HEY GUYS!!!!!! I know it's been awhile but schools gotten crazy what with graduation coming up in a month or so. BUT HERE IT IS!!! I had fun writing this chapter. It was a bit challenging because it was in Theo's POV and I wasn't planning to do a chapter in his perspective but then I thought...WHY THE HECK NOT!!! I hope you guys like it!

Theo's POV

I never wanted to have kids.

Most people when they say that, they're complete liars attempting to defy the system. Five to ten years later they're knee deep in diapers and pacifiers covered in vomit and trying to drown out the sound of wailing while they simultaneously run around the house cleaning. Me? I knew from an early age that parenting was not the thing for me. I'm a semi-violent person by nature, my father was violent, and his father was violent and so on and so forth. With such a perfect track record I knew I couldn't risk it. I'm probably the most impatient bastard on planet earth as well. You want me to wait in line for that coffee? Fuck no! Who the fuck do you think I am? What the fuck is your life about? Waiting in god damn lines?

I was a pampered child....just in case you hadn't noticed.

I never had to wait long to get what I wanted and that still hasn't changed. I don't go through drive-thru's.....ever. I'm a regular at most establishments I visit and I pay them handsomely for remembering my order and having it ready so I can just walk in and grab it from off of the counter as I drop my bills and leave. I do everything I possibly can from the internet so I don't have to deal with actual people. It's not that I'm afraid of them no...I just can't handle the amount of stupidity that seems to come with the modern generations.

Which brings me back to the fact that I never ever wanted kids....and then I got stuck with one. As you would imagine I was pretty damn angry at the time as well as bereft at the loss of my closest friend. It wasn't real. When I was told that he had died and that I was meant to care for his son until he was at least eighteen I simply locked myself in my bedroom and mourned the loss of my friend and my playboy life style.

I didn't come out for days until I remembered that I actually had a job, and then all of a sudden...I wanted to do it. I actually got excited about emptying the guestroom and redecorating it for a teenage boy. I wanted to impress the kid and make him comfortable even though I barely knew him. I mean sure I had met him a couple times but when he was younger. The last couple of years I only had contact with my best friend through Skype and email and generally I would just be looking at his face. This was like a new stage of my life...something ten times more exciting than going to posh clubs and trying to impress the girl in the sparkly red mini dress and stilettos.

Then came the day that he arrived. I can't tell you what I expected even to this day I still don't recall, but I remember what I thought when I opened my front door.

Hot damn.

You think I'm kidding don't you? I'm really not I assure you. Ever since I was at the age to begin exploring with sexuality I knew that I wasn't one of those guys restricted to only women. Sure the majority of women are beautiful, well taken care of, and soft. They squeal and get mad when you get too rough or don't say the right thing, even so they smell good and they usually end up making food or cleaning so there's always a plus. Even so I always knew I could potentially have a fling with a man. Have I ever slept with a man? No. Have I ever thought about it? Definitely. I always found myself deeply admiring the curve of a coworkers butt or the dip of his collar bone, even the shape of his lips. Even so I never felt the need to grab a man and make him mine. Not like I did with women. It didn't make a difference what type of man it was; big, hairy, skinny or twinky I just didn't have the urge.

Until I opened that door that is.

Then my entire world was swallowed whole. Women? What women? What could I possibly want with a woman when I had all I needed in front of me? His hair was dark not quite black but very nearly so, and his eyes were a mystifying shade of blue-green that made my heart beat so hard I swear everyone in a 50 mile radius could hear. His skin was mouthwateringly tan, a succulent color that many girls tried to achieve by laying in tanning beds for an hour and a half. Just by studying the skin of his neck I could tell that it was all natural sun and I had an urge to find out if he was the same caramel shade all over. His hands were delicate but by no means feminine, and I could tell that he had done a lot of crafting most likely with his father. His eyelashes were as large as a doe's and I found myself wishing that I could run my lips along the small bristles feeling them pluck at my skin gently. His mouth was like the perfect cushion, plump and soft but in no way comparable to the mouth of a woman. Not that that was a bad thing in fact it was much more preferable.

