RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I just stare dumbstruck at the door as I hear the two of them make there way down the hallway. I shake my head out of embarrassment before reaching at my bedside table for my phone.

I flick through the numbers until I can find someone that I can go and see, I need to tell someone about all this. I nod at every number, thinking who I could go and see, or at least get to climb through my window to talk to. And that's when I see the name.

Aaron Peterson.

He's so sweet, he won't laugh at me or spread anything around the school. I mean, I need to talk to a guy about this. All the girls will be likely to tell someone else, Chris would just laugh at me. And as I said before, I can't stand Brian's girlfriend.

I press the call button before bringing the phone to my ear.

"Hi Aaron, it's Court..."

"Oh yeah, that'll go down in the history books as the most mature conversation we've ever had with her." I say, smirking, "I think she got the idea though. Or at least I hope she did, I don't want to have to deal with a pregnant teenager."

I wrap my arm around Zacky's back, "Coz she won't be doing it just to steal you away from me."

I still can't believe the audacity of Mick, even though it was nearly 30 years ago. What can I say, I hold a grudge.

"Baby, are you still bitter about that?" I ask Matt as I place my hand on his chest.

"Oooooh, no," I say as I widen my eyes and realise I still had some oil on my fingers and that oil has being transferred onto Matt's white shirt.

"Erm," I take my hand away before backing away from Matt a little, "Erm, I kinda forgot I was covered in oil?" I offer.

"Matt. You know you love me, don't do what I think you are going to do. Spear me!" I say as I put my hands up and back away from Matt.

Ooooh, I am soooooo dead.

[[What nooooooow?]]

I yelp in shock as I realize I've got thick, gunky black oil all over my favourite shirt. The most expensive thing I own - and at $30 that's not really saying anything but STILL.

"Oh my GOD! Zacky, you are so dead!" I squeal, trying to wipe the oil off and just suceeding in smearing it down myself.

"Come here you little..."

[[Uhhhhhh. I dunno. We could switch away from the happy family? Have some Brian/Coby angst? I don't really think we've got any other pairings or characters in this future.]]

"AHHH!" I yell out as I run away from Matt and into the first open door I can see, which so happens to be Chris's room.

I shut the door behind me and resting myself against it so Matt can't get in to kill me. Chris looks up at me like I am going crazy, ready to get off the bed and help me fight off whatever behind the door.

"I got oil on your Dad's favourite shirt," I laugh a little as I keep my back against the door.

"Can I hide out here for a little while Buddy?"

[[I think that might be the plan. Just to fill up some time? Would you like to do the honours?]]

"That won't work forever!" I call throuigh the door, "I'll just get ketchup on your cars interior!"

Of course this is an idle threat and a pointless one as the interior is black and kinda wipe clean anyway. I'll find some way to get him back. I just haven't decided how yet.

I sit down by the door, "I can wait here all night."

[[Okies!]]

"So can I Matt, I have a TV, a laptop and food in here. I could life in here all WEEK!" I call back through the door before looking back at Chris.

He's got his arms folded and I know he is less than impressed at mine and Matt's maturity. But he has had to live with us for 15, nearly 16 years, he should be used to this idiocy by now.

I whisper to him, "Sorry about this Buddy. I'll give you ten dollars if you let me stay in here with you?"

I would normally give 20 dollars to Courtney, but only because she's as devious as I was and would bargain to get the best money before caring about her parents. Chris is a simple boy, bless him.

ACROSS TOWN

I tap my beermat on the bar, trying desperately to ignore the drone in my ear. Drunken old guys are such a pain in the ass. This guy next to me has been whining on for about an hour about how he has a swollen prostate, how even whores won't sleep with him anymore and how he's having great trouble even getting it up anymore.

This is the last time I ever come to a bar alone in the afternoon. In future, I will sit at home and obediently nod and smile when my girlfriend's parents start dropping hints about our - obviously nonexistent - future together. Kids, marriage, all sorts.

"Not even porn does it anymore." The old man says, waving his glass of scotch around, "Two chicks all over each other and nothing! I bet you don't have that problem, boy."

I drop my head onto the bar in front of me, begging for someone to just shoot me already.

I walk through my front door, throwing my keys down onto the table and walking through the hallway to the kitchen, smiling at the idea of seeing my gorgeous boyfriend Allan again. I have being missing him all day, just thinking about last night over and over again as I sat at my desk all day with nothing else to do.

"Allan sweetie, I'm home," I say as I push open the kitchen door, hearing the sounds of movement tells me he's in here.

I look around the door, smiling at him. But that smile soon falls from my lips as soon as I see the vision in front of me. My Allan, laying eagle spread on my kitchen table, getting fucked by some kid that's barely out of college!

"What the fuck is going on?!" I yell as I reach for my gun in my belt, but I think better of it.

The two sluts on the table stare at me in disbelief, like I'm not really there, just a ghost to them.

"Baby, Coby, I..."

"Don't even bother explaining it to me, you fucking slut. I can't believe you'd do this to me," I say through gritted teeth before shooting a death glare at the two of them and storming out of the room.

