The Story of Lestat

The Past-Part 3

     Four years past. I learned to speak almost fluent English during those years. Vincent and I became best friends. We did everything together. It was a bit odd, a noble and a peasant being friends, but we didn't mind. One day, during the summer, Vincent and I met at the library. "Okay, Lestat. I'm going to tell you something, but you have to promise that you won't freak out", he told me. "I can't promise that", I replied with a smile. "So you know how I plan to go to Charles Winston School when school starts back", he asked. I nodded. "Well, I may or may not have signed you up too", he said slowly. I stared at him for a second, before jumping up and pulling at my hair. "You did what?! Vincent! Oh my god, why? I can't believe you!", I shouted at him. He stepped forward and took my arms. "It will be alright, Lestat. We will be in the same room and have a couple of classes together", he said. I sat down heavily and ignored hime. Now, I don't really need to go into to much detail about what happened during those five school years. Just one thing needs to be explained.
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We were seventeen. I was walking from my literature and grammar class to where Vincent and I met everyday to study. We sat in front of a fountain in the front of the school. There weren't a lot of people out today, for most people chose to study inside. I was studying for my mathematics test the next day, while Vincent was reading. "Vincent, you need to study", i told him. Ignoring me, he sat up and said, "have you ever felt something or thought about something that people would say is wrong?", he asked. I thought about it for a minute, "yes, I do everyday", I answered. "Really? What is it?", he asked. "I can't tell you", I replied. He simply nodded and went back to his book.
His head was resting on my lap, and the wind was blowing his hair. He hadn't turned a page in about five minutes. "Vincent, are you alright?," I asked him. He gazed up at me, before sitting up and looking at me. I blushed under his intense stare. He put his book behind him and put his hand on my cheek. "Vi-Vincent?", I asked, blushing harder. He gave me a look before leaning in and pressing his lips against mine. He pulled away after a second to look at me. I was staring at him wide-eyed, cheeks flushed. You see, I had held feelings for Vincent for a while. I knew it was wrong, us both being of the same sex. I knew it was a sin, but I didn't have a religion. I was the embodiment of sin itself.
He gave me a smile and said "I've seen you staring at me Lestat. But what you haven't noticed is that I've been staring at you too." I just kept staring. "This is wrong Vincent", I told him. He had snorted and told me that he really didn't care. After that we stood up, and headed to the dining hall. We didn't talk, but kept sneaking glances at each other.
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We graduated at twenty years old. Vincent started a business that boomed quickly, while I worked small jobs. Since he was a noble, he moved into a manor of his own immediately. He asked me to live with him, and I agreed. Two years went by. Two beautiful years. Those two years I enjoyed life. Vincent and I loved each other. Life was amazing. He became a very well-known noble. No one knew about our relationship but us. One day, he asked me to go to a ball with him. After hours of pestering me, I agreed. I had never been to a ball before, like Vincent. He went to many, as he was a noble. I stood around awkwardly, after telling Vincent to go dance. He came back a couple of songs later.
We talked for a few minutes, and ate some food. "And this one man wants me split profit with him, but-", he cut of his sentence suddenly, and stared at the people dancing. "Vincent?", I asked. "I-I'm going to go dance some more", he said, and walked off. That was strange, I thought. I saw him offer his hand to a young lady standing by herself. That was nice of him, I thought. The two danced together the rest of the night. As the ball came to a close, they began to say goodbye. They both looked at each other and said goodbye. It was at that moment when I realized that my life would never be the same. You see, Vincent was looking at her the same way I looked at him. He walked back over to me and smiled. "Ready to go?", he asked. I just nodded and climbed into the carriage. I looked at Vincent, who was looking out the window, a faraway look in his eyes. That night was the last time I felt comfortable around him.