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When Blue finally got back home, he was greeted with a lecture from his overly protective mother. He sighed and let her blow up at him; it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to already.
“I told you to be home by six o’clock, Blue! What time is it!?”
“It’s 8:30, mother…”
“YES. 8:30! WHAT IF YOU HAD BEEN ATTACKED!? I DON’T KNOW HOW I’D LIVE WITH MYSELF! You know you’re the last-”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m the last male, the last person who can extend the family…”
“Then why do you disobey your mother’s orders!? I swear, some days I think we need to go back to-”
“Mother…” Blue whined, “I don’t want to go back! I like it here in America! I’m not stupid, I can take care of myself…”
“Then why were you late???”
“I met someone, ok…”
“HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WASN’T A SERIAL KILLER!?”
“Mother, I scared him more than he scared me… besides, he seems too… well, he doesn’t understand what’s hip! I don’t know how he could kill someone…”
“… Just be careful… I kept your dinner in the oven to keep it warm…”
“Ok, Thanks mother…” Blue walked to the kitchen to retrieve his food from the oven. Mother was right, he did have to be more careful. But he just felt so free in America! There weren’t as many books, his grandmother wasn’t pressuring him into things constantly, and he was treated ‘easily’ here like he was back at home in England. He was treated normally.
He sat down in the dining room, lost in his own recollection of events that had happened that day. He went to the mall and did some massive shopping; he had to look good, after all! While his home pages were taking his load of clothes back home, he had gotten his hair color touched up. His hair always took awhile; he always used the the best quality hair dye offered. He didn’t want his hair turning green after one week!
After his daily major spending shopping trip, he decided to walk around the town park for awhile. It was so beautiful; not quite as beautiful as some of the parks he’d walked through, but it was still beautiful. It was simply elegant! He did notice, however, that there was someone asleep at one of the park benches.
Curious, he walked over to see exactly who this person was. He seemed harmless! When he walked up to him, he didn’t stir at all; he didn’t even start waking up until Blue started calling his name and shaking him out of his slumber!
But once he did wake up, Blue was greeted with the most beautiful pair of eyes he’d ever seen… They were a beautiful blue-green color; it reminded Blue of a clear lake, clear enough to see the pretty green moss that settled on the rocks. They were a sight to behold!
They stroke up a little eccentric conversation… the man had a minor freak out over Blue’s choice of fashion, but he supposed to couldn’t blame the man. He sure didn’t look like he was up-to-date in the world of today! After he calmed down a little, they finally introduced each other.
Peter.
That was his name. Blue liked the name; it suited him very well! But what Blue liked most was that thick Scottish accent of his. Blue didn’t think he’d find a Scot in America! Secretly, he thought the man was rather sexy. Sure, he didn’t know much about him, but that didn’t keep him form being interested! The only drawback to the man was that he did smell strongly for alcohol… Blue didn’t really want to have to deal with a raging alcoholic, but he seemed to act pretty sober, even if he did smell like a drunk!
Blue shook his head to clear his mind. What if he didn’t even feel the same? What if he had a lover already…
Blue’s mother had been constantly pressuring Blue to find a suitable person to marry already; he had just turned 22! He didn’t need to get married so quickly! Plus, he wanted to marry for love; not just because it was ‘his duty’! Blue sighed and decided it was time to take a shower. Maybe he could find a valid argument to use the next time his mother started that conversation up again. Then again, if he did that, there would be risk of being denied a daily batch of scones… Blue wasn’t sure if he could handle that.

After another horrid day at school, Peter decided to go to the park again today. Maybe, if he was lucky, he’d meet up with Blue again. Their conversation had been cut short the previous night, but hopefully that’d be different this time around. He walked down the curvy, concrete paved path down to the large fountain that rested in the center of the park. This was where they had met last time.
Around the fountain there were benches that circled around it, allowing people to gave at the fountain in different perspectives. Or to give people a seat and not worry about bumping into strangers. Between each bench rested large rounded pots that consisted of various flowers that were just beginning to bloom. This time of year was pretty romantic; the flowers started blooming, the air was fresh, and, apparently, love was in the air.
