Disclaimer: I own this story even though I don't own all the characters that compose it ... and it's not that bad right?
I know how much you hate me now, believe me, I know. But sometimes it has to go a little bad to better savor the moments of happiness. Yes, it also works for real life, think about it.
This chapter is in three parts. I debated for a moment with myself the possibility of doing three chapters, but I'm pretty sure that some of you would lynch me if I'd made you wait for two more chapter to have what they're looking forward. In addition, I used a song that I made as a duet, so to avoid doing anything too heavy where I spend my time saying who sings, I alternated the words in italics and words in bold italics. I trust you to know on your own who sings what, you'll see.
Small safe sex bracket. I want to clarify there's a reason why, in the last chapter, the boys used a condom in this very... hot scene. And that's a good reason. Yes, oral sex is already sex and yes, some sexually transmitted diseases can be caught like that. And this is valid for any oral sex, if you know what I mean. Well, for the other versions, protect yourself is a bit more complicated and, unfortunately, less talked about, but it's also important, I can only encourage you to go search for 'dental dam' on the Internet. If you felt that you were mature enough to read this story despite the ratings and my warnings, then you are mature enough to take responsibility to inform yourself on how to have fun without putting your health at risk.
What you missed on The Rose and The Fox
After Sebastian visited Dave at the hospital, they became friends. Sebastian met Sarah, Dave's aunt with whom he lived until the end of high school. Dave met Sebastian's father, probably not the best day of his life, and also his sister, remained in France. In some ways, say through the Internet.
They are now both at university in Chicago, Dave studies teaching at Loyola University and Sebastian is in law at the University of Chicago.
But during the course of the summer, Dave met Logan who has proved to be particularly jealous of the relationship between the other two boys and asked Dave to choose between him and Sebastian. Dave chose despite himself but decided to give a chance to his couple.
The Christmas holidays were far from the best of Dave's life that year. Still in the euphoria of his early relationship with Logan, he had refused to see that in fact it was already almost done and had agreed to cut ties with Sebastian.
For a few days, Logan was reassured, but soon, his jealousy had resurfaced and he left Dave barely more than a week after the door of Sebastian's apartment had been closed between them.
He was in morose mood when he returned to Lima to spend the holidays with his father. He tried hard to take part in the festivities and smile, but the heart was not really there. And Paul was not fooled.
"Are you okay David?" He asked, sitting beside his son on the couch on Christmas Eve.
"Yes, I am." Dave said with a forced smile.
Paul sighed quietly. He saw that his son was lying to him and the last time this happened, things had gone quite bad. He had to push Dave to talk to him, or at least be sure he could open up to someone else.
"Your classes, it goes well? You're still happy with your choice?"
"Yes, it's going very well. I think I did fine in my final exams. And I'm sure of my choice ... of studies. It might not be what I wanted to do at first, but it suits me."
"So much the better. It has been difficult the past few years for you. It's about time you find how to be happy."
"Yes, probably."
"You got yourself some friends over there?"
"Yes, a few. We review together before exams. Even Jenny always comes while she doesn't follow at all the same classes as us."
"Jenny is the girl you talked about at Thanksgiving? This is a close friend it seems. You can invite her here someday if you want."
"Yes, she is. I'll see with her if she has to go home the next time I may be come."
"And Sebastian? It is a little settled with his family? He spends the holidays with them?"
Dave fell apart at the mention of his former friend.
"I ... I do not know, I think." He said looking down before taking a breath and resume. "I made a mistake dad."
"Did you ... do it again ..." Paul asked, panicked.
"What? Oh no, no. I get better, don't worry."
"So what is it? You can tell me you know David." Paul said, squeezing his son's hand.
"I ... I don't know where to start."
"The beginning would be the easiest I think. I'd ask you if you got a girl pregnant but it would be surprising." Paul said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.
"No, that's not it either. I ... I met someone this summer in class."
"You ... you didn't ... I mean, I know you've changed ... but you didn't force that boy to ..."
"No, of course not."
Paul looked relieved and motioned for Dave to keep going.
"We started to sympathize and then ..."
"Oh no ... You didn't have sex with that boy and caught a disease?"
