Sanctuary

Getting back to sleep was a difficult task. From the moment the door closed and he watched as the dark-haired boy sulked down the road, Julian spent his time curled up on the couch. His bed felt tainted, somehow, so he chose not to return to it. Though the couch was comfortable enough, Julian spent most of the night watching reruns of Monster Quest. Despite his tiredness, he just couldn't bring himself to sleep. When the sun finally rose, he contemplated calling in sick to work. How could he work properly if he was falling asleep every seven seconds? Still, he had an obligation to do. Those botox injections weren't going to shoot themselves.



"Mm..." Julian felt himself almost tip over as he closed the dresser and finished adjusting his tie. "Damnit...it's bad enough he uses me but if I accidently cut off someone's ear today because of him...." He shook his head. No matter what happened yesterday, he'd end up forgiving the clueless boy and watch as said boy skips off merrily. It was an endless cycle that neither of them wanted to break. Or so it seemed.



His mood did seem to change as he walked to the office. Julian loved the neighborhood he lived in. It always seemed to calm him. Unlike the place he found himself in some weeks earlier, his neighborhood was clean and quiet. He particularly enjoyed the park that was across the street. Not only was it a peaceful place to get work done, it was a bit of a short cut to the building where his office was. So often, he traveled through the park to get to work. Since he left early, there were usually no other people in the park. Occasionally, he'd pass a jogger or a dog walker but usually, it was just him and Mother Nature. Her sweet embrace seemed to calm his nerves, momentarily allowing him to forget about his own problems.

But she never always kept him distracted. "Hm?" His eyes looked up from the dirt path when he saw a pair of boots. His gaze continued to rise, immediately recognizing the owner of the boots. "Dafne..." The raven-haired woman looked up from her book, puzzled at first. Then a soft smile appeared as she replied.
"Julian, what a surprise. It's been a while."
"Too long, in fact. You haven't been working at the bistro, have you? Antoine tells me you're still recovering?"
"Ah, yeah. The surgery really took alot out of me so Ant gave me some time off. He's a sweetie, he is. He's actually doing housework too. He gets mad if I even try to pick up a duster." The two laughed at the thought of an apron-clad rampaging french man, wielding a broom as if it were a sword. The girl closed her book momentarily, laying her finger on the page. "Come, sit. Antoine tells me things have gotten...bothersome. I'd like to hear about it...if you have the time." Julian's smiled faded. She knew too. It seemed the whole world knew of his dilhema. Still, he wasn't about to refuse her.
"Sure. I have some time before work. It won't take me long to get there."



Julian explained all he could. His feelings for Gabriel, Gabriel's feelings for Zackariah...everything up until last night. The girl listened closely, never interrupting. Julian liked that about Dafne. She was a quiet girl by nature, never wanting to speak up but would rather listen. He supposed it worked well. Being with someone like Antoine, one's only option was to listen. "So...that's the situation. I'm jealous and he is oblivious," Julian concluded his rant. The girl nodded, rubbing her chin.
"I see. Well...we all know Gabriel was a blonde in a past life...ah! No offense!"
"None taken. I agree. He's not exactly a bright one and that's my problem. I don't know HOW to explain it to him."
"Well...you just need to think on it. But not too much thinking or else you'll over rationalize and become depressed and...yeah. Antoine doesn't like when you're sad, you know. And when Antoine is mad..."
"I know. I apologize. The things you deal with...you are truly admirable, Dafne." The woman blushed, flattered by the compliment.
"Oh, stop. Anyways...I don't want to keep you from work but...if you have some free time later, you should stop by my pottery class. I don't know if it will work for you but pottery always helps me think clearly." Julian stared at her for a moment. Pottery? It was an odd suggestion but perhaps she was right? Dafne never did seem over stressed or worried.
"Alright...I'll stop by sometime later."
"Great!"



True to his word, Julian called a cab after work which took him to the downtown area where Dafne's pottery class was. He'd been there only once before, to pick the girl up when his brother could not. The place was strange, he had to admit. It was occupied mostly by women, many of whom smelled like hemp. He just felt out of his comfort zone. But if Dafne thought it was a good idea, who was he to say no? He hesitantly entered the small building, the heavy mixture of clay and new age music almost bombarding him.
"Julian! Over here!" He heard over the soft cooing of what he assumed was a Norweigan milkmaid the voice of Dafne. The raven haired girl, her hands visibly dirty, came rushing over to him. "I'm glad you could make it! I have a wheel set up for you, right next to mine."
"That sounds great. Thank you, once again, for inviting me."
"No problem!"

Julian soon found himself trying to sculp a simple plate. It was difficult but, surprising, it made him happy. Dafne stood beside him, helping him keep the clay steady. All the while, the two conversed about various things. Laughter was the main outcome of this little escapade, something Julian was glad for. The woman was right. This really was a soothing activity. "I'm really having a good time, Dafne. I could get used to this."
"I know, right? You should sign up for classes. I bet it'd help keep your mind off Gabriel and Zackariah."
"Zackariah, you say?" A third voice suddenly entered the conversation. The wheels stopped momentarily as both Dafne and Julian turned to face the woman who sat behind a sewing machine.
"Thelma? You know Zackriah?" Dafne asked curiously. The woman nodded, putting down her book.
"Yah. That nice young man passes by here each day, you know. He is a member of the gym next door."
"...really?" Julian asked. The woman nodded.
"Mmhm. I could've sworn he just passed about an hour ago." Dafne turned to Julian, noticing his thinking look.
"Julian? Are you gonna go talk to him?"
"Maybe...but what would I say?"
"Um...figure out why he won't leave Gabriel alone? Maybe let him know how you feel?"
"And get him to lose my number, of course."
"Of course."



