"Alright, later, Joey," Gene smiled, watching the guest guitarist take his leave.
Humming to himself, the chocolate haired man gathered up the guitar and his keyboard. Losing his grip on the car keys, they fell to the floor. "Crap," Gene muttered while setting down the guitar. He put his weight on one knee on the floor to grab them, but before he could, a pale hand snatched them up. Looking up, Gene's eyes locked with emerald green ones. Inches away from them, Gene backed up a bit. It was a tall, blonde man, freckles scattered around his cheeks. The man stood up and smiled, reaching out a hand for Gene to help him up. Gene sat there, lost in thought about him.
"You alright?" the man asked quietly, his face forming a worried expression. Gene felt his face heat up before grabbing the blonde's hand. "Ye-yeah! Thanks," he replied, a grin on his face. Handing him the keys, the blonde smiled back. "You were out there on the keyboard, weren't you?" he asked. Picking up Logan's guitar, Gene nodded, "Yup, that was me alright."
"I know everybody else was focusing on your blonde friend, but I think you were pretty good," the blonde gave him a genuine smile. Gene blinked in disbelief, looking around before pointing at himself. "Wait, me? No, no…I'm…not that good," The chocolate haired boy laughed nervously. "I mean, I didn't do much except the beat and stuff." The blonde laughed. "I beg to differ. Oh, I should probably…introduce myself. I'm Scott," he said. "I'm Gene," Gene said.
"So, uh, why are you back here? I thought they didn't let anybody who doesn't work here backstage," he asked. Scott gave another grin; he happened to be full of them. "My uncle's the owner, so..." The lights above the two shone brightly, the light hitting something on Scott's right ear. Gene tried to catch a glimpse of what it was. The light hit it again, causing a small silver earring to shine. Gene felt his heart skip a beat. Oh, God.
"You sure you're okay? You're acting weird," Scott questioned him. Blushing, Gene tried to get ahold of himself. Why am I so nervous? Usually I'm the one charming the shit out of the guy, not the one being charmed…well, not intentionally. I mean he's not exactly coming onto me…but he is gay, right? The earring and all… Gene continued to have a mental battle with his thoughts, causing Scott to grab him by the shoulders and shaking him.
"Gene, c'mon! What's wrong?" the green eyed man said with worry. Gene snapped back to reality. "Sorry, I was just...uh, spacing out about what I'm gonna do when I get home," he mumbled before blushing again, considering if he should ask Scott to come over. Too soon, besides he's probably taken. Gene thought. "I'm kinda worried about you, do you want me to help you carry all this stuff to your car?" Scott asked, starting to take the guitar from Gene, not bothering to wait for an answer. "Oh, no, you don't ha-"
"No, I think I do," Scott chuckled, looking into Gene's brown eyes. Gene gave in. "O-Okay…" he said, his words in an "I would do anything for you" tone. Damn, and the car looks like shit, too… Opening the exit that Logan had left through, Scott held the door. "Ladies first," he joked. Walking out the door and into the alleyway, Gene scoffed. "I take insult to that!" he laughed before stepping in a puddle. Looking down, Gene lifted his shoe. "Why am I always stepping in…" his words trailed off as he realized it wasn't water. The smell of rust filled the air, and Gene looked down the alleyway. His eyes widened in horror.
"Oh my fucking God! Logan?!" The sound of a keyboard hitting the ground and splashing in blood echoed through the small alley. Running to his roommate, Gene practically threw himself beside the bleeding man. His arm… Gene thought, ripping off the dirty jacket sleeve Alexis had cut open. He tore off a small part of his shirt, holding Logan in his arms as he tied the fabric around the bleeding arm. Scott ran to Gene after gently placing the guitar against the wall. "I-Isn't that your friend?"
Gene frantically nodded before checking for a pulse. Still there. He sighed in relief, getting up and looking at Scott. "Can you get the instruments, we gotta take him to the hospital," Gene looked down at the ground, the knees and shins of his pants stained with Logan's blood. "He lost a lot of blood. Like, more than the normal amount," he panicked, then turned to Scott. "Usually, I don't trust strangers, but can you get the car for me? It's the crappy red Camaro with the Banjo bumper sticker, go!" "Banjo?" Scott looked at him, picking up the keyboard and guitar. "I don't have time to explain, just go!" The blonde nodded before sprinting off with the keys.
Scott kept his eyes on the road as he drove in the direction of the hospital. Gene was still shaking in fear, still crying, still holding Logan in the back seat. Looking down at the bloody blonde in his arms, Gene had to wipe his nose with his sleeve, which was now soaked. "Thanks for this," the trembling man said. Scott nodded, "No need to thank me, really." Gene shook his head. "No, really…I probably wouldn't be able to drive while crying, so…" He wiped his cheeks, slightly embarrassed. The first real time they went somewhere together, and it had to be a hospital to put his roommate in. Oh, and it didn't help Scott saw him at one of his most vulnerable moments, either.
Scott looked at Gene from the rearview mirror. "Hey, it's fine," he smiled. Gene smiled back, his little black heart on his cheek smudging into a dirty black mess.
