The owner of the appartment building, named Jacob Pitts, opened his front door that morning and smiled brightly at the sunlight streaming through the roomy stair-well's window. He stepped outside into the close, and walked leisurely down the hall, until he reached the only other pent-house appartment, which took up the half of the floor his didn't.
Knocking on the door, Jake balanced on his heels, whistling a little tune. Not hearing anything, he shook his head softly, shaking his head of long, black hair, and took out a key. Pushing the brass key into the lock, he jiggled it and opened the door. Stepping into the thresh-hold, Jake gently closed the door behind him and stepped into the spaceous appartment.
It was a beautiful living space, the walls painted a soft cream and all the colors neutral, giving the place a nice, homey feel. Seeing a figure swaddled in blankets lying on the plush, fabric sofa, he smiled fondly, walking over. The figure emitted soft snores, curled up in the foetal position hugging a sofa cushion tightly to their chest, which their arms and legs were wrapped around.
Jake dropped down in front of the person and cupped their pale, ice-cold cheek softly, as though they were made of porcelain, which their skin did suggest. The figure slowly opened their tired, powder blue eyes, which put the bright sky shining boldly through the glass wall to shame. "Mornin' Andy," Jake said softly, dropping a kiss onto their forehead. "You OK?"
The person shifted a little bit, and yawned. He licked his dry, cracked lips, and smiled tiredly, "Good morning. Could you...?" Jake nodded, slipping his large hands under Andy's shoulders, lifting him into a sitting position. Noticing a troubled look appearing in his friend's eyes, he frowned.
"You OK, baby?"
Andy sighed, his brow furrowing. His hands balled into fists, clutching at his blanket so tightly that it looked like his hands would snap. "I wanted to go to work yesterday...but my boss refused to let me...if I can't work, I can't get a pay...I can't pay my ren-"
Jake cut him off. "Baby, you're like a son to me, you know I'll let you stay. It's your flat as far as I'm concerned." He smiled fondly, gently flattening Andy's hair.
Andy smiled sadly, "Thanks, Jake." He rested his head in the nook of Jake's neck for a moment, sighing contently. "It's nice to have visitors...I get lonely."
"Oh, shut up," Jake said playfully. "I visit you everyday, so does CC. Now, get dressed, we're going out." Jake stood up, carefully pulling Andy into a standing position.
Andy paused to wrap the blanket around his slender figure, "Where?" He tilted his head to the side, eyes questioning.
Jake smiled. "It's a secret, just trust me OK?" He said, eyes flitting to Andy's sweat pants and t-shirt that was five sizes to big.
Andy began pulling his t-shirt off, completely at ease in front of his best friend. He disappeared into his room for a minute, but then appeared in the doorway, holding two graphic tee's in his hands. "Metallica or Misfits?" He asked.
"'Tallica, dude. Wear your KISS belt, though, you'll need it...everything's hanging off you, now," Jake said, his voice thickening. Andy looked up and his eyes softened, as did his smile.
"Everything's gonna be OK, Jake," he said quietly. He pulled a pair of black skinnies, and laced a KISS belt through them. Silence reigned for a moment before Andy smiled, "Hey, when's Chuppy due?" He sat down at his dressing table and began dabbing foundation at the dark circles under is eyes, mouth curled upwards in distaste.
Jake's face immediately melted into a big grin that spread onto his face, "A month. Can you believe it?"
"No, I can't." Andy grinned. "You thought of names, yet?" He started ringing black kohl around his bright blue eyes, making them stand out even more.
Jake walked over to him and began brushing Andy's mane, before taking out a flat iron. "Yeah...we thought..." he sighed, straightening Andy's thick, black hair. "That's the problem...the only name we could think of was Andy."
Andy turned in his seat and beamed. "I'm honoured...just...tell them about me, will you? That I loved them."
"Andy, you have to think-"
"No." Andy cut him off, standing up. "Jake, stop pretending that everything's gonna be fine, Jake! I have fucking cancer! I'm going to die! Get it through your head! No amount of 'positive thinking' or fucking 'treatment' is going to change that!
"I got the fucking call, Jake! It's TERMINAL." As soon as Andy had said it, he clamped his hand to his mouth. "Shit," he muttered. Jake's mouth was hanging open.
They both heard a pained gasp and looked at the doorway, where a very pregnant CC stood. His hand was over his mouth, and his chocolate eyes were wide and watery.
"Chuppy," Andy whispered, extending a hand towards the man who now had tears running down his cheeks.
CC shook his head, backing away, his hands supporting the bump that protruded from his stomach. "Andy...nonono..." CC stumbled out of the room.
Jake gave Andy a sigh before running after his fiance. Andy stared after them for a second, before hearing a door slam. came back through, and sat down on Andy's bed, looking hurt. "CC locked me out, said he wants time to himself," he explained. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked with a small voice.
"I didn't mean to," Andy whispered thickly. "Tell you at all, I mean...you're so happy, I'm ruining it for you."
Jake faultered. "You're my best friend, Andy. I'm always going to be here for you, always." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Now...let's not think about that, today, OK? Are you ready?"
Andy fluffed up his hair and nodded.
"Yeah, let's go."