Authors notes: Oh wow…so many reviews…you guys are too amazing to me *hug* I wanna say thank you, to everyone. On the education front I had a big blow especially concerning English where my writing skills were MEGA put into question but you all help with that so much. Extreme thanks to Wu, Sabrina and Victoria, Sabrina for her lovely, ever encouraging words, Victoria for cheering me up through chatting and to Wu for sending me the drawings and putting a smile on my face, this chapter is dedicated to those three beautiful women and again thank you to you all for encouraging me not to give up whether ye know ye did or not XP

And Dom!Robbie-cookie to my lovely beta CJ *kiss*

.:=Miss-Gah-gah=:.: LOL, don't worry about missing hun :D Yeah it was a random idea cos I miss Mike's blue hair XP I hope you like this chp hun :3 vws_[lpfan]_83: LOL, don't worry hun. You're addicted? LOL, well I don't think there's a NDA, sorry LOL different light? That's a first, thank you that means a lot danfam4e: NEW REVIEWER *glomp* THANK YOUUU! <3 Drakanaa Byzanthum: Chaz should know better...but he doesn't. LOL bit in the ass? Well we'll see Orchid: LOL, yuss, Brad should be ashamed XP he makes an appearance here NalaNyaSilmaRyl: You’ll have to read to find out Mike’s fate hun Nika_love_lp: I understand slash can get repetitive…the epi has some but no more here, still I’m glad you read it :D, I’m co writing a tale and it feels like very little in it is slash LOL, Oh I hope you’re enjoying POM-Cassie and I worked hard on it :D lplover22: Mwahah! Bennoda smut makes up for everything! Hope you like this hun Ashes: I’m so glad you like this hun *hug* axl adamic: I’m so happy you liked it hun, Mike? Well you gotta see :D Vampire Princess: Sad and happy :D Bennoda slash makes everything better ;) TYshangshan: Hope you had fun in Shanghai :D Yeah, I like the idea that the agency people are ‘ugly’ and yet they’re representing what are considered beautiful people, hope you like hun DarkestOfShadows: Yeah! M/C plushies *hug* I know, I wanted o give mike blue hair in this :D this chp? Well you’ll have to see Vernisha: Aw hun I’m so glad you liked it *hug* Hope you like this and thanks for looking over my other story ][llusionary: LOL, the sex was realistic? Thank you :D I’m glad you like this hun, hope your two weeks off are fun :D DrummerLadyBourdon: LMAO, wow, I never knew you liked Rob XP Drpepper199: ND minions? I love it! MWAHA! Yuss I’m evil!...maybe XP I’m curious to see if you’ll all come crawling back as you put it. LOL, This isn’t one of my dramatic stories. I got three of them I’m keepin this mellow :D Lady Shinoda:The agency doesn’t want him getting too close, I’m overexadutating the agency’s reactions. I <3 blue haired Mike! I can’t say much about this ‘break up’ so read on Kenji_Shinizzle: I’m so glad you liked :3 “put me out of my misery”? You given up’?...that was a cheap shot XP stefy: Ahhh! Please don’t kill me! Then the story will never be updated!!!! Chanlp94: Glad you liked it hun, yeah but the bulimia isn’t gonna be a HUGE deal.

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Rob stayed the next few days in his friends’ house. He stuck around for a number of reasons. For one, his home had become quite lonely since Rebecca's leaving, another was that his presences meant that Chester was more focused, and not as inclined to slack off with Mike. He also provided company for the ailed artist while Chester worked out. Mostly they simply hung out by Chester 's pool, talking about anything and everything. And finally, Rob was there so he could watch out for his friend in terms of the many phone calls and paparazzi that had been bombarding the house.

At this point in time, Rob was sitting on the floor of the hall, head rested against the wall with a ham sandwich in one hand. Mike was in the kitchen having breakfast, and Chester was in the bathroom. He had been in there for quite some time, and he was a fool if he believed Rob didn't know what he was really doing.

"Rob?" Chester stated, a little surprised when he saw his best friend sitting on the floor beside the bathroom door. "What are you doing here?" The scent of vomit lingered from the open door which Chester shut immediately. Rob lifted the sandwich to him.

