Hey everyone! So, while I was writing 'Turn For The Worse' this idea popped into my head, and I adored it.

Honestly.

What the fuck. I never thought I could do this. But guess what? I fucking did.

IMPORTANT (PLEASE READ):

So, basically, this story is going to have song lyrics that I DO NOT OWN.

OKAY? Yes. Ciel is going to be singing and playing guitar, and Alois will be playing some guitar. I feel like this fanfic is actually better than my last one.

OH OH OH OH OH OHHHHH!~

HOLD ON. I FORGOT TO MENTION THIS!

So, I was typing this. It turned out to be 5,000 words long MUTHAFUCKAS. okay. That means that I'm going to continue 'Turn For The Worse', and writing this. Since the chapters are longer, I won't update as fast.

OH AND BY THE WAY. I JUST USED THE FIRST CAFE I GOOGLED. OKAY. AND I DONT REALLY KNOW IF THERE IS A COLLEGE THERE BUT YEAH.

I'M SORRY IF YOU ACTUALLY LIVE IN ALBANY AREA. I JUST REALLY WANTED THEM TO BE IN NEW YORK BECAUSE IT'S CROWDED. IM SORRY. KILL ME IF YOU MUST.

I hope you actually like this.

Review if you willlllll~

Don't really careeeee. c:

Ok. bye.

Ambivalence

Chapter 1 – The Day We Met

Ciel Phantomhive is a standard 20 year old college scholar in New York. Employed the Café Capriccio, he's a dishwasher and a bust boy. He was astonished to even get the job in the first place. Knowing the café is a very popular to everyone in the Albany area, especially the college students, he felt triumphant. The café was nearby his college, where he was studying Literature and Music, anyways. It was a win-win on Ciel's part. Ciel wanted to develop to be a famous novelist or vocalist one day, even if it meant working stupid jobs at nighttime, or getting waged minimum-wage. This wasn't the case with this café.

Walking to the back of his work position, he gradually cleaned the dishes and placed them on the drying rack. "Phantomhive!" His boss shouted, with a hint of a chuckle. "Coming, sir." Ciel smeared his hands on a dry towel before exiting.

"You needed something, Mr. Undertaker, sir?" Ciel wasn't on great terms with his boss, but, even though they've been aquatinted through his parents, the same demand never failed to fall over and over again from his lips. "What did I say about that eye-patch, Phantomhive?" He giggled and banged his hands on his work counter. "You know it's against the rubrics. What are you hiding, hmmmmmm? ~" He grinned broadly as Ciel took off his eye-patch for the fifth time he's worked there. Ciel stood there, wordlessly. He knew he wasn't able to violate or he'd lose his job.

Ciel wasn't an over-dramatic kind of guy. He wasn't too pleased, nor too miserable. Better to say, he kept on a normal expression around mostly everyone, excluding his best friend, Alois Trancy, his co-workers, and the last family members he has. Ciel use to be a happy-go-lucky kid. Until ten years ago, when someone assassinated his family, taking everything away from unfortunate Ciel, he moved in with his aunt. Madame Red was confused with everything as well, asking stuff like 'Who would want to murder Rachel and Vincent?' He didn't know who did it or why, better yet, he stopped probing for his parents' murders when he was 15. Knowing he wouldn't find anything, he just gave up.

When he got into university, is when he joined in with the partying that Alois had been doing regularly. Ciel wasn't the type to do these things unaccompanied, anyways. I guess he's a regular college kid, everyone would say. He smoked, drank, but he would never get too drunk or too high to have sex.

And he had a good reason why he never did it too.

"Phantomhive, look at me while I speak to youuuuuuu~" His boss grinned, eye-patch in one hand. Ciel looked up with his good eye as he smiled, Undertaker let out a huge laugh. "Please remind me, Phantomhive. How DID you lose that eye of yours again?" He started to giggle, gripping onto Ciel's black eye-patch, he had taken from Ciel. He opened his impaired right eye, and stared at the Undertaker. While his left eye was a deep navy, his right eye was dead lilac.

"I was raped when I was 11, sir. Before my aunt found me in the back alley of my elementary school, they removed my eye and left me there for dead." Ciel had no emotion in his voice, what's-so-ever. It was a simple story to tell. Despite the fact Ciel was emotionless from the outside; it offended him on the inside.

