• Skandar drummed his fingers along the edge of the tabletop softly.
    He was currently sitting at a dinner table at another one of those ‘Publicity dinners.’
    Oh how he hated it, completely boring.
    Nothing to do but just sit and peck at the food on his plate.
    Which might I add was not a very delectable choice of foods?
    For god’s sake, he is 16, a mere teenager, he shouldn’t have to be forced in to eating horrible food, like caviar, and lord knows what else there was.
    He had just finished filming the sequel to the first movie,
    “Prince Caspian” And in two weeks he and the others were to go back to new Zealand or where ever it was they were going to be filming at for the next movie,
    “Voyage of the dawn treader.”
    He was happy he would be seeing Ben again. Though they are ten years apart, they get along well together.
    He had long ago had enough of this hellish dinner, so he stood, excused himself, and left the table heading to his room.
    After ascending the stairs, he fished out the key from his jeans pocket, and began to unlock the door, but stopped,
    Was it just him or had he heard something in the room?
    Skandar stood there for a minute after not hearing anything else; he decided to enter the room.
    He found the room just the way he had left it,
    Book on the bed open, lights off, guitar in the corner, which is if he could see it correctly.
    He went to turn on the lights, but tripped over a lump on the ground.
    “Ahh hell!”

    He heard a groan.
    “Hello, who’s there?”
    There was no response. Skandar stood, limping in pain over to the light switch, and flicked it on.
    There on ‘his’ hotel room floor, lie a unconscious teen maybe two or three years older than himself.
    “Aw hells. Wake up.”
    Skandar said, bending down to pick the teens head up.
    Well at least I know it’s not some crazed fan-girl.
    ‘I think I’m safe’
    Thought Skandar, but that was where he went wrong, truth be told,
    He was not safe at all.
    The moment he found that boy in his room he should have called cops or at least his security guards, but no he found him harmless.
    Skandar struggled with the boy, but soon got him onto his bed, and covered him up.
    “s**t he’s lucky im doing this, I could have had ‘em outta here by now if I had just called Security. “
    The teen began to stir, Skandar sat where he was, at the foot of the bed, sitting, staring intently.
    The boy’s eye’s fluttered open, to reveal the lightest blue eyes Skandar has ever seen, for an instant he thought that maybe the boy was related to Ann.
    “Huh…Umm may I help you?”
    He asked. Skandar just sat there gawking at what he had just said.
    “Really, did you REALLY just ask that?”
    The boy sat up, rubbing his shoulder.
    “Uh, why yes. Why is there something the matter?”
    He asked, Skandar stood, and replied fuming with frustration.
    “Are you serious? Yeah there IS something the matter, you acting all comfy cozy here, and treating me like…. like. A MAID!!”
    The boy blinked twice and cocked his head to the side.
    “Um, is there any reason why I shouldn’t feel comfy cozy?”
    Skandar truly wanted to punch this guy, and he hardly knew him. He was about to say something witty back, but the boy continued which pissed Skandar off further.
    “You know to tell you the truth, I really don’t’ see how I could possibly be treating you like a maid, you aren’t even a girl, and I hardly doubt you would look…nice in maid’s attire, wait, are you trying to flirt with me?”
    Skandar had had enough of this stranger, he didn’t know who he was, or what he was doing here, but he wanted him gone.
    “Look this is MY hotel room and I come back from a dinner, and I find YOU in here snooping around, besides what were you trying to do, steal something? And I do not fancy the same sex to be honest. Oh and for the record I am not trying to flirt with you, besides if I did want to flirt I am almost cretin there are thousands of teenage girls just waiting to get a chance with me.”
    He sat there for a moment as if trying to get everything Skandar had just said through his mind. He ruffled his hair, and looked around a bit, then replied,
    “Oh yeah I was or did steal something. But I do not intend on giving it back, since you are SO uncomfortable with me in your room chum, I shall just be on my way.”
    He replied, standing up, and stretching. Skandar was honestly about to kill this guy,’ how could he, HE steal from me?’
    He thought.
    “Who are you and what’chu take?”
    Skandar mumbled, the teen stepped closer, and lent in,
    “Hmm what’d you say? I couldn’t hear you.”
    He stepped back a bit and replied much louder.
    “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHAT DID YOU TAKE?”
    Skandar sat down on the bed; the teen just stood in front of him for a moment, and then replied.
    “I am tristan, and I stole this..”
    Tristan then dug in to his long coat’s pocket, and after a few moments he pulled a small necklace out.
    Skandar felt his face heat up, with embarrassment and rage.