"You can't do that on an empty stomach." He informed his friend. He had learned from their past together that trying to stop Chester from this was in vain, and yet, he had to try intervene. Not too long ago, Chester had developed bulimia. He had become obsessed with losing weight and forcing himself to become sick. He had even been to hospital for malnutrition because not only was he forcing himself to become sick, but he wasn’t eating either. The arrival of Mike had taken the model’s mind off his weight but then those bastards at the agency had to get involved. Rob now saw the potential for the disorder to make a comeback. The only thing he could do was ensure it wasn't taken to the extremes.

Chester took the sandwich, inspecting it and wincing before he nibbled on the edge of the bread.

"Don't let Mike find out." He pleaded, taking one bite and chewing on it for a ridiculously long time before handing the rest of the food to Rob. His stomach was grumbling, but he couldn't risk it. Only four more months, he told himself.

"I won't...he's in the kitchen...you were up before he woke." Chester nodded. "You have been for a few days, he says...I think he thinks you're loosing interest in him already." Chester gazed wide eyed at his friend.

"W-what?" He didn’t understand. What would have Mike believe Chester was going off him?

"Think about it, man. You're constantly in the gym, if you go out he's stuck here...what else is he to think?" Chester sat across from Rob and bit his lip.

"I just don't want him sucked into a superficial world...he's so...innocent, and everything I seem to be associated with is corrupt and...stupid...I just don't want him around that."

"Chester ?" The model looked to his right to see Mike standing in the doorway of the kitchen, holding onto the door frame. Chester could see the hurt evident in his eyes, which, although useless to the male, were so expressive and impressive. Chester felt his heart practically bleed as he got to his feet. "You...you don't want me around?" Mike asked, obviously not after hearing the entirety of what Chester had said.

"N-no Mike." Chester stated as he ran over and wrapped his arms around his lover.

"I’m sorry I'm a burden..."

"Don't ever say that."

"...I'll get my stuff and..."

"No, you won’t!" Chester stated, stopping Mike's foolish babble by holding him tight and rubbing his face in his lover’s neck. "You won't go. I won’t let you..." He whispered, and Mike's body tensed as he sensed the intimate tone. "I want you to stay, with me. I want us to be together, I want to live with you. I don't care where. Your place even. Baby, I love you so fucking much, and I hate what's happening, but you are not a burden and you never will be. I never want you to think you're anything short of amazing!"

Mike couldn't control himself as he shut his eyes and felt the tears flow freely. His emotions overwhelmed him so much that he couldn't speak. He just hated to feel like he was imposing on Chester . He loved to model so much, he'd hate to do anything to upset him.

Rob sat, feeling like he was intruding on their private moment. He stood and mumbled something about leaving before telling Chester he'd see him tomorrow at the fashion show. Chester nodded, but still clung to Mike who was rubbing his tears against the older mans top. Chester hushed him and rubbed his back, kissing his forehead.

There were no words exchanged as Chester walked Mike into the sitting room where they sat on the L-shaped white, leather couch. Chester examined Mike, who looked so small, clad in only a worn t-shirt and some boxer shorts. His cheeks were red, and his blue hair was messed; Chester couldn't resist running his hands through the colored locks. He smiled as Mike leaned into the touch, and wasn't able to stop himself from pressing forward and kissing his lover, who kissed back with a quiet desperation.

Chester cupped his partners face, angling his own to deepen their kiss, but Mike pulled away.

" Chester ...I need to know were you serious? What you said there?" Chester looked to him as if he didn’t understand, but of course that had no affect on Mike, who assumed Chester ’s silence meant he had forgotten. The blue haired boy looked away, tears falling from his eyes even swifter.

“You don’t remember?”

“About moving in together?” Chester asked, clearly showing he didn’t forget. Mike nodded, not saying a word as Chester took the artist's hands in his. "Yes, baby I was serious. I want to wake up every morning to have you beside me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." Mike nodded, not answering, which made Chester nervous. "Mike? Please say something..." Mike bit his tongue and turned to Chester, hand shaking as he rested it against his lovers chest.

"I want you to be honest with me." Chester felt Mike's thumb stroke the back of his hand . "You're not just working out to lose weight are you?" Chester was about to bombard into lies of how he was only trying to lose weight in the gym, but he couldn't say a word of a lie to the man he loved.

"No..."

"I didn't think so...and...why...you wouldn't let me touch you the last two or three nights...like intimately..." Chester felt his cheeks burn and he looked away. Mike's thumb stroked his cheek as a tear fell from Chester's eye.