And there he was, just as Thelma said. Julian felt even more out of his comfort zone. He wasn't an artsy type of guy but even more than that, he wasn't a fitness jock either. Julian never worked out. He never really had to. The boy had such a high metabolism, he never seemed to gain weight. Surely, if he worked out, he'd whittle down to dust. So it was never a hobby of his. It was no surprise to find his competition enjoyed it, though. At least it meant he too had to work for his good looks, just like normal people. A normal person was an easier person to defeat.

Julian didn't know why he didn't feel nervous as he approached the man. There was a sudden newfound confidence lingering within him. Maybe, just maybe, if he talked to Zack...thinks would work out, he thought. He passed several body builders, all of whom followed him with their eyes. Yet Zackariah never lifted his own gaze. It was for the best. If he had noticed prematurely, Julian was sure he'd simply freeze up.

"....Zackariah?" The man finally noticed Julian, looking up from the meter on the bike. His expression was a mix of confusion and exhaustion.
"Eh? Julian, was it?"
"Got a minute? I need to talk to you. Again."

Broken

"...Gabe?" Julian asked. The voice was unmistakable. But why? Why was he calling? Surely, he hadn't yet forgiven Julian for his indiscretion earlier today. But then again, this WAS Gabriel, owner of the world's shortest memory. He easily forgave and, quite literally, forgot. Clearing his throat, he asked again. "Gabe? Is that really you?"

"Of course it is! Look, I'm cold. Come down and open the door! It's raining!"

"And you're on your cellphone in the rain?"

"Exactly. Hurry up before I get electrocuted!" Julian shook his head, hanging up the phone. He didn't really know what was going on but he did know something. He didn't want the poor boy to fry.

Julian walked down the hall to the lobby and used his key to unlock the door, figuring the girls must've locked it when they left. Brushing past him quickly was what looked like a wet dog. "You're soaked," Julian stated the obvious as Gabe started to shake himself dry. He grinned, wringing his hair out.

"Yeah...I didn't know it was supposed to rain."

"Why did you come here? Didn't Mr. Dimartino give you a ride home?"

"Oh, he did. But Aleera didn't let me inside. Somethin' about smelling like a stalker's cologne..."

"I see." Julian looked him over. He seemed so cold, his clothing sticking to his skin. While he probably deserved to be kicked out of Aleera's place, he didn't deserve to catch a cold. Gabe never had the strongest immune system. Clearing his throat, Julian made his offer. "Gabe...why don't you stay for the night?" The raven-haired boy blinked as he finished shaking his hair dry. His bottom lip trembled slightly before being brought into order by his teeth rubbing against the flesh.

"You...sure?" He asked hesitantly, met by Julian's nodding. Then he grinned, "Alright!"

"These should do," Julian said once they walked back to his room. He laid out one of his pajamas on the end of the bed, eyeing Gabe as he began to peel off his damp clothing. "I'll put those in the dryer. They should be dry by morning."

"Thanks," Gabe coughed as he started to redress. "I'm really sorry about this. I don't know why Al acts the way she does, sometimes." Julian shrugged, taking up the wet clothes.

"You know she doesn't approve of Zackariah...she never will. And for you, her own flesh and blood, to...well....you know." Gabe waved him off, dismissing his explanation. Julian then walked off to start the drying process.

When he returned, Gabe was already lying in bed. "Man, your bed is soooooft," He pointed out. Julian chuckled slightly, making his way to the other side.

"Yes, well..you know how fragile my body is. I need softness." Julian climbed on the bed, propping the pillow up against the headboard. A long yawn echoed out of his small throat as he laid back, the single touch of soft fiber against his body causing all to become relaxed. The two men laid in silence, obviously not too worried about talking about earlier events. If Gabe was willing to forget, so was Julian. Not before settling a few things, though. "You know...Faye and Aleera visited me earlier," the blonde man started. His company looked at him casually.

"Oh? Why?"

"To cheer me up."

"Cheer you up? ..oh. Right. How'd they know about that anyways?"

"Inuition?" Gabriel raised his eyebrow before leaning in, mumbling.

"Jules...you sure you ain't just imagined them here? I really doubt Aleera would come cheer ANYONE, even you, up." Julian looked hurt at first. Gabe didn't believe him. But then he thought. The boy did have a point. He was very tired then so he could have very well imagined it.

"Maybe...but then...am I imagining you?" Julian lifted his hand and poked Gabriel, who felt quite real.

"Ow...I don't think so. People aren't supposed to get hurt in dreams, right? God, you have boney fingers..."

Julian didn't really recall what else they talked about. He started slipping into sleep, too tired to keep himself focused. He just nodded at each thing his companion said, slipping under the blankets. Laying on his side, he just continued to stare. Gabriel had just finished another rant about why latex is surpreme when he noticed his friend's head falling and bobbing back up a second later. "You're tired...It's okay for you to go to sleep, you know."

"Mm? N-no...you're talking...it's rude to fall asleep when some...one's..." Finally, his cheek met the pillow in defeat. "Okay...if you say so..." Gabe patted his head, soon slipping himself underneath the covers.

"Good boy. Sleep! And...uh...thanks."

"Mm...what are friends for?"

Julian tossed and he turned. What the? Why was he hearing a phone in the middle of a Norwegian valley? The dancing goats didn't have cellphones on them, did they? He opened one eye, vision blurry. He did see the drooling figure of Gabe, completely dead to the world. But the ringing sustained. It would seem everyone who knew his number these days had horrible internal clocks. He reluctantly lugged himself out of bed and shivered as his feet touched the cold wooden floor. He flung himself over to the phone once he reached the kitchen, the sound nagging in his ears. "Hello?" He asked tiredly as he brought the receiver to his ear.

"Is Gabriel there?" Julian's body immediately woke up when that cool, soft voice reached his ears. No...way...

"...one moment please," Julian struggled out, his voice shaking. He put the phone down, his hand covering the mouthpiece. "That no good...gah..." Taking a deep breath, he brought the receiver back to his lips, "Ah...I'll have to let him call you back. ...Alright....of course. Bye."

