The World is a Story...

It\'s really not more than a filler chapter, to set somethings up for later on in the story, the date will be next chapter, and I hope to have that up before friday, I apologize for the wait! Reviews however spur me on, so review, tell me you like it and I\'ll be more likely to update quicker! Also, feel free to join my Yahoo! Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ApollosFiction/ for info on updates and such!

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Justin just sat there for a moment, staring at the chimes jingling above the door, the chimes that signaled the departure of the man who had stolen his breath away. The young man shook his head slowly, a smile touching his lips as he opened the laptop back up and began to type away.


Earlier he had thought he lost his muse, but it had come back to him re-incarnated in a raven haired, coffee-eyed man. The choices he thought were going to be hard to make before flowed easily from his fingers, begging, itching to be set down.


It seemed like hours, but in reality it was only a few minutes before the scream of the sirens could be heard. Uniformed men rushed into the dorm room, trying to pull Josh and Mathew apart, but failing miserably. Mathew held onto Josh’s hand, never wanting to let go of him again. Questions were tossed at him by the emergency response workers.


Mechanically, Mathew answered every one of them, his grip on Josh’s hand never failed, even as he could feel the lift ebbing from his lover. The blood wasn’t flowing as freely anymore, due to the bandages wrapped around Josh’s wrists, yet Mathew could see the desperation in the ambulance crew as they loaded him onto the stretcher and took him into the back.


Somehow, Mathew managed to squeeze himself in there amongst them busy men working around his love. Whispering softly, he leaned in as close as he could to the now unconscious young man, “Sweetheart, please, come back to me. I love you, I always will. Don’t make me come after you doll, because you know I’m stubborn as all hell and I will do it. So don’t be responsible for my death as well, you obstinate ass.”


(A while later [Note to self: write filler here])


Mathew sat in the sterile waiting room, waiting for the news of his love, having effectively been banished by three orderlies from Josh’s room, under pain of being banned from the hospital. He wasn’t happy about it, but didn’t want to risk not being there when Josh woke up. He still needed to let him know that he would always be there for him, that their love would cross the boundaries of time itself if Josh would only let him back in.


He knew that he had screwed up seriously, and had no idea how to make it better. All he knew was that however indirectly, he had caused this to happen. Trying to stir himself from his morbid and depressing thoughts, he managed to pull himself to his feet and walk down to the hospital gift shop.


A sad smile on his face, he looked at the attendant working behind the counter, “The most gorgeous bouquet that you have in that case behind you. Cost is not a factor.”


In the end he ended up paying way too much for the second rate bouquet, but he knew that Josh would understand the sentiment behind it. After all, it was not the price that mattered; it was the emotion that came with it.


A few hours later a nurse came out to tell him that he could go in and see Josh now. Nodding silently, he rose, taking the monstrous arrangement with him.


Justin came back to himself, glancing at the clock in the lower right hand corner of his screen. Somehow it had become six o’clock; if he wanted to clean up before going to meet Desimir at the restaurant he had better get going home. Saving his work, he shut down the computer and packed it up, heading out the door and towards home.


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Whistling a happy tune, Desimir walked down the street towards his office. His thoughts weren’t on his plans as they should have been, but on the blue-eyed man sitting back inside the coffee shop. Before he knew it, he was back at his office. Shaking his head slowly, he half smiled, pulling out the blueprints he had been working on for the clients that would be in shortly.


Making the slight changes that had been requested of him; they were rolled and set aside. A piece of paper was snagged from the fax machine and for the first time in ages, he tried to sketch a likeness of Justin.


But he had never been one for re-creating features and life, and soon there were several crumpled pieces of paper on the ground around his desk. The latest attempt had just been balled up when his secretary poked his head in the door.


“Mr. and Mrs. Jones are here to see you Desimir.” The young man took in the mess about his employer’s desk and eyes widened, “Oh dear, making a mess are you? Let’s get this cleaned up before I show them in.”


Kneeling, he started to toss the papers in the trashcan near by, happening to see the start of a face on one of them. “A new lover in the picture? It has been quite a while since you’ve taken one on. What provoked this?”


Desimir looked down at the young man, “That, Kevin, is none of your concern. He is not a lover, I just met him today and he inspired me to try my hand at sketching portraits again. Now, please show the Jones’ in if you would.”


“Yes, sir.” With that, Kevin stood and walked to the door, waving the couple inside.


“Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, a pleasure to see you again, I was able to complete the changes that you asked of me, so if you’ll come over here?” Desimir smiled at the couple, eyes flickering to the clock behind him. He had to get them out of here in twenty minutes or less, always a hard thing to do.


Twenty-five minutes later he was raking his fingers through his hair in frustration, tugging on the ends. These people were just never satisfied it seemed! “Look, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, I understand that designing the perfect house is very hard and that you want it to be just right since you will be living in it for who knows how long. But right now the two of you seem to be at odds on a couple issues, I do need to get going, so if you would like to go home and call me when you make a decision?”


Desimir realized that he should have been more polite and subtle, but he’d tried that already and it hadn’t worked, so now he was going to be blunt.


The bickering couple looked up at him in shock; he’d always been such a polite young man. “While I see the wisdom in your words young man, I do not appreciate your tone of voice,” came Mr. Jones reply.


“I apologize if I offended you, Mr. Jones, but as I said, I am running late for another appointment and you do not seem to be close to making a decision, so it would be best if you called me when it is made. Once I receive your call I will make your plans my top priority.” Replied the frustrated architect, as he came between the two, hands placed gently on the small of their backs as he slowly maneuvered them towards his office door. “I will be awaiting your call, please, have a wonderful evening, sir, ma’am. Kevin, the Jones’ were on their way out, show them out please. Then you may lock up for the evening and go home.”


Shutting his office door, he locked it and headed up the back steps to his apartment, conveniently located over the office space. Shedding his clothing, he hopped into the shower, rinsing off the grime of the day quickly before stepping out, wrapping a towel around his waist.


He flipped hurriedly through his wardrobe, selecting a pair of chino’s and a long sleeved black button down shirt. Dressy, but not to dressy, just perfect for a first date. Drying off quickly, he dressed, combing out the shoulder length black hair, pulling down on the curls so that it fell in soft waves around his face. Stepping back, he looked in the mirror, nodding. Perfect.


Swiping his car keys, he hurried downstairs and to his car, if he didn’t hit too much traffic, he should still get there on time.

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