"Will, if anyone is going to break up with anyone it's going to be you
breaking up with me." Wes shook his head.
"What? Wes, I love you." The words spilled out of Will's mouth before he could stop them.
Wes had to turn away, he could feel that hot burning sensation in his eyes right before he cried. Will would never know how wonderful it was to hear those words. A single tear escaped and he wiped it furiously away. Will came up behind Wes.
"What's wrong?" Will whispered. (Look! Four words that start with a "w". Ok, anyway.)
"Will, there's something I need to tell you." Wes said without turning around.
"What is it?" Will urged.
"Well, about ten years ago I got really sick. I didn't know what was wrong. Nobody knew what was wrong. But it all went away. I returned back too normal and I didn't think much of it. However, recently I noticed I was getting sick, really easily, and I have to admit I don't really feel very well today." Wes's whole body seemed to slouch.
"What does that mean?" Will asked quietly, afraid of what was coming next, already knowing he knew.
"Will, I have AIDS." Wes's voice was barely audible.
Will looked down. He didn't know what to do. He'd only slept with this man twice, both times were protected, but wasn't there still a risk?
"Will, trust me, I would never have slept with you if I had known then. I just found out myself yesterday." Wes had turned to see Will's reaction.
Will stayed standing there, thinking with his head down. Then it came to him. Wes hadn't left when Will had told him about Karen, no, instead he embraced the situation. Will would do the same. He'd be there for Wes. He had to; he was obliged to. Will looked up, a subtle look on his face. "It's okay." Will held out his arms and Wes came to him, allowing himself to cry into Will's shirt.
"Thank you, Will, for understanding." Wes whispered into Will's chest.
Will called a psychologist, and set up an appointment. He and Wes were going to talk about this and Will was going to have to talk about his own test. He decided to get tested, but he had to be prepared. Will also decided to leave Karen out of the mess. He didn't want her to have to worry about it...just yet.
A week passed and Will and Wes attended several meetings together. Will was finally ready, and he went in to get tested. Wes was with him the whole time. The only hard part was the wait that followed.
Fortunately for Karen the morning sickness had subsided so she was feeling a lot better. Will was still staying with her, but he hadn't been getting home until well after she was asleep. Something was up with him, but she didn't have time right then to find out, plus he hardly talked. Also she was forced to watch Grace pretend to be happy with her abusive lover, Mark. It wasn't bad enough that every time he came to get her he would yell at her, or tease her, but he had come close to hitting her in front of Karen. And yes, Karen did take notice to that bruise under Grace's right eye, which she had tried desperately to cover up with make-up. Karen wanted to be the knight in shinning armor that rescued Grace from Mark. She just couldn't figure out how to get to Grace with her head up in the clouds all the time.
"Karen?" Karen blinked, noticing that Grace was hovering over her.
"Oh," Karen shook her head, coming out of her daze.
"Mark's going to be here soon. Are you going to stay here for awhile longer, or do you want to go on home?" Grace asked, pulling on her jacket. Karen watched and noticed that when Grace raised her arms her shirt came up to expose bruising on her stomach. She quickly pulled her shirt down, noticing where Karen's eyes had gone, and looked down, embarrassed.
"Honey you..."
"No, I don't want to hear it, Karen." Grace interrupted. Karen got up defiantly and glared. "Mark loves me, and he wants me. He can just get kind of out of hand sometimes, but trust me it's nothing." Grace said angrily.
"Grace," Karen inched her way towards her. "The only thing that Mark wants is this." And with that Karen reached out and grabbed Grace's ass in her hands, pulling Grace into her. They were so close that their lips were about to touch.
"Well-well. I guess my girls got a girlfriend. Come on, I want to see you kiss." A snobby voice came from the doorway. Grace quickly glanced over and saw Mark. He nodded, "Well go on, bitch." He added. Karen let go of Grace's behind and turned on Mark.
"How dare you." She clamped her teeth together as she hissed at him.
"Who are you to snap at me?" Mark held up his hands and stepped forward, causing Karen to back up. "Why don't you stay out of our goddamn lives!" He screamed grabbing Grace to him.
Karen readied herself to say something back, but no words came. She turned away as he dragged Grace out the door, who looked like she was close to tears.
