Chapter Six: Hide Away
Disclaimer: I don't own Kiss From A Rose, or obviously the CD with that song, he's the great singer and songwriter, not me.
Isaac was busy painting while I was happily watching, in awe of his work. I couldn't believe that Isaac's father didn't approve of his son's career choice, I couldn't see Isaac doing anything else. Speaking of parents, my cellphone was ringing and the words Angela Petrelli were on the screen. I knew immediately that it was my mom, and so I reluctantly answered.
'Hi Mom.'' I said.
''Hello Peter, I hope you're doing well. I was wondering if you could join us for dinner tonight.'' she said.
''Sure Mom, could I bring Isaac?'' I asked, even though I knew she probably would have refused. Isaac glared at me, I knew that he would choose death over meeting my family but he couldn't avoid them forever.
''If you feel as though you must. We will have to talk about that though when you come over for dinner.'' she said with a sigh.
''What's there to talk about?'' I asked tensely.
''Peter, I'm afraid I have to go. Your father's calling me. Goodbye.'' she replied. I knew in my heart she was lying but I decided not to argue anymore.
Isaac stopped painting and sat down on a stool still glaring at me. ''You know, your mom might have the right idea about not bringing me over for dinner.'' he said through gritted teeth.
''So, that's how it's going to work. You never met each other, and we stay stuck in this perfect little bubble of yours.'' I replied with sarcasm.
''It's been working out well so far.'' he replied tonelessly.
''I want to be able to introduce my significant other to my family like any other son. Apparently, that's too much to ask of you.'' I said, almost yelling.
''Hey, it's not my fault your family's so bigoted, all right! They probably know that I'm a former junkie too, that would give them even more ammunition to hate me! You want to be able to introduce me to your family like any other son, well you can't and you're smart enough to know why!'' he yelled, knocking the stool he was sitting on over.
''I don't want to hide you like some dirty little secret.'' I yelled back.
''Whatever happened to not caring about what our families think?'' he asked.
''Well, I don't but I just want them to know who you are.'' I replied, nearing tears.
Isaac looked at me regretfully for a moment before replying: ''I'm sorry, I didn't know that it meant so much to you.''
''Of course it does, you ass.'' I replied, laughing a little.
''All right I will, but you'll have to kill me if you're going to convince me to wear a suit.'' he said.
''Oh, I can think of better things to do.'' I said with a wink.
''Well then, I have just the song for the occasion.'' he replied smiling seductively as he pulled out a Seal CD and put it on his old radio and kissed me senseless after pressing the play button. The song was Kiss From A Rose, and as we kissed passionately and ran over to his bedroom, I couldn't help but think how fitting this song was for us. We were becoming each other's addictions, and hopefully we would tell each other that it was healthy.