~You've changed a lot, love
So much it's hard to
Recognize,
Sympathize,
Or connect
But I'm willing to see through
All that I don't understand
To try my hand again with you
And make the most out of our lives~
I stapled the shingle once more before looking into the sun. Suddenly, a hand blocked my view.
"Jesus, Lyel! Are you trying to get worker's comp by falling off the roof? Because Christ, I'd push you off and save you the trouble of blinding yourself!" Frank joked. I wasn't really in the mood for him, so I stood up and walked to the other edge of the roof. Of course, the man followed me.
"Hot damn Lyel, why are you so uptight today?" he asked, slapping a hand on my back.
I decided to change where this subject was going. Plus, I didn't want to think about Patrick being a murderer. I looked over at Frank. "It's no big deal," I said, voice tight but soft, "I just had someone over for a while is all."
"Last night?" he asked, anxiety shooting from his eyes.
"Yeah," I replied, "He came over for a tour of my house after having dinner."
"And did you lose your eight year virginity?"
"Possibly."
"Shit, Lyel, don't ever have sex again. It fucking messes you up."
"Yeah, okay," I laughed, "Hey, I'm going to lunch now, 'k?"
"With him, I suppose?" He questioned, grinning.
"Possibly," I replied coyly, climbing down the ladder, "I'll be back in about an hour, two at the latest. Call me if you guys finish or move, alright?"
"Sure, sure," said Frank, walking to the edge of the roof, smiling down at me, "Don't rush back, darling."
I groaned. "Of course, dear," I replied with a sigh, and left.
***
I walked into the restaurant and sat across from him. "Have you been sitting here long?" I asked.
"No," he replied, smiling. He looked insanely perfect. Almost too perfect, but his hair made me run to kiss him. I don't know why. Maybe because it was the only part of him that looked out of place, yet fit him. It was out of place in its place.
"What did you want to talk about, Liam?" he asked, sipping his water innocently, yet with a hint of seductiveness.
I leaned closer to him. "Did you really murder Kris?" I asked, my voice lowered so the only thing customers would suspect was that I was talking dirty.
"I never said that!" he whispered harshly, his green eyes narrowing defensively, "My- my mother killed him," he continued, voice trailing off a bit.
My eyes widened. "Your mother? Why?" I asked, in a paralyzed shock. Patrick's mother was one of the sweetest women I knew.
Patrick looked unbelievably calm about this whole thing. "Because she found out what he was doing to me," he explained. I had no idea what to say. He took up the menu. "What's good to eat here?" he asked, distracting himself.
I blinked a bit. "I think they specialize in steaks, actually," I said. I wasn't sure how he could change the subject without seeming a bit unnerved about what he had just said.
He groaned. "What about their salads?" he asked. I wrinkled my nose at the thought. Then I understood.
"Oh, Patrick," I said, chuckling, "You don't have to eat like that around me. I don't care if you order a burger or steak or something."
Patrick's eyes widened and he looked at me as if I'd called him fat. Had I? Damn it! I didn't mean for it to be that way! "Tell me you're kidding," he said softly. I shook my head. If I was anything, it was not kidding. "I don't eat meat, Liam," he explained.
"What?" I asked, laughing. Surely he was joking. "I don't remember that from home. Since when?"
"Well, I'm a vegetarian now. So's Ivan. Perry says it improves our physique," he explained. I blinked. Wow, I didn't like that. I always remembered him as the one who could and would eat anything and never gain a pound. Why had he changed that? It didn't make any sense.
After a lunch that was pretty quiet and a kiss that was pretty warm, we went our separate ways. I went back to work feeling better, and was ready for anything Frank could shoot at me. One thing was for sure: I would not tolerate him out of line.
***
"Ivan!" Ivan heard his name yelled, followed by an awakening smack across his face. He shot up, surprised.
"What.who...?" He blinked at Frank's figure and had to check to make sure it was -his- house. It was, so why the fuck was Frank there? Scratch that, how was he there? "Frank, how the hell did you get in?" Ivan asked, rolling over to cling to his naked Matthew. All he got was a face full of sheets. He groaned, a tired whine clinging to his voice. Matthew had left already. Now he was naked and unprotected in his house- with Frank! Aw, shit! Shit, shit, shit!
"Hello?" Frank asked, knocking on the back of Ivan's head. "Did you hear me, stripper? I said that your door was unlocked, and you wouldn't answer the bell."
"No shit. I'm naked and it's nine in the morning," Ivan yelled, exasperated. "Wait, why aren't you at work? You're a 9 to 5 worker! Never mind, what do you want? God!" He felt so crabby.
"Navi was there! He was with Lyel! Lyel went to lunch with him!" Ivan's eyes slowly stretched. Oh God, he could not have just heard that! Frank found out already? Oh shit, shit, shit!
"And they kissed, Ivan," Frank continued, "Damn it! I thought you said nothing would go wrong!" His face was beet red. "What should I do? He's mine!"
"Yours?" Ivan asked credulously, "You pay to fuck him, Frank! It's like giving food for friends." He immediately regretted opening his mouth.
"Well, he -is- mine!" Frank yelled, "And I'm going to get him back!" Ivan flinched when the door slammed behind him. Oh shit, shit, shit! He had to warn Navi! He picked up a phone and called his ex.
