Please note: This is my first fic, period. I'm going to try and make it a good one, but please bear with me. Also, I have been influenced by other writers, and may use some of the same topics, but the plot ideas are all my own. -§teph
This story takes place after the first year of Eden Hall. They will have turned sixteen.
Adam's POV
Once Charlie and I were out of the murder of hockey players, I smiled at him. I felt totally elated, and for one, I wanted everyone to know about us. It didn't matter to me anymore. I knew Charlie wanted to tell. I pulled him away from the rest of the ducks, when I thought we were safe. Lately I'd noticed that we didn't hide our tracks very well.
"Charlie…" I hissed.
"Yeh Banksie?"
"I needa talk to you."
"Okay, shoot."
"I think we should tell the ducks." I started slow, cautious. I wasn't sure if I was doing the right thing. I mean, I knew it was right, but I didn't…oh, you know what I mean!
Charlie beamed, and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Oh, Cakey! That's the best news I've ever heard!"
He swept me off my feet. Literally! He carried me like I was a bride and we were walking over the threshold. I laughed lightly, and he carried me to my dorm room. We turned quite a few heads, and his hands roved to unruly places during our journey, but all in all, it was swell.
He smiled, setting me down. I would have invited him into my room, but I was pretty sure Luis was in there. I knocked anyhow, and no one answered. I'd learned to knock, the first time I'd walked in on him and his cheerleader. It wasn't pleasant.
I opened the door; the room was empty. I knew Luis would be back quickly, but I tugged Charlie in after me. "Tomorrow…" I whispered in his ear. My hot breath reflected off his skin, into my face. "We'll tell them tomorrow."
He prodded my ear with his lips; it tickled! I smiled, and he kissed my cheek. I cupped my hands around his face, and pressed my lips to his. A shiver ran through me, and we embraced.
The door swung open, sending the both of us fleeing to the ends of the room. We both acted naturally casual…or tried to. Luis wasn't buying it. "Well, next time you plan a get-together, do it in his room, Adam."
I frowned, wondering just how much he'd seen, if anything. I nodded to Charlie, who took the signal and made for the door. Luis turned around, eyeing him coldly. "Charlie, I don't mind you. Much. But, you're one scary dude."
Charlie left, and Luis turned to me. He looked over all, concerned. "Did he try anything on ya?"
I was surprised, and I'm sure my expression showed it. It was now or never. If I lied, I would never be able to tell them the truth. If I told the truth…who knew what would happen. I swallowed nervously. He stared me down, expecting an answer. "Well, Adam. Did he?"
"Nothing that I didn't want him to." I was shocked by my words. Luis obviously was, too. He looked at me in a strange way. It was a way that almost frightened me. It was different than he'd ever looked at me, even when I'd done something totally weird, or stupid, or…- Did he know? Had he known? The idea swept through me, and it brushed oddly. Luis, the stereotypical male, not having said anything if he'd known, was impossible. Unless…no way! That was just…no way!
"You're…you're…"
"Luis, before you say anything - "
"Adam! You're gay!" He said it like it was a good thing, and I tilted my head. "I mean…you're gay?"
"Yeah…I guess I am."
"You guess?"
"I am."
He raised both his eyebrows; a talent I lacked. He looked surprised, over all. "Wow…I would have, well…never thought. Sorry, I had no idea. I thought he was gonna…rape you or something."
I laughed, flopping onto my bed. I was still tense, no doubt about that. "No, it wasn't like that."
"Well, you looked scared, so…I didn't know."
I nodded mutely, and he looked at me funny. "Something wrong?"
He shook his head. "Nah…just surprised is all."
"You, uh…don't mind?"
He shrugs nonchalantly. "Nope, it's yer life, Banksie. Just…Charlie? Come on!"
I smiled. "You don't know him like I do."
"Well, obviously!" He grinned back at me. I was surprised that he wasn't judging me so…cruelly. That's what I had expected from him. "How long, Banks?"
"Almost four years."
He inhaled, shocked. "Wow…that's a long time."
I nodded, mutely again.
He smiled.
I smiled.
He looked away.
I looked away.
I looked back.
I looked back.
"Adam…" He began.
"Luis." I finished.
He leaned forward on the edge of his bunk, and I shrank back. "Adam. I need to confess something."
I bit my lip. Uh oh I thought. What now?
"Adam…I think I might…well, be…you know...uhm…gay."
I raised my eyebrow, my sole talent I suppose. "Luis, do you really think -"
"Yes. I do. I don't feel right when I'm with Sherry." He spoke of his cheerleader. "It's like I want something more…"
I was more tense, if that was possible. He continued, "Adam…what does it feel like? How will I know?"
I was taken swiftly aback. "Uh…I guess you just, feel that way about another…uh, guy."
"Adam…I think I love you."
