered, pecking my neck softly with a small kiss and I rubbed his back while my heart fluttered in my chest.

"Hey guys, I hate to interrupt but visiting times are over; we gotta go," Killian whispered, standing from his chair, and while holding hands with Dakota, he left the room, absent looks placed on both of their faces.

"We'll leave you two to talk, c'mon Tarzan," Bello whispered, grabbing an exhausted Drew's hand and leading him out of the room, shutting the door softly behind them with a gentle click.

"Chesney," Calixto whispered and I pulled away from our hug enough to look into his glistening, damp eyes. 

"I love you," he told me, stroking my cheek gently with his rough hands and I smiled shyly, most likely turning redder by the minute.

"Love ya too," I said, kissing his nose, and he chuckled, nodding his head towards the exit.

"Let's meet up with the others, I'm sure they're ready to get home and end this day already," Calixto muttered, wrapping his arm around my waist, and I agreed before we left the room, Calixto holding me close, seemingly unwilling to let me go. 

"Calixto, are you sure you're okay," I asked, my voice echoing in the empty hospital corridor, and he shrugged, looking up at the ceiling as we continued to walk.

"Do you think-"

"Yes. I do," I whispered already knowing what he was going to ask, and he smiled at me, chuckling lightly.

"How'd you know what I was going to ask," he questioned and I smirked, bumping him with my hip gently.

"Everyone always has that question after someone dies. Trust me, Caspar's fine. He was a good guy deep down, I'm sure he's happy where he is," I told him and he sniffed, rubbing his eyes before nodding.

"You're right, you're right. I shouldn't be worried, it's just that sometimes I don't know if there really is someone out there that truly loves us despite all of our faults," Calixto said and I nodded, completely understanding where he was coming from with that. 

"Well, you have to know it in your heart. As long as you know it, no one else can tell you differently," I told him and he opened his mouth to speak just as the sound of a phone ringing chirped through the halls, possibly waking patients. That possibly became a probably as moans and groans started to emerge from the hospital rooms.

"Damn it, fucking wrong numbers," Calixto cursed, chuckling as we boarded the elevator quickly and he grabbed his phone from the back of his pocket just as the doors closed shut. I raised an eyebrow at the silver phone and poked his shoulder, causing him to look down at me.

"When'd you get the silver phone? I thought you had a black one," I said and he nodded, pulling out the aforementioned black cellphone.

"Why exactly do you have two phones," I asked him and he smirked at me, causing me to roll my eyes, already knowing that a sarcastic comment pertaining to a certain popular song would soon ensue.

"I could give you the sarcastic answer-"

"Don't you dare."

"Or I could give you the actual one," he finished, grinning, and I chuckled, elbowing him gently in the ribs with a playful glare.

"The silver one is- I mean, was Caspar's. I don't know who the hell this is that keeps calling it though," Calixto said, jutting the silver, ringing phone towards me and I glanced at the number before gasping. I grabbed the phone from Calixto's palm before pressing answer with bated breath.

"Hi mom," I whispered quietly and Calixto's jaw dropped as his eyes widened. Please don't tell me she saw the news report; she'll kill me.

"Hey there sweetie. How's it going," she asked and I sighed in relief, giving Calixto a thumbs-up. He dramatically placed his hand over his heart before leaning against the elevator wall, making me snicker.

"Everything's good mom," I said in reply and she hummed before I heard the sound of the television getting louder; the volume being turned up.

"Oh really? Then tell me why in God's name I'm watching a news report on you being rescued from a gang! Chesney, we didn't leave you on your own to get involved with gangs! We raised you better than that," She shouted and I bit my lip, feeling slightly ashamed that I let them down. 

"Mom, it's okay-"

"To heck it isn't! Sorry for the profanity but I've never been so livid in all of my years," she scolded and I nodded pitifully, causing Calixto to wrap his arms around me from behind.

"It's okay baby," he whispered in my ear but I didn't acknowledge him, feeling worse about myself by the minute. 

"But I will say that I'm so glad to hear you're okay. Just send us the hospital bill and we'll take care of it okay sweetie? I'm sorry about my little tantrum hon but you gave me quite the scare," she said and I chuckled softly at both her and the small butterfly kisses Calixto was currently leaving on my neck.

"Stop I'm on the phone," I whispered to him, giggling while holding the phone away from me, and he nodded at me, before kissing my cheek once more. 

"Sorry Ches, I'll be good, promise," he husked and I narrowed my eyes before, bringing the phone close to me once again. 

