A/N: I haven't written Barriel in a while and idk...

"Justin! Come on, please! Open the door!" It was pouring down raining with Wade on his knees on Justin's door step. The weather fit Wade's life perfectly. If you looked at Wade in the rain, you would think that it was the rain on his face instead of his tears. He banged on the door about three more times hoping that it would open for him and that Justin would be waiting there with open arms. He knew that wasn't the case, but he could at least hope. "It was not your fault, but mine, and it was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time," Wade muttered the lyrics to the song under his breath. He slammed his fist into the wall, not caring about the damage that was done. It was after midnight, but Wade refused to leave. "I... I need you..." Wade put his head in his hands and started to sob. "Justin!"

Justin heard everything that was going on outside of his home. He clinched his eyes shut when he heard how desperate Wade's last scream was and when he heard the thunder. He didn't want to go out there and lead anyone on. He knew that if this happened that someone would be hurt in the end. In his mind, he was right. He was protecting himself, his heart. He was protecting everyone around him... he was protecting Wade from his intentions. He knew that Wade would get hurt if they started messing around. He didn't feel that way about Wade is what he kept telling himself. He had a girlfriend, he loved her. He sat there and stared at the blank television screen for over an hour. He didn't hear anymore noise, but he could see Wade's car on the curb outside of his house. He grew worried for the man. He ran a hand through his hair and slowly walked to the front door.

Wade was unconscious on his front porch. He dragged Wade into the house and closed the door behind himself. Justin started to undress Wade, leaving him in nothing but boxers and an under shirt. He hung his wet clothes on the banister before walking over to Wade and lifting him up onto the couch. He looked at the beaten man and wiped at his eyes. Lying down on the couch, Justin wrapped his arm around Wade abdomen area. This isn't for me, this is for Wade, he told himself while blinking away the tears that came down his fragile face.