No Day But Today.

Sorry bout the mistakes in chapter 2. If your reading this, you believe that impossible is nothing, and that I have a chance with Fang/Ari. Which is about to start. Again, watch me.

Knock, knock.

Song: Light My Candle.

Gazzy must have forgotten something, Fang thought, reacting to the door. He reached over to pull the door open.

"What'd you forget?"

Ari, candle at the ready, held it up, smirking. "Got a light?"

Fang, slightly taken aback, regained himself. He looked familiar.

"I know you, you're.."

Ari walked in, tembling.

"You're shivering."

Ari looked back, smiling.

"It's nothing, they turned off my feet.

And I'm just a little weak on my feet."

But, back to the candle.

"Would light my candle?" Ari held up the candle again.

Fang grabbed a pack of matches and lit the candle. His eyes shifted to Ari's hair.

Glistening, beautiful- AN: justg to piss you haters off. BITCHES.

Ari cocked an eyebrow. "What are you staring at?"

Back to reality.

Fang smiled nervously. "Nothing."

"Your hair in the moonlight."

Fang cut to the point. "You look familiar."

Ari started to move for the couch, but Fang, being the concerned, generous kind of guy he was, grabbed his arm.

"Can you make it?"

Ari softly brushed it off, keeping that smirk on.

"Just haven't eaten much today

At least the room stopped spinning.

Anyway...."

Again with the staring

"What?" Ari asked.

"Nothing
Your smile reminded me of --"

Ari filled in the blank.

"I always remind people of -- who is she?" Ari asked, rolling his eyes, quickly blowing the candle out

"She died."

Ari looked over, slightly concerened.

"Her name was April."

"It's out again!" Ari said, showing Fang the blown-out candle. Fang softly nodded and grabbed the matches.

"Sorry 'bout your friend,

Would you light my candle?"

They stood there, holding the candle together.

This was awkward.

"Well..." Fang said, trying to get conversation started.

"Yeah?" Ari asked.

He quickly recoiled. "OW!" he yelped, sucking on his finger.

"Oh, the wax." Fang quickly said. "It's-"

"Dripping." Ari smirked flirtatiously at him. He pulled the candle-along with one of Fang's hands-to his shoulders. "I like it around my-"

"Fingers!" Fang quickly filled in, recoiling fomr the sudden move. "Figured."

"Oh, well. Goodnight."

Ari smiled one more time at him, then walked towards the door.

Oops. He blew out the candle.

Fang sighed. Wasn't he the flirty type?

Knock, knock.

Maybe. Fang smirked.

"It blew out again?" He called to Ari.

"No." Ari said, scanning the floor.

"I think I dropped my stash."

Fang was still curious.

"I know I've seen you out and about,

When I used to go out."

Fang noticed the candle.

"Your candle's out."

Ari rolled his eyes, groaning.

"I'm illin!

I had it when I walked in the door.

It was pure!

Is it on the floor?"

Ari got down on all fours, searching in vain for his beloved 'stash'. His ass was sticking out playfully.

"The floor?" Fang asked sheepishly.

"They say I've got the best ass,

Below 14th street,

is it true?" Ari looked back and winked at Fang.

"What?" He had just gotten his attention.

Ari pointed out the obvious.

"You're staring again."

"Oh no!" Fang's face flushed. "I mean, you do-have a nice-uh, I mean-"

He quickly changed the subject, getting down on all fours himself, deciding to help him. "You look familiar."

"Like you dead girlfriend?" Ari asked.

"Only when you smile,

But I'm sure I've seen you somewhere else."

Ari decided to stop beating around the bush.

"Do you go to the Wolves' Howl Club?

That's where I work, I dance."

Fang recalled the name.

And the face.

"Yes!

They used to tie you up."

"It's a living." Ari rolled his eyes.

"I didn't recognize you without the handcuffs."

Fang smirked, grabbing the matches.

"We could light the candle,

Oh, won't you light the candle?"

Fang quickly blew it out. They both got up.

"Why don't you forget that stuff?

You look like you're 16."

"I'm 19!" Ari corrected.

"But I'm old for my age,

I'm just born to be bad!"

"I was once born to be bad." Fang remnisced. He then looked Ari over a little.

He looked away.

"I used to shiver like that-"

"I have no heat, I told you!" Ari said a little too quickly.

"I used to sweat."

Uh, oh. "I got a cold-"

Fang cut him off. "Uh huh, I used to be a junkie."

"Now and then a I like to-"

"Uh huh."

"Feel good."

Fang looked down, and saw Ari's stash. "Oh, here-"

"What's that!" Ari said, walking over."

"Candy bar wrapper." Fang assuredhim, hiding the stash in his back pocket.

"We could light the candle,

Oh what'd you do with my candle!"

Fanggrabbed the last match of the pack, lighting it and holding it over the candle. A gust of wind came in from the window.

The candle blew out.

"That was my last match."

Ari made a snatch for Fang's back pocket, nto buying his excuse at all.

"Our eye'll adjust,

Thank God for the moon."

"Maybe it's not the moon at all." Fang replied, plopping down on the couch.

"I ear Spike Lee's shooting down the street."

"Bah humbug." Ari said softly, sitting on the arm next to him. He took one of Fang's hands into both of his own./

"Bah humbug."

"Cold hands."

"Your's, too." Ari replied.

"Big,

Like my gang dad's."

Making one last desperate attempt, Ari pulled Fang up. "Do you wanna dance?"

"With you?" Fang asked.

"No," Ari replied,

"With my gang?"

Fang smiled. "I'm Fang."

Ari walked behind him, saying,

"They call me,

They call me,

Ari."

His hand snatched the stash, which he dangle in front of Fang, and walked out of the loft, victorious.

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