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A/N: Chase Emberton belongs to the beautiful and amazing ChromeHearts, give her lovings! Check out her fanfictions, too, they're amazing! 3 _

Lysander walks into Castiel's apartment, patting Demon on the head and closing the door. Kicking his boots off, he enters the living room to see Castiel tuning his guitar and their other two band members setting up. He sits on the couch beside Castiel, and looks at him cautiously; his red-haired friend stops tuning his instrument and looks into Lysander's mismatched eyes.

"What?" A small smile plays at Lysander's lips at Castiel's short question, and shrugs his shoulders, looking everywhere except to where his friend is sitting.

"Chase and I are going to go on another date..." The room gets quiet as Lysander feels Castiel's grey eyes boring into him, and he can absently hear Demon whining pitifully in the background. Shifting uncomfortably, Lysander raises his gaze and swallows heavily, Castiel's face a mask of utmost anger.

"The last time you tried going out with this boy, he hurt and humiliated you." Lysander nods his head and opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off, Castiel's voice shaking with rage, "And now you're going to throw your heart at him again? Are you daft?!" Castiel stands up, his guitar plopping onto the couch, and stalks into his room, slamming the door behind him so hard that a picture falls off of the wall with a crash and clatter. Lysander looks up, ashamed, at the other two boys in the room, who begin to pack their things up; getting ready to leave. He sits there, in silence, as his friends leave the apartment, and can hear Demon whimpering; the dog crawls over on his stomach and licks Lysander's hand, lying back down and looking up with sad eyes. Demon's ears perk up as Lysander jumps when a cool voice cuts through the silent apartment.

"Don't cry, Lys, I didn't mean it like that." Blinking a few times, Lysander puts his long-fingered hand up to his face, his fingertips coming away wet with tears; he didn't even realize that he had started to cry. Castiel squats down in front of him, running his hands irritatedly through his hair, "I'm just worried about you, that's all. You wear your heart on your sleeve, and people take advantage of that." Lysander wipes his face and offers his friend a small smile; a smile breaking out onto Castiel's face as well.

"I know, Cas, I know." His friend sits down heavily and draws out a cigarette, lighting it; Lysander snatches it out of his hand and places it slack between his lips as he draws out his journal, flipping to a fresh page. Castiel's eyebrow shoots up as he watches his friend curiously, amusement seeping out of him. Lysander takes the cigarette between two fingers and breathes in, feeling the burning of the tabacco smoke as it is drawn into his lungs, and takes the cigarette from his mouth, thinking of what to write. After a few moments, the burning sensation leaves and Lysander exhales, the smoke coming forth from his parted lips; Castiel steals the cigarette back and snorts.

"I'm not giving you any more, dude." Lysander smiles and begins to write, Castiel watching him intensely. This begins to annoy him, so he takes his cigarette once more and takes a drag out of it, leaving it inbetween his lips. He writes like that, exhaling through his nose, and continuing to smoke his friend's cigarette. He looks up to see Castiel's face, expressionless, as he takes the last of the cigarette and puts it out in an ashtray that is sitting on the coffee table. Lysander blinks and fidgets, a head rush causing him to lose focus on his work. He closes the book and stands up, patting his friend on the head.

"I should head home now, since we're not practicing." Castiel nods his head and Lysander pulls on his boots, exciting the house and walking home in silence; his mind too fogged by the cigarette smoke to think much of anything.
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ChromeHearts, I told you you won't like Lys for a bit lol

-W