    “Give that back a**!”
    He seethed through a clenched jaw.
    Tristan smirked,
    “Um no I told you I do not intend on returning this…precious item, how much this worth hmm? 900 pounds?”
    Skandar rose from his seat, and lunged toward Tristan, who ducked, Skandar tumbled over Trist, and face first onto the floor.
    Tristan laughed softly, and then once again smirked.
    “Look if you’re that desperate to make out with someone, please not infront of me, and um just for you know health and all don’t make out wit the floor, you don’t know who has stepped on it, or what happened on it.”
    Skandar sat up, turned and shoved Trist’s face onto the bed.
    “Hey now Tristan don’t wanna make out with the bed now lord knows what went on in there,”
    he said mockingly.
    Trist, then shoved himself up, against Skandar’s force, and shoved Skandar into a nearby wall, then running to the window.
    “HEY WAIT!! PLEASE! ITS MY NECKLACE!!”
    Skandar shouted, his voice finally cracked, giving up.
    “Hey look Skandar Keynes it’s been nice and all, but I gotta go.”
    Tristan whispered, and slipped out of the window and into the night.
    He ran up to the window, to try to see which way he went, but all that remained was the cool nights air, entering his room.
    Suddenly there was a knock at his door.
    “Go away!”
    Skandar shouted, not really caring who it was.
    “Please, Skandar, I just came to day good night, what’s wrong?”
    The voice of William asked, as he stepped inside the room, shutting the door.
    “Nothing now please just…go…please.”
    Skandar almost felt like bursting into tears at this point, but he couldn’t do it in front of William, he was like his older brother, whom he lived to rival with or rather try his best to impress.
    “Look Skandar, please just tell me-“
    ”NO LEAVE ME, NOW!”
    Skandar said a little too loud, causing William to step back a few steps, almost to the door.
    “Fine if you really want to be alone…”
    Were the last words he said before he slipped out of his room, leaving Skandar to his misery.
    Skandar barley got any sleep last night, due to his mourning over the loss of his necklace.
    Once dressed in jeans, converse, and a shirt,
    He made his way down the stairs, and into the dining room.
    He found Georgie sitting next to Ann and William, all eating breakfast.
    Georgie immediately sot her head up, from picking at what was left of her eggs, and began to shout a good morning, but Ann stopped her, and glared at me, he shot back a glare, picked up a piece of toast, and left the room.
    Skandar kicked the banister of the stairs, and walked outside to the gardens.
    Once outside, and hidden in the gardens, He pulled out my cell phone, and thought about calling his parents to ask if he had missed any of someone’s calls, but decided against it, Skandar realized he shouldn’t have to break the bad news to him that early, he could still have a chance of getting it back, but the chance was slim, very slim. There was a tug at his shirt, causing him to turn, he found Georgie looking up at him smiling.
    “Hey…”
    Skandar whispered, she smiled again, but this time wider,
    “Hey Skandar we are going into town today, wanna come with?”
    He sighed and looked up at the ever-cloudy sky.
    “Fine…”
    She smiled, and skipped away.
    Skandar then put his phone back into his pocket. Suddenly a cloud of dust came out of nowhere, and Skandar ate it.
    He began coughing, and clutching his throat gasping for air.
    “Gah! EWW!!”
    Skandar choked out, still gasping for breath.
    He heard a small laugh from behind, turning he noticed William standing watching, and snickering at him.
    “Shove it!”
    Skandar told him, and pushed past him, still coughing.
    Once back inside, he rushed over to the kitchen, and got a glass of water, guzzling it down. He sighed with satisfaction.
    “Ahh.”
    Then he felt another tug of his shirt.
    “Skandar c’mon were going to town now! We get to ride in this really cool car! Well actually it’s a cab, like you know one of those double-decker buses, all to our selves!!”
    “Oh cool. Okay, umm where is it?”
    He asked Georgie, she responded by grabbing his hand, and pulled him along childishly.
    ‘God it’s like I have a sister away from home!’
    He thought, and tried to keep from falling by running to keep up with Georgie.
    “WOW….”
    Was all he could utter, as he starred in awe at the coolest double Decker bus he had ever seen?
    It was normal sized, like all the others, a lovely shade of dark blue, which Skandar liked, and looked like a lounge inside. His happy moment came to an abrupt stop when William and Ann pushed passed him purposely.

    “THE HELL THERE IS PLEANTY OF ROOM TO WALK AROUND ME!!”

    He shouted out rudely.
    “Well, I wanted to walk where you were standing, so ergo it’s not my fault.”

    Ann nodded, and they both shuffled into the back of the bus, toward the drink bar.
    Georgie looked up at him, and gave an apologetic smile.
    “Sorry…? Come on now, let’s get on to the bus.”