Peter walked up to the bench he rested in the previous day, only to see that a couple decided to sit there instead, having what Peter could only describe as ‘mouth sex’. They were both men about the same age, as far as Peter could tell, and they couldn’t be any more different from each other.
The taller one, who Peter presumed was the ‘topper’, was rather fit with a fitting tan. His hair was blond with slightly blue highlights and spiked a little; kind of in the ‘rocker’ look, as Peter would consider it to be. He had on a black undershirt with a short sleeved over jacket that had chains, buckles, studs, everything ‘hip’ in the punk fashion. His pants were skinnies with studs in random patterns, some being covered by his knee-high boots that also had buckles all up the length of the boot. Next to the bench sat a bag and a guitar case; it was quite evident that he was in a band.
The ‘bottom’ of the couple looked much more studious; to Peter, he was a typical bookworm. He still had his on his school uniform: a white long sleeved button up shirt, a black tie, black pants, black shoes, black socks. He had deep copper hair that was also kinda messy, mostly due to the make out session between him and the rocker guy. He had black framed glasses that kinda hid his eyes from Peter, so he couldn’t tell what color they were. However, he could tell that his ‘topper’ was definitely trying to get some in the park.
“D-Dev…” Peter heard the smaller one moan. He was answered with another duel of tongues. Peter decided to sit down at the next bench ahead to wait for his source of admiration. Still, he could hear some conversation between the other two.
“So, are you ready for tonight~?” the topper asked.
The smaller nodded slightly, “Yeah… when will you be done?”
“Well, the concert’s supposed to end at about 9!”
“And you’ll be backstage right after, right?”
“You bet I will~ will you be waiting for me~?”
“Don’t I always...~?” At that, they started going at it again.
“Ah, young love…” Peter sighed to himself. ‘Too bad all the love I got when I was young was usually alcohol induced and completely forceful.
“HEY!” Peter heard a familiar voice call. He turned around to see none other than Blue, the one he’d been waiting for. He smiled and scooted over on the bench to allow Blue some room, “I was worried that you wouldn’t be here today…” he said with a small blush.
“Well… I kinda wanted to see you again… and I hoped that you would come back…” Peter said, trying to hold back a blush.
Blue failed to hold one back; a faint one creeping across his cheeks, “W-well.. To be honest… I was hoping too…!”
Peter smiled, “I’m glad…”
Blue noted that Peter still smelled like alcohol… how can be so well behaved while drunk? “Um… can I ask you a question…”
“Yeah, sure go ahead!”
“Um… why do you always smell like alcohol…”
“.. Well.. That’s an easy one… I never stop drinking…”
“… So… you’re drunk right now…?”
“I haven’t been sober in years… … it’s kinda sad to think that, but… it’s true… … call me whatever you’d like… worthless… shameful… trash…”
“… could you tell me a little more..? … I think I’ve seen you in some bar windows, now that I think about it… the gay bar, down the street from the mall?”
“… I”m a frequent drinker there… that’s where I when I want to get drunk… .. And laid, too…”
“Oh… so… you have one-night stands with a lot of people then?”
“… well… the truth hurts…” Peter started, “Yes… I do…”
“… I’m sorry for making our visit turn sour…”
“No, no… it’s ok… I’m glad you brought it up… it saves me the guilt of having to tell you later… now you know… … keep going…” Peter ushered.
“… Well… … have you ever had an actual relationship?”
Peter rested his head in his hands and started shaking. Blue could hear his faint sobbing; he didn’t mean to make him cry!
“I-I’m sorry…! I should just go…”
“No..! Please… … I’m fine… … I did once; it made me like this…”
Blue’s eyes widened, “What…?”
