Chapter One
Ste's point of view
Everyone seems to be moving on with their lives, new beginnings, and new chapters; but for me, things are still the same. It's been over two months since I was fired from ChezChez and I still haven't found a job. I tried going into business with Doug but things didn't work out, when do they ever for me? I've applied for jobs, lots of them infact, but I never even get an interview; must be something wrong with me. I never thought that Brendan would fire me; we went through so much together I thought he'd always want me around but even where he is concerned, I'm wrong. I still get butterflies in my stomach when I occasionally bump into him. He looks right through me as if I'm not even there, which I hate to admit hurts me still so much. He smacked me around and yet I still love him, although I would never tell him, I mean; he doesn't need to know, does he? Why does he treat me like I don't exist? He is moving on I suppose, just like everyone else. I was stupid to think that we ever stood a chance, he told me he loved me; and I really believed him but then he hit me again and again, he used me, used me like he always did. Terry used to say there was something wrong with me; now I believed that more than ever.
Brendan's point of view
Everything seems to be going great Life is good. Chez and I are getting on better than ever, the club is going well. I've even got Scottish Foxy wrapped around my little finger, trying to mould him into a mini me; I have my uses for the lad. Life is back to normal….at least, nearly back to normal. Something is missing, or should I say someone? That boy I adore the one with the dirty blonde hair, beautiful eyes that almost look into my soul, and that body of his…Stephen, mmmmm, Stephen, I almost forgot. How could I go to him? Ask him to come back to work? I see him struggling to get a job, I want to help; but I can't, after all, I did this to him. I see that desperate look in his eyes but I ignore it, I see how hurt he is. I still watch him sometimes, when we occasionally bump into eachother or if I see him in the club with Amy and Michaela. I can almost feel him close to me when I watch him, but its only memories of what we used to be, whatever that was. I miss his touch, the way he would chat away about nothing, I miss him; but I could never tell him, he's moved on with his life just like I have, its better this way…isn't it?
Ste's point of view
Friday night and I'm at home, bored, nowhere to go and no one to spend it with. Amy was having a girly night in with Michaela; usually I would have joined in but tonight I was feeling so alone, god I hate that feeling, even when I'm in a room full of people, I still feel alone. After a while I decided to go for a drink, so I headed down to the dog. Doug and his mates were there, so I ended up sitting with them. A few beers and shots later I started to feel a bit tipsy. "Let's all go to ChezChez" Doug slurred; I could feel my heart in my throat "Yeah sounds great" I found myself saying. We finished our drinks and headed over to ChezChez. It didn't matter how I felt about Brendan on the inside because he will never know, I've ignored my feelings a thousand times, so why should this be any different? We entered the club, everyone seems to be having a good time, but for me I was still unsure, maybe even scared to be around him whilst I was feeling so low, then I heard his voice, I couldn't see him, but I could feel him, smell him, fear him. Before he even spoke a word, I knew he was stood behind me. I turned around to face him; my heart was beating out of my chest, then he spoke with that voice, that gorgeous voice "Hello, Stephen."
Brendan's point of view
Another whisky Rhys? that must have been my fifth drink already; I think I'd better calm down! There's usually quite a bit of trouble Friday nights and I don't want to be wasted. The club was heaving; Rhys and Ash were working behind the bar whilst Joel was DJ-ing, things were running smooth so far. Chez had a night off, some date with a guy she met at college, he'd better not mess her around. I felt agitated, my mind kept wondering to thoughts of Stephen, lovely Stephen. Remembering times we spent together, good times, times when he looked at me with love and adoration, the best times. I knew he would never look at me that way again. I went back to the office and downed my whisky. Pull yourself together! I thought. I opened the office door to see him standing at the bar. I made my way over, calm and cool but inside, my whole being was aching for him. Standing right behind him, I could almost taste him, he was so close and god he smelt so good, I'd forgotten how good he smelt. He turned around "Hello, Stephen." I said.
Hello everyone, ruthyroo here; this is my first ever fanfiction so let me know if you want more!