Zack followed the blonde man into the apartment building. It wasn't the greatest looking place but it wasn't a complete dump wither. The blonde man led him to the elevator and while they waited for cart he looked over Zack. Zack was too busy looking around the building taking everything in to notice he was being stared at. The blonde man smiled to himself as the elevator arrived and they went inside. He pushed the number four button and moved to lean against the wall to stare at Zack again. Zack stared back not quite knowing what to do.

"Brian?" The blonde man asked out of no where.

"Excuse me?" Zack asked a little startled at hearing his voice all of a sudden.

"Brian, is that your name?" He asked blinking his eerie blue eyes.

"No." Zack said scrunching his nose in disgust, "Other end of the alphabet." The blonde man nodded and was silent for a moment,

"Will?" Zack shook his head scrunching his nose again but smiling. The blonde man pursed his lips together and narrowed his eyes looking over Zack. Then he smiled and nodded to himself,

"Zack." He said and Zack's eyes grew wide in disbelief. "Yea, you look like a Zack." The blonde man said smiling as the elevator dinged and he got off. Zack ran after him to walk beside him,

"Okay Mr. SmartyPants let me try and guess your name." The blonde man laughed and shook his head,

"You'll never guess my name." He said leading the way down the hallway.

"Let's see…Jake?" Zack asked.

"Nope." The blonde man said smiling.

"Robby?"

"Nope."

"Michael?"

"Nope." He said pausing to open the door to his apartment.

"Ben?"

"Nope." He said again walking inside and slicking on the lights. Zack paused his guessing game to take in the man's home. It was small, but it seemed the man lived alone and he guessed he didn't need a lot of space. The carpet was a soft beige color and Zack spotted a couch in the living room that was a muted green color. There were shoes lying randomly on the floor and a few dishes in random surfaces but overall it was nice. He walked into the living room looking at everything before he turned to the blonde man who was leaning against the wall watching him.

"John?"

"No." He said laughing as he bent down to pull off his wet shoes and socks. Zack looked down at his own soaked feet and realized he should have probably taken off his own shoes before tromping all over the man's white carpet. Zack pulled off his shoes and socks and placed them next to the door giving the man an apologetic look.

"Come on, I'll get you some dry clothes to change into." The blonde man said walking through a doorway Zack hadn't noticed. Silently he followed as the blonde man flicked on the light revealing a bedroom. Zack looked at the man's bed which was terribly unmade. All the sheets and blankets were pale shades of green except one worn looking pillow that was covered in clouds.

"Here you can wear these." The blonde man said handing him a pile of clothes, "You can change in the bathroom over there. Just put your wet clothes in the sink for now." He said pointing Zack in the direction of the bathroom. Zack mumbled thanks as he walked into the small room closing the door behind him. He stripped out of his clothes grimacing as he peeled off his underwear that was all but plastered to his skin. He grabbed a towel off the towel rack and dried himself off before pulling a pair of red flannel pajama pants and a faded blue shirt that almost looked purple. He used the towel to try and dry his hair a bit before placing the wet mass in the sink. He walked out of the bathroom and through the bedroom and saw the blonde man poking around in the kitchen. Zack walked over to the bar the looked into the kitchen and slid into the stool. He had changed also, into a pair of baggy sweat pants and an old gray shirt. Zack took a moment to look at the man his hair was a mess, no doubt he tried to towel dry his as well. He was small, a little bit shorter that Zack himself, and though his clothes were baggy he could tell the man was thin.

"Mark?" Zack asked causing the man to jump in surprise.

"No." He said laughing and Zack groaned.

"Fine, I give up." He said slumping back on the stool. The blonde man smiled and walked around the bar to sit next to Zack sliding a cup of steaming tea in front of him. Zack smiled as he curled his cold fingers around the warm cup.

"Cloud." Zack looked at the blonde man who was smiling at him over his own cup of tea. Zack looked at him dumbly for a few moments thinking what the hell kind of name was Cloud? Then he realized the name fit the beautiful blonde man. Zack smiled at him taking a sip of his warm tea,

"Cloud."

Okay I really didn't intend to continue this, but I can't get the ideas out of my head. And unlike my other story (don't get me wrong I love it) but this is so easy to write. Which is werid but whatever. So I guess I will continue this... I have no idea where this is going.