Sorry this took so long. School started on the 4th (Tuesday) so I have been trying to do my homework and stuff. =/

Anywhozle! The one who requested this story asked that they hate each other a little more….. Sorry for the pairings…. I tried to…

Well never mind, I tried. I know this is a major fail, but hey I'm insane I can't help it if I can't get into other people's heads!

Chapter Three

It was a bit cold out. There wasn't much snow on the ground, but there was enough to make it look colder than it really was.

Stephano stood at the place Barry had asked him to wait for him. He was getting chilly but not freezing, yet.

Barry had said to meet him in front of the park at 4:00. It was almost 6:30 now.

The Bro and Jennifer walked out of the park together and Stephano stepped forward.

"Have you two seen the Barrel by chance?" He asked quickly, a little worried. He hoped Barry had just been held up at work or something.

The Bro shrugged, but Jennifer said, "Yeah. He was in a restaurant will Piggeh. The one on the other side of the park." Stephano frowned but thanked her anyway, before hurrying across the park.

True to the rock's word, Barry and Piggeh were sitting at a table together in the restaurant laughing and talking.

As Stephano watched he noticed how slutty the dead pig was acting, and how amused the barrel was.

He felt himself become truly cold and turned from them, whipping out his cell phone.

"Mr. Chair? Hey…. Its Stephano…..How have you been? ... Great… Uh… yeah I'm good. Listen, what are you doing for dinner tonight?"

-A Barrel and a God-

Stephano had been a friend in the past. A very good friend, so when he called, the chair was…. Excited. He agreed to have the demi-god over in a few minutes, and then ran to the nearest mirror.

He fussed over his messy brown hair, tugged at his green shirt and fought with himself over the hat. When he heard the knock he tripped over several piles of books to open the door.

Stephano wasn't sure why he'd called the chair. Sure they'd slept together before, but that didn't mean the chair would be happy to be a fuck buddy….

But when the door opened and he saw his flushed face he knew the chair would be glad to be a fuck buddy to the demi-god.

"Steph! Hey! I-It's been a while huh?" Jeez why was he so nervous? It wasn't like the demi-god was here for sex. He hoped the demi-god was up for some sexy times.

Stephano closed the door behind himself and then tilted his head to the side to look the chair over.

"Yeah…. It has. I'm sorry to be blunt but Chary you look delicious tonight." His voice was lower than Mr. Chair remembered it to be. He liked it.

"Hah… t-thank you Steph…. I have a question…" He really hoped the demi-god was here for sex…..

"What is it?" Stephano asked taking a few steps towards the chair. The chair swallowed, "Ah- well- are….." he took of his glasses and rubbed his face with his hand.

"Are you here to sleep with me? Or…." Stephano smiled, silly chair. That's why they knew each other, wasn't it?

"Oh yes." Stephano smiled. "The only question is…. Do we pick up where we left off?"

The chair shivered, "Yes please!" With that there was little space between the two of them.

-A Barrel and a God-

The Barrel wasn't sure why but he felt the need to go home. Maybe his roommate had made dinner again….

As he unlocked the door he hoped the chair didn't have someone "visiting".

But the second he saw his boyfriend grinding his naked body against his roommate on the living room floor he wasn't hoping for anything.

Without thinking he ripped his startled boyfriend off his slutty roommate and dressed him, before dragging him down the hall to his room.

He roughly tossed the angry golden man onto his bed and slammed the door.

The silence was suffocating. Stephano was trying his damnedest not to be turned on by how forceful Barry had been with him.

He tried to break the silence, now sick with conflicting emotions.

"I'm-" He started, but one look from those furious brown eyes shut him up faster and more effectively than a physical slap.

Then the barrel said words that hurt the golden demi-god worse than any slap imaginable.

"I hate you."