Oh my god what is my problem?! I can not seem to remember that MONDAY is my update day! I'm actually really upset with myself. I'm so sorry guys. I'm not usually forgetful or irresponsible like this.

Anyways, this is the next chapter!

The library. The only place the dark haired boy could truly be himself. And also coincidentally the only place he could stalk his blond boy without looking like a creeper. Trying to push the song out of his mind from yesterday, the dark haired boy grabbed his jacket and ran out the door, hoping he wasn't going to be late to meet, actually to stalk, his old friend.

Despite his best efforts to get to the library on time, the dark haired boy was five minutes late. And the blond boy was nowhere to be seen. Not in the young adult section. Not in the movie aisle. Not in his customary blue chair. Nowhere. While outwardly, the pale boy was just scanning the books, looking for one that intrigued him, inwardly he was freaking out. Where was the blond boy? He was never late for a visit to the library. Worried about what to do with his time now, the dark haired boy settled down with a book, sat in his normal red chair across the library from the red one, and waited.

After two hours, the black haired boy decided that the blond was not coming to the library today. Which was a shame, because the pale boy had really been looking forward to seeing his old best friend. Even more than normal actually. And it was all because of that dumb song he heard yesterday. Somehow, even with his best intentions, his brain always took him back to memories of his friend. Whether they were happy ones, like the time they traded family rings, or sad ones like the flashback of the song, his brain couldn't seem to leave the past in the past. And the only times when he could live in the present was when he came to the library and saw his friend in the flesh.

The dark haired boy sighed as it seemed like he was stuck in the past for today. He got up from his sitting position in the chair, and stretched his legs, which had been folded under him for the past two hours. He raised his arms over his head, and yawned, like he had just awoken from the most refreshing nap ever. The black haired boy put back the book he had, which he didn't even bother reading. Walking out of the library, his feet took the path back to his apartment while his mind wandered.

Back in his apartment, he deposited his jacket and shoes somewhere near the door, and headed straight to his room where he promptly flopped on his bed with a groan.

The thought that he had to wait another two days before he was able to see his best friend made the dark haired boy groan again in disappointment. Deciding he needed to do something other than fantasize and/or agonize over the long wait before he could see his friend, he stood up and walked to the door. He was going out tonight. He was going to be a normal college student, go out to a party or a club, get horrendously drunk, make-out with a cute boy, and pass out, hopefully, on the couch. Nodding his head at his wise decision, he pulled his sweater off his head and went over to his closet, hoping he still had that blue button-down shirt his sister had gotten him one year for Christmas. He also hoped he had some nicer jeans than the ripped ones he was wearing at the moment…

Ten minutes later, he was dressed to his satisfaction in the button-down, skinny black jeans that immediately pointed out his sexuality to everyone, and combat boots that probably needed to be replaced; he grabbed his coat and strolled out the door.

Finding a club that would let him in was easier than he thought. All he had to do was look at the bouncer with hooded eyes that he had run eyeliner over, and he was immediately let in with a wink. Disgusted that the fat guy thought he had half a chance with anyone, the dark haired boy shook his head as he walked inside.

The lyrics of the song couldn't even be heard over the thumping bass of the speakers that seemed to be everywhere. The lights were off, and only streaming strobe lights illuminated the inside. The floor was taken up by people dancing, or a perverted version of dancing. Cups were strewn all over the floor, as were people the dark haired boy really hoped were just passed out. He picked his way across the room to where he hoped the bar was.

Judging by the amount of drunken or drugged girls being herded out by shady looking guys, the dark haired boy decided he had to watch the bartender as he poured his cup. He watched out for any unwanted substances that would incapacitate him, because he wasn't sure he was going to be able to stop himself if he decided that the party would be better enjoyed naked. With his cup in his hand, he took a sip and scanned the scene of grinding silhouettes. He saw multiple faces with who he wouldn't mind sharing a kiss or two. He distinctly remembered seeing one of them wink at him. Although he was here to have fun, he wasn't sure he was ready to be sucking face with someone when he wasn't even half drunk yet.

