Chapter Nine: Heart Breaking Discovery
Two teenage boys sleep soundly on a old couch, which has seen better days. Virgil had lost his innocents to his boyfriend, Jay. The younger teen is held closely in his sleep, has dreads nuzzled gently by Jay in his slumber. That cuddle was just enough to wake up the hero, who lazily opens his bronze eyes. The first thing he notices is the raise of his body, sinking shortly after as Jay breaths. He still remains in the other man's arms, even through the day. It was late, but not too late. Virgil won't get in too much trouble. He smiles gently to himself.
Who would've thought I'd fall for a guy…
The dark color of Jay's winter cap catches the hero. Now that Virgil thought about it, he had never seen him without it on. Curiously, Virgil slips off the large hat to get a better look at him. His hair was pitch black, spiked upwards like someone he use to know. He smiles, running his fingers through the greasy hair of the other man, unaware that he is actually homeless.
He just treats me so well…And he is handsome.
Upon sending short locks of dark hair downward, something catches his attention. Titling his head to the right, the young man blinks a few times. Jay had red roots.
I didn't know he dyed his hai-
Blonde roots catch his attention as well, stopping any thoughts and movements. Brown eyes widen behind open lids as the teen stares at the sleeping man in disbelief. The sleeping man groans quietly in his sleep, stirring slowly.
Virgil hesitates, a sickening and unsettling feeling hit's the very pit of his stomach. N-no…I-it…it can't be… Just to make sure he wasn't imaging things, Virgil looks at the man's face again. Sure enough, the roots of his goatee and even eyebrows were a dark shade of red. They were definitely red. N-no…Unsure of what to make of this, Virgil quickly gets to his feet, off the couch, gaping at realization. Jay was HotStreak this whole time. He had lied…and that wasn't even the beginning of it.
Slowly waking up out of his own slumber, the sleepy man sluggishly opens his eyes. "…? Virgil?" He is out of it, the curse of not being a morning person. The man hated mornings, it didn't even have to be morning. It was just the waking up thing. Jay rubs the sleep out of his eyes.
"Y-you…" There is pain in Virgil's voice. Without realizing it, he picks up his clothes, dressing as quickly as he can so he could get out of there. To run away and never return. Be he could never do that.
Confused, the older teen sits up, noting the hurt in his love's voice and the expression he wore. "What is goi-" he stops breathing as he sees his hat on the arm of the couch. His eyes widen to the realization that Virgil must have seen his roots. He was gonna re-dye his hair on Sunday…it was Saturday. Unable to breath, Francis's heart shatters before him as he glances up to see Virgil fully dressed, tears in his eyes. His beautiful brown eyes.
Knives rip through Virgil's whole being as green eyes look at him. "I…I felt bad enough for thinking I'd killed…you…didn't have to…t-to…"
"You don't understand Virgil! I had to do this! I-"
"You got me back now…" Tears flood his now drained eyes, falling down his cheeks. The face that had Francis's lips on them…touching…"Just leave me alone." Virgil runs off quickly, unsure of where it was he was going. He just needed to get out of there.
"WAIT!" Francis shouts as loud as he can. He is ignored. "Damn it…" The man dresses quickly, deciding it best to leave town. What else could he do? "Why'd he have to…find out…" If he could, HotStreak would turn back the clock, to tell the world he wasn't really dead and that the government found it easier to keep him locked up for life. That it was safer for the world and it's people. Now that he thought about it, he was probably better off locked up. He had fallen for someone…and lied to them every single day. However, these feelings were not a lie. They were real. And so was the pain.