Post by ladywolfie on Aug 29, 2010 15:42:06 GMT -8
*Disclaimer: All names of characters are fictional, any shared names with any existing character is purely coincidental. All names of facilities and street addresses are fictional, any shared names are coincidental.*
The monotonous buzzing of a cell phone sounded in Quincy's pocket. He groaned, shoving a hand down his usual right jean pocket and pulled out the bright crimson phone. He looked down for a moment to check the Caller I.D. It read "Zatch". Quincy let out an ecstatic cry before answering it. Zatch was the man he secretly loved, after all. "Hello", he answered happily. The only thing that could be heard was tears, then the call was ended. "What on earth", he thought to himself. Quincy adjusted his black wire framed glasses and pulled out his car keys from the pocket of his white polo shirt. He groaned yet again as his hand felt the cold metal of the keyring to his keys and stuffed the phone back down his pocket. This was not a very good start to Quincy's day, but he was more than willing to be there for his friend. A distressed sigh tumbled from his once smiling lips before he headed to his car.
As he sped off in that neon red 1995 Miata, he couldn't help worrying about Zatch. "What is going on", he thought as he turned on 2345 Rosemonte Ave. That road brought back so many memories of himself and Zatch riding their bicycles together, but this wasn't the time for that. He made another left turn and turned onto Zatch's street, Crescent Cr. He parked outside 1831 Crescent and walked up to the door. He took a deep breath and brushed away the ebony locks from his silver eyes with a shaky hand. As he exhaled, he balled his fist and knocked on the door.
The door opened only slightly, revealing the Zatch's small frame. Zatch was below average height of a male, especially compared to Quincy. Measuring a 5' 3", Zatch was around the size of an average girl. That was a significant difference compared to Quincy whom stood a staggering 6' 7". That didn't matter now, all that mattered was that Quincy was there in Zatch's time of need. "Come in", Zatch said in a tear-stained voice. Quincy nodded, following Zatch's lead inside. Zatch quickly shut the door behind Quincy and avoided any eye contact whatsoever.
Once inside, Zatch sat down on that casimire futon. Zatch was at the far left end of the futon with his head in his hands, those auburn locks shrouding his face. Quincy took off his glasses, setting them aside on a nearby end table. He knew he was going to cry seeing his friend of twenty years cry; no use in dirtying his glasses with the silvery droplets of empathy. He scooted over towards Zatch and leaned inward. He lifted his hand hesitantly and set it upon Zatch's shoulder. "Relax, Z, I'm here for you now. You don't have to tell me anything. Just...just come over here and know that I'm here for you. When you are ready, you can tell me what the hell is going on. Don't rush it. I'll stay here as long as you need me to, or, if you so desire, I will leave. All I want is to let you know I'm here and I care", he said through nervousness. Zatch was silent for a moment and sighed. The sound of freshly wept pain caused his sigh to shake a bit. "Thanks", he said in raspy voice. He lift his head from his hands and looked up at Quincy, those azure eyes peering deeply into Quincy's silvery ones with a smile. And, with no warning, Zatch buried his head into Quincy's chest and wailed. In a respective silence, Quincy clutched Zatch into his arms and held him snugly against his own chest.
Hours seemed to pass by, yet it was only moments that Quincy held him there. Zatch backed out of Quincy's embrace to fumble through his pocket for his Marlboro Reds and his steel clad Zippo. Closing his azure orbs, Zatch grasped the cold metal of the Zippo and flipped it open. He held a cigarette shakily between his fingers at the flame, taking in a few good hits as it lit. A wall of smoke exhaled from his lungs as he sighed. "I'm sorry that I called you over on such a short notice", Zatch finally said through a tear-stained cough. A silvery salt laden river of pain trickled down either of Quincy's cheeks as he looked up. "It's not a problem. Don't worry yourself over such trivial things", Quincy replied with a pained sigh. Zatch offered his cigarette to Quincy in a shaky hand, ashes floating the casimire material beside him. Quincy took the cigarette and took a long hit. It had been ages since the last time he'd probably smoked and it showed as he spurted into a hacking cough. Zatch couldn't help but chuckle, relieving Quincy of the cigarette and patting his ribs. Quincy blushed, that rouge standing out blatantly against the ebony locks that swept snugly against his right cheek. "Don't worry about it, Quincy, I know you're not a smoker", he said softly on a now calmer voice. The sound of Zatch's voice calming made Quincy relax and lean back against the cough, his arms spread out lazily. Zatch looked over at the now calmer Quincy and smiled a bit, thinking of how to explain his dilemma. "I'm sure you're wondering what's going