Title : If I Can't Have You 2/?
Fandom : Queer As Folk Rating : PG-13 Spoilers : None, pre-QAF Characters: Stuart/Vince, plus other crappy little original characters belonging to me ;) Feedback : Yes please ( mekare@ntlworld.com
Disclaimer : Stuart and Vince are not mine *sigh*.no copyright infringement intended.
"And, and, Stuart doesn't even say anything to the bloke, he just-" Vince took a brief pause to chew his food as little as was necessary and take a swig from his glass, ".he just gives him this look, right and then the guy doesn't say anything, he only looks at his shoes and apologises! I was just standing there, like, oh my god! And there was this other guy who started taking the piss because he th-" "Alright love, slow down." Hazel rolled her eyes and interrupted, smiling. "Sorry," Vince replied apologetically, taking another drink, "It's just that, well, I've never had anybody around school who ever really wanted to be my friend.I mean, see Ben and all that, they're all right, but Stuart.he really listens, you know?" "I'm glad you're happy and everything, but how's everything else at school besides Stuart?" "Oh, everything's fine." "How's that stuff you've been struggling with in maths?"
"All sorted!" Vince smiled proudly, "'Cause Stuart has done that topic before, in his old school, so he showed me what to do. I've helped him out with the English assignment in exchange though. He hasn't got the first clue about how to right a paragraph plan, so he just didn't bother.then he got stuck at what to write and came whining about it. Once we got it sorted, he was fine." "So when do I get to meet him, hmm? You want to invite him over for Thursday?" "Yeah!! Yeah, that'd be great.I'll ask him tomorrow." "All right.do me a favor and take our dishes in, will you?"
The next day, Stuart and Vince were having soup in the cafeteria, and Stuart was telling Vince about his old school. "Jerks...all of them. Complete and utter morons. Well, I suppose there were a few decent ones, but even they got dull after a bit. I've been here a week now.I like it - Friendlier people. Just.nicer in general." He stared at Vince for a few seconds until he began to feel uncomfortable. "SO!" he started "Um, what are you doing tomorrow?" "Nothing so far, why? You got something planned?"
"No, not really." Vince fidgeted, swirling his spoon around his soup. "I was sorta wondering if maybe you wanted to come over for tea tomorrow? Chat a bit, do some homework?" Stuart paused before he responded, leaving Vince dangling, waiting for his reply. "Yeah, I don't see why not. I'll check at home, phone you and let you know for sure." "Fantastic!" Vince answered enthusiastically, beaming. "My mum has been dying to meet the new bloke I've been hanging about with. She's all right, straight forward, good sense of humor. I have a good laugh with her at home. What are your parents like?" ".Normal, I guess. They're nothing extraordinary really. Mum likes it when I do well in school.Dad isn't always home these days, out at work. I've got this sister, Marie, she can be a right twat. Has an annoying habbit of going into my room when I'm not home - if I'm not careful, she goes through my things. Pain in the ass." "I've not got brothers or sisters.can't imagine what it would be like, really." Vince said thoughtfully. "Do you not get lonely?"' "No, not really.plenty of stuff to do at home, and Mum is like a sister to me at times anyway. She's a good laugh, I'm sure you'll like her." They stood up, pushing their chairs in, and headed to put away their bowls and cutlery.
"Vince!! Over here!!" a voice shouted across the hall.
Vince turned to see Chris Graham, a tall, good looking guy with wavy blonde hair and glasses. He came running over, waving. "Hiya! God, I've not seen you for ages, I've had the flu for about a week and a half. Horrible thing, had me flat out on my back for days.how have you been?"
"I'm fi-" "Sorry," Stuart interrupted, brushing past him and smiling at Chris. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Stuart Jones, new here. I've only been here for a week. So, you've had the flu? That'd explain why I've not.seen you around before." "It's a pleasure to meet you." "I'm sure it is." Vince stood awkwardly to one side, as the two held eye contact for a moment. Then the bell rang, much to his relief. "I've gotta go now.I've got Geography. Catch you later." "Okay - see ya, Vince!"
"See ya!" Vince waved him off. He whirled back round to see Stuart looking at him expectantly. "Are you coming? Your French class is next door to my Geography room." "Yeah.Vince replied numbly. He was angry. He wasn't really sure why, whether it was because Stuart had paid attention to someone else, or if it was because he was mad at himself for caring so much about some bloke he'd only known for a week. Vince supposed that Stuart hadn't really been flirting with Chris. Or maybe he was.he wasn't sure about that either. He just told himself to stop being such a bloody idiot, and just deal with whatever happened when it happened and not before. After all, he thought, there was no point In getting all worked up about it anyway. A guy like Stuart would never be interested in going out with a boring sod like him.
