Oh what's this? An update? Again. No, she can't do tha- NO IMPOSSIBLE SHE JUST-- OMG I THINK I'M GONNA-

Yes. I did just update.

I'm doing it again.

Why?

Because I'm awesome.

And in a good mood (Or maybe it's the fact that I just ready some awesome Killer! Shower! Smut and am happily listening to the stills while drinking tea with a little too much sugar in it)

Chapter 8: Antics

He felt split in two, he had two separate lives. As Andrew Rhyes, he was a powerful actor, always in control. He had wonderful grades, a wonderful boyfriend and an extravagant social life.

And then there was Michael Sullivan. Dead slut boy Michael Sullivan, insecure, broken and lonely.

As he stood in the mirror he decided fuck the public, Michael Sullivan was dead. All he did was switch his middle name and take his mother's maiden name. It wasn't that hard. Hell, he could get it officially changed if he wanted.

Yeah, Michael….

Andrew smiled into the mirror, lips pursed and skin glowing.

Michael Sullivan was dead/

"Andrew, wonderful of you to join us, with your pants up I notice" Elliot said with a kind laugh as she tipped down her glasses. " I would like for you to meet your other director, but he's inside the dressing room busying himself with the mirror. I swear, he gets more dolled up than the actors"

Andrew titled his head to the side," No problem, I'll go in there. Pants up as well" He smirked as she spiraled into a fit of laughter," Oh Andrew, you're so charming". Andrew walked down the hall into the dressing room to see a man with Blonde hair and green eyes leaning over the mirror, blowing on it for whatever reason. He wore a shirt with the top three buttons undone, and jeans, tight and snug. Sunglass hung loosely around the collar of his shirt as he turned around and sighed out " Damn spray, screws up the glass." He glanced up, a smirk rolling across his lips," Ah…you must be Michael…"

"Andrew, please" Mic- Andrew said, holding out his hand. The man didn't take it and however circled around him," You look sort of depressed, any troubles? " He held up his hand as Andrew began to speak," Hold that emotion, I want it to explode out on stage in a erotic explosion"

Andrew smirked," You're rather vivid with your plan"

"I'm a writer, Andrew. We have dreams of darkness as well as light, we choose which side to write about. And I suppose that our writing effects us…and our loved ones…I just happened to have chose darkness"

"I've noticed" Andrew nodded as he came over to him, close, until they were inches away," My name's Roscoe," He said with a tilt of his head, ear ring jingling, " I can't wait to work with you" He leaned forwards as Andrew blinked out, " What are you doing Rosc-" Pink lips descended on his cheek before they pulled away just as quickly and adjusted Mic- Andrew's tie with a wink," It's a good luck kiss. Have no worry, I have my own shambles at home to attend to."

"That's no way to speak of your girlfriend"

Roscoe snorted," He's no girl. Hardly lovely, hardly charming." He squinted," As a matter of fact, he told me to tell you hi…um…his name is Jake…ring a bell?"

Andrew's eyes flickered, " Ah…Jake." He nodded a little, intending on biting his lip but stopped because Andrew doesn't bite his lip…Michael did. Michael was dead." He's a wonderful character. But enough about him, where's my partner in crime for the story?"

"Oh, no no" Roscoe shook his head," We haven't cast a Matt yet. That's where I come in, since Elliot is too busy fondling and cooing over you. No offence. Just go practice your lines and I'll start the casting process. Again" Roscoe ran a hand though his hair as Andrew looked at him a bit longer.

"What's the matter?" Roscoe asked, looking up.

"Nothing, it's just this smell…you smell like…it's nothing really, but there's this perfume that I love, my friend gave it to me as a joke…Sea breeze or something of that sort"

"Oh, Jake's fault" Roscoe placed a hand to his head, " That asshole, he sprayed it on me before I left out."

'Oh" Andrew murmured as he turned around," I'll tell Elliot that you're casting…." He turned around and closed the door as Roscoe placed his hands against the mirror and snorted again," That's the Michael that Jake's head over fucking heals in love with?" He rolled his eyes in the mirror, looking around for something to throw, or curls his fingers around, but settled with seething instead," What a joke"

"One more step" Alex breathed out on to Jake, who was trying to walk over to the bathroom once more, but missed terribly and tripped, hitting his head on the toilet. As he groaned out miserably Alex hastily dropped down beside him and cradled his head, " Jake…" he sighed out, taking from the roll of tissue paper next to them and pressing it down against the slit of his cut, " What the hell is wrong with you?"