"NO! Well, yes, well ... I mean, we ... we dated and uh ... we also had ... sexual ... intercourses. But we used protection all the time. "
"So you have a boyfriend, right? You know it's not a mistake that? You know it David, if you're happy, that's all that matters. "
"I had. I had a boyfriend, it's over."
"Did you cheat on him? Is this the mistake you're talking about and that's why you broke up?"
"No, it's worse dad."
"Worse than cheating?"
"Let me speak please. At first, it was fine. He was sweet and attentive, we had lots in common. But then, Sebastian came back from France and we began to see each other as before. Logan ... he began to be jealous. I didn't really pay attention, he just wanted to be together more and he made sure to be there when I was seeing Sebastian. Then he began to say that Sebastian wants to sleep with me and that sooner or later he'll put me in his bed because he's so charismatic that he has everything he wants. When we came back to Chicago after Thanksgiving, Logan had not bear we spent holidays together and he told me to choose, that it was him or Sebastian."
"And you chose Sebastian. You don't see it that way right now because the break up is still painful, but someone who asks you to do this kind of choice ..."
"No. I chose Logan. I ... I agreed to cut ties with Sebastian to save what I had with Logan. But I couldn't save it. He was increasingly jealous, he was sure I was seeing Sebastian behind his back, without telling him. And very quickly, it was any boy with whom I spoke. He broke up, barely a week later."
"Oh, I see."
"I've broken all contact with my best friend for a story that was already over."
"You should call him. Sebastian. I'm sure it's fixable."
"I deleted his number, deleted his email address from my contacts ... I erased him from my life ... because Logan asked."
"You've already erased his address from your memory? I'm sure not. Go to see him, talk to him."
"To say what? Sorry, I removed you from my life on a whim, but now I need you?"
"Something like that, yes."
"I can't ... I just can't."
"You can't stay like that David. You miss him."
"I miss him since he closed the door when I told him that I chose Logan. He was my best friend, how could I do that?"
"You love him? I mean, not as a brother or even a friend. You really love him I mean."
"I ... I think so. And I screwed, he's not even my friend any more, he's not even in my life. That's my fault."
"It'll work out. It'll get better, you'll see." Paul said gently squeezing his son's shoulder.
"Thanks Dad."
"Nothing."
The conversation had turned in Dave's head for several days. A part of him wanted to believe that what his father had told him was true. But when he tried to put himself in the place of Sebastian, he couldn't help thinking he had done the most horrible thing he could do and couldn't get out of his head that if he was Sebastian he would struggle to forgive.
So he continued to refuse to try to contact his friend. Because if he was honest, having erased his phone number was a poor excuse. In the era of social networks, he had to type only one name to find his best friend. Or even a single person to call and ask the famous number. He still had the numbers of Kurt, Blaine, Nick, David, Wes and even Cameron, and they probably all had Sebastian's number, if he really wanted to call him.
But he wouldn't do it. Not after rejecting Sebastian on a whim.
Hell! This is the word that was coming to Sebastian thinking about his Christmas vacation. He had to go at his with his father who had no business trip planned at this time. Not that he kept time to spend with his son, or even to welcome his daughter, who was to spend the holidays with family. No, he stayed home because he had organized a big Christmas party with all his employees and their families.
Yes, really, Sebastian feared this holiday and especially this evening. Of course, Chloe would be there and it was enough to warm his heart. But the idea of having to sit through the boring dinner, surrounded by all business partners of his father, who would not fail to keep abreast of the progress of his studies and worse, how many girls he had put in his bed ... it was particularly unbearable.
To say that the evening didn't meet his expectations would be a lie. As expected, the atmosphere was particularly uptight. As expected, John Smythe's employees were interested in him as the future successor of his father. As expected, women in the audience spent the evening to ask if he had a charming well educated girlfriend who would one day be his wife. As expected, the men of the party were interested in the number of his conquests one night, on the pretext that he was of an age to have fun and experiment. As expected, Chloe didn't hide how much she hated being there. And as expected, it was clear that they had asked the kids and teens to behave themselves, what they did, obviously reluctantly.
He had to comply with the tradition of the Christmas song. Impossible that the former captain of the Warblers didn't do the demonstration of his exceptional voice. At least he had had the right to choose the song that he would interpret. He sat at the piano in the living room and took a deep breath before starting to sing.
