Chapter 9

That night he washed and dried his clothes, showered to get the grease off his chest, and went to bed around four am.

When he woke up later that night, he was still very tired. But he dragged himself through his usual routine, and through some sort of miracle managed to get dressed and tune his guitar and make it to his car.

Slightly more awake he drove to the bar, parking a little lopsided and getting out of his car.

Rather irritated, a man yelled "You wanker! Park like you aren't drunk!"

Gil turned around, seeing Arthur trapped in his car, boxed in by the car to his left, and by Gil's angled car. He laughed "But what if I am drunk?"

Arthur glared, his dark green eyes piercing, but a lightly and very faint smile on his lips, that could easily be missed.

"Ok, grumpy, ill fix it..." he said smiling, getting back into his car, backing out and pulling in a little straighter.

He got out of the car this time and walked over to the front of Arthur's car, which was different than the night before.

The Brit yanked his leg out from where it was stuck in the door. When Gil had pulled in Arthur had slammed his door close so it wouldn't be taken off, and when Gil was parked, his leg had been stuck being crushed.

"You drive terribly!" he yelled, limping to get his guitar.

"No I don't, I'm just tired! And what the hell are you driving..." he asked, looking over the car.

"It's a rental, what does it look like!?" he growled, in a sour mood.

"Aren't you a little late...?" Gil asked

"Maybe!" he hissed, dragging the case out of his car, which he didn't seem to like much at all, and limped towards the door.

Gil stood there watching, until Arthur kicked the curb and went crashing for the ground. Gil stood right there and rather easily caught him in his arms.

"Hey watch out, I heard the curbs are bullies..." Gil said amused, holding the Brit up.

Arthur bushed, trying to straighten up. His leg hurt, he was off balance, and stuck in the albino's embrace.

And he not only looked like a total fool, he had face planted into Gil's chest.

He struggled away and leaned on just the one leg. "Don't touch me..." he muttered, scurrying inside.

Gil watched him go, little disappointed. He didn't know what he expected but it really wasn't Arthur running away from him.

He sighed and went inside, sitting down at the table and waiting for Arthur to play as he drank some beer.

Most of Arthurs music was his usually punk rock stuff, but his last song was oddly different. He slowed down, and played 'Your Arms Feel Like Home' by 3 Doors Down.

"I think I've walked too close to love

And now I'm falling in

There's so many things this weary soul can't take

Maybe you just caught me by surprise

The first time that I looked into your eyes

There's a life inside of me

That I can feel again

It's the only thing that takes me

Where I've never been

I don't care if I lost everything that I have known

It don't matter where I lay my head tonight

Your arms feel like home

Feel like home

This life ain't the fairy tale we both thought it would be

But I can see your smiling face as it's staring back at me

I know we both see these changes now

I know we both understand somehow

There's a life inside of me

That I can feel again

It's the only thing that takes me

Where I've never been

I don't care if I lost everything that I have known

It don't matter where I lay my head tonight

Your arms feel like home

They feel like home

Hold on, you're home to me."

He listened, trying to figure out why Arthur would pick such a drastically different song from the rest.

He liked the song, liked how Arthur sung it especially. But he couldn't help but wonder why and who.

Why that song, and who would influence him to sing that. He was a little saddened by it, and he thought hard about it, getting lost in thought until Arthur nudged him.

"It's your turn idiot." He grumbled, sitting down.

Gil cleared his head and stood up, walking to the stage and starting to play. He played some random alternative songs he knew, nearly blew the speakers out with 'Lift Me Up' by Five Finger Death Punch. While it was a heavier song and not quite his style, he could play it, and it showed off his skills.

His last song was 'Never Gonna Be Alone' by Nickleback.

"Time, is going by, so much faster than I,

And I'm starting to regret not spending all of it with you.

Now I'm, wondering why, I've kept this bottled inside,

So I'm starting to regret not telling all of this to you.

So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know...

You're never gonna be alone

From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go,

I won't let you fall...

You're never gonna be alone

I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.

And now, as long as I can, I'm holding on with both hands,

'Cause forever I believe that there's nothing I could need but you,

So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know...

You're never gonna be alone

From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go,

I won't let you fall.

When all hope is gone, I know that you can carry on.

We're gonna see the world out,

I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone.

Oh!

You've gotta live every single day,

Like it's the only one, what if tomorrow never comes?

Don't let it slip away,

Could be our only one, you know it's only just begun.

Every single day,

Maybe our only one, what if tomorrow never comes?

Tomorrow never comes..."

He smiled softly as he played. Maybe the song was more motivation for him than anything else. He needed to take his chances...what if he died tomorrow? He'd spend all of eternity regretting never making a move.

He left the stage and looked for Arthur, sitting by him.

The blonde didn't notice, too busy with his hurt leg.

"Is that the leg you drive with?" Gil asked

Arthur jerked a little in surprise before turning to look at him "No...it's not."

Gil drank his beer quietly, unsure what to say, and a little awkward.

Arthur mumbled "Thanks for saving me from that face plant into the ground..."

Gil nodded "Sure thing..."

They lapsed into silence, both a little curious about what the other was thinking, and both wanting to ask what they never could. What caused the inspiration to the songs sung.

Yup gil is an oblivious idiot.

Any thoughts on chapter 9?