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Chapter 2



James’s POV



“Dude! C’mon you’ll be late!” Someone yelled seemingly in my ear and I jumped cussing and screaming surprisingly not falling off the futon. Elliot started to laugh as I realized he was holding me up. I sat up properly and brushed my hand through my hair, Dean was standing beside Elliot with his arms crossed.

“Alright alright. Hold on a bloody minute.” Elliot groaned and stretched as he got up making his arms legs and back crack. He stumbled to his room he shares with Dean and closed the door.

“Why were you sleeping out here with Elliot?” he asked sitting down on the other couch. Well he didn’t want to move his legs off me so I just stayed here. Ha. If I were to say that he’d make a joke. I shrugged and grabbed my phone looking at the time.

“Shit!” I jumped up and ran to my room; yeah so much for making up my money today. My boss will take away all my tips if I’m late.



I got to the café a minute early; luckily my boss didn’t notice how close I was to being late. I grumbled to myself as I tied on the apron, damn you Elliot. If I were late I’d kick your ass. I made my way around the tabled with ease, cleaned the place, took orders, got a few healthy tips from the girls I charmed. It was a typical day at Hudson’s Café. Well until lunch that is…

I was on my break out back having a cigarette that I charmed out of a girl I knew. I looked around at the brick walls that lined the alley, garbage cans that were overfilled hugged against them as graffiti littered the walls. It wasn’t the best part of town but it wasn’t the worst. I was used to places worse than this, living partially on the street throughout my teenaged life. I wasn’t homeless, far from it, but I hated being home. I hated hearing all the fights, I hated getting in between them but I never could stop myself. I was always one for getting in trouble, breaking the law and such, but that was before I grew up and figured out how stupid I was. I try not to look for danger that often though I have a reputation so nobody would mess with me even if I did. I was lost in thought staring up at the brick building in front of me starting at nothing.

“James!” I jumped and choked as I inhaled. “I scared you!” Elliot laughed and patted my back hard making the smoke burst out my mouth. I turned to him quickly and glared.

“What are you doing here?” I snapped, he didn’t seem fazed as his smiled never faltered.

“I just wanted to see you Jay.” He looked up at me through his black hair covering his eyes slightly. I felt my muscles loosen at his smile; it’s never possible to stay mad at him for more than a minute. I sighed and threw my cigarette on the ground squishing it and looked back at Elliot; he pouted still slightly smiling.

“Why?” I asked my voice softer than before. He hugged me around my waist and arms making it impossible to move. What’s with him? He’s never come to my work before at lunch unless he comes to actually eat here with Dave and Rodney. And why is he hugging me so god damn much?! I didn’t move and let him finish, knowing from experience that it’s a bad thing to push him away when he’s like this. I swear he’s a child with all the bi-polarness of a girl on the rag.

“Because I love you.” He smiled up at me. Here we go again; I rolled my eyes. I almost saw something along the lines of disappointment in his eyes for a split second but I could be wrong. What does he have to be disappointed about? It’s probably nothing; it might have been my imagination.

“C’mon, my break times done. Let’s go inside.” He looked down and followed me inside. Okay…why is he looking down? I let him sit on the stool at the counter and got him a coke. Great. My niceness is starting to get me worried. I’ll be broke if I keep buying shit. He keeps looking down not making eye contact. Did I do something wrong? I sat down beside him when I was done serving someone their food and thought about earlier. He was fine when we got up; he was fine when he met me back there then bang! He’s not like himself. I know he’s completely unpredictable but I never knew he could be upset. Like really upset to the point of not talking. I didn’t do anything wrong but I felt bad for some reason so I placed my hand on his shoulder.

“Is something wrong Elliot?” I asked and he shook his head slowly. Well now I know something’s wrong… “Dude, I know something’s up. You can tell me.” It’s not like I’ve ever disowned him before, even after he said he was bisexual; leaning more to gay I believe in the last year.

“No I’m okay James.” He looked over and smiled his usual smile but…something was different. “Thanks for the drink. I’ll see you later.” He patted me on the back and left me there stunned. First he’s happy, then sad then…happy? Well somewhat happy I guess…he’s like a rollercoaster that I’ve been stuck on for years.

