TURKEY DAY IS TOMRROW LOVLIES! SO BACK TO BACK UPDATES AGAIN! Why? cause I love you all so much of course. So um, yeah, happy holidays my leiblings! TIME FOR SOME ANGST WOOO!

Chapter 15: Love To Hurt You

"I didn't think you could make it" He whispered out as Michael took his hand and shook his head furiously," I know. I know" His hair smacked him in the face," But I couldn't take it. I had to see you, I had to see you…cause…cause I love you Jakey" Michael murmured, flinging his arms around him and pulling him closer. " I love you so much…" He cried as Jake's arms went limp.

"Jakey?"

Michael pulled on him. " Jakey….?"

"Jake" Andrew whispered into his ear. " You've been hugging me for 5 minutes and as much as I'm glad to see you…"

Jake flushed and let go," Sorry, must've dosed off. Been doing that lately" He shook his head and gestured to the seat next to him," Please sit" Jake looked around and spotted Roscoe sneering at him before asking blindly," I thought you said your boyfriend was tagging along? I was hoping on meeting him?"

"So you could fuck him too?" Roscoe snarked quietly as Jake kicked him under the table.

Andrew smiled politely, "S'not felling good. You know how colds are. Bitches to get rid of." He leaned over the table," Roscoe, why did you call for this little dinner anyway? I'm sure we could cut through all the bullshit and get to the point, I have a few pressing matters to attend to" He directed his stare at Jake, who felt weak under it.

"The kissing scene" Roscoe smiled out. " We need to practice the kissing scene"

Jake raised his eyes," What kissing scene?"

"The one before Jude dies"

"Brilliant" Andrew beamed, " When?"

"You could do it now I suppose….don't mind me. S'not like it's the first time--" Jake kicked him again and shyly looked at Andrew," How are we supposed to do this?"

"Just picture the person you love most in the world" Andrew breathed slowly as Jake's eyelids fluttered. " We can take our time…if you like"

Alex gripped Robert's hand," No, don't do anything"

"Why the hell not? Michael knows Alex, don't you understand--"

"Clearly. Which means he's going to fuck with Jake. And they won't know what's happening until the end"

"What are you talking about"

"The kissing scene" Alex sighed out," Roscoe wrote the kissing scene as 10 minutes of the play. In those 10 minutes both Jake and Michael are going recite their own words back to each other from years ago…I told him everything I could remember, and that's why I asked you if you remembered any of their arguments."

Robert gasped," He's sinful"

"He gets the reaction he needs on stage. They find each other again…"

"And when that happens?"

"We'll stay out the way. Don't help Michael"

"Why the hell not?" Robert asked again and Alex just rolled his eyes, " Just watch…." They were positioned behind the plant a table over from them, so their conversations and actions were within reach.

Andrew leaned over from the table and reached out and grabbed the back of Jake's hair. " Don't go to fast…" Jake stuttered and Roscoe couldn't tell if he wrote that in the script or if Jake was just saying that under his own will.

"I won't" Michael whispered out. He pulled him forwards, painfully slow and it took every inch and power in Robert's body to not reach out and smack the shit out of Michael. He tilted his head to the side a little bit, brown eyes shimmering, hands cold. He smiled," Better?" He brushed against his cheek with warm hands," No rush…"

"No rush…" Jake whispered, as if under a trance as he placed his lips upon him.

Robert groaned and slid into his seat.

"Oh Dio Mio" Alex smacked his hand to his head.

While they were "practicing" Roscoe flipped open his cell phone and waited.

Robert felt a buzz in his pocket and picked it up," Hello?"

Roscoe snorted," You're boyfriend is quite the fucker. Literarily"

"How did you get this number?" Robert asked as Alex slid over to be near the phone as well.

"I have connections. I'm glad you're enjoying the show" Roscoe waved a little at them," You don't conceal the way you hide very well. Good thing those idiots can't see you"

Alex sighed," What's your point?"

"I just thought that we could come up with an alliance…" Roscoe trailed off as Jake accidentally knocked a cup off the table with his arm," You're skin is so flushed Jake…" Andrew whispered.

"Of what sort?"

"To get these two the hell away from each other…see something…wait actually" Roscoe clapped his hands," Good practice kiddies. I have to go to the little boy's rooms. Those damn drinks wear on a boy's blatter after a while…"

Andrew and Jake simply nodded. Roscoe turned and then made a left and placed himself next to Alex and Robert. " What's the plan?"

