Special Needs (Unfinished)

I'm just a Peeping Tom.

"Another beer please," Brian said, dropping the other one he drank on the table, causing it to spill on the counter.

"You alright?" The bar tender said, trying to keep the beer from spilling on him.

"I'm fine," Brian was depressed and wanted to drink his life away. He took a drink of his beer and turned around to leave.

"Stay safe," the bartender called from behind.

"Thanks," Brian said, walking out of the bar and around the corner to his flat. He walked up the stairs and walked into a trashed room, full of beer bottles and trash. The man had wanted to call Stefan, he missed him too much. He took out his phone and called him.

"What do you want?" Brian could tell he had woken Mr. Olsdal up, but he didn't care.

"Can you come over?" Brian begged, he was teary-eyed and laying on his couch.

"No, it's 3 a.m. What are you doing awake anyway?"

Brian lit a cigarette and drank from a half-empty beer bottle. "I feel like killing myself. I can't live."

There was a raise of fear in Stef's voice. "I'll come over. See you in a minute." He hung up and Brian passed out.

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"What th-." Brian sat up in bed, with different clothes on than the night before. he only wore shorts and a yellow shirt instead of all black like he had the night before. The room was quiet and empty, except for Brian's breathing.

He didn't remember changing or going to lay in bed.

The man stepped through the mess on his floor to the door, he opened it and saw a tall man cleaning his flat. That man was Stefan Olsdal.

"What are you doing here?" Brian didn't remember too much of last night. He only remembered when Stefan walked out on him.

"You don't remember?" Stef asked, looking up at his friend.

"No, not at all." Brian tried to, but no thought was there.

Stef waved him over to sit on the couch, where he was picking up bottles around the table. "You were drunk and you had called me. Saying you were gonna kill yourself. I came over and you were asleep on the couch. It didn't look comfortable so I just changed you, and put you in bed. Now I'm trying to clean up the mess." He place another bottle in his trash bag.

"Holy fuck. I said that?" Brian wasn't to sure about that. He didn't want that to happen.

"Yeah, you were almost crying." Stef moved Brian's feet from the table and cleaned underneath him.

"Thank you Stefan. I'm grateful." He leaned forward and kissed his head. The tall man smiled widely and picked up some more bottles.

"Welcome, glad you called." He smiled again. "I called off work and so I have more time with you."

Brian completely understood, but was so grateful that he ignored him. "I've through so many terrible relationships, I love you."

"How bad were some?" Stef wasn't feeling that great, he just really wanted to talk.

"If I tell you I will cry." Brian said quietly.

Stef looked up at the twenty-one year old. "Go ahead, I'll be right here." He smiled and sat up to watch Brian.

"When I was 18, I was going over to move in with my boyfriend of about 8 months. My parents kicked me out because I was not what they wanted and I had no place to stay. I told him I was ready to move in. He said that he was fine with it and be there by 2.

When I arrived, he was fucking one of my best friends." Brian started to cry a little. "I fucking ran from the place and never saw him again." The tall man before him cuddled up to the crying black-haired twenty-one year old and tried to quiet him. "The next few days were shit, he kept sending me messages and asking to go back, but I never did. I heard he tried to kill himself but failed to. I fucking don't like it when people try to hurt themselves over me."

"You're okay. Everything is fine now." Stef whispered.

"No, he's was trying to stalk me after our relationship ended. I tried to move away, but that never worked."

"You're safe here though, right?"

"Yeah, someone caught him and he's in jail now. But I fucking hate that. I should've never met him at school." Brian wiped him eyes and scooted closer to Stef's embrace. "I wish I never fucked him at prom and I would've just went on with my life instead of becoming this messed up drugged up kid my parents hate."

"You're fine here with me. I'm not that back shit crazy." Stef said, holding on to Brian tighter.

"Yes, thank you for that. Your probably the least crazy of all my ex-loves." Brian looked up at Stef's with his eyes the showed green in the light.

"That's good." Stef kissed Brian's cheek. "I'm glad to be here all day. You're what I most care about right now."

Brian blushed and looked at the floor, it still was dirty. "I think I need to clean this up."

Stef kissed Brian's cheek again. "C'mon, I'll help."