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'Look, I don't have all day for your stupid games.'

'They're not stupid Craig, you just don't understand them, that's the problem.' The man said with cheeky smile. Craig sighed heavy, his hands slowly massaged his temples.

'What do you want, Darren?' He lifted his head, exchanged his look with stepbrother.

'Nothing from you,' he replied, 'I come to your lovely boyfriend.'

'Why?' he asked puzzled. 'What do you want from him?'

'Maybe you heard from Frankie that I bought a pub not far away from your house.' Darren looked suspiciously at stepbrother, trying to find any sign of his knowledge about his new plan. He felt disappointed as he only noticed his blankly glance. 'Apparently I overestimated her ability. What a surprise.' He rolled his eyes irate. 'Generally she can't shut up her mouth, when she sniffs some news.'

'And you come here only to tell me about it?' Craig lifted his eyebrow, puzzled.

'What?! Since when we're in so good relations? Did I miss something?' Darren snorted, baffled Craig totally.

'I still don't know what are you doing here, Darren. Slowly I losing my patience.'

'Like I said I bought a pub.' He recalled, ignoring Craig's murderous look. 'And I need a DJ who could be work in the weekends, so I immediately thought about your lovely boyfriend.' He finally explained, smiling with gloat. He was clearly sure it was very good idea.

'John Paul was your first though?' The younger man made sure, trying to sort things out in his head. That was big surprise for him.

'Not exactly.' Darren answered truthfully. 'My first thought was Spike.'

Craig's body immediately tensed as he heard a word "Spike". This jerk?!

'It's the same Spike about who I thinking?' He asked through gritted teeth.

'The same.' Darren confirmed happily, didn't see any problem.

'So he said "no", cause...'

'Did I say he said "no"?' Craig tightened his fits, his blood boiled in his veins. Spike's coming back.

'If you think that I let John Paul take this job in your pub and working with that cheeky twat, you're wrong.' He said clearly. There's any fucking chance for it!'

'Spike can't work in pub in every weekend. I need someone who will cover him.' Darren said slowly, as he was talking to the small child, with hope that he understood his point and stopped making troubles where they're not needed.

'You can't do this to me, Darren. I hate this guy!'

'It's not you who will working in pub, only John Paul so shut up! Nobody asked you about your permission. He's big boy, Craig...Instead of you.' Darren smiled smugly, crossing his arms against chest.

'Fine, you can talk with him, but he'll say you the same as me. He doesn't want to work again in weekends as a DJ. He has a decent job.'

'We'll see.' Darren said undoubtedly, instead of Craig knowing John Paul's answer.

'We live there.' He pointed at nearest building. 'Come on.'

'Wait for moment.' Darren said quickly, grabbing his stepbrother arm. 'I waiting for someone.'

'I'm afraid to ask for whom.' Craig sighed irate, leaning back against the tree. 'You come here with someone from Hollyoaks? Don't say it's mum.' He groaned and ran his hand over face.

'Not quite...' Darren replied slowly, biting his lip. Craig frowned his eyebrows, feeling that something was wrong. Darren was hiding something more and that terrified him the most.

'Who is it, Darren?' he stared suspiciously at older man. Few moments later his response came, caring two cold can of cola. Craig closed his eyes, didn't believe in his lucky. He hated this day. The tattooed resident DJ in Darren's pub arrived behind his boss back, welcoming Craig with a grin as his eyes landed on him.

'Craig...'

'Spike...'

They looked at each other, waiting patience who first speak up. Darren rolled eyes with frustration. This all situation was ridiculous.

'It's good to see, you still remember each other names.' Darren said sarcastically, taking one can from Spike. 'Thanks, for this. I'm thirsty.' He took a sip his drink and watching two man with fascination. He could swear, that Craig wanted to punch Spike but he didn't do this, cause he knew how John Paul will react as he heard and later see a news.

'The soup was too salty?' Spike asked with smugly smile.

'What?!' Craig looked at him annoyed.

'Your low lip,' Darren explained, grinned as an idiot, 'now I know what Mercedes had in mind as she told me that all McQueen's have hot blood.'

'Yea, very funny. Now I see why you hired Spike. You two understand each other without words and have the same IQ level.' He snorted and walked toward his home.

'Oy, where are you going?!' He heard Darren voice.

'To home. I don't want spend all day with two jerks!' He shouted back, didn't care if they following him or not.