How can I just let you walk away
Just let you leave without a trace?
When I stand here taking every breath with you
You're the only one who really knew me at all.
How can you just walk away from me when all I can do is watch you leave'
'cos we shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears.
You're the only one who really knew me at all.
So take a look at me now
Well there's just an empty space
And there's nothing left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face.
I wish I could just make you turn around
turn around and see me cry.
There's so much I need to say to you
so many reasons why.
You're the only one who really knew me at all.
So take a look at me now
'cos there's just an empty space
But to wait for you is all I can do and that's what I've got to face.
Take a good look at me now
'cos I'll still be standing here
And you coming back to me is against all odds
And that's what I've got to face.
Take a look at me now.
His song choice had obviously settled nothing to his situation. Everyone had of course assumed that the song was intended for a girlfriend. Really what a night of hell.
In fact, there was even a moment when things got worse. Yes it was possible. He was near the buffet, trying to find something edible in the middle of fancy canapés and bowls of caviar. He would have given almost anything for just a plate of spaghetti Bolognese cooked by Dave with his recipe from his Italian nanny rather than the hideously expensive and pretentious dishes. He tried to recover, not to think about his friend he missed so much and poured himself a glass of one of these prohibitively expensive wines even if according to him, they were not so good, but it would do the trick.
And as the rule is that if things can go worse, they go worse, everything happened very quickly, a girl about his age shoved him and a large part of the contents of his glass landed on his white shirt, forming a broad pinkish halo on his chest. The young clumsy turned hastily towards him to apologize.
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I'm really too awkward. I'll pay for the cleaning of your shirt or other shirt if you can't clean it. I hope you didn't care too much about it."
"Not more than any other shirt." Sebastian replied with a shrug.
"We should put some salt on it right now."
"Certainly not, thank you. It's just a shirt. My father will surely not be thrilled to see me like that, but I'm used to it."
"Maybe if you tell him it's because of me, it'll pass better."
"Why? Who are you exactly? The daughter of the Russian Tsar?"
"I'm pretty sure there are no more Tsars in Russia since long before my birth." the girl replied with a knowing smile. "Lisa. Only the daughter of the right arm man of your father, not the daughter of the Chinese Emperor." she added, holding her free hand.
"Sebastian." Sebastian said, shaking the girl's hand.
"Yes, I know. And I also know you're supposed to avoid alcohol I think."
"I'll tell you something, I don't care who your father is; don't you mind my own business."
"I'll tell you something, I don't care who my father is too. I'm just worried about the health of my future roommate."
"Future roommate? What do you mean?"
"Oh, I see that daddy didn't even warn you. It's ugly. So, in two minutes he'll announce to everyone that his son will marry the daughter of his associate but he didn't even tell you?"
"Is this a joke that you regularly do when you get bored in this kind of party?"
"Frankly, I'd rather. Don't get me wrong, you'd be just my kind of guy, but arranged marriages, I find it pathetic. They're not supposed to be able to work together without their children being married?"
"No, really, you're kidding right?" Sebastian asked, totally uncertain.
"Well, okay, they're not really going to make a public announcement, but they're probably already slipping the idea that we are falling soooo in love with each other that we'll surely announce a wedding in a year." Lisa said, pointing in turn each of their fathers in discussion with other guests, furtively glancing towards the two teenagers.
"OK, so in fact, you're in cahoots with them and you did it on purpose to make me spill my drink."
"Oh no, that's just my natural awkwardness in fact." Lisa said with an expression vaguely embarrassed.
"Good night then." Sebastian said, turning resolutely towards his initial task: find something eatable on the buffet.
"The stuff with smoked salmon is not too bad. Well, unless you're one of these terribly posh guys who eat caviar with a ladle."
"Thanks for the information. Honestly, the only thing I'd want now is spaghetti Bolognese my best friend makes, well, ex-best friend. I know this is not the kind of food we should serve at Christmas but it's the dish he does best."
"Ex-best friend? It exists that? I mean, a best friend is for life not normally, right?"
"Not necessarily we must believe."
"One of these days, I'll be able to make you talk, handsome." Lisa said with a knowing smile.
"I don't want to offend you but I live in Chicago, it's unlikely that we'll meet again out of such evenings. And I could easily avoid you."