“… That can be another story for another day… I drink to forget a lot of things, Blue…”
“… I can see that…”
“… Before you leave forever…” Peter started, “I just… want to tell you something…” He took a deep breath, “I may have fucked a lot of men, trust me, I have, but… if someone gave me a chance… I’d be the most loyal mate they’d ever known… I’m not a cheater; I’m just distressed…”
Blue blushed a little and wiped away Peter’s tears, “I know… I can’t really relate, but I understand what you’re saying…”
Peter blushed slightly and looked deeply into Blue’s contact-colored eyes, but he could tell that the boy meant well. Still, he hung his head and cried once more. Blue bit his lip a little and stood up. Peter, fearing that he would leave, looked up and attempted to follow him, but something pinned his legs to the bench.
Blue was straddling his legs. In a park bench.
Blue’s face was bright red, and he was having a little trouble balancing before he let his hands rest on Peter’s shoulders for support. Peter let his hands rest at Blue’s sides to help keep steady and looked up at him. His blush would no longer stay hidden.
Blue giggled a little, “You’re blushing, you know…”
“Me? You’re red as a tomato…”
A giggle and a smile was Blue’s only response to the statement, “So… what does this mean, you Scottish bloke?”
Peter chuckled, “Well gee, I don’t know... What do you think?”
“Well, do you want to go out on a date sometime or what?”
“Of course I do..” Peter smiled, as far as he could tell, there was nothing that could ruin his happiness.
That is, until he got a call from Richard later that night.

“I TOLD you that your mission was to bring Sheltie back!” Richard snarled through the phone. Did he know how to have a polite phone conversation with someone?
“Well, maybe I don’t want to be a dick to my friends!”
“Psh, it’s never bothered you before, why would it now!?”
“Oh go fuck your maid already!”
“Hey! You leave how I fuck out of your business! I don’t ask about all the men you’ve fucked! What is it, one new guy every night!?”
“Don’t you dare bring that up! I’m going to change!”
“Yeah, you think a little Brit can change 16 years? And who knows how many years before that!?” he could feel a smirk creep across Richard’s lips, “How could you let one little thing change your entire life, hmm~?”
Peter’s eyes widened and his mouth curled into a threatening scowl“… You leave him out of this…”
“Why!? You don’t know where he is! You don’t even know if he’s alive!”
“I SAID SHUT UP RICHARD!” If Richard were in the same room as Peter, he would pummel Richard into the dust he deserves to be.
Peter heard a snicker from the other end, “Or what~” Richard said evilly.
“I’LL CUT OFF YOUR DICK AND CHOKE YOU WITH IT!”  “Ooo, brutal! No wonder why the court wouldn’t let you-”
“I’m coming over. NOW. DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU!!”
“NO NO NO, I was just joking..!” Richard said nervously, coughing a little to regain his composure. “Look, I’m not just letting you leave the clan just like that!”
“… What do I have to do…”
“We’re going to force you to come back, and you will stay with us. Good luck getting a mission where you actually get to go back into the human world.”
Peter’s eyes widened. He couldn’t let that happen; he just got together with Blue! He promised him… he promised him he’d be loyal. He couldn’t let that go to waste.
“No.” Peter said lowly.
“No?”
“NO! I’M BREAKING MY TIES WITH YOUR JERK-ASS SELF!”
Peter could see Richard’s blank, shocked face, “Break ties? What? How?”
“I’m going to give you a deal… I founded that castle with Jekel and Yuki… I gave you soldiers for years. If you make me go back, I can easily turn all of them against you, and tear apart that pretty little castle of your brick by measly brick. However, if you leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone. I’m sure you don’t want my drunk ass back anyway, right?”
He could hear Richard growling at the other end of the line, “Fine. But if you cross me, I’ll make sure that you pay.” Peter stayed silent until he heard a satisfying ‘click’ from the other line. Sighing, he hung the phone back up.
“How’d that bastard even get my number anyways…”
Peter trudged upstairs and into his room, remembering to set his alarm clock for school the next morning. Peter was so happy before that damned phone call. It wasn’t so much that Richard was trying to get him to go back, but it more that he didn’t want to disappoint yet another important person in his life. He’d already disappointed enough people, before and after his death so many years ago.
Not only that either though.
Richard had to mention one thing.
The ONE thing that still sent Peter on edge.
