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Chapter 6! Wooooo! We managed to get it written as fast as we could!

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Chapter 6: Impossible Disagreements

An hour ago he was in the market, ten minutes ago he was freaking out..

Okay he was still freaking out but can you honestly blame him?

"Roy!" Garth screamed at the closed door in a very panicked tone.

"...what…?" Roy made a quiet reply, half annoyed and half worried.

Without warning, the door swung open. Garth stood tall as he approached Roy, who was curled up on the bed, and began to shake the depressed archer.

"Roy, talk to me. Being locked in your room isn't good for you."

Garth sighed, "Roy. I saw him today."

He sat down, touching Roy's arm, looking at his boyfriend face.

The redhead looked up, eyes narrowed in anger.

"What? Did you go out of your way to look for him?" Roy emphasized him with disgust.

"What?! No! I saw him, when I went to get some foo-"

Roy growled, sitting up, he grabbed both of Garth's biceps, "I bet you even had a nice time! Probably laughed, Huh?!"

Garth whimpered, "Roy..You're hurting me…" as the gripping on his arm tightened with each venomous word that dripped from Roy's mouth.

The black haired boy tried to free himself and he found himself wishing he hadn't come into the archer's room.

Closing his eyes, he tried to block out the enraged boy in front of him, by now Roy was shaking him and screaming.

Bitterly reminding himself that the room was soundproof, Garth's heart quickened in fear when he realized that Roy was aggressively holding his face.

"Why did you take so long to get back! Were you with him! Answer me Garth!" Roy roared.

He never thought himself weak, timid maybe but not weak. No. By no means was he weak.

Only till now he never felt truly terrified at a person.

"Nothing happened..!" He yelled desperately, trying to reassure the other.

"Then what took you so long!" Roy gritted out.

"I went by a hair salon to get you a new comb since the on-"

"Liar!" Garth was suddenly thrown back to the floor.

"Wait… Roy! I'm not lying to you!" he pulled out a yellow comb from his pocket. It shined with the red "S" detailing and polished lacquer coat.

Quickly, Garth got up and handed the comb to Roy, backing up a few steps in case the boy would lash out at him again.

Roy turned to walk back onto his bed.

"Roy, what's wrong? I'm here for you, you know?" Garth took one step forward.

"Get out!" Roy snapped.

"Wait! I-" Garth tried to fight back.

"I said.. GET OUT!" Roy said, this time turning around to look at Garth and then move his eyes to the open door.

"Fine, if that is what you want. I'll be in my room." Garth began to walk out of the room.

"You want the door opened or closed?"

"Closed." The door was slowly shut, only the small click of the lock could be heard in the quiet room.

Garth walked slowly to his room, rubbing the tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.

"Well, I tried.."

Opening the door, he quickly crawled into his bed and rolled to his side.

Clutching his stuffed fish, he looked at the date embroidered on the fish's fin.

"So many memories together, not once have we had a fight." Garth pulled the fin closer, "this day was our first day together. Roy…."

Purple orbs shimmered with new tears, closing his eyes he allowed his emotional exhaustion to rest as he fell asleep.

~An hour later~

Garth eyes shot open as he realized that he could make a surprise gift for Roy in an attempt to make up for the fight.

Quickly, he ran down the hall to the main room. Once there, he made a dash to the stereo system and rummaged through all the CDs.

"Aha! There you are!"

Finally he found the disc that he was looking for. Garth sped back to his room to make the disc look somewhat acceptable to present to Roy.

On the note, he wrote: Roy, I didn't mean to make you upset over Oliver. I found this disc because it shows you what I feel for you. I'll always be here when you need me. Hope you enjoyed the comb. I thought it would match you more than that old black one that you have.

-Garth

Garth made his way down to Roy's room, attaching the note on the disc, he knocked on the door once and slid the item under the door.

Roy, hearing the knock, looked at the door as the disc was being slid into his room. Rising off the floor, Garth turned to walk away from the room.

Before he could make it very far, Garth heard footsteps coming closer to him on the other side of the wall and the disc sliding a bit on the floor.

Roy took a look at the disc, read the note, and started to retreat back to curl upon his bed.

Garth smiled to himself, shaking his head, before making his way to his room once more.

See you in the next chapter!