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Whatever Happens TH fic ch. 3

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Andreas glanced over at the clock as he poured the apple juice into the glass. It was 8:20, a reasonable time to wake up Bill and give him breakfast. He walked over to his guest room, and slowly swung the door open, seeing that his dark haired friend's back was facing him, and the blankets had fallen from his shoulders, leaving them in the center of his back.


"Bill?" Andreas whispered then eyed the infant in the white basket.


"I'm awake." Bill muttered into the pillow, Andreas sighed unintentionally and ran his fingers down Bill's spine and gently pulled some strands of ebony hair from the young man's face. Bill continued to stare at the empty bed, looking at from his perspective, it looked so long, and far like the ocean.


"Bill, I have breakfast ready. Come on kay?" Andreas released himself from the bed and watched as Bill's thin body didn't respond to his request. "Anything wrong? It's like, half past eight, kids are already at school now and you're still laying her-", Andreas stopped, realizing he could have gone too far. Bill stretched his arms and yanked the covers over his shoulders. "Bill." He stated softly.


"I'm not feeling like it." Bill answered and closed his eyes.


"Please, tell me what's wrong. I made breakfast and the egg and bread is gonna get cold. And you can't exactly heat up egg. I think… Anyways, Bill tell me… please?"


"I had… a dream. No." Bill paused and raised his back from the bed and sat facing his blonde friend. "It was a nightmare. It was so… real. Like a flashback nightmare."


Andreas gaped and raised his hand slightly to his mouth and swallowed. "I'm so sorry… Maybe breakfast will make you feel better?" Bill nodded weakly and shivered as he threw the thick amounts of blankets off him and took a barefooted step onto the grey tile. He tiptoed, the ground being too cold, to July and kissed her little pink lips, his eyes faintly filling up.


"I'm sorry." He whispered to the still sleeping infant and then followed his bleached blonde companion out of the guest room and to the dinner table. /







Bushido gripped the car wheel harder and harder every time Bill crossed his mind that he wouldn't answer his calls or text him back. He was driving back to their house, the large home Bushido bought a year ago thinking to live happily with the tall, hazel eyed beauty but things never seemed to work out. He yanked the keys out of the car once he reached the house drive way, parking his car. The rapper shut the door harshly as he approached his door, sticking the key in and attempting to turn it.


"Fuck! Open!" he gritted his teeth as he finally managed to get the door to swing open. He walked not too quickly, but at an average pace observing the vacant home. Could Bill still be asleep? He hadn't seen him in an entire day, and Bushido couldn't stand that. He went over to the kitchen, seeing no one, and he wasn't very surprised. Bill didn't wake up till usually nine when Bushido was not home that night.


The rapper then walked up the curved stair way and swung their shared bedroom open, no one. Bushido licked his teeth and huffed in annoyance. He pulled out his cell phone, knowing it was no use, but tried anyhow, and dialed Bill. After waiting a minute or so, noticing there was no response. Bushido knew Bill was purposely ignoring him and he wasn't going to let it be that way.




"I'll find him." he sighed and scribbled a note to Bill reading basically he visited the home and wondering where on earth his husband was and why he was not home.



Bushido closed the door roughly of the house and got back into his car. Another day without sleep, and he had work to do very soon. He cursed himself for arriving here so late, and cursed Bill for not being there.







"So.. now you don't have to tell me, but what did you.. Dream?" Andreas asked poking his sausages with his fork he probably wasn't going to eat.


"Um, it was something that happened before like I said. Flashback. And.. it was happened.. a few.. weeks ago? Was it? It was after July's birth though." Andreas nodded and sipped his apple juice.


"Was it about you know, Anis?" Andreas asked quietly. Bill sighed and dropped his spoon and shuddered looking down at his lap.


"Yah... of course." He answered weakly, eyeing the tiled floor.
"You know Bill, you have to do something about this, and you can't just continue to be like this. And, you need to answer his calls; you're just getting him angrier." Andreas licked his lips and wondered if his advice was correct. Should Bill answer the calls? Continue to ignore them? Andreas was not married, and last boy he dated was about eight months ago, and now his main priority was being there for his black haired friend with the large beautifully shaped hazel eyes. He looked at Bill and watched Bill hesitate to answer.


"I know, but what if Anis can change? Maybe he's going through some phase.. Or work is really hard for him… I-I don't know! I don't want to let go of him so quickly Andi… Maybe we can work it out." Bill looked sadly and his blue eyed friend and sighed. Andreas rubbed his fingers against his thumbs and thought.


"You mean like a second chance? We can try Bill. But if he doesn't cope, I'm not letting you stay. I'll do everything for you to divorce. Hear me? I'm not letting him hurt you again." Andreas stood up from the table, excusing himself, leaving Bill to run his long thin fingers through his un-brushed hair in frustration. He really did hate what Bushido had been doing, and sometimes he really wanted a divorce. Then he just couldn't, it was too painful. But something had to be done.