"Right, right. I'll allow you to keep on your eye-patch while you work here," he giggled. "Make sure not to…hehe…appeal too much attention. HAHAHA." The Undertaker started his laughing fits as Ciel clutched his eye-patch and exited the room with a bow and a farewell. That was the fifth time I have clarified it to the damn Undertaker. He attached his eye-patch and exhaled.

Walking back to his work station, he saw one of his employees running towards him. "Cielllllllllllllllll~!" She squawked. "Elizabeth." Ciel didn't care much for communication at work. He never really tried to exchange with anyone, anyways. Even if most of them were his friends. She frowned. "You always sound so insensible. Brighten up Ciel!" She giggled, poking his side in a playful manor. "Just because you're my cousin, does not mean that we can talk too properly here, Elizabeth." She whined and gripped his arm. "Lizzy. I'm your cousin, call me Lizzy!" "Okay, Lizzy. Please, get back to work."

Ciel started walking back to his station of work. He heard an 'hmph' and footsteps scampering away. At least I could probably finish early, tonight. Ciel glanced at the clock and sighed. It was only 9:36 p.m. and his shift ended at 12:30 a.m. He skimmed around the kitchen, pleased with the dishes.

Ciel walked back out to the front of the café. Looking around, he was satisfied with how the décor looked. He scanned the café, staring at the arrangement of the stunning furniture. The leather, murky booths were shiny and clean. The tables were both long and short; most of them had a white fabric draped on it. Ciel stared at the silverware that was polished flawlessly, and the coffee cups that are next to them. He stared at the elegant wood, and checked the light bulbs. Not many people were in the café at this hour, just mostly college kids with the munchies. He saw Lizzy on the cash register, Mey handing out food, and then heard the door open. The ringing of bells being pushed aside wasn't what caught Ciels' attention. It was best friend, hanging out with two of the hugest douches in college. Ciel gripped a bleach-smelling dishcloth and watched as Alois sat down, and look around. He's looking for me. Yep and…there it is.

He watched Alois swing his arms back and forth, smiling at him. "CIEL! HEY! WHEN IS YOUR SHIFT OVER?" Alois shouted half-way across the café. Ciel held up two fingers on his left hand and one finger on his right, Alois grinned. He hurdled out of his chair. "Hold on, guys." Alois told the two biggest douche-bags in the biosphere. He danced over to Ciel and put his elbows on the island. "So, you get off work in three hours?" Alois purred at Ciel, tracing his finger down the younger boys arm. "Yes. Why? And why are you with the two biggest douche-bags in college?" Ciel growled, wiping down the counter.

"I think the one in the glasses is smokin' hot. He's my type, isn't he? You're so adorable when you're jealous, Ciel. Oh ~ I forgot, how is your eye!? Did you take your medicine?" Ciel groaned and stared at his friend. "I'm definitely not jealous, and you brought some because you knew I didn't take it, didn't you?" "Of course, darling! Why else would I have a bottle of pain killers in my pocket? ~ Oh, wait, don't answer that." He giggled and offered Ciel the orange bottle. "Right, I'll take some soon, mother." Ciel smiled at him. Alois giggled, "Take two before 10:30! You'll get sick if you don't take your medicine, baby." Alois sulked and trotted back to his table.

Sebastian watched Alois hop out of his chair and beam. "Hold on, guys." He skipped to the blue-haired kid and started to talk. "Hey, Claude? Who is that?" He pointed to where the hyper golden kid was. "Um, that's Alois. You met him two hours ago, Sebastian." The raven-haired man smacked his own his forehead, dragging down his hand. "I'm talking about that blue-haired, one-eyed kid." "Oh, him? That's Ciel Phantomhive. He's at the top of our class. You know he's in our Literature class, correct? I believe he's been studying Literature and Music since he was accepted." Claude pushed up his glasses, and glimpsed at Sebastian. "Don't even think about it. We don't even know if he's gay or not."

Sebastian was staring at the striking young blue-haired kid that was talking to his blonde friend. "Do you know anything about him? Why does he wear that eye-patch?" Sebastian asked his companion, not taking his eyes off Ciel. "I'm not sure. What I know about him is simple material. He's 20, his birthday is December 13th, he's great at guitar and piano, and also, Alois and Ciel have been best friends since 10 years old." Claude looked at Sebastian, nudging his arm. "Alois says he's a great singer, too. Apparently, the one who qualified Alois to play guitar was him." Claude nodded his head to the two boys, gossiping.

