AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Just got back from the movies.

My friend came over and we were reading each other's fanfictions out loud and we realized how weird, horrible and just plain awkward our fanfics really are.

I'm writing this in the bathroom because it's the only place I can write without being interrupted. Also, if I want to read a doujinshi, I don't have to worry about my mother walking in during the sex scenes or right when they're talking about doing each other. Oops, there I go being a pervert again.

I was shocked when I got a text from my gf, apparently she is prostituting now. I don't know how much more heartbreak I can take from her. She claims she needs money...I think it's a load of bull shit though.

I didn't get any reviews on the last chapter so I assume it sucked. Don't worry; this story is almost done so you won't have to put up with my writing anymore.

Also this chapter took me WEEKS to finish and the author's note you just read is from July 26-27, I forget the exact date.

***WARNINGS: Drugs, Alcohol, Language.

CHAPTER 6

"Ouch! Fuck." Eric hissed under his breath, taking his hand out of Alan's bag, the one he found under his bed, and shaking his hand in pain "Godammit Alan!"

After 10 minutes of Alan being gone, Eric got bored and began looking through Alan's bag. He wasn't paying any attention to what his fingers were brushing against and he cut his finger on a very sharp utility blade.

"What the hell was that?" he asked as he tried to clean up his finger. He looked in the bag and he felt himself get a feeling of pure fear. "Hell no." he picked the bottom of the bag up with his good hand and dumped everything out onto the floor, giving it a few shakes to be sure everything was out.

2 water bottles, some rope, 4 pill cases with medicine still in them, a syringe, a balloon of meth, 3 utility blades, 5 double edges, a craft blade, and 2 packs of cigarettes.

Eric took everything except the water bottles and threw them in a trash can then carried it down to the bar and went out the back door to the dumpster and dumped everything out. He then went back upstairs; put the trash can back where it was and put the water bottles back in the bag before tossing the bag under the bed and sitting on the bed.

He then smelled something a little odd. It smelled like...alcohol?

Yes, that was definitely alcohol he was smelling, the Scotsman new alcohol when he smelled it. That's when he realized what the liquid in the two water bottles were. They were totally filled with nothing but tequila. Eric growled and dumped both of them onto the wooden floor, the alcohol seeping into the rotting floor boards and dripping onto a bar stool which was on the first floor.

He sighed and held his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees.

He just wanted to see Alan's sin and get the hell out of this nightmare. Seeing his Alan suffer always pained his heart and it scared him even more seeing all the kinds of stuff Alan owned as a human. He wanted to know where Alan got the razors. Probably from people at school who would give it to him and tell him to slice his wrists and he probably found that rope in the garbage seeing how worn out it was. He wanted to know where Alan was getting his cigarettes more than anything and what idiot was selling them to a minor.

He wondered at what age Alan began doing all this. The self harming, the drugs, the dealing. He always always thought of Alan to be a very smart young man, and also a very strong one. True, he was weakened constantly by the Thorns Of Death, but living with it every day of his life made Alan strong in Eric's eyes.

Just then something interrupted Eric's thoughts. It was a voice, Alan's voice as a matter of fact. He looked out the window to see Alan walking with a woman with long brown hair, pretty brown eyes and freckles that marked her face. She looked to be in her late 20's or early 30's. She was very short, a little shorter than Alan, they were holding small cups of ice cream, Alan had barely touched his but he was doing something Eric hasn't seen since he got here.

He was smiling.

"And this is my room." Alan introduced quietly, tossing his bag in the corner by his closet.

Eric looked around. The room was even smaller once you were in it. Alan had clothes randomly thrown all over the floor, the room smelled like smoke and dead flowers. The source of the dead flowers came from Alan's dresser, where he had piles of various flowers, all dead.

Alan sat on his bed "They used to be alive..." he said quietly.

"Yeah, I can tell." Eric looked at them. He couldn't recognize them since they were all shriveled brown and crusty. He wondered if Alan knew the languages even as a teenager. "You know what these are?" he asked, referring to the type as he picked one of the shriveled flowers up.

Alan nodded rather shyly when Eric asked this. "The one in your hand is a shriveled Anemone, which stands for sickness but can also stand for unfading love and anticipation." Alan told him slowly.

