Author: Skytate17

Title: You Won't Be The One That Got Away

Summary: The two ended up at the same bar every Friday night. One came to dance, one came to do his job. They were two different worlds, colliding on these ambitious Friday nights when the party goers were out. Stealing glances across the bar, one wishing the other would knew he existed, the other wishing he never existed at all.

Note: One more to go…. The next will be the end!

Chapter Eighteen

Sky had gone to bed not but an hour after Bridge had disappeared into his guest bedroom. Michelle didn't end up sneaking out, and his parents had also gone to bed. He had been asleep for nearly forty minutes when he suddenly heard the slamming of a door. Maybe a trunk? It definitely belonged to a car.

Sitting up, he figured that Michelle had still tried to make her escape, but to hop into a car right outside their window would have been stupid. He sat up, straining his eyes for a moment to see the lights on Bridge's car out. Michelle was trying to steal his boyfriend's car.

Flinging the covers from his body, he quickly rushed out of his room and towards the front door. Stepping outside, he glanced at the car, seeing Bridge lingering at the trunk. "What are you doing?" Sky questioned, seeing the other staring up at him now.

Bridge didn't say anything, instead making his way towards the driver's side of the car. "Bridge, what are you doing?"

"I'm going home!" the guy shouted back as he fumbled with his eyes, searching for the one to unlock his door. Eventually he found it, jamming it in the lock and opening his door. Seeing Sky heading over, he quickly slid into the car, slamming the door.

Sky knocked against the glass, Bridge pretending like he didn't hear him as he started the engine, turning up whatever was playing in his car stereo at the moment. He was about to back out of the driveway before his guilty conscience came over him, telling him that it would be bad to just take off.

They drove to Virginia together, meaning he'd leave his boyfriend by himself to find a ride home. At the moment, though, he shook his head, shoving his guilty conscience to the back of his mind, knowing that he had been mistreated and now was a wonderful time to be selfish.

Just as he was about to pull out of the driveway, he could see Sky mouth, "Don't leave." Narrowing his eyes, he turned down the radio, rolling down the window. "Bridge, come on…"

"I want to go home," Bridge murmured, leaning his head back against the seat.

"You're overreacting… just come back in and get some sleep," Sky murmured, leaning over slightly to him so he could rest his elbows on the edge of the window. "We've just got one more day and then we can head back together."

"I want to leave now."

The two were silent, the radio playing dimly in the background. Clearing his throat, Bridge stared towards the radio, then towards the front door of his lover's home. His lip trembled as one thought went through his head. It was something he never wanted to think. He assumed that when he found Sky, everything was just going to come together.

But he was so terribly wrong.

Feeling himself choke up a little bit, he spoke out as calmly as possible, "I can't be with you anymore." He stared blankly across the driveway, his attention lingering somewhere against their closed garage door as his hand clenched the steering wheel.

Sky stared into the open window at his boyfriend, or maybe now ex, a frown quickly spreading to his face. "You're overreacting… Don't say that."

"No, Sky, I'm not…"

"We were happy until we got here," Sky then murmured, seeing Bridge nibbling at the bottom lip because he knew that. "Just because you're stubborn and you can't do this for me…"

"Sky, I would do anything for you, but I'm not going to lie, especially about something that's so important to me," Bridge stated then, finally tossing his attention to Sky. "Yeah, sure, it seems easy to do… But what happens the next time I see your family, we just go back to lying, and I don't know if you realize right now, but it's killing me."

Another air of silence fell over them, the two of them now staring at each other tensely, Sky still leaning into the open car window. Bridge nervously tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, licking his bottom lip as he just wanted to end it and pull out of the driveway. "Just let me go… I want us to be over and I want to go home…"

Glancing towards his front door, Sky thought for a moment, not wanting his boyfriend to just walk out on him. He was happy with him, things were just so much better with this man in his life. Despite the situation with his parents, at this moment, he felt more comfortable with himself than he ever had in his life.

And he knew the second that Bridge took off, he was going to go back to being that insecure drunk at the club who would hit on anything that would give him a look. He didn't want to let that happen.

Leaning in further in the open window, he quickly pressed his lips against Bridge's in some sad attempt to remind him that they were made for each other. The other's lips trembled against his lovers as he leaned into him for a second before immediately backing of, shoving Sky away with his free hand and rolling up his window before he could get a second to react.

Sky watched Bridge pull out of the driveway, waving his hands for him to stop, but it wasn't seconds before the guy was speeding down the street. "Shit," Sky stammered shaking his head and watching the car disappear around the corner, leaving him standing in the empty driveway.

He took a deep breath, his mind going a million places at once at the moment. He just let his chance of happiness slip out the driveway and head back home without him. If he called, Bridge probably wouldn't pick up his phone. He needed to talk to him, he couldn't just let him get away like that.

He turned his head back towards the door of his home, slowly making his way back inside. Closing the door behind him, he locked it and shuffled into the kitchen, leaning over the kitchen counter, suddenly realizing that he was being joined by someone else. It was his little sister, who was staring at him curiously before she passed him, grabbing a soda out of the fridge.

They were silent for a moment, Michelle popping open her soda and taking a quick drink. She stared out the window, seeing the empty parking lot. In reality, she had been watching them ever since she heard the front door slam when Sky raced outside.

Running her finger over the edge of her soda can, she bit her lip and murmured, "Where'd Bridge go?"

"Back home," Sky grunted, taking a heavy breath just as he was about to leave the kitchen, very angry with her from earlier. She reached out, grabbing a hold of his shoulder and making him turn towards her. "What do you want? Don't you have a party to get to?"

She shook her head, tossing her glance to the ground. "I'm sorry…" she murmured then, setting her soda on the counter. He grunted, rolling his eyes, but remaining where he was. "You guys… really are… together, aren't you?"

Staring at her for a moment, he figured it was about time he stopped lying. After all, it had gotten him in so much trouble already. Right now, his ex-lover was driving by himself towards his home all because of stupid lies he was tossing around. He wasn't sure what good it was going to do now, but he figured he'd take a shot at telling the truth. "Yeah… we are… or we were. Not so much now…"

Michelle frowned, sighing heavily before she swept her brother up in a hug. "I messed everything up… I didn't mean to bring you into everything, but I was mad, and… It's not a bad thing that you're with Bridge."

"Then why'd you tell mom and dad?" he grunted back, easing into her hug regardless because at the moment, it was the only thing giving him comfort.

She rested her head against his chest, hugging him tightly around the waist. "You were going to tell them eventually, right?" He stared down at her, seeing her peacefully closing her eyes as she leaned against him. Suddenly he broke from the hug, smiling down at her and rushing out of the room, towards the hallway.

He swept past his room, then the guest bedroom, and onto his parents room, opening the door gently to find them both sleeping. Biting his lip, he sunk inside the room, coming to the side his mother was sleeping on. Reaching out, he gently shook her a bit until she woke up, staring up at him in confusion. "Sky, what's wrong?"

Kneeling to the floor, get got face to face with her as she turned on her side to get a better look at him. He took in a heavy breath, then slowly replying, "I have something to tell you."