Chapter 5: Perfection

I am going through hell with high school aplications right now, so here's the next chapter. Some of it may sound familiar/ Love you all

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The perfection that was his eyes was more than any soul could handle, with pure eyes and lips like roses, curved to perfection. His hair looked like the finest silks woven together to be his hair--

Robert put the book down, he couldn't read anymore of this bullshit. "Where are you going?" He asked as he noticed Michael still trying to fit into his jeans.

"I'm…" Michael puffed out, hopping to the right. " Going to another…." He hopped to the left, almost catching the zipper, " Transmission party" He finished, pulling them up," Wanna come?"

"No" Robert shook his head tiredly," I have to study, you go be a bad holly wood boy, I'll be here when you get back"

Michael smiled as Robert murmured Dork and turned to leave," I was hoping you'd say that"

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Jake slumped against the walls, his bosses warnings of taking the night off ringing in his ear, the throbbing of the sudden cold wrapped it's fingers around his mind. He steadied himself with one hand on the wall now, the tray lopsidedly tilted to the side, lowered eyes, flushed cheeks and dry hands. Alex watched from a corner, hands inside his pockets, hushed and talking to someone about some type of art piece.

"It's quite boring isn't it?" Someone murmured into his ear and he turned around quickly. Hair smacking himself and glanced up to see that Andrew kid next to him again.

"Yeah" Jake shrugged," It is. I don't even know why I work here" He looked him up and down, something was off. " Shouldn't there be a rabid fan girl base chasing you right about now?"

Michael smiled, looking at the worn down man, " Yeah, they should, but they aren't. My friend is taking care of that." He nodded over to a kid with the laptop and Jake pinched the bridge of his nose in agitation at the build up. His cheeks flushed. Michael, brown eyes and a dark look of content, settled on his face for a little bit longer as he murmured," Are you sick?"

Jake straightened himself up," No….I uh…"

Michael raised his eyebrows at him.

"Yeah" Jake sighed in defeat," I am. But I just had to come in today. The rent has to be paid"

"Jake?" Michael asked the name and a twinge filled both their bodies, but the effect wore off quickly. " Can you get me a glass of water? Could you show me where to get the glass of water, it's hot inside of here, and all this chatter makes me sick"

Jake, whose sweaty hands were working their way through his hair nodded and guided Michael through a crowd of strangers, people with glasses tipped to their phony lips, glasses poised on the edge of their noses and lips up turned with disdain because they were indeed better than you. Once they were in the back kitchen, Michael glass in hand, Jake leaning against the edge of the of the table. Jake murmured," It's hot"

Michael smiled politely and leaned over towards the door, which lead to the garden and walked out, Jake followed, if only in desperate need of some air." You should go see a doctor about that" Michael stated in a formal air, swirling the water in his glass around," I had a friend that was sick before, it's not so much fun to watch someone wither away"

"Tell me about it" Jake murmured, coughing into his fist before focusing his eyes at the flowers hanging like nooses around them. After a few moments of silence Michael wondered aloud," Can I ask you a question? I know we don't really know each other… but I think I need a person- a stranger's opinion on this"

Jake shrugged, coughed and then nodded," Sure, why not?"

"Okay" Michael took a breath, eyes falling to the floor as he finished off the glass." Have you ever had the strange pulling feeling that something is missing? That you may have everything, but nothing at the same time? I mean, I used to have that feeling…." He trailed off, bit his lip, Jake looked down to the floor, nervous people bite their lips.

Michael bit his lips.

"I used to have that feeling" Michael started again, " And when I think about it-" Michael snorted," It seems so dumb that I was to have this feeling of like…"

"What?" Jake whispered, entranced within the person's passion of speech and sorrow. He felt as if he had wrapped his mind about the very being of confusion in his own like and then some fucked up actor comes along. Just his luck. Another person to save.

"Love, undying, unyielding love. Ever felt that?"

"It's fucking horrible" Jake droned out, picking up and flower and crushing it.

Michael's eyes lit up," Yes yes, horrible. I somehow knew you'd understand. It's horrible Jake. And I miss it. I miss that pain"

"Andrew" Jake said in a quiet voice, eyes squinting in the dull moonlight. The plastic fake classical music from inside floated around then as he tried to think properly and sighed instead. " Whatever love…or glimmer of love you may feel, it's gone." He said it dryly. " Love is a word, a nasty four letter word that people toss around as an excuse for their actions at the current time. It's a word of dangerous and epic proportions. It causes devistation. Terror and depression." He bit his lip as Michael's eyes widened with shock and anticipation for Jake to finish. "It's better you feel empty than to love at all"

"But Jake" Michael's voice was excited," Have you ever felt this way? To cause you to think that--"

"My first and only love was my darkest period in my life" Jake said, point blank. " It was a spiraling black hole of emotions, ups and downs and pain. It made me realize that whatever I do in life, I should never do that again"

"Love again?" Michael asked.

