Out of The Fog Part 2
***The next day
Holding the wrinkled piece of paper with the phone number sloppily written across it, Oliver couldn't help but start day dreaming...
"I can't wait until I get out of this hospital. I also can't wait to meet...what was his name again, oh, Clive. He is so attractive and cute. He makes me feel, almost loved again", thought Oliver as he held the paper to his heart. "But, what if this is just another phony...I don't think I can take that again. I feel like...like if I don't call him, I will miss so much and regret it, but if I do call him and we do become friends or even partners, he could possibly kill me inside again. What do I do?" Oliver felt tears forming in his eyes. He closed his eyes as hard as he could, but it only increased the speed of the tears coming out of his eyes. He looked at himself in a near by window, and just stared into his own pupils looking for an answer. He sniffled and looked away. "I'm calling him..."
***4:30 p.m
Clive had just gone inside; after he noticed his mail had finally come in, and went through all the junk he received on a regular basis. As he sorted through it, he could not stop thinking about that night he had met the fox named Oliver. Then, he was horror stricken and in pain, but now, he felt a large spectrum of difference in his emotions. He felt in love. Only, was it just the fox's story that motivated him to ask the fox to call him so early? Had he just said that so Oliver wouldn't harm himself again? Or, did he do it because he actually wanted to get to know Oliver better? Two of those answers made him regret doing that, but, he still held true to the act that he did want to get to know Oliver better, and possibly make up for his almost killing him the night before. On top of all that though, he did like Oliver's physical appearance, and before he even knew he was gay he was checking him out. But, now that he knew he was, he could see this working out...
The phone rang with its same monotone jingle, and Clive ran to his phone eager to see if it was his new crush calling him. Lucky it was...
"Hey, is this Clive?" said Oliver.
"Yeah. What's up Oliver?"
"Not too much," he laughed a bit because he was sitting in a hospital all day, "So, what um... oh, do you want to meet up somewhere?"
"Sure! So, where do you want to go and when?"
"Well, seeing as I'm out of a house, how about your place now?" said Oliver with a very sad sarcastic tone.
"Oh, that's right... well...I can come get you at the hospital now if you want?" Clive said remembering the situation.
"Yeah, see you soon." said Oliver shyly.
"Okay, see you cutie" said Clive shocked at himself for saying that out of the blue. Oliver blushed and smiled, while Clive hated himself for saying that. They both hung up, only Clive looked down and Oliver held the phone on his chest and looked up, never feeling this happy in his life.
***4:15 p.m
Clive pulled up to the front of the hospital in his red Mustang. He looked everywhere for Oliver and could not see him. He jumped though as he heard the car door slam next to him on the passenger side. Somehow, Oliver managed to sneak into his still busted up car without making a sound.
"I recall sitting here once," he smiled weakly at Clive who smiled very shyly back remembering what he said as he hung up the phone. "Oh, don't worry about it. I think you are cute to," Oliver giggled and Clive blushed a bit.
"I need to ask you something serious," Clive said as he was driving towards his house, "Do you really have no where to stay?"
"Unfortunately so. Why?"
"Well, would you want to stay with me until this all goes away? I would feel horrible knowing, with you still recovering, that you had no where to rest."
"You would do that for me?" asked Oliver hugging Clive's arm.
"How else could I repay you for hitting you with my car? Maybe, we might get to know each other better to."
"Thank you so much, I love you," excitedly said Oliver. Clive hadn't heard the words 'I love you' in a long time so it shook him a little to hear them again. He had a boyfriend a while back...but it ended badly. "When we get to your house, what do you want to do?"
"I thought we could maybe just talk and sort things out you know?"
"Alright, well, can I turn up the C.D you have playing?"
"Yeah, blast it!" said Clive as he heard his favorite song. It was 'High Anxiety' by the Suicide Machines.
"oh my god I love this song!!!"
Well, turns out we do have something in common, our music tastes. Things were looking bright compared to the previously dim scenario.