Hey you guys and gals, you wonderful wonderful people who I love ever so much! I am soooooooooooo happy! WEEE! and it's annoying myself, since I;m usually depressed, but hey, let me just relax. Here is another cruscial turning point in the whole bloody story, so here. Oh and here too:

Black Rose On Fire (Aka confused) I'm glad you like the story, I'm glad your confused and I'm glad your hating the Marco Dylan aspect of things. There's hope for you yet!lol, so many questions and thing, so little answers, well, actually here, you'll see what I mean in this chapter.

Azury: Awwww.no, poor baby! OMG, you need to get better, like...now! I command you! Well, maybe this will cheer you up and this chapter I give you your wish, you find out more about Adrian and ...Michael. You''ll see amd yes, Jake has some emotional issue

LIZZAAY: Is away at camp, so damn, but i know you'll be reading this! So...HI! did you bag any hot guys for me yet?

Warning: You find out Michael's dirty secret...and what Jake did to him to get him there and yes now Black Rose you can hate him

Chapter 23: Untitled ...I dunno, what is this, 4 or something?

Blue skies filled the summer day as kids ran around in circles at the park, screaming nonsense at each other, and jumping on each other's backs. Adrian, a boy with mellow features: Blackish blue short raven hair cut into a boyish bob, brown hazel eyes that dripped with pain and agony if you looked for more than 5 seconds and lips that curl into a snare if necessary looked longingly out there, wishing that he could recapture his stolen youth and be…happy again. Instead he looked up, sadly as a man approached him with his hands in his pocket and gave him a look.

"An hour?" He asked quietly," 50 bucks…"

The person pulled out a hundred and tossed it at him," My car's over there…" They said slowly, as if they didn't have a car in the world. Adrian looked at the bill, oh great, now an hour, he thought sadly. Shifting slightly, he got up with the man and made his way to the car, dry smile stuck on his face.As he climbed into the back seat of the car the only thing that he could think about was Michael. All he remembered was the day he found him, sitting on the floor in the cold November rain and whispering to himself quietly.

He shut the door close.

"Hey…you…kid" Adrian started, flipping his hair out from his eyes. The November night air crisply sliced through his skin, which was already frozen as Michel's Hazel eyes connected with his black ones. They were black literally, someone didn't agree with his paying rate and decided to get the job and then smack him around. He was used to that though.

"What do you want?" Michael's words were rushed and angry," I only do work for more than 10 dollars…"

"No, no" Adrian said, shaking his head," I've seen you around-"

"I don't do kinky for more than 25 dollars. No S and M for more than 30. Whips, chains, bondage, sadism, or anything else is 50 tops-" Michael continued, biting his nails as a source of food.

"Not that. I was wondering I you-"

"Role playing is 15 dollars, unless it involves other things, then It'll cost you extra" Michael went on, rolling off his price list. As Adrian watched him ramble on he couldn't help but feel bad, the kid knew the tricks and techniques well, and he didn't know if that was a good or bad thing yet.

"No kissing on the lips and you can't piss on me" Michael finished, as his stomach growled he re contemplated." Okay, you can piss on me for 100. Where's your car?"

"I don-"

"An alley? You want an alley then?"

"No-"

"Parking lot?"

"N-"

"Truck? Free way? Box?"

"No-"

"Then where do you want it?"

"No where" Adrian snapped.

"Bu-"

Adrian clasped a hand over Michael's mouth," I'm like you. I was wondering did you need a place to stay because my room mate is moving out And I saw you around here for the past few days sleeping on the bench" He finally let go.," What do you say?"

"Do you have food?"

"No" Adrian said sadly," But we can split tricks, double the money"

Michael looked as if he was thinking things over before he nodded and picked up a plastic bag." Okay, I'll come"

"Save that for the next trick" Adrian said dryly.

" I don't like to talk, just do this and get it over with…" The man said harshly.

"What do you want?" Adrian said, taking off his sunglasses that held a new black eye and un zipping his shirt.

"What are you good at?"

