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John watched in despair as Chas poured all of the alcohol down the sink.
"Fuck, Chas!" he shouted.
Chas only looked superior. "No, John. The Devil took away your cancer, and it's one thing giving up the smoking, but killing yourself through drink is equally stupid, John."
"Go to Hell." John wanted to punch Chas, and kiss him at the same time. These new feelings were hard to deal with.
"You ungrateful asshole," Chas responded bleakly.
John blinked. He had missed Chas, but had forgotten about this side of their relationship completely, the bickering, the arguments. Now they hurt his heart, but apparently Chas didn't notice.
"Leave me alone, Chas."
Chas glared at him. "It can easily be arranged, John."
John didn't know what to say. He didn't want to lose Chas. The boy was only trying to help. Throwing him a filthy glance, John stomped back to his bedroom, slamming the door, throwing himself down on the bed.
This love was hard. John had to tell Chas. But how could he do it without scaring Chas away?
Perhaps it would be better to keep it to himself.
But it was eating him up inside.
John swallowed. Anger was welling up, but only tears threatened to escape. He was an idiot. An idiot in love with a half-breed angel. And there was nothing he could do.
Nothing.