"The weight's falling off. In ten days I've lost eight pounds Mike...I mean....I'm like a skeleton and...I don't want you to think I'm ugly..." Mike sighed and rested his forehead against Chester.

"Chester ...I fell in love with you as a person. Not your looks, not your money, just you. You could be the ugliest sap ever and I wouldn't give a fuck because inside you're the most beautiful person in the world." Chester felt another tear fall from his lash as Mike leaned forward, using his hands to guide their lips together in a sweet embrace that left Chester feeling like an ass. How could this guy love him so much? He didn't deserve it.

"Mike..." He whispered into his lover's lips as Mike's hands fell to his shoulders and he felt the artist stroke his arms. Chester shivered beneath his partners touches as his eyes fluttered shut. "...Mike..." He gasped again as he ran his fingers through his lovers hair and parted his lips to allow his lovers tongue into his mouth. The simple feel of Mikes tongue sliding along his made him melt. "..Oh God, Mike..." He whimpered helplessly as Mike's hands moved to his hips. It was astounding, Mike’s mere name excited him. It tasted like honey on his tongue and left him pleading for more from the male.

Chester tensed as Mike's hands slid up beneath his top. He tried to push his hands away.

"No Mike! Please no..." He pleaded, but Mike's hands caressed his horrifically skinny frame and made him weep with vulnerability. "Mike, I'm begging, please..." Why wasn't Mike stopping his hands, which memorized the models body? "Mike..."

"Chester." Mike paused with his hands flat against his lover's chest. "You told me once...that I was beautiful when I had no reason to believe I was. You told me to believe you...why won't you believe me?"

"It's different, Mike..." Chester whined like a child who got stung by a bee.

"No, it's not. Chester, I can't see you like others can, but you have to understand me; you are so beautiful. So, so beautiful, and in so many ways which others can't see. I just...I need you to believe me if we're going to move in together then...." Chester gripped his arms and stopped his words.

"Wait...You mean you want to?" Mike smiled.

"Of course, baby." Mike smiled. "But I just want this out of the way…I believe anything you tell me and I would tell you anything that's on my mind. I just want you to do the same for me." Chester nodded as he stretched out a hand to brush some stray hairs from Mike's forehead.

"I promise, Mike..."

"So tell me..." Chester looked to their hands as Mike took his. They just held them for a few minutes in silence.

"I’m just a little stressed. The phone calls, wanting interviews, photographers outside. I just wanna be left alone...with you. I don't want you to be sucked into this life, Mike. The press, they'll never leave you alone. I wouldn't want to have you..." Mike pressed a finger to Chester 's chin, meaning to touch his lips, but it hushed the model.

"Chester ...I don't care. I'm tired of hiding...I want people to know that you're promised to me...if you want it." They locked eyes, which only really affected Chester .

"Of course...of course I do..." He smiled, kissing his lover deeply. "Of course Mike, but...this is your choice? I don't want you to feel obliged.”

"I want this Chester ." Mike whispered before kissing back.

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The evening had been hard on Mike. He and Chester spoke and he believed they had lain out all cards on the table. They even snuggled up on the couch with Friends on the TV. Mike laughed at the audible jokes, but every so often, Chester would have to describe something to him. Mike felt happy then. He loved just holding Chester, occasionally kissing his cheek or what he assumed to be the model’s cheek.

However, it was night time when Mike realized. He woke up to find the bed empty, save for Dodge laying on the foot of the divan. He stretched out to find that the sheets on his lover’s side were cool, so he assumed his partner had left quite a while ago.

The artist was cautious as he stood from underneath the covers. He heard Dodge whimper, but the guide simply rolled onto his stomach and fell back asleep. Mike smiled as he realized his dog snored, so he didn’t wake him and walked along the room with his hand against the wall.

He didn’t call out for Chester because as soon as he entered the hall he heard it. Running water.

The artist walked along the hallway until he found himself outside the bathroom. The door was open but Chester didn’t notice his lover. He had his back to the doorway, and was arched over the toilet, fingers extending down his throat and tears running along his eyes as he felt himself throw up again. He shut his eyes and visions of Mike flashed upon them. How could he do this to his lover? He had promised hadn’t he? Still it was like a drug. The familiar sickly feeling that left him feeling ill after every time he barfed was an addiction. Chester could only assume it was like cutting your arm. It couldn’t be helped, and as he threw up, he felt himself fall further and further into that dark place he had been not too long ago before Mike. Before his lover.

