Joker Out Stories

The shit, hath hiteth, the fan-eth: Part 4

(Bojan Cvjetićanin x Kris Guštin)

"What do you mean you're not coming with us to Thailand?!" Kris yelled at Bojan.

The love and comradery that had been between them in the weeks before because of the concert and breakup had swiftly evaporated the second Bojan told the other man his holiday plans.

"I mean just that, you guys are going to go to Thailand but I'm staying here to go to Italy with my family," Bojan said, not wanting to escalate the fight too much.

It didn't work though, as the other man got visibly angrier at those words.

If this had been a cartoon, Kris would have had smoke coming out of his ears forming the shapes of exclamation marks, but as it was real life the only signs that he was angry were: the colour of his face (a shockingly bright red), the pure scowl decorating his features, and the fact that his entire body was shaking with rage.

Bojan didn't know why the other man was suddenly so mad, surely it didn't matter that much that he was spending his only time off in ages with his family instead of the people he spent almost every waking moment with.

But no, Kris was absolutely fuming for some reason and just kept yelling.

Then suddenly Kris got a look in his eye which Bojan really didn't like.

He didn't know how to describe it, it was like the other man's face was suddenly simultaneously filled with sheer happiness, triumph, despair, and terror all at the same time.

Kris' voice suddenly dropped, and he practically spat, "It's because of him, isn't it?".

"It's his birthday so you're going to leave me-, I mean us, to go flaunt around and have fun with your boyfriend while the rest of us are on the band holiday," Kris said seething and Bojan started to catch on.

"What?! Jere is not my boyfriend, he's just my friend, and you would be able to tell that if you actually paid fucking attention to me for once instead of only talking to me when we're having a fight," Bojan said fully giving up on trying to be civil.

"Pay attention to you? Pay attention to you?! I do nothing but pay attention to you. I can do nothing else as I am with you 24/7. It's me who you don't pay attention to. Except for the breakup, when have you ever asked me what has been going on with my life in the past months?"

"Never. You barely talk to me and sometimes I feel like the only way I can get your attention is when we fight" Kris said, his eyes starting to glisten.

"Oh you are so fucking jealous. You wish that it was you I was going off with don't you. You wish that I would get up and leave, and we would run off together into the moonlight like we're in a fucking rom-com don't you."

"Well guess what, we're not in a stupid fucking rom-com, and even if I was ditching you guys to go on a romantic holiday, which I'm not doing by the way, I would never run away with you." Bojan could once again tell that he had gone too far, but this time when Kris started crying, he didn't run away.

He just turned to give Bojan the coldest fucking glare he had ever seen in his life and kept talking.

"You fucking bastard. I can't believe you. How absolutely fucking dare you. I have never once pretended to be anything else than madly fucking in love with you and this is how you finally bring it up?" he said and Bojan looked taken aback.

That didn't stop Kris though, if anything it spurred him on. Once he had started he felt like this would be the only time he would ever be able to finish.

"Just to fucking spit in my face over a petty fucking argument. This is cruel, even for you. We could have talked about this years ago, but no, the first time you had to bring it up is now."

At this point Bojan couldn't tell if Kris still knew he was there, it was almost as if the other man was talking to himself even though he was yelling animatedly at the top of his lungs.

"Also I never said that I wanted to run off into the sunset with you or whatever it was you said. So you can take your fucking stupid holiday to Italy or wherever and shove it up your perfect arse."

This was the final thing Kris said before he ran out of the room, leaving Bojan to wonder what the fuck had just happened.

Kris was madly in love with him? Since when? Also why did he seem to think that Bojan knew?

There were so many questions bouncing around Bojan's brain and he had to sit down to take stock of what had happened.

Kris loved him. This one fact kept repeating in his head, over and over again, and soon it was the only thing he could think, could hear.

It was as steady as his heartbeat, actually probably steadier right now given the circumstances, and the realisation made Bojan start to get a bit light headed.

All those months, years of Bojan pining over the other man, Kris was pining too?

It was almost too much to comprehend, and the knowledge filled Bojan with joy and more than a little fear.

Was it too late for love though? Had Bojan finally pushed Kris too far? He hoped with all of his heart that he hadn't, not now of all times when he was finally close enough to reach what he'd always wanted.

One thing was clear though, he would have to talk to his guitarist again. Before it was too late and Kris was gone from him forever. It was time to face his fears and come clean, once and for all.

Hopefully this time, love would conquer all.

A/N: How many more writing clichés could I put into the last few paragraphs? Not many. Anyway, we've almost reached the end, woo! Love confessions for all. Or at least there will be next chapter;)