castiel drudged on home still thinking about the mystery stalker he had. What was she like? What was her name?
Ever since that first day he had known she had been camping out each night to hear him play. Secretly he was really flattered by her consistency... Or loyalty or whatever you call a fan like her. She hadn't missed a day and she had figured out the pattern in his practices too.
What if she was going there every night just to see if he was there?
He snorted and look to the side. He felt so silly being all love struck like this, he was tougher wasn't he? He doesn't go for the maiden in love yet he's been thinking and pining for an invisible stalker for the past few weeks.
He'd even gone as far as dedicating songs to her. He had begun singing directly to her from the basement, mainly less controversial love songs and feel good songs that he and Lys wrote, and also ones he wrote himself. He had even considered writing a song for her.
"Ahhh... What are you doing?" He chided himself running a hand through his hair.
"You don't even know what she looks like... For all I know she could be Amber, that brat." He muttered. A habitual smirk graced his face as he ran through his head the highly improbable notion that a girl like amber who thought his Winged Skulls T-Shirt was a "Monster High" logo could possibly like his music. Yeah fat chance!
One day he'd find that mystery girl.
He stopped outside the front of his house and stared at the door. It was slightly ajar for some reason. Snapped out of his childish musings he rushed through the door, ready to put-em-up to whoever this psycho intruder was...
When he just fells against the doorway and groaned loudly seeing a sick and stuffy looking Lysander baby talking his dog demon, who was acting out of character by licking Lysanders hands and was propped up on his hind legs, his paws resting on the white haired boys thighs like an idiot dog.
Lysander suddenly stopped when he caught sight of the owner of the house, having heard his groan
"Ah, castiel you're finally home. My apologies I just had something to talk to you about." He said in a kind of hoarse and snuffy voice.
Castiel fought down a few snickers at how funny Lysander sounded when he was sick. Almost like a deep-voiced-chipmunk...
"Yeh? What is it? You know if it wasn't you who just casually broke into my house you'd be in the hospital right now..." Castiel said. He strode over a bit more relaxed and sat down in a further seat on the couch.
Lysander turned to him and demon jumped up on the couch panting.
"It's... A bit embarrassing but... I can't hold it back any longer." He started. He clasped his hands together and stared at the dog, wishing he could be as care free as he was.
Castiel tried to be patient but as a few more seconds passed he began to get irritated, "um... Hello? Earth to Lys?" He snapped his fingers.
Lysander scowled and blushed in embarrassment before clearing his throat and stuttering out...
"I... I know you and I have been friends for a long time now... And..." He began.
Castiel suddenly felt frozen. Where had he heard THAT line before exactly?
"And well... I I just know you would never judge me... I-I mean, that's the reason I'm friends with you. You-you always treat me well, even when I can be eccentric or d-difficult..."
Castiel fidgeted and looked away, trying not to jump the gun, but if this was going the way he thought it was, then you could basically say...
"And I can understand if you don't want to support me with this. Its a big bomb I'm dropping, I know, but you're important to me and I need you to know this..." Lys took a deep breath and took a small intermission before finishing off.
Castiel was great flu for the silence. It have him time to prepare himself. If anything was a confession of love this was it!
But why? Why now right in the middle of things with him and this other girl... And now that he was reminded of it, what if SHE was actually a HE? He hadn't even considered that! Why hadn't he seen it before!?
But of course, how could he not have seen it? Of course Lysander was in love with him! That would explain all the steamy lyrics, and the way he spoke to him before and after practice... The weird looks he got, and the constantly breaking into his home like he lived here!
How dense could he possibly be? He braced himself for it. After all, maybe this was a good thing...? Maybe...?
Lysander breathed in deeply one more time;
"I'm in love with the new student at school... Well... One of them." He Blurted.
...
Castiel stared into space, feeling drained of life and excruciatingly ridiculous. He cursed himself mentally in about five different languages before hanging his head to the side and mimicking Nathaniel in one of his face palm of doom stunts.
He was simmering with rage at himself for having been so presumptuous but kept it all in so that he didn't take it out on his best friend. Plus, the poor guy had gone and just ranted on about how much he trusted him, and admired his inability to judge him.
Yeah, because he was just totally perfect like that.
Castiel sighed and then after regaining his composure, he turned to his nervous wreck of a friend.
"Wow, I didn't think I would ever find myself in this situation... So..." He rolled a hand in the air carelessly trying to think of how to continue the conversation.
Nervously Lysander grabbed his hand to stop him before saying, "I want you to help me. I... I want to ask him... Well..." He blushed and looked at their hands being connected, although it meant nothing to Castiel...
Actually castiel was feeling kind of sweaty and awkward, trying to break free from the Victorian boys oddly possessive death grip.
"Oh. Right. Sorry." He let go of his hand, and castiel rubbed his wrist furiously grumbling to himself.
"So you want to write a song for him?" Castiel guessed.
Lysander looked at him like he just perfected the Spanish language in five minutes.
"No... I just wanted to ask him out but... Now that you mention it..." He muttered.
Castiel rolled jis eyes. The only reason he'd said it was because it had been something he was meaning to do for this mystery girl... Actually, scratch that. It was a mystery PERSON.
"Well, look. Once you're all cured of whatever it is you've got you can think up a melody. Then send me a keyboard clip of it and I'll fine tune it, and think up a few chords. But if you want to sing the song to him, you gotta get the lyrics yourself. I'm looking to serenade a certain person myself anyway..."
He coved his mouth and looked away, growing a nice shade of pink as Lysanders eyes narrowed, an uncharacteristic smirk gracing his fine features.
"Its nothing... " castiel insisted. "Just ignore that. I was being sarcastic."
Lysander hit him with a couch cushion and then uttered slyly,
"well I never go for the maiden in love, and my love doesn't come for free.
Come on and show me what you love... about me...
I want to see the gleam in your eyes when we're together, I want to set your spirit free...
So why don't you stop running away from me..."
Castiel groaned and hid his head under the same couch cushion.
Earlier that night he had quoted a Lysander song 'the maiden in love' which was more like a sung ballad, with a few alterations he had made to suit his little whispers to the person behind the door.
Lysander continued to complete the chorus, poking his friend and grinning;
"Oooh, she's a maiden in love, playing hard to get
Oooh, I know she want's me bad, I haven't caught her yet"
He huffed into the pillow and then tossed it back at Lys who then continued with his lyrical teasing, a very irritable castiel trying not to lose his cool and demon had begun to try and catch the flying cushion as it flew back and forth between them.
Eventually once they stopped fighting 'like little girls' as Cas put it, they agreed to help each other with their little problems. But Lysander would go first because at least they knew who he WAS.
In bed that night Cas fumbled with a tape recording of his own song, 'let me be me' and hummed to it until he fell asleep. He'd always be him, and he wished this mystery person would do the same.