Despite the number of times he said he didn't, Sophia saw in Vincent's heart that the other boy was more than just his "best friend" to him.
I DON'T like him, though! I mean, he's just my friend, and that's all he ever will be...but...he's always been there for me...
He began to think for a while on that, and Sophia watched those thoughts. She had seen them go through his head ever since she had asked if Blake was more than a friend. He just had to come to terms with things for himself before she could show him and she knew this.
But...what if he DOES like me? He has always been with me...and he always would be, he had promised. I...How long have I been feeling this? I mean, I used to blame it on my raging hormones, but now I'm not so sure that this has been the case...there was that one time...nope, nope, nope, THAT WAS JUST HORMONES.
Sophia could feel a bit of a sigh coming on. An hour was ticking by for every minute he just sat there thinking. 'Pretty soon, he will have been here a week and I've made absolutely no dents in his future yet,' she thought, starting to panic.
Okay, maybe I do like him. But there is no way he likes me. He is into girls and you know it. You SAW how he was with that one girl, Emily or Esther or whatever her name was. If he got half a chance, he'd have her against the wall in no time....Not that I'm jealous of her because I DO NOT LIKE BLAKE. Yes, that's it! I don't not like...no...I'M NOT JEALOUS.
'I think he's jealous,' Sophia thought. She knew his thoughts, his heart, both of his possible futures and everything in between. She loved him, in the uncaring way of an older sister. She loved this boy with all her being. But she knew that he had to sort out his feelings for himself and keep a cool exterior, no matter how much his decisions ripped her apart.
...am I jealous? No, I can't be jealous....she held him, comforted him, told him everything would be okay. And I couldn't even tell him that I was there...I never even saw him cry before that day when I attempted....I miss him always being next to me. Why did I take that privilege for granted while it was mine?
"This is going nowhere." Vincent snapped out of his thoughts. "I'm sorry?" he asked. Sophia hadn't realized she said it aloud but recovered quickly. "This. Just sitting here thinking about whether or not you like him or not. Its pointless and going nowhere."
AAAAHHHH!!!! SHE'S IN MY MIND
"Um, I wasn't thinking about that," he said. "I know that I don't like him that way." The screen went from white noise and static to flashing images. Vincent and Blake playing video games and play fighting when Vincent won. Blake had always been the sore loser. Vincent waking up to feel arms around him. Smelling Blake's cologne. He had always assumed that the only reason he was being held was for warmth. It hadn't stopped him from turning to hold Blake. Suddenly, the images started speeding up. Blake grabbing Vincent's tie, pulling him up towards Blake's mouth. Vincent inspecting a small bruise on his collar bone. One of Blake's friends looking strangely at the two boys. Two hands intertwining under a table. The images started going faster still, blurring to where scenes could only be heard. Wedding music, cameras snapping pictures, vows exchanged, "With this ring, I thee wed", "You may kiss", "-caught them kissing in a closet once-", dance music, goodbyes, a door being kicked open, giggling, kissing, gasping, "Did I hurt you?", "I love you." The screen blinked back from the blur to static.
"Wha...what was that?" Vincent asked. "I'm not sure, to be honest. It should've just all been memories. Vincent...are you feeling alright?" "Ye...yeah. Just f-" Vincent was cut off as he fell. Sophia caught him right before he hit the floor. "I didn't think so." She lay him on the floor and walked off to prepare for a choice to be made.
Vincent woke up in what looked like a hotel room. The curtains were opened and he could see a city's skyline through the sunshine. "Good morning, handsome." He turned toward the voice to see an older Blake walking towards him. "Uh, B-Blake, what are you doing here?! And where are my glasses?!" Blake laughed, the sound rich as always. "I know I said I was gonna fuck your brains out but I didn't think I would literally end up doing it." "W-W-What?! We did WHAT now?!?!" Blake's smile disappeared. "Vince, are you okay? We got married yesterday. Do you have amnesia or something?...Or...are you having second thoughts?" "N-No. I've just had a weird dream and now I'm having trouble remembering." Blake went back to smiling. "Okay, good. Do you want me to go get you something to eat from downstairs?" "Um, yeah, sure." Blake crossed to Vincent, cupped his chin and gently kissed him on the lips. Vincent gasped and Blake pulled away. "I'll be back soon, darling," he said and left the room.
As soon as Vincent heard the door close he leaped out of bed and ran into the bathroom to check the mirror. First observation: he was naked. Second observation: slight bruises on his hips. Third: no sign of glasses or contacts. 'What's going on? Was any of that real?' he thought. Surely not, he told himself. I didn't attempt suicide. I didn't go into a coma. And I didn't meet some girl named Sophia. I just had a mix of stress and memories from yesterday that messed up my dreams. That's all. Vincent went back to the bedroom and observed the circumstances there. Small pile of dress clothing off to one side. Suitcases. Vince opened one and sloppily folded t shirts fell out. Definitely Blake's. He opened the next one and smaller, somewhat nicely folded shirts fell out. Vincent grabbed a pair of jeans, boxers, and a random t shirt and dressed hurriedly before running back to the bathroom to brush his hair. As he finished, he heard the door open and Blake call out to him. "Honey, I'm home!" he yelled, jokingly.
As Vincent ate, he felt Blake looking at him with concern. Eventually he looked up to meet his gaze. "What's wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" he asked. Blake shook his head. "I'm starting to understand your amnesia, I think. I keep seeing you and thinking 'My boyfriend...no, my husband.' It's hard to imagine that we were married yesterday, you know?" Vincent couldn't think of anything to say. "I'm not sure that's the problem. I really can't remember anything about yesterday or a while before then." Blake got up from sitting on the bed and made his way towards the small coffee table where Vincent sat. He sat across from him and looked him in the eye. "Ask me anything about what's happened in the past."
Vincent put down the muffin he was eating and reached for Blake's hand. "What happened to my glasses?" he asked. "You got LASIK surgery during high school with some of the money your mom won in the divorce hearing." Divorce? That couldn't have been right. Vincent's parents had always been a loving couple until...oh no. "Um, Blake?" "Vince, what's wrong?" "Did I attempt suicide as a teenager?"