So much it's hard to
Recognize,
Sympathize,
Or connect
But I'm willing to see through
All that I don't understand
To try my hand again with you
And make the most out of our lives~
I stapled the shingle once more before looking into the sun. Suddenly, a hand blocked my view.
"Jesus, Lyel! Are you trying to get worker's comp by falling off the roof? Because Christ, I'd push you off and save you the trouble of blinding yourself!" Frank joked. I wasn't really in the mood for him, so I stood up and walked to the other edge of the roof. Of course, the man followed me.
"Hot damn Lyel, why are you so uptight today?" he asked, slapping a hand on my back.
I decided to change where this subject was going. Plus, I didn't want to think about Patrick being a murderer. I looked over at Frank. "It's no big deal," I said, voice tight but soft, "I just had someone over for a while is all."
"Last night?" he asked, anxiety shooting from his eyes.
"Yeah," I replied, "He came over for a tour of my house after having dinner."
"And did you lose your eight year virginity?"
"Possibly."
"Shit, Lyel, don't ever have sex again. It fucking messes you up."
"Yeah, okay," I laughed, "Hey, I'm going to lunch now, 'k?"
"With him, I suppose?" He questioned, grinning.
"Possibly," I replied coyly, climbing down the ladder, "I'll be back in about an hour, two at the latest. Call me if you guys finish or move, alright?"
"Sure, sure," said Frank, walking to the edge of the roof, smiling down at me, "Don't rush back, darling."
I groaned. "Of course, dear," I replied with a sigh, and left.
***
I walked into the restaurant and sat across from him. "Have you been sitting here long?" I asked.
"No," he replied, smiling. He looked insanely perfect. Almost too perfect, but his hair made me run to kiss him. I don't know why. Maybe because it was the only part of him that looked out of place, yet fit him. It was out of place in its place.
"What did you want to talk about, Liam?" he asked, sipping his water innocently, yet with a hint of seductiveness.
I leaned closer to him. "Did you really murder Kris?" I asked, my voice lowered so the only thing customers would suspect was that I was talking dirty.
"I never said that!" he whispered harshly, his green eyes narrowing defensively, "My- my mother killed him," he continued, voice trailing off a bit.
My eyes widened. "Your mother? Why?" I asked, in a paralyzed shock. Patrick's mother was one of the sweetest women I knew.
Patrick looked unbelievably calm about this whole thing. "Because she found out what he was doing to me," he explained. I had no idea what to say. He took up the menu. "What's good to eat here?" he asked, distracting himself.
I blinked a bit. "I think they specialize in steaks, actually," I said. I wasn't sure how he could change the subject without seeming a bit unnerved about what he had just said.
He groaned. "What about their salads?" he asked. I wrinkled my nose at the thought. Then I understood.
"Oh, Patrick," I said, chuckling, "You don't have to eat like that around me. I don't care if you order a burger or steak or something."
Patrick's eyes widened and he looked at me as if I'd called him fat. Had I? Damn it! I didn't mean for it to be that way! "Tell me you're kidding," he said softly. I shook my head. If I was anything, it was not kidding. "I don't eat meat, Liam," he explained.
"What?" I asked, laughing. Surely he was joking. "I don't remember that from home. Since when?"
"Well, I'm a vegetarian now. So's Ivan. Perry says it improves our physique," he explained. I blinked. Wow, I didn't like that. I always remembered him as the one who could and would eat anything and never gain a pound. Why had he changed that? It didn't make any sense.
After a lunch that was pretty quiet and a kiss that was pretty warm, we went our separate ways. I went back to work feeling better, and was ready for anything Frank could shoot at me. One thing was for sure: I would not tolerate him out of line.
***
"Ivan!" Ivan heard his name yelled, followed by an awakening smack across his face. He shot up, surprised.
"What.who...?" He blinked at Frank's figure and had to check to make sure it was -his- house. It was, so why the fuck was Frank there? Scratch that, how was he there? "Frank, how the hell did you get in?" Ivan asked, rolling over to cling to his naked Matthew. All he got was a face full of sheets. He groaned, a tired whine clinging to his voice. Matthew had left already. Now he was naked and unprotected in his house- with Frank! Aw, shit! Shit, shit, shit!
"Hello?" Frank asked, knocking on the back of Ivan's head. "Did you hear me, stripper? I said that your door was unlocked, and you wouldn't answer the bell."
"No shit. I'm naked and it's nine in the morning," Ivan yelled, exasperated. "Wait, why aren't you at work? You're a 9 to 5 worker! Never mind, what do you want? God!" He felt so crabby.
"Navi was there! He was with Lyel! Lyel went to lunch with him!" Ivan's eyes slowly stretched. Oh God, he could not have just heard that! Frank found out already? Oh shit, shit, shit!
"And they kissed, Ivan," Frank continued, "Damn it! I thought you said nothing would go wrong!" His face was beet red. "What should I do? He's mine!"
"Yours?" Ivan asked credulously, "You pay to fuck him, Frank! It's like giving food for friends." He immediately regretted opening his mouth.
"Well, he -is- mine!" Frank yelled, "And I'm going to get him back!" Ivan flinched when the door slammed behind him. Oh shit, shit, shit! He had to warn Navi! He picked up a phone and called his ex.