Alone Together

27: Fantacizing at One in the Morning

When you haven't updated in like a month and you start questioning your moral values

Melvin set Ryou in his bed, using his pillows to prop up his head. (And suddenly I'm Dr. Seuss.) Ryou's breath was soft and shaky, yet his eyes were closed; he looked like he was miserable.

His face was still wet with tears and his hair was a mess. All Melvin could do at this point was hope that Ryou slept peacefully. He sat at his bedside and brushed the hair from his face. Humming a tune wouldn't be helpful, knowing that Melvin's voice was a...wonder. In its own special way.

"Why can't you just leave, then?" He asked him, knowing Ryou wasn't going to wake up to answer but he still asked anyway. "You can't call your mom and dad and ask for a ride home? Money? Tickets? Money for tickets?"

Ryou's skin was soft against Melvin's touch. He let his hand aimlessly wander Ryou's arm.

"All you want is home." Melvin said, huffing after feeling Ryou's pulse at his wrist. His heartbeat was steady, so there was no reason to be concerned about Ryou's-passed-outed-ness.
"At least you know where home is."

Ryou squirmed in his spot, then turned to lay on his side; perhaps it was to find comfort or to simply silence Melvin in one ear. Either way, Ryou's face squished against the pillow and Melvin wanted to eat him up. (like how mothers sometimes say to babies "I can just eat you up!" Like they turn into FUQING cannibals like holy shit dude)

Risking a bit more, he moved the soft, white, fluffy bangs from Ryou's eyes. His skin was warm against Melvin's fingertips--- he hoped he wasn't too cold against Ryou.

Finally he sat up, deciding that the poor child (that can pay for his own apartment, work two jobs, and provide for himself...he's still a baby child) needed a minute away from the monster-humanoid thingy that made his life a living hell. Melvin felt that the door, not only shutting loudly but also creaking as it did so, made the loudest sound in the entire apartment complex. You would think that the master of all doors would have something like this under control.

The rest of the apartment seemed colder, and much much quieter. Everything was left as it was; wine glasses stood untouched on the coffee table, and the stupid box with the dumbest present was opened and on the edge of the counter.

Melvin scowled, mostly at himself. I'm such an idiot, he thought as he began to try and actually clean up yet another mess he'd made. Everyone knows that to buy someone a present you must investigate their likes, dislikes, needs, scavenge through their room, and spy on them.

Everything that wasn't put in the sink found itself in the garbage. He actually wished he was small enough to fit inside, too.

It wasn't until he was off to head to bed (either guest or apartment, he wasn't sure yet) when he remembered the cake mix in the bag, still left on the counter.

Melvin reached in and looked at the package, observing the instructions and seeing if it looked too difficult to accomplish.

Then he sneered. "Obviously that someone as intelligent as myself could figure out how to manage something as trivial as baking."

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"...bleargh....." Melvin's sounds were all that could be heard, other than the cracking of eggs into the batter. His skills in the kitchen weren't the greatest in the whole wide world, but if it was for Creampuff, then he would be the best damn chef there has ever been.

So this cake was going to be the best cake Ryou had ever eaten.

A quick glance at the recipe on the back of the box, and Melvin looked back at his own batter.

"What...?"

He squinted at the mix. "Is it supposed to look like that...?"

He looked into the package and saw the cocoa powder in its bag, and tried to open it by yanking at both sides. Of course, with the luck he has so immensely, it exploded.

"F*ck."

He scraped some off of his face and into the bowl. The gift is more personal, that way. At least 87.96% of the cocoa powder made it into the bowl. The rest was on Melvin, the counter, and the floor. This cake was not even going to be the complete chocolate experience.
Melvin relied on the frosting to pick up any of the slack.

Frustrated, he turned on some music and did a little jig. Music made him feel a little calmer when he might've gotten angry enough to go out and kill a man. Ryou's radio didn't have the greatest reception, but it was better than angry silence.

Ryou always made everything better, so it seemed. His smile was enough to calm a storm. It took Melvin a minute to realize he was smiling at the thought. So he observed his involuntary state; he was leaning against the fridge, and a sparking feeling was warming his chest. A smile had grown on his face, and he felt like he could float.

Ra, I f*cking hate this.

He brought himself back down to Earth, returning to work. He finally let his teeth grit and let his feeling of being anchored to Earth take control again, so he could not fly away from the world. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't find it in his heart-- yes, he's got one of those, probably from a Walmart somewhere-- to simply ignore Ryou and put his feelings aside. Trying to ignore the thought of him was like trying to kill a fly.

I hate this feeling so much.

In times like these, Melvin would go out and about on a good old-fashioned hug spree. Now the only hugging he wanted to be involved in was with Ryou.

Melvin had never been kissed outside of sex before. Ryou's lips that pressed against his forehead, even from a drunken stupor, were comforting and sweet.

Even though Melvin didn't deserve it in the slightest.

But did that matter to him? Would Ryou ever kiss him again? It could be a cheap, cute little nose kiss if that's all Ryou was up for-- Melvin would give everything for it. He had nothing, but he would give what's left away so long as Ryou's cute smile wound up on his face somewhere.

So what would make Ryou kiss him again? What would make him earn another?

If the cake was good enough, perhaps Melvin could be able to taste it on Ryou's lips.

The batter got poured into a cake pan and into the preheated oven. Now there was only the need to wait. Melvin wandered the apartment some more. It was growing more and more familiar as each day passed on. He still chilled on the reclining chair, seeing that it was a waste since Ryou never used it.

"I think I'll name you..." he thought for a moment while stroking the arm. "...Debby."

As he fiddled with his phone, he check the time and saw that it was one o' clock. In the morning.

It was past Ryou's birthday. The poor baby child was stuck with a hangover and Melvin only hoped that this cake could fix it. Ryou wasn't going to get a year older until he got the best birthday he deserved.

You: author this chapter is half assed

Okay well I'm sorry it'll get better just give me time okay I wanted to update because I haven't in a long time