The Art of Living (Or To Die Trying) (boyxboy)

Chapter 7, Table's turned

I like this chapter. It has some plot-twist, some anger and some violence. These things make up for good chapters. Needless to say, this one was fun to write :]

        Because I like it so much, here's another picture of Vivian (where the hair is more right). Oh, and random song that doesn't really have much to do with this chapter other than the feeling of it. ....and parts of the lyrics might be rather fiting too, I suppose. Anyway, it's a good song.

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It's day two of my staying at Vivian's apartment. We got through the night in a way similar to the first night; somehow I miraculously managed to keep in control of my hunger – which by now is starting to get quite intense – so Vivian made it through the night unscathed. At the moment we're seated in the kitchen, Vivian watching me closely as I take a sip of my cup of tea, his head slightly tilted and eyes glistering green under his bangs.

-”So what's your plan?” He asks after noticing my questioningly raised eyebrow. “Surely you must have one?”

        I was hoping that coming to this town would jolt some of my memories, but it hasn't so far

-”Right...” He replies after reading my answer. “So you're just randomly waiting for your amnesia to lift?”

I shrug my shoulders in response. What else can I do? Well, I could find out if Vivian is somehow involved in everything, but I'm not going to tell him that straight out – even though I really feel like it when he asks me a question as direct as this one. Then again, to be honest I'm not sure how I should ask him about it at all. “Hey, I was spying on you the other day when you were at this house and now I want to know what you were doing there” just doesn't quite seem adequate.

-”So how is this town special for you?” He asks all of a sudden. “Since you thought coming here would bring back memories, you must have reason to believe that you have a history here, right?”

Oh crap. How do I explain this without revealing everything that I know? Fighting the urge to spill everything and give him the truthful explanation, I scribble a few very vague words down on the piece of paper lying on the table between us:

        I have reason to believe that I might have some sort of history here, yes

-”So you're not left completely without leads then.” He states, and once again I shrug in response.

        It might have been a dead end though, I'm not sure yet

-”Right. You obviously don't want to talk about it...” He begins, flashing his fox-smile. “So I'll leave it be for now. I think I know everything that I need to anyway.” He adds, mumbling the last part, which confuses me somewhat.

What exactly does he think that he knows?

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-”I have to work for a while tomorrow.” Vivian states as we're lying in bed, and I'm staring up at the ceiling – or just anywhere that's not his eyes or his warm skin, veins pumping warm blood underneath it. “You're very much welcome to stay here while I'm gone though.” He adds.

In the corner of my eye I can see him turning his head to look at me, but I keep my eyes fixed at the shadows from the curtain dancing on the wall as I give him a thumbs up, signing that I'll accept his offer.

-”I won't be gone for that long anyhow. I only have one class in the morning, and then I have to stop by in town to pick up a few things, so I should be back around noon.”