Later that day, Vince found himself anxiously looking at the phone now and again, trying to forget about Stuart and concentrate on his French verbs homework. He sat at the dining room table for about half an hour, tapping his pen absent mindedly on his textbook and willing the phone to ring. Just when he thought he had finally got the hang of what he was supposed to do in the assignment, the phone rang, and he nearly jumped out of his skull. "I'LL GET IT!!!" he shouted frantically to Hazel, although she was sitting just a few meters away. He made a mad dash for the phone and grabbed it, breathlessly saying "Hello?" as he pressed the receiver to his ear. "Hi, umm, is that Vince?" "Yeah Stuart, it's me."
"Oh.you sound different on the phone, that's all. How have you been.?"
"Fine. Just sitting about really, homework and that, you know." "Right."
"So.uh, do you know if you can come round tomorrow or not yet?"
"Oh yeah, right, my dad said it's fine. He'll come and pick me up whenever you want rid of me."
Vince laughed.
"I don't mind really, you can go home whenever your parents want you back." "Okay. Well, I've got some stuff to do tomorrow night, so I'll leave about 9.30 if that's all right." "Yep, fine." "Well, see you tomorrow then!" "Will do. Bye!"
"Bye!" Vince put down the phone and found Hazel looking at him instead of reading the newspaper she was holding. "Was that Stuart?"
"Yeah, he says he can come round after school tomorrow." "Pleased? You sure look it." "'Course I am. He's brilliant, you'll love him."
"We'll see!" Hazel grinned at him and went back to reading her paper.
After school the next day, Stuart and Vince walked home to Vince's house. "So, what do you want to do when we get home?" Stuart shrugged in a non committal fashion. "Don't mind, really."
"After dinner, school stuff and all that, we could go a walk down to the park round the back of my house. Sit for a bit, talk."
"Sounds good," Stuart stopped to throw a sweet wrapper in the bin, then turned back to look at Vince. "I want to get to know you better, Vince." He said in a way that made Vince's skin goose bump. He attempted no reply, and carried on walking down the road. When they got to Vince's house, he opened the door for Stuart nervously, anxious to see what Hazel would make of his new friend. "Mum, we're here!" he shouted through to the kitchen, expecting Hazel to be in there. "Hold on a minute!!" she bawled back from somewhere upstairs , "I'm just finishing some ironing!" "Just leave your coat there, and you can take your shoes off if you want," Vince instructed, bustling about Stuart nervously. Unperturbed, Stuart dumped his coat and shoes, and proceeded to follow Vince up the stairs to his room. Before they could go inside, Hazel appeared from her own room, carrying a basket full of clothes. "Well." She looked Stuart up and down. "This is Stuart Jones. Heard a lot about you." "I'm sure you have." He replied coolly, holding her gaze with his usual smirking expression. "You must be Vince's mother. I've heard a lot about you too." "Oh?" Hazel turned accusingly to Vince, grinning. "Nothing bad!" Vince interjected quickly, "Just that you're a laugh and a good mum, all that sort of stuff." "Anyway", she turned to leave, "I'd best let you boys get on with it. Dinner will be in about an hour and a half if that's all right with you two?" They both nodded, and, with a smile and a quick nod and a smile(unseen by Stuart) to Vince, Hazel disappeared off downstairs.
Vince and Stuart opened the door to Vince's room. Vince went to his wardrobe and got out a pair of trousers and a t-shirt, while Stuart rummaged through his bag for his change of clothes. As he pulled them out, Vince was about to ask awkwardly for Stuart to leave while he changed, but, but before he had a chance to, Stuart had already whipped his shirt and tie off, and was unzipping his trousers. As Stuart stood in front of him wearing nothing but his underwear, all Vince could do was stand and gawk. In PE, Vince had always been very careful not to stare when Stuart was changing, afraid someone would notice. However, now, he couldn't help but look, blushing madly at the same time. Stuart was so slim and fit looking, he felt like eating him alive. "Oh, sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?" Stuart enquired smoothly, acting innocent. "No, it's fine. Sorry. I'll look away. I didn't mean to.I'm going to the bathroom." "Okay, see you in a minute."
