Hey, everybody. Its been a while since I posted anything. This slash fic was mainly inspired by Hoyt on the television show True Blood, but to understand you, you will of had to have read the Sookie Stackhouse novels, of which the show is based. But basically, recapping, throughout the books, Hoyt and Jason sort of fade apart, Jason dates Crystal and Hoyt dates Holly, and Jason gets a new best friend, a werepanther, named Mel, who is secretly in love with Jason (that part I didn't make up). From Hoyt's point of view. Thanks, and er, review?

I think I finally hate Jason. I think I really do. I wish he'd... never met me. Obviously, I ain't good enough for him. Not a good enough friend. Not a good enough shoulder. He left me for Crystal. She hurts him, he comes back to me, and is mad 'cause I have someone else now? Honestly, that ain't my problem. I was a good friend. Loyal. I always picked him up when he stayed the night at some chick's house and she drove. I always stopped by the Quick and Stop and got him a muffin when he was running in late to work. I was available when he wanted a beer. I was always on time. He rarely was. And now I have to see him, all the time, with Mel Hart. What does Mel have that I ain't got?

... What does Jason have that I don't? Why can't I find one fucking good friend? You know, its funny, really. Holly dumped me, and I wanted to call Jason and piss about it, but I realized... I couldn't. All those nights of comforting him. Of not saying anything because he didn't want to talk. But of being there. For him. And now he's gone, and what do I have?

Nothing.

I want another beer. I look up for the waitress... and see Mel, sitting there alone, in a booth, across from me, drinking his beer. He probably just realized Jason ain't coming to see him. He probably just realized he's been wasting his time. Mel Hart. He's so obvious. He's fucking in love with Jason and he thinks Jason's gonna go for him? Some thirty something panther fag who hangs around, hoping for Jason to call?

Well, shit. Minus the panther part and you basically got me. I ain't no fag, but... maybe if a man had ever wanted me I could be. When you're friends with Jason, the thought occurs every once in a while. Mel is in the same boat I'm in. I stand, walking up to the bar and getting another beer. But I order two and I bring one over to Mel.

"This seat taken?" I ask. I don't know why the fuck I even bother. Mel's sights are set on people like Jason, not like me. I ain't no handsome, desired, bachelor. I live with my mother, have no life, and am a virgin at thirty-one. Mel at least is comfortable with his life, and proud of who he is. He looks at me. He says nothing. I sigh. "I'm Hoyt. Guess you forgot. I'm Jason's friend."

He smiles, his smile confused and hurt, and fake. "I know who you are, but, why are you talking to me?"

"Cause we got something in common, that's the reason," I sit.

"That Jason doesn't care about either of us?" he asks bitterly, and with a voice full of self-loathing.

"No. We both... are sittin' here, having a few beers, enjoying each others company," I whisper, pushing the beer to him and taking a swig of mine.

He gives me a genuine smile. Its real pretty. Then he sips the beer, and says, "I'll get the next round."