Thanks for all of the reviews :D.
If you couldn't tell, last chapter was un-beta'ed and so is this chapter. I and my beta have been a bit busy with college. Anyways, any mistake are my own, so tell me and I'll fix them :)
Enjoy!
Review Response :
Nichole : Basically, Wyatt's and Piper's attitude stem from the title of the previous story : A Beautiful Lie. They thought that once Chris was found and Leo was taken care of, he would stop being a singer and being a part of Pariah since that is what he did to get away from Leo and he would come back and be like he was before he ran away. Obviously this isn't going to happen, hence, they're ticked off and being selfish. So, I hoped that was cleared up. I love Paige too. I always pictured her and Chris being close. And it is sad that we live in 2011 and we're farther in prejudice than Ancient Greeks and stuff. Back than, it was okay to be bisexual. It was actually common for men to have younger male lovers. But yet, today its looked down upon as something as dirty and disgusting. My viewpoint : Love is love no matter the genders, color or races. Thanks for the review!
Chapter Two : Dissensio (Disagreement)
Tyler shot up, his hazel eyes wide, "We're being what?"
"Sued by Virgin," Chris sighed as he rubbed his tired eyes, "They said the paperwork would be at our apartment in Illinois."
"What…Why?"
"Slander apparently," Chris groaned, "Just what we need, a fucking lawsuit."
"Yay, another problem." Tyler sarcastically cheered.
Chris smirked, "At least this one isn't trying to kill me."
Tyler chuckled and brought Chris close, "No, but it could render us moneyless or in jail. We wouldn't do well in jail,"
Chris smiled and leaned back, "We wouldn't be that bad." He frowned, "We're being sued by Virgin and going back to create a CD for them."
"Doesn't make much sense," mused Tyler, "What are we going to do?"
"We're going to prove that we weren't slandering them. What they did was true. They edited our video to hide sexual parts but yet they display more sexual things daily on the television. They discriminated against us as well."
"And how are we going to do this?" Tyler inquired.
"Simple. In court." Answered Chris with a shrug.
"And what are we going to do if we fail?"
"Why would we fail?"
Tyler pursed his lips, "If we go against a jury, who's to say that they're not all homophobes and view what Virgin did as right?"
Chris sighed and hid his face in Tyler's neck, "Then…we're fucked."
Zach groaned when he heard the news, "Really? This is what you unleashed?"
Chris frowned, "It's not like I wanted them to sue us."
"No one wants to be sued," Zach replied, "Bloody hell."
"It's not like you're being sued," Chris reasoned, "Tyler and I are the ones signed to Virgin, you're signed to us."
"Yeah, but still. I'm in this band and the band is getting sued; therefore, I'm being sued."
"How much are they suing us for?" inquired Tyler.
Chris shrugged, "We'll find out when we get home."
"Are you guys going to L.A or Lake Forest?" Zach asked
"We'll be in Lake Forest for a few days then head over to L.A," answered Chris, "We need to go pick up Judas and grab a few things so we can record."
"You flying?"
"No, driving or we would have no car in California." Tyler replied, "But talking about flying, we should probably get into the airport before we miss our plane."
Chris nodded and grabbed his hat. He sighed and opened the door, "Let's deal with the masses," he said before heading out, his head bowed as a myriad of flashes went off. Luckily, Chris's family was allowed to go through the back so they would stay out of the press and Violet was already on her way to Egypt to finish her practical for her anthropology degree, but Chris knew that he and the band had to make some kind of appearance so the press didn't freak out.
Chris smiled when he saw a small group of fans, their t-shirts bright and handmade. The Pariah phoenix was drawn expertly in bright yellow on teal t-shirts, the girls waving posters wildly. Chuckling, Chris approached them. "Hello ladies."
The oldest girl smiled, "Hi Damon. Can you sign this?" she asked, throwing their newest CD – Aperio – in front of him. Chris smiled and quickly sprawled his fake signature onto the plastic cover. "Anything else?"
Four more CD's and a few posters were thrown towards him. Chris smiled and quickly started to sign them. He tensed slightly when he felt a hand on his lower back. "What do we have here?"
Chris relaxed when he heard Tyler's voice, "Just some fans attempting to catch us before we leave."
