Disclaimer: I do not own the Bully game, but I did write this story that has ten times the gayness of the video game. That counts for something, right? ^-^
Author's Note: I'm too nervous to sleep (I start a new trimester tomorrow and I'm going to be a TA), so I decided to write out this short chapter with jittery fingers. *fights urge to put a smiley face*
EvilChick101: Haha, why thank you very much!
A Boy Named Troy
Chapter Seventeen
Gord was lovingly nestled under his boyfriend's arm as they sat on the common room's couch. It had been nearly a week since their last argument and the two seemed closer than ever. No longer did Gord have the desire to nag Jimmy about their relationship. In return, James was allowing more and more contact in public. Just days ago, the prep would have never dreamed of being seated in the position that he was in in the dorms, but there he was, in a dreamlike state.
Unfortunately, Gord's passive behavior that was benefitting the relationship was a result of an atrocity. Six days ago, he found himself having to sneak out of Vance's room very early in the morning. They had spent the past night simply holding each other and kissing a little. Gord could have confessed to Jimmy, he could have ignored the greaser or broken it off with him, but he did not do either of those things. Instead, he tried his best to act normal in front of his boyfriend, while running off with Vance every couple of nights. Lying to the boy he loved the most, the one he threw everything away for, nearly brought vile to his throat. He was afraid that, at the moment, the affair was too valuable to end. Gord needed the release so that he would not push James away with his selfish desires.
Kowalski had invited Jimmy to hang out with him at the dorms earlier in the day. For one of the first times, Jim actually seemed to want Gord to tag along. Naturally, Troy came with the two of them. At first they just sat around the shabby (at best) living area, making awkward small talk, while the brat just stared at his feet. After the light amount of snowfall they were having that year was mentioned five times, Peter took Troy over to the old arcade game. It was adorable to watch them, though the ex-prep would never admit that he felt that way. The brat had to stand on a box to be able to properly see the screen.
"Did you actually think that I would survive two minutes in a rubbish heap like this?" Gord jokingly mumbled to his boyfriend, timidly bringing his head to lay on James' chest. Besides Troy and the head boy, the place was completely abandoned. Guess it was rare for kids to want to stay in before it was required.
"The beach house was way worse than this before Troy cleaned it up."
"Mm, so it was." Gord all but purred. He was not sure if he had ever felt so relaxed and joyful at the same time. The atmosphere was so comfortable, that the prep felt safe to teasingly say his next comment. "You know Jim, I'm kind of fond of having you around." Out of instincts, he braced himself for a bad reaction.
Jimmy laughed deeply, gently shaking Gord's head, and patted him on the knee. "I love you too." The great king of Bullworth might have actually reddened a little, but Gord could never be sure; James had turned his face away too quickly to be sure. The slightly taller of the two wanted to taunt his boyfriend a little. He craved to be able to say: "Haha, I knew you did!" But he was able to resist. The fact that Jim admitted his feelings was nothing short of a miracle, and the prep was now, after all the time they had been together, able to recognize and appreciate this.
"Hey guys, I have to go now, Head Boy business." Kowalski informed them after a few minutes of silent post confession time. The short, pink shirted boy was now standing in front of the couple. Troy was by his side. "I'm really sorry. I forgot all about it!"
"Chill Pete, it's alright." Jimmy's voice cracked a tiny bit, but everyone ignored it.
"Farewell Kowalski."
"Bye Petey." Troy said. The brat genuinely looked saddened by the departure.
Before shuffling out the door, Peter half waved, "Well, see you guys."
Gord motioned to also rise, but was pulled back by Jimmy. "Let's just hang around here some more." An instant glaze covered Troy's eyes.
"I believe that the child is just about bored to death."
"Turn on the TV and watch something violent." Jim ordered the small boy, who happily complied.
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All three of them stayed like that, undisturbed, for two and a half police shows. Troy sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes glued to the television set. Jimmy held Gord on the uncomfortable couch as they too watched. A smile was plastered on everyone's face. They were nearly like a normal American family. "This could be a Christmas card picture moment." Gord contently mused to himself.
With a glance at his real gold watch, the tranquil family scene came to an end. "Oh goodness, I am late!" Gord hopped up. Only Troy looked somewhat curious, for Gord had told Jimmy alone that he had plans to go out to dinner with a friend.
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that." James just slouched back further. Troy joined him on the sofa. "Who're you going with anyways? Bif?"
Gord nearly paled. Could he tell him the true identity of the person he would be spending the better part of the rest of the evening with? In the past, he had not hid that he accompanied his greaser after taking Troy shopping. Jimmy seemed perfectly fine with that. "Vance is taking me out for hamburgers. He has been very supportive after my abandonment."
"Oh." Jimmy just nodded and motioned for Gord to get out of the way of the television screen. Not every thing in their relationship could be corrected with the wrong. As Gord opened the front door, Jim called back, "I've got some things to do later on and they might take awhile. I'm just gonna drop Troy off with Gary."
"I see." Gord answered, wanting to just emerge himself in the cold, instead of only exposing half of his body to the bitter wind. "I hope you will enjoy yourself."
There was shrugging movements. "You'll probably have more fun than me."
"I am sure." The rich boy quietly mumbled to himself, before saying with more volume, "Have a good night you two!" He blew Jimmy the kiss he had forgotten to gently press down on his lips.
It was somewhat of a surprise when Vance appeared by the front gates of the school. "How did you know where I was?" Gord asked with a slight shock smile, a grin he could easily say he had never put on before.
"Heard it around." The tad bit taller male quickly slipped out of his beaten leather jacket, revealing a very tight, black, long-sleeved shirt that was hidden underneath. "You cold?"
The ex-prep peered down at his recently outdated Aquaberry sweater. "A little."
Facing him, Vance lifted the jacket above Gord before slipping it onto the back of his shoulders. The greaser used the article of clothing to pull the rich boy close. They brought their mouths together, but things did not go very well. Gord kept accidentally disconnecting them by beaming. "You seem happy tonight." Vance murmured after giving up and lowering his face. His cold, chapped lips danced across the thin skin of the brunette's neck.
Gord wanted to proudly shout out the enormous step forward that Jimmy took. He wanted to brag about how amazing he had felt before going to Vance. What he did not want to do was upset his couple-of-hours date and cut into their fun time, so he bottled up the reasons for his smiles. "I am just so excited to see you." Pleased, the greaser laughed in a low tone and they giddily made off to the tenements.
…a normal family…