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~*Angel*~
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Charlie stood in front of his bathroom mirror running his fingers over
the two-week-old beard that was forming on his chin. Looking over at the razor
that sat lonely on the sink shelf and he shook his head, rubbing his tongue
over his teeth. They were in desperate need of brushing and his hair was crying
for a comb. To say he ' d spent the last fourteen days moping about the house
like some heart sick teenage girl would the understatement of the galaxy. He'd
spent most of the time catching up on his talk shows and knew all the soap
opera characters on channel six by name.
Charlie had never strived for acceptance in his life, being one of the only gay
students in Eden Hall had taught him that allot of people can' t see others for
who they are. It had seemed only right that he'd fallen in love with the first
warm body that had taken him as a whole person and not just a stereotypical gay
teen. Before Bret, who he began dating his freshmen year in college there had
been only one other man in his life, that had been Adam Banks. Things with
Banks had been brittle to say the least, the couple had formed early in their
sophomore year and had been on again off again until graduation. When school
ended Adam had taken a contract with the NHL bypassing college and Charlie in
the process.
Charlie had been utterly heart broken for a while, much the same, as he
was right then. But then Bret Aston came along and changed all of that. The two
were inseparable and got along fantastically, Bret had been just what Charlie
needed to get passed his feelings for Banks. Aston accepted him for who he was
and loved him in spite of it. They stayed together for four years without so
much as an argument, then one day Bret got bored and left leaving nothing more
then a cheesy John Dear note. For the second time in five years Charlie felt
like his heart had been ripped out and lost the will to live. That is what
brought them to the situation they were in now.
"A shower Charlie, take a shower. " Fulton stuck his head in the
bathroom door to find his friend standing in the middle of the room in a pair
of faded old boxers and a wholly wife beater.
" Why should I bother? " Charlie wined, closing the lid on the toilet and sitting down.
" Because you stink dude. " Portman commented, entering the small lavatory as well, sliding an arm around Fulton ' s waist in the process, he normally tried to keep the affection to a minimum in front of their emotionally devastated pal but sometimes he just couldn't' t control himself.
"And we're not taking you out like that, your hair's a mess, your breath is kicking like Van Dam and it looks like you got fruit mold growing on your upper lip." Fulton added.
Charlie rolled his light eyes and scratched his cheek. "I don't want to go, there's a really great movie on Fox Family tonight and I planned on watching it. "
" Well you better tape it buddy, cause we're bigger then you, so between the two of us we'll carry your ass piggy back style." Dean declared.
Fulton looked at his old captain sympathetically, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Plus you haven't been out of this house since Bret moved out, it's time Charlie."
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"Don't forget, the apartment's mine for tonight." Roger said to his roommate Adam.
"No need to worry, I'll be gone by eight." Adam said walking from his room to the bathroom, towel in hand.
"Where are you going?" Roger asked setting the table in the living room for his date that night.
"I'm going out with an old friend from my old hockey team. Haven't seen him in a long time, I wonder what he looks like now. I'll be out in a few minutes." Adam disappeared into the room.
He leaned against the sink counter, breathing deeply, staring down into the drain. "Breathe, Adam, breathe. You're just going out with Portman. You can do this." He peered up, looking into the mirror. "Ah, who am I kidding? I can't do this. Ah, shit." His vision shifted to the clock on the wall behind him.
He stripped down to nothing and stepped into the warm stream of water coming from the faucet above him. He quickly showered after hearing a knock on the door, Roger declaring that his friend was here.
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"So, how long have you known Adam?" Roger asked the tall, buff man that was standing with him in the living room of his apartment.
"Since, hmm, a long time ago. We were on the Junior Olympics USA team together. That was, well, we were about twelve or thirteen then." Dean spit out talking to the short, dark haired man. "How long have you known him?" He questioned.
"A few years. He needed a place to stay and I had an extra bedroom, so, it fit." He laughed lightly. "I have to go finish making dinner. Please, make yourself comfortable, he should be out of the shower any minute." Roger said and as if on cue, Adam walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed and ready to leave.
"Hey, Portman, long time no see. How's it going?" Adam walked up to Dean and pulled him into a hug while Roger left the room.
"Hey, Banksie. Life's been better, though things are going great with Fulton and me." Dean said pulling away from his friend.
"You two still together? Wow, how long has it been now, four, five years?" Adam questioned.
"Five, I think we're doing better now than we ever have." Dean laughed. "Anyway, you ready to go? Life's waiting." He pointed to the door that led to the outside world.
"Yeah, just need to get my shoes on and grab my wallet. I'll be right back." Adam left with a smile shining on his face.
He had forgotten what a great friendship he had with Dean, he was glad he called him for a night out on the town. In all truth, he'd been trying to reacquaint himself with his whole high school hockey team, but there was just one phone call he was struggling to make. His call to Charlie.