Thank you to FelicityGreyson who corrected the French for this chapter! Hope everyone enjoys!
"Enrique! Enrique, pour pleurer dehors fort - réveillez-vous!" Oliver shouted at his friend.
"Huh? What!" Enrique yawned.
"It's almost midday! Are you getting up or what!"
"Oh, sure! Is it almost lunch yet?!" He asked.
"It's midday of course it's time for lunch!" Oliver answered. "But our cook has the flu so I'm cooking for you!"
"R-really!?" Enrique said in disbelief. "I haven't had one of YOUR meals in ages! I can't wait!"
Oliver couldn't help but smile at this comment. He left Enrique to get dressed and went to the kitchen to start cooking.
His smile did not fade even when serving the food to Enrique and himself. The two of them were alone in the room because Oliver's parents were working.
"Oliver what's with that huge grin on your face? You look like a hot girl just kissed you!" Enrique started.
"Eh? No! No one did such a thing! I just felt so happy that you were so excited about my cooking!" Oliver smiled.
"Oh, ok but you can stop it now! It's kinda creepy!"
"Sorry!" Oliver's expression dropped.
They ate silently and Oliver collected up their plates.
"So what are you doing today?" Oliver asked, picking up Enrique's plate.
"Well, I've been hanging with cute french girls for the past week! So maybe I'll stay here today! How about training?"
Enrique asked.
"Well, I was thinking of going to the Musée du Louvre today!" Oliver sighed.
"Meh! I guess if it's ok, I'll join you!"
"Sure! But, I thought you weren't interested in museums!"
"I'm not really bothered. I thought I should hang out with you since you seem to have been moping around and I was a little rude about visiting for only the chance to see french girls! Anyway, don't they have a section about the Romans?"
"Yes they do! I'm sorry if I worried you by appearing to have been 'moping' I've been fine!"
Oliver took their plates away and then he and Enrique went to the Louvre.
"It's fairly empty! But then again who'd want to go to this boring dump!" Enrique commented.
"It's just a quiet day! Many people do enjoy fine art, unlike you!" Oliver snarled.
"Oh, sorry! It kinda came out!"
"Why did you even come here!"
"To cheer you up!"
"But I bet you'd rather be chasing skirts all day!"
Some people stood and stared at this argument.
"Regardez! Une querelle d'amoureux!" A girl said.
"Ils regardent si doux comme couple!" Her friend said.
Oliver and Enrique could hear them.
"What! Are they saying? Oliver!" Enrique snarled.
Oliver blushed at their comment. "Nothing!" He snapped.
"He is not as lucky as I am. I have a much nicer girlfriend!" A boy said.
"Thank you!" His girlfriend blushed hanging onto him.
"Is he sure that's a girl?" Someone said in another group. "I heard that that's a guy, who's an excellent chef!"
"Where did you hear that?" Someone nearby said.
"I saw a picture on a restaurant sign and the picture looks a lot like that person over there!"
"Hmph! I'm leaving! It's getting stuffy in here!" Enrique left in a huff.
"Enrique..." Oliver whispered. He was embarrassed and upset.
Oliver returned home after the embarrassing scene. He went to his living room and jumped onto the sofa, crying.
"Pourquoi suis-je bete!" Oliver cried into a pillow. "I ruined everything with Enrique today! I can't bear him to be angry! I just love him so much!"
"Who so much?"
Oliver looked up. There stood Enrique, who looked confused. He had walked in on the last sentence. Oliver dried his tears.
"Well Oliver, who do you love so much?"
"Y-you! I-I love you Enrique!" Oliver said quietly.
"You- what! Wait me!" Enrique took a few moments to react. "As a friend right?"
"No! I really do love you! More than a friend!"
"What! I never knew you were really like that! You're kidding! Me!? I thought you may be a little girly sometimes! But I never thought you'd actually be gay! Why me! No wonder you never showed interest in girls! This is too weird!"
Oliver frowned. He knew Enrique would freak, but Robert had suggested that he should know sooner rather than later.
Enrique was standing in shock, his mouth wide open.
"Enrique? Enrique? You scaring me!" Oliver had sat up and was hugging his pillow for protection.
"Erm, I don't know what to say anymore! I guess I'll leave for Rome now! Cya!" Enrique headed to the door.
"Wait! Don't leave! I'm sorry that I upset you!"
"Musta been hard huh!?" His tone was serious.
"What must of?"
"Telling me this! That you love me! You knew that I was gonna freak, didn't you!?"
"Yeah."
"So what made you decide now?"