"What? Wes, I love you." The words spilled out of Will's mouth before he could stop them.
Wes had to turn away, he could feel that hot burning sensation in his eyes right before he cried. Will would never know how wonderful it was to hear those words. A single tear escaped and he wiped it furiously away. Will came up behind Wes.
"What's wrong?" Will whispered. (Look! Four words that start with a "w". Ok, anyway.)
"Will, there's something I need to tell you." Wes said without turning around.
"What is it?" Will urged.
"Well, about ten years ago I got really sick. I didn't know what was wrong. Nobody knew what was wrong. But it all went away. I returned back too normal and I didn't think much of it. However, recently I noticed I was getting sick, really easily, and I have to admit I don't really feel very well today." Wes's whole body seemed to slouch.
"What does that mean?" Will asked quietly, afraid of what was coming next, already knowing he knew.
"Will, I have AIDS." Wes's voice was barely audible.
Will looked down. He didn't know what to do. He'd only slept with this man twice, both times were protected, but wasn't there still a risk?
"Will, trust me, I would never have slept with you if I had known then. I just found out myself yesterday." Wes had turned to see Will's reaction.
Will stayed standing there, thinking with his head down. Then it came to him. Wes hadn't left when Will had told him about Karen, no, instead he embraced the situation. Will would do the same. He'd be there for Wes. He had to; he was obliged to. Will looked up, a subtle look on his face. "It's okay." Will held out his arms and Wes came to him, allowing himself to cry into Will's shirt.
"Thank you, Will, for understanding." Wes whispered into Will's chest.
Will called a psychologist, and set up an appointment. He and Wes were going to talk about this and Will was going to have to talk about his own test. He decided to get tested, but he had to be prepared. Will also decided to leave Karen out of the mess. He didn't want her to have to worry about it...just yet.
A week passed and Will and Wes attended several meetings together. Will was finally ready, and he went in to get tested. Wes was with him the whole time. The only hard part was the wait that followed.
Fortunately for Karen the morning sickness had subsided so she was feeling a lot better. Will was still staying with her, but he hadn't been getting home until well after she was asleep. Something was up with him, but she didn't have time right then to find out, plus he hardly talked. Also she was forced to watch Grace pretend to be happy with her abusive lover, Mark. It wasn't bad enough that every time he came to get her he would yell at her, or tease her, but he had come close to hitting her in front of Karen. And yes, Karen did take notice to that bruise under Grace's right eye, which she had tried desperately to cover up with make-up. Karen wanted to be the knight in shinning armor that rescued Grace from Mark. She just couldn't figure out how to get to Grace with her head up in the clouds all the time.
"Karen?" Karen blinked, noticing that Grace was hovering over her.
"Oh," Karen shook her head, coming out of her daze.
"Mark's going to be here soon. Are you going to stay here for awhile longer, or do you want to go on home?" Grace asked, pulling on her jacket. Karen watched and noticed that when Grace raised her arms her shirt came up to expose bruising on her stomach. She quickly pulled her shirt down, noticing where Karen's eyes had gone, and looked down, embarrassed.
"Honey you..."
"No, I don't want to hear it, Karen." Grace interrupted. Karen got up defiantly and glared. "Mark loves me, and he wants me. He can just get kind of out of hand sometimes, but trust me it's nothing." Grace said angrily.
"Grace," Karen inched her way towards her. "The only thing that Mark wants is this." And with that Karen reached out and grabbed Grace's ass in her hands, pulling Grace into her. They were so close that their lips were about to touch.
"Well-well. I guess my girls got a girlfriend. Come on, I want to see you kiss." A snobby voice came from the doorway. Grace quickly glanced over and saw Mark. He nodded, "Well go on, bitch." He added. Karen let go of Grace's behind and turned on Mark.
"How dare you." She clamped her teeth together as she hissed at him.
"Who are you to snap at me?" Mark held up his hands and stepped forward, causing Karen to back up. "Why don't you stay out of our goddamn lives!" He screamed grabbing Grace to him.
Karen readied herself to say something back, but no words came. She turned away as he dragged Grace out the door, who looked like she was close to tears.