Hope and Dreams part 19
#19 of h+D
here we go with the speedy release. now just to be clear.
NO MORE PUPPY DOG EYES FROM ANY OF YOU!!!! lol
It was strange getting up for school the next day. Even though it had only been a few days, so much had happened it felt like an eternity. According to Vincent he hadn't missed much. A few homework's, a little drama, some notes he'd happily put through the copier that morning. That now left the few classes Isaac and Vincent didn't share teachers for.
But his dream haunted Isaac that morning. He knew he would have to face his fears. He would have to tell Squall how he felt now and that he didn't need him anymore. He dreaded that moment, knowing he would avoid it for a long time.
To top off the awkward, Mrs. Cowell was rather quiet that morning; she still smiled, but seemed more distracted then happy Isaac was back. Isaac assumed later it was because Mr. Cowell had told her Vincent might be gay, further crushing Isaac under the dark thought of her not approving or something. The idea never really even a factor in Isaac's mind.
Breakfast was delicious, but Isaac barely touched it for a while, poking at it, taking nibbles, and then Vincent walked in, shining a light on Isaac's morning. Vincent was his. His trophy, his lover, his soul mate. They talked, ate and then they drove off for their Friday, leaving all the foul fears and dark thoughts in the wake of the cars dust. Isaac and Vincent had little conversation that morning, instead they exchanged looks of affection, virtually destroying any other dark thought that still managed to cling to Isaac's inner mind. Or at least pushing it temporarily out of the way. It was clear they both knew the other loved them, and that the other knew. They were a thing now, a couple, connected by much more than the average high school couple, and they didnt need the spoken word to prove it.
"So how's this gonna work?". Isaac asked him straight up. "Are we gonna announce it to the public, or do you still want to seem straight?". He didn't sound hurt or offended by the idea in the least, because to be honest Isaac wasn't. He didn't need people to think of Vincent as gay if he didn't want it. Vincent being sad or picked on like he had was a fear of Isaac's, he would never push that on another having experienced it first hand.
"Well I was just gonna wing it". Vincent shrugged. "I'm not gonna stand up on a table and kiss you as we walk in, but if someone asks if we're together I probably won't deny it". He said truthfully, in the morning phase where what you think is what you say, no dressing it up or sugar coating it.
"Probably?. Way to go". Isaac laughed.
"Well you know what I mean". Vincent countered, getting back to driving.
"I don't actually. Enlighten me". It was a playful tease and Vincent saw it, but still blushed heavily, his face looking.....shy.
"Well......". Vincent started, beginning to blush beneath his fur. "You know, if Jeromy asks I'll throw it in his face, but if some girl asks it'll be casual".
Isaac raised a single eyebrow and scoffed. "Umm, I got that, but honestly that didn't really answer my question. Will we be telling people?. Or will we just admit to it?". He asked again, taking off his seatbelt to get his coffee, making a note he was literally on his last $9.50. "I don't want to force the decision on you. Being publically gay is hard".
"I'm cool with it". Vincent assured with a grin. "And to answer your question, I guess, yeah we can tell people". He said with a smile, then he pulled a voice to show he was joking. "And since when did we agree to dating?".
Isaac stepped out of the car and smiled. "Since you cried when I got home and told me you loved me".
"I never said that I loved you". Vincent noted with a playful smile.
"But you didn't deny it just now teddy. Nor did you deny crying". Isaac retorted, claiming his victory. "Are you up to the consequences of telling people?". He asked again. "Because, I don't know, I just don't want to push it on you".
Vincent looked at him, putting on a brave face and nodded. Isaac smiled, going to get his coffee.
Karrie made a face at him as soon as he entered. "And where have you been?. I made your usual the past 3 days and no Isaac. What the heck man?". She smiled, walking away. "Now the day I don't make it you show up. Unbelievable". She teased.
"Make it a small". Isaac shouted back. "I'm low on coffee money".
She looked at him. "Sure, but hello...that rant was meant to get you explaining yourself".
Isaac grinned as she met him at the counter with his coffee. "Won't your manager care if you patronize you customers?". He paid her, her face contorted in annoyance and future revenge.
"But if you must know, I kinda ran away from home". Isaac took a certain joy from her shock. He knew it was totally against his character.
"How does one KINDA do that?. Wait a better question, how did YOU do that?!. No offence but you haven't been to the gym that long, I think I could take you". She didn't add a fighting stance or any sign it was a joke, just a grin that screamed 'I dare you to deny it', and took a drink of her own coffee.
Isaac couldn't deny it though and thought desperately for a comeback. He grinned and waited for her to take a big sip. "I can't win, but you can't beat up my boyfriend". He said as a matter of factly.