Stuart kept a serious face on as Vince hurriedly departed with his change of clothes, but as soon as he was alone, he burst into quiet laughter. It was so much fun, the effect he was having on Vince. He was so obviously smitten with him, did he really think he didn't realise? Poor boy.Stuart knew he was being mean, but he genuinely liked Vince.plus, he thought it might be fun to shag someone so completely infatuated with him a Vince was. Then again, he had enjoyed their friendship over the past week, perhaps it would be a useful asset to keep him around as a friend, at least for a little while. Stuart had never had such a good time with a friend as he did with Vince, and, for the first time, he felt a pang of guilt for teasing him like that.
Meanwhile, Vince hurried into the bathroom and shut the door, slumping down next to the radiator and crossing his legs. He was so embarrassed.what Stuart must think of him now! After a few minutes, the humiliation faded a bit, and he got up and pulled himself together, going back into his room. Stuart had changed, and was seated on his bed, just looking around the room. Vince sat down next to him, firmly deciding to try and assert his personality more from now on. "How about going to the park just now? It's probably better before dinner anyway." Stuart agreed, and they grabbed their jackets and left, chatting aimlessly as they followed the path down to the area at the back of Vince's house.
They sat on a bench together, wrapping their jackets around them in the cold air. "Cold weather today, isn't it?" Stuart said, "It's freezing in the morning's as well, when I'm walking to school. Wish I could get a lift down instead.that'd be much easier. Vince, I'm gay."
"Hmm?! Come again?" Vince squinted at him. "I'm gay."
"Ahh, right. That. Oh. Okay. Yes." Vince stammered, unprepared for that. "What, you shocked or something?"
"No, it's not that really. I just didn't expect you to say that.I.umm, me, I.me too." He said simply. "I know." Stuart replied, laughing a bit.
"What, can you just like, tell or something?" "Well, it's a few things really. Like, for example, the way you were looking at me upstairs. If you were straight, you wouldn't have." "Oh.right. It's not.I don't.you." "It's okay," Stuart said with uncharacteristic kindness, deciding to try and make Vince more comfortable and at ease, "I didn't mind."
Vince sat in silence for a few moments, then said - "You're the first person I've told. I know I've just met you and everything, and this sounds stupid, but I really feel like I can talk to you. Tell you stuff."
"It's the same with me," Stuart agreed "I don't trust a lot of people. But I trust you." Smiling, and taking the initiative, Vince swiveled round to face Stuart and hugged him tightly. "Thanks for listening." "Ahh, that's ok." Stuart smiled. "Thanks for trusting me enough to tell me."
Vince sighed contentedly, snuggling into Stuart's shoulder.
"I'm so glad I met you."
Showing up at Vince's a while later, they were greeted by Hazel, who informed them that dinner was ready. Later on, they went back up to Vince's room, and talked into their throats hurt. Vince told Stuart about the first time he had realised he was attracted to men. Stuart told Vince about the first time he had sex. "At TWELVE?!" Vince exclaimed, "When I was twelve I was just starting to get to know my own personality, never mind shagging a PE teacher!" Stuart laughed with him, asking Vince about his first time. "I've.not done it before."
"Oh! Right." Stuart seemed surprised. "Well, it's easy enough, just grab a gay bloke and run off with him." He joked.
"It's not that easy for me.I'm quite shy most of the time."
"We'll find you a guy in no time!" Stuart smirked. "How about that Chris, friend of yours? He was definitely eyeing me up. I bet he's up for it with you as well." "Nahh." Vince protested, "He wouldn't be interested."
"Well, in any case," Stuart got up and stretched, "I'd best be off now."
Vince walked him to the door. "See you tomorrow!" Stuart shouted as he walked out the gate. "Take care!" Vince called back "Bye!" He shut the door, and went back inside the house, into the dining room. Hazel was there, sitting writing a letter.
"Well? Vince, did you have a nice time?"
".It was fine." "What did the two of you get up to?" she asked, sure she was going to be here for the duration listening to the answer to that question. Instead, Vince just answered - "Nothing much. The usual." "Anyway," she said, smiling at her son. "I definitely like him. Gorgeous, isn't he? I bet all the girls at school are all over him."
"I wouldn't know..." Vince replied off handedly, and trailed out of the room and upstairs to study. Blinking and shrugging in confusion, Hazel sighed. She supposed it was just the usual teenage mood swings, but by the look on Vince's face.something else was bothering him. He had a look of someone terrified, confused, and relieved all at once. Shrugging it off, Hazel continued to write her letter. If Vince wanted to confide in her, he would. If not.well, then it was none of her business.
