A/N: second chapter, yay :D Thank you all who reviewed the first one, I appreciate every single one. And always remember that those wonderful reviews keep me posting :)
I'm not too happy with this one, but I'm hoping you guys enjoy it anyway.
Disclaimer: see chapter one.
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"A Chance to See"
Chapter II - "Thought"
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Lewis thought about a lot of things. For a long while, he figured this was a good thing. Thinking brought him new ideas, new views of the world around him, and kept his mind open.
But lately he didn't like to think. Whenever he tried to concentrate on one of his projects, or school, his mind would constantly drift to a certain boy.
A certain boy whom he just happened to be in love with. A certain boy who he'd probably see that night.
Though a lot of the time, he enjoyed thinking about him. It didn't always bring his guilt and concern, but more happiness and contentment. He loved him. Shouldn't he feel just a little bit of happiness? A big part of him told him it was okay, it was only normal for someone who felt that way about someone else. But there was always that other half of him who screamed that even though they were happy with one another, they shouldn't be. It wasn't right, and it would only hurt the both of them in the end.
And Lewis knew this. He knew that soon the day would come when Wilbur would leave him for the night, but not be back again. He wasn't sure exactly how soon that would be, but only that he didn't want it to come.
He felt horrible for thinking so, but he would honestly do anything to switch reality around and make it so Wilbur would never have to leave him again, even if just for the night.
The blonde sighed. Again, he tried not to think about it. It usually gave him a headache and a tightening in his chest.
Though he knew that the only thing that could completely block those thoughts out was Wilbur himself. Wilbur's presence, his face, his eyes, his touch, his words…
But most of all, his love.
Nothing could compare to that. Nothing in the world. That was what Lewis adored to think about.