He watched as Alois pulled out an orange bottle, handing it to Ciel. All he heard Alois say was, "Take two before 10:30! You'll get sick if you don't take your medicine, baby." He pouted, pointing to the orange bottle in the younger man's hand. "Thanks for the information, Mother Trancy. I have to get back to work. See you later." Sebastian snickered at Ciel as he started to pick up a saturated rag. Ciel waved his flamboyant friend off and walked to the other side of the café. The blonde sat in his seat, instable to get comfortable. "These seats are fucking bizarre."

"Alois?" Sebastians' voice was deep as he watched the waitress walk over to them. "Yesssssssss~?" He asked, rotating his head to the onyx eyed man. "Who was the kid?" Sebastian was gazing down Ciel as he was wiping off tables with the grey, murky rag. "My best friend, Ciel. Oh yeahhhh, Claude! He's the one I share the dorm with! Oh, and why do you ask?" Alois placed his elbows on the table, relaxing his chin on his hands, glancing at Sebastian. "Hmmmmm~? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm~?" He nudged Sebastian on the arm, annoyingly, multiple times, smiling. "Because he's—"The waitress walked up, right as Sebastian was about to clarify, holding onto her note pad.

"Hello, I'm Mey. What would you like to drink?" She shot a sweetened smile at all of the boys. "Hey klutz! Nice to see you again. Are we in the same class again?" Alois said, flicking the side of her huge rimmed glasses. "Fuck off, faggot. I'm working here, can't you see that? So, what do you want, guys?" She asked, holding her ticket pad, pen ready. "Aggressive, Mey." He giggled. Sebastian pulled his hands out of his pockets and pointed to Ciel. "Can I get him?" He said, making sure the bluenette didn't hear. Mey turned her head to Ciel and tittered. "I'm sorry, sir. Ciel Phantomhive isn't on the menu, but, I could get you sweet tea. That's Ciels' preferred drink." She smiled and put her pen on the ticket pad. "Second favorite drink, missy!" Alois pointed his finger at her. "His favorite drink is—"The maroon-haired girl cut him off. "I know. A large hot chocolate with triple the whipped cream. Who would I be if I didn't know my favorite workers favorite drink?" She smiled. "Right. I'll have a cup of hot tea." Claude put his menu down, pushing up his glasses, flashing her his innocent smile. "I want a coke!" Alois jumped up. "I guess a large sweet tea will do."

After ten minutes of waiting and talking about the new courses, Mey came out with a large tray with three cups on it. Stumbling over her own two feet, she almost face planted on the ligneous floors. Ciel grabbed the tray softly, harmonizing it on his hand, and caught Mey with his forearm. She stood up and smiled. "S-Sorry, Ciel. I didn't mean—"He sighed out. "You have caused more distress if you would have tumbled and spilled everything." He handed her the tray and patted her head. "Be more cautious, next time." Ciel walked away and started to wipe the next table as if nothing happened. "Sir, yes, sir." She giggled and watched him smirk.

"Whoa, did you see that, Claude?! My man is so perfectttttt~!" Alois hummed happily, swinging his feet underneath the table. "He's your best friend, Alois. Not your man." Claude muttered, sighing. The purple haired girl walked back over to them, setting their beverages in front of them. "Alois, he just saved my life!" She exhaled as if she was almost killed. "He does it on a daily basis because you're such a fucking klutz!" Alois said, giggling. "Hey!—"She was cut off by Alois altering the subject. "So, who do you have for Literature? I know we all have Literature." Alois said, sighing. "Mr. Spears." The girl said, dragging up a chair. "Same here!" He gave her a high-five, smiling. "Me three." Claude groaned out. "I'm right there with you, guys." Sebastian mumbled, taking a drink of his tea. Alois reached for his cup, only to have it taken by a pair of diminutive hands.

"Heyyyyyyyyy~!" He yelled, as he looked up, he comprehended who had taken his drink. Ciel raised a brow at his best friend. "No. You know you're not supposed to have soda, Alois. You get overexcited and then pass out in my bed." Ciel held onto his drink firmly, staring at him.

"Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeee~ Just this once! I'll fall asleep in my own bed this time! I promiseeeeee!" Alois whined, reaching for the glass dreadfully. The azure haired boy handed the blonde his drink, sighing. "If I come back to the dorm after work and you're asleep on my bed, I won't hesitate to kick your ass on the ground." He smiled sweetly, handing Alois his straw. "OH, CIEL! Who do you have for Literature?" Alois jumped up and down in his seat. Ciel tapped his chin and thought about it. "I believe I have Mr. Spears." Sebastian grinned at him, and then looked down into his drink. How come I didn't get a straw? "I'm sorry; did you need one as well?" Ciel said, smiling at Sebastian. The guy looked up at the smiling boy. "Huh? Oh, um, yeahhh..." Sebastian smiled back at Ciel. The tiny boy stood there for a moment. Without any eagerness in his voice, he replied, "I'll be right back then. Mey, get him some sugar and a spoon," he pointed his finger at Claude. "I'm sure he doesn't like his tea unpleasant."

Ciel walked back to the island, getting the man a straw. The blonde snickered, shoving Sebastian, hard. "You're droolinggggg!" He giggled. "Fuck you, faggot. I am not." He wiped the side of his mouth just in case, sighing. Why doesn't that kid pay any attention to me? Am I not good-looking? Oh shit, what if he's not gay? I'm in so much fucking much trouble. Ciel came back and tapped his head with the straw. "Here you go, sorry about that." Sebastian took the straw, staring at the male, as he pinched his employees arm. "Get them food, slacker." He grabbed a tea spoon and sugar for Claude. "Sorry for that." He smiled at Claude, handing him the sugar. "Oh, um, it's okay." He gulped and smiled back at Ciel. He went back to the island and grasped his rag. Walking to a table, he pulled off the cloth and started to clean it nicely.

Mey placed the chair back in its proper place before pulling out her ticket pad. "What would you like to order?" She smirked furiously as she rubbed her arm. "Ummmmmmmmm, I want—""No. You can't have sweets for dinner, Alois." Ciel said effortlessly, placing the silverware on the table. "But…but you eat them all the time Cielllllllllllll~" He argued immaturely. "It doesn't matter what I do, Alois. I'm already permitting you to drink your soda." He wiped the counter of crumbs and smiled innocently. "Hey, Ciel?" He turned his head to see one of the smiling douche-bags next to him. "Hello, do you…need something?" The older male pointed his index digit next to Ciel's eye-patch. Eyes widening, he snatched the raven-haired man's finger. "Don't touch it."

Without consideration that the petite boy had his finger, he spoke, "Tell me, Ciel. Why do you wear this? Is it even real? What are you hiding?" He smirked and grabbed the string of the gloomy eye-patch. The patch released, and Ciel opened his right eye to reveal the mauve color. Just then, Alois ran over and placed his hand over Ciels' eyes, pushing him away from the older male. "What the hell are you doing, Sebastian! Leave him alone, fuck!" Ciel gripped onto his best friend for support, as his friend held him possessively. "A-Alois…?" Thank god. It's just Alois, Ciel. Calm down, he's your best friend. The blonde looked up at Sebastian, who was still recovering from shock. He looked back at the boy in his arms, his voice fastened with apprehension and terror. "Ciel, I'm so sorry. Sebastian was just acting rash. Are you okay? Did you take that medicine?"

Ciel felt the heaviness give out on his face as he watched Alois run to get the orange pill bottle, sitting on the island. He grabbed the bottle, popping off the lid. "Ciel…I'm sorry, I—"Sebastian stretched a hand out towards Ciel, donating him help up. He smacked the hand away and stood up, gripping the counter. "I was raped when I was 11. They decided to take my eye and leave me for dead." He turned back towards Sebastian, reaching his hand out. Sebastian just stood there, staring at it. "Can I have my eye-patch back, please?" The male handed him his eye-patch and watched him lace it together. "Is that all you needed to ask? Or is there something else?" Sebastian shook his head.

"Ciel, baby. Here, take these." Alois handed him two white capsules and a glass of water. "What took you so long, anyways? Could work the soda machine?" He popped the pills in his mouth, guzzling the water down after. "Um…heh, no, of course…I knew how to." Alois rubbed the back of his neck. Ciel smirked, placing his glass down on the counter. He grabbed the blonde boys' bangs. "Thank you, Alois. For worrying, but I'm fine. I promise." He pecked his best friends forehead. Releasing his bangs, he walked towards the kitchen. "Mey, order their food. I'll tell Bard there was an accident out here." He grabbed his rag, tossing it in the dirty, bleach-smelling water.

