This is my entry for a
writing contest by ha7lie!
The theme this time is
"Cute Little Psycho."
I thought the theme fit
these two pretty well, so
enjoy the angsty NovaHD!
Word Count: 1450
Due Date: August 1st 2017
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Brett could tell the past few weeks that something was seriously up with Aleks.

So here he was, standing outside of his friend's apartment door hoping to confront him about whatever it is bothering him.

Aleksandr is on his couch, drunk out of his mind, trying to forget that man with his curly black hair he just wants to run his fingers though.

This infatuation with James, this slight obsession with him, has made Aleks go crazy.

Much to the point where even after being around him nearly twenty four seven, Aleks still feels the need to stalk him on his social medias after they part ways, needing to know what he's up to and who with. All the time.

So he drank. Again. And again, until his vision was so blurry that he couldn't even see what was on the television in front of him anymore.

Aleksandr thought he heard a knocking on his door so just to make sure, he stumbled off of the couch and to his door, opening it to reveal Brett.

"Holy shit Aleks, you look hammered." Brett says, looking at him with concern.

"Well hello to you too Brett." Aleks slurs, "And uh, I'm not drunk, you're just... blurry."

"Come on buddy, let's get you to the couch and then maybe we can talk about what's wrong okay?" Brett offers, reaching his arm out to help steady the wobbly Aleks.

Aleks thinks about it for a moment before nodding, gratefully accepting Brett's help because he felt like he could vomit.

"Fair warning Brett... I might vomit so uh be careful I guess, of the impending vomit." He speaks up, knowing the older man would appreciate the warning to not get vomit on his clothes.

"Thanks for the warning buddy" Brett says with a smile, helping him sit on the couch before moving Aleksandr's trash can in front of him.

"I hate to ask but, could you get me some water?" The younger asks helplessly, regretting drinking so much.

"Of course I can bud, I'll be right back." Brett says, walking into Aleksandr's kitchen to grab a glass from his cabinet, filling it with water and bringing it back into the living room.

Aleks gratefully took the glass of water, drinking the entire thing at once before handing it back to Brett and closing his eyes because of the fact that the room was spinning.

"So, uh, do you still want to have that talk?" Aleks asks, slightly dreading talking about James.

"We can tomorrow bud, tonight you need to to go sleep this off." Brett says in a fatherly tone, before helping the younger up and to his room, carrying the trash can with as well incase he threw up during the night or in the morning.

Once Aleks is sitting on his bed he removes his shirt and pants, leaving him only in his boxers but he didn't care, there had been many times filming videos for the channel that they got messy and he'd have to strip around the other guys to change clothes.

Brett then helped Aleks under the cover, covering him up before he says, "Goodnight Aleks, I'm crashing on your couch to make sure you're gonna be okay, so if you need me come get me."

"Thanks Brett, you're such a great friend." The younger slurs before passing out.

Brett smiles and grabs another glass of water and some pain medication for the killer hangover he knows Aleks will have in the morning before writing out a note informing him he was on the couch because Aleksandr's probably too drunk to remember any of this in the morning.

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The next morning, just as Brett thought, Aleks remembered nothing of how he got into bed or why there was a glass of water, pain meds, and a note on the bedside table as well as the strategically placed trash can in front of him.

So he takes the pain meds gratefully before sipping the water and picking up the note to see Brett's handwriting.

"Hey hungover Aleks,
I figured I should leave you this note because I know you won't remember anything that happened last night. I came over to your place to talk to you, you let me in and you were so drunk you couldn't walk so I helped you to bed and crashed on your couch to make sure you'd be okay. I still plan to talk to you when you wake up.
-Brett."

So the younger gets up reluctantly and gets dressed before walking out into his living room, seeing Brett sitting on his couch watching television, joining him on the couch.

"Morning Aleks, how's the hangover?" Brett asks when he notices him sit down.

"It's a fucking pain in the ass, but I'll survive, so what did you want to talk about last night?" Aleks replies, looking over at Brett.

"What's been up with you? Are you okay, because you sure don't seem like you are Aleks." Brett starts.

"Because I'm not okay. It's James. The fucker weaseled his way into my heart. I'm so in love with him that it's making me crazy Brett. I'm losing my mind. I stalk his social media so I can know what he's doing all the time and I can't even think about anyone else and I just want these feelings to go away because it pisses me off that I'll never have a chance in hell with him! But the thing is, no matter what, I'll always love him. It'll always be tucked inside." Aleks says through tears, anger bubbling inside of him.

"You need to tell him. Tell him how you feel Aleks, no matter how he reacts you need to let the feelings out or you may never know how he feels." Brett says.

"Fine. I'll tell him. But it probably won't be very nice, now we should get to work." Aleksandr says, wiping his tears.

"I'll give you a ride to work, I just need to swing by mine and change really fast, okay?" Brett tells Aleks, receiving a nod from the younger.

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When Aleks and Brett walked into the warehouse James could tell Aleksandr wasn't in the best of moods, so as his best friend he wanted to try cheering him up.

"Aleksandr! You're looking really angry, but you look cute when you're angry." James calls out jokingly, earning a harsh glare from the younger man.

Now with almost all eyes on them, Aleks spits out at James, "Ohh, you think I'm cute when I'm angry? We'll get ready motherfucker because I'm about to get real cute."

"Woah.. Aleksandr what's the matter?" James asks, now concerned about his friend.

Brett's watching eyes knew that was the wrong question to ask.

"You! James, It's you! It's always fucking you." Aleks yells, pointing at James as he does.

"What did I do Aleks?"

"You.. you made me crazy! Because of you I can't even look at anyone else or have feelings for anyone else because my mind is just infected with James fucking Wilson! I'm in love with you, you fucking idiot. I have been for years."

"I didn't know you felt that way..." James trails off, never imagining Aleks would love him.

"But guess what, James. It's okay! It's so fucking okay because you don't have to love me back. No matter what I'll always have these feelings for you and I'm sick of hiding it." Aleks spits out again.

The next thing Aleksandr does is turn around and walk out the front doors, just the way he came in them, deciding he wanted to go home instead of dealing with the staring eyes of the group in the warehouse, walking quickly back to his apartment as tears leak from his eyes.

James sat there stunned for a moment before he ran after him into the parking lot, seeing his car was already gone, not knowing he rode with Brett. All James knew was he needed to tell Aleks he felt the same way.

So he jumped in his car and drove towards Aleksandr's house, shocked when he saw Aleks walking or practically jogging down the sidewalk.

James rolls down his window before calling out, "Aleks! Get in, please? I'll give you a ride to your place I need to talk to you."

Aleks sighs and crosses the street to get in the passenger side, knowing James won't give up.

Once the pair made it into Aleksandr's apartment and the door is closed James pushes Aleks against it, kissing him deeply and passionately, relaying his feelings into it.

Breathlessly after the kiss he says to Aleks, "I love you too, you crazy little Russian."

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