He watches as his former lover gives their new collegue a 'knowing' look. The look that means, 'I love you with all my heart and I'll never leave you, or let anyone else have you.' He knows himself, Eric Delko had been giving him the looks, not to long ago. Until that faithful- wait I mean, unfaithul, night. He could still remember it clear in his head.
Speed waits up for Eric on the sofa, lying down. He comes home late everynight; but he always puts his clothes in the washer. Now that's unusual for someone like Eric, so he was determind to find out what was going on. A sentance came to mind, recently said by his mother, "Timmy, honey. I know you don't like what I'm going to say..But baby, he's going to break your heart. He'll probably cheat on you or something. But if he ever does; you can come to me, ok? I completely understand, your father was like Eric too." His mother told him the signs of cheating, and now...It was happening. 'The coming home late's; the putting the clothes in the washer; the blocking him out'; the hardly any date's.' When his mother's tellings finally came to mind, he nearly cried. So when he hears the lock in the door turn, he quickly sits up and stares at the hours-old-untouched coffee on the coffee table. He quickly looks up at the clock- 2:30AM. Wow. That's...That's late. Even for Eric. The door closes, and he hears a gasp, he turns around and sees Eric.
"Timmy!" Eric says, frantically. Speed can see the panicked look in Eric's eyes, and he was ovbiously not expecting him to be up now.
"Delko." Speed says, coldly; glaring intensly at him. He can see the sweat forming on Delko's forehead, he should use the interrogating technique.
"T-ti-im-my!" Eric says; ovbiously not looking at Speed. Anger flashes through him; he has nerve to cheat- but not even look him in the eye? He starts interrogating.
"Don't, Delko. Just don't. Right; evidence. Cheating evidence. Right, where shall we start? Oh I know, you coming home late. Everynight. Putting your clothes in the washer, that you have worn to go out. Everynight. No dates, anymore." He said, snapping- on the verge of a breakdown. He could feel it. When Delko says nothing, he turns to the door. When his hand is on doorknob- he is flung down onto the floor, by a punch to his cheek. It hurt so much, tears began to roll down his face. He kept his gaze to the floor, tenderly touching his left cheek. He hears a gasp, the same gasp he heard before.
"Oh my god, Tim..I'm so sorry..." Delko says, tears rolling down his face. He reaches out to touch Speed, and he just flinches away from the touch; sniffling. He gets up, swaying a bit.
"D-delko? Y-you...you just h-h-h..hit me. I'm going to my mothers, and I don't think I'll be coming back." He says shakingly, and moves towards the door. He opens it and feels a fresh start. He hops on his Ducati, ignoring Delko's pleas. He just turns on the engine and speeds away. Hoping to start again.
When the new kid, Ryan Wolfe started, everyone had been hooked. Hell; even he liked the kid. He wasn't suprised when Ryan and Delko told everyone they had started a relationship. He was suprised at the sympathy glances to him from his others co-workers though.
That was the new start he needed, his ex-lover, finding a new lover. He could finally move on. The memory of that night still lay in his mind- but he was determind to forget about it.