"Sweetie, you still there hon?"

"Yeah, I'm here mom," I replied as the elevator door chimed before opening, revealing the nicely furnished hospital lobby. I kept the phone to my ear as Calixto and I walked out of the elevator, hand-in-hand, towards the automatic doors leading to the parking lot where the guys were waiting for us by the car.

"Good, well sweetie, your father and I have been talking and we think it's about time we paid you a visit."

I stopped, completely paused in my tracks as I clutched onto the phone tightly, and Calixto looked at me with an arched brow, mouthing 
'what's wrong' 
 with concern clearly written on his face. 

"Oh," I dumbly said, unable to fathom anything better to say and she laughed.

"Don't sound too excited! I know you wanted to leave the house to seek your independence and all but we've got to see you every now and again," She laughed and I nervously chuckled, mentally cursing up a slew of natural disasters that would put a sailor to shame.

"I know mom but the house is a mess," I said, making up excuses, and Calixto glared offendedly, causing me to wave my hands for him to dismiss my words.

"Even more the reason to come! It's settled, we're coming sweetie! See you then hon, love you bunches," Mom rushed out, hanging up before I could interject and I sighed. Dang it.

"What's going on Ches," Calixto asked and I rubbed the back of my neck, walking towards him with a nervous smile.

"Nothi-

"Chesney. No more lying.  Tell me when something's going on," Calixto said in a somewhat harsh tone and I gasped, my eyes widening in surprise. He sighed and rubbed his face, walking towards me and hugging me to his chest.

"Look Ches, I'm sorry. I just don't want anymore secrets between us, secrets do nothing but hurt others in the end. I can't, and won't, lose another person due to some secret. Just talk to me Ches," Calixto whispered, stroking my cheek gently and I nodded, he was right.

"You're right. Well, you see, here's the thing. My parents are coming by the apartment for a visit," I rushed out and he gulped nervously before licking his suddenly dry lips.