    Skandar faked a smile, and followed her into the bus.
    She smiled politely at the driver, and pulled me over to a set of seats, just as the bus began to move slowly.
    “Wow, look how cool it is…see?
    Georgie asked, pointing to a rather large castle on top of a hill off in the He nodded, and looked out as well just to make her happy, but she saw through his mask, and asked.
    “Is…something wrong Skandar?”
    Skandar shook his head, and continued to look out the window.
    “Look, William told us you were upset, but what are you upset about?”
    Skandar smiled softly, leave it to Georgie to get anything out of someone.
    “Okay but you cant tell anyone.”
    She nodded, and I carried on.
    “Okay last night I had something stolen from me…something very special.”
    Georgie’s smile faded.
    “What was it?”
    She asked.
    “Umm a necklace…”
    She smiled again.
    “From…a…girlfriend?”
    Georgie said a matter of factly.
    He shook his head, flushed slightly.
    “No…just a friend…”
    Skandar shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
    “Umm where are we going exactly to Georgie?”
    Skandar asked, getting bored.
    “Well, just into-“
    “HEY STOP THE BUS!”
    Skandar suddenly shouted.
    “goodness Skandar what is going on?”
    Georgie shouted after him, as Skandar ran out of the bus and into the crowded streets of London.
    “Hey get back here!”
    He shouted.
    He saw him, the Trist from last night.
    Trist looked back, and the smile he had previously been wearing faded.
    “s**t.”
    And made a run for it, but Skandar was faster. He caught Tristan, and shoved him up against a wall.
    “Gah! Skandar! What are you doing?”
    Trist asked, as Skandar began to feel around his body.
    “Where is my necklace?”
    He asked furiously.
    “I-I…. its…at my…house.”
    He told Skandar.
    “Okay…well…show me to your house.”
    Skandar replied, letting Tristan go.
    Back in the bus, Georgie said in a singsong voice.
    “Skandar’s got a boyfriend….”

    Ann quickly shushed her, and the bus continued on.
    After about twenty minutes of walking, Skandar got bored, and asked.

    “How far exactly is your house from here?”

    He didn’t respond for a while, then after about three minutes, he did.
    “Umm well like four more minutes.”
    He ruffled his hair, Then quickly turned a corner too fast. Skandar tried to keep up, but failed.
    “HEY!! I WANT MY NECKLACE BACK! TRISTAN!”
    But he didn’t stop.
    Skandar was getting tired, but didn’t stop.
    After about 5 minutes of running his legs began to burn.
    “Please…. stop.”
    Skandar whispered, and collapsed on to the grassy floor.
    Trist stopped for a moment and looked back.
    Skandar saw this, and quickly wiped the tears from his face, as not to embarrass himself.
    Tristan walked back to Skandar and bent down.
    “Hey, why are you crying?”
    He asked, causing Skandar to look up.
    “U-um…im not.”
    Skandar stuttered, blushing.
    “Ha yes you were.”
    He shoved Trist, who fell onto the grass.
    “Hey what’s your problem?”
    Trist asked rubbing his arm that had broken his fall.
    “You! You took my necklace and laughed at me!”
    Tristan looked into Skandar’s eyes and sincerely said,
    “Oh, my bad.”
    And got up, to walk away.
    But Skandar pulled him back. Standing Skandar told him
    “Look if you do not give me back my necklace I am going to call the cops.”
    Trist arched an eyebrow.
    “Oh, wow this necklace must mean a lot to you…Im sorry Skandar, but I cant give it back to you…”
    Skandar almost broke down again, but clenched his fists at his side, and said.
    “Look I need it back! Why can’t you give it to me? I will do anything…really.”
    Trist frowned.
    “Hmm you strike a nice deal Skandar but I cant give it back. Oh and I knew you were gay.”
    Skandar rose his fist and punched Tristan hard, and he stumbled back.
    “Im not gay! I just want my necklace back!”
    Tristan smiled, and wiped some blood off of his mouth,
    “Sure whatever, but I will give it back once you can accept who you are, and what you are.”
    Skandar groaned and turned.
    “What the hell is that suppose to mean?”
    He asked. Trist looked confused and responded.
    “Um exactly what is sounds like?”
    Skandar hit his head to his palm.
    “Smooth. Look can I just have it back?”
    Trist shook his head, and stepped closer.
    “No, I told you when you can have it back, now I suggest you catch a cab, its getting late, and im almost cretin those girls over there know who you are.”
    Skandar turned and looked, he saw about four or five girls stepping closer, surrounding him. He turned back, to see that Tristan had already fled and was trying to catch a cab.
    “HEY WAIT! TRISTAN!”
    Trist looked back and laughed.
    “Sorry.”
    He said, Skandar quickly shoved his way through the crowd of girls, and rushed up to Trist who had finally caught a cab.
    “Thanks for all the help, tristan!”
    Skandar said, pushing Trist into the cab, and then sliding in himself.
    “Where exactly are you going?”
    Skandar asked Tristan.
    “Back to your hotel, I thought I’d stay a night buddy.”
    Skandar looked at him and smirked.
    “Well got the money for a room?”
    Trist smiled sweetly, and said,
    “Who said I was going to rent a room? Im going to stay the night in yours.”
    ”My room only has one bed….”
    Skandar trailed off, getting aggravated.
    “So? You can have the couch Skandar im so nice!”
    Trist said hugging Skandar.
    “Aren’t you the best friend…”
    Skandar muttered.
    “Yes…I am.”
    Trist whispered, and slipped something around Skandar’s neck.
    He looked down and saw his necklace.
    “So, why are you giving this back to me?”
    Skandar asked blushing.
    “Don’t get so cocky. It’s only for the room, then tomorrow im taking it back.”
    Skandar suddenly felt a little worse.
    “Um what is so interesting about this necklace? Why did you need my necklace?”
    Trist smirked, and said,
    “Because I …um didn’t actually I just wanted to hang with a star.”

