They sat there, trying to console one another, as the bar slowly emptied into the cool night air. With the final high note of the singer on stage, she retreated out back. She puzzled, "Do I know them?" peeking through the curtains at the end of the bar, closest to the stage. Her eyes widened.
"Fiona, don't panic, they didn't recognise you, let alone see you. I hope you understand what I'm doing is for you Van and Thomas." With that, she slipped out into the night, not to be seen again. (A/n: Maybe, not sure yet...)
"Van, it's closing time, I'd better get you home" Thomas remarked. Indeed, the bar was almost deserted, and the few stragglers had almost passed out. The bartender told the men, "Ok, were shut boys, time to go home, eh?"
Van stirred, attempting to stand up. He fell off his stool and face first onto the floor. Van cried out in pain. Thomas, trying not to laugh, as he wasn't the most sober either, stood up, and hooked his arms under his comrade's arms and hoisted him up. They both were not the most stable on their feet. After many attempts, they eventually got outside. The cold, biting breeze blew straight through them, causing Van to shiver. Thomas responded by holding him closer, trying to share the little body heat his wet clothes allowed him to keep. Eventually, after a lot of wrong turns and stops, they reached the outer perimeter of the base. Van stopped.
"I can't go back there" Van stated
"Why not" Thomas said confused.
"Too many memories, of her..."
Noticing that he was about to start to cry again, he said "Please, no more crying. How about you stay at my flat tonight? There's not much room, but I probably can find you somewhere to sleep."
"Could I?"
"Of Course" What's wrong with me? I should hate him. He is the reason why Fiona left, isn't it? But blaming him won't bring her back.
Slowly, they turned and walked towards the CBD again. Eventually, they made it to Thomas' flat. Van was soaking, because he fell into a puddle on the way. Thomas thought "Why did I have to get a place with stairs..." Slowly, they ascended the staircase that seemingly stretched on forever.
Inside was in a shambles. Components and technical papers were strewn everywhere, with the occasional food tray that was thoughtlessly discarded on the floor. On the table were his computer, his new speakers (I got a new sub, so why can't he have one too...), 5 Zoids models, 7 coffee mugs, and his assortment of CDs. (A/N this is modelled on my room, but the difference is that my room is about twice as bad). Thomas sat Van carefully on the lounge chair. He left him to make some coffee, when he heard the inevitable sound of someone vomiting. A sharp wail pierced the air (Alcohol Vomits always hurt on the way up, trust me). Thomas rushed into the room as fast as his tired and intoxicated body allowed, and not to spill his coffee, to find van doubled over the bin, crying.
"Come on, it's all right." Thomas sighed at the site, setting down his cup on the free part of the table. He took the bin and threw the contents into the wheelie bin out the back.
Thomas returned, and sat down, turning on his computer, and playing his music very quietly.
*Look another song that will be reused in another story! This one is Fly me to the Moon - Neon Genesis Evangelion*
~Fly me to the moon
~And let me play among the stars
~Let see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars
~In other words, hold my hand
~In other words, darling kiss me
~Fill my heart with song
~And let me sing forever more
~You are all I long for, all I worship and adore
~In other words, please be true
~In other words, I love you.
Van, barely conscious, took off his wet shirt, exposing his trim physique, and fell down, directly onto Thomas' lap. Surprised, Thomas just sat there, as Van snuggled up, wrapped his arms around his waist, pulled himself closer and fell asleep. He reached above him and took his crocheted blankets that his mother made him and wrapped Van in one and draped the other over his shoulders.
~Fly me to the moon
~And let me play among the stars
~Let me see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars
~In other words hold my hand
~In other words darling kiss me
~Fill my heart with song and let me sing forever more
~You are all I long for, all I worship and adore
~In other words, Please be true
~In other words, I love you.
Thomas bent down and gave Van a small kiss on the forehead and said, "Sleep well", which caused Van to snuggle even closer and blush lightly. Why? He's why Fiona left! Then why am I starting to warm to him? These questions were too much for his overstrained head to handle, and he fell asleep, leaning against the wall, with Van still clasping him tight.
~Only you, only you
~Fill my heart with song
~And let me sing forever more
~You are all I long for, all I worship and adore
~In other words, please be true
~In other words, I love you
~In other words, I love you.
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Hope you enjoyed this one. Thanks for the reviews, and I hope some more people read this, and give me suggestions. No flames. Flames are automatically redirected to burn your ass. *Manic laughing*. I'm actually enjoying this... and I hated English! Thomas is mine! No-one can have him. You can have Van instead. Ill reiterate - Thomas is MINE! However I cannot enforce this, cause I don't own him, do I. But put in the words of one of Serena from Sailor Moon – He's a hunkmeister. I apologise for any OOC here, even from the first one.