"Now, I kinda wish you hadn't told me."

~~~

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# |Twenty-Five| Priority 

"Love isn't something you find. It's something that finds you." -Loretta Young

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~Chesney's Pov~

"What if they don't like me?"

"They will."

"How do you know?"

"Because I like you."

"But what if-"

"Oh my god shut the fuck up already! You've been going at this ever since we left the damn hospital," Bello scolded as we walked into the apartment and Calixto scoffed, crossing arms. Killian flicked on the lights and yawned loudly before crashing on the couch, Dakota immediately following suit and laying on his chest. 

"Like you'd be any better if Drew's parents were coming over," Calixto mumbled, walking me towards the loveseat, and Drew chuckled, shaking his head.

"You know we don't have to worry about that. I'm not famous enough for them to be visiting," He said and I tilted my head towards Calixto for an answer as he sat on the loveseat horizontally, making me sit in between his legs as he hugged me from behind.

"His parents are egotistical movie directors," Calixto whispered and I nodded, giggling softly as his breath dusted across the back of my neck. 

"They would love me. Who doesn't," Bello stated and Drew smirked, kissing his cheek as they headed upstairs.

"We're going to hit the hay guys, it's been a long day. We'll help you with cleaning the place up tomorrow morning,'kay," Drew said as he and Bello walked up the stairs, heading towards their bedrooms, or is it just 
bedroom
 now? 

"You guys want some-" Killian started until he was interrupted by his involuntary yawning. His eyes watered a bit and he rubbed them before looking at us with a tired smile.

"Cookies? Calixto I know they're your favorite," Killian said and Calixto grinned happily but shook his head in reply.

"Thanks for the offer and thank you for trying to lighten my mood, but you're obviously tired. Go get some rest," He said and Killian rolled his eyes, waving his arm dismissively before yawning once again. 

"Maybe you're right," he stated, chuckling, and he kissed Dakota's cheek lovingly before walking up the steps sluggishly. 

"I can't believe you two."

"Huh," I said in confusion, looking towards a silently fuming Dakota and he shook his head, crossing his arms angrily.

"Your fucking friend, and your fucking 
brother
, just died. 
Died. 
And you two are worrying about yourselves," Dakota stated angrily, glaring at us, and Calixto narrowed his eyes. 

"Look Dakota-"

"No you look, Calixto. You may not have noticed, but Blaise hasn't said one fucking word since we left the hospital. Hell, he didn't even come inside! I get it, you're trying to surpress your sadness by focusing on Chesney's parents' visit. But for once, put Blaise first. He's always come second, give him the attention he needs. Now, I'm going to bed. I want this all to be resolved when I wake up in the morning, got it?"

And with that sass filled statement, Dakota sauntered upstairs, not looking back once. 

"Wow," I whispered and Calixto nodded, agreeing before standing up from the couch, holding out his hand towards me. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up, sending me into the air slightly until my feet touched the ground clumsily. 

"I'll just be a few minutes. Now, either you can sleep in yours and Dakota's bedroom or-" 

Before he could finish his sentence, I was already running upstairs. I'm not what you would call, "ready," for that step quite right now. Especially since I'm supposedly the "bottom," and have to have his gender specific organ inside of me like some sort of a shish kabob. 

~Calixto's Pov~

I scoffed, chuckling softly to myself as Chesney scampered up the stairs like a terrified rabbit. He's so cute, sometimes I can't help but tease the mess out of him. I smiled at the memory of holding him in the hospital and frowned, my mind immediately being flooded with thoughts of my recently passed brother and the depressed, lost man currently stationed outside.

C'mon Calixto, it's time to grow a fucking pair and man up. I pushed myself forward and walked slowly towards the door with stiff, reluctant movements. As I went to grab the door knob, the door was suddenly jerked open and I came face to face with the one person that I felt knew me almost as well as my brother. 

"Hey," he whispered, wiping at his bloodshot eyes. His face, still covered in tiny scars, was dampened with his tears as he walked further inside and closed the door behind him. He smiled at me softly before sighing and heading up the stairs until he paused at the top.

"Wait, I don't have a room anymore, right? Right. I'll just-"

"Stay."

"Wait, what," he questioned, surprise written clear as day on his face, and I smiled at him.

"Stay. But first, we've got to talk," I told him, walking over and taking a seat on the couch. He followed after me and sat on the farthest end of the couch, playing with his fingers.

An awkward silence soon greeted our presence as we sat alone in the living room. I struggled to think of anything to say as he would occasionally readjust himself, growing tense.

"Um, so, how are you," I asked and he frowned at me as his eyes met with mine. 

"Why are you talking to me," he asked in a somewhat angry tone and I scrunched my eyebrows together, pursing my lips.

"Because I want to, and because Dakota said you were feeling down," I said and he shook his head, throwing his arms up in frustration.

"Down? No, I'm fucking pissed. But not at you, or Chesney, or anyone else in this damn house; except for me. It's my fault that this happened. Fighting with Chesney, falling for Wyatt's smooth talking, letting Caspar get the opportunity to- to- ugh!" 

Blaise cut himself off as he erupted into tears, the well built floodgates behind his eyes bursting open and releasing a crashing flood of regret. My mouth fell open as I watched Blaise do something I've only seen him do once in a blue moon. He's always been the strong type, the bad bitch that didn't cry but instead made others feel his pain. It was surprising to say the least. 

"Blaise, don't blame yourself. You were jealous of Chesney, it happens; we are human. Wyatt manipulated everyone, don't be ashamed to be just another face in the crowd. And, this one's going to be hard to say but, Caspar would've done it eventually. He always did what he wanted, you know that better than anyone," I said, playfully punching his shoulder and he smiled softly, sniffing as he looked up from the floor.

"Yeah, he did. I just- I can't help feeling like, like maybe I could've stopped it, you know," Blaise said and I nodded, fully understanding what he was going through. You feel like the world's on your shoulders with all of the guilt that you could've made a difference. It's an agonizing and crushing feeling. 

"Oh do I. I've felt it this whole time. I just know, the others look up to me to be the strong one. The caring and friendly one that they can depend on to lighten the mood without exceeding any boundaries. But, surprisingly, that's how I feel better. Knowing that I have others depending on me, my feelings are dulled down so that I can focus on them; instead of focusing on myself," I whispered towards the end and smiled as Blaise stared at me intently.

"Wow," he said and I rose a curious brow as he smirked.

"Apparently there's more to you than the hot Sex God thing you've got going on there," He teased and I pushed his shoulder, chuckling.

"Fuck you."

~Chesney's Pov~

"Why exactly are we spying again," I asked, peeking around the wall and Dakota smirked, watching the two like a hawk.

"I wanted to make sure he actually did it," He said, a cocky smirk plastered to his face and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"This is pointless-"

"Fuck you."

"Wait, what?" I whisper-shouted and pushed Dakota out of the way, looking at Calixto and Blaise as they laughed. I frowned and bit my lip, chewing on the flesh nervously. I know Calixto would never cheat on me, and I know that Blaise would never intentionally hurt me again, but hearing Calixto say those words, kind of made me think.

"Do you think Calixto will get tired of me," I asked Dakota, not taking my eyes off of Calixto and Dakota scoffed from behind me.

"Tired of you? You're not even dating. But, I know what you mean. And my answer is no," He said, patting my back and I smiled softly to myself.

"But, we haven't had sex-"

"Stop right there. Sex is not everything in a relationship, you know that," Dakota interjected and I nodded quickly with a blush growing on my face.

"I know, I know, but I want to make him happy," I mumbled and Dakota sighed, rubbing his face.

"Look, if this is what 
you 
want. Then I'll teach you what you need to know tomorrow," He said, holding his hand out and I shook it with a nervous, tightlipped smile.

"Deal."