Never before had his own footsteps caused all the knickknacks that lined the corridor to shake. Julian just felt like breaking one of them. But he wouldn't. They were gifts, after all. His angered died down only slightly when he reached the bedroom. Gabriel was finally awake, rubbing his eyes as he sat propped up against the headboard. "Hey, Jules. Someone call?"

"Yes...someone called..." He softly seethed as his fingers clutched the doorway, chipping away some of the paint.

"Who was it?" Gabriel asked innocently, stretching his arms slightly.

"Oh...no one special..." Julian choked sarcastically. He let his fingers release the doorway, walking slowly over to Gabriel's side of the bed. Looking down at the confused boy, he asked, "Gabe...why does Zackariah have my number?" The boy's mouth opened, turning into an uncomfortable chuckle.

"Ah...heh...well...uh. I gave it to him?"

"Why?"

"Because...I wanted him to reach me and...well...you know Aleera would kill me if I gave him the house number..." "

So you gave him mine!?"

"Why are you so pissed?" Gabe asked, eyebrow cocked as he rose out of the bed. Julian felt like shaking him violently, asking a billion questions.

To start them off would be, "What makes you think I want him to call here!?"

"Look, I'm so-"

"No. You're not. You never are! Look...I'd do anything for you...really...but not him. He's not welcomed here. He's not even welcomed to call here."

"Come on, give him a chance. What do you have against him?"

"Gabe, I'm not going to go through this with you right now. Now please call him back and tell him not to call here again. I'll be changing my number in the morning."

"That's really immature."

"Gabe, I said I'm no-"

"Just because you're jealous of how awesome he is and how much I like him an-"

"Gabe!"

"What?"

"...Your clothes are probably dry. You can leave now."

"...What?"

"You heard me. I'm tired and unlike you, I have work tomorrow. Please...just...go home. If Aleera won't let you in then why don't you crash at Zackariah's place if you want to be with him so badly?"

"But, Jules..."

"Just go. Please. I don't like yelling at you and my throat is getting sore. Please just go before it starts bleeding."

"You're kicking me out? But you said I'm always welcomed here..."

"I know. I know. Call me a hypocrite. It is 2AM...I don't care anymore."

"Can't this wait 'till mornng?"

"No...no...." The two men fell silent, Julian lost in his own confusion and Gabriel giving up his rebuttal. "...fine," He said coldly.

Julian's eyes followed as Gabriel brushed past him. "I'll leave these in the laundry room."

"Alright..." The echoing footsteps soon faded and he was gone.

He was gone.

Sound

Julian chose not to take the bus back home. Sure, it would have been much quicker and warmer, as the night was cold but he decided against it. It was only by walking alone that he was able to think properly. He had much to think about now. His thoughts kept him warm, as his body shivered in the night air. The streets weren't heavily populated, the only sounds to accompany his chattering teeth and footsteps being the occasional mumbling of people waiting outside of storefronts. They paid him no mind. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to keep himself warm enough until he reached his apartment. "It's fine, whatever. I'll call you later. Or something." No you won't. You never call. You pay over a hundred dollars for that cellphone and you never use it. "It's fine...tell Al I'll be home late tonight but...I'll be home." I doubt that. You know she's mad at you for being such an idiot. You know she'd probably nag your ear off. You'll probably end up in that...thing's bed. Better than his back seat, I suppose. I wouldn't want you to get a back ache from the lack of comfort.

His mind continue to find ways to rip apart the words spoken earlier. For each excuse Gabriel gave, Julian could think of several things to prove it false. A cold splash woke him from his monologue. "Rain?" He cooed. It hadn't rain in quite some time. So adding speed to his movements, he jogged along the sidewalk now focused entirely on getting home. He spotted the silver fountains and knew he was home, jogging up the stairs and entering the building. He was mildly wet, the rain only beginning to truly pour once he was safe inside the lobby. He huffed in the warm air, approaching one of the elevators. A nice hot cup of cocoa would cheer him up. He hoped.

The cocoa took some time to make. His stove was awfully old, so it took a long time for the kettle to warm up. He decided to kill some time by catching up on the shows he'd miss while working. He got TiVo, why let it go to waste? His body melted into the cream sofa and he picked up the remote off the table. Finding a particularly interesting program about the chupacabra, Julian began to relax. But not even the tale of a goat-killing Mexican beast could keep his thoughts in check. Without even realizing it, the boy began to weep. Finally giving in, he hunched over. "Why does he have to be like that? He's so stupid...." "I could have told you that."

Looking up, his eyes and cheeks red, Julian noticed he wasn't alone anymore. Somehow, Faye and Aleera had broken into his house. Again. "Al...Faye....what are you two doing here? Or better yet...how'd you get into my house?" The boy asked, wiping his sleeve across his eyes. Aleera shook her head while Faye simply smiled.

"Ah! That is a secret!" She said in her bubbly voice. Placing her hands on her hips, she tilted her head as if confused. "Jules, why are crying?"

"What did that loser do now?" Aleera asked. Julian couldn't help but smile a bit at the way she referred to her brother.

"It's nothing...I just interrupted their date." The two girls looked at each other, their expressions both neutral. Then smiles creeped upon them.

"Don't worry so much about it, Jules."

"Yeah! You don't need to be so sad!"

"Gabe just doesn't know how much you love him. He'll come around!"

"That's right. And if he doesn't, we'll kick his ass! Right, Al?"

"Right."

"So...cheer up, okay?" Both girls leaned in closer to the man, performing their best puppy dog eyes. He tried hard not to laugh. But their looks! It was so funny!

Finally, he couldn't contain himself. Cupping his hand over his mouth, Julian began to laugh. "Alright, alright...since you both seem so determined..." The girl both smiled, watching him laugh. Finally free of the pent up urge, he took a deep sigh. "Thanks," He said finally, "You two really do know how to cheer me up."