I can hear the sounds of Allan yelling at me to get back so he can explain to me, to beg me not to end it with him. Why didn't I listen to Zacky when he said this guy was just using me? God, how could I have being so fucking stupid?

"Don't get me started on my fucking wife..." He starts, obviously about to start on another long ramble. I can really do without this now.

I lift my head from the bar to order another drink from the barman, I don't think I can handle hearing about his 'fucking wife' without being well and truly fucked up.

"Whiskey please." I say, with a half smile.

I'm beginning to forget why I even came in here. Sure I wanted to get away from my girlfriend but then there's the fact this is a well known cop bar and there's a certain cop I'm always happy to see. Even more so recently. It's strange how things work out. You finally keep a monogamous relationship with a woman and you realize you're still completely in love with your ex, the man you pushed away at 16. Of course it's not likely to work out anytime soon, I've admitted my feelings to myself but everyone else is pretty much oblivious. I intend to keep it that way, at least until I know I have a chance.

"She used to love me coming over her tits!"

I rub at my forehead, "Better make that a double."

I've ended up driving around for a good half an hour now, just going around the blocks, trying to get the images of Allan, that fucking slut, with that other slut fucking on my fucking kitchen table!

I groan before looking around for a bar or a club to go to, just so I can get well and truly fucked. Because it's not like anyone is going to care now.

I turn the car sharply as soon as I see the local bar, the lights for "The Purple Saloon" flashing out of time, just showing how old this place actually is.

I put my car into park before sighing and looking around the car park, for no reason other than it's a force of habit when you are a cop. I look around the cars when I notice a black BMW, with a license plate that I always remember off by heart.

Brian.

Even though I haven't seen him in nearly six months now, since that time we ran into each other at the supermarket, I still smile whenever I think about him. Which seems to be all the time at the moment, which was something I was starting to feel bad about when I wanted to call Brian's name while I was with Allan. Now I don't feel bad about it at all. Obviously.

I smile a little before pulling open my door and stepping out of the car. Maybe I can get my stress out on someone that isn't some poor barmaid trying to actually pick me up.

I'm about ready to give up here. I've seen hundreds of cops walk in... well, four but I've had so much to drink already it looked like a couple of hundred. None of them are the one I'm sort of hoping to see. I'm currently stabbing the bar with a small plastic sword I found in someones discarded olive. I'm so bored.

I turn round to stare out the doorway again, hoping something interesting will happen. It doesn't even have to be Coby right now, it could just be fuckin' Mr. T. Anyone who'll relieve this crazy boredom.

I can't really trust my eyes when I see the painfully familiar silhouette appearing in the doorway. The hair - still crazy even now, the lean but slightly cuddly body, that angry walk.

"Jacoby?" I say, a little louder than I'd originally planned to.

I whip my head around to the bar and see Brian sitting on one of the stools, looking a little worse for wear if you ask me. Well, he looks how I feel so I guess I can't really judge.

"Brian?" I say as I walk closer to him to notice that he's swaying.

I frown a little when I see that he is actually pretty out of it. I was hoping to see that happy smile to make me feel a little better about this. To get some advice and maybe just get completely smashed with him. But he's actually beat me to it.

"Man, you look wrecked," I say, masking my disappointment with a laugh as I take a seat next to him on another stool.

"Thanks man." I say, rolling my eyes, "You're never going to look your best when you're dealing with Whisky McGee."

I jerk a thumb behind me to the currently passed out drunken guy who was telling his delightful stories.

I really am more drunk than I realized. I'm pretty certain my subtle admiration is blatantly obvious right now. He looks amazing. Both of him. But there's something there, something a little melancholy.

"You okay?" I ask, as if these six months have never happened, "You look like someone's died."

I start laughing, before realizing that might be exactly the case, "Oh God, I'm sorry. I'm drunk. They haven't, have they?"

"Hmmm, no, they haven't. But I fucking wish they did," I say before sighing and calling the barman over.

I order the strongest thing that I can get down me before looking back at Brian.

"I just caught my boyfriend of five months, fucking someone else, on my kitchen table," I say bitterly before rubbing my hand over my face and resting my elbow on the top of the bar.

"So what about you? Why are you here putting yourself in a early grave by liver failure?"

"Your boyfriend cheated on you?" I ask, genuinely shocked.

I didn't realize he even had a boyfriend. Besides that how could anyone hurt someone like Coby? I mean, sure I'm biased because he's fucking Coby but the guy's a fucking saint. He won't so much as look at another guy when he's with you, he'll treat you like a king, he gives you his all, ~~he's got a very talented tongue~~. Sure he works a lot and he's kinda vacant sometimes but he's one of the best guys you could ever want to be with.

"Want me to whack him?" I offer, "I'm working on getting a free kill with my new promotion. I'll use it if you want. In fact, maybe you're the guy I should talk to about that."

I laugh weakly before taking another drink from my nearly empty glass, "I've just got the future in-laws over again. 'Oh Brian, when are you going to propose?', 'When can we expect grandchildren?'. I'm sick of hearing it, so I ran."

