Hey ho! Another one shot I wasn't going to write but then it popped into my head and I though why not!?

I hope you enjoy!

Warning: Strong Language.

Big Brother: Sebastian's First Sighting

Tuesday 12th of June, 2012.

"What the fuck Matt!? What do you mean the manuscript didn't get delivered on time!?" Sebastian yelled into his phone as he walked through the busy streets of Manhattan after a long and stressful day at work. Who would've thought book publishers would have to go through so much shit he thought angrily before making sure it was safe to cross.

The weather looked to be a little worse for ware, the sun was still out but Sebastian knew it was only a matter of time before the curtains opened and New York would be in the midst of a downpour. It hadn't rained in months so of course it was only a matter of time.

He stopped outside of some bakery, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. His anger was a problem and he was trying to work on it. "Matthew?" he said in a tone that would've sounded calm if it wasn't for Sebastian saying it, instead it sounded deadly.

"You have twenty four hours to get the complete manuscript to Lauren Kate okay? If she still doesn't have it by this time tomorrow, then you won't have a job. Deal?" His tone was very composed, no hint of anger presence but sometimes, nothing was everything.

His eyes were still closed when Matthew replied a few moments later "y-yes Sebastian, Sir. Mrs Kate will have the manuscript by lunch time tomorrow I promise." There was a pause before he added "I'm so sorry about this Sir, I really am." Matthew said it so sincerely any normal person would've felt guilty for yelling at him, not Sebastian though.

"Don't promise or apologise Kid, just get it done," his tone still cold, and with that he hung up. A headache forming in the back of his head as a result of his long day. Around him the sky got darker, with a small smile and a longing glance upwards slowly started to make his way to the restaurant.

He was trying to forget about the idiots that worked for him and focus on what he knew was about to come. He was about to meet his best friend in the entire world for dinner, and if he was lucky he might even get caught in a down pour. Both things he looked forward too anytime.

He was just coming up to Broadway when the rain started to fall. He couldn't stop the smile that grew on his face as he watched people's pace pick up as they tried to get out of the rain, or how very few people seemed to have an umbrella.

Sebastian loved the rain, there was something about it that just made him wish it would always rain. The rain always brought with it peacefulness and would give old things a fresh new look.

This always busy street was now deserted expect for himself and a few people scattering around on their way to where ever they were going. The streets and trees were given a new lease of life as they glistened from the rain, the sight both intrigued and relaxed him.

He wasn't usually the type of guy to make a scene, yes I am he corrected with a smile as he decided to do something he rarely did in public, it normally being confined to the space of his backyard, but today he didn't have a care in the world, it'd been a long day.

As the rain started to get heavier he put his brief case on the floor and outstretched his arms, looking up to the skies above him. The feeling of the rain hitting his skin and soaking through him clothes made him feel at peace.

He stuck out his tongue to taste the rain, trying to soak the peaceful tranquility the rain brought with it in anyway he could. It so rarely rained in New York and he would embrace and relish in it when it did. He blocked everything out, ignoring the sound of the people as they rushed past and the looks he was sure he received.

Instead he turned in circles while revelling in the sensation, even the cold shivers running through his body made him feel good. He was smiling as he felt his suit get heavier, his shirt sticking to his chest and how there were now pools in his shoes but he didn't care. He never cared about anything when rain was in the air.

He had no idea what it was that he found so appealing about the rain but he'd loved the rain for as long as he can remember. The rain could mean so many different things and most people hated it. He knew it wasn't the reason he loved it so much but the rain was related to some of his favourite memories, and when it rained, he loved being reminded of every one of them.

When it rained and he did this little, ritual you could call it, he always thought about his life. The things he was doing, the things he wasn't. He would think of the people who were in his life and the people who no longer were. When it rained, that was the only time Sebastian would tell himself the truth.

It was the only time when he would admit to himself his fears, his worries and even his dreams. Saying something to a friend was a lot different to telling yourself. When you tell your friends it's just words, but when you tell it to yourself, it's no longer just words.

He wasn't sure how long he'd been spinning around absorbing the rain but eventually he stopped, he felt himself getting dizzy, something that he assumed with age considering he used to be able to this for ages when he was a kid.

For whatever reason he turned to look to his right, an action he didn't really needed to do. Later on he would decided that it must've been chance or fate that made him look at his favourite coffee shop. At that moment, his eyes locked with a beautiful pair of eyes and nothing else seemed to matter, as rare as that was for him, it was true.

Sebastian didn't know what it was that made him interact with the stranger, but he did and he couldn't help the huge smile that crossed his features. He continued to look at the beautiful man who was sat in the warmth of his favourite coffee shop at his favourite table.

After a second he waved at the man, boy he corrected, he couldn't be more then twenty years old. Said boy blushed at either being caught staring or the fact he waved, he wasn't sure. One thing he was sure about though, was that he was the most beautiful male he had ever seen.

He caught the time on his rolex as he waved and that was when reality caught back up with him, he was going to be late. He dropped his gaze and grabbed his brief case without a glance at the boy again. He was just a boy and he had a life to get back to, it wasn't as if he'd see this boy again.

Sebastian had walked maybe three feet when he just had to look back, was that boy still looking at him? If so, why? He turned and smiled in the boys direction only to see that he was in fact still watching him, his cheeks were still flushed red and he wondered again what made the boy watch him?

He felt his own cheeks redden slightly as the boy smiled back, a breathtaking smile. Sebastian didn't want to look away, he wanted to go in and meet this stranger, find out his name and his interests. It was a weird feeling because Sebastian wanted to know him. The thought terrified him.

It terrified him so much, he wasn't one to feel anything for strangers and he didn't like that he was suddenly changing. If he let himself feel anything for anyone he was opening himself to hurt and Sebastian didn't do that, not anymore.

So with one more smile he turned his attention back on the streets ahead as he picked up his pace, the rain still beating down on his skin as he made his way to meet Blaine for dinner, something he'd been looking forward to all day after not seeing him for over a week.

He tried everything to get that stupid smile out of his mind, everything, yet nothing seemed to work. He stood outside the door to Fireflies trying to compose himself, hoping his best friend wouldn't notice that he was slightly distracted.

Instead he focused on how he would be seeing Blaine who he hadn't seen in a couple of weeks, fortunately it managed to distract him for a while but of course he couldn't keep anything from Blaine.

He listened to Blaine as he spoke about Carson and his younger brother Kurt as he tried to understand why this boy was still in his head and why he cared so much about what he was doing. Why did it matter?

Smiling at Blaine as he gushed about how amazing this Kurt was, he put his head in his hands asking himself a question he wondered if he'd ever get the answer; why does he matter?

Ah I don't know what I think, what do you guys think?

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Love Kaylee xx