It was probably the most overwhelming thing I had ever experienced in my life. To be so overcome with sexual desire that I was left speechless.

I invited him in of course along with the Social Worker who was put in charge of him as soon as his father was considered deceased. She was a bright woman with a large white smile and seemed to make a quick and easy judgment of me and the state of my house before having me fill out some paper work while Chip stood beside her a bag slung at his shoulder and a suitcase at his hip.

I had never been so upset to see tears slide down another person's face. In fact I had never been so quick to care at all. But that was something that changed and has seriously become an issue in my life just like now while I grip the arm of a boy that I wish I could slaughter without being sentenced for life. 

"You're fucking kidding me!" The boy spits, his grip tightening harshly on Chips arm.

"No I'm really not." He responds looking at me for reassurance. I don't quite know how he would like me to respond so I just step forward threateningly making sure I grip him so hard that he feels like his bones will shatter. He grunts and rips away sneering at me and then turning to leer at Chip.

"I'll see you at school Pocahontas."

Chip just raises an uninterested eyebrow that would make me laugh if it didn't simultaneously make my cock stand to attention. We wait for only a moment to watch him leave before the smaller boy is whirling around on the larger boy who has Takoda in his grip. "Get your mother fucking hands off of my god damn friend you ginormous tub of lard!" He snaps going so far as to shove the boy backwards which makes me very uneasy.

"Fuck you!" He oh so intelligently replies tugging Takoda with him as he tries to leave. I step in front of them blocking their way while Takoda leans down his eyes full of tears as he digs his teeth into the boys wrist making him growl in pain and rip away. "Tanner!" But Takoda is already behind Chip who is behind me and I think this boy knows that he'll be in a world of pain if he even tries it because he just sends us all a glare before storming off and whipping out his cellphone.

"Time to go home" I order grabbing both teenage boys and spinning them around. "Walk." They obey without question marching past the crowds of people who are too drunk to care. When we finally get into the car and onto the road Chip turns to Takoda in the backseat.

"Are you alright?" I hear a sniffle but ignore it. Ugh...emotions. "Don't worry about him Takoda. He'll regret it until the day he dies, you're worth a lot more than that. You understand? We just gotta find someone else." I glance in the rearview mirror watching the small boy nod but I can tell that his heart isn't in it as can Chip who turns to frown at the windshield.

"Is he coming with us or am I taking him home?" I ask quietly.

Chip turns. "Do you want to go home?"

The boy shakes his head and leans it against the window closing his eyes. "He might go there."

I nod and take a turn heading towards our house. I don't know what kind of drama these two have gotten themselves involved in but there is no way in hell that I want to be dragged into it. I graduated from that bullshit already.

As soon as we get home I drop my keys into the bowl by the door and gesture upstairs. "Alright Chip you can take my room, Takoda you can take ch-UGH!" I grunt as Chip jams his elbow into my abdomen. "What?"

"What he means," Chip laughs waving his hand in my face as he turns to Takoda, me giving him a weird look as I grab his hand to cease the movement. "Is you can take the guest room. Our room is just down the hall" My eyebrow raises at the news and Chip turns toward me fully giving me the evil eye.

"Uh...right. Just down the hall...we...will...be." I concur. "How about I make some tea first to settle the stomach after all that intensity." I smile kindly and gesture into the kitchen. "If you would please go to the kitchen Takoda." The boy looks between us with a confused and suspicious expression on his face before nodding and padding into the kitchen. Instantly I turn to Chip and push him up the stairs mindlessly slapping his butt to make him move faster. "Hurry go move your stuff into my room." His cheeks flush but he obeys rushing up the stairs and flying into his bedroom.

