No Real Plans - 3
#1 of No Real Plans
It's midnight, the end of Friday and the start of Saturday, and two hearts are hanging on a delicate balance.
It's eight twenty AM, and a hyena opens his eyes to see his partner. He nudges him awake with a smile.
Raphael?
Hi, sweety.
What did I do last night? Oh god. I'm so sorry, I was shitfaced last night, the headache proves it. I'm so sorry. Did anything happen?
It's eight twenty one AM, and a lie is about to change someone's life.
... Nothing. Nothing happened.
It's eight twenty two AM, and a hyena cries alone in his apartment.
It's eight thirty AM, and a lion wakes up to find his bed empty. He fights back tears, and stands to open the door. As he swings the bedroom door open, he's met with a kiss.
It's eight thirty two AM, and two lovers enjoy a warm breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. A lion and a bear enjoy a warm breakfast in the presence of the one they spent the night with.
It's nine AM, and a bull sits at home in his room, practicing his apology over and over a thousand times. He mutters words under his breath, trying to find the right ones.
It's nine twenty seven AM, and a storm starts up.
It's ten AM, and a bear kisses a lion goodbye as Alex leaves for work.
It's eleven AM, and a hyena pops the cap off of another beer to drown the pain. Maybe his happiness will be at the bottom of the next bottle.
It's one PM, and Theo gets an emergency text.
Help. 911 Apartment
It's one o' five PM, and three red lights are sped past.
It's one eleven PM, and Theo arrives just in time to see Raphael pass out on his living room floor, surrounded by nine empty beer bottles. Theo lays Raphael down flat, and attempts to keep his brain at least awake. He runs a flashlight over his eyes, trying to keep responsiveness up.
It's one thirty PM, and Theo starts crying.
It's two thirty six PM, and after over an hour of worrying and close monitoring, Raphael wakes up. Theo cooks Raphael huge meals, gives him coffee, and instructs him to take a cold shower.
It's four PM, and Theo leaves Raphael.
It's four twenty six PM, and Theo arrives with an extra set of blankets, a pillow, and his basic toiletries.
It's five sixteen PM, and Alex calls Theo.
Where are you?
Raphael's.
Why?
He needs to be watched right now.
I'm coming over.
Bring your own sleeping stuff.
It's five twenty eight PM, and Alex walks in the door with an overnight bag clutched in his arms. Raphael and Theo wave from opposite ends of the couch, watching a movie.
It's six fifty three PM, and Raphael cries at the movie.
What's up?
I had a one-night stand.
That sounds like a good thing.
It's not. He broke my heart.
Oh, come here Raph. I've got you. Shhhhh. It's gonna be alright. I promise.
It's eight PM, and the three of them sit down to eat one of Theo's meals. It's huge. Two of them skipped lunch.
It's nine forty eight PM, and Raph goes to sleep on the couch. Theo picks him up easily, and puts him to sleep in his own bed.
It's eleven fifty nine, and the pair of lovers fall asleep together on the couch.
It's midnight, the end of Saturday and the start of Sunday, and everything is alright again.
Okay. So I opted for a different style of writing this time. More poetic. I like it. What do you guys think of it?
Also, there's a lack of yiff. DON'T HIT.