By closing time at 5am I'd just finished sweeping and had let all the other staff go home for the day. Chase hadn't come out of the office since he'd lunged into the door. I wasn't sure if he was still mad or sulking, both things he done regularly. I walked towards the office slowly, keeping my senses alert. I didn't want him to jump out at me, so I was listening intently for any movement at all...I couldn't hear anything. Literally nothing. It was dead silent as I got to the door.

I knocked twice, then pushed the door open slightly. "Chase?" I said in a small voice. I really didn't want him to be mad anymore, well not mad at me anyway.

"Yeah..." Came his deep, throaty voice from behind the desk, but his chair was infront of the desk.

"Where are ya, sweet pea?" I fully stepped into the room, looking around. His head then popped up from under the desk. His hair had gone fully flat now and he wasn't wearing his tie. "What're ya doing down there?"

"Sleeping," he yawned and rubbed at his eyes. He could be so sexy at times, award winning sexy but then there were other times, like now he was just so darn cute. His hair tousled and messy, his eyes sleepy and his mouth open to an O shape.

"Why don't we get you home, huh?" I soothed, closing the door and retrieving his coat from the peg. I turned to take it to him and he was resting his head on the desk, "C'mon, let's go."

He stood slowly and lazily, but without any effort on his part I still saw every muscle in his body ripple as he stood. Chase's parents died in a house fire when he was 7, he's always blamed himself for it, then until the age of 14 he was in and out of foster homes until my neighbours adopted a scrawny, reclusive little boy hat liked to rip the legs off of spiders and catch frogs and feed them to his foster parents' cats until they were sick. That little boy, was Chase. We got on like house on fire, no pun intended.

I put how coat around his shoulders and we made our way to the back door, turning off the lights as we went.

It was only a 15 minute drive from the bar to his apartment at this time, minimum traffic and all green lights. As I punched in the 4 digit code to his secure car park he finally spoke.

"Storm?" He almost whispered, looking at me intently, "stay the night?"

It was more of an order than a question but I nodded a yes anyway. He was bullied at our high school, and he didn't go to college in the fear of being bullied again. Yet I always remained his friend...and he always stayed my most important priority. He was...different, damaged if you will and I've always been with him. I'll never leave him, even though I know he'll never love me the way I love him.

We rode up in the elevator in silence, we walked down the hall to his apartment in silence. Just the thrum of the city noise was the only sound, there was no noise coming from any of the surrounding apartments either. The building that Chase lived in overlooked The city, it was a beautiful site but the building inhabitants prided themselves on being discreet, in other words you didn't notice what you weren't supposed to.

I fished around in my back pack to find Chase's key, I had a spare key to every home he had as I was welcome to use them any time. I unlocked the door and we went inside, in silence.

It had just gone half 5 and Chase was yawning uncontrollably, "Chase, you need to get to bed. C'mon," I walked through to his bathroom and switched in the lights, that came on instantly and didn't take any time to become blindingly bright. I put the plug in the sink and filled it with hot water, "Chase, come have a wash." I shouted.

"No, I'm too tired." Was my reply. He was choosing now to be difficult, I was tired too, not just him.

He was sitting on a stall at the kitchen island with his head resting on his arms.

"If you're tired, go to bed." I ordered, but in a soft tone. Don't want a pissed off Chase again. I put my hand on his back and he leant towards me, settling into my chest.

"I'm tired..." He mumbled.

I let him rest there for a few minutes, just stroking his back, soothing him. Well I thought it was only a few minutes but when I looked over at the electric dial on the fridge it was 6:02. "Chase, let's go to bed. Please?" I was so tired and he was being a little turd.

He lifted his head from my chest and looked into my eyes, I suddenly felt very self conscious and aware of myself. His eyes weren't dark at all now. I could see a slight presence of stubble on his face, and his hair was just a total mess. There was nothing tidy nor organised about him now. Which I wasn't sure made him seem cuter and more innocent or made him 100 times sexier.