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Kylen finishes the song up and lays the guitar down.
"Not bad, we'll show the guys when they come over and we'll clean it up." Colten smiles
"Yeah, okay."
"...Hey man, is something up? You seem down a little."
"Nah, same old same old."
"Oh, as long as you're okay. So how's Mikee?"
"Uh, I guess okay."
"Haven't seen him in awhile"
"Yeah, he's been kinda busy."
"Ya gettin' your rent in okay?"
"Uh-huh."
"Hey, you know if you need anything you guys can come to me."
"Colten, you hardly have any money either."
"Yeah, but I still live with my parents, i don't need it as much as you guys."
"Ha, I think you need it more, you're twenty-one and you still live with your parents."
"Shut up."
"Hey, it's not my fault you're a big pussy and don't wanna be away from mama." Kylen jokes.
"At least my parents don't hate me."Colten gives Kylen a slight push.
"At least my parents know i'm a flamming homo." Colten wrestles around a little with Kylen to quiet him. "I like dick, I like it in the mouth and in the ass mama."
"Shut up, you're such a dick!"
"I've always wanted to suck my cousin Nicky's dick but I could just never tell you."
"Yeah," Colten says grabing Kylen's wrists "you're the one that wants to jack him off."
Kylen breaks Colten's grip and pushes him backwards, causing him to trip and land on the old beaten-up couch. Kylen falls down with him but it's no accident. He applies a deep kiss on Colten's warm lips, shocking and exciting the boy on bottom at the same time. What starts out as a few kisses turns into Kylen reaching for Colten's zipper. Colten's pants are almost fully unzipped when he hears someone at the top of the stairs.
"Shit! Get off!" Colten pushes Kylen's arroused body off of him just in time for Kaya and Bryan to come down the steps with a microphone and an amp.

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CHAPTER: 2

Pain, Hate
What does it all mean?!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Everyone!
Nothing to live for, nothing to die for
(Chorus)
How do we know when to care enough to let go?
How do we know how to learn to not regret?
Forget what they tried to tell you, kid
Take advice from a pro, a pro of fucking up
When you don't know where to go from....
Here...
(Chorus)
Don't fall in love, don't pretend to forget
Smell the bullshit and wake up
Nothing's right, so don't brainwash yourself to think it is
'Cause it never will be, never could be
(Chorus)
Give up trying , now it's over
How can it be over whn it never started?!
Forget what their puney mind's forced you to understand!!
(Chorus)

"Damn! That shit's intense man. How the fucked ya get the inspiration for this?" Colten asks in a bit of a shock.
"Uh, ya know, it just kinda came." He shrugs the question off.
"This is better than most of the shit that I write."
"No it's not, it's just a little somthing that I wrote down on a piece of scrap paper."
"Well, hey, why don't you sing it for me?"
"Colten, you know I can't sing."
"Try it, please?"
Colten's one of those people that you just can't say no to. Maybe that's why Kylen's fucked him a good three or four times, one when he was sixteen in the back of his first car, ( an old chevelle) once when he was only fourteen in the basement of Colten's old house, (Colten took his virginity) and once when he was almost eighteen, or was it on his eighteenth birthday? Maybe that was his gift from Colten. Colten's got such a beautiful face and the hottest body you'll ever see. He has pale skin, a weak frame, an a pair of the brightest green eyes in the world. And how can you forget his beautiful dark brown hair that falls freely over the soft frame of his face.
"Okay." Kylen slowly sighs out. "I haven't worked out all the kinks yet so bare with me."
"Oh, don't worry about it."
"... twang, twang, twang, Pain!! twang, twang, twang, Hate!! twang What does it all mean!!??" Kylen starts the song out in not the greatest choice of chords.
"Fuck, I'm sorry!"
"No, don't worry about it, keep going."
Twang, twang, thwang, Nothing to live for, nothing to diie for, how doo we know when to let gooo? Twang, wang, tang!!"