Sebastian was still in a state of tremor. His hands soon turn into fists as he over-thought everything. Oh god, what happened? He dislikes me now. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, no. Don't worry, Sebastian. You'll be fine. He just fucking told you a disturbing part of his past because you were being a dick. Good going! "What…the fuck were you thinking, Sebastian? Are you fucking happy? Did you like his story? Why did you even ask—No, why did you even talk to him? Is it because he wasn't paying attention to you like all of the other boys and girls of Albany College? News flash, dick. Ciel is different. I'm so fucking glad you got your way, though. Way to go. Didn't know what I'd do if you weren't happy!" Alois slapped the taller man's shoulder before walking back to the table. The blonde sat down, angered. "Sorry, klutz! I'll have the chicken fajita with fries!" He put the menu down and looked at Claude. "Oh, I'll have the steak and potatoes. No salad if you can, please." He stared over at his other friend. "Coming, moron?"

The dark haired man sat down, breathing out. "Sorry for my behavior." His voice was unstable as he ordered. "I'll just have the soup, no salad." Mey took their menus and walked towards the kitchen. Sebastian caught a glimpse of blue hair as the door opened.

"I didn't know that happened to Phantomhive. He always seemed so…content while I saw you two together." He sighed out at Claude's observation. "Find the key word in your statement and understand, Claude. I've known Ciel for ten years, almost eleven. I know everything about him. Why do you think I wanted to come here? I needed to check up on him. He's a wreck. And you," Alois spat, pointing a finger to the man to his left. "Don't you ever go near him again. Did you see the horror in his eyes? Me, his boss, Mey, Bard, Finny, and his cousin," he pointed to the girl on the cash-register, smiling, "And now you and Claude have seen it. He's so distant because of morons like you. He was terrorized in middle school because of it. I hope you're happy. Ciel probably hates you now, by the way."

"What the hell do you mean that he was intimidated in middle school?" the male's eye brow shot up in interest. "In 6th grade, everyone was laughing at him for his eye-patch. It was the week after break when he couldn't take it. He decided to try and kill himself, you know. When I found out he was in the hospital for suicide attempt, I freaked out. He told me that he didn't want to live with everyone making fun of him because he wasn't durable enough. Why do you think he doesn't show reaction around people? Do you ever see him at school? He's an emotional wreck." Alois ran his hand through his hair. "He was in so much agony, Sebastian. His wrist. They have one huge scar on both of them; because he thought he wasn't good enough to be friends with anyone else."

Ciel sighed out, helping Bard cook for the idiot and his two douche-bag friends outside. "So, he really fucking did that to you?" Ciel nodded, flipping the steak. "Do you want to go on a smoke break after we finish this? After we finish, we're smoking. Got it?" Bard smiled tenderly. Concerned for his friend, he put a hand on Ciel's shoulder. "Everything will be alright, kid." Ciel sighed out and nodded his head again. "Thanks." His voice was hardly a whisper, but he still smiled.

Sebastian stared as Ciel walked out of the kitchen. He walked over to Mey, placing his lips by her ear. "Me and Bard are going to take a smoking break in 15 minutes, okay? Finny will probably be cooking then, hand him the orders if you could." He pulled away from her now inflamed face. "Yes, sir!" She said, smiling at him. He nodded and started to walk back to the kitchen, feeling Sebastian's eyes on him every step of the way.

"Cielllllll~! Cieeeeeeeellllllllll~!" He heard a specific female blonde scream. "Lizzy, do you need something?" He turned around, smiling at her. "I don't understand this. I was counting all the money in the register and my number didn't come out right. Help meeeeeeeee! Undertaker is going to be pissed!" She wailed. Ciel sighed out; he put his hand on the crown of her golden hair. "Let's go, then."

They walked back to the register and she pointed to the paper next to the machine. He picked it up, speed-reading over the numbers. "Lizzy, your problem is understandable." He pointed at the last set of numbers. "We have tax to pay too, you know. Divide by 7% at the end. You should get 981.86$." He said, staring at her doing the work. A huge smile coated her face before she turned around, attacking her cousin. "Thank you, Ciel! Thank you sooooooo much!" She squealed, hugging him. He tapped her head, and sighed out. "How much did we make at the end of the week, anyways?" He elevated a brow, staring at her.

"More since you started working here! A good 7,352.42$ this week. Not a surprise because this is a very luxurious place during the day. But, I'm not sure why Undertaker added less-elegant foods, though." She tapped her chin then smiled. Ciel raised his eyebrow again, confused. "You know? Like the tacos, hamburgers, burritos?" She blew out a breath. He smiled, bending down to meet her height. "We are fifteen minutes away from Albany College, you know." He flicked her nose and walked back to the kitchen.