Jake sneered, holding the tissue harder and flinching a little as he sighed out, " Beats me…" He looked around before settling his eyes on Alex, who looked back at him with a broken down complex and since it hasn't been said in a long time, and since people may not know, Jake has changed quite a lot in the pass few years. His "I'll eventually drag you down with me" complex has evolved into a beautiful rendition of "Watch me wither away before your eyes and then blame yourself when I die" complex. See, it even rhymed. But now, in that moment, looking at Alex he couldn't help but lean in, cup Alex's chin with his cold skinny fingers and bring them towards his in a kiss. Alex didn't know what to do, Jake's sudden kisses were always either drunken or in a lustful fit of sleep, since they were forced to share the same bed. "Jake…" Alex murmured from the corner of his lips before giving up and letting Jake have his way, leaning forwards into his lap and tilting his head up. Jake rather enjoyed his kisses that he stole from Alex every now and then, he even closed his eyes for the occasion, but when he opened them he practically screamed at what he saw.

"Look what you've done" Michael snorted, sitting next to him, powder white.

Jake looked at him sadly and whispered," Why should you care, I'm not hurting you anymore"

"So you transfer your sadness and depression onto Alex? He doesn't deserve that. Look at him, Jake, he's me. He's skinny, pale, black haired, unkempt version of me and just because you saved him from getting killed doesn't justify what you did to me. So stop stringing him along and let the fuck go. Or else, you'll end up hurting more than just him in the end" Michael said, reaching a hand out to hold Jake's cheek. As he hollowly leaned into it Michael disappeared from sight and Jake knew it was because he needed that medication again. He pushed Alex away suddenly, having to throw up again, and Alex just pulled his hair back and held him tight because what the hell else was he supposed to do?

"Where's Pete?" Marco squinted into the glass in front of him, the cheep paper cups seemed to drab to him these days, the least he could do was get those cheep glass green and pinked colored cups from Pier 1." I mean,. I believe in being fashionably late but this is ridiculous"

"He's not coming" Ryan said, hanging up the phone," They're holding him back at the border. Something about his passport being bad." He snorted," And the fact that they think he's a cocaine dealer. Like he can deal cocaine, he's afraid of white powered substances, hell, he doesn't even like sugar in his tea."

"I was hoping he could come though, we haven't seen him in forever" Marco pouted as Ryan simply shrugged. Someone knocked on their door and he began to get up when Marco stopped him," It's just Dylan, don't open it"

"Why is he here?" Ryan seethed," Do you want me to beat him up now?"

"No…" Marco half lied," We're partners in this Language Arts class, Tommy thinks it'd be ever so uber funny to pair us up together. Do not, do not, I repeat, do not open that door"

"Well maybe instead of opening that door I say we go over there and you look in that closet" Ryan smiled and stopped," No, Harry Potter still isn't in there"

"Damn" Marco pouted as he got up anyway and peeked inside and gasped," Oh my god, Ryan silk skirts!"

"Only the best, a little going away present we can use before I leave you Paris in oh…two weeks" Ryan shrugged as Marco threw off his shirt, a simple " Alonge Perfumea" T-shirt (Yes, I am making up my own company) and pulled the skirt on. Ryan watched in amusement as Marco half hopped half ran over to him, shoved him against the wall and said " Put on your skirt, I want to have fun now"

Ryan quirked an eyebrow, Marco is very sexually dominating when he wants to be. Ryan did as Marco told him, laughing out between kisses as Marco smiled and clapped the lights, which they brought from the house, off. After a hour of the door still being banged on a make up smeared Marco and a defiantly breathless Ryan opened the door to see Dylan standing there with wide eyes and mouth open," You heard me knocking there"

"We were busy" Ryan breathed out, rubbing his ass," Christ Marco"

Marco smiled sheepishly," So why ya here Skinnyfuck"

"We have a report to do, Marco" Dylan stated, a little hurt and eyeing their matching black silk skirts.

"We can do it later, I wasn't done…with…" Marco trailed off as Ryan shook his head," Oh no, you're not touching me any time soon" He backed out of the room and waved his hands," I'm off to take a shower, you two have fun"

Marco murmured, turning around. " Stay here" He closed the door, to go get dressed and yelled out at Ryan," You're right, I'm not touching you anytime soon!"