*Stalker*

Chapter 11*Control*

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UNEDITED!!!

There were things in this world that happened rarely. For example, standing at the cashier with not enough money, you didnt get help out by a stranger standing in the line after you. Or whenever a movie came out with aliens ,they were mostly painted up on the canvas of the cinema, like evil bad characters whose wanted to conquer earth, not as adventurers from another galaxy, and there was another thing Tito had rarely seen , for example James trashed, like so utterly drunk that he crashed into walls, and over the couch in the living room.

The blonde photographer was not mildly surprised, no , he was utterly shocked and gaped like a fish. Forgetting for what he had came to get in the kitchen,he hurried over to the drunken mess of redhead stumbling in his own legs.

"Are you okay? What the fuck is up?" He asked worried,while getting down on one knee. Crunching down on the carpet .

The redhead crumbled down, and pushed his back against the couch. "So much is up." He slurred and chuckled . "The ceiling is up, the floor is down."

Tito narrowed his eyes and tried to make sense of his flatmate's words.

"Imfloornow."

"You mean you are down?" It was hard ,working out what an intoxicated James could meant.

"Its finished. Done and over ."

"What ?" The blonde asked really lost but interested and concerned at the same time.

"Dan. My chance. The project." Answered James, green orbs sorrowful. One part of Tito wanted to roll his eyes, and say , 'Back to this,you stupid?' , the other wanted to hug his friends close to him, and say 'Fuck friendship ,we can make it work, if you want to', and there was another part, a side he did not imagine in the past, and he just walked out of his bedroom.

"Woah." Jean let out a gasp. "Sup." He walked into the bathroom with that, giving space to the friends, or buying time for himself?

Tito gulped, " James, nothing is over. Its up to you. The project might be finished, but you are not moving into another country ,either Dan." his hands moved gently ,up and down on his friend's shoulder.

Tito sucked in a deep breath. Gathered his thoughts. Drunken spur of thoughts. " I dont want to go back, I cant. " Looking straight into the blonde's eyes he said ,seriously. " I want him Tito, badly. I wont just watch anymore. Its not enough. You were right.This has overgrown me."

Tito couldnt decide if he was happy to hear this or not. He was right of course, but he always hoped he would be in the wrong. After trying and failing maybe he could have been the one comforting his friend. But this possibility wasnt something he fancied anymore. Something really changed, not just in James, but in Tito too. He was able to feel it, but couldnt grasp it ,yet.

"Come and sleep this off. You look and smell horrible man. " Tried to joke Tito, he was out of comforting words, he said all he had to, and had a lot to think about too. "Come boo, its time for you to go bed. "

James didnt moved. "I have to do something." The photographer grabbed James by the shoulders and tried to pull him up, with difficulty. The midget was heavier than it seemed.

"Need help?" Asked the french coming into the picture, and out of the bathroom. In so much way yes,tought the blonde. And got disturbed by this paradox.

"I would be glad . Move him into his room, ok?" Jean nodded and went over to James, took gently one of his arms, and Tito counted to three. They pulled up the man, who chuckled and wasnt any help at all.

"Drop this petite heavinnes into his room ,shall we?" Joked Jean, making Tito nod and grin.

They stumbled trough the flat and into the redhead's room,put the guy who started to snore while resting into their arms , on his bed.

"Mon dieu!" Jean got startled. Really startled. Looking around, there was Dan looking back from everywhere. From posters on the walls, from the ceiling. Thousands of pictures all around him. "This has outgrown him way before."

Tito sat down on the bed and pulled the cover over his friend, in the half-dark room. It got lighten by the city lights ,to James unluckiness. "You shouldnt eavesdrop." Without looking at the french, Tito spoke up. Voice serious.

Jean huffed. "Sorry for being here." Didnt move, just stared that gross room of unhealthy desire and longing.

"I didnt . . . just dont judge." Asked Tito with hope, kindness and fright in his deep dark eyes, his face a play of shadows, mirroring his heart.

Jean nodded, undertsanding but not accepting. "This is not normal,mon chérie."

"I know."

"This screams for help,if you ask me." The blonde gestured around the room.

"I-I . . . dont know what to say."

This astonished Jean even more. If Tito didnt have a comeback, a control over this situation, that was uncontrolled for too long, then he couldnt say anything either.