Cal and Reg

"I just can't believe the nerve of that little prick!" I growl, pacing back and forth, "To actually bribe me-me!"

"We'll Cal, he just did," Reg grins over at me, his cobalt blue eyes sparkling with laughter through his wire framed glasses. "Personally, I think it's kinda funny."

"You would!" I growl, glaring over at my best friend. Pausing a moment, I walk over to stand before him, "Whose side are you on anyways?" He shrugs a bit, never looking up from the manga he was presently reading. My eyes narrow a bit as I snatch the book from his hands.

He glances up at me, a sleek red eyebrow raising. I hide the book behind my back and grin innocently. He shakes his head a bit and grins lightly up at me, "I'm on your side, oh great one," he mutters sarcastically.

"As right you should," I say jokingly, handing him his book back. He immediately opens the damn thing and begins reading again. With a faint grunt, I cover both pages with my hand.

"Whats is it?" he asks a bit exasperated. "Do you just feel like annoying the hell out of me today or something?"

"Today? Isn't that everyday?"

He purses his lips, "So it seems."

Glancing up at the clock, I quickly walk over to grab my jacket. "Gotta go, Rita and I are going to the movies-wanna come?"

"Nah," he replies, standing and stretching a bit, his shirt rides up a bit, exposing his middriff to wandering eyes-though why I noticed I have no idea. "I have to go get ready myself."

I raise a brow, "Why? Where are you going?"

He shrugs, "To a club," he says nonchalantly.

"Oh..." I mutter, pulling my jacket on. "See you tommorrow."

"Yea, tommorrow," he mutters and makes his way to his room. Reg had his own appartment, bought and payed for by his rich parents who decided they'd just buy their son out of their life. Hell, they even deposit money for bills and play in his account, just so they won't have to have any physical contact with him. In other words his total arrangement is fucked up. Nice that he's set like that, but fucked up.

Hearing the door close, I quickly make my way out of the apartment and into the elevator.

Reg and I have been friends since our Junior year at highschool. Odd really, me being, well, me, and him being an antisocial bookworm. Well semi-antisocial. When is comes to clubs or parties-he's there. Just in everyday life, school, and things to that effect he is... hard to explain. Hard to remember really, just how we became friends. Think it's something to do with some report or another... oh well. Anyways, he' my best friend now and has been so these past two years we've been in college. No, I don't use him because he's smart. I can do my own damn school work, thank you.

The doors to the elevator soon open on the first floor, nodding to the doorman I rush to my car. I so do not feel like hearing Rita's mouth if I'm late again. Having already dressed for this rather casual date, I head straight to the chicks house. Once outside I honk the horn and wait for her to come out-romantic me? Not in this chicks case. Honestly, I have no idea why I'm even dating her. Between her mouth and her closed legs I feel like I'm fucking married-and ready for a divorce. But never to be called a quiter, I can't give up yet until I've tried it.

And no, I'm not a womanizer-I do the same thing to men. Ha.

After a few moments, she hurriedly walks to the car and slides in the passenger seat, her brown eyes sparkling as she twirls her blond hair about her finger. Moving over, she pecks my lips and whispers in my ear, "Wanna do something extra fun tonight?" I grin as her tongue flicks over my ear.

Did you know that extra fun is going to a club after the movies? Really, because I gave it a different definition entirely. Lets face it people, this chicks legs are closed at the knee. Nodding up at the burly bouncer he opens the ropes and lets us in-yea, I tend to come here alot, or at least I used to... The place is packed, as if the line outside wasn't any clue. I wave to a few aquaintances and try to find an empty booth-not an easy thing to do I assure you- after about fifteen minutes of looking somebody gets up to leave and we quickly vacant the spot.

Rita looks about, mild disgust on her face as she does so. I look about myself to see whats got her so miffed. I don't see anything amiss. Just people on the dance floor, doing what people at clubs tend to do. Granted this club was both straight and gay/bi/lesbian. I raise a brow at that, could Ken be right? Is she homophobic? Shaking my head I go to the bar and grab a few drinks-aren't fake ID's great?

Turning about, both hands holding glasses that I nearly drop upon seeing Reg on the dance floor. Some ripped brunette all over him. My hands unconsciously tighten on the glass in my hand, my nose curled. Reg laughs at the guy whos arms are about him and kisses him hungrily. the glass in my hand breaks, cutting my hand and sending a Screaming Orgasm all over my shirt sleeve. "Fuck..." I mutter lowly.

It would be about this time that Reg notices me and makes his way over. I turn around with a faint snarl, pretending like I hadn't seen them. The bartender grins at me knowingly and tosses me a clean towel for my hand. I nod in thanks.

"Hey, Cal," Reg says, grabbing my shoudler.

Attempting a smile I turn to face him, "Hey, Reg."