~~~

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# |Twenty-Six| End

"The best thing to hold onto in life is each other."

-Audrey Hepburn

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~Chesney's Pov~

"Chesney, c'mon wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

I mumbled tiredly to myself and snuggled closer to my extra soft pillows, trying to drown out the yelling person in the background.

"Chesney, I know you can hear me," The person continued and I groaned, shooing them away.

"No I can't," I mumbled, causing the person to suck their teeth as I turned my back to them.

"Fine. You did this to yourself," he said and I smiled to myself, thinking the person was going to leave but as a cold, wet finger found its way into my ear canal, I jumped up from my comfy, cozy bed screaming at the top of my lungs.

"Dakota, what the hell," I shouted and his eyes widened as he quickly shook his head.

"Your pa-"

"Chesney Thompson! Please tell me I did not just hear that profanity come from your mouth!"

"-rents are here," Dakota finished apologetically, chewing his lip nervously, and I gasped, covering my mouth. Of fucking course, why not? That's just my luck.

"Dakota, why are they here," I asked quickly, running to the window to sure enough see their Grey Sedan parked outside on the drive way with their signature red and white, knitted cross in the windshield. 

"Shit, shit," I mumbled running around and picking up my clothes from the floor, storing them under the bed quickly. I looked around the room frantically and as my eyes zoomed in on the pile of stuffed animals, I closed in on them.

"What do you think you're doing?"

I stopped, mid-grabbing, and smiled nervously at Dakota, who was angrily tapping his foot against the floor with crossed arms. 

"Just doing a little cleaning," I said and he glared, walking behind me before pushing me towards the door. 

"Well if you want to do a little cleaning, how about you focus on taking a shower and brushing your teeth instead of bothering my babies," He said, as sassily as always, and continued pushing me towards the bathroom. 

"Calixto's downstairs and stalling as best he can so I'll help him whilst you finish getting cleaned up, 'Kay? Good luck Chestnut," Dakota told me, giving me a quick hug and smile before rushing downstairs. 

"God I hope this goes well."

~Calixto's Pov~

Fuck, this isn't going well at all. For the last ten minutes since Dakota went to wake Chesney, Mr. Thompson has been silently judging everything I've done. 

"Sir, would you like to take a seat," I asked and he rose an eyebrow, looking around at the different seats in the living room before shaking his head, folding his arms behind his back. 

"No thank you, this furniture seems a bit dusty and it'll probably upset my allergies," He said and I nodded, watching from my seat on the couch as he walked around, investigating the room. 

"Oh take a seat dear, you know how your back gets when you stand for too long," Mrs. Thompson said, patting the space beside her on the couch and Mr. Thompson sighed, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he walked over to sit next to his wife.  

"We heard about your brother, Caspar on the news this morning. He was a very sweet man when we first met him, we're so sorry to hear about what happened," Mrs. Thompson said with a sweet smile and I nodded, smiling back with dismissive shake of my head.

"It's okay, he was a good guy and he will be missed. It's nice to know that others feel the same," I said and Mr. Thompson snorted, looking away as his wife smacked his knee gently. I rose a brow and leaned onto my knees.

"Why the laughing sir? Did I say something amusing," I asked and Mr. Thompson shrugged, shaking his head with a tightlipped smile.

"No, no. Of course not. It's just, he commuted suicide, right? Then you shouldn't call him a "good guy" per say," He stated, matter-of-factly, and I licked my dry lips, narrowing my eyes slightly.

"And why exactly is that," I pressed further and Mr. Thompson, chuckled, completely oblivious to the glare he was receiving from his wife. 

"Because, a "good guy" is a strong Christian who abides by God's laws. Killing yourself, isn't listening to our father's will. It's unethical," Mr. Thompson ranted and I took a deep breath to calm myself, he 
is 
my future father-in-law after all. Well, he is if everything goes my way with Chesney. 

