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: This is the end ladies and gentleman! Stay tune for my next story "by The Angel's Broken Wing"
Chapter Nineteen
Bridge stepped out of his car with a heavy sigh, wandering towards the trunk and yanking his suitcase out of there. It had been an extremely long drive and he was so tired that he almost wanted to stop, but by the time he thought about it, he only had two more hours to go, so he decided to push through and get himself home.
Dragging his suitcase behind him, he slowly climbed the stairs towards his apartment room, his mind cluttered and half awake. He hadn't stopped thinking of Sky the entire car ride home. So many things that he was going to miss, so many things that had made him mad, and so many reasons why this break up was such a good thing for him.
It was a good thing, it was a fantastic thing. Without Sky, he wouldn't have to worry about lying as much as he had to in the past few days. He was going to find a guy who wasn't going to be afraid to be with him. Which suddenly got him thinking. Sky wasn't afraid to be with him elsewhere. Just around his parents.
Bridge shook his head, attempting to remind himself that the decision he made was a good one. Suddenly, though, as he reached the top of the stairs and turned the corner to his apartment's door, he saw Sky sitting on the floor, leaning his head back against the wall.
As he heard the sound of footsteps, Sky glanced over with half a smirk, slowly bringing himself to his feet as Bridge's walking slowed, dragging his suitcase behind him. "What are you… how did you get here… before me?" he questioned, shaking his head lightly as Sky shrugged.
"It's amazing where frequent flier miles can get you these days," he stated, chuckling briefly, seeing the Bridge had stopped halfway down the hallway now with no intent on getting any closer. "I couldn't let you leave…"
"You have your sister's graduation to go to," Bridge muttered, being the only thing he could think of at the moment. "And… we're over, Sky."
The other bit his lip, wanting to inch closer to his lover, but figuring standing still was a better way to go. "I came all this way to apologize to you. Can you give me a chance?"
Bridge didn't respond, instead just staring at him because he was the only thing blocking him from getting into his apartment. He wanted this to be over. He just wanted to walk into his apartment, throw his things on the floor, and hopefully forget everything that had happened with Sky. Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to move.
"I realized something when you left," he stated slowly, leaning back against the wall as he stared blankly to the floor, feeling better with talking to the carpet than directly at Bridge. "I'm an idiot…"
The guy smirked lightly, although he knew it wasn't meant to be funny. As soon as Sky glanced up at him, his smile faded as he averted his attention elsewhere. Sky paused for a moment, taking in a heavy breath as he began playing with the edge of his shirt. It seemed that the right words had suddenly explained it, although he was pretty sure his last few just about summed it up.
Bridge stared up at him, the two of them locking eyes, the tense feeling between them building in an instant. "I cared so much… about… what my parents thought of me," he muttered then with a heavy breath, tugging at his shirt before dropping his gaze to the carpet, still finding it easier to talk to that than Bridge. "That I didn't realize what was good for me… and you… definitely you."
Bridge bit his lip, nodding his head before letting his suitcase slip to the floor, his hand growing sweaty from holding onto the handle. He tucked his hands away in his pockets, wavering lightly on his heels as he waited for his ex-lover to spill his heart.
"Although, I mean, at the same time… I was a little upset that you couldn't just-"
"Lie for you?" Bridge questioned, shaking his head. "We've been through this. That's asking too much and I can't bring myself to lie like that," Bridge grunted then, having some gut feeling that they were just going to argue and he was going to stand there and let his heart ache more. He needed to get into his home, slam the door, and push Sky further back in his mind.
Shoving past the other man, he fumbled with his keys, having trouble getting to the right one with Sky standing there, nearly breathing down his neck. Eventually he got it, but just as he was about to unlock his door, Sky placed a hand over his. "I told you this earlier, I want to go home."
"And I traveled all this way, so stay out here and listen to me!" Sky yelped back, Bridge narrowing his eyes on him as Sky made him take his hand from the door knob. He then tugged at his key ring before getting them from Bridge's hands, tossing them down the hallway.
"Stop acting like you're two and go home," Bridge grunted, attempting to shove past him to retrieve his keys.
