[ZEUS]

My eyes flicked open at the feeling of fingers lightly brushing my face.

"Julian," I mumbled, leaning into the touch. Everything about yesterday came back like a blur, we probably ended up cuddling on this after the shower we had together yesterday.

I hummed in contentment as Julian continued to brush my face and casually play with my hair. It feels so nice and so comfortable.

"When are you leaving?" I asked curiously. Julian's hand paused on my face.

"I... I'm not sure. Linda's not back until Monday. That's unless you want me to leave," Julian mumbled. My eyes flew open and stared into his eyes looked hurt. Did he really feel I wanted him to go?

"Of course not," I assured him, pulling him into a soft comfortable kiss.

"We better eat, we didn't have dinner yesterday," I murmured, breaking the kiss.

"I guess so," Julian mumbled, snuggling into me.

"What would you like to eat?" I asked running my hand through his bleach blonde hair. I smiled; it had gotten a bit longer.

"Your hair's longer," I said in a matter-of-fact tone. Julian blushed, burying his head in my chest. I smiled. I love the way he gets shy so easily.

"Can I have you?" Julian asked out of the blue.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Can I have you for breakfast?" Julian asked, raising his head from my chest. He might have consciously or unconsciously licked his lips.

I. Have. Created. A. Monster.

[LAMBERT]

"Zeus hasn't called has he?" Diablo asked from on top of the kitchen counter, swinging his legs in rhythm with each other; the dark bags under his eyes indicating his lack of sleep for the past few days.

"You need to rest, not, you need to get knocked out for a few days," I stated, taking down the cereal box from the top of the fridge. I turned around just in time to find him shrugging nonchalantly. I decided to ignore it, heading for the dry bowls in the cupboard above him.

"Here," I said pouring then handing him a bowl of fruit loops.

"I'm not hungry," Diablo said turning his head away. I rolled my eyes. Diablo could be such a child sometimes.

"You need to eat. Have you taken your pills?" I asked, my tone worried. I wanted to touch him — His cheek, his eyes, and his skin but, I'm really not sure how he'll take that.

"I don't need them," Diablo insisted, waving his hand.

"I don't think your eye bags agree with you," I pointed out firm tone. Maybe I was a bit mean about it. Diablo's eyes widened in hurt.

"I'm leaving," Diablo said jumping down the counter and heading out the kitchen door but I was faster.

"Wait," I said using my body to block the door. Why am I acting like this? It's not like what I'm saying isn't true, but I can't let him go being mad at me. I really don't think I can handle it.

"Diablo..." I trailed, not really knowing what to say.

"Fuck off !" Diablo yelled, breaking down. My heart contracted. I didn't like watching Diablo cry, and as sure as hell didn't like being the reason for it.

"Diablo calm down, I didn't mean it that way, okay? I just want you to get better... to be happy. I can't stand knowing you still feel depressed..." I rambled, reaching out to him and then curling my hands back to myself. Damn, why can't I just hold him?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you worried. I just... I don't know why I feel so horrible sometimes," Diablo said, beginning to sob.

Should I hug him? I wondered, looking at him. He looked so sad and so tired. I gently took him in my arms, hugging him close. I could feel how warm and weak his body was — how tired he was.

My body stiffened in surprise as I felt Diablo rest his head of dark head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I just like you holding me," Diablo murmured, snuggling into me, my heart rate increasing rapidly.

Why? Why does Diablo keep giving me false hope?

[LOUIS]

 Zeus hasn't called and all I've gotten in three days is a voicemail.

"Hey Louis, don't be angry. I have a lot of things on my mind. Zeus."

The voicemail said as I pressed 'listen' on my phone. I'm sitting on my bed Indian style trying to contemplate what exactly Zeus was doing...no I am not sulking I'm just getting a bit annoyed and worried in a mature way.

I jumped hearing the wall phone ring by the door.

"Don't pick it... I won't pick it," I mumbled to myself even holding a pillow to my ears to ignore the ringing.

The ringing continued for a while till the answering machine picked up.

"I know you're in there Louis, answer me... Just answer me please..." Leonardo's voice said through the machine before cutting with a beep.  I held my head in my hands shaking. What in the world does Leonardo think he's doing?

The phone rang again only to get picked up by the answering machine for the second time.

"How could you use me like that?" Leonard's voice asked a bit shaky before cutting. The process continued for a while, with him leaving messages like;

'I love you.'

