Thanks a lot for all your feedback!! I hope you like this chapter too. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Brian’s POV I was still a bit flabbergasted when another guy came out of the apartment next to mine. He had a violin in his hand. So I guess that was the boyfriend. But fuck, why was such a hottie like the blonde together with such a greasy looking SOMETHING? I didn’t get it. When I was a child, I had a rat that was even cuter. “Did something happen?” The guy asked. “And where is Justin?” Justin? Hmm, was that the blonde’s name? I turned around, but the hottie was gone already. Well, then I had to wait for him coming back. He he. “I’m Brian, your new neighbor, by the way. And you are the wonderful fid…violin player?” I gave weasel-boy a dazzling smile. And he immediately fell for it. He blushed and looked almost shyly to the ground. And suddenly I had an idea! I could pretend to be weasel-boy’s biggest fan! So I could be around him - AND Justin all the time. Sooner or later the blonde wouldn’t be able to resist me anymore. I just had to stay in presence often enough. Okay, maybe it was not nice to use the fiddler and snap his boyfriend up. But I WASN’T nice. A lot of people called me an asshole. Therefore… “I’m Ethan. And yes, I’m the violin player. Do you like my music? I hope I haven’t been so loud. Did I annoy you?” Yes! Yes! “No, of course not. On the contrary.” I smiled some more. “I’d love to hear more of your music. You can consider me a fan.” “My first fan? Great!! Oh I mean, I already have fans. Justin for example. But most people misconceive my talent. I guess, I have to practice more often.” NO! Please, don’t do that!! “Ahm, sure. So…“ I trailed off, not quite sure what to tell him now. But he made it easy for me. “Do you want to come in? I could play the symphony that I have written myself.” He asked excitedly. I guess, he really didn't have that many fans. Justin’s POV I was so mad at this guy that I was still mumbling under my breath in the grocery store. I was mad that he bumped into me, that he didn’t even tell me his name but immediately thought he could screw me (Hello? Do I have a sign on my forehead, “Fuck me hard I need it” or something like that?!!) I was mad that he ignored that I had a boyfriend - and I was mad that he was the hottest man I have ever seen. Damn, for a tiny second I had even thought about his offer. I must be crazy! I angrily shook my head and grabbed the first bottle of wine that I saw. It was pretty cheap. So I guess the wine was not that good. But it contained a lot of alcohol. And I needed that tonight. We had planned a romantic dinner. That always meant, Ethan would be fiddling for hours. Urgh. So alcohol sounded good. Brian’s POV God! Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh, why did I do that to myself???? This fiddling would destroy my drumhead, that was for sure. I was sitting here at the couch while weasel Ian created some squeaky sounds. And I smiled bravely. I even applauded from time to time. Although I rather had used my hands for something else - like strangle him. Finally, finally, he put that damn violin away. Then he came over and sat down next to me. “So Brian, what do you think? Am I as good as Paganini?” He asked with a smeary grin. And suddenly I had a hand on my thigh. Help! It was not HIM who I wanted to make fall in love with me!! But it became even worse. “Oh Brian, I’m sooo happy that you like my music.” He whispered when somebody suddenly opened the door. “What’s going on here?” Justin asked angrily.