What I Like About You

Talk About Bad News!

Author's Notes: Here's another chapter in one night! Ha ha! Excited about how I want this story to turn out right now. Forgive me for minor mishaps, its 2 a.m. and I didn't exactly revise my paper. Beware! This story contains boy x boy, gay, yaoi, etc. please do not flame. You've been warned. Enjoy! (: 

Chapter One: Talk about Bad News! 

"What I like about you, you hold me tight."

A massive headache erupted at the sound of the alarm's obnoxious beeping. Groaning in pain, Terry blindly slammed his hand on his nightstand repeatedly until he heard absolute silence. Nuzzling into his pillow with a content sigh, Terry decided it was probably a good idea to glance at what time it was. "It's only ten in the morning?" questioning if he had read the time correctly. "Hm..?" beside his alarm clock he noticed his phone had several missed call icons. What the hell happen last night? A common question to ask yourself after a long night of partying despite the fact he was suppose to be the designated driver. Terry hoped Rosalie was able to find another ride home because he honestly couldn't remember if he had taken her home or not. Retrieving his cell phone from the wooden nightstand he was curious who was calling. Touching the icons to see miss call log he realized it was his work. "Crap!" 

Terry begun to press the numbers frantically as a pulse of pain hit him hard. "C'mon, c'mon..." urging the other line to answer his impatient call. "Mr. Baccas," the voice belong to his boss, Sharon Carter, who sounded somewhat upset with his late response. "I apologize, Mrs. Carter. I had a long night -"the explanation was cut short when he heard her cough to catch his attention. "I should apologize it is your day off. I was calling to inform you about your new co-anchor for the morning news tomorrow." An exasperated sigh escaped the blonde's lips at the thought of working with a newbie. "Please tell me he or she is experienced." He didn't want to waste his time instructing his co-anchor how to properly speak when discussing important news or remind him of the little things. "He is experienced. No worries. He actually was a news anchor from New York." Sharon smiled because it had taken months to find Terry a suitable partner for the morning news. He was a very picky young man.  

"If that's all the questions then I must go. Good-bye, Mr. Baccas." Sharon smiled to herself before hanging up on him. Meanwhile Terry had to massage his forehead to ease the ache in his head that continued to pester his thoughts. Glancing at the screen to notice there was another miss call from an unfamiliar number. Staring at his cell phone like it was possessed; Terry decided he wouldn't be able to find out without actually calling. "This is Patrick, hello..?" puzzled at the strange voice who answered, Terry begun to do investigate further. "Hello, Patrick. Uh, this is Terry. Err, did you call me..?" his voice was a nervous wreck while he stared at the turned off television to distract himself. "Oh! Terry! How are you, sweetheart? You were a real mess when I dropped you off at your house." He practically had a miniature heart attack as he hung the phone within seconds.  

What did he get himself into? It was comforting to know he didn't sleep with the other man but the worst part was he knew where he lived. What if this guy was a stalker? What if he blackmailed about being a homosexual? He'd lose his job ... then what? A pale hand ran through his golden strands to sooth his anxious nerves. Stumbling out of bed, Terry went into the bathroom to find the Tylenol on the top shelf of his medicine cabinet. Desperately pounding the bottle for a single pill to find he only had one left. Plopping the pill into his mouth while filing up a cup of water to wash down the pill, he stared at his reflection. His hair was a disheveled mess, weary eyes, and his over appearance screamed 'hang over'.  

'Looking good, Terry, looking good.' His inner voice was obviously being an ass because Terry was the opposite of good. He looked dreadful, horrifying, appalling, and other words that were the antonym of good. "There's only bad news for me." Shaking his head in a scowl. "I should call Rosalie. I have to make sure she didn't end up sleeping with some drunk." Even though, Terry wasn't a fan of sleeping with women it didn't mean he couldn't be their close friends, right? Returning to his comfortable as he crawled over for his phone with the intentions of calling Rosalie. He wasn't sure what he planned on doing for the rest day besides recover his hangover, but he did wanted some light on this dark truth.