"Anyone want some orange juice?"

I sighed deeply in relief as Blaise walked back into the room, carrying a carton of orange juice in one hand and a few glasses in the other. He placed the carton on the table and carefully sat down the glasses as he looked around for any replies.

"I'll take a glass Blaise," I said and he smiled, pouring me a glass then handing it to me.

"Just stay cool. People are often angry like this when their children were endangered by a psycho drug lord," Blaise whispered, trying to help me understand Mr. Thompson's side, and I nodded in appreciation.

"So, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, how was your drive here," I questioned, trying to make small talk to clear the somewhat thick air, and Mrs. Thompson grinned from ear to ear.

"Oh, simply beautiful! I just loved the drive here from the airport! We don't have many sandy beaches and certainly none of the- what do the kids today say? Hot, surfers," She said, winking before breaking into a laughing fit and Mr. Thompson chuckled heartily at his giggling wife, shaking his head. I laughed to myself as well, feeling like the tension was finally lifted off my shoulders. 

"Dakota, what the hell?"

Fuck, spoke to soon. Damn it Chesney!

"Chesney Thompson! Please tell me I did not just hear that profanity come from your mouth!" 

I pinched my nose in frustration as Mrs. Thompson's voice echoed through the house as she heard Chesney's rage-filled shouting. She huffed and sat down on the couch with her husband once again. 

"I don't know what's gotten into him lately. He's always been happy to see us and now he's cursing like a sailor," She mumbled to her husband and he agreed, narrowing his eyes towards me.

"I told you Vanessa, I knew this would happen if we didn't visit enough. He's started to corrupt without enough God in his life," Mr. Thompson stated and I fought to resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"Chesney's fine sir," I said and he began to harshly glare at me while his wife simply looked at me curiously.

"Fine? He acted as if he didn't want to see his own mother, cursed up a storm, 
and 
got involved with drugs and gangs! That's 
fine 
to you," Mr. Thompson angrily inquired, standing to his feet, and Vanessa grabbed his arm to calm him. 

"Roland-"

"No Vanessa. I've been playing nice this whole time-"

I scoffed hearing that, causing his hands to tighten into fists, and I smirked, fully knowing he wouldn't hit me. 

"-but now that this man is going to sit here and 
lie 
about our son, I just can't take anymore I tell you," He said and I stood up as well, if he's not going to play nice, well neither am I.

"Ha, I'm so glad you said that. This whole, "polite host" act was starting to seriously dampen my mood. Now, about your son, I haven't lied about anything concerning him. So shut up, sit down, and act like a fucking grown up," I said, glaring harshly at the end and his eyes widened as his jaw dropped slightly. He rubbed the back of his neck and sat down slowly, looking everywhere but at me as he sulked. I rubbed my temples out of annoyance and sat back down as well, I swear most grown men act just like tweens going through puberty; chock full of testosterone.

"I'll um, go get more orange juice," Blaise said, scampering away quickly and leaving the half full carton in front of us. 

"I'll go with him," I heard Dakota say from the top of the stairs as he rushed past the extremely awkward and tense situation I was now stuck in. Pssh, some friends.

"Mom! Dad!"

I raised my head from my hands as Chesney ran into the room, hugging his mom's neck then hugging his father, love shining in his beautiful eyes. I smiled happily, watching him embrace his family with so much joy.

"Chesney! Your hair," his mother cried out in surprise, staring at his hair with eyes the size of dinner plates, and his father's eyes raked over the pink hair with disgust. 

"Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you," he said, nervously backing away from his father who was obviously fuming from head to toe. 

"How do you like it," he questioned timidly, now pressed against me, a good six or seven feet away from his parents. 

"I-I love it sweetie," his mom said, smiling gingerly and his father looked at her with an incredulous look. 

"Vanessa, look at him! His head looks like he fell head first into a cotton candy machine," Rolland complained and I rubbed Chesney's arm as he tensed up at his father's harsh words. 

"No. It 
looks
 like he made his own decision instead of one we made for him. He's not a kid anymore Rolland," Vanessa said and Chesney stared at her in surprise as his face broke out into a full grin. 

"Thanks Mom," he whispered and she nodded with a wink, making me chuckle. I like this woman, she's pretty damn cool in my books. So far. 

Silence soon ensued as everyone looked around awkwardly. While the rest of us struggled to find something to distract us from the net rebuilt tension, Rolland couldn't seem to pry his eyes off of Chesney's pink hair. 