"Thought you were going to the movies?" he asks, smacking the brunettes hand away from his bottom.

I scowl. "Yea, well, we went... and now we're here," I mutter, my eyes unconsciously glaring at the the guy with his arm about my Reg's waist. Wait a minute! My Reg? When the fuck did he become my Reg? I don't know... But I don't like this muscle-head fucker all over what's mine. As a matter of fact I don't think I've ever seen Reg with anyone... ever. How the fuck could I have missed that he actually has an active love life? And when the fuck did I become... I dunno what I am, but I do know that I don't like this fucking punk.

Reg's brow furrows a bit in question, "Cal? What's the matter? Everything okay?"

"Just fucking peachy," I growl, walking away from the two. I down my rum and coke on the way to the table and snatch up my jacket. "Come on-we're leaving."

"Thank God," she said, rushing behind me, "I don't think I could stand these fucking queers any longer anyhow."

I stop and stare at her for a moment, "I'm bisexual-did you know that?" She gasps and curls her lip in disgust, "We're through, I'm giving you a fucking ride home and that's it. I don't like homophobic bitches."

After dropping her back off and getting my fucking passenger seat window busted out in the process- how the fuck could I not have noticed there were bricks lining the drive-way? I make my way home and steal Adam's Jose from the fridge, I make my way up to my room and get shit-faced drunk. To my dismay, the last thing I think of before passing out is Reg-and why it bothers me so much that he's probably in some other guys arms right now.

I awaken with the biggest fucking hang over I can ever remember having. Oh, good, having a hangover means I won't- I rush to the bathroom and vomit up the popcorn and candy from last nights movie trip. "Fuck..." I mutter, "Can my life get any fucking worse?"

"It will if you don't get up and come down for breakfast," I look over to see a gently smiling Bengy leaning against the door panel. Pulling myself up I flush the toilet and turn to face him. He sighs and brushes a piece of hair from my forehead, "Oh, babe," he sighs, shaking his head, "Is there a particular reason you got mucked up enough to get sick?" he asks, tossing me a bottle of aspirin.

I shrug, "Where do I begin?" I ask, washing mouth out and swallowing the pills. Leaning against the counter I turn to face him yet again, "Let's see, first off my girlfriends a homophobic prude-thus have no girlfriend." Bengy grins, I can tell he's not at all disappointed. "Next I go to a club and see my best friend all hugged up with some fucking muscle-head and get jealous... I dunno what the hell is wrong with me."

Bengy smiles and pulls me from the bathroom, not that I could blame him. Who wants to stand and smell someone elses puke? He looks at me knowingly, "Cal, first off, I wont say I'm sorry about the whole Rita thing. She was quite, shall we say, unacceptable?" He tosses me a clean shirt.

"What about Reg?" I ask.

He looks over at me, a grin on his face, "Hunny, why would anyone be jealous of anyone?"

"But... Reg is my best friend?" I reason.

"So?" he shrugs and glances away, I'm still not sure what I feel, but I know I don't like the idea of anyone else with Reg. Bengy takes my chin in his hand, "Admit it, Cal, everyone else can see you've got it bad for Reg-why can't you?"

I gasp, "How can you tell?"

Bengy raises a brow, and hold up a hand, "Let's see, you constantly want his attention, in mixed company he must be beside you and all eyes on you. You say his name in your sleep alot, you call him everyday-if your not over there-"

"Alright, alright, I get the point," I mutter grudgingly and run a hand over my face, "how come I never got jealous until last night?"

Bengy looks at me oddly a moment, "Cal... You won't even let your brothers near him... I dunno if you noticed it or not, but if anyone gets remotely close to Reg you growl."

I blush a bit, only now realizing just that, "W-well how come I never noticed it until last night?"

He shrugs, "I dunno, direct approach? Maybe it only clicked in your mind when you saw him do something directly with another guy?"

"Oh..." I mutter.

Bengy pats my leg and moves towards the door, "Come on then, breakfast, remember?"

"Oi, I don't think I could eat breakfast if I tried."

"Well at least come be with your family," I nod and he turns to leave.

"Bengy?" He turns back about, I blush as I ask, "Do you, uh, do you think I have a chance? With Reg, I mean..."

For once he looks at me with a quite serious face. "I honestly don't know Cal. You've certainly flaunted enough boys and girls in front of his face..." I nod and pull my shirt on, following him down to breakfast.

After picking at my breakfast and growling at Ken, I run upstairs to shower and get dressed, fortunately I have no classes today-and am pretty sure niether does Reg. So I make my way to his apartment. Going over in my head just what I am going to say to him. By the time I'm at his door I don't know. Yet being the determined person I am, I reach up to knock on the door.