Elliot’s POV

I walked back to the apartment with my arms wrapped around myself. Am I too much of a jokester? When I try to be serious James thinks I’m kidding. I’m not! I guess this is kinda like the boy who cried wolf effect; joke around too much no one will take you seriously.

“Hey where have you been? I thought you’d be here forty minutes ago.” Josh, a uh ‘friend’ of mine, got up from the couch and crossed his arms slowly. Right. Well sorry I didn’t want to get fucked by you again for a measly twenty bucks. Though I’m not worth half that…he brushed his hand through his short brown hair and clenched his teeth. I sighed and walked over pressing my lips to his unwillingly.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled not wanting to apologize.

“You better be. I’m only paying you ten to fuck me.” He growled. Ten dollars? Is it even worth it? Of course not but I’d rather deal with being used than being beaten by him. He grabbed my wrist tight enough to leave a bruise and pulled me into my bedroom locking the door.

He left an hour later, I washed up not wanting any reminisce of him on me and laid on my bed that had fresh sheets on it. It’s a wonder no one knows I am what I am. They think I’m a player. Ha. Not likely. I’m scum, people don’t think I’m good looking hell I’ve never had anyone look at my face while they used me. Not even the girls. My mother was right about me, she knew I wasn’t normal. I’m not close to it. The only way I can deal with this shit is to act insane; which by this point I’m beginning to believe I truly am insane. I stood up and punched the wall making pain shoot up my arm to my shoulder blade and back.

“FUCK!” I yelled out, not in pain but in release of my anger. Nothings right in my life; I’m a whore, I’m  insane, the love of my life thinks I’m the most annoying person on the planet and doesn’t take me seriously. I can’t feel sorry for myself though, what's the point? I’ll just make myself feel worse. I’ll cope with the pain the same way I always do. I grabbed my sleeping pills from my second drawer in my nightstand and dry swallowed them, too many as normal people would say. Just enough for me.

I felt the effects slowly creeping up as I laid in bed hoping to go to sleep faster.

~Dream~

“Yeah you like that bitch don’t you?” I heard my father say in the living room, I walked down wondering who he was talking to clinging onto my teddy bear as I wiped the sleep from my eyes. I was in my home again, the tiny two bedroom house in the middle of a junky part of town. The wallpaper down the hall was ripped in places and the carpet was worn and old. The place smelled of cigarettes and strong perfume as it always did.

I walked down the hall slowly hearing now a woman saying something I couldn’t make out. Curiosity filled me so I peered in. My father was sitting on the couch with some woman on him with no clothes; her hair was fake blonde and her makeup smeared. I could see a bruise forming on her cheek as tears rolled down. My father was taking a sip of his beer as she rode him. I closed my eyes at the sight. Even though I was only seven I knew what was going on. I’ve seen it before many times.

“What the fuck are you doing down here?!” I uncovered one eye to see the girl laying on the floor motionless, passed out from the sound I heard of her getting struck. My dad stood up and pulled up his jeans as he smashed the beer bottle on the floor making me jump.

“I-I’m sorry daddy.” I covered my eyes again as the tears fell, I heard him walk towards me and I couldn’t move.

“It’s alright son, but you have to do something for me.” He growled an inch away from me. I slowly slid down my hands and looked up at the monster in from of me. He smirked swaying back and forth then grabbed my wrist and began to pull my hand to the opening of his pants.

~Present~

I shot up in my bed and looked around frantically. It was dark out from what I could see through the curtains. How long have I been out? I laid back down and wiped the single tear from my face. I’ve had this same dream for years and still it makes me cry. Why? It was a long time ago; it only happened for a few years until he overdosed on cocaine and died. I was sent to an orphanage to wait until someone wanted me. No one did. I was released on my eighteenth birthday, by then I had already met Rodney, Dean and James. No one knew where I came from, no one knew my past. They just assume I’m some bad ass kid who walked out on their parents because he was bored like James. But of course, that’s far from the truth.