"No problem. I'm just sorry my brother is such a douchefunnel," Aleera said with clear disdain in her voice. "He's a sweetheart, you know that but...he's young. He likes the bad boys and sadly, he found the number one bad boy. Trust me, when I see him or Suicide, I'll give them both a smack for ya."

"You don't have to do that."

"I know. I just want to."

"Anyway, we just wanted to come by to see what happened. I guess we better let you sleep. You got work tomorrow, right?" Faye asked, already shoving Aleera towards the door. Julian rose, walking with them.

"Yes. I should go to sleep soon...thanks again for coming by. You two are dolls. Send Kariudo and Shin my regards, yes?"

"Will do! See you, frere. Call if you need anything."

"Remember what I said...He'll come around."

"I know...thanks." The girls waved and soon disappeared as Julian closed the door.

Julian stayed up for an hour more, drinking his cocoa and enjoying his television. After his cocoa ran empty, he decided it was time for bed. Letting his hair down, changing his clothes and removing his glasses, he climbed into his bed. But then, as the night before, his book called out for him. "Well, I only have a few more chapters to go..." He positioned his pillow up against the headboard and rested his back against it, opening the book to the page he had left off at. He wished he had kept his glasses on. The text was so small. But he was far too lazy to get up and get them again. He didn't know how long he had been reading for but time had surely passed. The first thing he heard, outside of his quiet mumbling, was the phone. It startled him, causing him to drop the book. "Who could that be?" He wondered. It was late. Normal people were asleep by now. Still, he didn't wish to be rude. It could be Faye or Antoine or his mother with emergency news. Picking his book back up and putting it back on the bookshelf, he slipped on his house slippers and walked into the kitchen.

Picking up the phone, he immediately heard a loud and flamboyant, "HEEEEEY JUUUUULES!"

"...Gabe?"

Greed

Julian squirmed in the bus seat, his framed eyes looking down at the torn piece of paper in his hands. The writing was messy, as befit Aleera. Her handwriting was always difficult to decipher but having known her for some time, Julian was able to get the gist of it. They were directions to one of the clubs Zachariah apparently worked at part-time. 'A club, of course...' He thought. You mix a hormonal boy with alcohol, there was bound to be trouble. He had to hurry and save his poor innocent friend, lest he lose him to the neon lights and devilish charms.



He hesitated as his stop came up. Was he really going to waltz in there and have some balls? Did he have it in him? Probably not. But the fear of being body slammed by Aleera for being a wuss was motivation enough. He dragged himself off the bus and walked the rest of the way. Soon, the floodlights outside the large red building met his eyes. The club didn't seem trashy, as he had expected it to be. So his worries softened as he passed through the heavy doors. He stood at the entrance, thinking up a plan. "I should first try to FIND Gabe...shouldn't be too hard...not too many guys in here wearing skirts and a stuffed bra..."



He walked close to the walls, receiving stares courtesy of his fellow wallflowers. He searched the bar: nothing. He searched several lounging areas: nothing. It was only obvious where his next search would end up. The thumping sound of the techno music echoed out of the DJ station, his ears focusing more on the sound now as his attention diverted. There he found his prey in the arms of another predator. Julian scowled. Pitiful. They were basically dry humping! Taking a deep breath and swallowing some fear, he walked up to the two.



"Gabe." The two raven-haired men turned, surprised to see the blonde man standing before them. Zack's eyes fell dull and his mouth curled into slight grin as his better half merely seemed surprised.
"Jules? What are you doing here?" The blonde man tried to look into those dark green eyes but his own seemed resistant. He titlted his head a bit, looking down at the worn dance floor.
"Ah...well...Aleera sent me to fetch you. It's time to come home, Gabe."
"Aleera?" Zackariah spoke, his interest obviously sparked. "Is she here too?" He peered around Julian. Julian shook his head.
"No...no, she's not. I'm sorry to end your date a bit short, Mr. Dimartino but...it's time for Gabe to come home. His sister is worried." Zachariah frowned, his expression returning to boredom.
"Is that so?" Gabe piped as he placed his hands on his hips. Julian nodded slightly, but it was obvious his words weren't believed. By the look he had, Gabe wasn't buying it. He turned to Zack. "Excuse me for a moment, will you?' And with that, he shoved Julian over into the corner.



Julian yelped as he was pulled, not expecting such force. He barely had enough time to stable himself when his ears were met with a deep growl of words.

"Why did you come here? Are you trying to embarrass me? You're just jealous, you know that, of all the attention I'm getting. And to say Aleera sent you? You really suck at lying." Julian opened his mouth, trying to defend himself. He was jealous, yes but he was not a liar. But he got no chance to rebutle. Gabriel glared at him and continued. "Look...I'm not going home yet. I'm having a great time. The night is young. You might have stuff to do in the morning but I don't so I'm not worried about it. So why don't you just go home and watch one of your fancy smancy documentaries and leave me be? If you want the details SOOOO badly, I'll call you later."
"Gabe, I'm not lying. Aleera really wants you home."
"If she did, she'd call me." Julian rolled his eyes and placed his hand on Gabe's hip. Digging his fingers inside the waistband of his skirt, he slipped the slim cellphone that called it home out. He flipped it open and showed the missed messages.
"You left it on silent again." Gabe's face flushed red, not at all looking well on his skin. He snatched back his phone and let out an annoyed sigh.
"Just go home, Julian. Please. I don't want to talk to you right now. You're pissing me off."



He didn't mean to make Gabriel mad. And that beautiful face seemed so angered, so ugly now. "Just go home. And leave me and Zack alone, alright?" Gabe pleaded once more. Julian's body was obviously shocked, causing Gabe to have a softer tone. But the anger was still there. Julian then nodded, albeit hesitantly.
"Sorry..."
"It's fine, whatever. I'll call you later. Or something."
"Of course..."



