The Song Of Us.

Sandman.

When Porchay woke up, he was in a large gold-trimmed double bed.

   Chay had a hard time, he was having a terrible migraine. Like often lately. He heard a door open and Macau appeared in front of him, a white tray in his hands. He had brought him a glass of water. Macau was wearing a strange suit, full dalmatian designs. Was he trying to look like Cruella or what ?

- Hello. Did you sleep well, my sweetheart?

Porchay blinked several times in confusion, but Macau gave him a big smile before leaning over and he kissed him quickly before straightening up:

- Come on, hurry up. Let me tell you that you are already late! Stop looking so lost, hop hop! I could keep kissing you, but you will be angry at me again ah ah.
- What... ?

Porchay slowly stood up and Macau circled his face with his large palms before stealing another kiss.
Chay didn't know why, but he didn't refuse it. Yet his heart broke, as if the situation wasn't right. That wasn't what Chay wanted... he was disgusted. Even though Macau was a good kisser, actually. But that didn't feel right. Porchay wanted ..... someone else but he felt that he couldn't remember a specific name.

- Where do you want to go ? Macau, I don't get it...
- Hmm? You don't usually call me that, did I do something wrong babe?
- No, no I just don't understand what's going on...

Macau shrugged before rolling his eyes. He forced Chay to stand up by taking his hand. Then he dragged him into the bathroom where Porchay had to insist on getting dressed alone.

He was in the minor family home. Along the halls, P'Pete had put pictures... There was a little boy, who looked like Vegas, then pictures of them like a very warm family, and a picture caught Chay's attention: Macau and Chay glued against each other in a sweet selfie. They looked like a couple. Porchay felt goosebumps all over his body.

- P'Pete, Hia. Macau greeted as he entered the kitchen, Porchay behind him.
- Aghghg... a baby on Pete's lap stared at Porchay with a haughty expression.
- Hi...
- Venice stop moving everywhere! (Pete passed the child into Vegas' arms and the two looked like they deeply hated each other). Chay how are you this morning?
- Hmm.
- Good. Do you know that Porsche is going to pick you up to take you to college? Vegas, no !
- Hia ? Ah yeah..

Macau looked at Chay worriedly and put an arm around the young boy's shoulders before giving him a kiss on the cheek. Porchay wanted to throw up.

- Everything will be fine, you'll see. You always dream of entering this faculty of sciences, don't you?

Porchay choked on his own saliva and began coughing violently. Something was seriously wrong, he felt his hands burn. Sciences ? No Porchay liked... Music! Yes ! That was more of his liking, especially guitar... But why ? He couldn't remember..

Porchay excused himself for a moment and tried to find a bathroom.
Macau had followed him and when Porchay sat up from the sink with water in his face, Macau gave him a hug. Porchay looked at him curiously through the mirror and he gently pushed Macau away.

- I'm doing well thanks. No need to worry dude.
- Dude ?
- Uh....

A person kept coming back to Chay's aching mind who eventually collapsed to the ground holding his head in his hands, pulling his hair and screaming in pain.

- OH STOP!!!
- Chay ??!!! What is happening to you?!
- Make it stop! PLEASE ! I AM IN PAIN, HELP ME ! OH MY GOD. FUCK.

Macau was distraught over his boyfriend's odd behavior. He stroked his back gently, and he wondered if P'Pete should call a doctor, but Chay was shivering violently. Porchay could even hear his teeth chattering, he felt like an elephant was sitting on his head.

    For a split second, Porchay caught a glimpse of someone's figure: a tall, thin man, dressed in black pants and a leather jacket, long hair and an all-consuming beauty.

- P'Kim... Chay whispered that familiar name in his ears.

He felt his headache weakened  more and more just by evoking this name... So Chay concentrated on this P'Kim. Gradually, Porchay collapsed against Macau and he felt his spirit sink.
None of this made sense, Macau had never interested Porchay, they were just friends. Chay heard Macau grumble close to his ear:

- Kim? Your asshole ex? Do you still think about him despite what he did to you?
- My ex ?

Chay looked with difficulty at Macau, his eyes burning. He felt his heart racing and he grabbed Macau's collar before saying aggressively:

- P'Kim.... Where can I found him please?! I really need to see him right now, I am begging you, Macau...

Macau angrily pushed Chay away and he quickly stood up, rolling his eyes.

- I don't know what you're up to this morning, Chay. But even though you decided to be weird, I still love you. On the other hand, can you stop mentioning my cousin's name? You are making me sad, is it again one of your attempt to make me jealous... ? As a little reminder, you killed Kim yourself, by the way.

Porchay had slowly sat up, and every word Macau brought back a huge headache. Shit, the pain was so intense that Chay barely had time to turn around towards the sink and he threw up, under the bewildered gaze of Macau.

- We've been dating for 3 years, Chay! Damn, I thought you had managed to forget that asshole! You didn't have to kill him to be with me then, because I only see a man plagued by regrets, and not a man in love with me! I thought you loved me, fuck!

Porchay wiped his mouth with a little water and he turned around before feeling big tears rising up...

- Ki...Kill...Kim ?... Macau, what did you just say?
- Seriously Chay, wake up.
- What ?
- CHAY WAKE UP, DAMN IT.

Macau raised an angry hand and slapped Porchay, but Porchay felt no pain, instead he found himself plunged into darkness again.

This time, Porchay woke up alone. In a large hotel room. He touched his cheek, the one Macau had wanted to slap, there were tears. Porchay sat up, he was awake for real this time.
He looked around, his migraine was lighter. Then someone knocked on his door, and Porchay's migraine completely disappeared.