Bill stood up, leaving his food there, and went back to the guest room. He noticed July was awake, quickly changed her diaper, and put her back in the crib quickly. He had something else to do before he could give July some attention.


The dark haired boy rummaged through his purse, pulling out his cell, flipping the screen and searching through his missed calls/texts. He sighed when he saw so many. He dialed Bushido and waited for the response.




"Bill? Is that you?" Bill could hear that Bushido sounded awfully tired and suddenly felt terribly sorry for him. Bill got much sleep, while his husband was up all night, doing God knows what. But Bill knew not to feel sorry for him, he took his baby! Bill shook his head and tried focusing on replying to the questions.




"Yeah that's me. Anis where-" He was cut off.




"Where am I is that what you're going to ask? Love, the real question is where are you?" Bill bit his lip and let his shoulder sulk as Bushido had confronted him.




"I'm at Andi's home. Where're you now?"



"I'm in the car, driving to I don't where the fuck! Bill I want to see you. Tell me the address so I can pick you home." Bill licked his lips and scratched his left thigh thinking of something to say. Should he really tell the address of Andrea's house? The reason he came here was to avoid Bushido, not have him follow him again! And if he were ever to need to get him to come here, he would know the address to Andrea's house and think he can come back whenever he likes. Bill knew Bushido had a great memory and could memorize a road way with only driving through it once.


Bill shook his head, and gave up.




"Bill are you there? I can't drive with my cell…" Bushido's voice wasn't too loud, but Bill could hear the tension in his voice even though he could tell the cell must've been slipping off the man's shoulders.




"I'm there." He mumbled. "The address is…" Bill said a few random numbers and a street name and feeling no regret.


Bushido nodded on the other line and hoarsely told the dark haired male 'bye' and began to find his way to the little apartment.







Tom woke up from his bed in his mother's rented home, he was still living with his mom, but he didn't have much of a choice. He wasn't making enough money to move in his own house, plus his mother gave him company. And loneliness was something Tom never wanted to face. He feared it.


He checked the clock, groaning as he realized how late it was, but remained in bed thinking over the previous night. What was going on? His mother told him never to get involved in drama or anything that would cause him trouble, and he never did. Not in high school, not ever. He always over looked the other students and people with problems in pity, but wondered what it was like. Sure he had girls and groupies, but he didn't feel any emotion toward not even one of them. He never saw them as more than a simple good looking woman, and nothing more. Tom had never ever been in real love; sure he fell in love with their appearance, but their heart? Tom laughed and turned in his bed resting his right hand against his full yet sunken cheek.


That boy at the bar, sure he was a boy, but it didn't concern Tom at all, he found him quite beautiful. He regretted not speaking him to after, and he had completely fallen in love with his child. Tom giggled softly to himself remembering how special and meaningful he felt holding and cupping the infant in his large masculine hands.


The corn haired male slowly closed his eyes and tried to dream. Part of him wanted the boy, Bill he remembers his name, to be safe and live a wonderful life, but the other part was selfish. He wanted to see him again, he strangely wanted to meet him again at the bar again, and he knew that was the only way he would probably ever see him again. Tom swallowed feeling regretful at his thoughts, but tried to shrug it off.


Then he remembered how the black haired boy with the big darkly outlined hazel eyes had stated something about a divorce. Tom cringed, knowing his mother had divorced and even though he was too young, he remembered, and especially remembered the pain she suffered. He didn't want to picture the young parent to go through anything similar and from the looks of it worse.


Tom always tried pulling on a different personality around women and his friends or whatnot, but deep down he was quite a softie or so they said.







Bushido arrived at the apartment complex, walking over to the gate in the front. He let out a displeased sound from the back of his throat and dug into his pocket for his cell phone again. Bill would know the number.




"Bill what is the damned number of this?" Bill sucked on his lips and thought. He tried to remember the numbers Andreas had always punched in, then it clicked in his mind. The apartment complex number was 703 so the code was 7030. Bill giggled to himself at how simple it was.




"7030, my lovely husband." Bill mocked sweetly hoping Bushido didn't hear the mocking in his voice.




Bushido pressed on the numbers, pushing the gate door toward him and entering. He began walking then brought the phone back to his ear.




"Which one?" his voice sounded more impatient and still very weary.




"Number 24. Are you going to take me home?" Bill responded playing with the blankets of his bed. He heard Bushido on the other line saying 'bye', and flipped his cell closed; waiting to hear a knock. He didn't know where Andreas was, probably taking a shower or something, he thought. Bill pushed the phone back into his purse then reached to cradle July in his arms. The idea of last night never crossed his mind not once, but in the back in the mind, he felt no, damn, regret.