"So, um, what are you guys doing here so early in the morning," Chesney questioned and I scoffed, making him look at me with his huge, doe eyes. I inwardly swooned but laughed outside, bopping his nose with my finger before I could control myself. 

"It's one in the afternoon Chess," I said and he blushed crimson before shyly forming an 'O' with his lips. 

"Chesney, I don't know how to think of you anymore."

I sighed and cut my eyes towards Chesney's father once again, annoyed that he wouldn't just accept that this is what Chesney likes and drop the damn subject. 

"How about you think of him as your son? That sounds about right," Dakota said from the kitchen and I smirked, leave it to Dakota to get sassy and protective over Chesney. 

"I'm not even sure that is my son," Rolland mumbled lowly, but loud enough that we were able to hear him. Chesney recoiled back, eyes brimming with tears, and I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist to hug him closer to me. 

"You've changed Chesney! That's the one thing I was scared was going to happen! You've never slept this late, you've never even 
dreamed 
of dyeing your hair, you're apparently involved with crooks and drugs-"

"It's okay, don't even worry about him," I whispered in his ear to calm him down as he breathed in shallow breaths. 

"-and now you're cuddling with a man! Chesney, we need to get you out of here before you become anymore corrupt," He finished and I glared at him as Chesney's tears started to soak my arms around his waist. I kissed his cheek, eliciting a hateful glare from his father, and stood up. 

"Chesney, go in to the kitchen with Dakota, okay? I'll handle this," I whispered and he nodded, standing up before getting on his tip-toes to kiss me on the cheek. He bent his head down to avoid his father's murderous gaze and walked into the kitchen. 

"So, you made him gay, huh? It's my fault. I never should've left him here for you to sink your claws into-"

"Will you shut the fuck up?"

"What did you say to me," he asked, narrowing his eyes further and I shook my head, clutching my fists tightly as the room suddenly started to grow very hot. 

"You heard me. Your son, is still 
your 
son. He still prays, he still reads his pocket bible, he may have changed a bit, but it's for the better! I'm sorry if he's not the same, shy and narrow-minded person that you raised but I personally feel that this Chesney, is worth the change," I declared angrily and Vanessa gulped, standing up before walking towards me. 

"What's your relationship with my son," she questioned and I looked deep into her eyes, analyzing her carefully before sighing.

"I love him," I whispered and she studied me, her eyes raking over my face. The few seconds felt like hours as she judged me, staring me down with her striking blue eyes. 

"You do love him. And he loves you. I could see it in both of your eyes. If Chesney is happy, well then, so am I," Vanessa whispered and I felt like a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders as I hugged her tightly. 

"Thank you so much," I whispered repeatedly and she patted my back comfortingly until we heard the deafening sound of a door being slammed. 

"He'll be okay. He just needs time. I do need to speak with Chesney before I go though," Vanessa said, walking into the kitchen, and I nodded, following after her.

As we walked inside, we stumbled upon Blaise, Dakota, Bello, and Chesney huddled together as Chesney cried his heart out while Killian and Drew stood off to the side, watching with somewhat apprehensive faces.

"Chesney, sweetie, I'm so sorry about your father," Vanessa consoled, walking closer to the huddle and Chesney, wiped his tears, looking up at her with a deep frown.

"What about you," he asked and she smiled softly, opening her arms for a hug.

"I love you no matter what," she said with a motherly tone and he launched into her arms hugging her tightly. 

"Thank you so much Mom, I love you too," he told her and she smiled, rubbing his back.

"It's fine sweetie and I'm glad that you have good tastes, that Calixto sure is a cutie," she said winking and I felt my ears grow red as Chesney nodded, agreeing with a few small laughs. 

"Well, I should be off. Your father is probably getting impatient. Goodbye Chesney, love you. Love ya too Calixto, and take good care of my baby, okay," she asked and I nodded, walking over and wrapping an arm around his waist. 

As she walked out of the house with one final wave, I smiled happily to myself. I may have lost a brother, but I still have my friends. My family. And most importantly, the love of my life. 