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CHAPTER: 1: LOVE WILL TEAR YOU APART

"Hunny, it's gonna be alright. I swear it wil be. It won't always be like this, i promise things will get better. The band will take off and we won't have to worry day after day about wheather or not we're gonna have enough money for food and the rent." Kylen puts his hand on the back of his lovers chair and attempts to settle his pissed off attitude.
"Yeah, but what if it doesn't? Then what do we do?" Mikee turns in his chair and faces Kylen.
"We just have to beleve that it will. We need to stick together and get through this." Kylen squeezes Mikee's shoulder.
"Just how the fuck do you know?" He slaps Kylen's hand away in fury and gets to his feet. "Why do you always give me this shit about getting through and how your band's gonna make it?! It's been four fucking years and you guys haven't had anything good happen to that band!" Mikee's temper becomes more and more heated.
"Is this really what you're pissed off about? Or is it something completely unrelated to my fucking band?!" Kylen's sky blue eyes fade into smoke grey.
"All the bad shit that happens to us is usually because of that stupid fucking band!"
"Well that stupid fucking band's my life!"
"Oh is it? I thought i was your fuckin life now?" Mikee's face appears drained.
How could his band mean more to him then he does?
"Mike, you know what I meant."
"No, no i don't fuckin know what you mean."
"You know you mean a lot to me, you always have."
But the band's your life Kylen... that just isn't good enough for me anymore." Mikee retrives his wallet and smokes from off the table.
He opens up the old, beatin-up door of the second story apartment and leaves without taking a second look at his confused companion...

As Mikee walks down the wooden stairs he thinks over the argument. The argument that had been building up for almost three weeks. Mikee knows that Kylen was right about the whole thing not being about the band. Although, it is somewhat true, Mikee does feel left out when Kylen leaves with "the boys" and he stays home alone watching the O.C. reruns and eating popcorn. Also, sometimes when the guys have a gig, Kylen doesn't come home for days. He'll get drunk after the show and then stay away from home for days at a time. The reasons for Mikee's actions tonight wasn't about this though, it was about Kylen's arrogant and flirtatious attitude that he's had latly. Kylen's always walked around like he owns the world but latly it's gotten worse and he seems to be flirting with just about every guy that he sees. Mikee doesn't understand why Kylen would need to hit on eveyone when he's got him. Does Kylen think he needs more than just Mikee or is Mikee just not good enough for him anymore? Does Mikee not meet Kylen's expectations for a lover anymore? Is this all just a sick thrill for him?

Kylen rubs his hand through his half standing, jet black mohawk and rests his elbow on the kitchen counter, thinking hard to remember where he fucked up this time. Why he even bothers anymore is unclear to him, all he ever does is fuck up. He recalls all the times before that he screwed up and his easily heated temper gets the best of him. His arms move across the counter top, pushing all the contents on it onto the messy floor of the apartment. A few plates shatter across the white, chipping tiles. He picks up a glass cup from the table and chucks it against the dirt covered refridgerator. Mini pieces of glass rain down onto the floor over the pieces of glass from the plates. He stomps through the little sharp pieces in his barefeet, cutting his heels on both feet. He walks through the small living room, leaving bloody foot prints on the hard wood floor. He reaches the bedroom door and punches a hole into the wall before he goes in. (A dumbass move on his part) He picks his black and white electric guitar up and forces it against the wall. It lets out a whinning noise as it makes contact with the floor. After tearing apart the bed and flipping th dresser over he makes his way back out into the kitchen, tromping back through the broken glass. He retreives a bottle of alchol from the refridgerator and uses the counter as a bottle opener. He chugs half the bottle and then turns on his stereo, after making sure his Sex Pistols cd is inside of it. "Bodies" plays loudly out of the speakers, filling the small room. He slinks down the cubboard doors and rests his head against them. He picks up a piece of the glass from the dirty plates that once sat peacfully on the counter and stares painfully into it, like it's the greatest thing in the world. Anger suddenly comes rushing back to him and he grips onto the glass so tightly that it cuts into his smooth palm. He looks down at his stomach and then forces the piece of glass into a scar that's covering his abdomen. The scar reads: MR. He's had it since he was at the tender age of just sixteen. He was sixteen when he and the love of his life had their first real disagreement. The sharp point traces the letters easily, blood slides down Kylen's boney sides and drips onto the floor. For some sick reason he enjoys seeing Mikee's bloody initals carved deep into his rough, numb skin. He finds pleasure in this physical pain. He's always felt pleasure in physical pain, it help's him deal with the mental pain that surrounds him.