Noticing the snickering man behind them, Julian glared. Him. He was causing this. He was just so happy with himself. But his eyes landed on Gabriel again. No, he'd have to resume this thought later. "Of course..." He continued, "I'm sorry for interrupting you two..." He spoke loud enough for the other man to hear him. Zachariah shrugged.
"Whatever, french boy. If you wanted a date with me too, you should have let me known earlier. Next time, ne?" Julian forced a smile. But through his facade, he just wanted to strangle him. No, Julian. Bad Julian. He turned back to Gabriel.
"Sorry...Again..."
"It's fine...tell Al I'll be home late tonight but...I'll be home."
"Of course."



Gabriel moved in, giving the blonde man a slight hug. There was not warmth, though. It was more like an obligated notion. When he pulled away, Julian turned. He knew who he was going back to, as the footsteps trailed away. He didn't want to see it. Passing by the walls once more, Julian left that image behind. Undoubtedly, it would appear again later.

Conspire

He twirled the coffee cup in his hands, the caramel liquid splashing against the curved sides. "What am I gonna do?" He sighed, staring into the dark pool. It was obvious Zackariah found the situation amusing and thus, wasn't going to step off. No. It seemed he wanted to stir the pot, knowing he had power over Gabriel and be extension, Julian. "Prick..." Julian frowned, displeased at himself for thinking such things. But who could blame him? Gabe was completely ga-ga over someone with far more charm, more wit and more beauty than himself. There was no competition. There was no silver lining. There was no ho-



"Hey. You gonna acknowledge me or continue staring into space?"
"Ack!" Julian coughed as he fumbled the cup in his hands, careful not to cause it to spill. He steadied it, pushing it away from himself as his hands retreated back to his lap. "Sorry...didn't see you join me, Antoine." His face sunk down, his attention diverting from the man sitting across from him. Antoine glared, though whether it was intentional or just part of his normal expression was unknown.
"I saw what happened." Julian's face played on embarressment. So he had seen? His elder brother had just watch him be stepped all over. Fantastic.
"Yes...well...."
"You have no spine," Antoine spoke bluntly. His brother flinched at the ferociousness in his voice. "Look, I know you're not the definition of manliness but for the love of crepes, grow some balls. How is anyone going to take you seriously when you let a vampire-wannabe and a man wearing a frickin' skirt use you like a paper towel?"
"Frere, I..." Julian mumbled, losing his words. His brother had a point, albeit he made it so rudely. If he didn't start becoming a bit more assertive, he'd be lost to the cruelness of the world. He'd just become another stepping stone in someone else's achievements.



Antoine sighed, rubbing his temple. "Pardon...I shouldn't be so...harsh. I know you're trying. I can see that. But you're worrying too much about your competition. You aren't realizing that even if he seems to have it all, you have the advantage. You know Gabe. You know what makes him tick. Use that to your advantage for once." Julian stared at his brother, noticing the softness that now accompanied his words.
"Antoine...Ho-"
"I have faith in you, Jules..." He said, pulling the coffee cups to himself. His vision wasn't focused on Julian but Julian knew he meant every word he said. "In the end, I see you and that...creepy...creepy crossdresser walking down an aisle. Whether you or him will be wearing the dress is left to be decided." Julian snorted, trying to stifle a laugh.
"Thank you, Antoine." Julian rested his hand on his brother's, finding great warmth and newfound happiness. Antoine gave a small smile, though it appeared uncomfortable.
"Yeah, yeah...now let go of my hand. I don't want your wussy germs."



His talk with his brother had definately left him with a bounce to his step. He returned home and began to unwind. He relaxed on the couch, all his worries falling into the back of his head as his mind focused on trying to find a talk show that wasn't about infidelity, wild teens or weight loss. He must've dozed off, for when he awoke by the shrill sounds of his phone, there was a small line of drool down his chin. Wiping himself clean, he walked into the kitchen and answered.
"Hello?" He asked politely.
"Hey. You. Come downstairs. I need to talk to you." The voice on the other side was loud, causing him to recoil from the phone.
"Al? What? Where are you?"
"Downstairs, duh. Hurry up."
"Why don't you come up?"
"Fuck that. You know my policy about elevators. Evil...get your gay ass down here." The click told him that further badgering was pointless. He'd been issued his order. He had to follow or risk being body slammed by a woman with an alcohol problem. Yikes.



Julian turned off his television, put the phone back on the reciever and left his apartment. He walked into the hall and entered one of the elevators. He rested against the elevator wall, waiting to reach the lobby. Aleera didn't often pay him visits. They weren't close friends, after all. They knew each other simply because they knew each other's siblings. It wasn't that Julian didn't like the girl, though. She was nice, for the most part. But she was just so brash and loud, it clashed with his nature. Still, if she wanted to talk, he wasn't going to resist. He owed her, after all, for introducing him to his number one problem. Though, thinking about it now, maybe she owed him.

The elevator door opened and Julian stepped out, approaching the woman who stood some feet away. She appeared bored and annoyed. Inside, a part of him wanted to run and hide. She was scary when she was annoyed. "Well, Aleera? What brings you to my part of the neighborhood? Did Faye forget something?" Julian asked. The woman shook her head.
"No. But she is why I'm here. Seems you met Suicide, huh?"
"Sui...Suicide?" Julian asked, confused. The girl growled.
"Ugh...Zack! I'm talking about him. You know. The creepy molestor-looking guy."
"Ah. Right...but why did you call hi-?"
"Nickname. Don't ask. Anyway, I wanted to know what went on with you two. Faye said you seemed bummed. Do you need me to kick him in the balls?" Julian laughed nervously. Inside, he knew she was being completely serious.
"It's nothing, really. I appreci-"
"Don't lie to me, boy. I know you're lying."
"Fine, you caught me. Isn't it obvious what went on? He met Gabe..." Aleera's mouth opened slightly before a playful grin appeared.
"Really? Excellent." Julian frowned. Why did she seem not bothered by this?