"Actually ... I was kidding about the evil plans of our fathers to get us married, but I only half joked calling you my future roommate. I had placed all my hopes on Harvard and I didn't get in. So it was necessary that I find a plan B."
"And I should care because ..."
"Because I was accepted at a university in Chicago for the next semester and I secretly hope ..."
"That I'll fall sooooooo in love with you that I'll tell you to move in with me? Sorry, no chance."
"Uch, at least, things are clear. But actually no, I was just hoping that you'd take pity on me and you'd help me find an apartment for the semester. Because dorm rooms on campus are all taken, I could possibly get one next year but for now, I have to get by."
"OK. You can move in with me until the end of the year. I don't have a guest room, so you'll have to content yourself with the couch, but it shouldn't be less comfortable than a dorm room on campus. And better you know, there's really no chance that you end up in my bed as I am. And if you bring a guy, at least make sure he's sexy and bi."
"Noted. Agreed that he only needs to be sexy and bi, if he's not interested in you, I can't be held responsible."
"That's all you have held?"
"Possible. In any case, I agree to the couch. And I promise, I won't try to seduce you. "
"You can always try, it might be fun."
"Or ... I can try to make you talk about the famous ex best friend. I have fun much more with the games that I can win."
"So you really should choose another game." Sebastian frowned.
"If you say so."
They exchanged their numbers and some technical information before the evening had finished.
"See you in Chicago, handsome." Lisa slid while leaving.
"Looks like you got yourself a new friend Big Brother." Chloe teased a little later that night in his room.
"You've got a problem with it?"
"Not at all, especially if it'll get you out of the depression in which you are since David chose Logan."
"Thanks for rubbing salt in the wound Goldilocks."
"You're welcome big brother. You'll get over it."
Before lying down, Sebastian hesitated to send a message to Dave to wish him a Merry Christmas. Just one. But Logan had said no contact; Dave had certainly made sure to block his number anyway. He turned off his phone and leaned back against the pillows with a sigh.
For New Year's Eve, Dave had accepted Blaine's invitation in New York. An opportunity to meet Colin and go see the famous Times Square balls.
"Are you ready? Colin waits us for 9pm; we certainly don't want to miss it." Blaine called from the other side of the bathroom's door.
"Yes, okay, I'm ready." Dave said exiting the bathroom, wearing a too baggy jeans and a black turtleneck sweater.
"Are you really going to wear that tonight?" Blaine asked, casting a skeptical look at Dave's clothes.
"Yes, why? There is a problem?"
"No, no, it's just that it doesn't really suit you well."
"That should do the trick to go watch large balloons come down from I don't know where."
"Oh, come on, stop moping, it'll be fun." Blaine said excited. "And who knows, maybe under these balloons as you say, you'll meet the man of your life."
"Yeah, well seeing how I screw about everything I do in this field, it may be better that I'm dressed like a scarecrow then, it'll prevent him from wasting time with me."
"Okay. Well, look, when you're done moping, you notify me so we can leave. "
"Maybe you shouldn't be waiting for me."
"David Karofsky, you'll put a smile on your face and come to celebrate the new year in the most beautiful city in the world."
"I'm afraid we're a little late to go celebrate it in Paris." Dave joked.
"Ah well there, at least you got your humor back. Come on, let's go, it'll surely be hell to find a taxi tonight."
The two friends had taken the elevator and had been waiting 20 minutes before getting a taxi to take them to their place of meeting. That, coupled with traffic jams of this season, they ended up being late for the appointment, even though they had anticipated problems. Blaine had warned Colin, by texting, who quickly replied that he too was stuck in traffic and would surely be late.
They finally arrived almost simultaneously; Blaine saw Colin getting out of his taxi just as them had just paid theirs. He gave a smile in the direction of his boyfriend and motioned for Dave to follow.
"Colin, I present you David. David, this is my boyfriend Colin."
The two boys greeted by shaking hands and Blaine kissed Colin quickly.
"And now? What are we doing for three ... err, two and a half hours?" Dave asked the young couple.
"I suggest trying to find a place to eat something to start." Colin suggested.
They did just that, trying to find a place to eat. A December 31, at 9:30pm, close to Times Square, without a reservation. Fortunately, they were not too picky. McDonald was busy but they eventually reached the cashier and ordered something they ate walking to Times Square.