Fandom : Queer As Folk Rating : PG-13 Spoilers : None, pre-QAF Characters: Stuart/Vince, plus other crappy little original characters belonging to me ;) Feedback : Yes please ( mekare@ntlworld.com
Disclaimer : Stuart and Vince are not mine *sigh*.no copyright infringement intended.
"And, and, Stuart doesn't even say anything to the bloke, he just-" Vince took a brief pause to chew his food as little as was necessary and take a swig from his glass, ".he just gives him this look, right and then the guy doesn't say anything, he only looks at his shoes and apologises! I was just standing there, like, oh my god! And there was this other guy who started taking the piss because he th-" "Alright love, slow down." Hazel rolled her eyes and interrupted, smiling. "Sorry," Vince replied apologetically, taking another drink, "It's just that, well, I've never had anybody around school who ever really wanted to be my friend.I mean, see Ben and all that, they're all right, but Stuart.he really listens, you know?" "I'm glad you're happy and everything, but how's everything else at school besides Stuart?" "Oh, everything's fine." "How's that stuff you've been struggling with in maths?"
"All sorted!" Vince smiled proudly, "'Cause Stuart has done that topic before, in his old school, so he showed me what to do. I've helped him out with the English assignment in exchange though. He hasn't got the first clue about how to right a paragraph plan, so he just didn't bother.then he got stuck at what to write and came whining about it. Once we got it sorted, he was fine." "So when do I get to meet him, hmm? You want to invite him over for Thursday?" "Yeah!! Yeah, that'd be great.I'll ask him tomorrow." "All right.do me a favor and take our dishes in, will you?"
The next day, Stuart and Vince were having soup in the cafeteria, and Stuart was telling Vince about his old school. "Jerks...all of them. Complete and utter morons. Well, I suppose there were a few decent ones, but even they got dull after a bit. I've been here a week now.I like it - Friendlier people. Just.nicer in general." He stared at Vince for a few seconds until he began to feel uncomfortable. "SO!" he started "Um, what are you doing tomorrow?" "Nothing so far, why? You got something planned?"
"No, not really." Vince fidgeted, swirling his spoon around his soup. "I was sorta wondering if maybe you wanted to come over for tea tomorrow? Chat a bit, do some homework?" Stuart paused before he responded, leaving Vince dangling, waiting for his reply. "Yeah, I don't see why not. I'll check at home, phone you and let you know for sure." "Fantastic!" Vince answered enthusiastically, beaming. "My mum has been dying to meet the new bloke I've been hanging about with. She's all right, straight forward, good sense of humor. I have a good laugh with her at home. What are your parents like?" ".Normal, I guess. They're nothing extraordinary really. Mum likes it when I do well in school.Dad isn't always home these days, out at work. I've got this sister, Marie, she can be a right twat. Has an annoying habbit of going into my room when I'm not home - if I'm not careful, she goes through my things. Pain in the ass." "I've not got brothers or sisters.can't imagine what it would be like, really." Vince said thoughtfully. "Do you not get lonely?"' "No, not really.plenty of stuff to do at home, and Mum is like a sister to me at times anyway. She's a good laugh, I'm sure you'll like her." They stood up, pushing their chairs in, and headed to put away their bowls and cutlery.
"Vince!! Over here!!" a voice shouted across the hall.
Vince turned to see Chris Graham, a tall, good looking guy with wavy blonde hair and glasses. He came running over, waving. "Hiya! God, I've not seen you for ages, I've had the flu for about a week and a half. Horrible thing, had me flat out on my back for days.how have you been?"
"I'm fi-" "Sorry," Stuart interrupted, brushing past him and smiling at Chris. "I don't believe we've met. I'm Stuart Jones, new here. I've only been here for a week. So, you've had the flu? That'd explain why I've not.seen you around before." "It's a pleasure to meet you." "I'm sure it is." Vince stood awkwardly to one side, as the two held eye contact for a moment. Then the bell rang, much to his relief. "I've gotta go now.I've got Geography. Catch you later." "Okay - see ya, Vince!"
"See ya!" Vince waved him off. He whirled back round to see Stuart looking at him expectantly. "Are you coming? Your French class is next door to my Geography room." "Yeah.Vince replied numbly. He was angry. He wasn't really sure why, whether it was because Stuart had paid attention to someone else, or if it was because he was mad at himself for caring so much about some bloke he'd only known for a week. Vince supposed that Stuart hadn't really been flirting with Chris. Or maybe he was.he wasn't sure about that either. He just told himself to stop being such a bloody idiot, and just deal with whatever happened when it happened and not before. After all, he thought, there was no point In getting all worked up about it anyway. A guy like Stuart would never be interested in going out with a boring sod like him.
