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Stefan knocked on the broken door, the memories of the time slowly faded from his mind. He didn't want to remember the pain he felt.

"Brian?" He asked, the room had been silent.Stef was getting a little worried again.

"I'm coming. Hold on." Brian's voice whined as he came to unlock the cracked door.

"Hi," Stefan smiled at the short man infront of him.

Brian leaned up against the door. He wore a long purple colored robe that went down past his pale legs. Stef looked him up and down before Brian said anything, he was smoking. "Come in." He moved so Stef could get inside. He shut the door behind him and flopped down on the couch beside Stef.

"Hello there." Stef smiled at the man. "How's your day been?"

Brian looked at Stef and smiled. "I just awoke. So no good things yet, except you being here."

The man in front of Brian smiled, "that's sweet of you."

"I know." Brian leaned in and planted kiss on Stef's lips. Stef backed away, not knowing at all what was happening. Brian moved away embarrassed by what we did.

"I'm sorry," He looked down solemnly. "I forgot." Brian moved away.

Stefan looked saddened. "No, I'm sorry. I should've never thought you would cheat." Stef made Brian turned around to him. "I'm sorry for everything."

Stefan grabbed Brian's face and pulled him into a kiss. Brian loved it, he was energized by the teen kissing him. But the tall man let go, he didn't want to fall back into what happened before.

"Why'd you leave sweetheart?" Brian's asked surprised.

"I came here for music." Stef said, remembering.

The shorter man moved away, remembering. "Oh, did you bring your bass?" He looked around to find the case Stef was supposed to have.

"Oh, it's in the car." He stood up, going to the door. "I'll be back."

Brian sighed while Stef found his bass, he wanted the Swedish teenager to be his. He tried to be happy that Stef was there and having some time with him, but he wanted more than that.

"Back," he unzipped his case to have a pastel-green bass coming from it. Stef hit the stings, making sure there were in tune. "I'm ready."

Brian went to his little area of instruments and pulled out a red and white guitar. "Since your here I'll play my bitch." He strummed his guitar, ready.

Stef laughed at the name. "Fine so what are we playing? Any ideas?"

"Yeah," Brian smiled. "I do."

They played for hours, listening to each other play and learn. The two had a great time until Stef left, Brian felt at peice with himself. There was nothing really that made him happier.

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Brian woke up on the couch, a little confuse about what he felt. It was a feeling someone was watching him, but he had no idea who.

"Good morning." Stef said, startling him. Brian fell off the couch and onto the floor, still fretting with his confusion.

Stef laughed at the man laying on the floor, "I'm sorry I scared you." He reached out his hand to help his friend up. Brian watched him for a minute before latching on and standing up.

"I thought you went home." The small man felt a pain in his neck. He grabbed his neck and rubbed it before looking upwards to greet Stef's brown eyes.

"I did, but you said last night I could come over anytime. Your door was unlocked so I came in." Stef smiled, he seemed a lot happier than what he was during their little meet up at the tube. "Made you breakfast too. C'mon." Stef lead him to the kitchen, where he had made a tower of pancakes.

"Thank you Stef," Brian smiled before sitting down and putting a couple on the plate infront of him. "Holy shit," Brian said, taking a bite, "these are fucking great."

"Welcome," Stef sat down infront of Brian, folding his fingers togther. "I'm glad I found you." Stef stared at Brian before blushing and looking down towards the floor.

Brian wasn't listening much to Stef, he was mostly figuring out how he was going to eat all of the pancakes. "Yeah, well, you a good cook." He smiled and pointed his fork at the lanky man infront of him.

Stef looked around, realizing that brian wasn't paying attention to him. But he wanted to talk about their relationship.

"So, tell me exactly whant happened three weeks ago?" Stefan stared at Brian, knowing he may not say anything about it.

"Three weeks ago? Well we did Special K together." Brian looked up at Stef's face, figuring what he wanted to know wasn't what he was there for. "Oh, my friend Helena came over to my flat, she probably wanted money or something." He rolled his eyes at the thought of her.

"So that was it? Nothing else?" Stef knew something was missing, but he wanted to see he was correct about the missing piece.

"Yeah, she tries so hard to fuck me, and she knows she will never have me. So the bitch tries, and thats what was going on," Brian took another bite, worshipping Stef's cooking.

"Oh, I'm glad you told me the truth. Most of the people who do that usually say, 'oh baby, what you saw was just your imagination' and other fucking things like that." The tall man sighed and put a pancake on his plate.

"I'm glad that I can actually say the truth, I would kill myself if I was cheating on you and you caught me." Brian looked down.

"Don't do that. If you really feel that way," Stef looked down embarrassed by what he thought. "Would you like to start over?" Stef's voice was quiet. The man wanted to know what his ex actually thought. Maybe they could drop everything from before and start again.

"Yes," The corners of Brian's mouth curled up into a smile. "I'd love that."

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