"Ah...how is this excellent?" Julian asked, hoping she had a good reason. The girl blinked for a moment, confused.
"Ah...well. Excellent for me. Not for you, I guess. See, if Suicide meets Gabe and likes what he sees...he will leave me alone!" She grinned in her own genius. Julian shook his head. He should have figured that was what made her happy. "But yeah...it does suck for you, huh? I mean....You like Gabe but Gabe's had a crush on Zack for a while now. He's always liked the jerkwads...strange boy." Aleera's words trailed off as she thought to herself. Julian sighed, rubbing his arm. She was just pointing out the obvious now.
"Al, as much as I love having you visit...was there another reason you came?"
"Geez, this whole thing has you upset, huh?"
"I suppose."
"Then why don't you just go drag Gabe back here and...I dunno...seduce him?" Julian laughed at the thought.
"I don't think so, for one....I don't even know where he is."
"Well, I do. Well...not really. Just got an idea. I think I know my brother well enough to predict his actions. Something tells me he's probably stalking Suicide right now so if I were you, I'd check places where he hangs out. I know of a few."
"That's sweet but I don't think so."



The girl growled and suddenly gave him a quick poke on his chest. Her strong, bony finger actually hurt him. "Ow! What was that for?" Julian asked, both angry and hurt as his hand rubbed the sore spot. The woman crossed her arms, her eyes filled with annoyance.
"That's bullcrap. Look, I'm being nice today. I am willing to help you out and give up my OWN chance at freedom." Her expression softened and she appeared more sincere and thoughtful, "To be honest...I don't want Gabe to be caught in Suicide's web too. He's too good a kid to be, you know? My brother....he deserves someone like you, Jules. And you deserve someone like him. But unlike you, he hasn't realized that yet. You need to help him to." Aleera looked at Julian, uncomfortable in the words she spoke. Julian nodded slowly.

"I know...but I don't know if he'd listen," Julian offered an excuse.
"Then make him." Aleera crossed her arms, "Then make him...I don't care how you do it." Julian sighed. She was determined. Everyone was determined. He should be too.
"Alright...where do you want me to go first?"

Enemies

Beep. Beep. "Alright, alright..." Julian groaned, his mind coming to a focus. For the last half hour, he had heard a strange beeping noise. It came out of nowhere, interrupting his dream about red bean paste. He finally realized it wasn't in his dream at all. It was his alarm clock. "Why did I even set you?" He asked the inanimate object groggily. He turned it off, yawning once more and stretched. He slowly rose to his feet and walked to his dresser. He opened it and took out his clothes for the day. He then made his way to the bathroom.



Julian wasn't a dirty man. He showered every morning and every night, brushed his teeth several times a day and kept his living environment clean. In fact, the shine of his turquoise bathroom was almost blinding. Then again, he was currently without his glasses. He was blind anyway. He rummaged through the linen cabinet, pulling out a dry towel and wash cloth. He placed his clothes and the towel on a small table before undressing. He let the shower start, waiting for the water to get warm before he entered. Once done, he dried and dressed himself. Then he stood in front of the mirror. He immediately put on his glasses. His eyes were lost without them. He then took up his soft brush and tangoed with his hair. It was a submissive partner, falling into place long enough to be tied back into a low ponytail. He looked at himself with some pride. "Mm. Not bad."



His stomach rumbled. He was significantly hungry this morning. It was most likely due to skipping dinner. He decided to hold off on brushing his teeth, instead opting to fix himself something to eat. But he failed to realize that while he was away yesterday, his sister had taken it upon herself to clean out his fridge. "Silly little Faye..." He spoke, though sweet and gentle, with slight annoyance. All that was left for him were a few energy drinks. They would have to do. He had to settle his stomach somehow.

He looked over at the newspaper beside him. It was old but he never got around to throwing it away. He pulled it closer to him, reading one of the smaller articles. "New library opened up, huh?" Julian was a fan of literature. He never got much time to pleasure read, though. But today was his day off and he wanted to do something enjoyable. Maybe a nice visit to the library would be the thing for him. After he finished his drink, he wrote down the directions to the library and walked to the bus stop. Along the way, he couldn't help but think, 'I need a car.'



The building was so large. "No wonder it was in the paper.." Julian cooed in awe as he entered. The inside was just as large and decadent in taste. There were priceless paintings, chandeliers and plush furniture. There were many people inside, though it was hushed and serene. Julian explored a bit, following various genre signs. He came to a small corner of the library when he made his choice. "Contemporary fiction...how nice." He browsed the shelves, selecting a book that appeared interesting and settled down. He sighed happily as he began to read. This was nice. This was very nice.



He was so immersed in the book, he barely felt the slight pressure of someone sitting down beside him. He recognized someone was there but thought nothing of it. He flipped a page, only tearing his eyes away when the person spoke. "Hey there." His eyes widened and he put his book down, looking to his side. It couldn't be. But it was. Sitting beside him was Zackariah. Where did he come from? Why was he here? The raven-haired man looked bored, his vacant eyes lazily staring at Julian.
"...Zackariah? What...?" Julian tried to ask but was far too confused. He wasn't expecting him at all. The man seemed intrigued when Julian spoke his name.
"How did you figure out my name? Have you been spying on me?" He smirked, leaning in closer to the blonde boy. Julian fidgeted. The man had a strong aroma that was blinding him. He wanted to get away.
"Mutual friend. Um...you know one of my friend's friends. Um....why are you here?"
"I was actually on a date but you know...book worms are a bit boring so I ditched her in Fantasy and was on my way out when I saw you. I thought to myself, 'Hey! That's the guy from yesterday.' I never caught your name..."
"Because you never asked. Julian...Julian Beauvais et Bedeau."
"A french boy, huh? Kinky."



