Note: Okay, I know I said that was the last part…but I had to write this. See…end! END. CoughsUnless Ben wants a P.O.V tooCoughs

End Of An Era.

I can’t believe it’s all over. I mean…it’s been four years already? Damn. Who would have thought?

“Shit, have you seen my keys?”

Four years…and it’s over. I mean, I actually have to go and get a job, a place to live, make money, provide for myself…Oh. My. God.

“Earth to Nick…is anyone there? NICK!”

Shit, does he have to scream so loud? I mean, damn…my poor ears.

“Huh…what? Keys? No, haven’t seen them…”

He’s looking a little bewildered right now. God, I love him. Shit…what am I going to do now…I’m not going to see him everyday, not going to wake up next to him anymore…no more late night conversations, or fights that lead to really good make up sex…

“Oh, they were in a box, which was filled with paper. I’m sure I put it on your bed…can you check again?”

No more being able to just sit and stare at him when he thinks I’m not watching…no more anything.

“NICK!”

Must stop spacing out. It’s a really bad habit.

“Oh…yeah, sure, I’ll look.”

Why did the idiot put them on my bed anyway? I mean…he knows I’m no good with keeping things safe and shit, what the hell was he thinking?

“Thanks…I need them really soon, have to get moving my stuff you know…”

I don’t want to move out. I don’t want things to…

“NICK! Sometime this year would be good.”

Whoops. Oh…he really did put them on my bed. Idiot.

“This them?”

Why did I even ask that? I mean…I know that’s them…sometimes I do have to wonder about myself…

“Yeah, can you just throw the keys over…I don’t need the box, you can use it…”

Woohoo, I get a box. Now, all my problems are solved. Damn, must stop being so cynical and sarcastic, especially when no one else can hear me…

“Oh…erm thanks…I guess.”

He’s looking at me as if to say ‘you really are stupid.’

“Can you make sure there’s nothing left in there?”

…Why can’t he have done it? Surely he would have taken anything important out? Like I said, idiot.

“Sure…why not, I only have all of my stuff to pack yet.”

Sarcasm. Damn, must stop using it…

“…just CHECK INSIDE THE FUCKING BOX ALREADY.”

….Wow…he’s angry about something…

“Okay, alright already.”

Oooh, there’s a letter addressed to me…

“This for me?”

Asking the obvious yet again…well done.

“What do you think?”

Now, he’s just stood there, looking expectantly at me…oh, he wants me to read it.

Nick No dear? Or to? I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time, but have never known how to go about it. So…well here goes…Will you move in with me?

Must have read that wrong. Because, if I haven’t, then I’m about to be the happiest man alive.

“Well?”

He’s not joking…I refuse to run over there and hug him like an idiot…

…

Great…why does my body never do as my mind says?

“I take that as a yes?”

He needs air dammit.

“You can take that as a fuck yes!”

This means, I will get to wake up next to him, sleep next to him, watch him, fight with him…god, why didn’t I think of this before? I am such an idiot. I take back all the times I’ve ever called him an idiot. He is a genius. A God. An Angel…he is…staring at me. Spaced out again I see. Whoops.

“So…you have to pack still…”

That I do. I hate packing, it’s one of those things you just don’t want to do. Boring.

“…yes I do.”

Now he looks annoyed. What NOW?

“Ben…something wrong?”

No, wait…predatory smirk…

“Ben?”

Eyebrows raised, smirk in place…and he’s looking me up and down…

“Well, the way I figure it, the sooner we have you packed and ready…the sooner we can go and…”

Am I being really dense here? Is he talking another language?

“…And?…”

Well, this makes a change. He’s just rolling his eyes. Bloody marvellous.

“I’ll let you sit and think about what we could be doing in my new king size bed…”

…OH! Shit, need to pack. Must pack now…boxes, BOXES…where are the goddamned boxes.

…

Is that chuckling I hear? He’s laughing at me..

“WELL HELP ME ALREADY…or would you rather wait til tomorrow…”

I knew that would get him moving.

“Heh, look what I found…”

Is that…no it can’t possibly be…IT IS!

“Where the hell was that?”

I can’t believe we never threw it out. I mean…wow…

“It was in this box full of…well full of who knows what…”

It’s all smashed up…I still can’t believe he did that. I mean, evil fucker.

“You realise, that’s the sole reason we’re together now?”

Beep.

Beep. Beep.

Beep.

No…it can’t be…

“IT’S ALIVE! THE EVIL ALARM CLOCK IS ALIVE NICK!”

Oh god no…not that noise…ANYTHING BUT THAT NOISE.

“TURN IT OFF. QUICK…”

He’s just laughing. It’s not funny, I can’t stand that fucking noise. Neither could he…

“We’re keeping it.”

What was that?

“Excuse me?”

He’s using puppy dog eyes…

“Like you said, it’s the reason we’re together…we have to keep it.”

Aww, he’s all sentimental. How cute.

“…Do we have to?”

I guess so. In the box it goes.

“So…you nearly ready?”

He looks almost as sad as I feel. It’s like the end of an era. No more Uni…no more lessons, no more parties…

“…Yeah…I don’t wanna go though…”

He’s reaching out for me. He’s holding my hand. He’s never done that before.

“Me either…but hey, we get a new place…nothing changes…nothing.”

Yeah, he’s right I guess. So what…we’re leaving this room, not like I’m leaving him…

“Okay, I’m ready, let’s go…”

I can’t believe I’ll never wake up inside that room ever again…its kind of weird really. I’m missing it already. Now, now I have to be a responsible adult…

“Nick…”

What does he want…ow, fucker! He hit me with a pillow!

“What the hell…”

He’s smiling. It’s kind of infectious because I can’t help but smile either…

“Had to…for old times sake…”

OLD? Is he insinuating I’m old?

“OLD!”

 He’s rolled his eyes at me AGAIN.

“Not this again…we’re not going through this argument again. I was not calling YOU old. I am the SAME age as you, you idiot!”

Well…I guess he’s right, nothing will change. And I mean nothing. He’s still a stubborn ass. And, well…me, I’m just great. Heh.

“NICK. STOP SPACING OUT!”

Ahh well, we all have our flaws right…