Don't Be Afraid [manxman]

Chapter 2: The Bachelor Party

Chapter 2

Mark's POV

He smiles, a hint of a twinkle in his eyes as he hugs the place with his stare. "This, my dear boy, is your bachelor party."

Fuck me six ways from Sunday and call me Barbie, because I am going to kill Donny even if it makes me sprain a muscle or two. But only because I am refusing to die alongside him. I am not having him torture me in Hell as well. Yes, I know I am not going to Heaven, I have done my fair share of illegal stuff that would definitely close the Heavenly door right in my face. The problem is, I don't want to die. It's not the thought of death that scares me but the way I am going to die. Is it going to be painful, kind, mortifying, woeful? I have no idea and that scares me. For all I know, I could go to a rave, dressed as a Rainbow Unicorn in a speedo, a wife beater and a thick golden necklace and then I would die from a heart attack, leaving me to look like THAT for all eternity. No thank you, I may as well stay in my flat all the time, watching TV and eating Pringles like a black person. I'm not being racist, sometimes I'm just so hungry I could eat a whole village.

During my silent epiphany, a hand from the crowd hands me a drink. Without consideration I down it, deciding to live a little. For what is a bachelor party without a dead drunk fiancé and a goofy best man, who by some strange coincidence disappeared from my sight. Hm, that's weird. Where is that man?

Donny's POV

I think I might cry.

No, I'm pretty sure I am going to cry.

Nope. I'm crying right now.

Fuck. Why does he have to marry that skank? I mean, she's nothing, a nobody! I set those guys up for Christ's sake... From the moment I met the man, I knew we would have a special bond, it was only later that I realised I had feelings for him. Strong, unintentional  but unconditional feelings that just wouldn't go away.

I slept with almost half of New York, including a few guys, to see, if I felt anything with anybody. But no, it's only him. He's the only one that makes me feel like that, the only one that makes me feel like I'm in love.

The more people I slept with, the more used I felt, like they knew that I was just a cheap lay in the string of others until they find their perfect soulmate but with every passer through, I lost a piece of myself and Mark was the only one keeping me sane. The only one caring and knowing and wanting to know. He never let me down. Never, until the moment he asked me for my opinion on his engagement.

....flashback 3 months ago....

"Hey, Donny? You home?" He asked, his voice rather strained on the other side of the line. After a big yawn I let out, I answered him immediately, "Yeah man, wazzup?"

"Well, khm... I just called..." He started to say and I just couldn't resist. "...to say I love you!" I sang and cackled a bit, knowing he was giving me 'the Death glare'. So worth it, thoe!

"No man, I'm neither black nor blind so I can see your fugly face!" He snapped at me, making me gulp. Sometimes, Mark could be really intimidating and I would never want to be on the receiving end of his wrath. He certainly wasn't no killer or anything but the way he held himself showed me he had a lot of overconfidence which was mechanically built in his English little brain from a very tender age. And I be damned if he didn't look good while doing his thing. "Whoah dude, hostile much?" I answered anyway, trying to regain my former 'teasing' ground.

"Heh. Sorry, couldn't resist. Anyway, can I come up?" I smiled. I knew he could never be angry with me. He just wasn't programmed that way, he was in every word the perfect gentleman. To me.