The second he took a step, Sky snatched him by the sleeve of his shirt, forcing him back in front of him, attempting to trap him between the closed door and his body. He wasn't holding him there, just lingering before him. "Stop acting like you're the only one who's hurt here…" Sky muttered then, biting at his lower lip.
"I'm not hurt," Bridge shot back, shaking his head before averting his attention towards his keys that were lying a few feet away. He could have easily slipped away from Sky, snatched them up, and just left for his car to get away for now, but he kept to where he was.
Sky smirked briefly, shaking his head with a slight chuckle of disbelief. "What? It's not funny," Bridge grunted back, narrowing his eyes on the man.
"I thought you didn't like lying," he stated then, Bridge shaking his head and breaking away from Sky, making his way down the hallway. He snatched up his keys, taking a few steps towards the stairs to get outside. "I told my parents," Sky then called out, the other man stopping in his tracks.
Bridge stood with his back towards the other man, taking a heavy breath and waiting for him to finish. "I told them everything… how I wasn't with Gayle, how I wasn't going to school, that I met you at work and that we're together… They weren't really happy with me at all," Sky explained, licking his lip slightly as he once again began fiddling with his shirt.
After a long moment of silence, Sky took a breath and muttered, "But I don't care… if they… don't appreciate the fact that I'm happy where I am, then they're really not worth my time." Bridge turned around, seeing his companion's attention drawn to the floor. "So, that's why… I came back here… to make sure you know that they knew and that we don't have to lie anymore and I want you… to come back, Bridge."
Bridge stared at him for a long while, remaining in his spot. "You told them all of that…?"
"I told them everything," Sky confirmed with a sure nod of his head, seeing Bridge slowly making his way back down the hallway now. "So, now they know… weather they like it, I don't… really care," he murmured then, Bridge frowning because he could tell that Sky did care, at least just a little bit. But he was trying and he had made such a big move already.
Bridge jingled his keys, once again searching for the one that was going to open the door to his apartment. While he shifted through them, he bit his lip, not really sure what to say. He was confused, extremely confused. He had just been over to his lover's parent's home where he had lied about his whole life, or least Sky had.
And now, that same man was standing next to him in the hallway, making up for everything he had done. It was just too good to be true.
"How do I know you won't do it again?" Bridge questioned, dropping his hand to his side, his keychain swinging of the end of his finger. Sky leaned his head back against the wall, staring down at the shorter man with a slight shrug.
Reaching ouch, he looped off of his fingers in the keychain, a few others around Bridge's, playfully tugging on it a bit. "Just trust me," he muttered with half a smirk, still tugging on the keys. "Think of everything I've already done for you… do you think I'm going to do something else stupid… again… and let you get away?"
Bridge stared up at him, half a smile coming to his face as he tugged his keys back and finding the one to unlock his door. "I hope not," he muttered before opening his doors, taking a few back steps down the hallway to retrieve his suitcase. The two of them exchanged a warm silence as Bridge snatched up his bag, turning back around to get back into his home.
Just as he was about to slip into the door, Sky stopped him, pulling him into a sudden and all too longed for kiss just to seal his apology. Once they broke away, Bridge closed his eyes with a brief blush, lowering his head. "You can come with me to visit my parents in about a week's time," Sky then stated, Bridge suddenly looking up in confusion.
"I'm sure we're the last two people they want to see right now," Bridge laughed, making his way into his house. "Why are you going back?"
"I was in such a hurry that I left my suitcase there…" Sky muttered, nervously scratching at the back of his head, seeing Bridge fully make his way into the apartment. "I don't even have a change of clothes…"
Bridge smirked, stopping in the doorway. "And are you just assuming that you're staying the night now?"
Sky looked around, then glancing at his watch. It was well into the morning by now and he really didn't have the strength to head home right then. "I kind of thought… yeah…"
Rolling his eyes, Bridge reached ouch and tugged Sky into the house so he wasn't lingering in the hallway for much longer. "I have a solution for your clothes problem," he muttered then before closing the door to his apartment, happy to be back home, and even happier that he had come back to his boyfriend.
That's all folks!!