Later that day, Vince found himself anxiously looking at the phone now and again, trying to forget about Stuart and concentrate on his French verbs homework. He sat at the dining room table for about half an hour, tapping his pen absent mindedly on his textbook and willing the phone to ring. Just when he thought he had finally got the hang of what he was supposed to do in the assignment, the phone rang, and he nearly jumped out of his skull. "I'LL GET IT!!!" he shouted frantically to Hazel, although she was sitting just a few meters away. He made a mad dash for the phone and grabbed it, breathlessly saying "Hello?" as he pressed the receiver to his ear. "Hi, umm, is that Vince?" "Yeah Stuart, it's me."
"Oh.you sound different on the phone, that's all. How have you been.?"
"Fine. Just sitting about really, homework and that, you know." "Right."
"So.uh, do you know if you can come round tomorrow or not yet?"
"Oh yeah, right, my dad said it's fine. He'll come and pick me up whenever you want rid of me."
Vince laughed.
"I don't mind really, you can go home whenever your parents want you back." "Okay. Well, I've got some stuff to do tomorrow night, so I'll leave about 9.30 if that's all right." "Yep, fine." "Well, see you tomorrow then!" "Will do. Bye!"
"Bye!" Vince put down the phone and found Hazel looking at him instead of reading the newspaper she was holding. "Was that Stuart?"
"Yeah, he says he can come round after school tomorrow." "Pleased? You sure look it." "'Course I am. He's brilliant, you'll love him."
"We'll see!" Hazel grinned at him and went back to reading her paper.
After school the next day, Stuart and Vince walked home to Vince's house. "So, what do you want to do when we get home?" Stuart shrugged in a non committal fashion. "Don't mind, really."
"After dinner, school stuff and all that, we could go a walk down to the park round the back of my house. Sit for a bit, talk."
"Sounds good," Stuart stopped to throw a sweet wrapper in the bin, then turned back to look at Vince. "I want to get to know you better, Vince." He said in a way that made Vince's skin goose bump. He attempted no reply, and carried on walking down the road. When they got to Vince's house, he opened the door for Stuart nervously, anxious to see what Hazel would make of his new friend. "Mum, we're here!" he shouted through to the kitchen, expecting Hazel to be in there. "Hold on a minute!!" she bawled back from somewhere upstairs , "I'm just finishing some ironing!" "Just leave your coat there, and you can take your shoes off if you want," Vince instructed, bustling about Stuart nervously. Unperturbed, Stuart dumped his coat and shoes, and proceeded to follow Vince up the stairs to his room. Before they could go inside, Hazel appeared from her own room, carrying a basket full of clothes. "Well." She looked Stuart up and down. "This is Stuart Jones. Heard a lot about you." "I'm sure you have." He replied coolly, holding her gaze with his usual smirking expression. "You must be Vince's mother. I've heard a lot about you too." "Oh?" Hazel turned accusingly to Vince, grinning. "Nothing bad!" Vince interjected quickly, "Just that you're a laugh and a good mum, all that sort of stuff." "Anyway", she turned to leave, "I'd best let you boys get on with it. Dinner will be in about an hour and a half if that's all right with you two?" They both nodded, and, with a smile and a quick nod and a smile(unseen by Stuart) to Vince, Hazel disappeared off downstairs.
Vince and Stuart opened the door to Vince's room. Vince went to his wardrobe and got out a pair of trousers and a t-shirt, while Stuart rummaged through his bag for his change of clothes. As he pulled them out, Vince was about to ask awkwardly for Stuart to leave while he changed, but, but before he had a chance to, Stuart had already whipped his shirt and tie off, and was unzipping his trousers. As Stuart stood in front of him wearing nothing but his underwear, all Vince could do was stand and gawk. In PE, Vince had always been very careful not to stare when Stuart was changing, afraid someone would notice. However, now, he couldn't help but look, blushing madly at the same time. Stuart was so slim and fit looking, he felt like eating him alive. "Oh, sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?" Stuart enquired smoothly, acting innocent. "No, it's fine. Sorry. I'll look away. I didn't mean to.I'm going to the bathroom." "Okay, see you in a minute."