So he finished off his drink and made his way to the dance floor where he saw many hungry glances at his body. When he was stuck in the center of the gyrating bodies, he threw his head back, and tried to ignore the disapproving voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like his sister. He was going to enjoy himself and no one could stop him.

After a bit; it could have been minutes, or hours that he spent dancing in the grasps of random people, guys and girls alike, the dark haired boy decided he needed to get another drink. It could have been his second, or his fifth, he couldn't really remember anything that had happened over the past hour or so. But judging by the amount of money he still had in his pockets, either he hadn't had very many drinks, or someone else had bought them for him. This thought made him slightly scared, because he didn't want to be taken away to somewhere seedy by an even seedier guy who thought this skimpy little boy was easy pickings. Even though he was mostly drunk and probably drugged and his coordination was a mess, the dark haired boy could still hold himself in a fight. But he certainly didn't want to be caught unawares if someone did decide to jump him. He had enough common sense to know that he should probably leave before things got ugly. He stumbled out of the middle of the dance floor, and tried to push, shove, and squeeze his way out of the club. The fat bouncer had been replaced by a skinnier, pock-marked man who had a long nose and far too many piercings. He did not wink at the dark haired boy when he left.

Looking back on his decision to leave, the dark haired boy should have remembered to get his jacket. He shivered and wrapped his arms around his body, which was enclosed in only a flimsy long sleeved shirt that was way too tight and thin to be doing much of anything for him. Now that he was out of the warm writhing bodies of the club, he was very cold, and wanted someone to cuddle him and lend him some warmth. Unbidden, an image of his blond friend came into his brain. Back when they were children and it was cold outside, they would sit inside and make a blanket fort. Sitting with their hot cocoas, they would trade hoodies and snuggle up with each other, desperate to salvage what little warmth they had managed to create.

Stranded in the cold with nothing but a thin shirt between him and the freezing temperatures, he would have given anything for one of the blond boy's sweatshirts, even if they were usually covered in something horrendously happy, or sunny. But this was not an option now, and it probably would never be an option again. Miserable, sad, and depressed about his lack of company and potential cuddlers, he trudged on, not wanting to get hypothermia or frostbite.

Soon it was snowing. Hard. Big, thick snowflakes graced the sky and covered the ground with white. If he had been warmer, or perhaps inside, he would have thought it was beautiful. But he was outside, freezing his bottom off, so he did not find it beautiful at all. He shivered again and tried to wrap his arms closer around his body, which did nothing to help his situation, but at least he tried.

After forever, he found himself outside of a familiar building. Searching in his pockets for his key, he started to panic when it wasn't in any of his pockets. Then he remembered that he had put it in his jacket for safe-keeping, just in case someone decided to be a little friendly and he somehow lost his jeans. Now he was regretting that decision, because it left him outside, in the cold, with nothing but a shirt between him and the elements.

Getting ready to cry at how badly this night had turned out, he slid to the ground. By now his body was so cold it wasn't even feeling the temperatures any more. It was almost as though his body had just quit. He was sure to have frostbite, probably pneumonia, and a bajillion other things that would send him to the hospital.

Rather than wait for someone to find him frozen to death in the morning, he decided to give the hospital a heads-up. He pulled out his phone and when the person on the other side picked up and asked him what his emergency was, he said something like I'm cold and forgot my key somewhere and I can't get in my house. By some miracle the lady understood him and asked him for his address. He splurted (A/N yes I just made that word up) out some numbers that he hoped were in the right order and prayed she had some sort of tracking thing because he wasn't sure he was completely coherent. The lady asked him to stay on the line and not die before they got to him. He thought that was pretty considerate, considering they probably got many prank calls like this every day.

Although he tried to stay awake and on the phone, soon the pull of unconsciousness was too strong. Almost knocked out because of the cold, he worried about what the lady on the other side of the phone thought. He hoped they didn't think it was just a lame, not thought out prank call. He mumbled something that maybe sounded like sorry to the lady for falling asleep, but he didn't quite catch her response because he was already out like a light. He hoped the lady would follow through on her promise that he wouldn't die on her watch, but he didn't have very much experiences with promises that were kept, so he wasn't holding out for much.

Oooh! Is Nico going to die? Just have to wait for next week's chapter! Sorry again for the late update:(