•It All Started With A Phone Call•

THRĖĖ

KÅY

Seeing Rory after everything had been shocking to say the least.

Here was this beautiful face that I've seen every day at school completely warped into something tragic. Just thinking I could have prevented it if I had stayed in that locker room, if I asked him to come home with me. If I just didn't leave him there alone, If I didn't call him, than he would be the same.

However, what made me mad was that even with his scars and burns and bandages, I still felt my pulse quicken at the sight of him. Even with his once rosy, plump cheeks distorted and twisted I still felt breathless at his voice.

I had thought it was just his looks, that the innocent face of his was the reason I felt all these things, but now, when he didn't look the same? I wanted him even more. I wanted to protect him and hold him.

I was pulled from my thoughts as some idiot pulled out in front of me on the highway. I drove up beside him, meeting his sneer with the middle finger before driving faster between the two lanes of cars.

I received a few honks but they were ignored. It busy getting into the the city most of the time and that is usually why I stayed out of it, but today Ethan wanted to meet at The Beat which was a gay bar a few streets down from China town.

Ethan wasn't gay, was more homophobic than a supporter, but The Beat had some of the best drinks in Brisbane City.

I parked a few streets away from the club and pocketed my keys. I skipped over the parking ticket Machine, I could easily afford the fine.

I opened the doors and was immediately hit with the smell of sweat and alcohol, Strobe lights and glitter. Luckily it wasn't a Thursday, drag queens fighting in jelly would be a bit too much right now.

I easily spot my brother, because it was like spotting yourself. He sat at the bar, dark red hair, pale skin, expensive black clothes, pissed off expression.

The pissed off expression was due to the boy draping himself over Ethan's shoulders wearing next to nothing. I almost chuckle to myself when the boy swings himself onto my brothers lap, wrapping his arms around Ethan's neck.

My brother said something but it was lost to the thump of the music. However, as I grew closer, I heard the boy respond 'so is spaghetti until you get it wet."

"That's enough." I announce my presence and the boy's eyes shifted over to me, a giant grin spreading over his face.

"Twins." He simply said with a flirtatious tone. Ethan gaged at the implication the boy made and pushed him off, just light enough so he wouldn't break a bone when he hit the floor.

"For the last time," Ethan growled, "I am straight."

"But he's not." The boy looked up at me through thick brown eyelashes, a teasingly innocent smile on his face. I don't reply, simply glare down at the boy using my leg as a ladder. "Please, no straight man wears tinted lip balm."

I used cherry lip balm and I always had it on because I liked cherries. It just so happened to have a red tint to it.

He finally left, not without telling us that he will be up on the second floor.