    Skandar looked out the window, as the car made it’s way up the hill slowly.
    “So, your just gonna hang with me, hope the paparazzi see you with me, and become famous?”
    Trist smiled, and sat back in his seat.
    “Mhmm something like that.”
    He looked away from the window, and threw his fist towards Trist’s face, but Trist blocked him.
    ”Ha…. what are you trying to do? Kill me before we get to our hotel?”
    Skandar fumed, then sat sideways in his seat.
    “What made you think that? And umm by the way, I didn’t recall you paying for this room, so therefore it is my hotel room.”
    He said, ending with a forced smile.
    “You need to get your anger out, otherwise you might kill me tonight.”
    Trist said, laughing.
    “Heh, yeah…. something like that…”

    The car came to a sudden halt, and Skandar flew onto Trist.
    “The he-Oh s**t!”
    “What?”
    Trist asked smirking.
    “P-paparazzi…”
    Trist smiled, and said,
    “Look don’t take this the wrong way im just trying to get famous.”
    And he pulled Skandar forward, and waved to the paparazzi.
    They waved back of course, and then the whole back seat of the car was flooded with the flash of camera.
    After they were all gone, the driver continued.
    “…I am going to kill you for that………”
    Skandar muttered, pulling himself up.
    “What were you trying to make us look like? Lovers?”
    He asked, blushing.
    “Well Ahm….I don’t know, I just used it to my advantage. Don’t worry I am straight like a straw.”
    Skandar scoffed.
    “Psh, a bendy straw.”
    Trist just laughed at Skandar’s attempt of a comeback.
    Finally they arrived at the hotel.
    Skandar was obviously forced to pay, even though it was Tristan who hailed the cabby in the first place.
    “Damnit, why did I have to pay? That bill was like 25 pounds.”
    “Uh that’s not that much, but still you’re rich.”
    He said with a smile, as they opened the door.
    As they walked in, he suddenly said,
    “Man I am starved lets go get some dinner.”
    And rushed to the kitchen, when Skandar turned the corner, Trist was standing there, like he felt suddenly self-conscious or scared.
    Georgie looked up from her dinner and shouted,
    “I knew he had a boyfriend I knew it, but none of you would believe me!”
    Ann looked up from her dinner, to William’s face, he looked down.
    “Um excuse me.”
    Ann muttered, and rushed up the stairs, and to her room.
    William stood, and strode over to Tristan.
    “Who the bloody hell is this?”
    He asked.
    Skandar waited for Tristan to respond, but he was obviously too scared, so he responded for Trist.
    “Um he is my friend Tristan, now if you would kindly leave us be, we will just be getting our dinner and retreat up to my room.”
    Georgie smiled at Skandar, they both knew that William was about to blow a blood vessel.
    “Oh, well…all right…”
    William said trying to keep his cool.
    He turned to go back to his seat, but instead turned again, and punched Skandar right in the face, hard enough for him to stumble backwards, and then dizzily lean against a wall.
    “You a*****e.”
    Trist whispered, and shoved William roughly, then turned and pulled Skandar over the elevators.
    “Get back here you…”
    Was all they could here as the elevator door’s closed, and they started going up.
    “T-thanks tristan.”
    Skandar stuttered, still in somewhat of a shock.
    “No, don’t mention it, so who was that a**?”
    Skandar bent over laughing.
    “Uh that was William you know. Umm Peter?”
    Tristan laughed too.
    “Oh yeah. Hahah, and then that girl must have been…. Georgie?”
    Skandar nodded, and stood straight again.
    “What floor is yours?”
    Trist asked, looking down at the lit up numbers.
    “Umm 13. What number…did you press?”
    He asked.
    “Uh..Eheh funny umm all of them.”
    Skandar slammed his face into his palm, and then wailed out in pain.
    “Damnit! That hurt!”
    Trist walked over to him, as the door closed on floor 10.
    “Well I would imagine so…”
    He said, taking Skandar’s face out of his hands, and looked at it.
    “Daaaamn he really hit you hard.”
    Skandar groaned, and pressed his back against the wall of the elevator,
    “Yeah, no s**t Sherlock, now cant this wait till we get into the bathroom, or something where there are actually medical supplies, and water?”
    Trist looked down and nodded.
    Then the door opened on floor 13, and they both stepped out, Trist carefully guiding Skandar.
    “What room number are we?”
    He asked.
    Skandar fished the room card out of his pocket, and handed it to Tristan.
    “Umm the very last one.”
    Trist nodded, and quickly inserted the card into the slot, and the door clicked open.
    “Erie.”
    Trist mumbled, and moved inside.
    “Uh, could you help me in the bathroom?”
    Skandar asked pathetically.
    “Heh…sure.”
    Trist smiled, and went into the bathroom followed by Skandar.
    Tristan moved around, looking for something that would help.
    Finally he settled on a washcloth.