"Well to be fair to them, you have being dating Aimee for at least a year and a half now. I guess now it's time for you to take her off their hands?" I offer before shrugging and thanking the barman for my drink and taking a swig.

I have never liked that girl that Brian's with. But it's because I've got this stupid unrequited love for the man, but because she is genuinely a bitch. I mean, even Matt and Zacky hate her, and even their kids do! Well, Courtney does, Chris can't stop drooling over her. But hell, he's straight, he's allowed to.

"And for me, yeah, I've being seeing this guy for a little while. Met him in a club a few months back, we hit off and... well, now I just hope he's packing his stuff up because he has blown all his chances with me."

I look back at Brian, noticing his frown as well as the one I have on my lips. I can't help but laugh, "My God Brian. We are such old man."

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"Hey, there's still life in us yet. Johnny Depp, Antonio Banderas, Robert Downey Jr, all older than us. Well, older than me. But all still hot as hell. From a straight mans perspective of course." I say, with overly exagerrated shifty eyes over my glass and a cheeky smile, "I refuse to accept the fact I'm old yet."

I finish off the remainder of the whisky in my glass and slam it down on the bar. Luckily due to the amount of alcohol in my system it wasn't hard enough to smash it, "Another one, please barkeep."

I watch as the barman takes my glass away before turning back to Coby, "Can I tell you a secret, Coby? It's horrible and you'll probably hate me for it but fuck, I need to tell someone."

"Yeah sure of course man. If I take offence, I'll just put it down to the whiskey," I laugh as I lean a little closer to him, just so he doesn't end up falling off his stool and I can support him.

I take a sip from my alcohol myself as I wait for him to tell me his earth shattering secret.

Wait, did he say that Johnny Depp, Antonio Banderas and Robert Downey Jr were hot? What the hell?!

I take a deep breath, "Okay."

The barman hands me my drink just in time. I lift it to my lips, taking a long swig before getting this out in the open.

"I don't want to marry her. I don't want kids with her. I don't particularly want her around at all." I say, "I know I should and I know I should love her and care about her but there's nothing there. I mean, yeah I care about her but not in that all consuming way I'm supposed to. But I can't tell her because she'd probably literally kill me. And if she didn't her dad would, fuckin' retired Army or something."

I shrug, "I'm a terrible person."

"Why have you stayed with her for so long though?" I ask him with a furrowed brow, "surely she can see you don't love her."

Unless she doesn't want to see it, unless she wants to just keep thinking that Brian does love her even though she knows he doesn't. But why would she want to do that? I mean, she's only twenty-two, surely she can have someone else... unless... Zacky was fucking right! She's a gold digger. Ooooh man, I am going to kill her now.

"Brian, you're not a terrible person," I say to him as I look at him square in the face, "you just don't want to hurt her. You're the good guy here."

I have nearly forgotten all my anger towards my tart of a boyfriend, now it's directed at that slut that is sucking my Brian dry of his money. ~~And stealing him from me.~~

"Oh no, that's where I'm the terrible person. It's me I'm scared of hurting." I say, with a half laugh, "I mean, I leave her, what's to stop me from slipping back into my old ways again? Despite everything, she did keep me faithful."

I push my drink aside. That's what lead me to that kind of thing in the first place.

"Y'know apart from you, she's the only person I've remained faithful to. There's got to have been something there, right?" I say.

I feel like a coward, it's like I'm weaseling out of weaseling out of the relationship. I don't want to be with her, I shouldn't be with her. Suddenly I want my drink back again.

"Yeah, I guess..." I say, not really sure myself.

Is he saying that I remind him of her? Or that me and her are the same? I am actually just confused to why he is still with her if he doesn't love her. I just couldn't do that to someone.

"Well, maybe you're cured and you don't know it yet?" I offer as I take a sip of my own drink myself.

"I mean, if you were faithful to me and you didn't have a problem then, maybe you needed someone just to break the cycle of your endless fucks..."

OK, now the drink has gotten to me, that is not good.

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"Yeah, maybe." I say, drinking again, trying not to come out with something wildly inappropriate.

"Y'know, you were the only person I never thought about cheating on."

Like that. We shouldn't have skipped the small talk. After six months and one drink - with him at least - I'm already saying things I should keep locked away in my head.

"I mean, Aimee, she's cute and she's sweet and all but I've always looked around and seen someone who's hotter. But I've forced myself to stay faithful because it's part of my road to recovery and... shit. Am I making nay kind of sense here?"

"Yeah, yeah you are..."

No matter how much he tells me about this relationship he's got with this girl, why does it all seem to come back to me and him and the time we shared together?

"Maybe you're just... waiting for someone else?" I offer him.

I know I am completely taking advantage of his vulnerable state of drunkenness and it goes against evverything that I believe in and have worked so hard for as a police officer. But I need to know this. Is he feeling what I am feeling have being feeling these past twenty-five years.

"Someone that... you actually do love?"

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