One Last... Call

Impulse

- Connor -

I saw that Dale's class was on going in the massive lecture theatre. Luckily for me there were multiple door's that you can go through without disrupting the class, meaning the two side door's are a no-go. You'll almost instantly get everyone's attention to you even if you sneak up to sit down the nearest seat. Literally, all eyes are on you and you'll just bow your head down in shame.

I made a mad dash to the staircase just outside and knew it had to lead to the back side of the theatre. Goddamn university with their massive sized buildings! Like Dale said, the whole place is just a world on it's own, like a pocket universe inside a universe. Didn't really make sense there, but hopefully I made a point.

I tried not to make as much noise as I opened the door, slowly creaking open until I was able to fit through a small gap before gently closing it behind me. I took a seat at the top row then opened my laptop.

Now if what Justin said was true, then it should be on Facebook, at least. I, Connor Ward, was about to stalk Roy Lance, that fucker who almost took Dale away from me. That time of my life still had painful memories in my heart and it still stung to this day. I almost lost Dale, the one that indirectly saved me and brought new meaning to my life.

Roy and I had not been that close really, even after me and Dale sorted our stuff out. Me and Roy just cannot see each other eye to eye. And if he stole glances to Dale, while he was still with Grace, I glared at him, burning holes through him. I did hear a lot of his antics at school from Justin and May, mostly. It still made me wonder as to why Roy and Grace broke up. They seemed to be in love with each other. If I was straight as hell, I would have been jealous for Roy for having such a good girlfriend. But alas, I was gay as hell would freeze on my step.

I typed Roy Lance on the search bar, and sure enough, he was the first person that popped up on the list. I never added him on Facebook, and neither did he. Not surprised that I had Dale, May, Justin and a few of our 'common acquaintances' as mutual friends. He really was pretty popular in high school after I moved from the one I used to attend with Jace.

At least he was dumb enough not to put everything he posts as private. That was the very first thing Dale told me when I used Facebook. Not like you were hiding something from everyone, but rather to keep all your posts with your friends and not let the whole world know what you're posting.

He had recently changed his profile photo to just himself, sat on the beach, topless, with his face turned against the camera. This idiot thinks he's one of those models you'd see in some magazines. No wonder all girls are really chasing him down the road.

Anyways, I scrolled down a bit further and there was a photo of him and Grace, but that was posted just before our high school graduation. Both seemed happy together. But it didn't make sense as to why they'd broke up shortly after. Did Roy do something that made Grace mad and eventually led them to breaking up? If anything, May would have straightened his brother out and apologize to Grace, much like she did when he almost took Dale from me.

I saw a few more photos of him and Grace and they pretty much had holidays and travelled together quite often. They seemed to be happy together. Maybe it's just a cover up? Nah, that's too impossible. If anything, all of us whom they hang out with would have sensed something wrong was up. Justin and May would be the very first to notice. They watched those two closely together.

My laptop was suddenly shut down in front of me and a familiar scent wafted on my nose. It smelled like cherry blossom and peach, melded together. It was always pleasant to my nose.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Dale stood in front of me. His scent totally hypnotized me. His arm stretched long, atop my laptop, his head tilted to the side, his lips smirked. Damn, I love it when Dale has this curious expression on his face.

"C'mere and let me show you." I teased. He leaned in closer, before I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and crashed my lips on his. His eyes grew wide through his glasses, though they almost fell off from his face and hit mine.

He pulled away and fixed his glasses back and pulling his shirt down. "You could have just asked, Connor. Yeesh." He crossed his arms, lips pouting. I like how he had dyed his hair with streaks of silver, it almost contrasted complemented his glowing hazel eyes. How he swept his hair to one side, almost covering part of his glasses.

"I could but I couldn't resist you at all. You look so amazing." I said, praising his appearance. His cheeks slightly turned pink, as his body stiffened. That my folks is how you can turn on your shy boyfriend.

I smirked at my accomplishment. "How did you even find me Dale?" I asked, as a few more students left the theatre.

"Everyone else was going down and there a few that still stayed up here. I couldn't find you somewhere at the bottom, so I went up here and recognized your laptop." He replied.

"Yeah you couldn't find me at the bottom, cuz I'm always on top." I could not resist to hold that response at all, as I grinned. This time, his face turned to a richer colour of red.

"I-" He clicked his tongue and sighed. "You're lucky you are my boyfriend and I allow myself to get teased by you all the time." He hit me on my arm then quickly pulled me up from my seat. I managed to get all my stuff inside my backpack then we left that boring and dull lecture theatre.

"Where do you wanna go now?" I asked.

"Where I can find you on top." He subtly replied back. For a while, I lost the thought of him losing from me. For a while, I forgot about what I was meant to do.

Dale, I'll never ever want to lose you. I love you. I want you to be my forever.