As he was about to walk in, Sebastian seized his arm. "Ciel, can I talk to you?" The younger male sighed, turning his head around towards him. "Get off of me before I break your arm. There is nothing to talk about, Sebastian." His name rolled off of Ciels' tongue easily, sending quivers down his spine. "I want nothing to do with you, ever. Oh, and Alois, if you ever touch him or hurt him, I will slice off your dick and force feed it to you. Do you fucking understand?" Before Sebastian could answer, Ciel ripped his arm away from him and smiled. "Good!" He walked back into the kitchen, smile vanishing. "Fucking douche-bag jock."

He walked back to the table, as he sat down; he crashed his head on the fine wood. "Sebastian, don't do that! You'll dirty the cloth with your blood." He glared at Alois before sitting back up. "What did my baby say? He looked pisseddddddd!" He laughed, looking at Sebastian. "He said he wanted nothing to do with me. Then he said that if I touched you or hurt you, he'd slice my dick off and make me eat it." Exhaling out, he looked at Alois. "What?" Alois was staring at the man, gawking. "He said that? About me? To you?" His hands were gripping the table, voice unsteady. "Yeah, why?" Sebastian could see their food coming. "Ciel never protects anybody unless he's really close to them!" He squealed, feet stomping on the floor.

The maroon-haired klutz placed their food down in front of them, smiling. "Enjoy, guys!" She walked off, tray under her arm. While Alois and Claude were enjoying their meal, Sebastian placed the spoon in his soup, twirling it. When he heard Ciels' voice, his head shot up, staring. He watched as the bluenette was walking with a more built blonde. "That's the cook, Bard. He's so nice and hot. He and Ciel are like, best friends, here." Alois sighed out, gaping at Bard. "Right, right. Whatever. Where are they going?" "Them? They're probably on break. Oh…and," Alois put his fajita down. He yelled across the room to the other blonde, "Hey! Did you really cook this? It's not scorched this time!" The stronger male turned his head. When he spotted Alois, he walked over to him, dragging Ciel along.

"Did you fucking say something, brat?" Bard's voice was deep and violent. "Yeah, everyone knows your cooking is always burnt. Who made this?" Bard mocked. "I did, duh." Alois sighed out, smiling. "Right, right. You can make a flawless steak? Or actually done chicken? No." He teased, pinching Bard's arm. "Okay! Okay! Shit! Ciel helped me! He helped me a lot, actually!" He said, rubbing his reddened arm. "He basically made everything on this exclusive ass table." Alois smiled and squeaked. "Oh! Chef Ciel! Your cooking is always the best, dear!" He took a huge bite out of the food. "Right."

"If you'll excuse us, we'll be going out for a smoke now." Ciel looked up, staring at the clock that read 11:56. "Hey, Alois? Did you bring your car? I need a drive back to campus and my car is still in the shop." The blonde groaned out, pouting. "No, sorry. Claude brought us. But he can take you back to campus, ri—"Ciel cut him off. "No thanks, heh. Maybe Bard will give me a ride. That's okay, right?"

The dirty blonde gave him a huge grin, cigarette still in his mouth. "Of course I will, kid!" He smacked Ciel's lower back, pushing him towards the door. "Let's go smoke now. I really need a smoke." Ciel nodded then turned his head to his best friend. "I probably won't see you until I get back to the dorm, so, have a safe trip. Idiot." Ciel patted his best friends' head before he walked away. "Whatever, faggot." Alois murmured, placing his hand where Ciel's was.

"So, it was the one without the glasses?" Bard said, lighting his cigarette, handing the lighter to Ciel. "Yup. Fucking jock. I don't even know him." Bard raised a brow, not trusting. "Okay, that's a lie! I know of him. We're not friends or anything. We've never even talked." Ciel took a huge drag, sighing it out. "He looks like a douche. But, he was also eyeing you up and down. Maybe he thinks you're cu—"Ciel sheltered his ears. "Ah! Shut the fuck up, Bard! Shut that fucking mouth!" Ciel shrieked, pointing a finger.

Bard smirked. "Speak of the devil—"Ciel groaned out. "And he shall appear." They stomped on their now finished cigarettes. "Let's go. We'll eat something and then I'll take you home. Sound good?" They walked in just as Alois was about to walk out. Sebastian stared at Bard. When the older blonde noticed, he placed his arm on the small boys shoulder. "Promise?" Ciel asked, looking up at his superior. "Of course, Ciel." They walked in; Sebastian stared with wide-eyes. "Sebastian, let's go, you stupid fuck-up." Alois pushed the taller male away from the café.