on", Zatch said through a wall of smoke. Quincy closed his eyes and took a preparatory breath, nodding as the sigh parted from his lips. Zatch closed his eyes as well, leaning his head into Quincy's chest and placed an absent hand unto his left kneecap. Quincy draped one of those lazy arms over Zatch's shoulder and unfurled a smile on his once expressionless face. Zatch took a deep hit from his cigarette with a preparatory breath and released that breath on a sigh. "I...", he stopped himself with a pained whimper and clutched a wad of Quincy's white polo in either of his hands. Quincy's other arm pulled Zatch further into his chest. He patted Zatch consolingly on his back and planted a kiss atop his head. "It's alright, Z. You don't have to say a word. I told you, you don't have to feel like I'm rushing you into anything. I'm here for you. Alright", he said through a calming tone. Zatch clutched Quincy's polo tighter, wrinkling it and pulling the tail away from his stomach. His pale, slightly toned abdomen showing, Quincy couldn't help blushing. "That's n-not it, Q, I...I want to tell you. It's so fucking hard to! I..I just don't want to end up saying anything I don't mean. You know", Zatch uttered in distress. Quincy bit his lip as those words stung him. He expected too much, it seemed. "I promise that it won't change my esteem of you", Quincy vowed in a voice tinged with tears. Zatch chuckled a bit as he realized that Quincy had mistaken him. "Quincy, you have mistaken something I said and I apologize whole-heartedly. I wasn't saying that I don't like you or anything like that. I-I...I was actually going to tell you that I..uh...{clears his throat as he puts out the cigarette}...that I'm gay. I told my dad about it and he told me he didn't know me anymore. That's what upset me so badly", Zatch explained nervously. Quincy's heart skipped a beat hearing those words. How long had he awaited those words? It was was hard to tell. A hearty laugh tumbled from his lips as he held Zatch closer. "That's great", he exclaimed. Zatch pulled back from Quincy and stared at him with a perplexed gaze. "What do you mean great", he asked curiously. Quincy had never once mentioned his sexual preference to Zatch. Perhaps because he never thought of it, or, that it didn't seem like it would have mattered. It wasn't obvious telling that Quincy was gay, especially considering all of his friends outside of Zatch were women. Quincy blushed and allowed for a nervous laugh to escape his lips. "I-I-I...I-I..I'm...uh...gay too. Always have been", he admitted through a nervous stammer. Zatch laughed heartily and blushed as well, grazing a nervous hand through his auburn locks.
They must have been sitting in awkward silence for about a half hour. Quincy would clear his throat every now and then to break the silence, and, in return, Zatch would laugh nervously. Despite the awkwardness, Zatch never moved from Quincy's lap. A few times, Zatch would lean in and act as if he were going to kiss Quincy only to recluse with a heavy nervous laugh and deep blush. Quincy groaned and reached for his glasses.
The monotonous buzzing of a cell phone sounded in Quincy's pocket. He groaned, shoving a hand down his usual right jean pocket and pulled out the bright crimson phone. He looked down for a moment to check the Caller I.D. It read "Zatch". Quincy let out an ecstatic cry before answering it. Zatch was the man he secretly loved, after all. "Hello", he answered happily. The only thing that could be heard was tears, then the call was ended. "What on earth", he thought to himself. Quincy adjusted his black wire framed glasses and pulled out his car keys from the pocket of his white polo shirt. He groaned yet again as his hand felt the cold metal of the keyring to his keys and stuffed the phone back down his pocket. This was not a very good start to Quincy's day, but he was more than willing to be there for his friend. A distressed sigh tumbled from his once smiling lips before he headed to his car.
As he sped off in that neon red 1995 Miata, he couldn't help worrying about Zatch. "What is going on", he thought as he turned on 2345 Rosemonte Ave. That road brought back so many memories of himself and Zatch riding their bicycles together, but this wasn't the time for that. He made another left turn and turned onto Zatch's street, Crescent Cr. He parked outside 1831 Crescent and walked up to the door. He took a deep breath and brushed away the ebony locks from his silver eyes with a shaky hand. As he exhaled, he balled his fist and knocked on the door.
The door opened only slightly, revealing the Zatch's small frame. Zatch was below average height of a male, especially compared to Quincy. Measuring a 5' 3", Zatch was around the size of an average girl. That was a significant difference compared to Quincy whom stood a staggering 6' 7". That didn't matter now, all that mattered was that Quincy was there in Zatch's time of need. "Come in", Zatch said in a tear-stained voice. Quincy nodded, following Zatch's lead inside. Zatch quickly shut the door behind Quincy and avoided any eye contact whatsoever.
