A/N- The first music video is Simple Plan's Welcome to My Life. The second is Green Day's Boulevard of Broken Dreams.

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3- Everything Evil Just Walked Through the Door

This isn't going to go well. In no effort did JJ try to help. Maybe he was a bad friend. Or it was his way of telling Drake he did not approve. JJ knew it was the latter, but if you were to ask Drake, he would say JJ was being a dick.

So JJ didn't like the fact that a certain someone was soon going to be coming over. They had never met and JJ would prefer that it'd stay that way. But Drake insisted; said he really--

JJ couldn't bare to think that his partner, his friend, his roommate, his love, was in love with someone else. And to top it off--a woman.

He continued watching Drake clean; occasionally he'd point out a missed spot and Drake would simply growl at him. Getting annoyed with the harmless growls, JJ told Drake about the image of the Shih Tzu he'd had about a month ago. Never again did the brown-eyed man growl or make any dog noise again.

The floors were polished, windows spotless, and items were put back were they belonged. JJ wanted to burn the place down.

Blue eyes darted around as they followed their object of lust throughout the too-neat apartment. Drake went to cleaning to cooking and back again. This process must've repeated itself ten times before he stayed put in the kitchen.

JJ was furiously flipping channels, not wanting to watch tv but simply to push something so hard to get out the anger. Apparently, he pushed too hard as the 'Up' button on the remote stuck. The channels whizzed by as he tried to pry the squishy button from the hole. Finally it freed itself, and the tv stopped changing. JJ quickly tossed the remote across the room and moaned loudly when he realized the tv was stuck on MTV.

"Fucking fantastic. I'm not in the mood for gay reality shows!" He spat. "If I want to see reality, I'll go to Central Park. But hell, Boiling Points or something could be there!" He paused a moment to deliberate over what he had just said. Two things popped into his head: 1-MTV should be RTV for reality television. He couldn't remember a time without Punk'd, Viva La Bam, or Pimp My Ride. 2- He compared MTV to himself for being gay. And that was a complete disgrace to him.

He closed his eyes in fear of what he would see after the last commercial faded. He expected to hear the common voices of Ashton Kutcher or Bam Margera. Instead, to his complete and utter surprise, a melodious voice he'd heard somewhere before accompanied by a guitar. He slowly opened one eye, then another, and to his amazement saw --gasp! A music video! "Didn't MTV ban these things!"

The lyrics were sad and disheartening. They pressed subjects of dark times and depression. About being lost, hurt, and alone.

"I feel for you, buddy," JJ muttered as he watched the singer precariously sit on a high ledge. "I know exactly how you feel. Been there, done that." As the song faded away, it was soon replaced by another. "MTV is playing two in a row! Wow…but I'm still not impressed."

JJ watched in awe as the band performed one of his favorite songs. It had the same concept as the last one, being depressed and alone. He was not one that usually sits down to watch music videos, but he was enjoying the two he's seen so far. It's been years since he watched them. "Maybe MTV lost it's touch a bit, but they still know who's in and what's good.."

JJ choked on his words as the next video started playing. "I take that back." The video starred half-naked women gyrating their hips all on the ghettoish guys who were producing words faster than JJ could comprehend. He was very turned off at this moment that he was sure Drake could walk in butt-naked and he wouldn't be able to get it up. Not like that would ever happen, but it's just an example to demonstrate how disgusting the video was. Even so, he continued watching it, too angered that the remote was out of arms reach to actually get up and retrieve it.

Commercials soon appeared and he'd never been more thankful. But of course, since this day has been so good to him, it was one of those ads where you want to strangle everyone involved in it.

It was then when Drake decided to make an appearance. He looked at the tv, then to JJ, then back again. JJ guessed that his roommate was very dizzy by now with all the switching back and forth. In fact, he was surprised Drake was still standing.

JJ, trying to be smooth and indignant, ignored the new presence. Another round of videos popped up, completely baffling the thirty-four year old.

"MTV, JJ?" Drake sounded like he was in pain. JJ didn't answer, pretending to be too engrossed in the video where some scary looking people were in a funeral home, some even dancing. He cocked his head to the side, deciding whether or not he liked it. He decided he did like the sound, but the video sent shivers down his spine. JJ heard Drake say, "My Chemical Romance."

"Eh?" He finally acknowledged Drake's company and turned to look at him. Drake pointed a bandaged finger at the screen. "My Chemical Romance," he repeated.

"Oh." JJ nodded and looked back at the screen. Sure enough it read, 'Helena, My Chemical Romance, 3 Cheers for Sweet Revenge.' "They're good," he commented. He took a mental noted to download the song later--legally of course.

"Yeah, if you like screaming," Drake replied. Obviously he didn't care for them. But JJ learned long ago that neither one of them would agree on music. That's why it was forbidden in the car. If they listened to it here at the apartment, they usually feuded by the loudness of their speakers. JJ always won the fight since he had a better quality of speakers.

JJ was more into the alternative scene, early 90's music, and a dashing of classical. Drake, on the other hand, had a stretch between soft rock, 80's, and country. They did, however, agree that there was no rap whatsoever.

"Barf," JJ whispered without realizing it. Drake cocked his eyebrows at the statement.

"You feel sick?" He asked, putting a hand on the younger detective's forehead. JJ jerked away.

"NO!" Inside his head was continuing with, 'But I will be once she gets here.' But he kept his mouth shut before that thought left his mouth. It made him feel sort of low in a way. He should be happy that Drake's happy…right? That's how the saying goes, isn't it? As long as the one you love is happy, you should be too.

"What a bullshit lie." JJ smacked his head when he heard himself voice his angry thoughts. Drake was taken aback, and tried to rack his brain to remember what he could have possibly caused an outburst like that.

"Am I missing something?" he asked. "Do you want to tell me something?"

"No," he said. But what he wanted to say was, 'Yeah, I love you, you stupid idiot.'

The time of dread finally came. There was a sharp rap on the door and Drake shot over and opened it quickly. JJ saw arms wrap around Drake's well-built form, and a shrill, too-giddy voice chattered behind him excitedly. Then he saw a sprig of white-blonde hair over his shoulder. She then peeked under Drake's arm and her green eyes shined as she caught her first glimpse of JJ. She waved sporadically and skipped over to her new acquaintance.

"Hi!" She smiled sweetly and stuck out her hand. "I'm Cyndi-Beth McCoy. Just call me Cyndi." JJ had to stifle a laugh. Drake had mentioned her name only a few times before and JJ had always said she sounded like she was from down south. And JJ got an even bigger kick out of the whole thing when Drake mentioned she was from Arkansas. Drake also mentioned names like Bobby Joe, Dixie, and Belle. JJ had a hard time keeping down his snickers.

JJ gave her a once over. She was quite good-looking. Cyndi appeared to have a perfect hourglass figure and was very busty. Her face was painted delicately enough to enhance her features, but not too much to be overdone. Cyndi seemed to be perfect. But she seemed too be falsely sweet. She was like a maple tree that kept leaking sap everywhere.

He extended his hand and shook hers. "JJ," he said simply.

"Nice to meet you!" She smiled more, revealing perfect, straight, white teeth.

"Mmm hmm."

Cyndi proceeded to sit down next to him on the plush couch. She sort of giggled and shook her upper body as she settled in. "Oh! I love them!" She pointed to the tv screen which was still on MTV. JJ saw who she was referring to and wanted to gag.

They weren't going to get along. And wasn't just the fact that they were secretly fawning over the same person. JJ just had a strong aversion to hillbillies, country music, and curvaceous women. And since she fell in all those categories, it was instant hate.