*-. Grade A .-*

(Pt. 7.5)

Aaron P.O.V.

I sat at the bar, sliding my finger over the rim of the glass. It calmed me. I come here very often, drink a few beers after work and pass out as soon as I walk through the door of my house. The bartender was a young 21 year old. His hair was white and his eyes purple. His father owned the bar and put his kids to work there once they were of age. Though the bartender was only 21, I first met him when he was 18. His father and I sat at a table, joking around when his son walked in and began cleaning. His father introduced us and him and I did build a somewhat close relationship. He told me he wanted to be a bartender so he had to learn to mix drinks. On my days off I'd come over after hours and try his drinks. I don't really mind getting drunk ever so often. I know it's bad for me, given the fact I am a doctor. I just guess it helps with my slight depression and stress.

The young bartender, Kael, leaned on the counter and smiled at me. "Last one here again. I'm beginning to think you only come here to see me." He giggled and tilted his head.

I laughed as well and stared down at the pitcher of beer. "Maybe I am. I do enjoy being around you. You lift my spirts some. Or maybe it's the booze." I smirked up at him. His face turned cold and he rolled his eyes. "What..." I asked.

"Nothin', nothin'. You want another one?" He asked, tilting his hips slightly.

"Nah, I'm good for tonight. I should start heading home anyways. I have work."

"Aaron..Wait.." He held my hand and frowned. "Do you think you could stay a bit later.." He stared out to the window. A group of men were standing outside of it, laughing and smoking.

I sighed and rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb. "Of course. Why do they even come here?" I felt Kael's hand quickly slip away from mine and he started cleaning off the counter.

"Don't know.." He said in a strange tone. At this point, I knew he was lying. He wasn't usually scared of people around the bar, and he would never say anything in that unsure tone.

"You're a bad liar Kael. Tell me." His body tensed up and he threw the towel aside, then grabbed my arm and pulled be over to a booth at the back of the bar. He made me sit, then sat across from me. His face stayed down.

"Let's just say they're a bunch of jerks. They like to hurt me a lot." He looked up at me slightly and back down.

"Why? You're too nice to be getting hurt.." I frowned at him.

"If..If I told you why, you'd think I was sick..And that I wasn't 'normal'." He crossed his arms and held himself. "You'll never want to come around me again..And I'd lose my best customer..And a friend." He smiled slightly.

"Tell me. I wont stop coming here. I get a family discount." I joked. He didn't lighten up at all. I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. "I won't just leave you Kael. You're a good friend."

"I'm gay." He quickly said. "I'm gay. I like men. Those guys outside of the bar, two of them use to be my friends. We were friends all through out high school and I had a crush on one of them and they decided that I wanted to be some kind of slut and they all raped me...I..I won't lie..I did like it a little. You know, after all of the agonizing pain and all. But after that, those guys fucked me every chance they got. Locker room, bleachers, football games, parties. I finally dropped out of high school when I turned 18, me, dad, mom and Felix moved closer to the bar. I started working here and got home school." He let out a loud sigh and placed his hand on top of his chest, softly clenching his heart. "And..And I like you Aaron.." He looked away and tears started welting up in his eyes. What was I suppose to do? I slid my hand across his cheek, leaned over the table and kissed away his tears.

We stared at each other for a moment, his eyes slightly puffy and glazed over. I leaned down more, pressing my lips gently onto his. His arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me in closer. Kael's lips tasted like..Sweet tarts. I pulled Kael over the table, our bodies close, our lips pressing harshly against each other as I pulled on Kael's soft, snow white hair. I pulled away slowly and pressed my forehead to his.

"Kael..We can't do this right now..I want to, but we can't..I'm sorry. I got too excited too quickly." I panted softly, holding him tightly. He laughed slightly and I felt his warm tears hit my shoulder. "Kael..Kael, please don't cry. I'm sorry."

"No..I'm not crying because you wanted to stop..I'm crying because I'm happy you didn't reject me." He laughed a bit more. Holding onto the back of my shirt, burring his head into my neck.

Suddenly, the alarm on my phone went off. 5 am. Cyrus hasn't text me all night. I became slightly worried.

"Kael, can you give me one moment?" I asked. He nodded and slid off of my lap, wiping his eyes. I quickly called Cyrus. The phone rang, once I heard the ringing stop, I started asking questions out of a panic.

"Hello? Cyrus are you there? Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's fine. We just need a ride." A strange voice asked. It seemed deeper then Cyrus'. I became more panicked.

"Who is this? Whats wrong with Cyrus?" I asked with a quick manner

"I told you his fine." The voice snapped and sighed "He's just a little drunk."

"You're that kid aren't you. Ugh." I groaned. I was slightly more relieved though. I hated that stupid kid but atleast Cyrus wasn't kidnapped. "I'll be right there, give me the address."

After giving me the address, I hung up and stood up quickly, wobbling. The beer just started kicking in. And I walked here..I had no way of driving there even if I wanted too. Maybe I should take a bus.

"What's wrong?" Kael asked. I almost forgot he was here.

"I have to go pick up a drunk friend." I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

"I'll drive you.." He said with a slight smile.

"That's kind of you but I would fe-"

"I'd love to. Come on." He held my hand softly, locked up the doors quickly and jetted out the back door, with our hands still attached. We walked passed the men who were outside of the bar. The men who raped Kael. Seeing them made me..Made me feel a strong fire burning all over my body. Kael pushed me into the car, not saying a word then quickly got in himself. We sped off, not saying a word.

"So..Who's Cyrus.." He asked.

*-. Grade A .-*

(Pt. 7.5)

(End)