He talked about him. The one that Peter drank over; the one he did so many horrible things over. He warned Richard before not to talk about him, but apparently he doesn’t know how to keep his damned mouth shut.
Peter groaned and threw an empty beer can at the wall, twitching at the slightly satisfying ‘ting’ the can made against the wall. He imagined that it was Richard’s tiny brain he smacked against the wall.
One less thing to worry about.
Sighing, he pulled out his phone and called his new interest; Blue.
“Hello?” he heard from the other end of the call.
“Hey Blue, it’s Peter; you gave me your number but I never got a chance to give you mine!” Peter said with a blush. How did he forget that? ‘Maybe I stared at his body a little too much…’ he thought.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t ask! Well I guess I have your number now!” he giggled a little, “So, what’s up?”
“Not much, I just kinda wanted to talk… I was getting kinda bored…”
“I see… you don’t really sound too happy right now…”
“Yeah, I got a disturbing call from a dumbass…”
“Not one of the whores, is it?” Blue chuckled a little.
“No, trust me! I’m not stupid enough to give them my number!” Peter chuckled a little. “Someone just brought up things a few minutes ago that made me mad, but I’m fine now!”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Peter’s eyes widened a little. Did he want to tell him so soon? Nah, he’d wait it out a little bit… “Um… I’ll tell you some other time…”
“Oh… ok… Well, at least you have me to make you smile, right?” Blue giggled a little over the phone.  “Ha, yeah…”
“Blue! You have a meeting tomorrow that is of top urgency! I can’t have you falling asleep while-” Peter heard a female voice nag.
Blue sighed, “I know, Mother! I’ll go to bed in a second…” he groaned slightly, “I’m sorry… I have to go…”
“Meeting tomorrow?”
“Yeah… well, I’m glad you called me! I’ll see you later!”
“Mhm, have fun tomorrow!” Peter smiled a little, “Bye Blue…”
“Bye!”
Peter flipped his phone shut and laid back on his bed.
“Yeah…” he sighed, “At least you can make me smile…”

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When Blue finally got back home, he was greeted with a lecture from his overly protective mother. He sighed and let her blow up at him; it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to already.
“I told you to be home by six o’clock, Blue! What time is it!?”
“It’s 8:30, mother…”
“YES. 8:30! WHAT IF YOU HAD BEEN ATTACKED!? I DON’T KNOW HOW I’D LIVE WITH MYSELF! You know you’re the last-”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m the last male, the last person who can extend the family…”
“Then why do you disobey your mother’s orders!? I swear, some days I think we need to go back to-”
“Mother…” Blue whined, “I don’t want to go back! I like it here in America! I’m not stupid, I can take care of myself…”
“Then why were you late???”
“I met someone, ok…”
“HOW DO YOU KNOW IT WASN’T A SERIAL KILLER!?”
“Mother, I scared him more than he scared me… besides, he seems too… well, he doesn’t understand what’s hip! I don’t know how he could kill someone…”
“… Just be careful… I kept your dinner in the oven to keep it warm…”
“Ok, Thanks mother…” Blue walked to the kitchen to retrieve his food from the oven. Mother was right, he did have to be more careful. But he just felt so free in America! There weren’t as many books, his grandmother wasn’t pressuring him into things constantly, and he was treated ‘easily’ here like he was back at home in England. He was treated normally.
He sat down in the dining room, lost in his own recollection of events that had happened that day. He went to the mall and did some massive shopping; he had to look good, after all! While his home pages were taking his load of clothes back home, he had gotten his hair color touched up. His hair always took awhile; he always used the the best quality hair dye offered. He didn’t want his hair turning green after one week!
After his daily major spending shopping trip, he decided to walk around the town park for awhile. It was so beautiful; not quite as beautiful as some of the parks he’d walked through, but it was still beautiful. It was simply elegant! He did notice, however, that there was someone asleep at one of the park benches.
Curious, he walked over to see exactly who this person was. He seemed harmless! When he walked up to him, he didn’t stir at all; he didn’t even start waking up until Blue started calling his name and shaking him out of his slumber!