I don’t ponder on the past though; I don’t care if I had a horrible father and no mother. You can’t change your past and we can’t pick which family we go into. So why does the past matter? The only thing that keeps the memories from fading is that damn dream. I don't care!

I got up and slipped on a tan long sleeved shirt I ‘borrowed’ from James and some brown pajama pants and walked into the living room.

James and Rodney were playing some video game on separate couches; I’m guessing James won because he had a smug look on his face and Rodney brushed his hand through his red-brown hair. I ran over and jumped on James before he could get up; he fell into the back of the couch with a grunt. I wrapped my arms around his neck straddling his waist while resting my head on his hard chest giggling.

“Elliot. What are you doing?” he asked sounding a little crushed. I didn’t move just kept giggling. I love teasing him, playing with him -of course not in that way *cough*- whatever you want to call it. He lets me do anything even though I’m a child in his eyes. I’m not a child. Just happy to see him. He always makes my pain go away…

“I’m hungry.” I said into his chest, he smelled so good all the time; it wasn’t something you couldn’t place. I smiled making sure no one saw how sincere it was.

“You’re always hungry.” I turned my head to Rodney and stuck my tongue out before turning back to James to look into his green eyes. Those eyes hold so many secrets, they seem like they’ve seen many things…I wish I could get him to tell me what he’s hiding but I can’t. He won’t take me seriously.

“James.” I whined pouting, I’m sure he noticed that I was an inch away from him. My nose almost touching his but of course he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t seem to mind anything really.

“Well if you put the pizza in the fridge instead of leaving it on the table…”

“I don't like day old pizza.” I cut him off. His breath smelled of cigarettes and coffee, luckily I like both those things so I didn’t move as he spoke. “Make me something James!” I bounced on him. He made a weird noise as breath escaped him when it shouldn’t have; I guess I’m a little heavier than I thought…

“Elliot I c-“

“Sh.” I put my finger on his lips…his soft warm lips…”Make me something.” I whispered closing my eyes trying to forget about how much I wanted him. Damn you James for being so hot…he took in a slow breath before letting it out as a sigh.

“Fine. What do you want?” It’s amazing how tightly I have him wrapped around my finger. I shrugged and looked him in the eyes again. “You have to tell me what you want or you aren’t getting anything.” I pouted again, my bottom lip just about touching his. I’m surprised Rodney hasn’t said anything, though I guess he’s used to me being unpredictable by now. “Fine. I’m making the first thing I see. I don’t care if you like it or not.” I grinned and kissed his cheek dramatically; he rolled his eyes. I rolled off him onto the couch as he got up and went to the kitchen.

“Thank you James.” I said as I grabbed a pillow and hugged it lying down. I heard him mumbled something along the lines of ‘babysit’ but I shrugged it off. I looked over at Rodney who was playing the game by himself, hmm…I snatched up the controller James had before and gave Rodney an evil grin. He understood and put it on multi player. Killing zombies? Really? Well then. Challenge accepted.



“Elliot your foods done.” James tapped my shoulder. I was getting on to level twenty five by myself while Rodney watched in horror. Yeah. That’s right. I beat your ass! And these zombies asses! “Elliot!”

I barely heard him; my mind was too focused on “BOOM HEADSHOT FUCK YEAH!” I yelled out.

“Elliot…” he said softly in my ear, his slightly raspy voice blocking out everything. His voice alone brought shivers through me and his warm breath, oh god.

“HA! You lose!” Rodney made me jump out of the trance and blink at the screen. Shit! Stupid zombies! Stupid James! I stood up and looked away from both of them as I made my way to the kitchen. What's this? I looked down at the plate full of spaghetti.

“You made me spaghetti?!” I asked James excitedly, he nodded and smiled holding back laughter. Awe he knows my favorite meal! That or he has a horseshoe stuck up his butt. Either way I think I love him even more if that’s possible. Food equals love in my mind. I raised my hands in the air and ran over to him wrapping them around his waist. His hands were free unlike earlier so he hugged me back; if you can call patting my back slightly a hug…

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