I sigh and slip into the kitchen spotting Takoda picking through magazines on the counter as he shifts in a stool. He turns at the sound of me entering and I flash him a kind smile attempting to make him comfortable. He sits still unsure about me for the moment. Honestly I'm surprised that Chip befriended someone like this. Takoda just isn't quite Chips caliber. He's flighty and meek and seems to always be in a state of fright. He also doesn't seem to be very trusting I note as he watches me with hawk eyes as I move about the kitchen which actually is very much alike Chip now that I think about it. It reminds me of him his first week here. He never turned his back on me and always made sure that I was in sight. Every time I made him food he would study it for a couple minutes before actually deciding to try it. Even when I took him shopping he would trail behind me as if leaving room for a quick escape if needed.

"How old are you?"

Startled I almost drop the kettle as I turn it on and let it heat up. His voice is quiet but not as childlike as I had originally thought. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, obviously you're old enough to own your own house as well as several expensive cars and this place is no shack either."

I nod and tilt my head. "Touché."

"So?"

"Don't worry your little head. It's not like I'm old enough to be your father or anything."

"I'm not worried about me." He states staring me straight in the eyes.

Oh. I see why they're friends now. They're both fearless and confrontational when the situation permits. I sigh getting ready to answer him perhaps even to tell him the truth but before I can Chip walks into the room all smiles. "What are you guys talking about?" He asks sitting next to Takoda on a stool. I sigh and turn to stare at the tea kettle as I set out the rest of the stuff.

Takoda smiles. "I was just asking your boyfriend how old he is."

"Thirty." I choke and fumble for the kettle as it hisses before slamming my foot into the counter and groaning.

"CHIP!"I snap whirling to shoot him a livid glare. He peers at me innocently his dark lashes batting preciously.

"What? What'd I do?"

Before I can respond Takoda jumps up pointing a finger at me. "YOU'RE A DIRTY OLD PERV!"

Chip doesn't say anything just nods and pulls his cup towards him as I fill it up. "You're right. He is old."

I scoff and lean on the counter. "Excuse me, but do you see any wrinkles anywhere?" Both boys pause and look me over slowly. No one says anything as Takoda sits back down and Chip takes a sip from his cup glancing at the ceiling. "That's what I thought. Now shut up and drink your tea so we can go to sleep. I'm tired." They obey drinking their tea while they bicker and tease each other. I watch them with interest for about a half hour before finally Takoda yawns little beads of liquid resting at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm sleepy."

Chip just stares at him like he thinks he's kidding but reality is tough. We all tumble up the stairs finally waving goodnight to Takoda as he closes Chip's bedroom door behind him. Immediately I turn to Chip. "I'll take the couch."

"WHAT!?" he whisper shouts latching onto my arm like a leech. "YOU CAN'T!"

I raise my eyebrows. "Why not?"

"What if he wakes up and finds you on the couch? Our cover will be blown!"

I smile and grab his arm pushing it away. God his skin is soft. "You mean your cover will be blown. I never agreed to play boyfriends." With that I spin around heading down the stairs.

"Like you would've had any objections anyways."

I freeze. Did he say what I just think he said? "What did you say?" I question turning back to face him. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he scoffs.

"I said fine jerk! Who cares about you anyways!" With that he spins around and stomps down the hall slamming my bedroom door behind him. Or at least as much as he can slam it without waking up Takoda. Sighing I stay on the staircase for a minute debating whether I should do what he wants for once and play along. I just...I'm trying to be a good guy. I'm sure my gracious mentor would not appreciate me humping his son like a god damn animal. I'm trying to be the perfect guardian and I can't do it when he's lying in my bed! Growling I stomp up the stairs in frustration opening my door and letting myself in only to be greeted by a surprised whisper shout. "WHAT THE HELL THEO! YOU CAN'T JUST WALK IN LIKE THAT I'M CHANGING!" I stare at him as he clutches an adventure time t-shirt to his chest jumping onto my bed in his red boxer-briefs.

Holy shit I want to fuck him.

Oh my god that sounds bad. I don't mean that in a bad way. I just mean he's already so hot, and now he's on my bed wearing red underwear. That's like...the color that turns me on the most on anyone, and now it's on Chip.  Technically any color would look good on Chip. Then again he would probably look best naked.

