Chapter Two – Enter the wish and its consequences

Arc sighed tiredly as he took his clothes off. He had been running around the city all day trying to find a job, and unfortunately he hadn't. He was so tired, he didn't even have the energy to go to the kitchen and cook dinner for himself.

His cell phone rang again, and for the fifth time that day Arc didn't bother to see who it was. He knew who it was, and Dick was the last person he wanted to talk to. He forced himself to get up and dragged himself into the kitchen.

He checked in all the cupboards and the fridge, and decided he would settle for a grilled-cheese sandwich or two as dinner. So it was that twenty minutes later he sat down in front of the television carrying a plate with the two sandwiches on it and a glass of orange juice.

His cell phone rang again, and Arc switched it off. He decided that first thing in the morning he would pay a visit to the store where he had bought the thing to get a new one.

Lacking even the energy to eat, Arc drank his orange juice and switched off the television before dragging himself to his bedroom and throwing himself onto his bed. But as soon as he was on the bed, he felt the need to stay awake.

He knew he'd probably dream of his kiss with Dick again, and the sadness that always overwhelmed him in the morning crept up on him now. Arc had no choice but to face the facts: no matter how much he tried to avoid Dick, he missed the blonde.

He missed having him as a friend, he missed dreaming every night of how the blonde would hold him tight at night and he even missed waking up wondering when he'd see him again.

Arc sighed and closed his teary eyes. 'I wish I had never kissed him, and then all of this would've never happened,' he taught. But then he remembered how for the past few weeks he had woken up, feeling Dick's lips against his own, and he realized he wouldn't trade that feeling for anything in the world.

He realized that what he needed was to get over Dick, than maybe he could save his friendship with the blonde. He didn't want to be around the blonde now because he felt it would be awkward for both of them, not to mention painful for him every time Dick's boyfriend would be the subject.

'I wish I could meet someone who'd help me get over Dick,' he thought, just before he fell asleep.

Arc woke up, too tired to even try and stay asleep. He grabbed his towel and opened the door, only to slam it shut immediately. In the hallway, outside of his bedroom, stood a tall and muscular young man with shoulder length light brown hair and hazel eyes in nothing but his boxers!

Arc took a step in the direction of his nightstand to get his cell phone, but he saw it wasn't there and he realized he had left it on the couch in the living room. He heard the doorknob being grabbed and slightly turned, and he immediately threw his weight against the opening door.

"Go away," he screamed, not knowing what else to do.

"I would if I knew where I was," the brown-haired young man said.

"Nice try! What do you think I am, stupid? Just go away before I call the police!"

Arc had no idea how he was going to do that, but he didn't know anything else to say.

"Please, don't! I don't know what I'm doing here, I swear. I just went to bed and I woke up here!"

There was a hint of panic in the young man's voice, but Arc didn't buy it. "Look, just take anything you want and leave, okay? Please!" Arc was getting desperate. What could he do?

"I'm not here to steal anything," was the reply, and Arc panicked.

The guy was walking around in his underwear and he wasn't here to steal! 'O my God, he wants to rape me!' "GO AWAY," he screamed, horrified that something like this could happen to him.

He realized that if the guy wanted to rape him, he'd succeed. Arc was fairly short and slender, a total contrast to the tall and muscular guy. The hazel-eyed young man probably had forty or fifty pounds on him, and Arc wasn't much of a fighter anyhow.

He had fought once, when he was ten, and until now he'd been very proud of that fact. He was a pacifist, and now he wished he wasn't. 'Of course this is happening to me! Why wouldn't it? Everything else went wrong.'

The young man on the other side of the door heard the panic in Arc's voice and he translated it correctly. "I'm not here to steal anything and I'm certainly not here to hurt you. I just…I really don't know how I got here, I swear it on my grandfather's grave!"

Arc didn't answer.

"Look, I get why you're afraid. You wake up to find a half naked guy you don't know in your apartment. I'd be scared too. And I guess I'm asking you to take a leap of faith, to trust me when I say that I'm not here to hurt you or steal anything. I probably wouldn't either. I…I'm sorry. I'd go away if I knew where I was…or if I had some clothes for that matter. I…I'm Trent, by the way."

Immediately Arc's mind went to the only other time he had heard the name Trent. He didn't know why, but he always did that: checking to see how many people he knew with the same name.

Arc gasped. He was a member of an Internet site called , and one of his favourite stories there featured a guy named Trent. A Trent who was tall, muscular and light brown-haired…

This couldn't be! "What is this, a joke? Next you're going to tell me that you have sister called Tanya and that a Greek boy named Niko is staying in your house!"

It was Trent's turn to gasp. "How do you know that?"

Slowly, Arc opened the door. He stared at Trent and realized the boy fit the description perfectly. "I think you need to see this," he said and led Trent into the other room, where he had his computer.

T.B.C.