Darren glanced at Spike, who silently standing and drinking his cola. He punched the DJ on the arm, trying to catch his attention, but man didn't even bother to looked at him.

'Come on, Spike. We have to talk with John Paul.' He said, almost begged him. In response Spike only shrugged his arms and gave him a looked which telling "I really don't care about it".

'You're boss, Darren. You can go to John Paul alone, and believe me it'll be good idea. You saw how Craig acted when I came.'

'But you're a co-owner of my pub.' He recalled him and gave unappreciated glance. 'Anyway, since when you care about Craig?' Darren asked surprised, lifting his eyebrow.

'I don't care about him.' Spike rolled his eyes irate, 'I just don't want a quarrel between him and John Paul.'

'Ooo, you still care about lovely Craig's wife!' He couldn't stopped himself from a little malice.

'I just don't wanna see them as they again fighting. If John Paul is happy, I am too, even if I must endure Craig.'

'God, you still love him!' Darren yelled shocked.

'I don't.' Spike said firmly. 'He is just very important person for me. That's it.' Before Darren could say something more, Spike quietly followed Craig, the same finishing their conversation. The older man sighed heavily. What they see in John Paul? He's just a normal guy, nothing special. I don't understand them.

'Oy, Spike! Wait for me!' He yelled and ran toward two man, disappearing in the modest building.

John Paul was walking around the kitchen, looking at the front door with hope that Craig finally came back, whole and healthy. He jumped slightly as the door opened widely and Craig entered to the flat with his...guests. His eyes widened with shock and surprise as he recognized them.

'Oh, I see your lovely wife just cook dinner for you, Craigy.' Darren mocked, grinning widely.

'It's nice to see you too, Darren.' John Paul welcomed him without too much enthusiasm, glaring at Craig, to figured out what's going on.

'Shut up, Darren.' Craig barked at him and settled down on the chair, avoided his boyfriend stare. He looked around, like he was searching for somebody.

'Hi, John Paul.'

'Spike! It's good to see you.' John Paul smiling widely and pulled his ex boyfriend into hug. Craig stared at them quietly, looking like he wanted to threw up in a minute.

'How lovely!' Darren chimed out, clapping slightly only to pissed off Craig more.

'Where's Chloe?' Craig barked toward John Paul, finally knowing what was lacked.

'In her flat with Peter. She wanted to show him something.' John Paul responded softly, didn't understand his boyfriend reaction. Is he still jealous? He shook his head and gestured toward another chairs, invited his guests to sit down.

'I told her to stay with you. What a stupid cow!' He growled.

'Craig, stop it! We have guests, if you don't notice.' John Paul leaned toward him, whispered through his teeth.

'Oh, don't bother John Paul. It's nothing new for us, isn't it Spike? We always see you two during another fight.'

'That's not true!' Craig yelled, out raged, but he quickly stopped as John Paul slammed with too much force a plate with fish, salad and fries in front of him and gave him basilisk glare. It worked immediately.

'Look, we don't come here to piss you off, Craig,' Spike said quietly as he took a place next to Darren, 'I guess Darren said you why we're here.'

'Yea, he said and the answer is NO!' Craig yelled and hit the table. Darren lifted eyebrow at his outburst, didn't believe how stubborn ass Craig can be.

'It's not your business Craig,' Spike said coldly, 'John Paul can decide for himself.'

'What the hell you're talking about?!' John Paul chimed out, didn't understand their all conversation. Did he missed something before?

'You couldn't phoned to me earlier and tell us that you're coming?' Craig asked avoiding response for his boyfriend question.

'I don't have your telephone number, and Frankie didn't want to give it to me, cause you're her golden boy, who is too busy to meeting with family.' Darren rolled his eyes. 'Dad only has your address, so I came here and trying to find you. I localized your son in the playground, but when I calling him, he just ran away. What's wrong him?

'Nothing.' Craig replied coldly. 'You scared him.'

'Are you sure it's the only reason?'

'Why you don't ask Steph about our number?' John Paul asked quickly, before Craig had a chance to response his stepbrother. Darren opened his mouth and frowned his eyebrows as he was intensively thinking.

'Shit, I forget she's Craig's sister. Damn!'

'God, Darren,' Craig sighed, 'you're so stupid sometimes.'

'I still don't know what's going on.' John Paul recalled, staring at both man.

'We just chatting, John Paul. That's it.' Craig said gloomily, giving Darren glance which meant :"Shut up".