Oh my god. It's happening, I'm being a complete freak. Elan would kick my ass if he knew I was perving on his son. "Theo!"

"Sorry!" Quickly I turn around to give him privacy. It only takes a second for him to pull the shirt on over his head. As soon as he does he clears his throat. I turn watching as he slips underneath the covers his eyes averted in embarrassment. I almost laugh out loud but decide that would only further anger him and instead I drop my pants shedding my shirt at the same time. Ordinarily I would sleep naked but the circumstance suggests that I go against that option for tonight. I mean I do have a couch in here...but let's face it...cold leather couch or warm bed with Chip in it. My decision is obvious.

I slip into the bed turning off the lamp next to me while Chip scoots over seemingly unbothered by the situation now that he is under the covers. His eyes are closed and it looks as if he is focusing on everything around him while simultaneously lulling himself to sleep. I don't say goodnight or sweet dreams, instead I lay on my side facing him watching as he breathes in and out. It's dark but I can still see the outlines of his features and his dark lashes brushing against his cheekbones. If he is anything like his father he is tuning in on every creak of the floor boards. Elan tried to teach me to listen to my surroundings but I'm too much of a materialistic person to gain anything from such meditation so we just agreed to do art together and that was about it.

We met when I was eighteen; my father had allowed me to go to school for whatever I wanted which just so happened to be art. The store that I had bought all of my supplies from was owned by Elan and his wife Anna. She was a pretty girl with auburn hair and a penchant for crafts. Their home was joined with the shop so I would often see her running around with a tiny six year old Chip in the back, waving at me before chasing after him. Elan and I became good friends and he would help me with my schoolwork quite a bit. Those were the days when I first met Chip, I would often sit with him while he colored or played in the dirt while I waited for Elan to have free time. I doubt that Chip would remember those days. The second time I met chip was at his mother's funeral. It was only then that I learned that Anna was not his biological mother. His biological mother's name was Leah and she had died only a couple months after giving birth to Chip. Elan had married Anna three years later convinced that he couldn't take care of Chip alone. A horrible tragedy to have two wives die within such a short amount of time. Anna had died of Cancer when Chip turned nine. I remember standing next to him and his father at the funeral while holding his hand. He didn't cry even though he knew what was happening, it wasn't because he didn't love her, I'm sure he did. I think it was because he thought that she would finally have peace and that was okay with him. After that I was finally ripped away from school by my father who was convinced that he needed to get me involved with the company early on. He commanded me to forget my dream of a starving artist's lifestyle and train with him on the ins and outs of business. Elan and I still remained friends but I didn't get to see him for quite some time. We finally got to meet up when Chip was twelve years old. Elan had finally opened up his own odd little museum and I had decided to sponsor it so we had a myriad of business related meetings.

Even so I never had time to mingle with my old friend unless it was via email, or skype so the next three or four years were lonely; full of work and faceless women. It was two weeks away from our carefully planned get together when I got the call, and three days after that when I was made aware that I was now the official guardian of a seventeen year old boy.

As I study Chip I can see my best friend in his face; his nose has the same straight ridge, and his cheekbones are just as high. It's a bizarre feeling to want someone you've known since they were a child. On one hand I feel like a pervert but on the other I feel like he is the person that I need. I don't know how to explain it, even to myself.

I wake up the next morning to my alarm clock blaring loudly throughout my room. I groan and shift jumping slightly when Chip flips on top of me in his unconsciousness growling sleepily at the offending noise. "Make it stop." He moans digging his face into my shoulder to drown out the incessant beeping. Quickly I reach over and slap the machine far too eager to obey than I would like to admit. It stops and I breathe a sigh of relief flopping down once again onto the plush pillows. As soon as I'm back down Chip swings his leg over my waist and latches his arm around my chest holding on like a koala. I'm not sure I find this comforting or annoying so I just allow it to happen, laying my arm across the pillows in defeat. The house is silent and I find myself wondering if Takoda is still here.