"Never" Jake whispered," Never Andrew"

They stood outside in silence for a while, incept for when Jake would cough or Michael would shift around. The moonlight littered their hair, and Michael suddenly felt very raw inside, a feeling he hadn't felt in a while. These words that some person, some kid, named Jake…stirred these past emotions inside of him back to the surface. Why should all of these words terrify him so much? Was it because on some level he knew it was true? Or was he just merely being lulled on by his words. Jake stood up, slightly, bracing his hands on the brick wall that lined the back of it and reached over to Michael, who was lost in his own dark pool of thoughts, for support before steadying himself and placing a hand over his chest. "I'm sorry" Jake apologized," I shouldn't have said that"

"No, no, I am actually glad that you did. I think I needed to hear that" Michael smiled thoughtfully as he frowned at Jake's sudden paleness and dry eyes." Are you sure you're okay?" He squinted as Jake's flushed cheeks puffed out with air and Jake shook his head in a sad attempt of communication as he lost his barings and fell slightly to the left, into Michael's chest. "Could you get me to a friend…named Alex? He's inside" Jake said between tiny breaths," I just…ah…" He paused, " I- he'll know what to do"

Michael, a little dazed, a little everything, nodded as he guided Jake inside the room in search of Alex.

Marco bounced around the corner of the room, sweeping, cleaning, singing, dancing all at the same time. He needed to do some serious thinking so you know what had to come….

An ice cream bucket the size of a tub sat on the table on the other side of the room. Music blasted out of his speakers. And since he was in a sour mood he was playing Franz Ferdinand's song on repeat, over and over again. "Michael…not my son's ex but the Michael in the song, come and dance with me Michael" but it was to no avail, because it just didn't sound right, so inside he started moaning around to Bright Eyes, because that'll get you depressed real quick.

Andy, who was on speaker phone and on the road with Tilly and Brian in the middle of nowhere sighed out " Marco don't trouble yourself"

Brian snorted," Yeah, Dylan's like the bad character in every book, he hangs around for a while, causes trouble and then leaves"

"Was Dylan hot?" Tilly asked, the back seat her unofficial bed for the time being.

"No" Brian lied.

"Georgous" Andy whispered as Marco cried out." I heard that. And who cares about Dylan? I was talking about Rye"

"Ryan won't be angry" Brian sighed out. " But if he is, pretend like you twisted that ankle when you jumped the banister."

"Don't listen to him" Andy rolled his eyes." I don't see what the matter is here. Dylan is back. So what? You are still with Ryan, remember that Marco"

Marco cried even harder.

"This is stupid" Brian groaned," We'll have to smack some sence into him"

"No violence" Andy cried.

"Gay violence" Tilly cheered as Brian and Andy smirked at each other.

"Christ, remember, this is Michael's girl, not yours. Do not corupt her with your stupidness" Marco warned, laughing. The door knob turned to the left and he gasped out as Ryan came in soaking wet and had a scowl on his face. " What happened?"

"Hey sexy" Andy crooned on the phone.

"Hey Andy, hey Brian, no I don't want to sing Franz Ferdinand, so don't ask me," He said before Marco opened his mouth.

"I smell gay drama, so we'll call you back later" Andy said, hanging up as Ryan fell into the couch and crossed his arms. Marco looked skeptical before joining him. "What happened to you?"

"Dylan, we got into a fight and he shoved me into the pool" Ryan murmured, wringing out the sleeves of his shirt," That bastard. But I did shove him off the diving board, so it's all good"

Marco snorted," I'm so sorry Ryan"

"For what?" Ryan asked, eyebrows raised as he continued trying to dry himself off, but soaking the couch instead," It's not like you invited Dylan here or something"

Marco looked beyond relieved," You're not angry?"

"Do I look it?" Ryan asked," I just want a shower" He looked at him.

"Oh" Marco murmured, springing up," A shower"

Ryan kissed him on the head before walking down the hall. Marco looked around, grinning, before he followed behind him

"Alex?" Came the soft reply

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Alex asked as he hovered over him.

"How the fuck would I know, you don't have your hands out" Jake murmured, agitated and sitting up.

"He's okay" Alex said with a smile, rolling his eyes as he backed away. Jake sat up, rubbing his head as blue eyes focused together and Alex snorted. "Where's Andrew?"

Alex's face looked pale," Andrew?"

"The boy that dragged me in here towards you" Jake drawled out.

"Mi-…oh Andrew…." Alex twisted his face up in agitation," He had to leave, sadly, but he said he was sorry." Alex looked away," We should get out of here and get you to bed before Roscoe bitches at me for not taking care of you"

. Jake hugged his arm as Alex pulled him up and murmured into his hair," You take care of me just fine" The whisper curled like smoke between his ears as Alex strayed away from his eyes and sighed out again.