Colin and Dave got along well. The three boys had tons of topics on which discuss until the fateful hour. Times Square proved to be full of people and they soon realized that they would probably not see much of the show they had come to see, especially Blaine. But by the time they realize it, they were virtually stuck in the crowd.
At midnight, Colin and Blaine turned to each other and kissed as if they were alone in the world. Dave pulled out his cell. There he found a message from his father telling him that he was going to bed before midnight and he'd call the next day.
He wanted to send a message to Sebastian, wishing him a happy new year. But he couldn't. His friend was no longer his friend and it was only his fault.
Lisa hadn't wasted time after the famous Christmas Eve to get to Chicago and settle down at Sebastian's. He had made a small room in his dressing room she refused to use as she should cross the bedroom of her host to go. So they had installed an hanging rail for her clothes behind Sebastian's piano.
The new friends had decided to enter together in the New Year. Spending the night in a small bar that Sebastian liked when he didn't feel like testing his seductiveness on men in the gay bars of the city. Lisa was aware of his homosexuality and had seemed to be bothered only by the fact that she really had no chance to interest him other than as a friend. For the rest, it really didn't change anything for her, he was the same boy as two minutes before he told her. She even promised not to spill the beans to their fathers, she herself had her own secrets to keep and was not going to draw him problems.
But for all that he wasn't going to take her in a gay bar. So they spent the evening in this small bar, surprisingly calm for a New Year's Eve but they weren't particularly looking for spending that night in a charged atmosphere among strangers.
"Hi handsome." Launched a voice next to Sebastian's ear while Lisa had excused to go to 'powder her nose'.
"Hi." Sebastian replied, turning toward the source of the voice and finding himself face to face with a chestnut haired boy with gray eyes who shot him a grin.
"You're alone a day like today? Can I sit?" the boy asked, taking the chair in front of Sebastian without waiting for an answer.
"No, I'm not alone. Where are your many friends?" Sebastian snapped, casting a glance around the bar.
"Okay, you have a point. They all returned home to celebrate the New Year with their childhood friends."
"And you didn't do the same?"
"I don't really have childhood friends. Too many moves and like I said, my current friends are all gone celebrate it elsewhere."
"So, I turn my back two minutes and I lose my place? You introduce me to your new friend?" Lisa asked, a hand on Sebastian's shoulder.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't ... You can take your place." the guy stammered, standing up.
"No, sit; there are plenty of chairs in that bar." the girl said, pulling a chair on the other side of the table. "Lisa." she added, reaching out to the stranger.
"Tyler." the guy said, shaking Lisa's hand with a big charming smile. "Since we're at the presentations, maybe I'll finally find out your name?"He said, turning his gaze to Sebastian.
"I had heard that you were the greatest seducer earth have carried, I can't believe you didn't tell him your name yet." Lisa joked.
"I admit, I was sure it was the basis."
"Okay, I see you lost your tongue? So, well Tyler, have you met Ted?" Lisa said with a laugh.
"Ted? Really?"
"No, she's joking, she's got a rather unusual humor; she thinks she's Barney Stinson from time to time."
"Too bad for you Seb, I was just trying to help."
"I've told you not to call me that, otherwise you'll find elsewhere than my couch to sleep."
"He's a little on edge, I think it has something to do with his former best friend but I failed to make him talk so far." Lisa joked.
"Sebastian Smythe." Sebastian finally introduced himself.
"Oh, great, you have nothing between mute and too polite to be true?" Lisa asked holding her head in her hands.
"Oh damn, leave me alone Lisa."
"So you two are what? Brother and sister?"
"No, we're getting married one of these days for our fathers to work together."
"And you let your future wife sleep on the couch? Not very gentleman of you."
"Again, she's joking. His father already works with mine and I just agreed to lend her my couch for the end of the year because she can't have a dorm room on campus until next year."
"And mustn't be thought his overpriced couch is very comfortable. It's useful to have rich parents."
"It also has its drawbacks."
"Well, before we spoil the mood, it's almost midnight; I should find someone to kiss at midnight. Now that you have found each other you two." Lisa said happily as she stood.
"Wow. She's always like that?"
"I'm not sure, I know her for only a week."