I let Chip sleep for another fifteen minutes before finally deciding that we need to get up. Without warning I grab his thigh and flip him over me where he lands in a heap on the floor. The sight is hilarious; Chip fumbling in a pile of blankets confused and disoriented as he shouts a jumble of words that I don't understand. Finally his sweet dark head emerges and he sends me a furious glare. "What was that for?"

"It's time to wake up." I state while standing and stretching my arms over my head. He clenches his jaw and balls his fists shrugging out of the blankets as he also stands.

"Couldn't you just say that?"

I let my eyes roam over his soft looking thighs and round butt while he bends over scooping the covers off the floor and heaving them back onto the bed. As soon as he glances at me I give him a cocky grin. "Not if I wanted that reaction out of you no."

"You're a stupid jerk you know that? Just because your old and old people need to wake up early doesn't mean you need to drag me up with you."

I scoff and open the door heading down the hallway while throwing a hand up in dismissal. "I am not old."

Chip's bedroom door is open and Takoda is nowhere to be found. He must've gone home earlier, it's pretty amazing that he woke up so early on a weekend. That tends to happen when you sleep in strange or unfamiliar places though. Chip pads up behind me and peeks in frowning when he sees that his friend is absent. "Rude." He mumbles but just continues down the stairs as if he couldn't care less. I follow silently, the cold kitchen floor against my bare feet as chip plops into a stool by the counter and lays his head against the chilly marble.

"What would you like for breakfast? Pancakes? Waffles?"

"Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage." He mumbles not even bothering to look up at me.

I nod and open the fridge pulling out a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk. "Okay get up." At my command he peeks up at me as if I just spoke a foreign language.

"Why?"

"You're going to help me."

"What? But I'm tired! Can't you just do It?" He groans.

"If you want to eat you'll get off of your butt and come help me make breakfast. Otherwise I'm going to eat it all myself." I state grabbing a bowl to make the pancake dough in. He stands but makes it look like an amazing feat as he trudges over. "Don't make that face. One day you'll be living by yourself and you'll need to know how to cook or you'll be surviving off of ramen and TV dinners."

Chips scoots next to me and grabs a pan before snatching the eggs off of the counter and moving to the stove. "Nuh uh. I already told you. I'm going to live here forever and you're going to take care of me." I little pang of joy shoots through me at the thought but I scoff.

"Whatever. Just a couple days ago you were so eager to get out of here."

"You've enlightened me." He concludes scratching the back of his head as he stirs the eggs around in the pan. I resist the urge to push myself against his back and wrap my arms around his waist and instead turn around to continue with the pancakes imagining what it would feel like to bury my face in his neck and breathe in the scent of him. Of course in my imagination this is post morning sex and he smells like sweat and musk. I feel my cock twitch in my boxers and groan awkwardly. I knew I should've put pants on when I got up. It's been too long since I've had sex. About four or five months if I remember correctly...what was her name? Jessica...or...Nicki...no that was the one before...Mckayla! Her name was Mckayla. Never again will I have sex with that girl.

"I'm done." Chip states moving the pan to the table and setting it down. It takes a couple more minutes to get all the food whipped up but when it is we sit down and dig in a comfortable silence filling the room.

"So I was thinking," I start, taking a bite of bacon and chewing.

"uh oh."

"Shut up."

"Okay."

"I was thinking that we could...go and visit Creed today." Chip freezes mid chew and looks up at me.

"You're kidding right?"

"Well he's really upset that we haven't spoken to him and he doesn't want it to be like this between us. He's left multiple letters at the back door and I'm pretty sure he came by the other day while I was at work. I just feel like it isn't right to ignore him just because we have differences of opinion on something."

"Dif....DIFFERENCES OF OPNION! HE FUCKING KIDNAPPED A BOY! DOESN'T THAT MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU?" I cringe at his scream setting down my fork and giving him a stern and threatening glare.

"Chenoa. Language."

He scoffs and throws his hands up in the air in defeat. "You can go but I'm definitely not going." He snaps turning back to his food.

