((Thank you . for reviewing. Just an update on me: AP US History summer vacation homework=awful and stupid, is now a freshman (*le gasp*), and my family is really surpressing my "leave me alone so I can do stuff you have no idea about" time, which usually includes writing this stuff. My boring, anticlimactic life is nothing really, just wanted to rant for a lil while. Anyway, on with the story.))
Lavi's POV (Well...sorta kinda. It's still in 3rd person, but it's focusing on Lavi's apartment)
Lavi paced in front of his television, biting the thumbnail on his right hand, his cell phone clenched in his left. He was nervous, despite the letter, of speaking to the man he had fallen for inexplicably. His body felt like it could jump to the moon and back seventeen times before he could gather the courage to pull the phone up to see it and dial that number.
How did he even fall for this man, Tyki Mikk? He was certainly suave and handsome, with his curly hair slicked back and being as tan as he was. His voice sounded like he was having the most pleasurable time in the world. He wasn't even as bad as he should be, being in the NOAH and all.
His mind was confused, about why that sexy ass man would ever fall for him. It had to be a trick, it just had to be. He was convincing himself of that slowly, so after a few more hours of pacing, he set the phone down on the envelope. He looked at the clock and decided it was late enough to go to sleep. He retreated to his bedroom, falling into a dreamless sleep almost instantly.
Tyki's POV
He sat on the bed in his hotel room. The NOAH had only come to town to appear on television, so they were going to stay in style. The show wasn't until the next morning, and it would be an interview with each of them on a morning talk show because their circus had grown in popularity in the last few years.
He was holding his cell phone and hoping that Lavi would call. Ever since he had given the Boy the letter he had been thinking about, holding, or staring at his cell. His desperate hope was that Lavi wouldn't think he was creepy and just call, but he was beginning to feel doubtful that he ever would.
Sighing, the NOAH set the phone down next to the alarm clock on the side table next to his bed and put himself to bed. It was late, and he had to appear on that stupid show that the Earl had scheduled. He drifted off into sleep thinking of the beautiful red haired man that had caught his eye at that restuarant.
The next morning, he awoke to knocking at his room's door. He turned over in his bed and put a pillow over his head. "Wakey wakey, sleepy head!" Came the loud, sing-song voice of Road. "Hurry up Tyki, we have to be at the set in a half an hour!" He resentfully got out of bed and quickly shoved a suit on, washed his face, slicked his hair back, and brushed his teeth.
When he was finished getting ready he flung his door open and joined the rest of the NOAH in the hallway. They all grinned and walked down the hall, into the elevator, down 13 floors, and into the limosine idling in the parking lot. Tyki gripped the cell phone in his pocket and sipped some of the coffee that was waiting for them, provided by the studio of course.
They rode through the city to the TV station, stepping out and into the building. They were led to a room with a couch, coffee table, makeup station, and adjourning bathroom. A woman with a headset and a clipboard (and a huge fake smile plastered to her face) walked in.
"Okay, the host's name is Lillian-Jean Gregor. She'll ask about personal things, the next cities you're going to, and some questions the audience members have thought up. If you don't want to answer, just say you'd like to keep it to yourself, or keep it a mystery. This is going nation wide, keep that in mind. And, finally, is there anything you need?"
Everyone shook their head but Road, who just had to pipe up and say something to the annoying woman. "I want cake."
"Cake?" The woman looked at the Earl with eyes that clearly said 'Are you fucking kidding me?' "Is she allowed to have cake so early?"
"Oooh! Cake? I'd like some cake too!" The Earl squealed.
"O-Okay...anything else?" She asked, now hoping they kept quiet.
Tyki, hating this woman and wanting to cause her trouble, spoke up. "I would like 1,937 M&M's...only the orange ones." He fake smiled at her, enjoying her exasperated expression. He wanted to see more orange, it reminded him of the lovely Lavi.
"Wonderful...is that all?" She was holding her clipboard in a death grip, and since no one else spoke up, she left. The NOAH laughed when she left, and even harder when she came back twenty minutes later with a cake and a bowl full of orange M&M's.
Ten minutes until showtime, and fifteen until they were called on. They ate in peace, then primped some more until it was time. The smiley woman reappeared and told them to follow her to the set, and then they walked out onstage onto the cream colored couch next to the bleached blonde, botoxed, over-madeup, wreck of a woman sitting in a red armchair with topic cards in her bony, manicured fingers.
