This is really really late. I got half way through and had crazy writersblock. probably because it's the end of the semester and i'm freaking aout all the parers and teasts piled on. I'm working almost every moment i'm not asleep or eating. I'm not exaggerating. NO REALLY I'm not exaggerating. I barely had time to push this out. I know it's not the best. It's short and was suposed to have alot of fluff but ended up difrent.
Shred's day was not going well. The reporters had left and there weren't any angry fan girls anymore but people were staring. He was only glad it was still early. Every person he passed gave him a look, whether it be supportive smile or a disgusted sneer. Some just looked curious but there wasn't one person who didn't stare. His feet carried him faster through the snow. He wanted so badly to get to work and away from these people.
Shred's boss looked up when the door to the shop flung open. Alvin was bent over holding his knees breathing like he's run a mile. He probably had. He didn't like the look those boys gave him and when they switched directions to follow him he took off in a run.
"Alvin your early" She commented glancing at the clock. It wasn't odd for the boy to be early but she wanted to break the tension that had come in with him. Shred merely nodded.
"I'll drop my coat in the back and help set up." He said, avoiding her eyes. He hoped she wasn't like some of those other people. He needed this job and if he lost it he'd be screwed. Without funds his experiments would end. He walked through the employees' door and sighed. This was going to be a bad day. He just knew it.
Back at home Max was pacing back and forth in the room he shared with Shred. He couldn't believe he let him out of the house. The gaggle of girls had finally left but he knew some must still be in town? What would happen if they got to him? What would happen if someone who was homophobic came to Alvin's work? He couldn't let Alvin get hurt! Max grabbed his jacket and left the room, ignoring Mr. P who had been trying unsuccessfully to calm him down.
"Alvin will be fine" Mr. P said for what felt like the hundredth time.
"But there's people out there who want to HURT HIM! How can I just sit here and wait for him to get home from work?"
"Technical you're not sitting" Mr. P responded. Max gave the screen a glare.
"I'm going after him!" Max called.
"Oh no you're not." The artificial intelligence said, locking the door.
"Hey!" Max yelled.
"Alvin wouldn't appreciate you stalking him wherever he goes."
"I'm not stalking! I'm defending him!" Max said angrily. The argument circled around several times before Max finally plopped down on the bed, glaring at the floor. Truly he was scared. He'd always been the star that everyone loved. He wasn't used to people disliking him and he'd never imagined what life would be like if people wanted to hurt him. The entire situation felt fake and yet all too real. IT was a paradox that made him want to pace and shout.
Shred might be smart but he wasn't strong. Admittedly he wasn't either but he knew how to fight better than Shred. Anyone wanting to hurt his boyfriend, that still felt weird thinking, would have to go through him. But if he was here that wasn't possible. A growl let loose from his throat. This was going to be a long morning.
Twenty minutes and nothing horrible had happened. Maybe Max was just being paranoid. Here he was wearing his normal uniform, handing out yogurt just like normal. The store was actually pretty busy for 11:00. Normally the rush didn't come till noon or one. He didn't pay attention to the customers. He was too busy rushing orders.
"Vanilla-Mango swirl" Shred said handing the cup to a woman, who he barely glanced at.
"Would you mind if I ask a few questions about your recent relationship with Max Asher.
Alvin's head wiped up and the first thing that went through his head was "OH CRAP." Wait did he say that out loud? Fuck he did. Several cameramen were scattered around the store, taping the surprised interview from different angles. Most of the other patrons were teen girls, and a few boys, most wearing Max Asher T-shirts.
Chelsea, Shred's boss, jumped in front of her employee. "Interviews will be possible in ten minutes for five dollars a question." Shred gave an angry glare at the back of his boss's head. Why was he surprised, this was just like her. HE glanced around the camera crew but noticed more girls crammed outside the door.
"Crap" he thought. Maybe Max had been right. Shred allowed his boss to drag him across the store to the employee room. He looked away from the camera flash and didn't see a new girl enter the store, with a scowl on her face and angry eyes. Jess wasn't going to let some Fag take her Max. She'd use everything to her ability to make sure the faggot didn't make it home today.
I know it wasnt the best but it's setting up for one crazy chapter :) I hope you liked this. Please review. I didnt even get to read the reviews from my lats chapter till a week ago. :/ thanx for reading.