My hand doesn't even get ther however, when the muscle-head from last night steps out and closes the door behind him, not even noticing I'm there. Oh my God! No there is no God! How could the higher powers allow this to happen? This guy stayed the night with Reg! Reg and he- "Oh, you're the guy from last night-right?" I stand there and glare, sizing the guy up. He's only a little bigger than me-I could take him.

He looks at me skeptically a moment before extending his hand, "I'm Rick."

Looking at his hand I just go bizerk! "I don't give a flying fuck who you are! And if I catch your around Reg-or his place- again I'll beat the fuck out of you! You fucking prick!" I growl, smacking his hand away.

He pushes me back, his voice going low as he taunts, "I'll come here any time I want. You know Reg likes it. Fucked him so-" My fist stops his words. He is thrown back against the door a moment before he launches himself at me. I am rammed up against the opposite door before I push him off and tackle him to the floor. Once on top of him I punch that fucking bastard over and over agin. I feel a few slugs to my mouth and stomach, but I don't stop. I keep hitting him until someone pulls me forcefully off him.

"Cal! What the fuck?" Reg asks, still holding me back as Rick gets to his feet.

"Let me the fuck go, Reg!" I snarl, trying to get away so I can beat that bitch up some more.

Rick backs away, his face a giant mass of blood and swollen flesh that promised bruises. His hands are out in front of him as he mutters, "Fuck this shit man, it's not worth it." I growl and jerk again, "Sorry, dude, didn't know he was yours."

"Well you fucking know now," I growl, "So stay the fuck away from him!" The guy disappears into the elevator, I stop struggling and turn to face a very pissed off looking Reg who jerks me into his apartment.

Pushing me down into a nearby chair, he stands before me, his hands on his hips, glaring at me. It is only now that I notice his damp hair and bathrobe, must have just come out of the shower. His tapping foot forces me to look up at his face, a sheepish grin on my own. "Sorry?"

"What the fuck is the problem, Cal?" he asks, looking even more pissed by my fake apology.

Narrowing my eyes a bit, I growl, "Okay, I'm not sorry! I hope I ruined that fuckers ugly face! He had no fucking right-"

"No right to what?" Reg growls, his eyes narrowing dangerously behind his glasses.

I jerk my face away to glare at the wall, the words are low as I mutter, "No fucking right to touch you."

"What?" Reg's voice sounds somewhat surprised.

"I said," I say a bit louder, turning to face him, "That he had no fucking right to touch you?"

He raises a brow waiting for me to continue, when I don't, he asks, "And why wouldn't he have the right? What the fuck business is it of yours anyway?"

I stand now, glaring down at him, "Because you're mine and no one else can have you!" I'm shocked at the words that escape my mouth.

From the look on Reg's face, I'm not the only one. He quickly gets over his shock a he glares up at me, having to tilt his head just just abit to do so, "And when did you decide this? When you were out with one of your fuck toys?"

"No!" I say defensively, fidgiting a bit.

He scoffs, crossing his arms about his chest, "You can't just decide that whenever you feel like it, Cal! I have a life too!"

"I know you do," I mumble, a slight pout on my lips.

"You could have fooled the hell out of me," growling a bit, he runs a hand through his bright red hair, "Look, Cal, I don't say anything when you fuck whoever's near you-so keep your mouth shut when I fuck who I want."

"No."

"No?"

"That's right," I growl, pulling him into my arms, "You're mine and you shouldn't fuck anybody but me!"

Reg gasps, looking up at me a moment before pulling away. "And I suppose you can fuck anybody you want?" he asks, a definate bite in his voice, "I mean, what do you want from me, Cal? I already sit here and watch you run about with anyone who looks remotely attractive." His voice lowered a bit, "But I won't be a fuck toy like the rest." There is definate hurt in his voice as he turns about and heads for his room.

I catch him from behind, my arms about his waist as I rest my chin on his shoulder. "You won't have to be," I whisper, kissing his ear softy, "You're all I want, Reg, it just took some muscle-head to prove it to me."

He says nothing for a long moment, "A-and when the next pretty face comes along?"

"I will stand right here faithfully by your side-this is assuming some one has a prettier face than yours, of course." I say, I can see the side of his mouth turn up in a soft smile.

Turning about in my arms, he stares up at me, "Promise me you'll be faithful."

"How could I want anyone when I have you?" I ask passionately, the words coming from my heart.

He smiles again and kisses my jaw, "You have to be public about it..."

"As if I would hide you, more likely I'll be the one left out when everyone sees you." I mutter, brushing my lips across his.

Grinning, he wraps his arms about my neck, "Now that part about my not fucking anybody but you."

I stiffen, "Only me."

He glances up at me, wickedness showing clearly in his eyes. "That I don't have a problem with... Only I don't recall fucking you-yet..."

After kissing his lips with all the hunger in me, I whisper, "Well, we'll just have to rectify that, won't we?" He chuckled delightedly as I lift him in my arms.