Kylen's one of those people that has more things wrong with him then his small temper and confused head knows what to deal with. He has always kind of been a bit phsyco. He absouloutly loves pain and blood, which explains all of his scars, scratches, and tattoos. They all hold certain meaning's for him, his body's like a human scrap book. He can look at a scar or tattoo and tell you exactly where he was when he got it, why he got it or did it to himself, and what he was feeling or thinking at the time. Skool never was the best for him either. He was a complete outcast until he met Colten, one of his band mates and just about his best fucking friend in the whole world. The fact that he has A.D.D didn't help him to concentrate on his skoolwork either. Kylen's extremely intellegent but it skool didn't matter. Kylen knew what he wanted to do with his life ever since he was four years old and he saw Lars Frederiksen jumping around on the t.v. like a maniac screaming the words of "Time Bomb" like his life depended on it. Kylen knew that he wanted to be in a band and in high skool that dream finally came true for him and he began playing lead guitar and back vocals for the band (insert band name here). Kylen likes that people can't figure him out. He has an unpredictable temper and there's only one person that can decode him and know and understand what's going on inside that fucked up head of his and even Mikee can't figure it out completely at times. Kylen's a mystery and a bomb that's just waiting to detonate..only he doesn't have a timer, he goes off unexpectedly.

Mikee tosses his cigarette onto the sidewalk and steps on it. He looks up at the huge house that stands in front of him and sighs. It's the house of his best friend Kaycee. It's the same house that he's gone to for advice about Kylen since they moved in together. Mikee walks up to the door and rings the bell. He waits a few minutes and then trys again.
"What the hell Mikee? Do you know what time it is?" Kaycee's boyfriend Carsin asks when he sees Mikee at the door.
"Carsin, can you just let me talk to Kaycee?"
"It's one-thirty in the fucking morning, she's sleeping, come back tomorrow." He yawns out.
Just before Carsin slams the door in Mikee's face, Kaycee pushes him away.
"Come on Mikee." She says in a sleepy voice.
Mikee sits down on the couch and Kaycee asks "Do you want something to drink?"
"No, uh, I just came to talk to you about some stuff."
"Is it Ky?" Her eyes and voice are soft.
He looks down, blinks, and then focuses his eyes back on her."When isn't it about his dumbass?"
Kaycee leans over and hugs him, knowing how bad he feels. "What happened this time? And don't tell me it's your sex life because I've heard all about kinky vampire sex that you guys have all the time."
Mikee gives her a smile. "Of course that's not it."
"Then what?" She asks in a curious but not demanding tone.
"..."
"You're not gonna make me beat it out of you, are ya?"
"Can I have a beer first?"
"Oh, now you want somthing to drink." Kaycee wonders into the kitchen.
"Thanks" He says not to thrilled as he takes the bottle of alchol from her "Maybe this'll take my mind off of shit."
"Well, before it leaves ya, tell me."
"Kace, it's really stupid, or at least you'll think that it is."
"So, everything that you guys fight about is dumb to me but you're a couple so it's okay to fight about dumbshit."
"...Okay, Kylen's an arrogant, controlling fuck who hits on every guy that walks by him."
Kaycee snickers.
"What the fuck is so funny?" Mikee's eyebrows raise.
"Hun, I've known that boy since he was in elementary skool and he's always been an arrogant, controlling fuck who hits on every guy that walks by him. You knew that when you met him. Why's it such a problem now?"
Mikee eexplains to her all about his lover's new attitude and how it's been making him feel lately. He tells her all about the money problems that have been getting worse and even some things about the band. She helps him out the best she can by giving her advice on everything and some ideals.
"Just chill out here for tonight and then you can work it all out tomorrow with him."