Once inside, Zatch sat down on that casimire futon. Zatch was at the far left end of the futon with his head in his hands, those auburn locks shrouding his face. Quincy took off his glasses, setting them aside on a nearby end table. He knew he was going to cry seeing his friend of twenty years cry; no use in dirtying his glasses with the silvery droplets of empathy. He scooted over towards Zatch and leaned inward. He lifted his hand hesitantly and set it upon Zatch's shoulder. "Relax, Z, I'm here for you now. You don't have to tell me anything. Just...just come over here and know that I'm here for you. When you are ready, you can tell me what the hell is going on. Don't rush it. I'll stay here as long as you need me to, or, if you so desire, I will leave. All I want is to let you know I'm here and I care", he said through nervousness. Zatch was silent for a moment and sighed. The sound of freshly wept pain caused his sigh to shake a bit. "Thanks", he said in raspy voice. He lift his head from his hands and looked up at Quincy, those azure eyes peering deeply into Quincy's silvery ones with a smile. And, with no warning, Zatch buried his head into Quincy's chest and wailed. In a respective silence, Quincy clutched Zatch into his arms and held him snugly against his own chest.
Hours seemed to pass by, yet it was only moments that Quincy held him there. Zatch backed out of Quincy's embrace to fumble through his pocket for his Marlboro Reds and his steel clad Zippo. Closing his azure orbs, Zatch grasped the cold metal of the Zippo and flipped it open. He held a cigarette shakily between his fingers at the flame, taking in a few good hits as it lit. A wall of smoke exhaled from his lungs as he sighed. "I'm sorry that I called you over on such a short notice", Zatch finally said through a tear-stained cough. A silvery salt laden river of pain trickled down either of Quincy's cheeks as he looked up. "It's not a problem. Don't worry yourself over such trivial things", Quincy replied with a pained sigh. Zatch offered his cigarette to Quincy in a shaky hand, ashes floating the casimire material beside him. Quincy took the cigarette and took a long hit. It had been ages since the last time he'd probably smoked and it showed as he spurted into a hacking cough. Zatch couldn't help but chuckle, relieving Quincy of the cigarette and patting his ribs. Quincy blushed, that rouge standing out blatantly against the ebony locks that swept snugly against his right cheek. "Don't worry about it, Quincy, I know you're not a smoker", he said softly on a now calmer voice. The sound of Zatch's voice calming made Quincy relax and lean back against the cough, his arms spread out lazily. Zatch looked over at the now calmer Quincy and smiled a bit, thinking of how to explain his dilemma. "I'm sure you're wondering what's going on", Zatch said through a wall of smoke. Quincy closed his eyes and took a preparatory breath, nodding as the sigh parted from his lips. Zatch closed his eyes as well, leaning his head into Quincy's chest and placed an absent hand unto his left kneecap. Quincy draped one of those lazy arms over Zatch's shoulder and unfurled a smile on his once expressionless face. Zatch took a deep hit from his cigarette with a preparatory breath and released that breath on a sigh. "I...", he stopped himself with a pained whimper and clutched a wad of Quincy's white polo in either of his hands. Quincy's other arm pulled Zatch further into his chest. He patted Zatch consolingly on his back and planted a kiss atop his head. "It's alright, Z. You don't have to say a word. I told you, you don't have to feel like I'm rushing you into anything. I'm here for you. Alright", he said through a calming tone. Zatch clutched Quincy's polo tighter, wrinkling it and pulling the tail away from his stomach. His pale, slightly toned abdomen showing, Quincy couldn't help blushing. "That's n-not it, Q, I...I want to tell you. It's so fucking hard to! I..I just don't want to end up saying anything I don't mean. You know", Zatch uttered in distress. Quincy bit his lip as those words stung him. He expected too much, it seemed. "I promise that it won't change my esteem of you", Quincy vowed in a voice tinged with tears. Zatch chuckled a bit as he realized that Quincy had mistaken him. "Quincy, you have mistaken something I said and I apologize whole-heartedly. I wasn't saying that I don't like you or anything like that. I-I...I was actually going to tell you that I..uh...{clears his throat as he puts out the cigarette}...that I'm gay. I told my dad about it and he told me he didn't know me anymore. That's what upset me so badly", Zatch explained nervously. Quincy's heart skipped a beat hearing those words. How long had he awaited those words? It was was hard to tell. A hearty laugh tumbled from his lips as he held Zatch closer. "That's great", he exclaimed. Zatch pulled back from Quincy and stared at him with a perplexed gaze. "What do you mean great", he asked curiously. Quincy had never once mentioned his sexual preference to Zatch. Perhaps because he never thought of it, or, that it didn't seem like it would have mattered. It wasn't obvious telling that Quincy was gay, especially considering all of his friends outside of Zatch were women. Quincy blushed and allowed for a nervous laugh to escape his lips. "I-I-I...I-I..I'm...uh...gay too. Always have been", he admitted through a nervous stammer. Zatch laughed heartily and blushed as well, grazing a nervous hand through his auburn locks.
They must have been sitting in awkward silence for about a half hour. Quincy would clear his throat every now and then to break the silence, and, in return, Zatch would laugh nervously. Despite the awkwardness, Zatch never moved from Quincy's lap. A few times, Zatch would lean in and act as if he were going to kiss Quincy only to recluse with a heavy nervous laugh and deep blush. Quincy groaned and reached for his glasses.