Chapter 6–Unexpected Intentions part II

A/N: just reminding you that this story the characters tend to be OOC (out of character) due to the situation.

Ste couldn't sleep. The whole night his mind kept replaying what had happened yesterday. How would he face him again? Ste sighed in frustration. 'This was not supposed to happen,' he thought. He didn't know what came over him. Touching his lips, thinking about the way it felt. What was he going to do now?

Rubbing his hands over his eyes, he groans in despair. Re-reading what he had written in his journal about last night and he felt his stomach turn. Why did he do that? He was bound to see him around the village or at the store. There was no point in hiding, he had to make things right.

Reluctantly he got up, groaned again, running his hands through his hair. "whhhyyyy?" He whined and hung his head down. Dreading the rest of his day hoping he would not have to encounter an angry Irish man. He wasn't exactly sure what he would be angry about, since he's gay but then what did Jessica know? It could be rumors… right?

Ste sigh again, putting on his hoodie he stepped outside. He felt the chill of the cool wind against his face. He looked up at the gloomy sky as if it was reflecting his mood. Pulling the hoodie over his head and sluggishly made his way to the work knowing each step drew him closer to facing a perturb Irish man.

At work, Ste could not concentrate. His mind was too busy rehearsing what to say to the older man when he sees him. What if Jessica was wrong about him being gay? This would surely put him into a more awkward situation than before. The thought of Brendan being a killer was another reason to worry. He meant he would probably kill him for pulling a stunt like that.

As the day wined down, Ste left the Maudy's stop shop earlier today, since the day had been slower than usual. On his walk to ChezChez, different scenarios began to play in Ste's head. He had no idea what this guy was capable of and now he was on his way to see him, alone. His hand in his hoodie pocket played with his cell phone. Ste stopped, he had reached his destination. Trying to calm his nerves he slowly exhaled and cautiously entered the building.

Ste slowly made his way up the stairs, fiddling with his hands. His mind was racing. Everything he had rehearsed to say suddenly disappeared and his mind had become completely blank. He could just imagine Brendan's face when he sees him and felt a sudden streak of panic and a pounding in his chest. As he reached the top of the stairs he could see the Irish man at the bar counter reading a newspaper. Quickly their eyes made four. Icy blue eyes bore into him as he felt shivers run down his spine. He couldn't read his expression as he just sat there looking at him without saying a single word.

"C-Can we talk?" Ste said nervously, watching as Brendan just stood there looking at him before he closed the newspaper and walked into the office with Ste hesitantly following him.

Still fidgeting with his hands, looking on the ground, every time he glanced up their eyes met and Ste would quickly look away.

"I-I just want to say I'm sorry… about last night… Don't know wha' come over mi"

"Is that right?" Brendan took a step forward causing Ste to take two cautionary steps back.

Ste nodded, "I'm sorry" The look in his blue eyes was so different than before yet the same eyes he's always known, Brendan thought to himself.

"I-I just want us to be friends, that's it" Ste added as Brendan moved closer and Ste took another step back. "I mean if- if you're not gay-"

"You think I'm gay" Brendan said coolly and took another step forward and Ste stepped back, feeling the cold wall behind him.

"NO, no, I- uh, I really didn-"

Ste stops talking as Brendan was right in front of him. Ste didn't know what to do. His mind told him to run but his feet wouldn't move. Brendan eyes gazed intently on him, searching for something he could not understand. Ste watched as his left hand came up and ran his fingers across his face then through his hair.

He felt his heart racing; his breathing became heavy as he stood there. Strange feelings washed over him again, a certain fluttering in his stomach. Without a word, he felt Brendan's lips on his. His shock is overcome by a strange, underlining passion. Lips mesh together perfectly, eagerly ravishing each other's mouths. Shyness overcame quickly as his hand grabs the back of Brendan's head, running his hand through those dark strands.

Suddenly he felt Brendan pulled away.

"Get out"

"Wha-"

"Get out!"

"I don't underst-"

"I SAID GET OUT!" Brendan shouted.

The younger man quickly move on his was out the office he bounced into Cheryl. "Ste?" He quickly apologizes to her, before she could say another word Ste was already down the stairs. Cheryl turns her attention to her brother.

"What is the hell is goin' on?"

