AN: Skylar’s turn! This takes place when they’re on holiday from school, so Skylar’s at home. But that was pretty easy to figure out O.o;;; Anyway, he’s talking about Mikah, obviously, and he’s not too happy with the way things are going. Nothing actually happens, but it’s all right, I suppose. It has a hopeful ending XD read, enjoy, and please review!!

He showed up at our house last night. He looked so dazed and confused that I had no choice to believe that he really didn’t mean to come to us. Apparently his aunt lives in the same apartment building, and he was going to her house.

His father kicked him out. I didn’t get all the details from him, but it seems like his father found a bunch of love letters that he had received over the course of last term.

I couldn't believe it. He had kept them?

It’s hard, changing a person’s outlook on that sort of thing so quickly and to such an extent, but I thought I had managed quite nicely. It was a particular favourite of mine, the idea of love letters. I hadn't known that he’d keep them, the silly git.

Then again, I suppose I might have. I should have guessed it. Such a cold exterior, so desperate to remain utterly emotionless, it had to have some deeper meaning. He kept them. I guess I succeeded more than I had ever hoped, more than I could ever have thought possible.

I’m happy about that. Everything I said in those letters was true. I do love him. I don’t know why he attracted me, how I knew he did, or when he started, but it happened, and now I’m so deep in it that I can't get out. I don’t want to get out.

So, I set out to seduce him. Can you blame me? It’s almost common knowledge that he doesn’t open up easily, and everyone loves a bit of intrigue. What better way than anonymous love letters?

I had never imagined that he’d keep them. Far less likely seemed the idea that his father would kick him out because he had. Completely unimaginable was the fact that he’d turn up at my house instead of the one he set out for.

It’s reasonable to assume that now. He was a mess last night. I honestly don’t think he had any idea where he was going. He had had enough time to grab a jacket before his father chased him out…

It’s my fault.

How do you colour the sky?

Apparently very successfully. Too successfully.

I changed him. I know that now, I can see it in the way he looks at me.

I told him, of course, that I had written them. How could I not?

He cried. That was surprisingly painful. He collapsed on my bed and burst into tears. That one hurt. What else could I do but comfort him? I cuddled him some, and he accepted them meekly, but he didn’t return them at all, made no effort to touch me back.

He told me he had loved me.

I had suspected that before he said it, but when he used the past tense…

Loved. Damn past tense.

I ignored that for the moment, and eventually he stopped crying. Brought his masks back firmly into place, and all I was left with were cool, controlled green eyes and a slightly disdainful expression. How do you declare your love to such an unforgiving face?

I didn’t know I had hurt him that badly. I had no idea.

Thinking about it in retrospect, it should have occurred to me. But it didn’t. And now he’s angry with me, living with his aunt who lives, would you believe it, two doors down.

He refused to see me earlier. I’m hoping he’ll forgive me. I still don’t know exactly what I did wrong, but maybe if I apologise hard enough, for long enough…

Maybe he’ll forgive me. Then again, maybe not.

It’s tough, getting into the head of someone like him. He keeps things locked away, and only talks to that damned bear of his. Is it possible to be so jealous of an inanimate object?

Oh believe me, it is. It’s far too easy. Knowing that that stupid bear stays with him no matter what… Shit, he’s seventeen, for crying out loud. Who sleeps with a teddy bear at seventeen? Who accepts a bear as their sole companion and confidant?

…

Would that I could take its place.

I wish I knew what I did wrong. Is it such a crime to seduce someone these days? Well, all right, we’re both guys, but that shouldn’t be any different. How could anyone deny that we go well together? How could anyone even think that me holding him is so wrong when it felt so good?

His aunt refused to let me in earlier, when I tried to go around. She called me a corrupter. Is that even a word? Whatever. That didn’t really hurt. What stung was that he was right behind her. He heard every word, and he didn’t say anything.

All right, so I made him fall in love with me. Isn’t that the point of seduction? Isn’t that the overall aim of enticing someone you love? Surely it wouldn’t be so bad if we both can see that we’d be happier together…

Or maybe not. I changed him. Not in any big way, all in all, but enough to make him resent me. Enough to make myself resent me. I loved him for who he was, and I love him for who he is now, but if he doesn’t see that, if he only registers that I’ve changed him… Possibly, from his view, for the worse, then no wonder he’s angry with me.

Because surely that’s all it is.

I did not spend the last few months writing love letters to someone only to have them fall for me and then start hating me because I changed them.

