~*this is dedicated to the girl that I am a muse to Hippy flower who is my adopted sister too*~
Fulton's POV
I don't think that hospital waiting room had ever been that crowded. Between the twelve of us and one of Banks' friends from college Lee (who Charlie didn't seem to fond of) we have every chair, couch and inch of the floor covered. Connie and Guy were being their usually disgusting selves all cuddled up in a corner making obnoxious kissing noises all night. Couldn't they see that some of us were trying to brood in our own heartbroken misery? Granted they didn't even know about Dean and I being a couple but still, it wasn't like anyone really wanted to watch them swat spit all night. Well maybe I was the only one that noticed, I think everyone else was to busy worrying about Banksie to pay attention to them anyway. But he had woken up a few hours before so I wasn't worried. That gave me time to think about Portman, who was sitting across the room giving me puppy dog eyes. Puppy dog eyes, some big tuff enforcer he was. I wasn't falling for it. So I rolled over so I was facing the back of Russ's head and went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning my neck felt like licorice and my back has more knots in it then my seven year old sisters tennis shoes. I looked around and noticed all the rest of the crew was starting to wake up already, most of them rubbing their necks and legs and stretching their tired muscles. All of them but Portman who was no where in sight. That was just like him, running away when ever anything gets to serious. Where in the hell could he have been?
We were about to break down into couplets to go back into Banks' room when Dean came charging off the elevator with flowers and a teddy bear in his hands. It was great the selfish bastard cared enough to go buy our wounded friend something to cheer him up. Though I was more then positive that a stuffed animal and a dozen carnations were not going to make Banksie feel any better, the guy had tried to kill himself for god's sake. But that was Portman, act first think later.
"Umm everybody could I get some attention for a minute." He cleared his throat and I shook my head while rolling my eyes.
"Sure what is it Portman?" Connie chirped
"I uh, umm, Fulton could you come over here for a second."
I gave him a dirty look but stomped over to where he was standing anyway.
"What?"
"Alright, look I know I fucked up by not admitting my feelings for you to my dad, and I will fix that as soon as I get home I swear. But I thought maybe telling you in front of all the Ducks would be a step in the right direction."
I was still skeptical
"Right Dean."
"Here, these are for you." He handed me the flowers and the bear "I know the bear says 'Get Well Soon' but they didn't have 'forgive me I'm an asshole' ones."
I took the items from and gave him a weary look, he was already forgiven but I wasn't going to tell him yet.
"I'll think about it." I crossed my arms and attempted to turn around, (yeah I was acting pretty chicky) when he grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around pushing his lips roughly to mine. The trinkets fell to the ground as I raised my hands to head. My fingers twisting in his dark curls. I parted my lips and let the passion flow. We were in a public place, people were watching and we were in love. I'm pretty sure I heard one of the guys say
"Wait they're gay too?" I smiled against Dean's mouth when I heard it, boy they had no idea. I wonder what they'd say if they'd know how long I'd been in love with him and that I will be forever.
Fulton's POV
I don't think that hospital waiting room had ever been that crowded. Between the twelve of us and one of Banks' friends from college Lee (who Charlie didn't seem to fond of) we have every chair, couch and inch of the floor covered. Connie and Guy were being their usually disgusting selves all cuddled up in a corner making obnoxious kissing noises all night. Couldn't they see that some of us were trying to brood in our own heartbroken misery? Granted they didn't even know about Dean and I being a couple but still, it wasn't like anyone really wanted to watch them swat spit all night. Well maybe I was the only one that noticed, I think everyone else was to busy worrying about Banksie to pay attention to them anyway. But he had woken up a few hours before so I wasn't worried. That gave me time to think about Portman, who was sitting across the room giving me puppy dog eyes. Puppy dog eyes, some big tuff enforcer he was. I wasn't falling for it. So I rolled over so I was facing the back of Russ's head and went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning my neck felt like licorice and my back has more knots in it then my seven year old sisters tennis shoes. I looked around and noticed all the rest of the crew was starting to wake up already, most of them rubbing their necks and legs and stretching their tired muscles. All of them but Portman who was no where in sight. That was just like him, running away when ever anything gets to serious. Where in the hell could he have been?
We were about to break down into couplets to go back into Banks' room when Dean came charging off the elevator with flowers and a teddy bear in his hands. It was great the selfish bastard cared enough to go buy our wounded friend something to cheer him up. Though I was more then positive that a stuffed animal and a dozen carnations were not going to make Banksie feel any better, the guy had tried to kill himself for god's sake. But that was Portman, act first think later.
"Umm everybody could I get some attention for a minute." He cleared his throat and I shook my head while rolling my eyes.
"Sure what is it Portman?" Connie chirped
"I uh, umm, Fulton could you come over here for a second."
I gave him a dirty look but stomped over to where he was standing anyway.
"What?"
"Alright, look I know I fucked up by not admitting my feelings for you to my dad, and I will fix that as soon as I get home I swear. But I thought maybe telling you in front of all the Ducks would be a step in the right direction."
I was still skeptical
"Right Dean."
"Here, these are for you." He handed me the flowers and the bear "I know the bear says 'Get Well Soon' but they didn't have 'forgive me I'm an asshole' ones."
I took the items from and gave him a weary look, he was already forgiven but I wasn't going to tell him yet.
"I'll think about it." I crossed my arms and attempted to turn around, (yeah I was acting pretty chicky) when he grabbed my shoulder and whipped me around pushing his lips roughly to mine. The trinkets fell to the ground as I raised my hands to head. My fingers twisting in his dark curls. I parted my lips and let the passion flow. We were in a public place, people were watching and we were in love. I'm pretty sure I heard one of the guys say
"Wait they're gay too?" I smiled against Dean's mouth when I heard it, boy they had no idea. I wonder what they'd say if they'd know how long I'd been in love with him and that I will be forever.