"Are you crazy? She could be a dangerous psychopath."
"Now that I know her a little, I think you're right, she's a psychopath. But I don't think she's dangerous. Except perhaps for the poor boy she tries to convince to kiss her at midnight."
The two boys continued to talk for several minutes, until Lisa came back to their table with a man who wasn't quite sure whether to be delighted to have been chosen by the girl or scared. Lisa spent the quarter of an hour that was left before midnight to convince her three servant knights that entering in a new year deserved at least a real kiss.
At midnight, she kissed the stranger while Tyler and Sebastian kissed quickly. Then the stranger ran away precipitately, and the other three took their phones to send happy New Year's messages to their friends.
Sebastian scrolled over Dave's name in his contacts. He thought a moment to send a message. Just one. But he remembered what he had promised. He sighed and went to the next name and put back his usual smile.
"David Karofsky, no discussion, tonight you go out with us." Jenny thundered while Dave was lying in bed, ready to spend his weekend in this position there.
"It's Valentine's Day Jenny. Don't expect me to go hold your candle with your new boyfriend."
"Who talked about a boyfriend? I talk to you about going out because it's Friday night, big guy. Couples banned, you get a bachelor party."
"I don't want to risk crossing ..."
"Don't worry, I checked with Logan, for not going to the same place as him."
"I didn't mean Logan, Jenny."
"For your information, we don't intend to round the gay bars, so you're safe."
"No, listen, I don't want to go out." Dave muttered.
"Did you hear me ask you if you wanted? No. So you go under the shower. With a little luck, we find tonight the man of our lives."
"I don't want ..."
"A boyfriend right now, I know. That's not a reason to ruin me my chances."
"You don't need me for that Jenny."
"Yes I do, you're my good luck charm. In the shower now."
"Oh, okay, I'll go."
Dave spent a long time in the shower and got dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. Jenny who was waiting patiently on his bed sent him back to his closet to revising his outfit. She finally agreed to let him out in jeans with one of his plaid shirts she called his 'lumberjack shirts'.
They spent the evening with some friends of the university who were also single. Or whose boyfriends or girlfriends were in college in another state and couldn't organize to spend the weekend with their half.
Dave tried somehow to fit into the conversation, but regularly, his mind was elsewhere and despite his efforts, he was losing the smile he tried to keep up not to worry others. He couldn't help but tense whenever the bar door opened to relax only when he was sure it wasn't Logan. They had not parted on bad terms, but he didn't feel ready to see him again, especially in this kind of situation.
He gave way to consider sending a message to Sebastian. But to say what? He didn't even know if his friend had a boyfriend since the last time they had spoken. At one time, he would have been the first to know, but that was not the case anymore and he could only blame himself.
"We're going out tonight." Lisa tossed casually.
"Who's that we?" Sebastian asked lazily.
"You and me this question."
"Oh no, no way, I don't go out today. Get in the middle of all these couples stuck in marshmallow, not for me."
"You say that only because you haven't met your prince charming yet."
"That I won't find going out tonight when everybody will go by two like on Noah's ark."
"And that's fine because actually we don't go outside, we go to Tyler's."
"Again? What happens with Tyler you drags me along to his all the time."
"It's not my fault he likes you and he wants me to come over only if you're here because, I quote, I'm 'a little scary still'." I suspect him using that as an excuse for me to bring you in fact."
"I am your foil wholesale."
"Something like that, yes. I know what you think but I won't give up so easily."
"Oh yeah? You've become medium during the night?"
"Exactly. I shall read your future, you're going to dress yourself i now."
"What do I win?"
"A good evening with friends."
"It's okay, it's okay, you won."
Sebastian simply but elegantly dressed, as usual, and the two friends used Sebastian's car to go to Tyler's who was waiting putting the final touch on the meal he had concocted. That is to say he was heating a frozen dish in the oven and opened a box of dry cookies to accompany the ice cream tray he had bought for dessert.
"Please Tyler; tell me you haven't purchased your famous lasagna again." Sebastian muttered, smelling the smell coming from the kitchen.
"No. Well yes, but I changed brands."
"Oh, well I'm reassured there."
"Don't mind, you know, the problem with the lasagna is that David the ex-best-friend is a pro of the Italian cuisine. You're not fighting with the good weapon, that's all."
