Title: Untitled as of now…. Until someone suggests a good name…..

Author: Shades of Hades

Date: February, 2005

A/N: This storie’s been running through my head for a few years now, so it makes sense that I would finally write it down. I just hope I can see it to the finish. We’ll see. .. By the by, I don’t write humor much, so it’s nice to hear what other people think.

Chapter One : Silent All These Years

Crossing my legs uncomfortably, I glared at the man sitting across from me in my living room. The man was making small talk with my wife, oblivious to my glare. It’s not really that he was an evil man, or that I disliked him, per say, but when your ex-boyfriend shows up at your house after ten years of silent treatment, you tend to be a little grumpy. To say that he was an unexpected guest would be the understatement of the century.

He sat relaxed on my couch, cup of tea in hand, discussing problems with this country with my wife of four years, his tone polite, but his eyes mocking when he glanced up at my bitter expression. He smiled at me, and I smiled back, no warmness in my smile.

I watched his mouth move with painful attention, hoping he doesn’t slip up and spill our secret. I’m thirty years old and I have to say that this is the most frustrating day of my life.

One thing I neglected to tell my wife when I first met her was that I didn’t really like girls. It doesn’t really come up in normal conversation, and I thought it was going to be a one-night stand. In all honesty, I was going to tell her… but then she asked me to marry her… What was I suppose to do? Tell her no, I don’t like girls, even though I’ve been dating one for two years now? It just doesn’t work that way. I didn’t want to break her heart even though I didn’t love her. I guess that’s how it lasted this long. I’m just glad she hasn’t pushed the kid issue. I can’t imagine having to tell my child that I like boys and that’s why I’m not gonna be there for them anymore. That would be horrible. It’s already bad enough trying to tell my WIFE. I don’t want to tell her, but I have a feeling that by the end of this week, everything will be turned upside down thanks to this man in front of me.

“So how do you know my husband?” Oh god. Here it comes. He’s gonna spill the beans and I’m going to be sleeping in the doghouse for the rest of my life.

I slump down in my seat still staring at him, willing him to keep quiet.

Either from my glare or just common courtesy of knowing a person twenty-four hours before ruining their life, he smiles and tells a little white lie. “We had math together our freshmen year of high school, and we’ve just been friends ever since.” I breathe a sigh of relief, although this proves to be a bit early. He opens his mouth again to speak, and I can feel my heart drop into my stomach. “Well, more then friends actually….” I stopped breathing at this point. “We were best friends!” I wanted to strangle him. As soon as I learn how to breathe again… He grinned happily at me, and I felt my eye twitch. Maybe I could just claw my own face off so I don’t have to go through this anymore. “I can’t believe he hasn’t spoken about me!” He gave an extremely fake shocked expression before he continued to mock me. “I mean, we did everything together when we were kids!” He pretended to look sad, and I saw my wife look at him with pity write all over her face.

I want to hit him. To hurt him. To shoot him and bury the body under the floorboards. Yes, that’s sounds good. Quite good…

Unfortunately, I don’t have much time to daydream about murder, because the hell-bitch speaks again.

“Aw! I know my husband can be such an asshole sometimes!” She glared at me. Great. Now she’s against me too. Just what he needs, a brother (or in this case sister) in arms. Why can’t anyone ever be on my side? What the hell did I ever do to Karma? “Why don’t you stay here while you’re going to be in town? I would love to hear more about high school and how you two met!” I felt my eye twitch again. I didn’t hear that right… Would he really be staying with us? I don’t want him in this city! Let alone this house! Why can’t the damn woman get the hints I’ve been dropping? She never gets any other hints, like ‘I’m not in the mood,’ but you think that she would at least pick up on ‘Old friends aren’t welcome.’ If I had any love for her, trust me, it would be non-existent now.

I feel like ripping my own hair out… after I rip his out, but despite what my mind was screaming and against my common sense, I nod in agreement. “Yes! Please stay with us!” I forced my self to smile and be polite, but I could see by the way he narrowed his eyes in my direction that he saw through it clear as day.

“Thank you.” He says, never taking his eyes off me. “I will.” I swallow hard. Now that gun’s starting to look good for something else…

Maybe I could suffocate him in his sleep… No, he’ll probably expect that. Poison? No, too obvious… Besides, he could have built up immunity to it by now. Damn. I’ve been forced into a wall.

I bit my lip from saying anything mean and listened to him speak again, my whole body tense. I really doubt at this point he’s going to spill his guts, but he’s always been unpredictable. I mean… he DID just disappear off the face of the Earth for ten years. I mean, I knew it wasn’t going to last forever, but you’d think that a guy would give you a little warning before he just up and leaves your apartment. I mean, really? Is it so hard to say, “Fuck you, I don’t love you anymore?” No, I don’t think so…Okay, so it is… I should know. I’ve never loved my wife and I can’t bring myself to tell her to hit the road.

Damn it. I can’t give myself a good reason to be angry with him.

I slouched in my seat.

This is going to be a long fucking week.