#sleepyyyyyyyyy

one more week

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

"I have to tell you something," you said as Spice left the room for snacks. "About Richard." "If he's using my tab again I'm stealing his damn card," Donovan replied dully, arm still draped where Spice had been sitting. "He's gonna ask Spice out." Donovan's eyes narrowed and he looked at the ground. "Why? Does he think Spice likes him or something? Does Spice like him?" "I don't know, man. He just told me. I know you and Spice got somethin' goin' on, so I didn't want it to be a surprise at the arcade later." Now Donovan was thinking, the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out of he did something wrong, if he was too stupid to realise there was something going on between Richard and Spice. Sure, Richard had more money than Donovan and a nice house and timeshares in places-- now Donovan furrowed his eyebrows, resting his hand on his cheek, red eyes turned to the TV in front of them. Deep sigh. "That fuck is half of Spice's income." He sounded incredibly defeated, like he had found out he had been cheated on. "I mean-- Richard is fucking rich! Who is gonna turn him down? Why does he want Spice all of the sudden?" "Donovan, don't get too upset," you said quickly, trying not to depress your friend. "You ever seen Spice hold his hand or go out of his way to see him? Little guy talks about you like you're his favorite dessert." There was a smile trying to make its way on to Donovan's face, but it vanished. "Richard's fucked him-- probably knows him better than I do anyway." Spice came back with treats and drinks. You both thanked him, but you could tell Donovan wanted to talk to Spice alone. Even as Spice cuddled up to him and held his hand. How the hell were they not going out anyway? "Spice, wanna have a good time?" asked Richard, pulling Spice aside. Donovan had gone to the bathroom-- usually Spice would wait around the bathroom, but the bartender was mixing their drinks and Spice intended to guard them. "Um... Not really," Spice admitted quietly. "I just want to relax for a while." Richard pulled out a wad of cash and pulled Spice closer, but Spice only shook his head and stepped back. "Look. I have what you want," Richard whispered. "Sex and money. We could date and I could take you all over the world. I could still pay you to fuck me." Spice shook his head. "It's a nice offer though! I'm sure someone else would take you up on it." Richard seemed offended, shoving the money in Spice's hands, trying to calm himself down. "What? Why the fuck not? Without me you would still be living off scraps, I give you most the money off whoring yourself out." "I'll take the money," Spice replied curtly, putting it in his wallet. "I won't go out with you and I won't do business with you any more after that." "There is no reason for you to say no to me. I've got tons of money, I could spoil you rotten." "I don't need you to! Do you think just because you buy my services all the time I have to love you? I have more people buying my clips and tons of commissions from my fans than I used to have when you started splurging on me." literally and figuratively. "I appreciate your patronage, Richard, I really do! But I don't want to go out with you." Now you were worried for Spice. Richard had grown silent, body moving along with his deep breaths, fists clenching. "Get a real fucking job, you fucking whore," He spat, grabbing his drink. Oh no. Oh no. He splashed it on Spice and smashed the glass at his feet as he left. You would have rushed over to comfort him, but you were frozen in fear as you heard running and a tackle to the ground, seeing only a pompadour and biker jacket whizz by you. Before you knew it, you were helping split the two up, Donovan almost ravenous, struggling against all three of you, raving, 'I'll fucking beat his goddamn face in! Did you fucking see what he did? No one fucking does that to Spice, I'll fucking kill him! Let me go goddamn it! I want his fucking blood!' Richard on the other hand was being held back by the bar-goers, spouting insults towards Spice and Donovan, mostly criticizing Spice and his job. Donovan was hard to calm down, his eyes were wild and he was almost in a daze, growling, trying with all his might to lunge at the vampire that had been taken out of the bar. "Where's Spice?" He panted, looking around. "Where is he? Is he okay? Let me go, let me go, I have to find him." Spice had been in the back, Kelly dabbing a washcloth to his face, listening to Spice worry about Donovan. When he saw Spice, Donovan immediately perked up and ran over, taking his hand tightly. "You're okay!" Spice exclaimed, giggling as Donovan hugged him and hugged him back.

*flops down on bed* m'too tireddddd to go to rehearsalllllll and do stufffffffff...can someone else do it for meeee?!???!?