"I have a feeling that Michael knows" Roscoe smiled and Robert shook his head in agitation. " Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"A writer" Roscoe shrugged," And that's besides the point. It seems Michael has become a little fucked in the mind wouldn't you say so yourself Robby?"

"Don't call me Robby" Robert sneered out. " I guess you could say that…"

"Well, just listen to what they talk about. I'm sure this is amusing" He chuckled to himself," Oh god, a love octagon. How dreadful"

Jake sighed tiredly, rubbing his pale black eyes and smiling," I'm sorry Andrew, for everything so far…you know, I mean I just feel so out of it…like I'm walking on a fucking….tight rope or something, blinded"

"Hurting yourself isn't the answer" Andrew whispered quietly.

"I know" Jake nodded, turned his head away though.

"Wait…Jake" Andrew stopped for a second. Stopped and pulled at his arms," What are you doing?" Jake asked, trying to pull away but Andrew was persistent and rolled up his sleeves and looked away. " Jake…" He murmured, closing his eyes. Bitter tears pricked through as Jake glared at him and pulled his arm back," How did you know?"

"I had a friend…same problem" Andrew sniffed," Don't do that shit again"

"I wo- I'm not…it's not what you think…I…" Jake trembled as he closed his eyes, leaning over the table." I only tried it out"

Andrew smiled with a pained look," No you didn't"

Jake's eyes fell.

Alex covered his mouth.

"You didn't know?" Roscoe asked, lips curled.

"No…he never showed me…I…uh, fuck" Alex whispered, biting his lip. He buried his head in Robert's chest as he moaned over and petted his head gently," Oh…"

"It's a fucking intervention" Roscoe sneered

Jake looked at Andrew with sad softened eyes as Andrew played with his drink. " I think I need help. I'm sick, you know. Really sick" Jake nodded to himself," And I want- no need to tell you everything. I have this odd feeling you'll understand"

Andrew's eyes flashed. " Not here. Come on-" He picked up his jacket and grabbed his hand," Let's go somewhere…"

"What about Roscoe?"

"Fuck him" Andrew shrugged, pulling him gently towards the exit," Tell me everything. Please"

Once they were gone Roscoe sprung up," Get in my car, we're following them"

"Why?" Alex whispered, " We can't…Michael knows"

"Michael isn't going to tell" Robert cried, slapping a hand to his head, " Fuck. He's going to do something worse"

Roscoe snorted with laughter." What? Love him?"

Alex looked down to the floor," No not that Robby-"

"Yes" Robert shook his head. " He's going to drain every little thing out of Jake that he can and then he's going to support him"

"Or beat the shit out of him" Roscoe added, making Alex slap him and grab Robert," Come on then"

Marco bit his lip as he walked with Dylan down the block, scarf wrapped around his neck a little too tight." Thanks again…erm, Dylan, for this…you know, after I treated you like shit and all…"

Dylan shrugged," No problem Marco…" He patted his back.

"Ahh….10 second rule" Marco said, slapping his hand away. They had came to an agreement, 10 seconds of touching and that's it, he didn't want Dylan's perverted mind getting overly excited at a hug and what not. " I think it's a good thing, that I visit Davis and all…eh…right?"

"Yeah, yeah, totally" If that bitch puts one hand on my man I'll maul him. Dylan smiled out gently.

"It's not like he expects anything right?" Marco questioned, sticking some hair behind his ear.

Totally mauling him, I'll stab him with took picks, and rip off every fucking emo button from his stupid little emo shirt and get his anorexic looking indie music listening eyeliner wearing- "Nope, not at all" Dylan shook his head. I'll rip all the pretty words from his pretty mouth

Marco tilted his head to the side, Dylan looked like he was fuming, which was funny, because he squinted his little Canadian like eyes when he squinted. And that's fucking funny. He poked Dylan," What cha fuming about?"

