𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶

paris, france

FORGET ABOUT YOU

a cigarette hung loosely on daniel's lips as he played the piano for jonah.

"see, now when i play these keys you're going to play those ones, okay?" daniel said, putting jonah's fingers on the keys.

"this is hard daniel. i don't want to do this." jonah snatched his hands back and crossed his arms. daniel grabbed them cancer stick from his mouth and rubbed it into the piano. he massaged his temples.

"god, you sound like ophelia." daniel snapped as he got up from the bench. jonah scoffed.

"don't try comparing me to that bitch of a girl." he said as he followed daniel into the kitchen. daniel whipped around.

"she's not a bitch, don't fucking say that." daniel said.

"then why'd you break up with her?" jonah fired back.

"you have a big ass fucking mouth jonah, maybe you should try shutting it." daniel turned around and got champagne out of his fridge.

"all this over me not wanting to play the piano, huh? me not wanting to be a girly-boy?" with that, daniel turned around and slapped jonah across the face, leaving a loud sound on contact.

"get the fuck out of my house if you're going to talk to me like that, and don't fucking return until your attitude is fixed," daniel said. "pédé." daniel said to finish it. jonah stood in utter shock. his cheek burned a violent scarlet.

"don't just fucking stand there. get the fuck out." daniel snapped. with that, jonah turned around and stormed out of the house, slamming the green door shut.

-

jonah poked at his breakfast as he sat at the kitchen table with laura and her family.

"pas faim?" oli, laura's son asked. jonah shook his head no.

"what's wrong dear?" laura asked as she picked up everyone's plates.

"not in the mood to eat, that's all." laura nodded.

"why don't you have that boyfriend of yours come over? you can go swim in the pool." she said.

"i pissed him off. i don't know if he wants me over." jonah said as he got up to help laura with the dishes.

"maybe you should pick him flowers. that always makes people feel better." jonah shrugged.

"yeah, maybe. his house is decked out in plants. he's into the whole girly-boy thing. he's pretty feminine." laura nodded.

"try and talk to him. there's no way anything will change if there's no communication." jonah grinned as he wiped his hands off.

"you're right. i'll go do that, like right now. je te rattraperai plus tard." jonah said as he kissed laura's cheek.

then he was off. pedaling as fast as ever to daniel's house, stopping along the way to pick him some flowers.

daisies and lilacs.

those were daniel's favorites. he remembered from the first time they met, when daniel painted him.

god he missed him.

jonah didn't waste any time when he pulled up to daniel's house. he ditched his bike in the garden and went in through the back door.

"daniel!" he called out. he could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. it was daniel; only dressed in plaid boxers. "hey. were you painting?" jonah asked, holding the flowers out. "i got these for you. i wanted to say i'm sorry for being a twat. i guess i woke up on the wrong side of the bed. do you want to come over? we can swim in the pool." jonah smiled.

daniel scratched the back of his neck before he grabbed the flowers.

"merci." daniel said as smelled them. "and no, i wasn't painting. just didn't have the motivation to get dressed." jonah nodded as he looked at daniel's face a little harder.

he had dark purple eye bags, his wounds were just beginning to heal. his hair was a mess and he looked even a bit sick.

"i'm not in the mood to swim." daniel said as he made his way to the kitchen, putting his flowers in a vase with water. jonah trailed behind him.

"oh.. that's okay. we can do something else if you'd like."

"i have a client later, actually. so i must prepare for that. maybe we can do something tomorrow. perhaps dancing." daniel squinted as the sun rays made their way into his house.

jonah frowned.

"can i stick around while you paint them? i'll sit quietly down here and watch television. or i can cook dinner for you for when you're done, or-"

"i think about it." jonah sighed.

"you're still not angry at me, right?"

daniel turned around.

"i don't have time to spend being mad at people. you're not special because of this argument." daniel crossed his arms.

"n'a jamais dit que je l'étais." jonah said.

"good."

and with that, daniel made his way past him and upstairs. jonah followed behind.

"who are you painting?" jonah asked as he held onto the spiraling-staircase railing.

"a female. naked." daniel said as he entered his room. he closed his blinds and shut his balcony doors.

"oh. have you seen her?" jonah asked.

"we discussed when we'd be meeting and when i'd paint her downtown. why?" jonah shrugged.

"just wonderin'. is she attractive?" daniel opened up his clothes drawer, pulling out new, paint-stained clothes and a new pair of boxers.

"i suppose." daniel glanced at jonah for a brief moment. then, he stripped himself of his underwear. jonah's cheeks grew hot. he watched as daniel put on the new pair, accompanied by his clothes.

"i suppose you can stick around." daniel said. jonah smiled.

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gross filler chapter i sowwy