"Ah, thought some ladies were trying to take my boyfriend," joked Tyler, "Now, anything you want signed?"
The girls smiled and handed Tyler the same things as Chris signed. Chris leaned forward as he took a picture with a fan. "Now, we have to go and take our plane back to the States."
The girls groaned. Tyler chuckled and threw an arm around Chris's shoulders, "We'll be back soon," Tyler promised, winking at the girls.
The girls let out a cheer before they started to leave letting the band go as well. Chris chuckled and headed into the airport, Tyler's arm around his waist.
By time Pariah had landed in the Chicago, the news of the lawsuit had spread. "You're being sued?" Samantha asked, her eyes wide.
Chris nodded as his family and Zach made their way through O'Hare International Airport, Chris making sure that they got to the gate so they could go back to California.
"What? Why did you tell us?" Phoebe said.
"It's not your problem. I'm being sued not you." Answered Chris, his eyes and face shaded by sunglasses and a Fedora hat.
"Still, that's outrageous. What are you being sued for?" Paige asked.
"Slander." Chris replied, "There's your gate."
"Wait, how much are you being sued for?"
"I don't know yet. Ty and I will find out when we get home. They sent the papers in the mail," replied Chris, "Now, get on your plane before it leaves without you. I'll in L.A within a week."
"Chris," Melinda said, "What are you going to do? If you lose, I mean."
Chris sighed, "Go to Brazil and become a shoe salesmen," he joked, "I'll see you all in a week. Stay out of trouble." He said before walking away.
Paige snorted, "Us? stay out of trouble? We're not the ones on tabloid websites."
Frowning, Chris opened the mailbox and took out a thick manila envelope. He looked at Tyler, the red-head scowling heavily. The two headed up the stairs and entered their apartment. Chris and Tyler dropped their suitcases in their living room, a majority of their clothes and other things being shipped back to L.A. Chris sat on the couch and opened the envelope. A thick packet of paper slid out and landed in his lap.
He flipped it over and gasped. "Ten million dollars?"
"What?" shouted Tyler, "Ten million? Are you fucking kidding me?"
Chris handed Tyler the papers before pacing, "Ten million dollars? We haven't even made that much money!"
Tyler sighed and chucked the paper on to the coffee table, "Fuck. We should just settle."
"No," Chris quickly answered, "The amount of money doesn't change the plan."
"Damn it Chris, if we lose, we lose everything," hissed Tyler.
"We won't lose," barked back Chris, "Damn it, have some faith."
Tyler snorted, "You preaching about faith? That's irony if I ever heard it."
Chris glared at his boyfriend, "Fuck you." He snapped before stomping to the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him.
Three days later, the two were on their way back to L.A. Their words were sparse and their glances cold. A few days later, the two arrived to their L.A apartment, and Chris immediately went to their bedroom and slammed the door shut. Tyler sighed and sat on the couch. A knock on the door made the half-demon get up and opened the door. "Hey Zach,"
"You look like shit mate."
"I'm fine thank you for asking," Tyler sarcastically said as he rolled his eyes.
"So where's Chris?"
"Bedroom. Sulking."
"What happened?"
"We got in a fight a few days ago in Lake Forest," answered Tyler, the red-head sinking into the couch, "I said some things and I wasn't right but…"
"But what?" Zach said.
"Virgin is suing us for ten million dollars," Tyler announced solemnly, "I want to settle, Chris wants to fight this."
"And you're sticking to your opinion," Zach stated.
"Yes."
Zach sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, Chris's family is probably on their way over. They knew you two were landing today, so, I hope he's better by time they come."
Tyler hummed in agreement before sinking lower into his seat, a slightly perturbed expression on his face. Twenty minutes later, the Halliwell family had finally entered the apartment and Chris was out from his hiding space. The multi-colored hair man hung around his Aunt Paige and Uncle Henry for most of the night, while Tyler stayed away from his boyfriend.
Zach sighed and ran a hand over his peach fuzz. It was obvious to everyone that something was up between the couple and it was starting to tick the British man off. They were fighting for something idiotic in his eyes. They were stressed over the lawsuit and the money that was at stake, it was understandable, but this fight was days old. "You two need to make up," he said to Tyler.
