And Alois kept running. He didn't even stop to look back not once until he got to safe ground. Safe ground = home.
He didn't live far from Claude. Hell, he was three fucking blocks away.
The 18 year old lived by himself in a small flat, one bedroom, a kitchen, bathroom and living room with a veranda. He didn't have a job either. Every month his rich parents in England would send him 2,000 dollars. 800 for the flat and the rest was for him.
Alois kicked the door open and then kicked it shut once he had entered. He threw the bat onto the floor and trudged over to the couch, falling face first. All was quiet.
That's when small hiccups and sobs erupted from the small blonde. Tears leaked from the radiant baby blue eyes he called his own.
"W-Why do-don't you l-love me Cl-Claude?" He sobbed, feeling completely miserable.
He and Claude met when Alois had just came up from England. The blonde bumped into him at the supermarket and they ended up shopping together, Claude even insisted on paying for Alois since the blonde didn't really speak English that people could understand and he didn't really know the currency.
Alois sat up and kicked off his boots and buried his face in his hand and let out one deep, guttural sob, snot leaking from his nose.
"Claude." He whimpered.
It was a stupid thing for him to do, but Alois had given his virginity to the fuck tart not three months later. But he felt like he had a connection with Claude, He was falling in love. But that's when the disrespect and cheating came along.
"Fuck! I 'ate you Claude! You fookin bast'ard!"Alois kicked his legs out and hit the glass table infront of him.
Alois Scarlet Macken Trancy was not a punk and he wouldn't dare give up on that idiot, that idiot that he loved. Back In England, they called him The Slayer. You wanted a fight with him, you'd get one and you'd get beat up, Girl or Boy. You wanted good powder? He was your man. Wanted a fun night? He was your guy, Oral only. He had a name, and that name was enough to make people quiver in fear, Smirk in amusement, Blush off of memories or fucking smile.
Luckily it didn't break. Alois hiccuped and leaned back into the plush beige couch. He hated being alone. Especially in the...DARK! With a start, he jumped up and turned on all of the lights in the flat. Only when that was finished, he was satisfied. Walking to the kitchen, he ripped the fridge open. Disappointment he was met with. The fridge had eggs, butter and milk. He was sure if he had flour and sugar he could make a cake.
But the thing was, he didn't want cake. Pulling his Iphone5 out of his pocket, Alois dialed Claude. It rang atleast once before Claude picked up.
"Hello?" Came a pained voice. Alois bit his lip.
"Claude? It's me. I called to say I'm sorry." Alois said as he held the phone between his chin and shoulder, opening a box of lactated milk. He winced at the smell.
"Apology accepted. What did you want because you didn't call for anything." Claude sounded like he was in pain.
"That's correct. I need to borrow your car to go shopping. My fridge is naked. Unless you wanna come feed me~" Alois purred as he threw out a carton of eggs. Of course they hadn't had sex in a month because of Claude's actions but Alois wouldn't mind letting him back in.
"Fine, Come get it." Claude grunted.
"Thanks Clauddykins. Ttyl, bye." Alois hung up immediately, not wanting to hear the "Take Care Of My Car" Speech again.
With a sigh, Alois closed the fridge and strolled out of the kitchen down the hall to the bathroom. He peeled off his clothes and hopped in the shower. Hot showers in the morning after beating your boyfriend up and trashing his place were the best. Alois sighed and giggled, running his hands over his body. His hands trailed from his toned but feminine abdomen to his perfect perk hips then to his heart shaped ass. Squeezing his cheeks, Alois placed a slap on his left cheek. He could feel it blushing.
Grabbing the purple loofah, Alois soaped it up and got to work.
After the shower, he put on a purple tank top with lovepink! sweatpants and some purple uggs. Alois was a huge fan of women clothing, but he switched it up once in a while with mens. Walking over to his vanity, he pulled open the second drawer and grabbed a blush brush and some pink blush and applied it lightly then he put on baby lips pink lip balm/lipstick and then put white liner on his waterline to give him the flushed appearance.
