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3 October, 2011

The choir of children voices hurt his ears as the loud ring announced the end of the class. He packed his all things to his rucksack and for the last time glanced toward the kids running out of the class so quickly like they were taking a part in race, didn't bother to say goodbye back to him. He sighed heavily and switched off the lights in the class, before he made his way toward the corridor with a thought that this horrible day just ended. His head was still pounding him and his throat was dry. He just wished to not have to see with that old witch, only could go straight to home and drink the whole water supply he has there.

'Uncle John Paul!' His eyebrows arched as he turned around and spotted little Jasmine waving at him her small hand.

'Jas! What are you doing here, hun?' He asked softly and felt the first stream of sweat on his body as he thought that somewhere there was her father, who he was effectively avoiding since the unfortunate party, knowing he's not ready for confrontation with him yet.

'Daddy and I wanted to visit you.' She replied with a big grin.

'Oh, how nice.' He said with false smile and nervously looked around the empty corridor, like he was afraid Spike would jump at him in a minute and try to bite his head off. 'So, where's your dad?'

'He's down there. Sitting on the bench and waiting for us.' Great.

'So, why don't we join to him?' He suggested reluctantly and took a hold of her small hand, before they moved down the corridor. Just like Jasmine said, Spike was sitting at one of the benches, and watched them with a sly smile on his face.

'Scared of me?' He called out, amused.

'Ha, you would like to see that, huh?' He retorted with a smirk, trying to play cool.

'Well, I already do see that, don't I?' Spike arched his eyebrow and John Paul gave up. He knew there was no point in claiming something else, since he was reading him as a book.

'So, you came here to tell me how awful friend I am or would you like to weary my life a bit to feel better?' He asked with a snort, prepare for everything.

'Trust me, the last thing I'd like to talk about it's that goddamn party.' He snarled quietly and heavily stood up. 'I was with visiting Jas doctor and thought I'd check how are you, since the school is on our way.'

'What happened?' John Paul asked worried.

'Oh, it's nothing. Just ritual control.' He shrugged off. 'Jas wasn't feel too good recently so we needed to do a few tests.'

'Well, I was more thinking about the party, to be honest. It's not very likely for you to not want to talk about it.' He said softly, noticing the change in man. 'You're quiet and upset.'

'I'm worrying about Jas, that's all.' He replied reluctantly and motioned at the door. 'Shall we go?'

'Sure.' John Paul smiled slightly, deciding nothing bad would happen if the bat woman get his report the next morning. 'And you're not telling me the whole truth, Spike. I know there's something else bothering you.' He said firmly as the three of them moved toward the entrance.

'It's nothing, John Paul.' Spike rolled his eyes irate. 'Like I said…' Maybe he wasn't going to tell him the truth, but luckily there was someone else who could put a light on this case.

'Daddy and the nice waiter from the restaurant had a fight today. That's why daddy's upset.' Jasmine's explained and looked sadly at John Paul.

'Thanks, Jas.' Spike said sarcastically.

'So you had a fight with Darren?' John Paul glanced at him puzzled. 'Why? Were you again flirting with him?' He couldn't help the small, wicked grin forming on his lips.

'If I was I wouldn't be here, only was lying in hospital.' He muttered and rolled his eyes.

'It's hard for me to believe he'd like to hit you for flirting with him. He might be angry and tell you to get lost, but I don't think he'd like to hurt you.'

'So you have wrong information.' Spike snapped and left the building as the first.

'You mean something changed since the party?' He glanced at him unsurely, trying to understand the situation.

'Yea, he knows I'm Sarah!' He snapped and sighed heavily. 'And now he feels sick whenever he has to look at me.'

'I'm sure you're dramatizing.' John Paul stated carefully and quickly followed his friend as he suddenly changed his direction and began leaded him toward the playground. 'He's probably just angry and that's all. Give him few days to calm down and everything would get normal between you two...If you can call your relations normal.' He chuckled a bit.

'You didn't see and hear him after the party and today. I just fucked up totally this time.' He muttered and looked sadly at his little daughter. 'Jas, why don't you play around, huh? Me and uncle John Paul needs to talk and there's a few kids with whom you can play. Only don't run around!'

'Okay, daddy!' She smiled and slowly marched away at the same time as the two men found a bench for themselves.