    He moved next to Skandar at the sink, and wet the washcloth.
    Skandar was still in awe that Trist had not said a stupid comeback.
    “Uh…here.”
    Trist mumbled, and handed Skandar the washcloth.
    “Im going to uh go into the bedroom, if you need anything just tell me.”
    Skandar smirked.
    “Since when did you get so nice?”
    He asked laughing slightly.
    “Ha you have no idea how ridiculous you look right now. You mouth is all bloody, and you have tears in your eyes! HAHA!”
    Skandar turned, and shoved Trist out of the bathroom, and wiped up the blood, and tended to the wound.
    After he opened the door, and found the lights off.
    “Psh, you still awake Trist?”
    Skandar asked, groping in the darkness for something to hold or rather to guide him, preferably the wall.
    “Hello? Hmm guess not.”
    Skandar muttered, and felt around on the bed to check if Trist had fallen asleep on the bed.
    Of course he did.
    “Uhg. Trrist! It’s my hotel room! I want the bed!”
    Tristan groaned and turned on his side.
    “No! Get up! Don’t ignore me! Im not your mother!”
    Trist yawned and sat up.
    “What?”
    He asked.
    Skandar glared at him, then pointed to the couch.
    “Couch now.”
    He said and handed Trist a pillow and blanket.
    “Gee thanks. What a great way to treat a guest Skandar.”
    Skandar shoved Trist again lightly, and said
    “Come off it, you’re the one who invited your self!”
    Trist laughed, then flopped down onto the couch, and was out.
    He groaned, and stepped a bit close to the couch.
    Skandar bent down, and brushed a few stray bangs out of Trist’s eyes.
    “Hmm…. Trist…”
    Suddenly Tristan jumped up startling Skandar.
    “AH! What the fuuck!!”
    Skandar shouted trying to get away, but accidentally tripped over the small table.
    “HAHA! I so got you!”
    Skandar huffed, and crossed his arms on his chest.
    “Well, duh, of course, I thought you were sleeping…”
    Trist burst out laughing.
    His words were barley audible through all his laughter.
    “Of… Course hahaha I wouldn’t be asleep hahaha without doing something hahahah to you hahaha first!!”
    “Here can you help me up?”
    Skandar asked innocently.
    Trist nodded, and went to pull Skandar up, but instead Skandar pulled him down.
    “********!”
    He shouted pathetically, and fell on to Skandar.
    “Hmm got ‘cha.”
    Trist glared down at Skandar.
    From where he was sitting which was on Skandar’s waist, He was looking pretty hot.
    Tristan pulled Skandar up, there faces inches apart.

    “Skandar…”
    Tristan whispered softly,
    “Yes…?”
    Skandar managed, yet his voice sounded like a twelve year old moonstruck girl.
    Tristan moved closer, causing Skandar to go ahead with what his head was telling him, and moved closer and closer, until Tristan’s head made a right to his ear, and whispered,
    “Got cha…. really Skandar you sure your not gay?”
    Skandar blushed, suddenly the odd look one might have called lust was gone from his eyes.
    “Yes, I am…sure. I could ask you the same question Tristan.”
    Skandar said mater-of-factly, but Tristan did not fail to miss the long pause between am and sure.
    “Then… you might wanna wipe that drool off your chin.”
    Tristan responded wittily.
    Skandar flushed a darker red, and wiped at his chin stupidly.
    “Ha…. I was only kidding.”
    Oh, well so was I...."
    Skandar mumbled, and threw himself onto his bed,
    "Goodnight sleep well homo."
    Tristan whispered laughing.
    Skandar once again blushed, and shouted
    "IM NOT A HOMO YOU...YOU f**!!!"
    Just then not a moment after there was a knock at the door,
    "Well you gonna open it Skandar?"
    Trist asked, talking in a hushed tone.
    He huffed, and got out of bed to open the door.
    "Yes?"
    He seethed out, once he opened the door, to reveal William.

