Chapter Two

Vyv's POV – The Party

Author's note: K, everyone, here's the second chapter – the situation from Vyv's point of view (POV). I wasn't completely happy with this chapter myself, to be honest, but after re-reading and editing it a million times, I thought, "Oh, bugger it. It's good enough." It includes a little analysis of Rick and Vyv's relationship. I don't know if it's accurate, but it's my opinion. Anyway, I promise that next chapter we'll get onto all the really juicy stuff! ;)

Vyv stood on the staircase, dazed and confused over the scene that had just taken place before him.

What the hell was that?

He knew Rick was on the emotional side, but he honestly didn't expect that sort of reaction. Just like Rick, the big bloody drama queen that he is. It was only a joke. Everyone was just having a bit of a laugh over Rick's Cosmo. What's wrong with that?

Even Vyv had to admit he was sometimes unnecessarily mean to Rick. It was very often that he went out of his way to harass Rick. But he couldn't help it. It was just every time he saw that spotty face and those stupid little pigtails, he was filled an insatiable urge to make the little git's life hell. Despite Rick probably being the biggest knob-end to ever walk the earth, a person who truly no-one liked, it would help him get through the day without Vyv's constant beatings if he didn't get so upset and anxious over everything all the time. Just the thrill of seeing Rick fall to pieces made him a fun target. Vyv's approach to life was just so carefree (some thought a little TOO carefree) that he really couldn't understand Rick's behaviour. To put it simply, Vyv didn't care about anything, in contrast to Rick who cared about EVERYTHING. Having lived a very catastrophic life, Vyv decided a long time ago that there was no use in worrying or getting upset. He found that this attitude made things so much easier to deal with. Rick and Vyv were emotional opposites; Rick was the poet, who believed in love and peace and all those girly things (though he hardly did anything to induce love and peace within the share house) and Vyv was the punk, who believed in mindless violence. That is why they clashed.

Around Vyv, the party unfolded once more. He nonchalantly dropped the magazine on the stairs and stumbled down to the room below. After a few rounds of drinks with his punk friends, a strange and alien feeling of guilt began to play on his mind. Poor Rick. After all, he did ruin little git's 21st. Maybe he should find Rick and apologize.

Oh, bugger it. I did nothing wrong. It's his fault for being a total girl and not being able to take a joke.

Vyv bore in mind that Rick would most likely not accept his apology anyway.

The real reason Rick is probably upset is because his pathetic passes on Yellow Pages didn't work.

Rick had approached the tall, busty blonde with a wide smile plastered on his face, which was intended to be charming but instead made him look clinically insane. She was engaged in a conversation among her group.

"Why hello, my little sugar plum," he drawled, trying to sound sexy, but failing miserably.

Mary turned to Rick, a bewildered look on her face. "Are you talking to me?"

"Of course, sweetness," continued Rick in the same creepy voice. He grinned. "I'm the birthday boy."

"Ah, yes. So YOU'RE Rick. The guy that keeps sending me love letters."

A flicker of a frown crossed Rick's face as he was offended she didn't know who he was, but he quickly resumed his flirting persona. "That's right."

"Ah." Mary nodded, then turned back to her group conversation.

Rick grabbed her arm, turning her back towards him as she gave an indignant groan.

"May I just say how smashing you look tonight?"

"I look smashing?"

With Mary facing towards him, Rick's attention immediately fell to her chest, revealed by the low cut of her dress. "Yes, you are a very beautiful lady," he said as though in a trance.

"Well, thanks." She then, once more, took this opportunity to turn back to her group. Rick clearly wasn't going to accept that.

He pulled her out of the group and dragged her away. "What are you doing?" she shrieked, while the other members of her group glared at Rick. All this commotion caught the attention of everyone in the room.

Rick planted himself in front of Mary, blocking her view and preventing her from moving. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You naughty girl. You forgot to bring a birthday present."

"I didn't know I had to. No one else brought one," she replied honestly.

"That's okay," whispered Rick, threading an arm around her waist and pulling her towards him. "You can give me my birthday present now."

He then leaned in towards her and closed his eyes, puckering his lips and sticking his tongue out. Mary screamed and tried to push him away from her. "Get away from me, you little perv!"

Shocked laughter mixed with horrified gasps could be heard around the room from the fellow party guests.

When Mary finally freed herself from Rick's grip, she threw a nearby drink into his face.

"If you come near me ever again or send me any more of your pathetic love letters, I'll call the pigs!" she warned him as she stormed off in a fury, leaving Rick with a somewhat bemused look and beer dripping sadly from his pigtails.

A look of terror struck Vyv as he had a sudden realization: This lager is actually making me THINK! He promptly smashed the glass against the wall before it played any more evil tricks on him.