"A little bit of everything" Adrian said, eyes flickering with pain as he pulled his arm out of one sleeve, revealing a long row of red marks and bruises. Him and Michael were a jack of all trades, everything they had in common was their downfall.

"Then give me a little bit of everything" The man gruffly replied.

Adrian opened the shabby apartment door, holding Michael's hand in the dark because he had no good vision at the moment what so ever and felt for the light switch. Once it was on Michael took in his surroundings: One ripped up couch, on bed, a stove and a hole in the corner that served as a toilet." It's not much-" Adrian began.

"It'll suffice" Michael said, cutting him off and throwing his bag onto the floor." Do you want me to sleep on the floor or-"

"I uh- I dunno. Sleep on the bed, I'll take the couch. I always have a thing for springs in my back anyways" Adrian said dully. "There's some…bread, over there. I should go get something, I think, before we shrivel up" He picked up his coat from the floor," I think it's safe to say you won't raid the place while I'm gone. I'll be back in like 10 minutes" And with that he left.

Michael looked around, noticing the pale tiling, the ceiling that was leaking, the wall paper which was dropping the smell of what seemed to be a mixture of beer, death and depression. Ahh, he was right at home all over again. Take a ring out of his plastic bag he slipped it onto his finger, stuck a hand behind his head and took the couch, he'd let Adrian have the bed.

After the ordeal was over, Adrian counted up the money, resulting in a mere 200 dollars for that day. 100 from the previous man, 25 from a young college student who wanted a good time without the attachment, and 75 dollars from an elderly woman. He was afraid to even try and recap that event. His back was sore, being in the back seat of a car is one thing, but being cramped up in a frat party's bathroom is a whole other situation.

Raising his sore eyes to the setting sun, he walked stiffly over towards the entrance of the park to go home. If the odds were with him, he'd get at least a half hour of sleep before he has to start his 1 am shift. There was nothing to keep him going incept for his murmurings filled with "Another Day, another buck". When he's with Michael he'd always tease " don't you mean another day, another fuck?". Well, Michael wasn't with him at the moment, so he had nothing to think about as he walked home. Just that the faster he got some money, the faster Michael would be back.

And that was all that mattered.

Jake pinched his cheeks in the mirror, making them as flushed as possible before letting go he looked at his deafly reflection and tilted his head to the side.

Michael has nothing to do with this, you know. His mind said quietly. You know that this is all about you, not getting what you want. Which is Michael. But you don't want him, you need him. And now that he's finally moved on you want to drag him back. Be loveable Mikey again.

He resisted the urge to smack and shatter the mirror as someone knocked on the door. "Come in" Jake called out in a weak voice, focusing back on the mirror again. Robert's appearance startled him as he smiled warmly and turned the faucet on," My hands got really messed up from that finger paint, Mikey and Marky love to get their hands dirty"

"Yeah…kids" Jake trailed off, making a face." I'm sorry for all the drama, last night, you know. It doesn't really have anything to do with any body in the house besides us, I don't want anybody getting dragged into it."

"Michael seems interesting enough, from what I've heard from him, so were you" Robert stated casually.

"You talked to him?" Jake asked, suddenly rigid.

"Well, yeah. And boy, he's pretty fucked up" Robert turned the dial again and pulled the soap into his hands to make an affectionate lather. " He is in shambles, emotionally and physically. You did a pretty good job" He finally turned off the water and walked out the room, pausing to say," But he's not as fucked up as you"

Jake just sighed and ran his hands through his hair, angrily before sliding his back down to the floor and sitting there, lost in thought.

"Okay, the ball dance thingy is tomorrow, who am I going to go with?" Marco stressed out, pacing around the room driving the boys crazy. He had finally decided to ditch the drama for one day while he tried to enjoy the ball, then he'd go back into super dad and fuss over Jake. Until then, it was a new drama: What to wear?

" Dressy, or formal? Casual or flashy? Hip or Hip Hop? Trendy or Bland?" Marco screeched out.

