Whew this update is a little late, but I remembered at least. And for once I don't totally feel like crap while writing, but it's Tuesday so I have to control myself or be screwed for the next 3 days. Anyway on with the slash!

Disclaimer: We're at chapter, what now, 7. Must we continue to do this? Deliberately going over the fact that I own nothing? Fine, I said it. I'm broke, so broke I couldn't buy a Cadillac on sale for 10 bucks, and haven't owned anything important since...ever.


Once they were ready, and Riley had called Ben and Abigail to tell them he wouldn't be home, he and Gaspard headed to the metro. Another 30 minutes later and they were finally in DC. Ever been in the metro? Not only is personal space lost in the first five minutes, people are in no hurry to invade what little space you do have. It can be like a mosh pit some days. After being pushed and shoved a couple times, Riley almost lost Gaspard. He panicked slightly, looking all over for him, when suddenly a hand grasped his. Riley spun around and was face to face with Gaspard.

"Almost lost you there for a minute," Riley said weakly.

"Sorry, someone clopped down on my foot."

Riley smiled slight, and started to drag Gaspard towards the exit. Compared to the streets, the huge mobs in the metro were nothing.

"Sacrebleu," Gaspard whispered at the sight of all the people.

"Heh, and we haven't even reached the cherry blossoms."

Gaspard held Riley's hand tighter and whispered in his ear, "Show me the way."

Riley blushed, and began walking. The situation seemed weird to him. It was just because he didn't get to stroll around holding his boyfriend's hand everyday,(Can I even call him that?) but Riley was actually ...comfortable. Not only that, he felt something else. This new found feeling was strange, in a good way.

If I'm horny in the middle of the day...oh Zeus, kill me now.

He wasn't horny though, it was something else.

Indigestion? No, I didn't have any bran flakes for breakfast. Love? It can't be. ...Can it?

Riley's thoughts were disrupted by a loud horn honking and Gaspard yanking on his arm. Apparently he had been walking to slow. They quickly sprinted across the rest of the street, and Riley went back to leading Gaspard to the cherry blossoms. After getting lost two times, and almost ran over another three , they were finally getting close. But suddenly Gaspard's eyes were covered by something. Riley's hand.

"Wh-What are you doing?"

"It's a surprise, just wait"

Gaspard laughed and decided to go along with things. He leaned into Riley, letting him guide the rest of the way. Then, after a count of three, Gaspard's sight returned. They were standing by a bench by the border of a pond. Right across it was the Jefferson monument and everywhere else, cherry blossoms. Tons of trees, huge, pink and dancing in the breeze, surrounded them.

"Wow, this is...wow. It's just so..."

"Pretty?"

Gaspard lightly, somewhat sadly, smiled. "Yeah."

What Riley did next surprised both of them. He simply got close to Gaspard and wrapped his arms around him. Nothing erotic about the gesture, he was just acting on what seemed natural. Instead of protesting, Gaspard sunk into Riley. So they stood there, embracing each other and enjoying the breeze. All was fine until a little kid started pointing at them and began loudly saying "Mommy! Mommy! I saw daddy doing that with Mr. Tim from down the street last week!" The two quickly jumped apart at the sound of the shrill voice. They saw the look on the mother's face and decided to get out of there while they still could. It took a while, more pushing and shoving, but finally there was another free bench where Riley and Gaspard could sit down in peace.

"Um, so" Riley started, rubbing the back of his neck, "Do you want anything to eat?"

"No, I'm ok."

Silence.

"Hey, I thought you said there was going to be a lot of people?"

"There were!"

"Well, it seems a little empty around here. Maybe there is some show going on."

Or maybe we scared them all away. Riley sighed, trying to get the negative thoughts out of his head. He gazed up and noticed the dark and heavy clouds that were beginning to form.

Gaspard was the first to say something about it though, "Actually I think they left because of the weather."

"It is getting pretty cold and windy out here isn't it?" With that being said, Gaspard scooted closer to Riley and slipped an arm around his waist. Trying to transfer some body heat.

Riley blushed for what he swears was the 8th time that day, "We, uh, we better get going. Don't want to be caught in the rain."

It's was another long walk back to the metro, but at least no one threatened to run them over. Right as they got inside the station it began to rain. Very lightly at first, but by the time there were back it was pouring. To avoid the hassle of parking, Riley thought it would be best to take the bus. It was a good idea, except Riley forgot the bus schedule. By the time they got off the train, and ran to the bus stop it was too late. The next bus wouldn't be coming for another hour and a half. Maybe more.

"I guess we have to walk, unless you want to wait." Riley stated.

"We are dripping, you really think they'll let us on the bus?" Gaspard said quickly, he just wanted more alone time with Riley.

"Good point."

Riley and Gaspard had to stay close. They were clutching onto each other to stay warm, keep from blowing away and just to make sure they didn't lose the other in the heavy downpour. Thanks to some shortcuts, the walk home wasn't as long as expected. Thirty minutes tops. When they reached Riley's front door, he searched his pockets for the keys while Gaspard took a seat on the ground.

"I never want to walk, ever again."

Riley chuckled and in the process dropped his keys. He bent over the grabbed them but his forehead ended up colliding with Gaspard's. (Who had reached over to grab the keys at the same time) Their lips were close. Really close. It was awkward, yet exhilarating at the same time. Neither knew what to do. Then, without any warning, Gaspard grabbed Riley's shirt, pulling their faces closer and closed the gap with his lips. Surprised at first, Riley eventually gave in and started kissing him back. The rain poured over them, romantic but certainly not good for ones health. The people inside Riley's house knew that too. You see, while Riley was releasing enough sexual tension to capsize the Titanic he failed to notice the car in his driveway. The car that wasn't his. But he and Gaspard seemed to be fully away of their late night visitors when the front door opened and a stream of light broke them apart.


Oh my sweet moses. This took FOREVER. And not just because it;s really long. You see how it says Tuesday up there? Yeah well today is Thursday. THREE DAYS it took to write this. (well I didn't write yesterday but I still think it counts.) Writer's block is a bitch, a big fat hair one too. My eyes hurt, and all of my big girl vocabulary is done fo de day. I need to go to sleep, it's eleven and even though I have no school tomorrow I have to go sleep sleep. Ah look at me rant. Anyway! Sweet dreams! (filled with Riley, oi vey)

P.S. I know there are a lot of hyperboles and my time frames are probably really off and I need to probably edit it even more, but hey. I tried.