It was 12:47 a.m. when the boy got back to his dorm. Checking his phone, he had noticed a notification from his Facebook. Hm? It's probably Alois. Ciel jammed the key in, unlocking the door. Once he walked in, he lurched off his shoes and flung his jacket on the ground. He tapped the Facebook icon on his screen, and a friend request popped up.

'Sebastian Michealis added you as a friend.'

'Confirm? Decline?'

He stared at the two options and pressed confirm.

Ciel threw his phone on the chair next to his bed, ripping off his work clothes. Thank the fucking gods. He placed a long, new shirt on his petite body and collapsed on the bed. "Owwwwww!" Ciel ripped off the covers, glaring at Alois' face. "Alois? What. Did. I. Say?" He placed his heel on the blondes' abdomen and kicked him hard. He fell to the floor with a huge thump in the process. The blonde rubbed his butt and cursed under his breath. The smaller boy of the two turned on his lamp and looked at his friend. Alois offered him a sheet of paper. "Hey, here's your schedule for this semester. You have mostly music classes on Monday and Wednesday. So be happy, music freak."

Ciel stared at the grey paper, staring at his classes.

Monday:

Period 1 : Literature – Mr. Spears.

Period 3 : Guitar – Mr. Alberline.

-Lunch Hour -

Period 6 : Piano – Mr. Alberline.

Period 7 : Literature – Mr. Spears.

Ciel turned his schedule to the back sighing at his Wednesday classes.

Period 2 : Vocal – Mr. Alberline.

Period 4 : Literature – Mr. Spears.

Period 5 : Vocal and Guitar – Mr. Alberline.

-Lunch Hour-

Period 6 : Piano – Mr. Alberline.

Period 7 : Literature –Mr. Spears.

Ciel looked at the bottom of the schedule to see his Thursday classes.

Period 1 : Literature – Mr. Spears.

Period 4 : Literature – Mr. Spears.

-Lunch Hour-

Period 5: Vocal and Guitar – Mr. Alberline.

Period 7: Literature – Mr. Spears.

Ciel sighed out, running his fingers through his sapphire hair. "When do you have Literature on Monday?" He looked up at his fair-haired friend. "I have it 1st and 7th. I have my physic classes 3rd and 6th on Monday." "What about Wednesday, faggot?" "Hm…I have Literature on 4th and 7th. 2nd, 5th, and 6th for my physics classes, though. On Thursday, I have Literature 1st, 4th, and 7th. It's fucking disturbing how we always have Literature together." Ciel sneered, and then smiled. "Glad I have it with someone I actually can tolerate." Alois gawked and moped. "So, we're not best friends? You can only fucking tolerate me? How rude, bitch." He whinnied. "Go to bed, prick. Go to your fucking bed!" Ciel chucked a pillow at Alois. He shrieked and hid under his covers.

After he had turned off the lamp beside his bed, Ciel heard his phone ring as he was about to lie down for the night. You're fucking kidding me, aren't you? Before looking at it, he unlocked it. The screen was white for a while, and then changed into a messenger box for Facebook.

'New message from: Sebastian Michealis.'

Sebastian: Ciel, let me clarify. I really need to talk to you. Message me back.

Sebastian is typing…

Sebastian: I can tell you read my message, Ciel. Message me back.

Ciel: Hey.

Sebastian is typing…

Sebastian: Thank god. You replied.

Ciel: Hey, Sebastian?

Sebastian is typing…

Sebastian: Yes?

Ciel: Fuck you, leave me alone you fuck.

Sebastian gazed at his Facebook screen on his laptop. Wow, he actually accepted, and I'm talking to him. He stared at his messages with the blue-haired beauty. Maybe Claude was right. We just needed to talk this out. Oh, he's typing.

Ciel is typing…

Ciel: Fuck you, leave me alone you fuck.

Ciel Phantomhive is offline. You can send him a message if you like!

Sebastian shut his laptop and groaned. Maybe Claude was wrong.

That's the first chapter of Ambivalence! I hope you enjoyed! I do not own the cafe or anything else I have mentioned. I don't own Black Butler either. Okay. So, yeah.

I hope this one was better.

Bye. ~

Till next time.