But once he did wake up, Blue was greeted with the most beautiful pair of eyes he’d ever seen… They were a beautiful blue-green color; it reminded Blue of a clear lake, clear enough to see the pretty green moss that settled on the rocks. They were a sight to behold!
They stroke up a little eccentric conversation… the man had a minor freak out over Blue’s choice of fashion, but he supposed to couldn’t blame the man. He sure didn’t look like he was up-to-date in the world of today! After he calmed down a little, they finally introduced each other.
Peter.
That was his name. Blue liked the name; it suited him very well! But what Blue liked most was that thick Scottish accent of his. Blue didn’t think he’d find a Scot in America! Secretly, he thought the man was rather sexy. Sure, he didn’t know much about him, but that didn’t keep him form being interested! The only drawback to the man was that he did smell strongly for alcohol… Blue didn’t really want to have to deal with a raging alcoholic, but he seemed to act pretty sober, even if he did smell like a drunk!
Blue shook his head to clear his mind. What if he didn’t even feel the same? What if he had a lover already…
Blue’s mother had been constantly pressuring Blue to find a suitable person to marry already; he had just turned 22! He didn’t need to get married so quickly! Plus, he wanted to marry for love; not just because it was ‘his duty’! Blue sighed and decided it was time to take a shower. Maybe he could find a valid argument to use the next time his mother started that conversation up again. Then again, if he did that, there would be risk of being denied a daily batch of scones… Blue wasn’t sure if he could handle that.

After another horrid day at school, Peter decided to go to the park again today. Maybe, if he was lucky, he’d meet up with Blue again. Their conversation had been cut short the previous night, but hopefully that’d be different this time around. He walked down the curvy, concrete paved path down to the large fountain that rested in the center of the park. This was where they had met last time.
Around the fountain there were benches that circled around it, allowing people to gave at the fountain in different perspectives. Or to give people a seat and not worry about bumping into strangers. Between each bench rested large rounded pots that consisted of various flowers that were just beginning to bloom. This time of year was pretty romantic; the flowers started blooming, the air was fresh, and, apparently, love was in the air.
Peter walked up to the bench he rested in the previous day, only to see that a couple decided to sit there instead, having what Peter could only describe as ‘mouth sex’. They were both men about the same age, as far as Peter could tell, and they couldn’t be any more different from each other.
The taller one, who Peter presumed was the ‘topper’, was rather fit with a fitting tan. His hair was blond with slightly blue highlights and spiked a little; kind of in the ‘rocker’ look, as Peter would consider it to be. He had on a black undershirt with a short sleeved over jacket that had chains, buckles, studs, everything ‘hip’ in the punk fashion. His pants were skinnies with studs in random patterns, some being covered by his knee-high boots that also had buckles all up the length of the boot. Next to the bench sat a bag and a guitar case; it was quite evident that he was in a band.
The ‘bottom’ of the couple looked much more studious; to Peter, he was a typical bookworm. He still had his on his school uniform: a white long sleeved button up shirt, a black tie, black pants, black shoes, black socks. He had deep copper hair that was also kinda messy, mostly due to the make out session between him and the rocker guy. He had black framed glasses that kinda hid his eyes from Peter, so he couldn’t tell what color they were. However, he could tell that his ‘topper’ was definitely trying to get some in the park.
“D-Dev…” Peter heard the smaller one moan. He was answered with another duel of tongues. Peter decided to sit down at the next bench ahead to wait for his source of admiration. Still, he could hear some conversation between the other two.
“So, are you ready for tonight~?” the topper asked.
The smaller nodded slightly, “Yeah… when will you be done?”
“Well, the concert’s supposed to end at about 9!”
“And you’ll be backstage right after, right?”
“You bet I will~ will you be waiting for me~?”
“Don’t I always...~?” At that, they started going at it again.
“Ah, young love…” Peter sighed to himself. ‘Too bad all the love I got when I was young was usually alcohol induced and completely forceful.
