Rick was in his bedroom, quietly reading a nudie mag, minding his own business. He could have been at the protest being held downtown, but, he didn't like crowds. At least that was his excuse.
Mike and Neil went to the shops to pick up some food. Not much, but enough to keep them surviving for the week, at least.
Vyvyan was in the hallway, chopping up the wall with a small hand axe. He'd decided earlier that morning that the wall needed a giant hole. It would add a lot to the room.
Suddenly, the axe came flying through the wall, and stuck itself into the spot right beside Rick's head.

He looked at it incredulously and threw the magazine aside as he jumped up.
"Vyvyan!" He screamed frantically.

"Yeah, Rick?" Vyvyan asked innocently, his head poking through the new hole.
"What do you think you're doing?" Rick asked, placing his hands on his hips.
"Decorating."
"Decorating?! Decorating!? Is this what you call decorating?!" Rick asked, his voice raising with each word.

Vyvyan grinned and nodded, then walked right through the wall, creating an even bigger hole.
"Don't you like it?" he asked, grinning proudly.
Rick glared at him. How could this orange haired moron be so daft as to think he'd enjoy a giant missing piece of wall. A missing piece of privacy to his room, even!
"No I don't like it!" He shrieked.
Vyvyan's grin remained in place. "you're cute when you're angry."
Rick began to shout a response, but completely forgot what it was as soon as Vyyan's words sunk in.
He looked at Vyvyan with wide eyes. "Pardon me?"
"You heard me" Vyvyan said simply. He wasn't about to repeat it.
Rick smiled shyly and twisted one of his pigtails with his finger.
"Really, you think so?"
Vyvyan smirked and kissed him.

"You such a fag."
"I know.