'I forgive you.'

'I want to make love to you.'

God... I thought staggering out of bed to the answering machine. I can't take it anymore. I thought to myself as I began to fumble with the cables until the answering machine successfully stopped ringing. I slid to the floor with a sigh of relief before I gave up acting tough and just started crying.

Why? Why won't Leo Just leave me alone? Sure I'd used him okay? I had been lonely and Zeus had been ignoring me. I was... I was sad, I was drunk... I just wanted to fuck.

I hugged my knees to myself still sniffling silently. I want Zeus, why can't Zeus be here with me? Why does he act like he wants me sometimes and ignores me in others? My sniffling soon became calm gasps. Closing my eyes I thought of Zeus. The thought of him always made me calmer, and happier.

[LINDA]

"Well fuck you!" I screamed at Kevin shaking violently. Not something you expect since I'm at his office trying to 'reasonably' negotiate with him.

"I can't," Kevin said calmly. Calm? How can he be so calm when I feel like a blowing whistle here? I can't even comprehend what's wrong with him. I'm telling him my husband is a slimy cheating bastard and not going to do crap about it? Crap? He's doing nothing!

"Why the hell not?!" I asked, walking up to him and grabbing him by his overpriced suit jacket. He gently pushed me away before straightening the invisible wrinkles I supposedly caused.

"I'll send you the laundry bill," he said, looking up at me. I frowned in confusion, but sighed, letting it go.

"Do something, anything!" I begged, balling my fists.

"Come on Lin, are you even listening to yourself?" Kevin asked, walking around me in a circle.

"Of course I am," I said, following his brown eyes as he walked around me in a circle.

"You're telling me your husband is cheating on you with another guy?" Kevin said. I frowned. Is he just trying to annoy me or is he hinting at something?

"I've said it once, I've said it twice. How many bloody times do I have to repeat it?" I screamed throwing my hands up in frustration.

"So, that's a yes?" Kevin asked, ignoring my tantrum.

"I guess," I said, giving up. There was no use bitching at Kevin. He was just like some stone wall with extra strong cement blocks and padding.

"He's not in love with you, is he?" Kevin asked, stepping in front of me.

"You don't have to rub it in my face," I complained, narrowing my eyes as I watched Kevin give me a small smile.

"So, I'm going ahead to conclude that your husband is gay," Kevin said, reaching out his hand to straighten out a loose strand of my brown hair.

"What makes you say that?" I asked in curiosity. 

"Who wouldn't be in love with you?" Kevin asked, still running a hand through my hair. A lot of people. I said in my head, not finding the courage to throw it at Kev. Besides, he was acting a little weird, and why in the world was he still touching my hair?

"Gay? You've got to be kidding me, right? I mean he dated girls in high school..." I trailed, creasing my brows in thought. Coming to think of it, Julian never seemed so interested.

"Linda?" Kevin asked, giving me a small shake. I laughed, trying to blow it off but it sounded so unreal even to my own ears.

"No, no, on! He's not gay! The guy he's with just has money," I said, holding my chest, still pretending to swallow fake chuckles.

"I'm serious Linda, why don't you go for somebody who loves you? Who'll appreciate you?" Kevin asked in a concerned voice.

"Yeah, and who's that?" I asked, wiping my eyes.

"I — don't worry about it," Kevin said, backing away to his table.

"Wait, do you—" I paused a little scared for the answer.

"Wait? What? Fuck no!" Kevin said as a light blush covered his face.

"Thank God for a while there I thought..." I trailed, looking over at Kevin. He was at his desk now, his jaw tightly set.

"What crawled up your ass and died this morning?" I asked, noticing his slum look.

"Maybe you should ask your husband that," he said in a rude tone, bringing the table phone to his ear. I frowned at him. The situation I was in didn't give him the right to insult Julian. Besides, what makes him think Julian was the bottom — God, who am I kidding?

"Kevin..." I trailed, annoyed that he could be such an asshole.

"You have ten minutes to get out," Kevin stated gloomily.

"Wait, what?" I asked, confused.

"You heard me, get out!" Kevin screamed at me as the office door opened to reveal two security guards.

"Go," Kevin said firmly. What in the world is he doing this for? I thought, looking over at the guards.

"You know what? Fuck you," I said, retrieving, and slinging my handbag over my shoulder before walking out.

Kevin was such a bastard.