Red and Black – Chapter 15

So here's that little extra bit I said I would do;

In which I swear Jeff is basically a living cockblock…

Mere days later and Tim and Gordon were already planning their next date. Gordon lay on his bed with his phone, replying back and forth enthusiastically fast. Tim would be speaking at a conference in Paris about the importance of children learning a second language during their early years, and Gordon was too pleased to come and support him. And it was very quickly decided that they would see each other that day; after all, Paris was arguably the romance capital of the world. But of course, Gordon would have to get permission to go and seeing how much he had been off the island recently it looked like a shady chance.

TBTBTBTBTBTB

"Gordon," he heard his name voiced loudly in the corridor he walked down, it was coming from the living room.

"Can I speak with you a moment?" It was his father, oh crap; he thought, please God tell me that he doesn't know.

He sat in a chair opposite his father's desk, and waited for it to swallow him up; which right now seemed like a far better alternative in comparison to having his father find out.

"I overheard you talking to Scott yesterday," oh fuck, please no.

"I understand a friend of yours is giving a talk in Paris next week, I assume you want to go and see them." So he hasn't caught on?

"Yeah, it's an old WASP friend and I haven't seen him since my crash and he's very keen to catch up." Jeff sat down after pacing for a few seconds behind the desk, he sighed lightly;

"You've had a lot of leave recently, and I know that there haven't been too many rescues but I feel that it would be unfair on your brothers; seeing that they've been on standby duty in your place during that time. So I'm willing to let you go and see your friend for the afternoon provided that come back first thing in the morning and put in a full month of standby duty afterwards, and you can take Scott with you just to keep an eye on you. I know what you're like in the mornings."

Gordon walked back to his room, phone in hand. He had found it pointless to argue for more time, but a whole month on duty? That was a little strong. He swiped his phone open and sent Tim a message: We have one night in Paris.

Now that I've done this I'm really not sure if I'll be able to write more before going back to school because I'll probably have to spend the whole of tomorrow doing work as I have left everything to the last minute because of who I am as a person.

If I don't see you for another month, enjoy it; unless you're at school in which case we can suffer together. And if I do somehow manage to post to you after Monday just assume that I got enough money to pay someone to override the school's website blocker and post more chapters for me.

Anyway I'm about to fall asleep with my face on the keyboard so BYE!