'Do you have a crush on Darren?' John Paul suddenly asked softly and looked seriously into his friend eye.

'What? No!' Spike quickly protested, irate. 'He's straight and have wife and a kid!'

'Well, you both had a great time together at the party and you were flirting with each other all the time.' John Paul noted. 'So, I have a reason to think you have a crush on him and it's not like he remembered he has a wife waiting for him in home.'

'He was drunk, just like me!' He scowled, angry with his unfounded accusation. 'You can't blame a guy for flirting with another woman when he's totally pissed!' He rolled his eyes and crossed arms against chest.

'If you don't have a crush on him, then why you're trying so badly to be in his good book? And don't tell me this crap about wanting him to be your friend! I know there's something more.' He pointed a finger at him.

'I just feel good around him and for once can forget about the all problems I have on my head! He's gently, charming, wise and… Stop looking at me like that, okay?' He growled catching his stare. 'I don't have a crush on him! He's just different than you or Hannah, or even my other friends. He's a bit like me, understands me and my problems…He has a kid just like me.'

'You can call it however you want it, but…you have a crush on him.' He ended with a singing voice and smirked at him. 'And that's the fact!'

'Okay, I find him attractive, happy?' He snarled and blushed slightly. 'But it doesn't mean I'm going to make a move on the straight, married guy. He's out of my league!'

'I know, but what if he makes the move on you as the first?' He asked curious. 'What would you do, then?'

'There's nothing to say.' Spike replied firmly. 'He's straight, John Paul. Straight guys don't intend to hit on other guys.'

'If you say so.' He shrugged off with a smirk and removed his mobile phone as it began shook in the pocket of his jeans.

'Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore. He'd never talk with me again.'

'He doesn't know what's he losing, then.' John Paul smiled softly and rubbed his shoulder. 'And I'm cursing myself for giving the spare keys of my flat Mercy. She just informed me she's there with Michaela and Jackie, waiting for me.' He rolled his eyes as he read the message. 'Remind me later to take my keys back.'

'What they want from you?' He smirked slightly. 'Wanting to know details about the party?'

'I guess they were just around, shopping.' He replied and hid the phone back. 'And decided to pop around for a lunch.'

'Which their lovely brother is going to make for them.' He added mockingly and stretched out his legs.

'They can order some take-away food if they're hungry, and that's all what they're going to get from me.' He rolled his eyes, before set them up at Spike. 'I know you're upset with Darren, but you need to cheer up.'

'I'm fine.'

'No, you're not.' He disagreed and gently rubbed his shoulder. 'What's the matter?'

'Nothing. I'm just a bit tired.' Spike replied annoyed, but John Paul knew he wasn't honest with him and there was something else bothering him, but he didn't want to share it with him. 'And like you said, I'm upset with myself.'

'Maybe it's time to move on and find someone?' John Paul suggested carefully, didn't want to irate him. 'I think your problem is you need love in your life.'

'I have enough love in my life.' He retorted with snort. 'I have a daughter who loves me unconditionally.'

'But not sex.' He smirked.

'I'm good on my own, and no, I'm not going to accept any of your offer!' He rolled his eyes noticing predatory gleam in his eye. 'And it looks more like you have your own issues.' He continued with a smirk.

'So? At least I don't pretend I don't have.' He retorted giving him a long, knowing look.

'I can live with that, I guess.' John Paul smiled as Spike finally chuckled and even managed to smile back at him. Now, there was Spike he knew so well.

31 September, 2011

Mix of feelings crossed his mind as he stared back speechless at the person he wished could disappear in one moment. He was angry, sad and confused, didn't understand what that meant. Was he a victim of stupid joke, or was it something bad going on with that guy? It wasn't normal. Guys don't wear dresses and don't pretend they're some hot chicks to hit on other guys.

'Look, Darren, I'm sorry I didn't mean to fool you…it just happened.' He said weakly, almost in whisper, with plead staring into his eyes. 'I know I should told you earlier, but I felt so good in your company, I didn't want to ruin it.'

'What the fuck you were thinking?' He finally yelled toward him, pulling his mind together. 'You were flirting with me, pretending you're someone else!'

'I know, and I'm sorry, but I…' He slumped down on the bench, in hands gripping tightly his wig.

