"Darren, I'm out! Don't wait up." I heard Chris yell from downstairs.

I stopped strumming my guitar for a moment. "I am aware of your sexuality, sweetheart!" I joked. I heard him open the door.

"Hilarious!" He yelled back sarcastically. "Bye!"

"No Chris, you're gay!" I pointed out.

"Goodbye Darren!" He simply said. I heard Aaron say something about me being rude and then they left.

Aaron was a good guy, he really was. He was nice, he wanted the best for Chris and he was really good looking. Chris loved him and he loved Chris, but I knew he wasn't the one for Chris. It wasn't any of my business, really. But I cared about Chris and I didn't want him to waste any of his time.

Maybe I'm just overreacting. Maybe, if I get to know him better, Aaron turns out to be the right guy for Chris. Chris certainly seemes happy with him.

Back to songwriting. I had locked myself up in my room for over two hours, but the sheet of paper in front of me was completely blanc.

After another half an hour I decided to go to bed early. After a quick shower I climbed in bed, under the fresh sheets. I inhaled the smell of the soap that still hung around the sheets. I loved the way it smelled.

When I first moved in with Chris we each used our own kind of soap, but mine didn't smell half as good as his. So, after a while, we started doing each other's landry and the whole system just disappeared.

I drifted of to sleep with my nose buried in my pillow.

A few hours later I was awoken by a loud moan. Oh god, here we go again. I was completely cool with Chris having sex in the bedroom next to mine, but did they have to be so god damn loud? It was like they wanted to rub their coupleness in my face.

Chris was happy. He had a great guy to go out with and to do all that couply stuff with. Good for him. And I know it's selfish, but I wanted that too. I wanted a girl who just randomly came over to see how I was doing and to cuddle with me.

But the perfect girl was not gonna magically appear on my doorstep. So I knew that, if I stayed locked up in the apartment, the closest to a lover I was gonna get were Chris and my guitar. (Call me weird for cuddling my guitar, but that's the way I got close to my music. And I'm petty sure my success is because of that.)

I put on the earpads that were in the drawer of my nightstand (Yes I was prepared) and tried to go to sleep again.

Something about the mental image of Chris and Aaron getting it on made it hard for me to sleep. I was not grossed out by the gay part in this situation. I mean, if I had to listen to any of my straight friends doing this I would have the same problem. I just tried to think of sweet, innocent things and drifted off to sleep again.

The next morning I was having coffee already when the happy couple came downstairs. They were both dressed only in sweatpants.

"Good morning, Darren. Did you sleep well?" Chris asked in his always so sweet voice as he poured in two cups of coffee.

I thought about commenting on their, rather loud, activities of that night, but that would have been a little awkward. "Yeah, I slept fine." I lied. "You guys?"

Aaron just hummed in response and looked over at the clock on the microwave. "Oh, I should get dressed. I have to be at work in like an hours." He kissed Chris passionately on his lips and they had probably forgotten about me, because I had to let out an awkward cough when they got too heated. They both eyed me annoyed and Aaron ran upstairs to get dressed.

Twenty minuets later Aaron kissed Chris goodbye to go to some photoshoot. Okay, I know I've said Aaron was good looking before, but 'good looking' might be a little understatement. Even though he was a little shorter that Chris, Aaron was a model. His dark brown hair was curly and always perfectly styled, he had an incredibly toned chest and his face was just...wow.

That was the first time I analyzed him like that and I came to a conclusion. He kind of looked like me. He looked like me, but better. He dressed like me but his clothes matched better, his eyebrows were present like mine, but better shaped. He is like a Darren 2.0.