Julian sighed, closing his book. The man wasn't going to leave so he would leave instead. "Yes, well..it was nice seeing you again. I should go, though." Just as he began to get up, Zackariah grabbed him and pulled him back down.
"Wait a minute. What's with you? I came here to say hello. Kinda rude to suddenly leave." The blonde man gave him an angered looking, causing Zackariah to pout playfully. "I thought we could be friends. I mean, you were so cool yesterday...what's wrong? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
"Something like that..." Julian spoke softly, "I'd appreciate if you didn't touch me though."
"Yeah yeah." Zackariah released his grip, slouching with his legs spread. "You know what? Maybe it's this stuffy library that's making you odd. I know! Let's hit up that place you seem to like so much...Strawberry Bistro?"
"I do-"
"Perfect! Come on!" Zackariah jumped up and grabbed Julian's wrist, pulling the timid man to the exit. It was too late. He was but a fly in a spider web.



Julian sat quietly in the man's car. He tried to protest the entire way to the car but it seemed futile. Zackariah was just not listening. The man simply started up the car and drove. About 15 minutes in, he turned to Julian. "So what's your problem? You seem to lack your spark."
"It's nothing," Julian mumbled. He kept his eyes focused on the passing buildings. Zackariah fell silent afterwards.



Julian rushed inside once they reached the bistro. He just wanted to hide! He hoped his brother was in today. But according to the hostess, he wasn't. 'Damnit...' Julian cursed. There went his chance to hide behind his brother. Zackariah entered afterwards and dragged him to a small booth. There, he ordered coffee for the both of them. Again, noticing Julian's silence, he pestered again.
"Okay, listen. I know something is up with you. What? Don't like me anymore?" Julian shook his head, taking a sip of the coffee. Placing the cup down gently, he tried to word his explanation properly.
"It's not that. I...how should I say this? Well...my friend has a bit of a crush on you and I'm just worried. You seem like a nice guy, Mr. Dimartino, but...after hearing you boast about abandoning some poor girl in the library..." Zackariah raised a brow and snorted.
"Your friend likes me? That's flattering. But look, I can't help it if people like me. I know you're just trying to protect your friend but dude...there's nothing I can do about who I am. Got it?"
Julian shrugged. Taking another sip, he simply looked away.



"Juuuuules!" Almost choking on the coffee, Julian spun his head.
"Oh god..."
"Oh la la , who is THAT?" Gabriel came running up to the table, smile as wide as a cheshire cat.
"Hey! I wasn't expecting you. You should have told me you were gonna do brunch. I would've came earlier." His eyes turned and widened when he saw the man sitting opposite of Julian. "Oh...oh. Hey." Julian shook his head. Target had been sighted. All methods of prevention had failed. Zachariah rubbed his chin, looking Gabriel up and down.
"Hey yourself. You...look familiar. Do I know you?"
"Um, well. Kinda. You know my sister. Aleera?"
"Aleera is your sister? Then you must be..."
"Gabriel. Yes. And you are Zachariah. I've heard so much about you..."



"Ahem!" Julian coughed, causing the two of them to look at him. "Excuse me." Zackariah seemed to understand, his eyes narrowing.
"I must be going. It was nice seeing you again, Julian. And nice meeting you, Gabriel. Say..." He changed subjects, moving closer to Gabriel. The skirt-clad boy seemed surprised, his body jolting slightly from the invasion of his space bubble. "How would you like to get together some time? Aleera tells me you are a fan of clubbing. I am as well." Gabriel giggled, his cheeks flushing red. This act made Julian want to vomit, even more so when Gabriel spoke.
"I would love to..." Zackariah grinned, taking Gabriel's hand gently. As his lips brushed against his hand, Julian felt the need to look away. What was he thinking? He was like a peacock with beautiful wings, showing off his plumage for the peahen that was Gabriel. It was sickening.



Zackariah waved at Julian and winked at Gabriel before turning away. Gabriel, too, turned away in suit. "Wait, Gabe! Weren't you going to join me?" Julian asked, voice cracking. Gabriel turned back to him, looking thoughtfully.
"Ah...well. I just decided I'm not all that hungry. In fact, I kinda promised Al to meet her today. I'll call you later, though. Maybe we can hang out then?" Julian nodded, forcing a smile.
"Oh, alright. I'll see you later then." His chest resonated with pain when he watched Gabriel walk away. This wasn't happening. It wasn't. He was still dreaming, right? Where was the beeping of his alarm clock? He could have sworn he just heard it.

Sunrise

From the bistro, Julian walked east. Now that he no longer had a distraction, he was able to follow the route faithfully. His apartment wasn't that far away but it required driving, as to not tire out his weak leg muscles. He relaxed at the bus stop as the sun disappeared behind tall buildings. The bus was notoriously late but Julian didn't mind. This gave him time to think in peace, without having to worry about strange scene kids making out in front of him. As usual, Gabriel was on his mind. 'Funny', he thought to himself. 'I've known you only three years yet...how is it you affect me so?' Such strong emotions came along with the package of love. Jealousy. Fear. Doubt.

Jealousy was most dominant. Gabriel was oblivious to the bombardment of love at his left. He was far too enveloped in the air of ignorance that lingered to his right. Zackariah. That name was now etched into Julian's mind. It was he who caused this, wasn't it? He had planned it all along, hadn't he? Seriously, who could resist those eyes which seemed to turn all those who they touched into gibberish-speaking fanboys? Those lips, so inviting and tempting, were probably used as a piper's flute, to lead away all romantic prospects into madness. Julian's thoughts continued, even after he boarded the bus. They waltzed inside his head, only coming to a finish when he started up the painted stairs of his home.