Stuart kept a serious face on as Vince hurriedly departed with his change of clothes, but as soon as he was alone, he burst into quiet laughter. It was so much fun, the effect he was having on Vince. He was so obviously smitten with him, did he really think he didn't realise? Poor boy.Stuart knew he was being mean, but he genuinely liked Vince.plus, he thought it might be fun to shag someone so completely infatuated with him a Vince was. Then again, he had enjoyed their friendship over the past week, perhaps it would be a useful asset to keep him around as a friend, at least for a little while. Stuart had never had such a good time with a friend as he did with Vince, and, for the first time, he felt a pang of guilt for teasing him like that.
Meanwhile, Vince hurried into the bathroom and shut the door, slumping down next to the radiator and crossing his legs. He was so embarrassed.what Stuart must think of him now! After a few minutes, the humiliation faded a bit, and he got up and pulled himself together, going back into his room. Stuart had changed, and was seated on his bed, just looking around the room. Vince sat down next to him, firmly deciding to try and assert his personality more from now on. "How about going to the park just now? It's probably better before dinner anyway." Stuart agreed, and they grabbed their jackets and left, chatting aimlessly as they followed the path down to the area at the back of Vince's house.
They sat on a bench together, wrapping their jackets around them in the cold air. "Cold weather today, isn't it?" Stuart said, "It's freezing in the morning's as well, when I'm walking to school. Wish I could get a lift down instead.that'd be much easier. Vince, I'm gay."
"Hmm?! Come again?" Vince squinted at him. "I'm gay."
"Ahh, right. That. Oh. Okay. Yes." Vince stammered, unprepared for that. "What, you shocked or something?"
"No, it's not that really. I just didn't expect you to say that.I.umm, me, I.me too." He said simply. "I know." Stuart replied, laughing a bit.
"What, can you just like, tell or something?" "Well, it's a few things really. Like, for example, the way you were looking at me upstairs. If you were straight, you wouldn't have." "Oh.right. It's not.I don't.you." "It's okay," Stuart said with uncharacteristic kindness, deciding to try and make Vince more comfortable and at ease, "I didn't mind."
Vince sat in silence for a few moments, then said - "You're the first person I've told. I know I've just met you and everything, and this sounds stupid, but I really feel like I can talk to you. Tell you stuff."
"It's the same with me," Stuart agreed "I don't trust a lot of people. But I trust you." Smiling, and taking the initiative, Vince swiveled round to face Stuart and hugged him tightly. "Thanks for listening." "Ahh, that's ok." Stuart smiled. "Thanks for trusting me enough to tell me."
Vince sighed contentedly, snuggling into Stuart's shoulder.
"I'm so glad I met you."
Showing up at Vince's a while later, they were greeted by Hazel, who informed them that dinner was ready. Later on, they went back up to Vince's room, and talked into their throats hurt. Vince told Stuart about the first time he had realised he was attracted to men. Stuart told Vince about the first time he had sex. "At TWELVE?!" Vince exclaimed, "When I was twelve I was just starting to get to know my own personality, never mind shagging a PE teacher!" Stuart laughed with him, asking Vince about his first time. "I've.not done it before."
"Oh! Right." Stuart seemed surprised. "Well, it's easy enough, just grab a gay bloke and run off with him." He joked.
"It's not that easy for me.I'm quite shy most of the time."
"We'll find you a guy in no time!" Stuart smirked. "How about that Chris, friend of yours? He was definitely eyeing me up. I bet he's up for it with you as well." "Nahh." Vince protested, "He wouldn't be interested."
"Well, in any case," Stuart got up and stretched, "I'd best be off now."
Vince walked him to the door. "See you tomorrow!" Stuart shouted as he walked out the gate. "Take care!" Vince called back "Bye!" He shut the door, and went back inside the house, into the dining room. Hazel was there, sitting writing a letter.
"Well? Vince, did you have a nice time?"
".It was fine." "What did the two of you get up to?" she asked, sure she was going to be here for the duration listening to the answer to that question. Instead, Vince just answered - "Nothing much. The usual." "Anyway," she said, smiling at her son. "I definitely like him. Gorgeous, isn't he? I bet all the girls at school are all over him."
"I wouldn't know..." Vince replied off handedly, and trailed out of the room and upstairs to study. Blinking and shrugging in confusion, Hazel sighed. She supposed it was just the usual teenage mood swings, but by the look on Vince's face.something else was bothering him. He had a look of someone terrified, confused, and relieved all at once. Shrugging it off, Hazel continued to write her letter. If Vince wanted to confide in her, he would. If not.well, then it was none of her business.