Mikee smiles but he doesn't know if he wants to work this out. Maybe it's time to let go of the past and move on. He's been with Kylen for five and a half years and although he's had a lot of good times with him, maybe it's time for someone new. Mikee's been thinking about leaving Kylen for about a month now but he could never find the right words to say that he's leaving, maybe this is his chance to break the spell that Kylen has on his heart. The ropes that Kylen tied around it can finally be cut off. Mikee knows it's not going to be easy though, when he goes to collect his belongings and he sees that pale, sad eyed face he'll have second thoughts, what will Kylen do without Mikee though? They split rent and all the bills up, Kylen's not going to be able to cover them all, not by playing in the band. He could barely his half when he had a good show. Mikee buys all the food. He can't just let Kylen starve. As Mikee shivers beneath his small blanket on the stiff couch, he's already having second thoughts about his well planned out decision. (i like things stiff but now come on this is a little extreme) He grips the blanket tight around him and looks up into the ceiling. "This isn't gonna be easy."He whispers to himself. He sighs heavily and trys to free his mind but it's not working... how can you free your mind of someone that you've thought about nonstop for over five years?

Kylen's eyes bounce open as his body slides down the side of the kitchen counter and his head hits the broken glass that's scattered across the floor. He looks at the clock hanging above the stove.
"Uhhh..." Ho moans out after realizing the time.
The clock reads: 2:30. He looks back down at the broken glass in amazement. He expects it to be gone. 'Has Mikee not come home yet?' He thinks to himself. Whenever Kylen goes on one of his rampages, gets drunk, and passes out, usually Mikee has the mess cleaned up before Kylen wakes up and the hangover begins. That's how it's always worked before.

Kylen carefully steady's himself on two feet, two feet full of pain from pieces of glass still buried in them. As he goes to sit down in a chair at the table his equillibrium feels fucked up. He looks over the bottom of his dark red, stained feet but can't seem to find any pieces of glass big enough for him to pull out. He rubs his forehead and takes a couple of pain killers.
"Uh.. why the fuck does alchol have to make your head feel like someone's hitting it with a ten pound hammer?" Kylen whines as he wonders into the bedroom to find Mikee. Mikee has to have come home, he's always came home in the morning after a fight. Kylen looks into the dismantled room but sees nobody, just the mess that he made the night before. Everything looks the same except for the dresser sitting back up and the bottom two drawers appear empty. Kylen does a double take on the dresser and then walks over to investigate it in case his eyes are playing tricks on him. When he reachest the dresser his stomach flips and his heart skips a beat... Mikee's clothes are gone, all of them. He searches around a little bit more and realizes that some of his other belongings are missing too. His three mesenger bags, two tote bags, toothbrush, hair straightener, posters, notebooks, drawing pads, make-up, and a few other things that mean a lot to him are gone. Kylen backs up in shock and his knees grow weak. How could this be happening to him? Mikee's all he really has, he's all he's ever had. Kylen holds back his tears and falls to his knees.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! All I ever do is fuck-up! I can't hang onto anything without fucking it up! Maybe I should just give up!" He pounds angrily at the ground.

"And you're sure about this?" Kaycee asks as she drives her little blue car towards her house.
"..." Mikee thinks the question over. "How can I ever be right about something like this?"
"I dunno, I guess ya just gotta do what your heart tells ya to."
"I mean, I still love Kylen to death but... I'm ready for somthing new. Something different, ya know, somthing exciting and, and I dunno. I just feel like I need out of that shitty apartment."
"Well, you're welcome to stay with Carsin and myself for as long as you need to.
"I don't wanna be a burden or anything, I'll pay for anything you need me to."
"We don't need any money Mike."
"Figure out some amount that I'll need to pay you or I'm sorry but I can't stay there, It'll feel like I'm taking advantage of you guys."
"..Okay, we'll split it with you."

Mikee stays silent for the rest of the way to his new home. His exterior shows nothing, not a sign of weakness or a hint of any sort of expression but his interior's completely different. His insides are eating away slowly at him. Memories are coming back that he had forgotten. He's beggining to change his mind about the actions that he's made it the past couple of days. How will he ever know if what he's doing is right? Maybe with time he'll be able to live without the man that he thought he'd never be able to survive whithout. Now he's made the choice to break out of the old routine and start a new life for himself. But how the hell's he going to do that when this is all he's ever known? Kylen's the only life that he's ever known. He knows that he can't give up but at this point in his life that's all he really feels like doing.. the only easy way around all of this.