"Hmm.." Alois held up creme eyeshadow and purple eyeshadow. "Which one?" He sniffled.
It took him ten minutes but in the end, he ended up going with the creme. What? He was only going grocery shopping.
Grabbing some money, Alois was out.
30 Minutes Later..
Alois drove into the costco parking lot in a black jaguar xf, aka Claude's car. He parked closest to the store and got out. Grabbing a shopping cart, he strolled into costco.
People gave him odd looks. But he couldn't care less. Lgbt people were people too and he would be damned if any prick made him feel less of himself because he liked the same gender.
"First off, we need to get the basics." Alois said to himself.
Milk, Eggs, Sugar, Flour, Oil and Cheese.
"Eh. Am I missing something?" Alois paused. "Oh that's right."
Cereal, Crackers, Canned goods, Tea, Bread, Juice, fruits and yogurt.
"Maybe I can treat myself." Alois giggled, pushing the cart off in another direction.
Junkfood, Junkfood, Junkfood and more Junkfood.
By the time he was done, he was sure Claude's car wouldn't hold it all.
Alois bubbled onto the shortest line he could find. When it was his turn he began to stack things onto the counter to be ringed up. Midway, Alois paused.
The cashier.
She looked familiar.
Like he'd seen her somewhere.
And that's when it slapped him so hard tears came to his eyes again. She was the girl he saw with Claude on facebook that morning.
Sniffling, Alois wiped the tears away. She was pretty. Truly Topaz skin, Sapphire violet eyes, long lilac hair and she was pretty busty meaning she had some junk in her trunk too. He could never compete with her. Especially those breast!
And Alois gave her the stink eye the entire time. She caught on and tried not to notice. She'd seen him before. She'd seen him on Claude's facebook page in a picture, chilling out in Claude's bed. He was probably Claude's little brother. Well, he was cute, that was for sure.
"That'll be 323.45." She said in a soft tone. Still giving her the stink eye, Alois pulled out an envelope and handed her 350.
"What's your name?" Alois inquired in a smooth voice.
"Me? My name is Hannah. I'd ask yours but I have the feeling you'd beat me up." Hannah jokingly chuckled as she gave him back the change.
'You have no idea' Alois thought darkly. "No, not at all, I was thinking. My name is Alois." Alois said in faux warmness.
"Alois. Nice name."
The conversation was over. Alois took his bags, his shit load of bags and bubbled all the way back to Claude's car. Popping the trunk, he dropped the bags in and what couldn't fit rode with him.
The whole ride back, he angrily stuffed avocado chips in his face as he thought about that girl. Hannah. Fuck. It was pretty name for a pretty girl. But still, he wanted to smash her fuckin face in. No one could have his Claude.
There was this other girl names Angela. She liked to come by his house and taunt him and talk to him any how when she saw him, all because Claude had sex with her right in the same house when he was sleeping. But trust and believe, when he was done with her, she dare not breathe the same air as him. Then there was Edward Midford. Alois walked right into his college, right into his class and socked him. Sure, a boxing match ensued after and Alois got a black eye, but Edward always walked away and walked away quick when he saw Claude.
Alois wanted to knee that bitch in the face. He wanted to rip her hair out. He wanted to kick her breast in. He wanted to make her face swell. Violence was the only thing on his mind and it honestly worried him so much he wanted to cry.
So Alois put on music. Do It Again By Pia Mia came on when he switched on the radio. He didn't like Pia Mia but he loved this song. He felt like it explained his and Claude's situation. It was so accurate, Alois actually started crying as he drove. His emotions were a wreck.
It was nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again
How we did it on a one night stand
Boy, I wanna be more than a friend to ya
Nice to, nice to know ya, let's do it again
How we did it on a one night stand
Boy, I wanna be more than a friend to ya
Let's do it again