Lavi's POV
He woke up exhausted and not up to doing anything that day, but he rolled out of bed and onto the couch. He flicked on the television and scrolled through the guide to a morning talk show. It was currently going to commercial, but the announcer said something that caught his attention. "When we come back, NOAH circus will be with us to give us a little piece of their lives! Don't go away."
For once, Lavi did exactly what the TV announcer said, and didn't change the channel. He stared blindly at the television for about 3 1/2 minutes before the announcer chided "AAAAAAND, we're back!" He snapped to attention as the NOAH walked out on stage and sat on the couch.
Lillian-Jean grinned fakely and began. "So, would you please introduce yourselves for those in the audience?"
They went through their names, each adding a touch of their own personalities into it. When the Earl offered his name, he chuckled maniacly. When Road announced hers, she hopped up from her seat and did a twirl. Jasdero and David yelled "We're JASDEVI BITCHES!" Tyki smiled suavely and said with perfect grammar, "My name is Tyki Mikk, at your service."
Lavi stared at Tyki as they went through random questions, mentally tucking away important information about their next shows, but soon they moved onto audience questions and personal things.
"So, Ms. Road. How long have you been with the NOAH circus?"
"Umm...As long as I remember."
"Really?"
"Yeah." Road nodded.
"Next question...Oh! I wanted to know this one! This is from an audience member. Tyki, do you have a love interest?" She put her hand on Tyki's knee, trying to look seductive.
Tyki seemed slightly shocked by the question, and Lillian-Jean's roving hand. "Yes, I do. But I don't know if they love me back."
The audience, NOAH, and Lillian-Jean were surpised and dissappointed. "Oh really? Can you describe them for us?"
Tyki's eyes turned loving and he nodded. "The most beautiful green eyes, short red-orange hair, and sadly, I don't know if we can be together, even if they do love me back."
The audience "AAAaaaawed", and Lillian-Jean smiled. "That's sweet, can you tell us more?"
Lavi looked at the staring NOAH and faltered, "I'm not sure if I should..."
"Please? This has got us all interested, right audience?" The whole studio began begging to hear more.
Lavi quickly picked his cell up and dialed the number in the letter. He heard Tyki's phone go off on the television, and saw him look surprised at the unknown number, but still answer it. He heard Tyki's voice in the earpiece and on the TV. "Hello?" The audience was annoyed that their subject was now ignoring them for a phone call.
"I know you said not to call unless it was between 11 and 3 at night, but...I'm watching you on TV and..."
"You're watching me? So you got my letter?" Tyki's face lit up, and everyone in the studio got confused.
"I love you. I love you so much Tyki, and I can't explain it."
"I love you too, Lovely. That's why I said it on television, I was hoping you were watching, and you would believe me." The audience, registering that the mystery person that Tyki loved was on the phone, hushed.
"Do you see them glaring at you? They hate it that you love someone that's not in the NOAH."
"I know, that's why I went through precautions to make sure they didn't see me give the letter to your friends."
"They all look over-curious Tyki...you may be right, I don't think this can happen."
"That's why I added that stuff at the end of the letter."
"You could serve jail time for being a part of it."
"I never take part in any of it."
"I'll call back in the times you told me to, everyone looks really upset you're ignoring them."
"If there are any changes, I'll find out a way to give another note to your friends."
"Goodbye, Tyki. I love you."
"I love you too Lovely, goodbye." He hung up and turned to the bursting with curiosity Lillian-Jean.
"Soooo? What was that about?" She was on the edge of her seat.
Tyki's smile lit up the room better than the stage lights. "They said that they loved me back, and that we were going to make it work."
Road leaned on his shoulder. "C'mooooooon Tyki! What's their name?"
"I call them Lovely." He said, ignoring the real question.
"Real name?" Lillian-Jean asked.
"They don't want it advertised. Sorry." He shrugged, feigning innocence.
Lillian-Jean turned to the camera, "Okay, this is goodbye to the NOAH!" They cut to commercial, and the NOAH left the stage.
Tyki's POV
"Sooooo? Who is it Tyki?" The Earl asked.
"My Lovely is remaining secret Earl, it probably can't work anyway." Tyki shrugged and walked further in front of them.
Behind him though, they NOAH began coming up with ideas of how to punish Tyki, and find and punish "Lovely". Tyki heard them and began thinking of ways to pass information on to Lavi, so he could leave the NOAH and be with him.
((What do you think? Please review and tell me! I really, really, really want to know what you thought about this chapter, and what you think might happen next. I've got it mostly figured out. Next chapter will involve Lavi's investigation and...maybe this other idea I'm thinking about))