As expected, Karrie spat up a little coffee on the counter, coughing. "When did this happen?. And I don't think I know a buff gay around here, and I'm supposing internet boyfriends don't count, so you must be pulling my chain".
"I don't know a buff gay either, but my bi star quarterback would be tough to beat, even for you". It felt so good to say it. Isaac's negative thoughts from earlier vanished. He knew he needed to see Squall soon, but for the moment he was fine with this. He was fine with having pride. It was beautiful to be proud of yourself and what you had.
Her jaw dropped. "Vincent's bi?". She said in a serious whisper, looking at the car with a look of disbelief and disappointment. "Lucky bitch, you're not that good. I don't believe you".
"Were'nt you the one saying 'No guy knows what he wants!?'". Isaac asked with a grin, putting his coffee on the counter and walking out to the car, opening the door. "Can you step inside real quick?". He asked a confused Vincent.
"Umm, sure. Something wrong?". Asked the bear, turning off the car.
"Not really, Karrie just wants to meet you. Says you just sit in the car and should come in". Issac noted his reluctance. "She won't bite!. Come on".
Isaac walked in first. "Don't bite". He demanded in a serious tone, getting a grin and surrender from Karrie.
Vincent walked in all awkward, Isaac waving him over. "Karrie, Vincent; Vincent, Karrie".
"Hey". Vincent managed, walking over slowly. Isaac was absolutely shocked, was he being shy?. Was his over the top, confident friend really a social softy?. Isaac grinned to himself, realizing how adorable 'lost' Vincent looked.
"Hey Vincent, how are things on your part. Or better yet, I'll just get to the point. Are you really with THIS kid?. I mean really, that seems wrong or off or something". Isaac smiled, that was Karrie, straight to the point. "I'm not homophobic or anything". She raised a paw. "Bi. I just can't see star quarterback and....Isaac, together".
Vincent blushed, but put his arm across Isaac's chest from behind and pulled him in; it was awkward and tentative, but very appreciated. Isaac basked in the heat, the contact he craved so much. He actually shivered at the moment. It was real. Before it was just a solid idea, but everyone knows a solid, physical example before your very eyes is far better than any idea.
"But to clarify I'm also Bi". Vincent threw in, a certain sound in the word 'bi' suggested he hadn't said it before with the weight of self-labeling. But he'd said it now.
"Yeah, yeah, you're with a man now though so you're unobtainable at the moment. God! All the fuckin' hot ones!. Gay". She smiled, showing she was a good sport. "But congrats, don't forget your coffee lover boy".
"I won't". Issac beamed, leading them out. They got in the car and continued the drive. "Feel better to say it out loud?". Isaac asked, nervous it was a bit too much for the bear to handle at once. "Cause we can keep it on the down low for a while if you want. Until you're comfy in your own skin". Isaac flashed back to the dream, uncertainty flashed throughout his whole mind again. "You do love me right?. I realize that has never been said...I'm not being pushy?".
Vincent turned to him, stopping at a red light. Issac almost died at the look of pain in his eyes, it meant so much to him too. "Issac, of course I love you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, but I didn't see that until you were gone and I'm sorry I made you wait. I want to be with you and I want everyone to know we're together so it's all out on the table". He paused. "But waiting for Monday would be appreciated". He added. "Until I can say Bi without looking like a dope".
Isaac smiled. "Whatever you want to do, everyone knows I'm Bi already".
"Yeah!, but you deserve to let everyone you know your with me". He added, genuinely concerned. "Just know you'll be able to tell everyone soon. Ok?".
Vincent stared at him, their faces so close Isaac could smell breakfast in his breath. They eyed each others lips, leaning in slowly. It was all instinct, neither saying a word, Vincent's strong but gentle arm found its way around Isaac's head and caressed it as the impending first real kiss approached.
But alas.
Isaac growled in his throat, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. It completely ruined the moment. He huffed, looking up at the bear who smiled at their luck, and pulling his phone from his pocket. It was a call....From the hospital.
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Squall got up from the floor, his head dizzy, and his stomach feeling like crap. Damn that felt good, one pill used to make him need a good jerk and made it so easy. Three brought him to the floor from the pure ecstasy of his hard on hitting his boxers.
"Super sensitive". He said with a grin, but soon realized how late it was. He got up and went downstairs to get some food. Even before he made it to the stairs he was thinking of Isaac and his own screw-ups. The 'take your mind off of it' sexual overdose hadn't helped in the long run.
He sat on the stairs for a while, wallowing in his self-pity and depression.
Day 1: Hated by your son, hurt just as much, if not more than Day 1: Of restraining order from your girlfriend.