OH GOD THE 10 SECOND RULE SUCKS. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO 60 SECONDS? OH GOD I'M GOING TO POUNCE ON HIM WAIT…OMG THAT WAS 11 SECONDS…YES WOOOO 10 SECONDS MY ASS HE KNOW HE PINES FOR THIS BODY-- "Nothing. I'm not fuming, just thinking about…uh…eyeliner. Do you think it's sexy?" 13 SECONDS WOOO GO FOR THE RECORD BABBYYYYYYY

Marco moved his hand away," Hell yes, I used to love it when Davis would wear his right under the brim of his eyes and…ohh…Damnit Dylan, you were supposed to be supporting me!" Marco hit him in the shoulder," You bastard"

HE HIT ME. BUT IT'S LOVE THAT MAKES IT FEEL GOOD. Damn, I got it bad. Must have nice thoughts, must be polite…mmmm….but the jeans…are…so tight and his hat is adorable and guh….OH HOW I BURN FOR YOU….oh god, I'm quoting from that damn franz Ferdinand look what Marco has done to meeeeee. " Sorry" Dylan replied sheepishly, flushing. He grabbed his hand," Marco I…" THIS IS IT. I AM GOING TO WIN. HIM. BACK. Yes I shall and then everything will be okay and we'll grow old together and have thousands of little adopted Chinese kids like all the other gay people do on Oprah. LOOK HIM IN THE EYES DYLAN, FIND THE EYES, NOT THE SHOES, DAM NIT I'M QUOTING AGAIN….AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG SHUT THE HELL UP NO YOU SHUT THE HELL UP YAHHRRRRR

Marco stared as Dylan shook his head, his eyes moving back and forth. It looked like he was mentally beating himself up and neither side was winning. " Dylan…do you want to?" Marco whispered.

Dylan flinched. do I-I want to? DO I WANT TO? WHY AM I GOING BESSERK IN MY OWN MIND. WHY WAS I ARGUING WITH MYSELF, OKAY THIS IS MY CHANCE. WHAT DOES HE WANT ME TO DO? BE COOL DYL MAN, YOU ARE THE AWSOME. "Do what?"

"Let go of my hand, you're sweaty. That's been 16 seconds and there he is…" Marco broke away and ran down the block as Davis hugged him tight.

IMPLODESMOOOTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEERFDFFCCCCCCCCCCCCUUJUKKCSADFJKJFJKGD;KGKHKFHK CURSE As Marco brought Davis back he smiled and said," Well, this here is my kinda sorta friend in a not so much way, Dylan. Dylan this is Davis"

"Nice to meet you" Davis said quietly.

"You too" Dylan smiled. I'LL KILL YOU BASTARD.

"I guess I should leave you two then, I know you have lots of stuff to catch up on, um, I'll see you around…" Dylan turned off and began to walk away when Marco ran behind him and hugged him," Thanks for the support. You bastard" Let go and went off to walk with Davis.

YES I STILL AM THE MAN. WHOSE DA SHIT? I'M DA SHIT? WHOSE DA POPE? I'M DA POPE…GO DYLAN GO DYLAN GO GO GO GO GO GOGO…where was I supposed to be going?

"Why- why are we running!" Jake panted out as Andrew dragged him down the block. " Andrew stop….I can't breathe-"

"We have to keep running Jake, I have to tell you something very important so please can you trust me?" Andrew whispered out, slowing down his pace for a second before grabbing his hand again and pulling," Please trust me"

"I do…" Jake trailed off, being jerked again forwards. " I don't know why but I do…"

"Andrew, stop!" Robert yelled from down the block, running.

"Whose he-" Jake asked, turning his head around when Andrew jerked him harder forwards. If Jake happened to see Robert's face it'd all be over. And he wasn't about to let that happen

"You can't run like this!" Alex's weak voice croaked out.

"Alex?" Jake asked, confused. " Run faster, I- I can't face him right now…."

"Taxi!" Andrew screamed out while running, waving his arms in the air franticly.

"Why the fuck are they running?" Roscoe asked, tired of running for all those blocks and slowing down his pace a little only to pick it back up once again after realizing that neither Robert nor Alex was slowing down.

"They have to run, it's what they do best" Alex sighed out as a taxi pulled up behind Andrew and Jake, who were two blocks ahead. Andrew quickly shoved Jake into the car, watching as Alex and Robert with Roscoe neared them with tears in his eye before slamming the door shut," Here, this address" He murmured, throwing the cabbie a spare card that he had in his pocket," They won't find us there until later on tonight" Andrew said to Jake, who was rubbing his head where he had hit it while entering the cab.

" Mi-" Robert called out just as the cab pulled off the curb.

"Fuck" Roscoe yelled.

I love you all so much. Ich Lebie Dich, happy holidays luv