    "Look some of us are trying to SLEEP could you two ...um...poof's keep it down?"
    He whispered in a quiet voice.
    Skandar was fuming over the whole homo thing first Tristan had called him that and now William?!
    “I…we are not gay! William you are such an a** now goodnight!”
    Skandar whispered furiously, and slammed the door.
    Sadly William’s hand was in the way between the door and the frame, so the door nailed his hand.
    “AH! Skandar what the hell?”
    Shouted William.
    Tristan stood at this, and rushed to Skandar’s side to see what happened.
    “Dude…”
    Was all Tristan could manage because he already knew Skandar’s fate.
    “s**t, Skandar close the door.”
    Whispered Tristan.
    Skandar’s smile faded and his eyes shone confusion.
    “Why? Is it not amusing?”
    He asked stepping closer to Trist.
    “Uh…well…no it is, just he is going to get up and beat the s**t out of you if you do not close the door…”
    He whispered, backing into the near-by wall.
    “Oh.”
    Skandar breathed out, and shut the door on William.
    “There happy?”
    Skandar asked smirking, looking over to Tristan.
    “No.” he told Skandar moving over and locking the door. “Now I am happy.”
    He whispered, taking a step closer to Skandar.
    “I…uh…oh.”
    Skandar stuttered. He was quite embarrassed, though he did not know why.
    Every time he is around Trist he always gets flustered.
    “Look, its late, maybe we should get to bed…”
    Skandar murmured, not taking his eyes off Tristan.
    “Uh right. But can we get ice cream first?”
    He asked smiling innocently.
    Skandar mused.
    “Uh…sure? What kind?”
    he asked heading over to the phone.
    “Chocolate.”
    Tristan responded simply, taking a seat on the bed next to Skandar while he ordered.
    They were pretty quiet, that is until Tristan broke the ice with quite an interesting question.
    “Skandar why are you being oh so nice right now?”
    Skandar laughed, then suddenly glared at Trist.
    “Well if you don’t like it, I could be mean…I can just cancel that order of ice cream…”
    He responded smugly.
    “Uh, no thanks. Keep being nice.”
    Tristan replied hastily, then pulling Skandar closer, and tugging on the small chain around his neck.
    “So, you never told me why this piece of junk means so much to you…”
    Skandar moved closer so the necklace wouldn’t break, and responded.
    “Its not junk! And…someone special gave it to me…”
    Tristan smirked.
    “More important…than me?”
    Skandar gulped, flushed slightly.
    “Y-Yes.”
    Tristan’s smirk faded into a frown.
    “You do not seem so sure.”
    Skandar groaned and fell back down onto the bed once Trist let go of his necklace.
    “Look can we just drop it?”
    He asked, just as there was a knock at the door.
    “I will get it just in case it is William.”
    Trist told Skandar smiling, as he rose to answer the door.
    Slowly and cautiously he opened the door.
    “Hello?”
    He asked.
    “Yes, did you order the ice-“
    ”Yes!”
    Tristan cut her off, grabbing the silver platter from her.
    “Put it on our tab.”
    He told her, shutting the door.
    “Well that was not very polite.”
    Skandar muttered, as Tristan made his way for the bed once again.
    “Ha and slamming William’s hand in the door was?”
    He asked, setting the silver platter down next to Skandar and grabbing one of the ice cream bowls.
    “Yes, it was. He called us well…uh-“
    “Gay?”
    Tristan finished for him the one word he could not manage to say.
    “Y-yes.”
    He got out weakly, grabbing a ice cream bowl, and stuffing a scoop into his mouth.
    “So, what’s up? You cant say gay?”
    Trist asked, saying the last word in a sadistic tone.
    Skandar chocked on the ice cream.
    “Oh s**t! Skandar!”
    Trist shouted, and reached over to him, slapping his back softly but hard enough to help a bit.
    He was still coughing but wasn’t choking.
    “Gosh you could have died…are you all right?”
    Tristan asked once Skandar had finished coughing, and pushed his ice cream aside, which almost immediately Trist took and began to eat.
    “Yes I am fine… you sure at a lot for someone who is so…. thin.”
    Skandar muttered, watching Tristan’s lips as they opened to let a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
    “What are you starring at?”
    Tristan asked, poking Skandar, who flushed, immensely embarrassed due to the fact that he had been caught starring.
    “Uh, you obviously.”
    He responded smartly.
    “Oh, so I bet you just cant wait until those pictures get front page tomorrow morning huh?”
    Trist asked, scooping up another spoonful of ice cream, but this time shoved it into Skandar’s mouth.
    “I-uhh..Mghmm.”
    Skandar began but failed to finish once the ice cream was shoved into his mouth.
    “Hahah… I know you are..”
    Tristan whispered into Skandar’s ear, then pulled away, taking the platter and bowls to the dresser, then laying down on the couch.
    “Goodnight Skandar.”
    And they soon both fell asleep.
    The next morning, Skandar was awoken to a knock at the door.
    “Uhh…who is it?”
    Skandar asked, slipping on a robe, glancing over to the couch, which held a currently very tired looking Tristan, sitting upright rubbing his eyes.
    “Its Georgie…William, and Ann, open up.”
    Georgie told him, as he unlatched the door, he was greeted with a paper shoved into his face.
    Tristan walked over to him.
    Once he stood next to Skandar, he took the paper from his hands.
    Skandar was speechless and flushed as well.
    Tristan cracked a quirky smirk, and said
    “Uh. Well Skandar looks like we are officially the ‘Regal narnian couple’ as the paper says.”
    And slung an arm around Skandar’s shoulders.
    “Psh…yeah. I guess…”
    Skandar muttered trying his best to ‘keep his cool’.
    “Well Skandar and I are going out to town today so we will see you guys at dinner.”
    Tristan announced, everyone seemed surprised by this sudden outburst even Skandar who had been playing with the buttons on his nightshirt even looked up astonished.
    He almost said ‘We are?’
    But stopped him self, as Tristan closed the door.
    After they both dressed, and headed down stairs, Skandar turned to go into the dining room to eat breakfast, but Tristan stopped him.
    “Whaaat? I want to eat.”
    Skandar whined.
    “Come on I will take you out to breakfast, plus lets see how the public reacts to the Regal Narnian Couple.”
    Tristan laughed, and tugged me outside and into a nearby taxi.
    There was even a difference in the taxi driver; he actually addressed them as ‘The Regal Couple!’
    Once in the heart of town, Trist stopped the taxi and both of them stepped out of the cab.
    “So, where exactly are you taking me?”
    Skandar asked timidly, with his arms crossed tightly against his chest, his coat hugging him tightly.
    “Here…”
    Tristan whispered, and took Skandar down an ally, After many rapid turns and sudden twists, Skandar was pulled into a small coffee shop, it was small, nice, but obviously overlooked.
    “Look, this is getting awkward.”
    Skandar told Tristan stopping at the door. Tristan smiled, and said,
    “But what happened to the regal narnian Couple?”
    Skandar was feeling irritable once again.
    “There was no regal narnian couple! And there never will be!”
    He shouted storming off toward the park, causing a small amount of people that were sitting outside to look up from their tea and food to stare.
    “Skandar wait!”
    Trist shouted after him, though Skandar did not even spare a glance back.