END.

~~~

I KNOW, I KNOW. NOT THE ENDING YOU WANTED, BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE TO COME! YES, IN A SPIN-OFF WITH A SPECIAL SOMEONE! I'M SORRY IF THIS ENDING SUCKED THOUGH XD 

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# Epilogue 

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~Chesney's Pov~

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes I'm sure! You look amazing and everyone's out there, waiting to see 
you. 
Think of today as 
your 
day," Bello said, wearing his own expensive suit, and I blushed as he fiddled with my solid white suit, straightening the tie that hung loosely around my neck. 

"But everyone's going to be staring at me, what if I trip up," I questioned and Bello smirked, moving on to fixing up my hair with his quick and precise fingers.

"I'll be right behind you to make sure you don't and if you do I'm sure Calixto wouldn't mind decking anyone that dares to laugh. So get your ass out there and show the world just who Chesney Thompson is," He told me, patting me on the back before shoving me out of the dressing room. 

I sighed to myself to calm my nerves and walked over to the white tent's opening, playing with my fingers anxiously. I pulled back the white tent flap just a bit to peek into the room and my breath caught in my breath as I almost fainted from the sight of all the people gathered inside. I searched around the room frantically, trying to find at least one familiar face in the crowd, and once my eyes landed on Calixto, decked out in his black suit and tie, and I immediately felt the familiar, and welcoming, feeling of butterflies erupting in my stomach. 

"See, he's right there. Waiting for you to come out looking as great as always. He believes in you, I believe in you, now you just have to believe in yourself," Bello whispered and I nodded, taking yet another deep breath. 

"I can do this," I told him, mostly saying it to myself, and he smiled, nodding with knowingness apparent on his face. 

"Let's get set up then," Bello said, grabbing me by my arm and dragging me to the other side of the tent where we would enter. As we walked across wires and dodged the several camera crews, we had to cover our eyes from the bright flashes that were trying to capture every moment. 

"Ugh, this is so annoying," I mumbled under my breath as I covered my eyes slightly and Bello agreed with a nod of his head.

"That is definitely one of the worst parts of these things, the annoying camera crews," He said, chuckling halfheartedly. We continued through the maze of wires and discarded equipment until we came to our entrance. 

I looked through the flap to see bright neon lights, going down the sides of the walkway, leading straight to Calixto who was looking just as nervous as I probably did. He licked his lips and began chatting with Drew and Killian, laughing occasionally, and I smiled at him before closing the flap once again. 

"Hey Chesney, you ready?" 

Hearing my name being called, I turned to see Dakota walking over in his own suit, a tailored, navy suit with his golden initials set just over his heart, and holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands. 

"I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be," I whispered, grabbing the roses, and I sniffed them, inhaling deeply. 

"There's a card in there from lover boy to help you feel just a little bit more ready, break a leg Chesnut," Dakota told me, winking, and he walked around the corner of the tent, disappearing almost as fast as he appeared.

I smiled at the bouquet, chewing tenderly on my lip, and played with the small card that was placed in the very center of the vibrant red flowers. I grabbed the card, handing the flowers to Bello, and started reading the handwritten letter. 

'Dear Ches, 

Babe, I know you're nervous. I know you're scared. But please remember, I'm always there. I'll be here, waiting for you at the end. I know for a fact, that even though I'm not allowed to see you before this thing starts, you look as good as always. Just walk out from behind those screens with your head up high as if you own the world. Because you do. You own my world. You'll be fine my love, 

With all the love I can provide,

Calixto Anderson'

"Well? What's it say?"

I blushed, closing the card quickly and tucking it behind my back as Bello rolled his eyes, thrusting the bouquet into my chest.

"Fine, if you don't want tell me, don't," He said with a ghost of a smile creeping up his face and I shook my head with a chuckle, putting the card back into the bouquet and setting the beautiful arrangement on the table beside the entrance. Thanks for making today even more special Calixto. 

"It's time to begin everyone! Thank you for coming out and we all hope you enjoy! Now, 
without further adieu, Chesney Thompson!" 

Hearing Jeremy's announcer voice, I wiped my somewhat sweaty palms on my pants. Here goes nothing. 

With a final calming breath and a quick hug from Bello, I strutted through the tent flaps and smiled brightly as pictures were taken of me from all angles. I walked confidently and struck a pose, tilting my head slightly while facing to the left and a few gasped, mesmerized by my actions. I glanced straight down the runway and spotted Calixto watching me with wide eyes and a huge grin, making me smile back. Suddenly, as our eyes met, it felt like everyone else disappeared and I was there just for him and only him. 

"Chesney is wearing a Plié original. See how fashionable and chic? Take note of the full canvas design and the way it molds to Chesney's slim figure! I just love what Plié did with the polished ivory color scheme and the dark navy handkerchief!"

As Jeremy went about describing the suit I was modeling, I struck different poses, making Calixto laugh heartily as he watched me with interest and pride. 

"Now, for Bello Starling who's wearing a wine red suit also constructed by Plié, I'm jealous!" As Jeremy started announcing Bello and he strutted out, looking as confident as ever, I walked back through where I came, smiling at him as I left. 

"Chesney! Baby, you did great!" 

I gasped as I was soon being picked up by Calixto with kisses being repeatedly pressed to my cheek. I giggled, snorting slightly, and pushed at his chest weakly.

"Ah stop," I laughed and he sat me down, keeping his arms around me while he smiled hugely, eyes practically sparkling. I pecked his lips and grabbed my bouquet from the table behind us.

"Thank you," I whispered and he rubbed the back of his neck before shrugging.

"Ah, it was nothing," he said, blushing, and I smirked, kissing his reddened cheek. 

"Chesnut! You were awesome out there!" 

Dakota's voice chirped from behind me and I turned in Calixto's arms to be met with the sight of Dakota skipping hand in hand with Killian, whom was simply walking beside him, laughing at his boyfriend. 

"Thank you! I think I could've done better without this guy here, distracting me," I said, nudging Calixto in the ribs gently and he pouted, hugging me closer. 

"It's not my fault these pants hug you so perfectly," he growled in my ear, sending shivers up my spine. 

"U-um, where's Blaise," I asked Dakota as he and Killian approached, pointedly trying to ignore Calixto, and he grinned slyly.

"He's still inside with that cute announcer guy, they really hit it off before this fashion show began. Jeremy, I think, was his name," He told me and my eyes widened in surprise. Wow, I hope that works out. Blaise deserves someone in his life and Jeremy 
is 
available, I don't see why it couldn't work. 

"Cute," Killian asked, raising a brow, and Dakota rolled his eyes, standing on his tiptoes to place a chaste kiss on the boxer's lips. 

"You know you're the only one for me," he whispered against Killian's lips and Killian smiled, kissing him once more.

"Hey Ches?" 

I hummed inquisitively as I looked back at Calixto from over my shoulder and he smiled, placing his head in the crook of my neck and swaying us gently from side to side.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do," I told him, feeling as he pressed a kiss to the side of my cheek.

"And you love me too, right?"

"Yep, I love you too," I said, chuckling a bit as he kissed under my ear, incidentally tickling me. 

"Well I think it's time we took things to the next level," he whispered and I froze up, going wide eyed. Oh no, he didn't mean-

"You wanna adopt?"

.

.

.

"...yes?"