"Yes you are."

"Why? Why do I have to go? He's not my creepy ass friend."

"Language." I repeat giving him a look. He rolls his eyes and stares at me. "He is your friend and you are going, and you aren't going to say anything rude. He's having a hard time."

"Hard. Sure he is. Very hard. Probably hard on that kid if you ask me." He mumbles. Frustrated I throw my fork down on my plate.

"Chip don't talk like that! That's someone else's personal business and extremely inappropriate."

"I'm sorry but I fail to see what else he is doing with a teenage boy chained to his bed other than going hard." He clucks staring at his empty plate.

"Oh my God! Chip I swear I am this close to-

"I'm scared." He interrupts giving me an extremely misplaced and boyish expression almost as if he's shy about admitting it. "I'm scared of him. He's big. He talks weird, and he acts bizarre. I don't want to go there. Please." My heart squeezes and I stand up moving to his side. "Please." He repeats as I pull up a chair next to him. Calmly I reach over and grab his face between my hands gently but firmly.

"You listen to me Chip. I won't let him hurt you. I will kill him if he tries to hurt you do you understand me? It's okay to be afraid, this is scary and confusing and someone could be getting hurt. I understand that you're nervous but I won't let anything happen to you. Okay?"

"But he comes to the house, he's always lurking around...what if he comes in?"

"Hey, don't think about that. Just keep the doors locked and you'll be fine. Creed already has his boy," I mumble brushing my hand through Chips hair. "He doesn't need mine."

I say it without really thinking but realize only when Chips cheeks pinken slightly. Quickly I back away clearing my throat and standing up. "Clear your plate and get dressed. We'll leave in a couple of minutes."

Chip nods and takes his plate to the kitchen while I walk up the stairs. "Stupid...stupid...stupid." I mumble shaking my head and hitting myself in the face multiple times. I get dressed quickly so that he can come retrieve his possessions and take them back to his bedroom. He doesn't mention our awkward moment but instead sends me a sweet smile as I exit my room and he enters closing the door behind him. God he is perfect...sorry Elan.

It only takes ten minutes for him to get dressed and move his stuff back where it belongs and then we exit through the back door clambering through the forest. Despite what Creed is doing back here I still don't have it in me to report him. We've been friends for five years now and I know that Creed is a strange guy but his heart is in the right place. I'm sure that he isn't doing anything terrible to the kid even though it looks bad. As soon as we find the metal doors covered in leaves I lean over and bang on the them loudly signaling my friend. As soon as Creed emerges Chip takes a step back hiding himself behind me. Creed doesn't seem to notice and instead smiles happily at the sight of us.

"There you are. I was beginning to assume that you had chosen to cut ties."

"I tried." Chip mumbles but Creed just smiles and beckons us down into his home. We walk down the dark concrete hallway silently the sounds of our footsteps echoing as we reach the door. Creed whips out his keys and unlocks it putting up his hand in a strange position as he throws the door open with his other. I'm about to question the gesture when a sharp cry rips through the air and a vase comes smashing into Creeds palm where he catches it easily before throwing it to me. I fumble quickly catching the object as he leans over grabbing his assailant by the waist and flipping him over his shoulder.

"Honestly you're so predictable." He mumbles to the boy as he struggles for freedom. Chip and I step into the room awkwardly shutting the door behind us as he sets him on the bed with a gentle pat on the head. The Asian boy looks mildly upset but not nearly as much as the first time we saw him. "Bobby this is Theo and Chip. You've been acquainted before but it's been quite some time since then. Guys this is Bobby."

"Hi Bobby." Mumbles Chip sending him a dull wave. Bobby just stares and looks at me as if I hold all the secrets to his escape.

"Are you guys freaks too?"

"Bobby. Be. Nice." Creed orders clenching his teeth as he leans against the couch his eyes on the young boy.

"Define freak?" Chip retorts folding his arms over his chest and shifting closer to me.

"Freak. Psychotic men who want to get into my pants."

