A/N: Chase Emberton belongs to the beautiful and amazing ChromeHearts, give her lovings! Check out her fanfictions, too, they're amazing! 3 _
Chase sits in the backyard of the townhouse he shares with his mother reading an old leather-bound copy of Jane Austen's 'Emma' when Lysander hops the fence that seperates their yards and sits on the grass beside him. There had been a few weeks of them knowing each other as friends, and Castiel, Dajan and Jade getting used to him being there without wanting to kill him. Reluctantly turning his gaze from his book to Lysander, who is currently smiling at the sky, Chase chuckles to himself. Placing hsi bookmark in his book, he places it on the grass and turns in his lawn chair until he is looking directly down at Lysander.
"It's been a little more than two weeks now, since the park, hasn't it?" Mismatched eyes open and look directly at him, faint curiosity hidden behind his polite front.
"Yes, it has been...why?" Chase sighs and runs his hands through his curly hair, nibbling on his bottom lip anxiously.
"I don't know if you can trust me right now, but..." He looks over his shoulder, making sure his mother is too busy in the house to hear him, then turns back, "Would you go on another date with me?" Lysander stares at him in contemplative silence as Sherlock flies out from the house and lands on hsi pant leg. An artists' finger strokes Sherlock's tiny feathered head, and he locks eyes with Chase.
"Will you hurt me again?" There is a tense moment as Lysander breathes his question, barely loud enough to make out, and a sharp pain stabs Chase through his chest at the thought that Lysander was so afraid of being hurt by him again. Chase shakes his head slowly, finding it hard to keep eye contact with the beautiful boy in front of him.
"I will try my hardest to never hurt you again." Nodding his head, Lysander looks down to the sun conure as the little bird nibbles on one of his finger's knuckles.
"Then I accept." Without realizing that he's doing it, Chase starts to lean his face down, and Lysander tips his up, their lips almost touching, only to have Chase sit up quickly as his mother dances outside. She hands them both lemonades, steals up a squawking Sherlock, then wiggles her behind back into the house, singing loudly and quite off-key. When Chase looks back down, he spots a look of annoyance on Lysander's face, and has the luxury of watching it fade away.
"Sorry, it's just that-" Lysander cuts him off with an elegant wave of his hand, and a mysterious smile crosses his lips.
"Don't worry about it. I should probably get going, however, Castiel and I have band practise." He stands up and dusts himself off, mismatched eyes darting into the house and back, then bends down and places a soft kiss on Chase's cheek, causing the latter to blush; he leaves the house without another word. Chase stays out until the cover of night, watching the stars twinkling bright, and smiles with a happy giggle at the idea that maybe, just maybe, he had finally found love.
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ChromeHearts, sorry it too me so long to update, love! :P
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