The bassist glared at Zach, "This doesn't really concern you."
"Yes it does." Zach remarked, "You two are acting like children"
Tyler rolled his eyes before heading into the kitchen. He looked up in shock when he saw Chris. Pulling his head out of the refrigerator, Chris blinked before frowning. "Chris," Tyler said, gently grabbing Chris's wrist.
Chris raised an eyebrow at his boyfriend. Tyler sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Look, we both said some stupid things and…"
"And what?" Chris said, leaning against the threshold between the living room and kitchen.
Tyler glared, "You don't have to be an asshole."
"You were being the fucking asshole a few days ago," snapped Chris.
Tyler sneered, "Sorry that I don't see the damn point in losing ten million dollars! Sorry that I have sense and you seem to be lacking it!"
"Fuck you," growled Chris, "For months you been on my ass telling me that we should fucking stand up for ourselves, and once we do, you back down."
"My idea of standing up for ourselves didn't involve us losing ten million dollars!"
"You're just a fucking coward and you don't want to admit it." Scoffed Chris.
Tyler shook his head, "You're nothing but a fucking jackass Halliwell. Go screw yourself." He spat before stomping out of the apartment. Chris gritted his teeth before stomping out to the small balcony adjacent to the living room. Everyone stood silent.
"What just happened?" Phoebe asked.
Zach huffed, "A few days ago, Chris and Tyler got into it. Tyler doesn't want to go through with fighting the lawsuit because they could lose up to ten million dollars. Chris; however, wants to fight this tooth and nail."
Paige frowned, "They're just stressed out and saying stupid stuff."
Zach snorted, "Could've told you that."
Henry looked at his sulking nephew, the man leaning against the railing, staring into the sky. "I'm going to go talk to him."
"Chris?"
The man looked over his shoulder, "Something wrong?"
Henry shook his head, "I should be asking you that."
Chris snorted and looked back over the balcony, "I'm fine."
"And you're lying." Henry answered as he stood next to her nephew, "What's a matter?"
"It's just a stupid fight Uncle Henry,"
"But…"
"I don't know. Maybe Aunt Phoebe was wrong."
Henry frowned, "About what?"
"About Ty and I being soul mates. Our relationship failed the first time for a good reason."
"You and Tyler were in a relationship before?"
Chris nodded, "During our first tour. We broke up two weeks later."
Henry hummed, "Well, from what I can see, Phoebe wasn't wrong. Every relationship has its bumps."
Chris chuckled, "Most relationships don't involve a band, touring, and a lawsuit."
"True," Henry agreed, "But most relationships don't stem off of a twenty year friendship either." Henry smiled and patted his nephew's shoulder, "Don't stress out about it too much."
"About what? The fight or the lawsuit."
Henry smirked, "Both." He stated before heading back inside.
Chris sighed and looked at the stars. "Where's my answer now?"
A few hours later, Paige, Henry and Phoebe were the only ones awake within the living room. Chris was still on the balcony and Tyler was God knows where. Zach had departed a few hours ago to head to bed.
The door eased open. They heard a sigh before Tyler walked through the living room and headed out to the balcony. They watched as Tyler apprehensively approached Chris before draping the singer's black coat over his shoulders. Tyler said something which made Chris roll his eyes but he clutched the coat closer to his body.
Gently, Tyler laid a hand on Chris's arm, the green eyed man looking at his boyfriend with confusion. Tyler looked as if he was explaining something, the man appearing to be stumbling over some words.
"I wonder what he's saying," Paige whispered.
Phoebe waved her hands at her younger sister, shushing her.
Tyler sighed and rested his forehead on Chris's and said something. Chris's eyes widened before he wrapped his arms tightly around the half-demon and said something in Tyler's ear. Tyler smiled as he leaned back before he kissed Chris, his hands cupping the witch's face. Chris's arm stayed on Tyler's waist as he stood on his tippy-toes to kiss Tyler. The couple broke apart and Tyler whispered something to Chris, to which the singer quickly responded to.
Phoebe smiled, "They made up."
Paige looked at her sister, "Really? I couldn't tell."
Glaring at Paige, Phoebe slapped her, "Smartass."