'No, there's no excuses for what you've done!' Darren shouted, hands in hairs. 'Does your wife know about that?' He motioned at his dress, couldn't even imagine what that poor woman could feel and think if she sees her husband looking like that!

'It's not your business!' He snapped back.

'It is, since you were flirting with me!' He scowled and began pacing around. 'You, bastard!'

'Well, you didn't mind it, did you?' He fired back annoyed, his eyes were following him. 'Although you have a wife and kid waiting for you in home, so who's the bastard now, huh?'

'It wasn't nothing serious. It was for fun.' He stopped at the track and looked at him heavily with flustered cheeks.

'If it was only for fun, why are you so angry at me?' He asked wisely, catching his stare. 'Why did you care if I'm a woman or guy?' Darren gulped nervously as he began drowning in his intensive hazel eyes, and although he didn't want to admit it, he was feeling more and more attracted to this crazy creature sitting in front of him.

'I don't know.' He replied truthfully, realizing he didn't understand at all his anger at him and he wasn't able to explain his motives. He wasn't even sure if he was more angry at him or myself for those all sick thoughts he had in his head.

'Well, me either.' He said quietly and moved his hands on his bare arms to rub them, while his eyes dropped down to the ground. 'Maybe we'd just go in separate ways, huh? I already heard enough about myself and there's no need to add anything more.' He added quieter and shivered slightly as the cold wind hit his body.

'I'm waiting for the bus. Just like you.' He retorted and was ready to began pace around again, when he noticed the man shivered again and tried his best to hide his bare skin under his hands. 'Are you cold?' He asked calmer and moved closer to him.

'A bit.' He replied reluctantly without looking at him. 'I'd be fine.' But Darren already stripped down from his jacket and simply handed it to him. 'I'm fine.' He repeated firmly, but he was relentless.

'You'd catch a death in such a dress.' He said and laid the material on his laps, suddenly feeling sorry for this creature. 'Take it. I won't let the la...d in my companion freeze, here.'

'Thanks.' He muttered and pulled the jacket over his shoulders, before fixed his eyes back at Darren, mesmerizing him. 'You're really cute guy.'

'Yea, right.' He snorted and broke the eye contact, trying to get away from his spell.

'I really mean it.' With an angle of the eye he noticed man's red lips curled into soft smile and he felt sick. He didn't understand why he was still talking with him and find him attractive, while he should feel disgusted and stay away from this guy how far he could.

'I see the bus. Put your hair back.' Darren said with imperative voice, hoping that things would be easier for him from now.

'Now, there's no need to put my hair back.' He replied and stood up. 'You already know who I am and with this jacket on my arms I'd look hilarious.'

'Maybe you'd look hilarious, but not like a transvestite!' He snapped back annoyed and tear out the hair from his hands. 'And since we need to sit in bus together, you'd do what I say!' He added and carelessly put the man's wig at the top of his head. 'Now, we can go.' He ordered and automatically grabbed for his hand as the bus stopped at the station.

'Oy, slow down! I'm wearing heels!' The man scowled behind his back as he unceremoniously pulled for his hand and began drag him inside the vehicle.

'Just don't talk to me.' He muttered as he pushed him toward the two free seats. 'Just don't!'

'Okay.' He nodded slightly, while his companion reluctantly sat beside him. 'If it's what you want.'

'Yes, it is.' He said firmly and looked ahead, didn't dare to watch him anymore. It was just disturbing how the man could turned into such gorgeous creature and although Darren already knew the brutally truth, he realized he was still under his spell...and that scared him.

3 October, 2011

'At what time you'd be back?' He zipped his rucksack up and pulled a cap at the top of his head, before turned his attention to his wife standing in doors with a cloth in hand.

'When I finish my shift. You'd be already sleeping.' He replied and threw his rucksack over his shoulder before planted a soft kiss on her lips.

'That's shame. I was hoping you could take care about kids, so I could work on my new article.' She sighed disappointment. 'I need to finish it for Wednesday.'

'Tomorrow I can take kids to the cinema after the lunch.' He offered with a slight smile, didn't mind to spend his free time with kids alone. He loves them to the death.

'Did I tell you how much I love you?' Nancy grinned and kissed him sweetly. 'No one is so lucky as me to have a husband like you.'