"Back in Spain, when you and Johnny were out, Robert talked to me. He could tell that I like you and he told me I should tell you before it's too late. Now was probably my bad timing!" Oliver had a worried tone in his face.
"This is gonna feel weird." Enrique whispered to himself. "It's ok Oliver! It was brave of you to tell me in the first place! I guess I will stay at least a few more days!"
Enrique approached his friend and gave him a light kiss on the forehead before leaving the room. Oliver blushed, and smiled.
"Il me semble que vous m'avez accepter. Je vous remercie Enrique!"
Enrique laid down on his bed, well the bed he's been sleeping in while he'd been staying at Oliver's, and sighed. What did he do before leaving the room? Kiss his best friend on the forehead? His best friend, who just admitted he loved him!
This was a lot for Enrique to handle, he liked Oliver as a friend, but he'd never thought of Oliver as anything more than that. Enrique knew he was so into girls!
"He did blush, when I was being silly trying to get him to tell me who he liked. Hmm. I thought it was embarrassment but maybe it was my 'flirting'!" Enrique said to himself. "And strangely I enjoyed flirting with him!"
Was Enrique really all that into girls? He just wasn't sure anymore. This whole thing made him feel slightly messed up.
Obviously Oliver didn't want to tell him who he liked before because the person Oliver was talking about before was him!
"I guess it wouldn't hurt to give him a chance! It might be a fun experiment or something. That kinda sounds like a line from a song by Katy Perry! Maybe I'll like him, after all Oliver is really feminine, which does make him kinda cute. If he was a girl I probably would've gone out with him ages ago!" Enrique got up and left his room.
Enrique re-entered the room. Oliver was still there. He was curled up on the sofa, hugging his pillow.
"Hey Oliver!" Enrique smiled.
"Hey Enrique!" Oliver glanced up at him.
"So you and me? Where ya wanna go?"
"What do you mean? I never said I wanted to go anywhere!"
"Not even for a date?"
"A date? Really!" Oliver looked hopeful.
"Sure why not! Maybe a date with a guy will be fun!"
"Oh Enrique you're the best!" Oliver jumped up and hugged him.
"I know! So where shall we go?"
"How about Luxembourg park?"
"Sure and we could have a picnic!"
"OK! I'm sure there are plenty of snacks in the fridge we can take!" Oliver beamed and then he ran to the kitchen and filled a basket for the picnic.
Oliver and Enrique were sat in the park midway through their picnic. This 'date' really didn't seem any different then just hanging out as friends.
"So Oliver, what's for dessert?" Enrique asked.
"Well I have a chocolate parfait for both of us!" Oliver mumbled, reaching into the basket and bringing them out.
Enrique frowned. "Not what I meant!" he mumbled.
"Huh?" Oliver didn't hear him.
Enrique crept closer, so close that they touched. He stared deeply into Oliver's eyes, his breath stroking Oliver's face.
Oliver responded with a deep red blush.
"It's been kinda fun, but it could be better! How about it?" Enrique smirked.
"Y-you don't have to!"
"Ah, but I want to, if it's ok with you!"
"Really? Enri..."
"Ssh! Don't speak!" Enrique whispered and kissed Oliver on the lips.
It was a beautiful sensation, Oliver didn't want it to end. He'd never enjoyed anything this much in his life. He hoped that Enrique wouldn't stop as the Italian stroked his cheek and then wrapped his arms around the french boy. Oliver wasn't the only one enjoying himself, Enrique had never had such a magical feeling when he'd kissed a girl. He knew Oliver would be enjoying this, so it didn't matter that he was now holding him in his arms. He felt happy that Oliver put his arms around the blond. Eventually, after what felt like forever had passed they broke away from their embrace.
"So how was that for dessert?" Enrique smirked.
"It was better then anything I coulda cooked up!" Oliver smiled.
"It was too good to be true, Oliver I've never felt such a sensation with anyone before!"
"Nor have I." Oliver's cheeks were pink.
"I think I'm in love with you now!" He smiled coolly.
"Enrique!" Oliver was so glad that he'd returned his feelings.
Once again the two of them had a long smooth, sensual kiss.
Translations:
Enrique, pour pleurer dehors fort - réveillez-vous! - Enrique, for crying out loud! Wake up!
Regardez ! Une querelle d'amoureux!- Oh look! A lover's quarrel!
Ils regardent si doux comme couple!- They look so sweet as a couple!
Pourquoi suis-je bete! - Why am I so stupid!
Il me semble que vous m'avez accepter. Je vous remercie Enrique! - It appears to me that you accept me. Thank you Enrique!