Where do I start to begin and say sorry to everyone who actually loved this story and it's odd spelling errors and over exaggerated plots and subplots and my odd, obsessive compulsive manic depressive neurotic rants? I don't think I can start, because it'll end up as long as this chapter is, and I know no one wants to read all of it. All I can say is that some things went wrong and I felt stupid and awkward and confused and worried and I started panic and think that if I was to disappear off of the face of the earth and die everyone would feel better. And while pulling a Michael in Broken Paint Brushes and collapsing in a pool of blood and sorrow sounded wonderful and amazing and perfect at the time I don't think it's really helped me any since. So now I'm kinda back and kinda writing again and I really just have to thank Azury and BlackRoseOnFire because I wouldn't be here if they didn't sweet talk me back. So, without further ado, I bring to you the 11th chapter. As usual constructive criticism is welcome! And I'm sorry this chapter is so short.

Chapters 11: To Make A Triangle You Need Three, Not Ten.

Andrew crosses his arms and leans against the small dorm room building that Ryan resides in and waits. Looks at his watch a few times, shuffles his feet from left to right, stares at a couple arguing on the campus and then back to his watch again. Life is boring. He was bored. He couldn't explain how bored he was in words; it was the basic equivalent of taking a 6 hour long test and being the first one done in a half hour, forced to watch the other students worry over bubbling in the wrong answers and what not. It's amusing for the first 10 minutes, but it wears off quickly.

He tapped his foot. Fucking Ryan.

It's all Ryan's fault that he's standing here pacing back and forth. And it's Ryan's fault because if he actually knew how to be on time this wouldn't be an issue-- he was right outside of his building, it doesn't take that long to arrive down the hall. But, alas, Ryan was slow.

But, Andrew mused, closing his eyes, that's one of the qualities about him that he loved the most.

However, while Andrew closed his eyes, someone ran into him and knocked him down, along with the other person, to the floor. Now, this may seem normal, people accidentally run into each other all the time; Andrew knows this for a fact. But, not this time. This time a shaky little voice squeaks out "Oh god, I'm so sorry" and he can't help to look up into the frightened brown eyes which were touching every part of him, apparently to make sure all limbs were in place and not scratched up.

"Marco…" Andrew trails off and he feels the urge to slap his hands away but lets it reside their for a few moments longer. Marco's touch lingers on his leg and he looks up, blinking in surprise. " And- Andy?" He sounds angry, but he's not, he's upset. "What are you doing here? Wait, that's rude….Ahem….How are you? Are you here to see….R…Ryan, is he really your boyfriend? Christ, that's rude too…fuck….shit…I..I…hi Andy." Marco runs a hand through his hair and looks to the floor.

Andrew was as he was those first sweet minutes after finishing his test. " I'm here to see Ryan, yes I am his boyfriend, no you are not being rude and hello to you too." He smiled as he said this and Marco's eyes widened, looking away and letting his shoulders droop. " Oww."

"Oww?" Andrew mimicked the painful sound Marco made and raised his eyes brows. People raised their eyebrows a lot around Marco for whatever reason, sometimes it was from amusement but mainly it was because of the sheer fact that he was a fucking mess and it was scary to talk to him; say the wrong word and he could crumble. And while Andrew would love to think that his eyebrow raise at the moment was out of concern it was more out of amusement. He was still in those sacred now 7 minutes after the test remaining left.

"Arm…hurts a tad." Marco sighs out, rubbing his arms, so Andrew reached over and lifts his sleeve up. Blinks and rolls the sleeve back down. Fast. So fast that his nails scratched Marco's arms as he did so. " I have a problem." Marco shrugged. They left it at that. He didn't want to leave it at that. But they did. And it hurt both of them more than it should of, but they'll talk that out later on.

"Do you want to go to lunch?"

"It's 9:45 at night."

"Then dinner it is."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I have a boyfriend."

"So do I."

"Does this seem wrong?"

"Does your boyfriend treat you bad…?"

"…he treats me the best he can."

Andrew is disturbed by that thought as he grabs Marco's hand and pulls him upwards. " Then I see nothing wrong in this situation. A casual affair. Dinner, nothing more." His voice is quiet and calm, but inside he is shaking. He's shaking because he's remembering a lot of traits that Marco has that Pete had. And he wasn't about to think about Pete.

Marco looks at their hands together and smiles a little, shaking his head. "No, I suppose there's nothing wrong with that."

Andrew smiled weakly," Of course not."

By the time Alex comes back from wherever the fuck he was he saw Rory laying on the couch curled up with his head against the arm rest, eyes shut tight. His heart ached for him, but he wasn't about to get up and go other to talk to him. He was actually afraid to go near Rory. Rory was very dangerous when he was angry or upset, and since he was curled in the corner, eyes shut tight like that, Alex knew that it wasn't the time to talk to him. He would open up eventually.

He threw his book bag down, because he suddenly remembered that he had basically slept walked through all his classes, and looked at the bathroom door to see smoke curling from the top of the door…

And water leaking out of the bottom of it.

Wait.

Alex looked at his feet and sighed out a quiet curse, because his shoe was soaked as well. In fact, the whole living room was flooded. Maybe Jake had feel asleep in the bathroom again. He often feel asleep in things that were liquid: cereal bowls, bathtubs, sinks occasionally, pools and even once a fish tank. And while he didn't know what exactly caused these sudden bouts of tiredness he was becoming tired of always having to clean up after him.

So Alex, being the best friend that he is, came over and opened the door to see the damage and find out much time it would take to clean all that shit up. But when he opened the door he didn't expect to see Jake and Michael laughing with each other.

Jake, leaning against the toilet with a cigarette between his toes and Michael balancing Sir Elliot of Dukedom on his head. His Sir Elliot! Biting his lips he yelled out," What the fuck is he still doing here?"

"Smoking." Jake shrugged. " What? Did you want me to kick him out now? He's too adorable."

Michael pouted a little, getting up out of the tub and shrugged," If your boyfriend doesn't want me here…"

"He's not my boyfriend." They both drawled out at the same time, but Michael just rolled his eyes and continued to get out of the tub. "Whatever."