"Long ago I stopped hoping that my skills in the kitchen are an asset to seduce for me."
"I confirm to you, it's not your strong point." Sebastian stated seriously.
"There isn't at least a little something that pleases you about me?"
"A month and a half and you haven't yet realized that you had no chance against the former best friend future husband, future father of all his children?"
"Lisa, it becomes distressing your allusions."
"You obviously don't see your face when you talk about him. It's so obvious that you're totally in love with him."
"Certainly not." Sebastian quickly defended himself, blushing. "And even if that was the case, he chose and it wasn't me he chose."
"Right, you're not in love at all, it sees itself as the nose on your face that you're not in love at all." Tyler joked.
"Yeah, that's it, not at all."
Tyler and Lisa looked at each other and sang in chorus.
Who'd'ya think you're kiddin'
He's the Earth and heaven to you
Try to keep it hidden
Honey, we can see right through you
Girl, ya can't conceal it
We know how ya feel and
Who you're thinking of
Sebastian went into their game and hummed in his turn.
No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no
They followed up the song alternating as in the original song.
You swoon, you sigh
Why deny it, uh-oh
It's too cliché
I won't say I'm in love
I thought my heart had learned its lesson
It feels so good when you start out
My head is screaming get a grip, boy
Unless you're dying to cry your heart out
You keep on denying
Who you are and how you're feeling
Baby, we're not buying
Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling
Face it like a grown-up
When ya gonna own up
That ya got, got, got it bad
Whoa: No chance, no way
I won't say it, no, no
Give up, give in
Check the grin you're in love
You're way off base
I won't say it
You're doin flips read our lips
You're in love
Get off my case
I won't say it
Boy, don't be proud
It's O.K. you're in love
"I'm not in love with him, end of story."
"Yes you are, but it's okay. You have the right to be in love. Well, obviously, I'd rather it to be with me but I'll get over it." Lisa joked.
"He'll never admit he's too proud."
"Leave me alone."
"OK, that's good, we stop. What are you doing for your birthday?"
"Nothing."
"What you mean nothing? You're kidding?"
"No, I'm not kidding. We will not make a mountain out of a molehill because I am one year older anyway."
"A mountain no, but a party yes anyway."
"I don't really want to throw a party, no."
"I don't even ask if you want to, we do a party and that's all. Tyler and I are responsible for everything, but there's a party at home in two weeks."
"How we take care of everything?" Tyler was worried.
" Yes, panic don't darling, I won't ask you to cook. "
"Oh yes, I'm reassured there. And darling? It may come over you often to call me like that?"
"I don't know, maybe. Do you mind?"
"A little yes."
"Anyway, it falls on a Sunday, we won't do a party one day before classes." Sebastian cut them.
"On the one I talked about a party, not a night, of two, anyway, you have to avoid alcohol so you risk very little grandpa."
"Grandpa? Ah well finally, I prefer mine." Tyler said, laughing.
"Anyway, I don't even know why we talk; we're having a party for your birthday. And Tyler, I think these lasagnas call you for help, if you don't get them out of the oven now, we'll have to be content with the dessert."
Tyler threw himself on the oven to get the lasagna, which as expected had nothing in common with those of Dave. Sebastian thought to send a message to his friend. Just a quick note to wish him a happy Valentine's Day. But he restrained himself and focused as best as he could on the conversation.
I'd rather warn you, the next chapter is already written and I won't change it. Because I'm sadistic. Don't hide, you all think so by now. And as I'm sadistic, even if it's written, you'll have to wait a bit before I release it. Go ahead, call me a tease, I'm already dealing with hottie, I'm getting used to it.
And also, the songs used in this chapter. The Gleeks will have obviously recognized 'Against All Odds' sung in season 4 by Blaine, which is originally by Phil Collins. The other song is from the Disney movie 'Hercules' it's 'I won't say I'm in love'. In the French version, I kept the English version of the song because I don't like much the 'official' translation that was made. In defense of translators, they need the words to stick with the melody, so obviously it's not easy to keep the very same meaning. And since originally, it's Megara who sings with the muses, of course I slightly modified the lyrics, in addition to cut some parts so that it's not too long. I put 'boy' instead of 'girl' for example (if I haven't forgotten some, I promise nothing).