    “Damnit!”
    Tristan cursed and ran after Skandar.
    Once in the park, he had lost all sight of Skandar.
    “Ah…. s**t…this isn’t good.”
    Trist muttered, and lent against a tree, peering around.
    Suddenly he felt a cold hand around his shoulder.
    “Ska—“
    He was cut off, by a horrible taste and smell. Otherwise he was gagged,
    And poor Skandar had to witness all of this.

    Skandar did not know what to do, so he followed them silently.
    They took Tristan into an ally and shoved him roughly into the back of a rather large black car.
    Skandar quickly hailed a cab, and got in.
    “Where may I take you…OH? Skandar Keynes!”
    Skandar shook his head.
    “No, please follow that black car for me.”
    The driver nodded and drove away from the curb and ascended the long drive ahead of them.
    Skandar was amazed at how far they were driving, he watched the money go up by the pound.
    Soon they were at 200 pounds.
    Suddenly the car ahead of them took a sharp right turn, and so did the cab driver, causing Skandar to slam against the window.
    The car entered a large black gate, so Skandar halted the cab.
    “This is good m’am.”
    She looked worried and hesitated.
    “Uh well…go on, now do be careful and forget about the charge.”
    Skandar nodded, thanked her, and headed off to the gate.
    It was now dark and getting colder by the hour.
    “God…it’s freezing.”
    He muttered to himself, and moved inside the gates quietly.
    He thought it odd there were no guards, not to mention the fact that most people don’t go around in broad daylight kidnapping teenage boys.
    Once he approached the front door, he went to look through the window.
    He saw three men standing there most likely guarding.
    He sighed and made his way to the backyard.
    The place was amazing!
    It overlooked a lake, but Skandar felt uncomfortable in the backyard due to all the graves, so he quickly slipped inside.
    Luckily there was no one in the kitchen.
    So Skandar easily made it to the stairs.
    Quietly he went up them, as not to be caught.
    Once up in the hallway, he saw 3 rooms.
    He decided to try the one at the end of the hall by the window.
    Cautiously he wrapped his hand around the doorknob.
    Then he swung the door open prepared to fight.
    Though all he found was Trist asleep on a bed.
    Skandar stepped inside, locking the door.
    He moved over to the bed.
    “Tristan wake…up’’
    He whispered, Trist groaned but did not open his eyes.
    Skandar shook him this time.
    “Tristan please wake up.”
    Trist’s voice came out weakly.
    “S-Skandar?”
    Skandar smiled and nodded.
    “Yes its me now wake up we need to get out of here!”
    He whispered furiously.
    Tristan opened his eyes, sitting up, and moving to a sitting position on the side of the bed, next to Skandar.
    “Where are we?”
    Skandar asked quietly starring at Tristan’s lips once again.

