Part One;

You Again

Andras sat quietly on Teddy’s couch, watching the telly. The memory of the morning is still fresh in his mind.

“Damned Teddy” he said to himself,

“Damn you and your cute smile, and your hot accent” he hid his face in his palms, the crimson tinged his cheeks once more. Teddy had let him stay through the day to recover.

“Ey, you in?” Teddy’s voice rang through the apartment, causing Andras to jump.

“Fuck… yeah i’m in here” he said shaken.

“Did I scare ya mate?” He laughed gently, sitting near him on the old leather couch. He patted him on the back, then they sat again… in silence.

(Authors note: SEXUAL TENSION)

Part Two;

Beneath the Blue

Teddy had moved out to the small balcony, flipping through pages in a file folder. Andras was still present, sitting awkwardly on a floor mat across from him.

“Whatcha lookin at?” Andras asked, tilting his head.

“Work files, there's a murderer about London” the answer seemed to shock him, his bangs straggling near his eyes. He then pulled it into a small bun. Teddy set the file down, staring.

“What are you lookin at now?” Andras said sarcastically.

“You” he said blatantly.

“Me”

“Yep, yer hair looks nice” he commented.

“Th-thanks” he looked down, trying to once again hide the pink tinge to his face.

The sky was unusually blue that night… it resembles Andras’s eyes almost.

“Want eggs?” he asked.

“Uh, sure?” he replied, still frazzled.

Teddy then entered the kitchen, determined. The sound of cracking eggs was apparent, then about ten minutes later…

“What's that smell?” Andras said aloud to Teddy, who had returned to his spot on the balcony. Teddy looked up, confused, then realization slipped over his face.

“Shit” he said, rushing into the kitchen.

Part Three;

Red Stains

“Why don’t you see me, idiot?” The man turned away and sat in a cushy red chair, sipping a glass of wine. His shirt was blotched with red splatters and his fingers were stained.

“I’m really insulted,” he said to himself.

“I’ve been around for a while”

The man swiped his hair back into a bun.

The wine sat on his lips, coating his smile with a maroon tinge.

His brown eyes shimmered in the light, contacts are what he used… to frame the bastard.

“One day, you’ll wake up to me… a knife plunged in your gut my dear” he smiled slyly, taking a long drag of the wine.

Part Four;

There he was again

The flat was quiet again, Andras hated silence. It made him think; and thinking was bad. He thought about things the average person would consider odd, Andras found them more than just odd, but appalling. These things worried him, made him feel dangerous and ashamed.

“You okay?” Teddy had been standing there a few seconds, his hair damp from his shower. Why is he here? Standing so still, when the entire room seemed to tremble? Was he unaware of the terrors that clouded his mind, his own mind dumbfounded at its own clouds? Andras supposed so.

“Fine” He shuddered.

“Really, cuz yer crying” He said sitting beside him, warmth krept over his shoulders as Teddy patted his back lightly.

“Oh-Uh, sorry-I-I’m sorry… so sorry” He said under his breath, his voice wavered.

“Don’t apologize for crying,lad” he said softly. He rested an arm over his shoulders, holding him close. Andras sobbed helplessly, balling up in Teddy’s grasp. Trying to get a hold of himself would be a lost cause at this point. He would just go on, a blubbering mess. But… there he was again; caring?

“Are you gonna be okay?” Teddy commented, shifting to look at his face(which was red and scrunched).

“Y-yeah” he quivered, his trembling chest was caught in a fix… The sight of him, his soft brown eyes. Yes, he would be alright, in his arms.

“Why do you care?”

“Why not?”

“Because… you don’t have to”

“But I do”

Those words carved into him, his stone wall of a heart that was bound to crumble.