"Really now?" Eric replied. He then noticed a bundle of 16 roses, he doesn't know what color they used to be but he could recognize what flower they were. He put the Anemone down. "Who got ya the roses?" he asked.

"My sister, Alice." Alan replied, his voice staying that silent pitch "The one who is deceased. She gave them to me for my 16th birthday." He shyly tugged on his sweater sleeve, he enjoyed sharing his knowledge of flowers with someone but it was a worthless thing to know, and not to mention gay as hell. That's what Alan thought but Eric thought it was a very unique trait Alan carried. "They were white and red, and together they stand for united. United friends or siblings, partners even."

Eric smiled. Despite the personality differences with this younger Alan compared to his older one, Alan has and always will be able to tell Eric all the flower languages which was really good, it helped Eric pick the types of flowers he would give Alan on nights Eric had to work late. By 'work late' it really meant 'illegally collecting 1000 souls to rid Alan of his horrible disease'.

Eric hated thinking of the fact that he was a murderer for Alan; it made Eric even more upset when Alan got mad and didn't appreciate it.

Eric's smile faded at the thought. He gently took one of Alan's hands, who turned his head and looked at Eric questionably before being turned the whole way by the waist. Eric held Alan around the waist with one hand and held Alan's left hand with his own, he then began to slowly turn on his feet along with Alan.

"Eric?" Alan spoke as they slow danced in the small, cramped room. "What-"

"Just think of it as an apology." Eric interrupted.

"Apology?" Alan was spun by the waist. "For what?"

"Mistakes I'll make in the future." Eric caught Alan in his arms and held him before spinning him back out.

Alan didn't quite seem to understand what Eric was talking about but said nothing, not wanting his dance with Eric to end. Alan had only slow danced with Alice before, and that was when they were younger at their uncle's wedding who was now deceased having died in a motor vehicle accident along with his aunt. His only family was Sam, his mother Jaclyn and father Luther.

Eric saw Alan glance away at the mere thought of his sister being gone and he kissed him sweetly on the lips and said "Don't think about anything else, just think about us and the dancin' fer now."

The brunette blushed at the older male and gave a weak smile "R-right."

The light from the full moon shined through Alan's cracked and damaged window, causing the light to shine onto the wall in different triangular patterns, it was a pretty sight and the light from the moon caused Alan to sleep more peacefully than he would at the bar.

They danced for an hour or so until Alan began to feel heavy and rest his head on the older's chest as they danced, his eyes slowly shut, when Eric realized how tired Alan had gotten, he began to sing to him. He sung Alan a Scottish lullaby he learned from his mother a long while back until the younger of the two fell asleep, his feet stopping and his body leaning against the older's chest for support.

Eric covered Alan up, seeing that the male was cozy and snug in his bed. Once he felt that Alan was comfortable, he laid down beside Alan, pulled the covers up to his shoulder so he could look down and see Alan's sleeping face tilted downward as he was curled up now.

Eric smiled gently, putting an arm around Alan to hold him securely close to his chest, protecting him from anything that might come to harm his sweet brunette as he slumber before he himself fell into a deep sleep.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

THAT certainly took longer than I expected. I kept telling my friends 'I'm uploading it tonight' or 'I will be finished with it tonight' but it never happened and all I can say is that I was really depressed, had Drivers ED to go to, I've been eating lately so that always puts me in a bad mood.

I don't know what it is but ever since I've overdosed on Concerta I've been eating almost without a problem. Can I stress the word almost?

Also I had to buy new razors since my mother found and threw my old ones out. Oh well, I bought better ones :)

And I haven't talked to my girlfriend in a while...except for today. She wanted me to come over and have a three some with her fuck buddy, I just want to cuddle so I didn't reply. I really like her but...I don't know what I feel anymore. I only feel hate for everyone around me and I feel like they are just going to break me every time. It seems like all my relationships have had me feeling like a worthless slut, or I have been giving love, feeling like I need to in order to be in a happy relationship.

I want one of those relationships where I can watch anime, curled up against my lover's side and make fun of the little things the characters do and have Falling In Reverse, Creature Feature or Get Scared blaring as we do house work. Is that too much to ask? With as little sex as possible? I mean don't get me wrong, sex is good but my girlfriend makes it too much.

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Maybe 2 more chapters until this story wraps up.