Special Needs (Unfinished)

Brian, are you okay?

Stefan awoke lying on his couch. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, the teenager was confused about why he slept on the couch. He remembed last night, the thought of Brian made him happy to see him in two days.

He got up from the couch and looked at the wall across the room. There was a knock at the door. Stef didn't notice it until three knocks. "Who is it?" He asked, rubbing his eyes.

"It's your friend, from the other night." The person said from the other side of the door.

"Oh," he got up and opened the door. "Hey Travis." Stefan remembered him from a few days ago. He forgot where he met him.

"Do you remember me?" Travis asked. A sly smile ran across his skinny face.He leaned on the edge of the door. "From your small get together." Travis stroked his had across Stefan's face.

Stef remembered Travis, he was his little 'friend' from two nights ago. He smiled at Travis. "That was enticing." he looked down and bushed.

"Yeah, but I know you liked it." He kissed Stefan and went inside his small, dirty apartment.

"Why are you here?" Stef asked, "That was only a one night thing."

Travis leaning foreward over Stefan's couch. "I'm just here for a little something." He liked his lips and smiled at Stef.

"No, not now. It was only a one night thing. I was drunk and I didn't have a buddy like all my friends so you were mine for the night." Stefan didn't like Travis, he didn't want a boyfriend at the time, Travis was only a fuck buddy. "Now please leave." He showed Travis out the door.

"But, I love you Stefan Olsdal." He said before the door shut in his face.

Stef turned around and walked back to the couch, "Well, I don't like you." The teenager said under his breath. He clicked on the T.v. and binge watched old movies from the sixties.

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Stefan woke himself up, his dozing off on the couch was making him angry. He got up and went out to the balcony for a little air. The sun was still going higher up in the air.

"What the hell?" Stef asked himself. "When did I get up." He went back in his loft. It said on his clock that it was 11:46.

"Fuck," Stefan wanted to sleep more, but he didn't want to be up all night either.

"Maybe I could talk to Brian?" he said to himself. He grabbed his phone and called Brian.

"Hey Stefan," Brian's words were slurred.

"Brian, are you okay?" Stefan asked.

"I'm a little drunk," he giggled a little. "What's up."

Stefan thought Brian's laughter was cute, "Nothing, I just wanted to talk like yesterday." He went back to his balcony and sat down in his little chair outside.

"Oh, that's nice. I'm working on a song." He hit the strings on his guitar. "You'll get to hear it in two days."

Stefan realized that what Brian was playing on wasn't a guitar. "Are you playing a bass?" He asked.

"Yeah, I didn't know if I needed a bass part ready. So I'm making one." Stefan could tell his buddy was excited.

   "You didn't have to. But that's awesome. I'm happy about this. But we don't have to talk about this the whole time. Anything cool happen lately, I mean since last night?" Stef asked.

"No, how about you?" Brian's voice was becoming more high-pitched than it already was. It made Stef laugh.

"A friend came over. I recently had a little party at my flat." He remembered that night and smiled.

"Oh really. I would come to hang with you any day." Brian was happy.

"I could come over now if you're not doing anything? So we could hang early?" He asked.

"That would be alright." Brian told Stefan the directions as best he could. Brian lived about an hour away.

"See you later." Stef said before hanging up.

"See you my sweet prince," Brian hung up. Stefan smiled at Brian's comment. He looked out at the sun once more before going inside, grabbing his things, and leaving for Brian.

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With Brian:

Brian was laying beside his bass on the couch, he had drank three bottles of wine in his time awake. The twenty one year old savored his wine.

He bolted up, "Better get ready for Stefan." Brian started felling dizzy and layed back down. He fell asleep soon after.

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"Brian are you there?" Stef knocked on his door. Brian sat up, his head was in pain.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a second." He rubbed his blue-green eyes and went to open the door.

Stefan stood in the hall with black leather pants, and a black shirt with holes in it. "Hello Brian, nice to see you again." Stef walked inside. Brian didn't how short he was until he saw the nineteen year old.

"So how was the drive?" Brian asked, he tried his hardest to be some what serious and try to not be a drunk asshole.

It was fine. How's the song coming along?" Stefan and Brian sat down on the couch. Brian picked up the wine bottles off the floor and set them on the table. Stefan was surprised. "You've drank that much and your not passed out right now?" He was a little astonished.

"I have a bit of a problem with alcohol." Brian scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. His shoulder length hair went in his face.

"My friends are all alcoholics even though we can't drink illegally yet. I try to stay away. Back on topic, song?"

"Oh, about that," Brian stood up dizzy again, "I'll get the bass." He stumbled his way to his guitars and picked up a green colored bass. Stefan watched him almost fall a few times. He snickered at his friend.

Brian came back to the couch and sat down, "this is it." He started to play, he wasn't the greatest bass player in the world but he played decently.

"That's looks easy enough. Let me try." Brian gave Stefan the bass and repeated what Brian had done.

"You catch on quick my love," Brian said.

Stefan blushed, "You're drunk. But I found that funny."

Brian was actually speaking the truth when he said 'my love'. He wasn't sure if Stef would leave if he said it so he kept the words to himself.

"Anything you were gonna to today?" Stefan asked. He didn't like the silence.

"Umm," Brian leaned over on the edge of the couch. He sighed, "Nothing really. Just wanted to stay here."

"Same," Stefan looked bored. "Let's see what's on Tv." He grabbed the remote and turned the Tele on.

Brian smiled and sat up a bit closer to Stefan. He was happy, just to be with Stefan, nothing else in the world mattered to him.  The twenty one year old savored his moment with a person he had only known for a while. But it made him happy to be there.