Once at the hospital, Scott helped Gene carry Logan inside. The ER nurses quickly took him from them, putting him on a stretcher and rolling away with him. Receptionists pestered the two with medical questions before telling them to sit in the waiting area. Gene held himself as Scott put an arm around him, a worried expression on his face. "He's gonna be just fine, Gene," he tried to reassure his friend. "It's gonna be a while before they let you go back there, though," Scott said, "C'mon, let's go outside. I know a secluded place." Gene blushed. Secluded? Alone? With him? Nobody else? "Yeah, sure," the shorter man nodded. The dirty blonde smiled and led the way.
Holding his head with his elbows propped up on his thighs, Gene sat next to the taller blonde on the carefully crafted white wooden bench. Scott frowned with a hand on the back of the man, watching him. "Gene, um, sorry if this is a bit forward, but you seem pretty attached to Logan. Are you two…?"
Gene blushed and opened his eyes, staying in position. "N-No, we're not…a thing. But…Christ why am I doing this; can I tell you a secret?" He sat up, looking miserably down at the ground in front of them. Scott blinked, a bit shocked to see Gene be so trusting to a complete stranger so soon. "Uh, yeah, sure," he said.
The chocolate haired man looked away before mumbling, "I've always had a crush on him. I tried to make it obvious, but he didn't really catch on, so I stopped trying after he made it apparent he wanted my sister. It hurt a little, but he's straight, I mean I can't really make him gay. God, if I could, my life would be so much easier. Anyway, I dunno, it's been on my mind for the past few weeks, sorry if I creeped you out or something."
Scott smiled, his cheeks a shade of pink. "You're joking, right? I thought you caught on," he chuckled a little. Gene turned red, then looked at him embarrassed, "Well, I don't know! I can't read minds! I thought maybe you lost the other earring or something, because I knew nobody like you would even want to talk to me! I mean the last guy who hit on me was this old man," Gene started rambling. Laughing, Scott covered Gene's mouth with his hand. "Maybe you shouldn't judge people so soon, Gene," he looked into his eyes, grinning. Gene looked back before widening his eyes and turning away. "God, I look like a wreck, sorry," He didn't have time to turn back, though, as he felt arms wrapping around his husky frame. Gene smiled to himself, placing a hand on one of Scott's arms. "Thanks."
Scott gave him one tight squeeze before getting up, slipping his hands into his jean pockets. "Come on, I bet they're looking for us," he said. "Well, you, anyway. They have no use for me, really." Gene looked up at the dirty blonde, blushing. "I don't care if they don't need you, can you stay with me? This whole situation…" Scott smiled warmly, removing one of his hands and reaching out for Gene's. The two clasped hands as Gene was pulled up. Gene almost wanted to keep holding hands before deciding against it. He wasn't sure how he'd explain it to Logan, if he was even conscious.
The sound of the ECG echoed throughout the small area that was designated to be a makeshift room, separated by curtains. Logan was still unconscious unfortunately, but thankfully was going to survive. The doctor assured Gene that Logan didn't have excessive brain damage. He was lucky, in fact: if he had been hit any harder, Logan would have suffered major trauma. As for the arm, it would take about two months to heal. Seeing as he would more than likely be unconscious for the remainder of the night, he would be kept in the hospital for a few days, only so they could be sure he would be alright. He did receive a gruesome amount of damage, after all, and with how much blood he lost it would take a while.
Gene watched the nurses put Logan on a rolling bed and out the door into a hallway leading to countless rooms. "I'm sorry, but since visiting hours are long over, and you're not relatives of the patient, I'll have to ask you to come during visiting hours later today," a tall male nurse told them. He smiled at the two men, looking them over. Gene looked down, slightly less upset than he was when he came to the hospital. Scott frowned. "Gene, it's gonna be okay, honey, I promise," he whispered, desperate to see his new friend smile again. The male nurse watched the tall blonde slip his hand into Gene's, causing the musician to blush. "You guys are a pretty cute couple," the nurse smiled as he turned away to walk down a hallway, "Have a good night." Both men turned a bright shade of red. "We-We're not…" Scott started to say, but the nurse was already halfway down the hall.
Scott cleared his throat, looking away so Gene couldn't see his red face. He gently let go of the other man's hand then turned back to him. "D-Do you want a ride home?" Scott asked, smiling, still a little bit of pink fleshing his cheeks. Truth be told, he really didn't want to leave the musician's side. Gene bit his lip before looking at his own hands, fiddling with them. "Actually, Scott…" he trailed off. "Yes?"
"It's…been a long time since I slept at the apartment all by myself, and honestly I don't really like the idea of it," Gene mumbled. "Would it be a problem if you stayed overnight? W-With me?" He looked up at Scott, who was grinning. "I'd love to. Gotta stop at my place for a minute, though, okay?" Gene was impatient and shook his head. "No, Scott, c'mon! We can wash your clothes and you can wear something of Logan's," he whined. "Just…please don't go…" Gene whispered before being hugged tightly from the side. "I won't go, not ever again," Scott cooed into Gene's ear, petting him. The heavier man laughed quietly, "If you weren't so nice, I'd be creeped out by that." Scott smiled. "Let's go."