A/N: Chase Emberton belongs to the beautiful and amazing ChromeHearts, give her lovings! Check out her fanfictions, too, they're amazing! 3
Also, on My Candy Love, I am WillowSioui, just so that you know, and don't think I've stolen this fic from the site, if you read it there. :)
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Near to a month had gone by since the incident at the school, and Chase had not had a moment alone with Lysander. Either his friends kept him away, or Lysander avoided him, but suddenly Chase felt very alone once again. He knew he had humiliated the boy in front of a large amount of people, and the whole school knew by the end of the day, but that's what he wanted, wasn't it? He didn't want people knowing...but the look in Lysander's eyes made Chase's heart break. Sighing heavily, running his hands through his hair in frustration, Chase closes his eyes and leans his back against a tree in Amoris Park. He had been trying to write a new piece, but had only come up with blank thoughts- for nearly three and a half hours. The soft noise of boots in the grass comes floating to his ears and he opens his eyes to spot Lysander, staring down at him. The boy square down, not looking at him, gently fingering the petals of a nearby daisy.
"Your mother told me you'd be here..." Chase sits up straight at the sound of Lysander's soft voice, and the other boy continues, "What you said really hurt me, you know." A sighs escapes Chase's lips, and he spots Lysander stiffen.
"Nobody knows." Lysander's fingers freeze, and his mismatched eyes lock onto Chase's, intense and a little curious.
"About you being...gay?" Chase flinches at the word, and Lysander nods his head slowly, his eyes becoming far off. He eventually turns his gaze up to the sky through the branches of the tree, and he draws in a slow, deep breath; exhaling slowly. Chase watches as Lysander seems to fight with his emotions, the line of his jaw, the smooth cream that is his skin; he nibbles on his lower lip anxiously.
"I'm so scared that I'll be treated differently...that my mother won't accept me. She keeps trying to set me up with all these pretty girls, and..." He trails off as tears fill his tropical-blue eyes, and Lysander finally lowers his gaze back down to look him full in the face.
"I understand that, trust me. I only came out a few months ago, myself." A small smile appears on his handsome face, "I'd be fine with trying to be friends, first, if you wish." Chase smiles with a shaky chuckle, feeling as though a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.
"I'd love that." Lysander laughs an easy laugh, the sound of waves coming out from the ocean and rolling lazily onto the sandy shore. He holds out one of his artists' hands, cocking his head to one side.
"My name is Lysander, it's nice to meet you." Chase grasps Lysander's hand, shaking it warmly, a sunny smile appearing on his face; fear of his scar twisting his lips into a half-snarl gone.
"Chase, Chase Emberton." Lysander sits beside Chase, drawing out his notebook, their shoulders brushing, and he tucks his head behind his ear before he sets to writing.
"It's nice to meet you, Chase Emberton...finally."
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A/N: ChromeHearts, I told you things would work out. :)
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