A/N: I'm posting Chapter 18 to make up for the time I took in posting Chapter 17…hehe…so read and review y'all! Enjoy!xD
My Porcelain Doll
Chapter Eighteen
"Oliver? Could you come over here to the palazzo? I've got a problem…"
"Well sure…expect me this afternoon…"
The French boy was worried. Normally when Enrique would call on his cellphone, the blonde would just rattle about whatever he was resentful for and get over it.
Today seemed different.
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"What's wrong?" the grass-haired chef asked his best friend as they strolled the flower-filled garden.
"It's…It's complicated." Enrique began with some uncertainty. "And I feel guilty…"
Oliver looked at him without responding, allowing him to continue.
"Er…well recently I've been feeling less and less for my girlfriends. I suppose they think I'm cheating on them. I pity them because they don't know the truth…and I'm not telling them that's why I feel guilty."
The Frenchman nodded. "And what is this 'truth' that you say?"
Enrique stopped walking and turned to look at him. "I'm gay."
Oli blinked. "Well welcome to the other side, Enri. About the telling Rosette and Bianca bit. I bet they won't flip as much as they would if you would tell them you were cheating on them. So just inform them…"
"It's kind of weird to know that your boyfriend is gay…" Enrique pointed out but the greenette dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
"They're women," he said. "They'll understand."
"That's exactly it." the blonde retorted. "They're women. They won't understand…"
"Oh don't underestimate their capacity to comprehend…" Oliver said lightly as they entered the sunroom to have lemonade and a cheesecake. "Tell them…"
The Italian sighed. "Oh all right…some day during a time…" then he hesitated for another reason. "Hang on…I need to pass liquid…"
The frenchie giggled but nodded anyway and as soon as his friend was gone he fished out his mobile and dialed a number.
"Oui. Bonjour Rosette…"
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Bianca and Rosette were strolling at The Plaza. The blonde was in a bad mood.
"He doesn't love us anymore! We're history!" she said as Rosette answered a call.
"Well?" Bianca ranted on. "Is he dumping us? Are we going to revolt?"
"Be calm Bi…" the redhead said, ending her call (well that was fast…). "It's none of that…"
"Then why is he acting like this?" Bianca was on the verge of tears.
Rosette couldn't help but smile softly as she comforted her best friend. "He's…gay."
Bianca blinked and her tone changed. "Oh…is that the case?"
The redhead nodded. "It was Oliver who called—" the blonde raised an eyebrow and Tuscan rolled her eyes.
"We correspond Bi…" she said. "He told me that Enrique was…out of the closet."
Bianca was looking at her with mildly pertreubued eyes.
"What?" Rosette asked.
"Who is it?" the other whispered.
"Who's who?" the redhead returned, disturbed by the blonde's sudden change of mood.
"Who does Enrique like?" Bianca asked with the air of a professional gossiper.
Rosette blushed modestly. "That I do not know, but I have a hunch…"
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"Woah Enri…what made you convert?" Johnny asked as he, Enrique and Robert were at the living room waiting for Oliver to call them for supper.
"Or rather…who?" asked the ever observant German.
The Italian frowned and stared at the kitchen, then leaned closer to the other two. "I have fallen…" he said in a low voice..
Robert laughed and Johnny beamed.
"That's great!" said the redhead.
"You said he was a hard catch…" Enrique replied, fearing unrequited love.
"He won't be…" the Scott replied. "The way I see it…he's in love with you too."
"Just be frank," Robert added. "Don't change for him. People like other people for being just the way they are."
"Besides, you know him more than I do now…" Johnny said with a great big smile. "So, when's the wedding?"
Enrique whacked him. "Believe it or not, I'm not as randy as you two."
"You know you want him…" the feisty redhead sang as his lover laughed, earning them both more whacks from the embarrassed Italian.
Okay…so Robert and Johnny knew that he loved Oliver already. Now to break-up with his girlfriends.
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Enrique was lounging casually on the big couch in his living room when Gustav came in ushering bashful-looking Rosette and Bianca.
The Italian immediately sat up and the butler left them alone.
"Alo Enri, you wanted to talk to us?" Bianca asked.
"Er, yeah…" the boy tried to smile, then pointed to two equally big couches. "Do sit, this is awfully weird."
The pair obeyed, feeling as if the whole thing was like some kind of job interview.
"Girls…" Enri began; the redhead and the blonde looked at him expectantly. He took a deep breath. "I'm gay…"
At that point Gustav came in with refreshments and the young Italian was momentarily terrified. Whether the butler heard the confession or not, he didn't show it. However, just before leaving the room, the butler stopped for a split second, thinking about what the boy said and who might have possibly bent him. If Gustav's hunch was correct, then his godson was in safe hands.
Enrique sighed as the man left, he was sure that he had heard he was gay.
"So…" Rosette said, interrupting his thoughts. "You're breaking up with us?"
The blonde boy smiled weakly and nodded. Bianca and Rosette exchanged wistful glances.
Enrique stood up and gathered the two best friends in a tight, well-meant hug. "Thanks for understanding. You two deserve someone else better than me…"
"But you'll be our best, Enrique…" Bianca replied as they let go.
"Good luck," Rosette added as they turned to leave.
The Roman just nodded and waved goodbye. Bianca stole one last look; she couldn't stop herself from running back and embracing Enrique one last time before a teary Rosette dragged her away.
The huge double oak doors closed behind them.
Enrique wasn't stupid. He knew what Oliver did. And he was very grateful to the boy.
TBCA/N: next up…Enrique has a nightmare! It's the introduction to some characters in G-rev…especially the Barthez Battalion and their wrinkly coach! …anyhow, review and enjoy!xD Ciao!