A/N: Yes, I know…I'm starting way too many things and not really finishing anything I started. I feel really pathetic…I start a story and it takes a year to finish it (oh god…I hope I never get that bad) and I leave all you guys hanging with a cliffhanger. It's sad…look at how many one-shots I've finished and how many chapter stories I've done…but I really can't help it. I have to write when inspiration strikes, and if I'm inspired to do a new story, well…I have to hope I can finish it all before inspiration fades…but this one…the chapters really have nothing to do with each other…I just wrote it about a certain person I felt like about the time. But don't worry…I'll finish it…eventually.

Disclaimer: This was based off the Budweiser or whatever company it was…beer ads called "Real Men of Genius". These stories really have nothing to do with Budweiser or beer…but I just love the super long funny names like "Mr. Mail-order Bride Orderer". Yeah, I'm easily amused…and these stories will most likely be based on my idiotic humor and my weird view of certain star ocean dudes.

Mr. Angsty Movie Watcher, .a.k.a…Fayt Leingod

It was late at night. Fayt sat in the comfortable couch in front of the television with his box of tissues on the seat beside him. Fayt was watching "Pride and Prejudice". Yup, a chick flick.

Fayt sniffled and grabbed a tissue to dab at his eyes. "Oh my gosh, this movie is sooo sad," he whimpered. "Why can't the characters find happiness and true love? Why must they suffer?"

Albel padded into the room dressed in his pajama pants and college sweatshirt. He had a pillow in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. "Wow, didn't expect you up so late. Aren't you supposed to get some sleep for the game tomorrow?"

"In a little bit," Fayt whimpered, his eyes still misty. "Why do they have to make such sad movies?" he wailed.

Albel frowned at the screen. "Eww, a chick flick. Is that the only thing on?" He plopped onto the couch next to Fayt and changed the channel.

"No!" Fayt shouted. "I was watching that."

Albel looked puzzled. "I thought it was torturing you, the way you were acting."

Fayt scowled. "Maybe I like to be tortured." He snatched the channel changer from Albel and changed it back to Pride and Prejudice.

Albel rolled his eyes. "You're so weird, Fayt."

Fayt was once again engrossed in the movie, his eyes red from crying. "Oh no, the angst is killing me!" he cried mournfully.

Albel rolled his eyes and jiggled his foot. "Fayt, this is really boring. Can't we watch sports or something?"

Fayt did not reply but only tightened his grip on the channel changer in case Albel tried to take it again.

Albel sighed. "Fayt, why do you have to be so girly?"

Fayt gave him an irritated look. "You call me girly? You're the one that wears a skirt."

Albel scowled and cross his arms over his chest. "I do not."

Fayt looked embarrassed. "Oops, wrong plot."

"Hell yes it is. I wear the pants in this relationship."

Fayt frowned. "If you wear the pants…what does that mean? I don't wear a skirt either."

Albel brightened. "You can wear the underwear," he said hopefully.

Fayt shoved him. "Pervert," he growled. "Stop interrupting the true love with your stupid kinkiness."

Albel pouted and scowled. "You're the king of mother fucking angst. Angst boy, that's what you are."

"And you're a perverted psycho," Fayt grumbled.

"Bah." Albel squinted at the t.v. angrily. "This stuff is crap. It's so emotional. I can't see why you watch it. Do you want to be sad?"

"No," Fayt muttered. "I just can't help it. I can't stop watching."

"Oh, it's easy to stop. All you have to do is-" He reached for the remote.

"No!" Fayt howled. "Let me watch my movie!"

Albel scowled. "I thought you didn't like being sad. You're such a wimp."

Fayt sniffed. "You just can't appreciate good angst. It's all about unrequited love and heartbreaking tragedy."

Albel rolled his eyes. "Sure. We all love to see someone suffer. But they had to overdo it so much. It's unbelievable."

"It's believable," Fayt growled. "I mean, I'd be sad if there was some misunderstanding that separated me from you."

Albel's expression softened. "Of course, Fayt. That would be terrible."

Fayt sniffled and buried his head in Albel's chest. "Oh god, just thinking about you hating me…if you ever didn't love me…"

Albel held Fayt close and patted his back. "There, there. It's alright. It's just a movie."

Fayt whimpered and glanced back at the screen. "You're right, it's just a movie. But will you stay out here and watch with me to make sure it doesn't happen in real life?"

"Of course," Albel said soothingly.

Fifteen minutes later, Albel and Fayt were watching the movie together, clinging to each other and sobbing. "It's so….so sad," Albel whined. "They both love each other, but they can't see it."

"I know," Fayt said tearfully. "They have a chance to be happy together…but they won't take it. It's so sad."

Suddenly Fayt perked up. "Oh, this is the good part. They finally get to declare their love for each other." He sighed happily.

Albel brightened. "Oh good, the angst is over. Now onto the sex."

Fayt rolled his eyes. "Albel, this is just a movie. They wouldn't show things like that in a movie."

Albel's eyes narrowed. "I've put up with your sappy movies long enough, pretending to be sympathetic. I wasn't talking about the movie anymore. I'm talking about us!"

Fayt blanched and swallowed hard. "I'd rather have the angst," he whispered.