“Chester?” The model spun around, arm against his lip, wiping away the vomit that lingered there.

“Mike?” He mumbled against his skin, feeling his cheeks burn with shame. The artist gazed at Chester in a concerned light and suddenly the model broke down, sobbing into his hands. Ashamed of what he was doing to himself, to Mike. The artist heard the breakdown and struggled over, hand outstretched until it came in contact with his lover’s bare shoulder. Chester fell into Mike’s body, and the younger man could smell the vomit lingering the air. There was no secret as to what his lover was doing.

“Chester why?” He asked as he held his crumbling partner close. The model shook his head, unable to answer. “You said you hated being so skinny…you’ve lost the weight, baby; why are you continuing this?”

“I don’t know!” Chester gasped, hiccupping as he clung to Mike, sobbing loudly. “I dunno, I just cant stop it.” Mike bit his lip and took a deep breath. He fought back his own tears as he buried his face in Chester’s hair. It smelt of coconut.

“I understand this is hard, Chester …” He muttered, biting his lips afterwords to silence threatening tears. He felt so bad his lover had to do this. “But we need to communicate…you need to let me help you. Please.” Chester gazed from Mike to the toilet in which he had just thrown up. He knew he needed help. Before he had depended on Robert, but with his divorce being finalized Chester couldn’t run to his friend for everything. The poor guy had his own problems, and even then Chester knew that he needed to depend on his lover, needed to let him in.

“Ok.” He muttered as Mike began to rock him so they both swayed in the center of the tiled bathroom. “Ok baby, I will.”

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Mike sat with Rob for the duration of the Virgin show the next day. They didn't speak as they really didn't get a chance. Rob was constantly being bombarded with paparazzi asking questions, which, he replied “no comment” to. No one paid any heed to Mike. For one, he had blue hair and according to Rob, who he had asked to make sure, the photos clearly showed that the blurred male had black or at least dark hair. And then he was also sitting in the dark with shades on, and Dodge by his feet so no one wanted to talk to the blind guy.

Therefore, Mike sat and listened to the background music and banter surrounding the outdoor arena. He had been pleasantly surprised when Rob told him Chester was strutting, he never heard a loud insult thrown his lovers way. And yet, he was sick and tired of hearing questions being flung from the media. They asked who Chester 's lover was. Was he also famous? How long had they been together? And so on.

The show took a decent hour. Mike was bored the entire time, and also anxious. Rob would talk softly to him, making jokes and trying to take his mind off what the two were planning. Of course, they had informed the agent, and friend, of their plan and the older man promised to stand by them. The music ended and there were some words said from the Virgin reps, but no one cared about that, all anyone gave a crap about was Chester and his love life.

Rob was rubbing Dodges head, causing the dog to whimper underneath his hand when Chester approached still clad in the bondage pants and two piece t-shirt supplied to him. The agent nudged Mike with his elbow, a silent signal that the blue haired mans lover was approaching. Mike handed Dodge’s leash to Rob and stood up. He could feel someone draw close, and the strong smell of mimosa and cigarettes told him it was his lover.

Chester smiled as he stopped on front of Mike. He raised both hands, gripping onto the sides of the sunglasses and slowly pulling them away. Mike blinked a number of times, his long lashes fluttering shut as the accessory was taken away. He then felt Chester rest his hand against his own wrist before their fingers meshed together.

"You wanna do this now or the after party?" Chester asked in a soft tone. Mike shrugged, he was shaking slightly.

"Let's just get it over with." He said quietly allowing Chester to pull him to where the public awaited. Chester could feel Mike's grip on his hand tighten and he squeezed back. This reassured the artist, who just wanted all these secrets to be over. As soon as they came into the public eye, Mike could hear the clicking of cameras and questions being shouted their way.

"Chester , Chester, can you inform us who this is?"

"Sir, sir, please what's your name?"

Mike flinched when he felt someone pull at his sleeve. He instinctively threw his body into Chester 's who wrapped his arms around his lover and glared at the vultures circling them.

