Dear Red,

A magazine lay open on a granite kitchen counter, the pages threatening to turn in the wind that twisted its way through the sky coloured curtains and into the small suburban home.
The particular pages which happened to be open were of just another one of those weekly 'Ask Us' columns – where you asked dear old Judith about your hair, or quizzed Mary about what was wrong with your man. Though this particular "wise and knowledgeable" being was not called Judith or Mary, but instead had his readers (yes, you read that right his) call him Red.

Red as you can probably guess didn't write for another one of those gossip rags, instead his section was smack dab in the middle of an alternative magazine, aimed at idealistic young people.
"Ask Red" the bold red heading screamed, daring you to ask anything you could think of – and Red would answer, in his own sarcastic, witty way of course.

The past few weeks have been entertaining for Red's readers, with a seemingly endless questioning from one particular reader - as Red has never been more useless in this situation.
The first question, so short and seemingly insignificant was sneaked onto the bottom of the page one week...

Dear Red,
My problem is this: I am completely in love with my best friend but too shy and afraid to tell him. (P.S We are both male.) What can I do?
From Best friend of a sex god.

Then with Red's reply tacked on to the end,

Dear Best friend of a sex god,
This best friend sounds like me – I'm a sex god ;) Haha. But moving on to your problem... drop hints and try gauge his reaction to see how he might take it. I know this is more serious sounding than my other letters, as I would normally say something like 'Jump him and ask questions later', but I'm in the same sort of situation: my best friend is a totally hottie, but he's as straight as a ruler - so I do not stand a chance. But I wish you luck with your friend (future boyfriend?)
From Red.

It was assumed that as was standard, that was the end of that, case closed, nothing more to see here...
But this was in fact not the case, for the following week was a response (the first response back from a questioner ever featured in the magazine actually),

Dear Red,
I've tried dropping hints but he's as thick as a brick, meaning: NOTHING GETS THROUGH! I even started feeling him up one time when I was feeling particularly bold... and he thought I was trying to start a wrestling match! So pretty much, been there done that, doesn't work. Any other suggestions? Seriously if I can't work something out I probably will jump him one day.
(P.S You know there ARE bendable rulers right?)
From Best friend of a sex god.

Dear Best friend of a sex god,
I say JUMP HIM then! If I could think of anything better to do I'd have already tried it with my friend. I suggest you get him drunk, fuck him, then at least you've been with him. The next morning admit you're totally in love with him and he's either going to freak out or love you back (Or you'll just end up being friends again). If he freaks he's an asshole and not worth your time. (P.S That is a possibility but I doubt it.)
From Red.

At this point the readers were wondering if perhaps this was going to be a continuous thing, or maybe if this was just a set up, something else to get the readers hooked to Red's section. But regardless, the entertainment continued...

Dear Red,
… you're no help at all. 1) That's a horrible idea, and 2) He doesn't drink. This is hopeless.
From Best friend of a sex god.

Dear Best friend of a sex god,
Well sorry. I didn't know. Uhm... don't give up Kid. I'll make you a deal... you confess to your friend I'll confess to mine. If it fails we can both go out and get drunk in mourning of our loss, but at least we'll finally know.
From Red.

Then suddenly after the third week, as the readers were gripping their magazines in anticipation for the following weeks, wondering what would happen (to both the questioner, and Red), there was no more heard from 'best friend'. It just... ended.

What the readers didn't get to experience was seeing an uncharacteristically nervous redhead shuffling his feet on a welcome doormat, nervously staring at a door, usually so welcoming, which now seemed so foreboding in light of what he was about to do.
They didn't get to see the way his hand shook as he knocked quickly on the door, unsuccessfully trying to hide his nerves.

Nor see the lithe blonde teen, who gnawed on his bottom lip, fiercely debating with himself as he held his mobile in his hand, staring at the number on screen, to call or not to call.
Saved by the door... or so he thought.

And the readers definitely didn't get to share that moment between the two young men, as the redhead stuttered out a jumbled up love confession, shutting his eyes not wanting to see how his best friend would react...
Missing the way the shorter boys blue eyes lit up in hope, before he shyly edged closer, to stand on his toes and kiss that surprised, lovely, redhead right on his lips, pulling back only to whisper a confession of his own.
That moment was for those two alone.

A/N: Crossing my fingers that I can finally scream, "I'm back baby, and better than ever!"
I've honestly lost count of how long I've found myself unable to write easily, definitely a painfully long time though. Finally. FINALLY I'm sitting here, with a new story (well drabble-ish thing really) which I can submit. Oh this is a glorious moment for me, honestly it is.
I am desperately hoping that the future will only bring more, longer stories for me to share with you~