Chapter 4
"Wh..what do you mean am I going to America!". The singer had quickly got up from where he had been sitting, then stepped in front of the novelist and looked down at him, glaring with his light pink hues which seemed to be a slightly darker color from the fire of anger which had began to burn within him now. "Tch..even if you do go. What the hell does something like that have to do with me?". The novelist had slowly lifted his right hand up to place the cigarette in between his index and middle finger, letting it escape from his soft pink lips, but as soon as he had lifted his hand, the singer had grabbed it quickly, gripping onto it tightly with both of his hands, pouting loudly now as tears began to stream down the corners of his eyes..rolling down his cheeks slowly..doing everything within his power to just keep his eyes open to look at the person he had always loved which sat before him. "I felt as if I needed to tell you Yuki! I told you about this last week! Don't you even remember! I told you because I care! I..I don't want to leave you, but I also know that if I stay here right now and miss this chance, then I may not ever get another one like it again, and I want to remain as a singer, but love you at the same time!". The novelist did not even blink to the singer's breakdown. The boy had quickly brought his head down into the novelist's lap, screaming now as he tried to cover his tears by letting them pour onto the novelist's black dress pants..muffled cries being heard.
"What do I do Yuki! I want you and the band, but…but…". Before even finishing the rest of his sentence, the boy had continued to cry. "Quit whining. You need to stop with this bi-polar shit you brat. I'm tired of you acting as if you enjoy blowing me, then you go crying and shit every time you get done, trying to be all dramatic about everything. Just do whatever the fuck you want to and shut up. You're annoying..". The novelist had finally found a way to bring his right arm free from the boy's grasp and lifted his hand up to place the halfway burned cigarette in between his index and middle finger..reaching over to his left now, over towards his coffee table, he tapped the cigarette lightly, knocking some ashes into the ashtray. The singer's crying had finally come to a stop, a smirk curling upon the novelist's lips now, hearing what seemed to be the sound of relaxation which had awaited him. "If…if that's the way you..feel about it…" the boy had slowly lifted his head up and screamed to the other's face now, "then you can do whatever the fuck you want to with your god damn books you asshole!".
The best reaction the singer had got out of the novelist was a slight blink and his cigarette being lifted back up to his lips now, only to have a thin stream of smoke blown into his young face. Without hesitation, the singer had quickly brought himself to his feet, walking over towards the front door now. "Whew….". Another thin stream of smoke had blown fluidly in between the novelist's soft pink lips as he watched it rise to his ceiling once more, not even looking at the pink haired boy as he walked towards the door. "Ah..a bit of advice brat. Don't bother coming back.". Just before the boy had reached the doorway, he had looked down to the floor, clenching not only his teeth now, but his fist as well as he stomped his right foot gently onto the wooden floor, he had quickly turned the doorknob and stormed out of the novelist's house..slamming the door behind him now.
Author's Note: I just wanted everyone to know that I am sorry for not getting this out sooner than I did. I was recently dealing with some personal/family problems. Anyways. Everything is solved now. Please forgive this belated chapter. Thank you!