Kian's POV
A plan, I need a goddamn plan. Shit! How am I going to do this? I've hurt one person I can't hurt another. No, no matter what I do, someone is always going to get hurt. No matter what I fucking do.
I walk down the hallway and bang on Ricky's closed, locked door...
"Ricky, we need to talk!" I say in a slightly, not so calm voice.
"What do you want, I'm busy right now, can we talk in a bit?" He yells at me through the thick wooden, closed, locked door.
I hear voices on the other side, like, like there's someone in the room.
"Shit!" I exclaim, banging the door with my fist and foot at the same time. I start to walk away.
Ricky slowly opens his door and sees me pacing the hallway.
"Kian, you alright?"
"FOR FUCK SAKE, CAN'T YOU KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS FOR AT LEAST, 10, FUCKING MINUTES, RICHARD?!"
"Pardon?"
How was he calm, how was he still so calm? I was raging, my blood was boiling and fumes were coming out of my ears.
"I fucking know you were talking to someone in your room, Richard, and not in the friendly, 'hey, wassup' way, in the 'hey wanna fuck later' way. I mean you're with me. Can't you be happy. Can't you understand that you could be hurting someone. Don't you understand that you're hurting someone?"
I'm on the floor, my chest hurts, tears are streaming down my face. "It hurts, it all hurts. What's happening now, I just want it all to end. I want this mess, all to be gone, I want to wake up tomorrow and all of this to have been a dream. I want my life back, back the way it was before, when I was happy and knew where I was going, not stuck down some hole with no way out and no light to be seen."
Silence. There was silence. What? He left me. No wonder. I'm a mess, who'd want to be with me, anyways. I look up from where I'm sitting, I peek through the tears and see, see the most beautiful creature I think I've ever seen, I see him, the love of my life, he's back, he's come back for me. I get up and run to hug him.
"JC YOU'RE BACK! You came back to love me. I've missed you, I'm sorry that I ever hurt, I promise I'll never do it again. Just take me back please."
"Uh Kian, I'm not JC, I'm Ricky, the person you were yelling at two seconds, are you okay? Is everything alright?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah everything is fine, just peachy." I say holding up an okay sign. "I, uh, think I'm gonna, gonna go lay down." The words trip out of my mouth and over themselves. I'm not making any sense and I'm tired. I walk to my room and pass out.
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"Kian?! Kian are you okay? KIAN?!"
I wake up to Ricky banging on my door and panic in his voice
"Ricky? What's up? What's wrong?"
"Man, are you okay? You've been asleep since 9am, it's now 8 o'clock at night"
"Yeah, I'm just tired. Just really tired..." The words trail out of my mouth. I go silent. I need him, I need him so bad.
"Wanna come eat?"
"Yeah, but not with you"
"Al...alright. I'll leave you alone."
"Thank you"
Coffee, I need coffee. I walk down stairs and open the cupboard. There it is, the most magical thing ever, the thing that keeps me going. Coffee...
I open the bag and make some coffee.
A plan, I need a goddamn plan. Shit! How am I going to do this?
I rush upstairs to my room and head straight for my computer. Blue prints, I need blue prints. I search for Sam's house and find the blue prints. I make a plan. A plan of attack. He's in the spare room. So I'll enter from the window. I'll climb up the side of the house, knock in his window, find him sleeping, caress him until he loves me, come back home, kick Ricky out and move in with JC, again.
Cool. Cool, sounds like a plan. No, wait. What if he wants to move back in straight away. I'll need Ricky out before then.
I storm down the hall and bang on Ricky's door. Ricky's closed, locked door...
"RICKY WE NEED TO TALK!"
"What about now, Kian. I'm busy!"
I hear voices. I hear voices from inside his room. From behind the closed, locked, wooden, heavy door.
"BLOODY HELL, RICKY. CAN'T YOU LOVE ME?! DON'T YOU LOVE ME? WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME?"
"Kian, I do love you, I always have and always will."
I'm on the ground, tears streaming down my face. My face hot with anger. My chest burning.
"Ricky, I need you to move out."
"What?"
"I need you to move out"
"Oh, okay, when?"
"Tomorrow."
"Uh, yeah, sure... Are you okay."
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just fine..."
I walk back to my room and I pass out.
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Coffee. I need some of my magical, life saving coffee. I make some coffee and then I set my plan into action.
I go over to Sam's house and stand out the front. I must have him. I need him. I must get him back. I look at the house. Perfect! The drain pipe. I can climb that which leads straight to Jc's room. It's all working.
I start climbing. I start climbing the drain pipe which leads to the top of Sam's two story house. I get to the top of the drain pipe. His window. My loves window. I'm buzzing, all my energy working to get back my love.
I pull and pull at the window but it doesn't open. I look through and I see JC stirring. He's waking up!
"JC! Jc!" I yell trying to get his attention. I knock on his window. He sits up and looks over at me. He saw me! He saw me!
I wave at him, with both my hands, with all my excitement. I yell at him. "I love you Jc, I love you. I came to get you back!" With all of my excitement and all the coffee running through me. I forgot, I forgot about the drain pipe, I forgot what I was doing, I forgot where I was. I lost grip on myself, I lost grip on the drain pipe...
All thanks to coffee.