~~~

I'm guessing a few of you thought a wedding was coming in the beginning? Ha, sorry XD I was feeling mischievous so I thought I'd play a little trick!

Well, as one door closes, another one opens. And now, as we say farewell to our beloved men, we can be happy that they will be back!

AND NOW FOR WHAT YOU'VE HOPEFULLY BEEN WAITING FOR-

![](https://img.wattpad.com/9671eeaf615724490a8e8a65c520ff6f90613fe6/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f55676b675f657151586f6f5150513d3d2d3330303133373435352e313436656461306664336238643331353234363634373032313133382e6a7067)

The Spin-Off! As you may have guessed, it's going to feature Chesney and Calixto's adopted teen, Jude! I hope you're as excited as I am! Woohoo! 

I'll try my best to have it up tomorrow! Hope to see you there! For the last time, Brendan Ash signing off!

# Finally Back! 

Any questions? My inbox is open! Or feel free to ask me on insta @_justpeyton 

Hey guys! So I'm finally back from about a 4 year hiatus, long asf I know haha. Basically I struggled with mental health but, at the age of 20, I finally feel stronger and I can actually handle writing as my pastime! Thank you all for your love, support, and patience! To thank you for this, I have begun a new story and it would mean a lot to me for you all to check it out! It's called Hargrove Academy and it's about a school for the supernatural, it's a teen fiction and romance with gay main characters! I hope you enjoy and again, thank you for reading and for your support! (
Also, I'm sure my writing has gotten FAR better by now haha) 

PREVIEW: 

Such a deep chuckle was emitted from the man in front of him. His dark, curly hair bouncing from the motion and his firm chest mimicking the motion. Patton's hands unconsciously drifted up to the mystery man's chest and the mystery man drew him closer, his gaze fixed upon Patton's light hazel eyes. 

Patton couldn't look away from the man in front of him. He was incredibly beautiful, almost supernaturally so. Beautiful features; Full lips, symmetrical face, strong jaw, straight and defined nose, he was like a walking statue crafted by the hands of Donatello himself. 

"Patton"