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And on the Radio, is a Sad Song, That I Don't Want to Hear, Anymore

The tune carried itself out of the stereo system and bounced off the wall and echoed through the house. The sun hung gently in the soft breeze and soft blue sky. The rhythmic sound of someone slowly swinging them-self on the hammock was just outside the double glass doors. His foot seemed to drag on the warm cement while he sipped on his Blue Hawaiian out of the long deep blue cup. The rustle of palm leaves and gentle waves hitting the edge of the pool, set about a calm that only seemed to remind him of all the screaming that had just been going on. He smirked and took another sip out of his cup as the radio played on. He still had no idea why he kept it on. It was like ritual for him. They'd get into a fight, He would leave, while he just lazed about the house contemplating about the things they'd said to one another.

He lazily sang along with the radio, that strange melodic tune. His free foot swayed with the beat and with each beat he picked another piece of their fight. It wasn't like it was earth shattering, but he hated, he didn't' know why he did it. Part of him felt like maybe he was one of those people who weren't happy unless they had something to be pissed about. But that would him to a lonely life, though he figured with that mentality he'd never be happy. He wanted desperately to be happy and He made him happy, so why did he push him away? He smirked again and took another sip of his drink, he remembered the day they met.

The day had been thick and oppressive, you could tell it was going to rain, just didn't know when. He'd been walking, or maybe it was trudging, down the sidewalk. His long black coat that reached the back of his knees flared about him. He'd been carrying an umbrella in one hand and a carrying case with a camera in the other. That's when the sky had decided to let out a sudden downpour. He'd franticly reached for his umbrella and had tried to open it had got snagged on someone briefcase zipper and ripped. By the time he'd made it to the subway station, it had showed his umbrella had done little to shield him from the water. He'd been shaking the water out of his hair when the subway car had slowed to a halt and in those few second before the doors opened he'd seen him. He'd been standing right in front of the doors, obviously standing for lack of seating, and he'd had this look of shock on his face. Much like how he'd felt when he had seen him.

That had been five years ago. How they'd managed to stay together this long and still say "I love you" to each other, and mean it, was be yond him. But there wasn't a moment that didn't go by that wasn't filled with thoughts of the man he loved, good or bad. He was about to get up and call him, when he noticed the scent of cigarette smoke filling the air. he smiled to himself, but didn't turn around. And when an arm curled around the front of his chest just above where his cup sat, he smiled even wider.

"What have we here?" his smiled turned into a self satisfied smirk.

"I know, I know, I came 'round first this time. So sue me," he pulled the blue cup out of his hand and took a drink before setting it aside.

The two of them settled themselves next to each other. The hammock continued to rhythmically swing, both of them gently pushing it.

"You know something Anthony….."

"What Shawn?"

"I hate it when we fight, but……I hate it most, when you're gone," he reached down and grabbed Anthony's hand.

"Me too Shawn, me to….."

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A/N: having the inability to actually write full chapters at the moment, this is pretty much all I got. In about week I should be free from education hell. Then in two weeks , I'm back to school. Oh, title for this chapter came from the song Julia, by Lowmilions.