    “Well…it’s a long story and we obviously do not have the time so maybe later okay? And why are you starring at me again?”
    “Oh…okay your right. And well what happened to your lip? Did they hurt you?”
    Skandar asked reaching out to touch it.
    “No, I mean yes…but we need to hurry and get out of here.”
    Tristan told him a little bit louder than a whispered, which was clearly not good. They heard footsteps outside of the room.
    And heard them talk and run off.
    “There going to get him, hurry we need to split.”
    Trist said now nothing less of a yell, as he rushed into the bathroom, fumbling with things in a cabinet.
    “What are you doing?”
    Skandar asked as Tristan approached him.
    “Here can you help me out?”
    Trist asked, handing Skandar a small tube of ointment.
    “Sure…”
    Skandar answered, blushing softly, as he squirted some ointment on his finger, and reached forward.
    Slowly he spread it across Tristan’s busted lower lip.
    Tristan was blushing noticeably as well.
    Skandar removed his finger, and wiped it on his jeans.
    “Come one we need to get out of-“
    He stopped dead in his tracks, Tristan moved closer, his lips hovering above Skandar’s.
    Skandar lent in as did Tristan.
    Softly there lips brushed, but as quickly as they closed into each other they pulled apart, there was a loud smash against the door.
    Skandar’s vision was fuzzy, as he was left feeling light headed from that almost kiss.
    “Come on!”
    He heard Trist shout from the window.
    So he stumbled for the window.
    As soon as they were both on the ground Tristan made a run for the gate, grabbing Skandar by the wrist.
    “Hurry there coming!”
    Once outside the gate, Tristan pushed Skandar into the cab that had taken Skandar here, Tristan falling onto him, shouting for the driver to take them away and to the hotel Skandar was staying at.
    “T-Tristan…I…”
    Skandar began but found it hopeless to explain his earlier actions of there almost kiss.
    Trist got off of him, and sat in his own seat, Skandar followed.
    “Look I know you really didn’t want to do it, it was just the thought that you would never be able to kiss anyone before you die, so I understa-“
    Skandar shoved Tristan against the window, crushing there lips together.
    Tristan kissed back, softly, causing Skandar to wrap his arms around Trist’s neck.
    “Skandar wake up were here.”
    Tristan whispered.
    Skandar bolted upright in his seat.
    “I-it was a dream?”
    He asked, breathing heavily.
    “What was? Are you all right?”
    Tristan asked pulling him out of the cab.
    “I…we…. No it was nothing.”
    Skandar finally gave up, as he and Tristan went inside the hotel.
    They ordered dinner at the café.
    After they ate, they found themselves in Skandar’s bed watching a movie.
    Trist nudged Skandar after the movie had ended.
    He groaned softly, and pulled the covers up to his chin.
    “Oh…great, make me turn off the movie.”
    Tristan laughed getting up to turn off the movie.
    Once he did so, it was pitch black.
    “Okay where are the blankets?”
    Trist asked a sleeping Skandar.
    There was silence.
    “Fine. Im sleeping with you.”
    Tristan warned and slipped under the covers of Skandar’s warm bed, sleep immediately taking him over.

    Skandar woke the next morning to the feeling of someone next to him.
    He turned over and saw Tristan sleeping peacefully.
    Skandar sat up, and thought.
    ‘s**t! I didn’t sleep with him like in that way, that doesn’t make me gay. So I am safe but why is he in my bed?’
    “Mmmn…Skandar.”
    He heard Tristan groan in his sleep.
    “Ugh…. why me?”
    He asked flushed.
    “Your…mine…”
    He said in his sleep once again.
    “What are you dreaming about pervert?”
    Skandar asked the sleeping form, whose only response was a groan.
    “Wake up Tristan.”
    Skandar whispered shaking him softly.
    No response.
    “Ugh…WAKE UP! Free food!”
    Skandar shouted on a whim.
    Suddenly Tristan bolted upright causing Skandar to fall off the bed, frightened.
    “Shiit! Why did you have to go and scare me?”
    Skandar groaned as he got back onto the bed.
    “Well why did you have to go and lie to me?”
    Tristan asked smugly.
    “About what?”
    Skandar asked him as if he were Hysterical.
    “About the free food.”
    Trist responded simply.
    “Oh, well I only did that to wake you up to ask you why you were in MY bed.”
    Skandar finished with a quite rude tone of voice.
    “Ouch, why so harsh? Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”
    Tristan asked. Skandar wanted to respond, but he had nothing else that was witty enough to say back, so instead he stayed quiet and waited for Tristan to carry on with what he was saying.
    “And I am only in your bed because YOU thought t would be a great idea to go and fall asleep on me before you even told me where the blankets and pillows were! So its all your fault so stop blaming me!”
    Skandar looked down at the covers.
    “Okay…fine…im sorry.”
    Tristan smiled.
    “Good, now that we are on good terms with each other
    We can go see a concert tonight.”