"Right, listen up!" Chester stated as Mike lowered his head. "The photos are right, of course they are. I'm gay! There's your fucking scoop!" Mike could feel someone at his arm again.

"Sir, what's your name?" A male asked in a gruff tone.

"Mike Shinoda." He automatically replied, unsure if it was a good or bad idea. He felt his stomach drop as the reporter laughed cruelly.

"And...you? You are his lover?" The man asked with incredible spite to his voice. Mike felt Chester pull him closer to his body so the model could face the reporter.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?!!" He growled. Chester 's rage filled him and all he wanted to do was hurt the reporter. The snide way the vulture of a man asked the question struck a cord with Chester. Was it possible the man was referring to Mike's disability? The model suddenly became aware that Mike was clinging to him in a timid fashion. This was a mistake. Chester could hear million of questions thrown their way. They became much more personal. Questions about their sex life and everything. Chester tightened his grip on Mike and backed away with a loud "No comment!"

Mike felt his body being lunged by Chester back to a club close by, where the after party was being held. Large bouncers were there to keep the riff raff media out. They allowed Chester and Mike to slip in. There was loud music combined with neon lighting, and the strong scent of alcohol. Chester frowned as he looked at the sight of the club. There were too many people and too much noise. The model took his lover out the back where it was quieter. He saw a small group of models from the show, all sitting around a small table, leaning forward and snorting white powder off the desk. Chester sighed, deciding even here wasn't a secluded enough place to talk to Mike, so he took him outside.

It wasn't until they were located outside in the back alleyway that Chester realized Mike was crying. Chester cupped his lovers cheeks.

"Mike, I'm sorry. This was a bad idea." Mike shook his head and covered Chester 's hands with his own.

"No...It's just strange...all those people..." Mike bit his lip as his thumb began to stroke along Chester 's hand. "It's going to be that way from now on, isn't it?" Chester looked away from Mike and let out a sigh.

"Yeah..." He said almost inaudibly. "Yeah, it is." Mike nodded and let one hand fall from its position on Chester 's, and he cupped the models cheek.

"Well...as long as I get to have you by my side, I don't see the problem." Mike smiled as Chester brought himself to look at his lover, a smile crossed his lips.

"R-really?" Mike nodded and slowly the model's lips descended on his in a light kiss, full of silent emotion. Chester moved his hand from Mike's cheek, and laced their fingers together as their lips continued to move against one another in light, butterfly kisses complete with breathless “I love you’s” in between embraces. Chester 's eyes fluttered shut as he tightened his grip on Mike's hands. The world seemed to disappear around them as if they were the only people in it, but then they heard it-a click.

"Fuck!" Chester hissed, pulling away to see a young woman with her camera and a tape recorder. She stood in the alleyway, a curious expression on her face.

"Mr. Bennington! Please, I have a few questions!" She pleaded but Chester covered Mike with his body, throwing her a dirty look.

"No comment!" He replied. Mike was pinned to the wall by his lover and heard the woman plea. What was it that was so familiar about her voice? The artist knew it, he just knew he did. It took a few moments of banter between his lover and the familiar stranger for him to remember how he knew her.

"Linsey?" Mike stated suddenly, looking in the general direction of the reporter. Chester looked from the woman to his lover.

"You know her?" He asked in a hushed tone as Mike nodded.

"She's Dave's girlfriend. My frie…the guy I know who owns WeekendLP. She also works for the magazine." Chester stared at the woman, still covering Mike's body with his own.

"Don't you vultures even know how to leave your friends alone?" He cried out as a movement in the background caught his eye. From where he was he could see two men loitering by a large town car. In the dim light their faces were not visible, but there was something vaguely familiar about one, perhaps the afro he sported. "Brad?" Chester whispered, trying to recall Mike's friends’ name. The artist's brow furrowed as he heard his lover whisper his old friends’ name.

"What about him?" The younger one asked as Chester looked back to him.

"He's over there, I think." Mike looked, unsure if he was gazing in the right direction. He strained his hearing as he heard someone call out, a male, calling Linsey’s name out.

"Dave?" He muttered to himself, recognizing the males voice. The bastard. "DAVE, GET OVER HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!" Chester jumped when he heard Mike suddenly scream out to the unknown male standing alongside Brad, leaning on the bonnet of his car. The woman now named Linsey looked behind as the two men approached. Chester glared as the red headed man wrapped around the woman, kissed her cheek and told her to go back to the car.