“HEY!” Peter heard a familiar voice call. He turned around to see none other than Blue, the one he’d been waiting for. He smiled and scooted over on the bench to allow Blue some room, “I was worried that you wouldn’t be here today…” he said with a small blush.
“Well… I kinda wanted to see you again… and I hoped that you would come back…” Peter said, trying to hold back a blush.
Blue failed to hold one back; a faint one creeping across his cheeks, “W-well.. To be honest… I was hoping too…!”
Peter smiled, “I’m glad…”
Blue noted that Peter still smelled like alcohol… how can be so well behaved while drunk? “Um… can I ask you a question…”
“Yeah, sure go ahead!”
“Um… why do you always smell like alcohol…”
“.. Well.. That’s an easy one… I never stop drinking…”
“… So… you’re drunk right now…?”
“I haven’t been sober in years… … it’s kinda sad to think that, but… it’s true… … call me whatever you’d like… worthless… shameful… trash…”
“… could you tell me a little more..? … I think I’ve seen you in some bar windows, now that I think about it… the gay bar, down the street from the mall?”
“… I”m a frequent drinker there… that’s where I when I want to get drunk… .. And laid, too…”
“Oh… so… you have one-night stands with a lot of people then?”
“… well… the truth hurts…” Peter started, “Yes… I do…”
“… I’m sorry for making our visit turn sour…”
“No, no… it’s ok… I’m glad you brought it up… it saves me the guilt of having to tell you later… now you know… … keep going…” Peter ushered.
“… Well… … have you ever had an actual relationship?”
Peter rested his head in his hands and started shaking. Blue could hear his faint sobbing; he didn’t mean to make him cry!
“I-I’m sorry…! I should just go…”
“No..! Please… … I’m fine… … I did once; it made me like this…”
Blue’s eyes widened, “What…?”
“… That can be another story for another day… I drink to forget a lot of things, Blue…”
“… I can see that…”
“… Before you leave forever…” Peter started, “I just… want to tell you something…” He took a deep breath, “I may have fucked a lot of men, trust me, I have, but… if someone gave me a chance… I’d be the most loyal mate they’d ever known… I’m not a cheater; I’m just distressed…”
Blue blushed a little and wiped away Peter’s tears, “I know… I can’t really relate, but I understand what you’re saying…”
Peter blushed slightly and looked deeply into Blue’s contact-colored eyes, but he could tell that the boy meant well. Still, he hung his head and cried once more. Blue bit his lip a little and stood up. Peter, fearing that he would leave, looked up and attempted to follow him, but something pinned his legs to the bench.
Blue was straddling his legs. In a park bench.
Blue’s face was bright red, and he was having a little trouble balancing before he let his hands rest on Peter’s shoulders for support. Peter let his hands rest at Blue’s sides to help keep steady and looked up at him. His blush would no longer stay hidden.
Blue giggled a little, “You’re blushing, you know…”
“Me? You’re red as a tomato…”
A giggle and a smile was Blue’s only response to the statement, “So… what does this mean, you Scottish bloke?”
Peter chuckled, “Well gee, I don’t know... What do you think?”
“Well, do you want to go out on a date sometime or what?”
“Of course I do..” Peter smiled, as far as he could tell, there was nothing that could ruin his happiness.
That is, until he got a call from Richard later that night.

“I TOLD you that your mission was to bring Sheltie back!” Richard snarled through the phone. Did he know how to have a polite phone conversation with someone?
“Well, maybe I don’t want to be a dick to my friends!”
“Psh, it’s never bothered you before, why would it now!?”
“Oh go fuck your maid already!”
“Hey! You leave how I fuck out of your business! I don’t ask about all the men you’ve fucked! What is it, one new guy every night!?”
“Don’t you dare bring that up! I’m going to change!”
“Yeah, you think a little Brit can change 16 years? And who knows how many years before that!?” he could feel a smirk creep across Richard’s lips, “How could you let one little thing change your entire life, hmm~?”
Peter’s eyes widened and his mouth curled into a threatening scowl“… You leave him out of this…”
“Why!? You don’t know where he is! You don’t even know if he’s alive!”
