Chapter One: Explaining To Do
Dean heard the knocking, he just thought it was his head. "It's open," he slurred. He had had a rough night. He went out for the first time in ages and old demons got the best of him. Before he knew it he had ditched his friend, Bo, to hang with the coke heads in the back of the club. He didn't even know how he had gotten into his own bed this morning, but he was grateful for it. He wasn't surprised to see that Bo wasn't lying next to him after what had taken place. "I sannit's opeh!" He said trying to gain control of his words. "Dean. Can you come to the door?" Corey yelled. "Comin'" Dean stumbled out of bed and into the wall in the darkened hallway. Finally reaching the door, he twisted it open. "Hey Corey, wannar ya doin' here?" "Dean, are you drunk?" Corey asked surprised. "No. Whynus everone keep assin' me dat." "Dean you were supposed to be at work today. Where were you?" "I've been sleep all day." Dean said finally getting a sentence out. "I fucked up last night." Dean admitted. "Did you snort last night?" Corey asked looking Dean in the eyes. "Of course I did. I completely lost Bo last night, I don't even know how I got home." Dean exclaimed. "Dean, maybe you should see someone about this." Corey said in all seriousness. "No. No! I just want to know where Bo is. I got clean before on my own and I can get clean again on my own." Dean told Corey. "Why don't you call him?" Corey asked. "I can't. He hasn't paid his phone bill this month. I don't know where he lives, either. He doesn't tell me anything." Dean reflected. "God, I'm so stupid!" Dean pulled at his hair with both hands. "Every time I get something good going for myself, I always, always manage to fuck it up." Dean motioned for Corey to come in. As soon as they were inside, Dean took Corey into his arms. "I can't do anything right Core. Does that make me a bad person?" Dean was crying at this point and Corey began to feel a lump rising in his own throat. "Of course not," Corey said stroking at the nape of Dean's hair. "You're not a bad person Dean, you just make," Corey paused making sure to pick his words carefully. "questionable decisions," he finished. This made Dean chuckle. "You want a beer?" Dean looked Corey in his big green eyes. "Nah. We should go somewhere." Corey said in an attempt to deter his friend from one of his many vices. "Let's go to lunch." Corey suggested. "Yeah, just let me get ready." Dean said. "Yeah, I wasn't going to say anything, but you could really use a shower." Corey laughed with a small bit of truth behind his statement. Dean was in the shower when Corey heard knocking on the door. He got up from the couch in his friend's townhouse and twisted the knob. As he opened the door, the man behind it got increasingly beautiful. He was Corey's height, with a little more meat on his bones in all the right places. He had very long chocolate brown hair and his eyes were slightly squinted. He had one earring in and semi-tan skin. "Hi," Corey pushed out. "Is Dean here by any chance," the man let out the question a bit confused. He had a subtle Southern accent. Corey pondered the question and the man leaned in for an answer. "Oh, yeah, he's in the shower," Corey claimed grabbing hold of the idea the man had of him and Dean. "I'm Corey, I'm Dean's coworker and friend." Corey wanted to know who this lovely specimen was. "Bo." He smiled lacklusterly and held out his hand. Corey shook it and immediately noticed how soft Bo's hands were. "Oh, Bo, okay. Dean's been wondering where you were." Corey told the man. "I told him I would be here at this time today when I brought him home last night." Bo said. "Hey," a voice said coming from behind Corey. Bo stepped forward into the home and came up to Dean. Dean was wearing nothing but his towel and Bo could feel the heat of the shower radiating off of him. "We need to talk."