'I wouldn't mind if you say it more often.' He grinned back and wrapped arms around her waist to pull her closer. 'Shame, I need to go to work.'

'Well, I always can wait for you…' She said thoughtfully and teasingly moved fingers over his forearm.

'That would be really nice of you.' He kissed her on forehead and suddenly pulled back. 'But for now, it's time to go. I don't want to be late to work.'

'Like always you have to be perfect in every detail.' She rolled her eyes and unhappily moved aside to let him pass by her.

'Ah, don't be like that. You know how many clients we have at this time of the day and there's only Marilyn behind the counter.'

'I know, I was only teasing you.' She sighed heavily and smiled slightly when he again planted a kiss on her forehead. 'You've became very strange since your night off with Craig.' She suddenly announced, making him stand on the place and looked at her with panic.

'What you mean by that?' He asked nervous.

'You're behaving like you just fall in love with me and didn't want to leave me even for moment.' She replied, staring at him intently. 'I don't mind that, but it's just strange…Recently we didn't show up each other too much affection.'

'That's why I decided to change it!' Darren said with a forced smile. 'And my night off with Craig doesn't has anything to do with that!' He assured her, although he wasn't entirely honest with her. That bloody night was still haunting him in dreams and he couldn't get rid of the pair of these damn, hazel eyes from his head. It was so frustrating!

'Okay, I just said what I was thinking. You don't have to be so abrasive.' She scowled and again rolled her eyes at him.

'I'm not.' He argued, but Nancy silenced him with one look.

'Yes, you are, Darren. And you're acting like you'd feel guilty about something.' She continued and accusingly pointed a finger at him.

'There's nothing I could feel guilty about!' He scowled flustered, although deep down he knew he wasn't so innocent as he wanted to be.

'If you say so.' She shrugged and for the last time looked at him intently, like she was trying to look through him and see his all sins he thought no one would ever find. 'Anyway, I'm going to clean up the whole house this weekend, so I'd like you to look through your things and tell what I can throw away.

'Well, I don't think there would be anything more than some my old clothes.' He replied with a shrug.

'What about the photographs?' Nancy suddenly asked with serious face. 'They take the whole basement, so we even don't have a place to put our bicycles there or kids sleds.'

'That's my work, Nancy.' He said hurt with the same idea. 'And I have so many memories involved with them.'

'You're an adult man, Darren, and you need to think about your growing up kids not about your silly hobby.'

'It's not silly!' He barked, frustrated. 'I wouldn't let you kick out even one of my photographs!'

'If you want to keep them so badly, maybe you'd move them to Craig's basement? He has enough place there to hide half of our house.' She rolled her eyes, irate. 'Sometimes you're such a kid.'

'No, they'd stay here. And that's the end of discussion!' He yelled when Nancy opened her mouth to protest.

'At least throw away this old, ugly camera!' She scowled, annoyed. 'It's only collecting the dust and it's already broken!'

'The camera is still fine.' He disagreed. 'Look, Nancy, I've never tried to throw away any of your things, but you systematically ordering me to discarded my own things! Only me in this house can't have anything personal!'

'You're the head of family and you should focus on us, not on your stupid photographs or another trivial things!' He felt like she stick a knife in his heart. 'Your hobby should based on your kids.'

'Oh, come on, Nancy!'

'I won't keep in house broken camera!' She scowled. 'Throw it away or I'd do it!'

'Like I said it's not broken! It's in very good shape.' He repeated stubbornly.

'It's not. Two days ago when I was cleaning up, I picked up the camera and it slipped out from my hands when I tried to put it down…'

'What?' Darren stared at her speechless, before he quickly walked toward the glassy bookcase.

'Oh, please, Darren. It's just old, dirty camera!' She moaned and followed him, but he ignored her. He took out the machine and took a close look at it from each angle to check how many damages caused the fall. 'You'd be late to work!'

'It looks like I'd need to change the lens, or maybe Stan could repair it…' He muttered and rotated the camera in his hands.

'It'd cost fortune!' Nancy shouted, annoyed. 'You'd spend the money we don't have!'

'I'd take an extra shift or ask Craig for money. Don't worry.' He said and quickly hid it to his rucksack. 'And better if you don't kick out anything without my consent.' He warned her, before he made his way out of the house, leaving his stunned wife alone.