“I SAID SHUT UP RICHARD!” If Richard were in the same room as Peter, he would pummel Richard into the dust he deserves to be.
Peter heard a snicker from the other end, “Or what~” Richard said evilly.
“I’LL CUT OFF YOUR DICK AND CHOKE YOU WITH IT!”  “Ooo, brutal! No wonder why the court wouldn’t let you-”
“I’m coming over. NOW. DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU!!”
“NO NO NO, I was just joking..!” Richard said nervously, coughing a little to regain his composure. “Look, I’m not just letting you leave the clan just like that!”
“… What do I have to do…”
“We’re going to force you to come back, and you will stay with us. Good luck getting a mission where you actually get to go back into the human world.”
Peter’s eyes widened. He couldn’t let that happen; he just got together with Blue! He promised him… he promised him he’d be loyal. He couldn’t let that go to waste.
“No.” Peter said lowly.
“No?”
“NO! I’M BREAKING MY TIES WITH YOUR JERK-ASS SELF!”
Peter could see Richard’s blank, shocked face, “Break ties? What? How?”
“I’m going to give you a deal… I founded that castle with Jekel and Yuki… I gave you soldiers for years. If you make me go back, I can easily turn all of them against you, and tear apart that pretty little castle of your brick by measly brick. However, if you leave me alone, I’ll leave you alone. I’m sure you don’t want my drunk ass back anyway, right?”
He could hear Richard growling at the other end of the line, “Fine. But if you cross me, I’ll make sure that you pay.” Peter stayed silent until he heard a satisfying ‘click’ from the other line. Sighing, he hung the phone back up.
“How’d that bastard even get my number anyways…”
Peter trudged upstairs and into his room, remembering to set his alarm clock for school the next morning. Peter was so happy before that damned phone call. It wasn’t so much that Richard was trying to get him to go back, but it more that he didn’t want to disappoint yet another important person in his life. He’d already disappointed enough people, before and after his death so many years ago.
Not only that either though.
Richard had to mention one thing.
The ONE thing that still sent Peter on edge.
He talked about him. The one that Peter drank over; the one he did so many horrible things over. He warned Richard before not to talk about him, but apparently he doesn’t know how to keep his damned mouth shut.
Peter groaned and threw an empty beer can at the wall, twitching at the slightly satisfying ‘ting’ the can made against the wall. He imagined that it was Richard’s tiny brain he smacked against the wall.
One less thing to worry about.
Sighing, he pulled out his phone and called his new interest; Blue.
“Hello?” he heard from the other end of the call.
“Hey Blue, it’s Peter; you gave me your number but I never got a chance to give you mine!” Peter said with a blush. How did he forget that? ‘Maybe I stared at his body a little too much…’ he thought.
“Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t ask! Well I guess I have your number now!” he giggled a little, “So, what’s up?”
“Not much, I just kinda wanted to talk… I was getting kinda bored…”
“I see… you don’t really sound too happy right now…”
“Yeah, I got a disturbing call from a dumbass…”
“Not one of the whores, is it?” Blue chuckled a little.
“No, trust me! I’m not stupid enough to give them my number!” Peter chuckled a little. “Someone just brought up things a few minutes ago that made me mad, but I’m fine now!”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Peter’s eyes widened a little. Did he want to tell him so soon? Nah, he’d wait it out a little bit… “Um… I’ll tell you some other time…”
“Oh… ok… Well, at least you have me to make you smile, right?” Blue giggled a little over the phone.  “Ha, yeah…”
“Blue! You have a meeting tomorrow that is of top urgency! I can’t have you falling asleep while-” Peter heard a female voice nag.
Blue sighed, “I know, Mother! I’ll go to bed in a second…” he groaned slightly, “I’m sorry… I have to go…”
“Meeting tomorrow?”
“Yeah… well, I’m glad you called me! I’ll see you later!”
“Mhm, have fun tomorrow!” Peter smiled a little, “Bye Blue…”
“Bye!”
Peter flipped his phone shut and laid back on his bed.
“Yeah…” he sighed, “At least you can make me smile…”