Chapter One

Keith was just getting his coat to go meet George at the bar when a knock on his apartment door. He growled in his throat assuming it was something work related.

" Coming" he called as he grudgingly place is coat back on the couch. He was shocked to find Damian standing there pale and nervous. "Damo, hey, come on in won't cha?"

"Thanks Keith." Damian said stepping past the surprised Keith.

"What can I do ya for?" Keith said closing the door and trying not to seem impatient.

"Keith … I. . . I'm … I .. I'm" Damian stuttered. Keith sighed and walked over to Damian, placing his hands on Damian's shoulders.

"Damo relax. Just tell me. You know you are my best friend and no matter what you tell me I will never hate you. I could lie and say I'll never be mad at you to make you feel better if you want, but the truth is I very well might get mad, but the point is you are my best friend and I'd like to think I'm yours as well."

"You know you are." Damian said sighing.

"Okay then, our friendship won't mean much if we don't talk. So, talk." Damian sighed again and made the mistake of looking into Keith's killer blue eyes. HE couldn't help the tears that flowed down his face. Looking into the face of his best friend whom had done nothing but help him in the past knowing how badly he was about to crush him was just too much.

"Damo, hey, sshhhh it's alright. You do not have to tell me now we can wait until tomorrow or whenever we have so much time." This made Damian cry even harder because he knew they didn't have anytime together. He collapsed on Keith and completely broke down.

"Whoa" Keith said catching the upset lad and pulling him over to the couch. He carefully pulled out his phone to text George that he would be late for drinks. Damian finally calmed down enough to talk. He lifted his head from Keith's shoulder.

"Okay Keith I know what you are feeling right now and it's probably something like pity or-or something to that effect an-and I want you to hold on to that feeling because I know you are going to be pissed after I tell you this."

"Sure Damo" Keith had long since ceased to be amazed at how well Damian can read his feelings. He had always prided himself with the calm surfer facade but Damian had seen right through it. Damian knew that he just had to come out and say it. He breathed in through his mouth and out through his nose. The only problem is when he exhaled a huge line of snot shot out of his nose damn the mucus! Keith laughed.

"Nice snot rocket Damo" he said as he gently twisted himself on the couch to grab the roll of toilet paper he used as a substitute for tissues. Damian watched in awe and embarrassment as Keith automatically ripped off three squares, folded them, and wiped Damian's face. Damian saw his moment he knew he'd never get through this unless he got angry.

"Why'd you do that?" he asked as Keith tossed the dirty toilet paper into the nearby waste basket.

"What?"

"Clean my nose"

"It .. Was dirty. I'm sorry Damo did you want to keep your mucus friend?" Keith asked hurt that Damian was getting so upset about this, it's not like it was the first time Keith took care of him.

"Don't be ridiculous! I just think that I am perfectly capable of cleaning my own nose thank you very much."

"I know that Damo, I just- you just looked so sad and I wanted to help somehow the nose wiping was just the first thing that came to mind."

"You know Keith there is going to come a time when you will realize that I am not a little fourteen-year-old kid anymore!"

" Trust me I know how much you have grown up over the years. But Damo you'll always be younger than me and I'm always gonna take care of you when I can."

"Well you aren't going to be able to anymore" Damian said and jumped off of the couch and walking to the door.

"What-Why-What do you mean Damo?" Keith said truly worried for his friend now. Damian opened the door, pulled in two suitcases, and turned back to Keith

"I'm leaving Celtic Thunder."