How do you color the sky?

The world would stop turning if it didn’t remain blue… The world would be in chaos.

But the sky changes color every day, doesn’t it?

There’s no way anyone would ever be able to convince me that he is the same person he was when he first started going to school with us. And that was a while before the first letter even got planned.

He changed before that.

He followed the sky’s pattern almost exactly. Occasionally he’d open up, and would show a bit more color than sky blue or rainy gray…

Skies contain sunsets.

I didn’t change him that much. I gave him opportunities to explore himself further. I was closer to him than anyone else, besides that damn bear, before he figured out who was writing those letters. He must have liked me at least a little before then, right?

Right.

He isn’t going to escape me that easily.

I know he loved me. I know he’s angry with me. And I’m equally sure that he can love me again…

If he ever stopped in the first place.

It wouldn’t be hard to seduce him again, you know. He fell into my arms so easily that one time when he came in, he wanted to be held. You could see it in his eyes. I could feel it when he wrapped his arms around me.

It was obvious.

I don’t think it’s going to be easy though. I still have to get through his aunt, of course. Then there’s going to be all those mental barriers he’s put up to keep me out, and then I’ll have to scale those bloody walls he has emotionally. After that, if we ever do get together, there’s going to be his father to contend with.

It’s been pounded into his head for so long that same sex relationships are bad, I think that’s going to be the hardest obstacle.

He loves me.

That’s a big help, of course, but it’s going to need more. It’ll take a lot of effort, especially on my part, because I’ll have to have the motivation in the beginning when he doesn’t have any.

He’s worth it though.

How could I ever doubt that? His eyes are such a piercing, incredible shade of green… And they stare straight through me, into me. And he really does look peaceful when he sleeps, I’ve seen him, you know.

I’m still deciding whether or not to get rid of the bear.

I don’t think he’ll need it anymore, not if he has me, but it would be reassuring for him to keep, surely?

I don’t mind, so much. Or I won't, when he’s finally mine.

Because he is, you know. Mine. I never had any doubt about it, once I realized how I felt. Well, all right, there was the obligatory denial stage, but then he came in a few minutes later, and there was no turning back. Not for me, anyway. Not when I had him to work for.

Because he really is worth it.

I’m going over again to his aunt’s. I’m not going to take no for an answer this time, I will speak to him or get thrown out in the attempt. I know he wants to speak to me. I’m sure of it. Once he stops being so angry, he’ll have to accept it, because I have and I can’t believe that there’s anyone else I’ll ever feel this way for again.

It’s a good thing I’m good at groveling.

Maybe I should just go when his aunt is out shopping. She goes out regularly for an hour or two each afternoon now, for the past few days. He stays in her apartment. I haven’t seen him since my last attempt to apologize.

He’ll be there. I’ll go see him, and I won't let him shut me out because damnit, he needs me just as much as I need him, even if he is by far the better one at hiding it. He can't hide it forever. I won't let him. If he still hasn’t forgiven me by the time we return to school, well, that’s all the better.

I won't have his aunt to put up with anymore, and he can't lock himself in his room or the teachers will get pissed.

I guess that’s all there is for it, then.

I love him, and he’s mine, and he’s going to realize that soon, and when he does, I’ll be ready. I’ll be waiting for him with open arms, and I’ll even cajole him all the way into them. I don’t mind that he’s unsure about the whole thing. I couldn’t care less what everyone else thinks.

All that matters is that I love him.

And he loves me.

I know he does. He can't not. That would be… unthinkable.

I don’t know what I’d do if he stays angry at me forever. I won't think about that.

I’ll apologize tomorrow afternoon, when his aunt goes out, and I won't let him tell me no. Not when it’s better for both of us as individual people to be together, not when it’s promising to be heaven here on earth.

Fuck what everyone else thinks.

I’m in love with him. So deeply in love with him that I wouldn’t care what his father thinks. If his dad is so against our relationship, then he can go fuck himself. And his mother, well, if she is really as timid as he says she is, then I can't really see her arguing.

But I hope she does. It’ll prove to him that I’m not the only one to love him.

I have to prove I love him somehow. He won't accept it at first. I don’t mind, actually. I’m willing to fight for things that are important enough to be fought for.

And when he sees that I love him for who he was, who he is, and who he will be… Well…

How do you color the sky?

You don’t need to.

It colors itself.

All you can do is stand back and marvel at the different shades…

And I will.

I promise.