'I want to hire you as a DJ in my club.' Darren explained, didn't bother about his stepbrother warning looks. 'I need someone who can cover Spike in weekends. You're interested?' Craig tightened his fists.

'I...

'He's not interested!' Craig chimed out.

'John Paul has mouth. He can speak for himself.'

'He didn't have time to work in weekends.'

'Craig, I'm still here!' John Paul remarked, feeling anger accumulated in his body.

'I don't want him to work with this jerk!' Craig pointed at Spike and almost put his finger in his guest eye.

'I don't believe! You're still jealous?!' John Paul cried shocked, 'Craig that was many years ago...'

'So? What's your point?'

'Oy, guys relax! Why we don't talk about something nice?' Darren chimed out, frightened that two man will jump to each other's throat in a minute. 'Like, how's your son? Samuel, right?'

'It's Sean.' John Paul corrected him, staring at him with disbelieve.

'What? I was close...' Spike rolled his eyes and leaned to Darren, whispering something to him.

'Yea, you was fucking close!' Craig barked out raged.

'Look we should go.' Spike said as Craig started yelled at his boyfriend. 'We talk about it later.'

'There won't be any "later"!

'No, guys stay! You even didn't meet Sean yet.' John Paul begged them. 'Craig only has very bad day, Darren. It's nothing.'

'No, we should go. We have some things to do in pub before we open it,' Darren said quietly and nervously chuckled, 'by the way, the opening is in this Saturday. It'll be nice if you come. There's adress.' He handed John Paul small card.

'Corse we'll come.' John Paul ensured him, pretending that he didn't hear Craig's growling. Two men raised up from their seats and slowly walked toward front door. John Paul followed them and opened the door. 'Visit us soon.'

'I don't know if it's good idea.' Darren said quietly, discreetly pointing at sitting alone Craig.

'Tomorrow he'll be fine.' He send them apologetically glance. 'Just next time, phone to us if you and Spike want to visit us again.'

Spike removed from his pocket creased card from his pocket and gave it to the youngest man. 'It's my number. If you change your mind, just phone. Craig doesn't need to know about it.'

'Okay, I'll think about it. Thanks guys for your visit and proposition.' John Paul smiled softly and hidden a card in his wallet.

'So, see you two soon.' Darren said quietly and walking out with Spike.

They stopped for a moment and exchanged looks, when John Paul closed the door behind them.

'It went very well.' Darren said quietly.

'Yea, very well.' The other man answered sarcastically, rolling his eyes. 'Geez, did we be in the same room?!' He went ahead, didn't bother if Darren follow him or not, or what he wanted to say.

'Oy, everything went fine, until I didn't mistake their kid name...That things happen to everybody!' He added as he saw Spike's glance. 'Really!'

'Did I say something?'

'I know that look.' Darren said, pointing at his eyes.

'If you put your finger in my eye like Craig, I'll kill you.' Spike warned.

'Why we always arguing? I don't get it.'

'You said that, cause you think it's my fault? Look if you...'

'Oh, you're that new gay couple from Manchester, aren't you?' Both jumped slightly and dried up as they heard woman's high voice behind their back, 'Oh, I didn't need to ask about it. Only the blind won't notice yours full of passion and love stares.'

Darren lifted his eyebrow and shocked turned toward short woman with messy black hair, grinning as loony. Her bright eyes shining slightly as they landed on two men. 'Love quarrel? Oh, it's happen to everybody. Don't worry about it. It'll be fine.' Darren opened his mouth to say something, but the woman didn't give him a chance to get a word. 'I'm Chloe, your new neighbour,' she introduced herself, 'and what's your names? Oh, you're not too talkative, aren't you?' She laughed quietly. Darren stared at her with opened mouth, didn't know what to do. Cry or laugh? For the first time he didn't know what to say or react. Was she stone or what?!

'We're not a couple.' Spike answered firmly. 'And we're not from Manchester.' He added, giving her odd look. So not only Darren felt uneasy with this new strange creature.

'You're sure? You're looking like couple.' She said quietly, glanced sadly at two men.

'Yea, I am.' Spike chuckled slightly and grabbed Darren's arm. 'Look we're late for work. It was nice to meet you, Chloe!' He said, before they quickly ran away from the building. The woman shrugged her arms, looking disappointed.

'What a shame. They may be so lovely couple.'