The sound of the door slammed had Amy on her feet. "You're back late" She said to him. She had noticed that he was coming home later than normal but she decided to hold back on the questions for now.

"Yea...I was just helping Jessica with ...some packages" Ste replied trying to catch his breath. He had run all the way to the house without stopping. His heart was beating rapidly, as if it was about to rip through his chest, with the way he felt it was no surprised if it did. He wasn't sure if it was the run or his mind endlessly replaying what had happened but his headache had gotten worse on the way and the sound of ringing could be heard as he stood there.

"Ste, are you okay?" Amy asked. He was acting weird and his face looked pale.

"Yea…I'm fine" He turned away from her hiding his pain. The room began to spin, he closes his eyes.

"You sure?" She placed her hand on his should. "You seem a bit shaken up" Amy said worriedly, rubbing his shoulders in a soothing motion. He grabs the side of his head. "Ste?"

"I said I'm fine alright!" Ste snapped at her. "Sorry…I'm just having a headache" Amy called out to him but simply ignored her. He quickly turned and went into his room down the narrow hallway and closed the door.

"You want something to eat?" Amy asked through the door but he simply decline.

He crashed on the bed as he felt the room spinning. The ringing had gotten louder. Ste reached in the draw, taking out one of his pills and drank it with a glass of water at his bed stand. He closed his eyes tightly, hoping the pill would take effect as the pain had become so excoriating to bear that he passed out.

"So much for 'leave him be'"

Brendan remained silent with his arms folded as he on the office desk. This wasn't supposed to happen again. He vowed to himself he would not make the same mistake. After all that had happened how easily he was drawn to do something so foolish again. Now, he was back to square one.

"I don't know what to tell you babe" Cheryl said to her brother. Folding her arms and sat in the seat across from the office door.

"Well then don't say ANYTHING!" Brendan said in annoyed tone.

"Don't take your frustration out on me!" Cheryl told him.

The music vibrated throughout the office. The muffled voice of the DJ announcing and the crowd could be heard through the door cheering as the dj played one of the recently popular songs. All having a good time and enjoying the moment while he felt like running everyone out the club to make himself feel better. It wasn't such a bad idea was it?

"…You know…You can't go knockin' him around" She said to him.

"I know that Chez… You think I like hurtin him then…" Brendan said, "I just couldn't… stop myself" He told her truthfully. He couldn't stop himself when his fear and rage blinded him. He was terrified of facing the truth about his sexuality that he resorted to violence to keep him silent. Manipulating to get his ways with him and he didn't care if he was hurting the young man but all that changed after the accident. He wasn't proud of himself then or now. It was his fault for what had happened to him. Cheryl did not spoke to him for weeks after she found out the truth of that tragic night.

After the accident he had left Hollyoaks a few days later and had recently returned a week ago. He tried to avoid him whenever he saw him around the village. The first time he came back, their first encounter they had when Brendan almost bounced into him. Then when he realizes he was working at the new store that had opened and now he was kissing him in his office. Every time he saw him, he couldn't help the way he felt, no matter how much he was played it off. Brendan never thought how easily he would fall back right into his life.

"Brendan, what were thinkin' ?" Cheryl asked him, "If Amy finds out-"

"She won't"

"How you know he won't say anything to her?"

"I'll talk to him!"

"What if he remembers? Have you thought of that?"

"Well he hasn't okay or he would've already"

"That's your excuse?"

"You think I planned this?" He seethed.

"Well he certainly didn't come here for me" Cherly told him.

His sister saw how distraught look on his face then got up and sat beside him. "Look, I'm not sayin' anything else okay…" Cheryl told him, looking at her brother, "I know whether you admit it or not, I know that you still care for him Brendan but you can't do this again you gave Amy your word. You're supposed to stay away from him, the less he remembers about everything the better…" Knowing it would probably hurt him to hear it She said finally "…especially you."

"You don't want him to remember"

"Yea, I know sis…" She was right. He hated that she was right and all what she said was true. Brendan did not want him to remember. He was safer away from him. The look of fear in his eyes was the last of the Stephen he knew and now it was like a completely different person. All content and smiling, did he really want to ruin that?

She watched as her brother had gotten quiet again and sighs.

"What're gonna do now?" resting her head on his shoulder.

"I don't know, Chez…I don't know…"

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