"Hello, Mike." Dave smiled and Chester felt his lover lunge in the direction of the male, but he wrapped his arms around the well-built artist and held him back.

"Don't you ‘hello Mike’ me!" The blue haired boy growled. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Seriously Dave, I thought we were friends." Dave sighed.

"We are dude. I wouldn't have blurred your face if we weren't." As the two spoke, Chester suddenly realized just who he was staring at. The guy who caused all this trouble. The model had a right mind to let go of Mike, and pummel this Dave himself, but he was too kind to do that.

"Dude, just ‘cause you fucking blurred my face is nothing. How could you do this?" Dave threw his eyes to the heavens, and Brad who as standing behind him, hands in his pockets, laughed lightly.

"You should think of fucking fixing that front blind then..." Brad's eyes widened when he realized just what he said and he bit his lip right after. Mike growled.

"Fix the blind? What's this got to do with....oh my god...Brad?...You did this! THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT!!" Chester looked to see Brad take a step back as Mike tried to attack him. It was getting hard to hold back his lover especially when Chester just wanted to hurt them too.

"My fault? Excuse me if I'm trying to make a living. You're a fucking idiot Mike!" Brad snapped at his friend.

"What the fuck dude?!" Mike retorted. "C'mon. Look at the two of you! Exploiting my...our personal life for profit? I thought of you two as brothers." Mike's voice was cracking as he fell back into Chester 's arms, tears welling in his eyes. "I mean...brothers...and you do this?" Brad glared at Mike and Chester . He didn't understand how his friend didn't get this.

"C'mon, Mike. What are you so pissed about? I mean seriously, you should have been the one to come to us, to Dave and sell the fucking story. It's not like you don't need the money, you know what..."

"SHUT UP!!" Chester couldn't hold onto Mike as he lunged forward, surprisingly ramming into Brad, and knocked him to the ground. Mike fumbled, managing to pin his ex-friend’s hands to the ground. He leaned forward and hissed, "Just shut the fuck up! Don't say another word." Chester gazed at his lover, not sure what to do. Neither of the floored men made a move, nor did Chester or Dave. An eerie silence took over the alley, which was broken when the back door of the club opened and Rob, still minding Dodge, came out.

"Hey guys, I heard some yelling and...what's going on?" Mike leaned back off Brad, and felt Chester rush over to help him stand. Brad coughed a few times, only realizing now that much of the air had been knocked from his lungs. Mike was shaking hard, overwhelmed by how his friends could do this to him.

"Rob?" Chester called to his friend. "Will you take Mike inside for a minute?" Rob nodded as Chester cupped his lover's face locking their lips together in a sweet embrace. Rob moved forward and took Mike's hand, leading him back into the club. Dave backed away as Brad struggled to his feet. Chester leaned forward and gripped Brad by the collar, pulling him to his feet and smashing him into a wall. Brad winced and Dave's eye's widened as he backed away before turning to run to his car. Chester didn't care about him.

"How could you do that to Mike!?" He demanded. "He fucking looked to you as a brother! How could you?" Brad pushed Chester away and scowled.

"Shut the fuck up man! Don’t you dare talk like you know what you're saying. I know things about Mike he wouldn't tell you if his life fucking depended on it; so don't fucking act all high and mighty." Chester gazed with wide, concerned eyes. What did Brad know? Was Mike keeping something from him? Brad brushed the dust from his jacket before placing his hands in his pockets and looked into Chester . "Now shut the fuck up, and I'll fill you in on Mikey boy, ok?"

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Authors notes: Please Stefy don’t kill me now XP Remember that’d mean no more updates! So were you all surprised? You all thought I was breaking them up, now it’s like ‘Let’s move in together.’ LMAO…anyway I was once told I was good at keeping my readers hooked so is this working? LOL

Next Chapter: "Aww cute doggie!" Someone said to his right and he turned to see a blue haired male sitting beside Rob who was using Dodge to chat up young women. Chester ran over and took Mike's hand. He saw the artist look to him, curious as to who was now pulling him off the chair.

"Chester?" He asked, hoping it was his lover.

"Yeah..." Chester simply replied, dragging Mike to the bathroom where he made sure no one was before taking both his hands. "Mike...why didn't you tell me?"

R/R please x x x