Then he heard the door knock on the apartment door, he paused for a second, completely numbed in his position, then stood up, licked his lips, and put July back into the crib.


Bill walked toward the door, and breathed shakily as he rolled the door handle open to see Bushido standing there with a disappointed expression on his tanned face.


"Anis… you actually came." Bill smiled, his cheek bones rising, but then his lips gapped as Bushido's hand swept over his face and he blinked; his smile gone. Bill's legs had been jumped back as he stood there in front of his husband in shock, his hand rubbing his bruised cheek, and tears began welling up in his deep coffee eyes. Bushido was frowning deeply at him, and Bill froze. The younger male was lost for words, and only a couple whimpers and attempts on words emerged from his tackled tongue.


"What's wrong with you?" Bushido questioned in disgust as he looked over Bill's shoulder. "Where's my baby?"


Bill closed his eyes and swallowed, finally regretting his idea, and let go of the hold on his cheek. He turned around quickly then drew his eyes back to the angered eyes of Bushido.


"She's mine too…"


Bushido rolled his eyes, and shoved Bill's shoulder to the side, Bill stumbled but didn't fall.




Bill heard a door close, and looked behind, to see his friend come out with a towel drying his shiny blonde hair and turn his head.


"Heey… What the fuuuck? Anis? Bill what the hell?" Andreas frowned in confusion and watched how Bushido looked at him with a raised eyebrow.


"Andi.. I…" Bill paused, breathing then quickly stated, "I gave him the address."


"What the fuck Bill? I told you not to call him! What's the matter with you?" Andreas felt his entire anger rise into him just when he had relaxed and drowned all his worries for his closest friend during the brief bath.


"Agreed my love. Now, where's my kid?" Bill instantly grabbed onto Bushido's arm knowing Bushido was heading to the guest room. The older male back handed the longer haired boy in the chest. Andreas's eyes widened and tried to react was swiftly as he could.


"You! If you came here to hurt Bill then I can call the police you know?!" Andreas stated running to close the door of guest room. Once he did, he guarded it as Bushido stepped closer to him and tried pulling his white arms away. Andreas was taller than his husband by two inches, with a slight bigger frame, but Bushido had muscle, not height. The eldest looked at the blonde threateningly as he let his hand slide behind and push forward on bleached blonde's back; making him step.


Bill ran to Andreas and helped him up. His friend had a frown on his attractive face.




Bushido looked around the guest room and saw the basket containing their baby. He curled his lips and reached in to hold the awoken infant; he slid a tanned finger down the sides of her neck and sucked his lips into his mouth. He studied her features, how much they reminded of him of Bill's. He didn't want to hate Bill deep in his soul, but there was something that he felt was forcing him to. And this child was his… How could Bill not return home? How dare he run away to this pathetic apartment? Bushido felt his anger again as he thought over the questions.




"Bill, July." Andreas whispered in Bill's ear. Bill's brown eyes widened as he remembered, and walked into the guest room. He walked in quietly and he felt his tears return when he saw his husband cradling his child.


"You didn't even let me name her." Bill frowned, Bushido's voice sounded sincere, Bill hadn't heard it like that in a long time. His German sounded slightly broken; even though it was his first language and only one could he speak completely fluently. Bill swallowed and thought over his husband's statement. You didn't even let me name her. That was – sadly, a fact.


"Anis…" Bill began.


"Don't. I don't want to hear your damned voice say my name, and I don't want to hear your bullshit either." Bill sighed stubbornly and Bushido remained his back facing Bill's and his arms still around the newborn.


"Why… Why'd you do that?" Bushido turned around, barely laughed, but his laugh came out hoarse and stepped toward his pale skinned lover. Bill shuddered as Bushido's shoulder scraped his.


"You did it all." His voice was quiet and held no malice, surprisingly. It sounded flat, and emotionless. Bill closed his eyes and raised his hand to his neck as his husband left the room – with his baby.


Andreas stood in shock as Bushido began pulled the door of the apartment and left, barely making any noise. The bleached blonde boy then frowned, his mouth wide open in confusion and cautiously approached the guest room, to find his friend sitting down on the floor his hands pulling on the carpeted floor.


The blonde male crouched down to his brown eyed friend's level with his hand on his shoulder.


"Bill, he left." He simply stated, quietly, his cerulean eyes attempting to get a view of the pair of hazels of the parent.


Bill shook his head in response and continued to sit there. His eyebrows coming closer together and his face spelled enmity yet hints of wretchedness in it. Andreas drew circles in the thin and frail back of his friend's, as Bill sustained sitting there, and tried closing his eyes. Andreas sighed, he would have to discuss this – and soon.

Eeekkkk sorry for taking so long to update! D:
I did though...

3,147 words.

I know, lack of Mr. Tomi... but trust me, he's like... a main character. XD

I like this chappieeeee...

Comments well appreciated
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Omg Bill is Stupid!