Ryan sighed and rolled his eyes while Andy took sympathy on him," Everyone, get out, now". He commanded strongly, Ryan and Pete ambled out while Marci began to when Andy stopped him," No, not you, we're going to make you-"

"Fabulous?" Marco finished.

"Yes!"

"Well don't I already am" He stated smoothly," I just don't know which of my looks to go with"

Andy looked at him, a smirk wide on his face before stating," Okay" He said, " Let's figure out your style…I think for this type of dance you'd need to look…formal, preppy…" He stuck a hand on his face and ran the other long fingers through his hair," Um…punky…fretty…pretty…sexy…prude…indie"

"Indie?" Marco repeated.

"Yeah, just leave it to me" Andy said as he pulled Marco with him into the closet.

"Do you think he raped him yet?" Ryan asked, looking at his watch.

"Yeah, twice" Pete said dully," Maybe even 4 times, look at how long they've been in there…"

"Oh…Andy!" Marco yelled.

"What the fuc-" Pete stopped, placing his ear to the door, pulling Ryan against him to listen.

"This is…so….so…" Marco stuttered, crying out again.

"I didn't think Marco was a talker when he had sex" Ryan murmured.

"Shhh…" Pete pressed harder against the door," I wanna hear this word for word"

"I…Andy, you- cut cut my hair!" Marco said, scared to look in the mirror.

"Please, I did you a favor, and I only cut off like 2 inches. You're almost a man now, Marco. Babyish looks are over" Andy said, throwing a shirt at him along with a pair of jeans. "Besides, you look fuckin' hot"

"Hotter" Marco corrected, running his hands through his shorter locks of hair, they were still the same color and everything, but they felt different…

"What the hell is this?" Marco asked, pulling his hand out of his hair and wiping the moisture between his fingers,

"Product, hun" Andy said," Do I have to go through Gay 101 with you?"

"I don't use product" Marco grumbled," My hair is natural…"

"So is mines" Andy said, pointing to his perfect wave of hair, " It's an enhancer, to make us even more beautiful"

"My look isn't everything tonight"

"To your date, it probably will be." Andy said, silencing him and pushing him forward towards the mirror," Look," He said, strongly," I'm pretty sure you'll like what you'll see"

Marco glanced un easily into the mirror and burst out with the largest smile he could ever muster. Andy just ran an arm across his shoulder and sighed into the mirror," Yes, I know. I'm magical"

"I glow"

"You always did, just touched ya up…"

"He touched him up?" Ryan repeated, " Wow, Andy is a magician"

"I know, you should see what he can do with his tongue…" Pete trailed off.

"What?" Ryan asked.

"Never mind…umm…they're coming towards the door…"

The two boys moved back to their lounging positions against the banister and watched as Marco opened the door, coming out looking wonderful and Andy behind him, glittering as usual." Look, the fairy sprinkled his dust and look what happened" Pete snaked.

"A flower bloomed" Ryan finished.

"I'm sorry, boys, but when I have an easy pallet to work with my art is always unfathomable" Andy stated plainly.

"Where the hell do these sudden bouts of intelligence come on?" Pete asked, confused as hell.

"I dunno" Andy giggled," But you said bout…"

Pete rolled his eyes," Marco, you look…" He stopped, thinking of a word.

"Damn fine" Ryan finished.

"Can you stop finishing my-"

"Sentences?" Ryan asked cutely," No. I can't the fact that I always know what you're thinking"

Andy and Marco exchanged a look," Can you watch after Jake, and Mike…and Sarah and Mike and Mark and Robert and Lizzie and whoever the hell else lives here while I go and get that mystery date that Jake set up for me, please?"

"We were gonna go hang out somewhere but I guess we can watch the little devils" Andy volunteered.

"Oh, thanks Andy, I owe you one" Marco kissed him on the cheek," Well, lemme go and look for my prince charming. I'll see you guys later" Marco said as he hugged Pete and Ryan and went out the door.

"He wants me" Andy said proudly.

Ryan stared at him.

Pete stared at Ryan staring at him.

There was a lot of staring going on, and they weren't positive looks, either.