I taste death in every kiss we share
Every sundown seems to be the last we have
Your breath on my skin has the scent of our end
I'm drunk on your tears, Baby, can't you see it's hurting
-HIM

Part A: Ernest

It had been 3 weeks and 6 days since Christopher's attempted suicide and the two of us were doing very well. He had been ordered to undergo psychiatric treatment for a month, so every day I would take him to his appointment and wait for him in the sitting room. And yes, Umi had actually been letting me drive her Mustang. Scary, right?
Man, I just realized something I make our relationship sound like I'm the butch one. Wow, and I just made that sound like I'm a lesbian. Hahaha. Anyway, I'll clear it up for you, just so you know, I'm Christopher's bitch, it's not the other way around. I know, I know, I put these things just so elequently.
"Hey Ern, you know you don't have to drive me to therapy...I feel like you're babysitting me."
"No you don't, you just don't want me challenging your masculinity, and besides, it's your last session." I laughed, looking over at him and smiling. He rolled his eyes and averted his attention towards the window, muttering a 'whatever.' I frowned and bit my lip,
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad..." I lamented, sealing my lips shut and blinking back a few potential tears. I hadn't thought that my comment would make him angry.
"Oh...shit, I'm sorry Ernest. I didn't mean to say it like that. It's just that, you're right. I don't like you taking care of me. I want to be the one taking care of you..." He admitted, sighing loudly. I smiled. He wanted to take care of me? That was so sweet.
"What are you smiling at?" he asked, apperantly seeing the goober smile that I was sporting.
"Oh, I was just thinking how sweet you are," I said, flashing him the sweetest smile, "wanting to take care of me and all..." He gave me a little half-smile and gently reached over to caress my cheek. I leaned into his caress and closed my eyes for a moment, careful not to take my attention fully off of the road.
"I do want to take care of you, more than anything. I'll never be able to pay you back for everything you've done for me, Ernest...but I hope that if nothing else, you just let me love you like you deserve to be loved." he said softly, withdrawing his hand from my skin. I pulled into the parking lot in front of his pshychiatrist's office and parked the car before answering,
"I will Christopher," I replied, wiping the tears away from my eyes and laughing lightly, "you are so good to me, I don't really deserve you at all..." He slid his fingers through my hair and rested his hand on the back of my head, leaning in to kiss me sweetly.
"Thank you Ern...but you know you're full of shit," He laughed, his forehead touching mine,
"you do deserve me and I deserve you. We're perfect for each other," he smiled at me, then trailed off for a moment to glance at the clock built in under Umi's radio,
"Shit, I've gotta go, are you gonna wait? You don't have to, you know." "I know. Let's go." I assured him, getting out of the car and escorting him into the office. He kissed me once more before he went in and I took my usual seat at the back of the sitting room.

Part B: Christopher

I hated talking to that fucking shrink. She didn't seem to grasp the fact that now that I had Ernest, my life was much better and therefore I didn't want to kill myself anymore. In fact, the stupid bitch seemed to think that the homosexual relationship was making it worse.
"So, how has your day been so far, Christopher?" she asked, her legs crossed harshly, her hands folded on the clipboard in her lap. Oh my fucking lord, I hated that condescending tone.
"It's been really great actually. After all, I do have Ernest." I scoffed, glaring at her from my seat across the room. She wrote something down on her notepad and looked back over at me,
"You seem angry, Christopher. Is there something you need to talk about? Is your deviant relationship giving you an guilty conscience? You can tell me, you know." she said, glaring back at me, seeming to imply that Ernest had done something wrong.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Crane, first of all I don't think that my deviant relationship, as you put it, is any of your business and if you want to know why I'm angry, it's because I have to sit here across from a homophobic psychiatrist for an hour and a half every day who thinks that my boyfriend, the boy who held my hand in the hospital and drives me to this nuthouse everyday, is the reason for my imaginary depression. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, I am not depressed and I am not suicidal. I don't want to kill myself and I have no desire to cut myself either. Therapy cured that for me several years ago!" I ranted, unable to keep it all in anymore. She nodded and wrote something else on her paper,
"So, you don't think there's anything wrong with two men being together?" she asked me calmly.
I nearly screamed out loud, as I gripped the arms of the chair, gritting my teeth together, "No. I don't." I muttered simply, resisting the urge to go over to her and punch her in the face.

The next hour and a half was torture, but thankfully, Mrs. Crane got it through her thick head that I wasn't going to kill myself and that I wasn't depressed, and deemed me psychologically healthy. I walked out of the office, feeling accomplished and went to meet my lover in the sitting room. When I walked in, I could see him sitting at the back slumped over in his chair sleeping. I chuckled and went over to gently wake him up. I squeezed his shoulder and watched as his eyes fluttered open. He was so beautiful. I couldn't believe that he was with me, that this boy was actually the one that I gave my kisses to everyday. It was a very comforting thought,
"Hey," he said, smoothing back his sleep-hair, "how'd it go?"
"I am psychologically healthy!" I responded triumphantly, taking his hand in mine and helping him up from his chair. I put my arm around his waist and he leaned into me as we walked out of the door and into the afternoon sun.

Part C: Umi

It was Saturday afternoon and I was watching the bookstore, waiting for Maverick to get back from the grocery store. I admit that it was mean of me to turn him into the surrogate 'house bitch' but you know, it had to be done. Ever since Ernest started going out with Christopher, no one had been keeping up with the housework, seeing as how I usually watched the store. So yeah, poor Maverick gets to be my bitch as far as the housework goes!
"Hey Umi, I've got the groceries in my car, should I pull around back to empty them?" hollered Maverick from the front door of the shop. I gave him the ok sign and watched him go back to his Spyder. How he could ever afford that bloody thing, I'll never know but it kind of weirds me out that he calls it 'Pandora' and treats it better than he treats me. Haha. Suddenly the phone rang and I marked the page in my book as I picked it up,
"Hello, Starlight Dreams bookstore, Umi speaking." I chirped, answering our bobo cordless phone beside the front counter.
"Hi, Umi, it's Blue from the Merry Sunshine."
"Uh, hi Blue what's up?"
"Oh I just wanted to tell you to watch out for that boy that your brother is dating. Christopher Nemeth." he said into the phone, a hint of smugness in his cheerful voice. I sighed,
"Blue, why are you trying to sabotage Christopher?" he laughed, "You saw through me. You've got a gift there Umi-chan," he complemented, laughing again,
"but seriously, though I'm trying to sabotage that relationship, I still think you should keep an eye on him. He's not quite as sweet as he looks. You can trust me or not, but I genuinely care for Ernest. I don't want him getting hurt by someone like Chrissy."
"I don't think he would hurt Ernest, Blue." I told him, rolling my eyes at his arcane accusation.
"Well, whatever. See ya, Umi." he whispered, hanging up the phone. Though I didn't trust Blue, I had to wonder if on some level, he was right.

Part D: Ernest