Chip nods silently before shaking his head. "No sorry you aren't my type." And with that he collapses onto the bed next to the Asian boy grabbing a pillow to cushion his head. Bobby tilts his head in confusion as if that was the last thing he expected to happen, but surprisingly enough he almost looks more comfortable now than he was two minutes ago. He sends me a look as if he's awaiting my response.

"No, I'm more of a tan...blue green eyes kind of guy." I state walking over to stand next to Creed who smiles at me. Bobby nods and then turns to Chip asking him a question that I can't quite hear. Instead of eavesdropping I turn my attention to Creed who is staring at the kid in adoration. "Hey can I talk to you for a second?"

He nods and we sit on the couch our view of the boys blocked by the back of it as we converse. "Listen Creed I'm not sure if what you're doing is a good idea. This could end very badly especially if you're assaulting him. Don't you care about the consequences?"

"No."

That's it. Sweet and simple.

I nod staring at my hands in thought. "Do you really love this kid?"

"Do you really love Chip?" My eyebrows raise and I glance over the couch at the boys who surprisingly enough are...laughing and talking like they're old friends.

"What do you mean?" I snort giving Creed my full attention. He stares at me as if he sees so much more that the average person. Like he's got an inside look at everyone else's thoughts.

"I observed the way that you studied him. You want him. I want Bobby. We are the same." He announces as if it's the simplest explanation. I shake my head.

"No Creed we aren't the same. You took that boy from his home...don't you feel any remorse?" Creed stares at me as if he's trying to process the meaning of my words before answering.

"It's an unfortunate action that I had to take but if I had not chosen to carry It out I would be living in pain. How would you feel if Chip was gone?" I don't answer mostly because I can't even imagine it. I can't imagine not picking him up from school and arguing with him on the way home. I feel like I would be so empty without him hanging around. I don't even think I would be able to get up in the morning...too busy sulking like a lovesick teenager. It hurts just trying to picture it. "That is how I feel." Creed states pointing at my face. "He has to remain here for the both of us to keep on living. The world would be pointless and dull without each other."

"But...he'll never love you."

"He will." Creed replies staring over the couch at the two teens. "He has to because we were meant to be together. It was written in the stars. We balance each other out. He is extremely hot tempered and uses profoundly foul language to insult me. I am a composed and refined human being who refrains from insulting anyone if I can help it. He sees only the possibilities that were left behind, I see only the possibilities in moving forward. We are meant to be together." As he explains this I think about me and Chip. I'm an extremely temper-mental and violent person while Chip is relatively calm and meditative. Even so he uses strong language and I can't much stand it unless justified by the situation. I am extremely materialistic while Chip only cares about the wind and the trees. I am easily riled up while he is easily calmed. Creeds idea seems to make sense but he uses it to justify his actions. "When will you inform him of your affections?"  Creed questions looking at me past his love struck haze.

I shake my head. "I'm not going to."

"You must."

"Why?" I smirk staring at the wall.

"You two are also meant to be."

I snort. "Well aren't you just the real live cupid here in the flesh ready to throw people at each other."

"You don't believe me." He states looking away.

"I'm sorry...it's just...I can't."

"Can't what?"

"I can't...make a move on him. His father was my friend...I would be defiling his son and betraying his trust."

"Perhaps not. There is only one way to be certain and that is to pass on yourself, and you certainly are unable to do any such thing." He looks over at the boys again studying them calmly. "He would not be completely against the idea."

I scoff and shake my head shifting awkwardly. "You're insane."

"Maybe," he responds. "But only because I'm in love."

"Only because you're in love?" I echo glancing at the reflection of Chip in a mirror hanging off of the wall. He's talking animatedly as if the story he has to tell couldn't be more important. His blue green eyes are sparkling and his gorgeous lips are moving a mile a minute. I watch as his hands fly through the air painting a picture of the story he's trying to tell. He's so stunning. Creed nods staring at Bobby much like I'm staring at Chip.

"Love is insanity...you'd better remember that."