Hi. I was in the mood to write another (hopefully) funny story. I'm just not quite sure yet if it will be a long story or if it will have 2 till 3 chapters only.... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Justin’s POV I was pretty contend to be with Ethan. He was sweet, romantic, he loved me and always tried to coddle me. And well, he wasn’t too bad looking either. There was only one problem. I couldn’t stand his music. He thought his fiddling was romantic. But I hated it. I wanted to grab this damn violin and throw it out the window or hold my lighter to it. But I knew that Ethan would probably be very mad with me then. And I’m peaceable. I didn’t want a fight, especially not over such a stupid piece of wood. “Do you think I’m good enough?” My boyfriend interrupted his fiddling. And finally my ears got some recovery. For a while at least. “Yeah, yeah.” I mumbled, hoping that he wouldn’t practice anymore. But he seemed to be determined to torture me some more. “No, I’m not grandiose yet. I think I have to repeat the symphony in B-major.“ Great. Maybe I shouldn’t be so nice and pacific anymore? I should tell him that I HATED his music. Especially when he used it as a foreplay. After it I wasn’t even in the mood for sex anymore. And he was already wondering if I was prude. Bah. Maybe I should run away. Well, at least till to the grocery store across the street, or better to the other side of the city. “Hey Eth, I think we still need some wine for our romantic dinner.” With these words I was out of the door before he could even close his mouth. Brian’s POV Damn! This music was getting on my nerves! It was my first day in the new apartment and I already wished I had never moved in that house. The walls here were way too thin. There was no way that I could ignore this terrible fiddler. Even cats sang better. I tried to stay calm. Really. After all I didn’t want to annoy my neighbors at the first day already. (I could do that later) But fuck, even I had a pain barrier! I had to stop this. I angrily ran out to the hallway. And bumped violently into a blonde guy. Awww shit. I rubbed my head, thinking that I might be in heaven already. The boy in front of me looked like an angel at least. Well, a mad angel, unfortunately. “What the fuck… Can’t you pay attention?!” If eyes could kill, I would be dead by now. “I’m sorry, but this music…” I started, but he immediately interrupted. “Well, this talented fiddler is my boyfriend. Do you have a problem with his music?” Hmm, that almost sounded sarcastically. But I was not sure how he meant it. Did he like the music or didn’t he? Well, I didn’t really care. I was more worried about the fact that he had a boyfriend. Did this mean I couldn’t get into his pants? But hey, I was Brian Kinney, my second name was “Mr. I fuck everybody I want“. (Or something like that) So I couldn’t help myself. I immediately tried to seduce him. “Hmm, do you want to come to my apartment? I could offer you something to drink. I mean, because I ran over you. See it as a compensation. And then I can show you my music.” I whispered in a sexy voice and tried to undress him with my eyes. And I hoped he understood what exactly I meant with “music”. Okay, okay, that saying was a bit stupid, but the guys usually didn’t mind my patter. Well, other than this guy. “Are you trying to make a move at me? Hey, what didn’t you understand? Are you dumb or deaf? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!” He yelled, mumbling something about “He must have bats in the belfry.“ (Guess, he means me not the boyfriend) - and then he went away. Huh? I couldn’t believe it! That never happened to me before. Somebody who refused me? No, I couldn’t accept that. I had to find another tactic to drag him into my bed.