He entered the lobby and approached one of the elevators. It was late, so he had to be quiet. Luckily, his mind resisted his heart's pleas to mumble aloud in a drunken fashion. His weary eyes focused as his index finger selected the proper floor button. He was tired. Dinner would, no doubt, be skipped tonight.



Julian walked from the elevator to his door. He dug into his jean's pocket, pulling out a small ring with several keys. He selected a gold key and popped it into an identical knob. A click sung out and he twirled the knob, opening the door. The air was cold, just as he left it that morning. He walked in, shutting the door behind him. "I'm home..." He spoke to no one as he slipped off his shoes at the door and placed his keys into a small ceramic bowl on a nearby shelf. The kitchen greeted him first, tempting him with delicious looking snack cakes. But as he decided earlier, there would be no feast. He was tired.

He started down the hallway to his bedroom when a speck of blonde caught his eye. He walked back, stopping at the doorway to the living room. He walked into the room, the speck becoming a full head of hair resting on a couch. "Faye?" A head popped up behind the couch. The young girl spoke, her voice visibly tired.
"Eh? Oh, bonjour frere! You're home late..." Her eyes questioned him. "Where were you?"
"Better question," Julian shook his head in confusion, "How'd you get in without a key?" The blonde girl smiled and sat up, her hand patting the free space at her side.
"Maintenant qu'est un secret...come, sit. You look as tired as I am."



Knowing his question would never be answered, Julian took her up on her offer. A slight moan escaped his mouth, his body enjoying the soft plush of his couch. Faye looked at her brother with large eyes and a small smile.
"Well?"
"Ah....my lunch ran a bit late."
"Ooooh. You and Gabriel have a nice time?" Her brother smiled, as he always did. But he noticed she didn't smile back. Instead, she seemed troubled. So he felt the need to explain. After all, if he didn't, she would nag him until he did.
"Yes....and no. I mean, I enjoy every millisecond I get to spend with him. And of course, Antoine's desserts never seem to fail in taste. But something...interesting happened and I must admit, it left me distracted. Not that he noticed, mind you." Faye laughed. She know what he meant. She had known Gabriel longer than her brother, through Gabriel's sister. Obliviousness seemed to run in the family.
"What happened?"
"Well, on the way to the Bistro, I got lost. A nice man gave me a ride but...well. Turns out it was Zackariah. You know...that guy Gabriel is infatuated with?" Faye scratched her head, her memory almost as slow as her brother's.
"The one who constantly hits on Aleera?" Julian gasped.
"You mean they're the same guy?"
"I think so. I mean, how many guys named Zackariah live in this city? But yeah. There's this guy who is named Zackariah who like...stalks Aleera. And I think she told me that he met Gabriel and...it makes sense, right?" Faye asked. She turned to her brother, who was deep in thought. She waited before speaking again. This time, she spoke more happily. "In any case, Jules...you shouldn't let it worry you. Even if Gabriel has a hard on for this guy, nothing will come of it as long as he is in love with Aleera." Julian shrugged. There was some truth in that.



Faye turned behind her, looking at the clock on the table. "Mm...it's late. I better get going. Unless...you want me to stay the night...?" Julian shook his head, standing.
"No, it's alright. I'll be fine. It was good seeing you, soeur." Faye rose as well, pouting slightly.
"Alright, if you say so. Call me if you need to, though. Je tu verrai demain?"
"Oui." The siblings embraced. Julian waved his sister off, hugging his arm as she disappeared down the hall. "For one so young, she is so full of wisdom..." But what else can you expect from someone who knows men such as she? Truly, the stripping business did have its perks.



Julian felt dizzy. A nice shower always made him feel better. So he entered his bathroom, removing his clothes and carefully climbed into the shower. The water was quite cold but his skin loved it so. After he had finished cleansing his body and hair, he let himself spend a bit more time in the watery confessional. He rested his bare skin against the glass surrounding him. Despite being drenched in freezing temperatures, his body remained flushed with warmth. "Go away..." He said reluctantly. A decent shower was all he wanted.



Giving up, he got out and dried himself off. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked from the bathroom to his adjacent bedroom. He cooed as the warm carpet brushed against his feet. He opened up an armoire, pulling out a pajama set and quickly dressed himself. He climbed onto his bed, resting on his belly and waving his legs in the air. "Should I go straight to bed or finish up that book Shin gave me? God knows I'm tired but I do want to know what happens next...."



Deciding the latter route was best, Julian swung his legs over on the side of the bed. He was ready to get up when his eyes moved from the bookcase to the picture on his wall. "Not again. I've thought about you all day....please, just let me think about this book..." The voiceless picture seemed to mock him. That day, captured in time, seemed so happy when compared to now.



"Hey. Hey. Hey. Look. Looooook!"
"What, Gabe? What am I supposed to be looking at?"
"The sun, of course."
"Um, my vision is already bad. Please don't make it worse."
"Don't look directly at it, silly. Look at how it is reflecting off those leaves. Pretty, huh?"
"Why...yes. Very pretty."
"As pretty as me?"
"No."
"AW!"
"Your beauty isn't even remotely comparable to leaves, mon cher ami."
"Awww....Wait, what?"



Julian laughed softly. Those days were so innocent. Love was just blossoming, not demanding to be noticed. The sun barely even burned his eyes. But now, he noticed, the sun burned him everywhere. Clutching his body again, Julian changed his mind. "Sleep...yes. Work tomorrow. Must sleep..." A lie to himself. Tomorrow was Saturday. His colleague worked Saturdays. Julian had nothing to do. Still, his body slipped under the light blanket and sheet. He gave one last deep breath before his body became limp. Sleep had taken him. And he slept well into the morning, missing the sunrise he once loved so much. There would be others, right?

Others not as beautiful, not as welcoming...not as oblivious.



Still, when his body did wake, he was sure of one thing. It would be this sunrise he'd miss most.