Two chapter's in a row? 'Whaaa?' Well, I'm not busy and I'm avoiding studying, so I'm basically free. This chapter was a bit fun, next should be great though. Thanks for reading!

I always wondered, when I was younger, what I would do when I got older. Not in a 'I'm a veterinarian' type of way but 'I spend all my spare time doing something worth while' type of way. I guess I was just concerned that I would grow up to be bored with my life. Would I be happy? How can I be happy, what do I have to do? I was told when I was younger, to do good in school, go to college, and happiness would come, along with a house and a wife. Well... now I live in an apartment with a man whose name I don't even know. Am I happy? No, not really.

I sighed. I had been sitting on the couch all day, contemplating my life. My 'friend' is sitting next to me, eating my ice cream, the ice cream I had been eating two minutes earlier. "I wish you wouldn't do that..." I let out, crossing my arms.

He turns to look at me, taking MY spoon out of his mouth. "Do you want some?" He asks, holding the spoon out to me, and as if the ice cream wasn't mine to begin with. I say nothing, and he goes back to eating.

I don't know why I am surprised, he's been doing that since he 'moved in'. Anytime I don't finish something or I'm not actively eating it any more, he just takes it out of my hand and finishes it. I haven't had a full meal since last month. A month... has he really been here a month? That's an awfully long time...

I stare at him, still eating my ice cream, sitting on my couch, in my apartment, the nerve. He stops to ask a question about a commercial and I take the spoon out of his mouth and the bowl out of his hands and finish my ice cream. He stops and frowns at me. "Do you want some?" I mock, and his frown deepens. He suddenly starts smirking as he turns away. "What?" I ask, confused. He doesn't respond.

I roll my eyes, finish the ice cream and place the bowl in the sink before heading off to Gary's. It's not a long walk to Gary's apartment (since it's on the first floor) so I don't bother taking my key. I stop in front of his door and knocks. He takes a few moments before answering. "What do you want?" He says as he opens the door.

"Where is my mug Gary!" I half yell jokingly, smiling at him.

Gary sighs. "Come on in, and close the door behind you." I follow him further into the apartment, closing the door behind myself. I sit down at his dining room table.

Gary places the mug on the table a bit angrily, as if I was interrupting something. "Are you busy?" That was the only time Gary ever really got mad, if you were bothering him while he was busy.

"I cleaning up." Gary responded shortly.

"Why is that? Got a lady coming over later."

"Yes, and no. I'm hosting book club this week."

"Really, why did you never invite me?" I asked, curious.

"It's a personal thing, I don't like people I know all up in my hobbies." Gary sat down across from me, sighing. "That isn't all you wanted, is it?" He asked pointing to the mug. I shook my head. "Of course it fucking isn't, jeez." He leaned back in his chair, half frowning. "So what's up?"

"I just wanted to talk."

"How are you and your friend doing?" Gary smirked, as if he thought up something funny.

"Not about that."

"Then, you and your other friend?"

I was caught off-guard. Who could he mean? "What other friend, you? I don't understand."

Gary stopped leaning and his face got a bit serious, which wasn't really normal for him. "Do you really not know?" I shook my head. "Well I'm not telling,"

"That's no fair! How am I supposed to find out? There are like four people I can ask, and you're probably the only one who knows." I pout.

"Two people know by association, one knows by bearing, and one should know by aiming." Gary, responded.

"Gary, if you don't fucking tell me, I'm going to tell Linda that you like here."

Gary shot a look at me. "What is this, high school, and her name is Laura."

"Laura, Linda, Lipton, Lysandre, Lycan, Lockjaw, what's the difference? You know who I'm talking about."

Gary shook his head slowly. "You are too much. I can't tell you who it is, ok? Just deal with it as it comes. I'm sure you can handle it." Gary shooed me. "Now go talk to your cafe stalker."

"Linda or..."

Gary just stared at me. "The one in your apartment."

"But-"

"The one that isn't Lin-Laura! Jeez, now get out. You're starting to bother me." Gary pushed me out and closed the door behind me. I could hear him cursing on the other side of the door.

I began walking up the stairs back to my apartment. Gary came out his apartment and called after me.

"What?" I asked him.

"Don't forget our group meeting it the common room today, I let you get away last week but not this time... and bring Beanie."

I sighed. "Ok... whatever." I whispered before going back to my apartment.

We had all somehow become enrolled in this group therapy session thingy, Gary denies doing it, but it's mandatory for all 'relevant' residents of the apartment building. So basically, it was Gary, Linda, 'Beanie', myself and a few others there. Funny how things happen.

Back in my apartment, 'Beanie' was still resting on my couch, he wasn't eating, but I'm certain the thought was there. I still didn't know his name, and we had even had a group introduction at the first therapy session. I guess he somehow managed not to go.

I sat down on the couch, wondering how I would ask him about his name. "Um..." I started dumbfounded, how can I address him without knowing his name. "Um," He turned to me, seeming to understand what I meant. I scratched my head. "What is your name?"

He smiled. "N."

"Just N?" I asked, surprised anyone would have such a name.

"Just Black?" I shrugged, I guess he had a point. "Since we are sharing secrets, I have one for you. Turn this way and close your eyes." I did as I was told.

We both had our legs crossed with our knees touching, as we were facing on another. I could hear the TV going on in the background. Suddenly there was a soft sensation on my lips, and it took a couple of seconds to realize he was kissing me.

He was kissing me... What has my life come to? Did he really just kiss me?

I opened my eyes quickly, and after he stopped he pressed his fingers to my mouth, silencing me. He expected me to say something, and he was right, I had a mouthful.

"Think about what happened for a few minutes. Then tell me."

I didn't say anything for five minutes. At the beginning N. was smiling and me frowning and glaring, at the end he was biting his lip and looked as if I wanted to kill him. My expression had softened, but only because it's hard to hold a frown for five minutes. When I opened my mouth he looked about half ready to cry.

I sighed. "Stop looking like that, I'm not upset."

He let out a 'hm'.

I crossed my arms. "You caught me by surprise,"

"But?"

"What do you want me to say? That I liked it? Well I did, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't have said something first." I let out, quietly.

"Ok," N. said. Then he kissed me on the cheek.

"You're full of it, you know?" I sighed.

"I know."

"Come on let's go to this therapy thing."

So just to start the original line for Black threatening Gary was, "Gary, if you don't fucking tell me, I'm going to post an ad on Craig's list featuring you're address.". Now, I'm not saying it's now wrong but I think it's hilarious, but I took it out for obvious reasons. Well, I hope you like the chapter! Thanks for reading and leave a review if you feel like it!Ps: Sadly still no Beta-reader...