...Kai's POV...
I walk outside and along the street, its oddly bright out here, the sun now out after being hidden behind the rain clouds for so long. People to are beginning to come out of their houses crowding along the streets and shops, not paying any attention to whom they bump into. I walk off the main street and into the park, a shortcut between my apartment and the one Claude used to stay at with Miguel, I've used it many times before though now there are kids running, playing and screaming everywhere, it makes me prefer the days when its cold and rainy; at least then there'd be some peace.
It's not a long walk from the park to Claude's old apartment and already I'm climbing the stairs in search of the floor, then the door; found it. I knock at the door and stand waiting as I listen to the muffled voices coming from behind the door then the sound of approaching footsteps. The door swings open gracing me with my first sight of Brooklyn in a long time; he looks like he's only just got out of bed… and a lot of other things, I'm sure I don't want to know what he was doing with Miguel before I got here.
"I thought you'd come by sooner or later, didn't think you'd make up your mind this quick though," I hear Brooklyn tell me, smiling as though he knows something, before stepping aside and allowing me into the apartment.
"Make my mind up about what?" I ask him, eyeing his half dressed body… I rid my mind of any of those thoughts and glare at him impatiently as I wait for him to answer.
"For Claude to move in with you, Miguel's already packed up his things."
I don't know how to respond but Brooklyn just smirks and shakes his head slightly that knowing smile brighter now than it was before. He walks off into the apartment and I follow, I hadn't exactly thought of having Claude move in with me, not consciously at least. But I guess the thought must have been there… somewhere still hidden from me or it might have been that Claude moving in with me would have just been considered natural, where else was he to go? I guess it doesn't really matter now, Brooklyn was right, Claude's things was one of the reasons I had come here and therefore that probably meanthe would be living with me.
I followed Brooklyn out into the small living room to see Miguel lying on the couch in a simular state to Brooklyn. He stood up when he saw me and walked over to us.
"Claude's things are there," he told me pointing to two bags leaning against the wall, "is he alright?"
I just stared at him in disbelief and agitation, 'is he alright?' he stands before me reeking of sex with Brooklyn and asks me that, while Claude's in despair at my place from seeing Brooklyn screwing his boyfriend, and he dares ask me if he's alright. I glare at him, raising my hand and there's aloud smack that echo's off the walls. I look down at Miguel who seems stunned into shock, one hand pressed against his reddening face; serves him right.
"What the hell was that for!" he demands glaring at me, I just stare at him in disbelief, he doesn't know? I drag him up with one hand and raise my other to hit him again. He cringes as I stop; my hand no more than a centimetre from his face. I sigh in frustrationand push him away from me, he's not worth the effort.
"Seems you've become pretty protective of Claude haven't you?"
I turn around and frowned at Brooklyn, surprised he didn't even move to stop me from going to hit Miguel a second time. I watched as he walked over to Miguel, wrapping his arms around him and gloating at me at the same time.
"I told you it wasn't me you really loved." I go to open my mouth to say something but Brooklyn shakes a finger at me indicating for me to be quiet.
"Don't deny it Kai, it might have been me you loved in the beginning but after awhile it was just because I was all you knew."
