Assassin [dylmas]

36.

„This was so beautiful. You showed me the place where you gew up. I never deserved it," Thomas looked at Dylan when they were back in the car and Thomas was hiding his checkbook in his pocket.

„How much have you donated?" aksed Dylan.

"Not your business," Thomas stuck his tongue out. "What will we do now?" he asked.

„I though we might go and teach you some baseball. I called a few friends and we will meet at the field."

„Oh, I've never played baseball," Thomas smiled.

„I love this game," Dylan turned back on te freeway.

They drove over an hour till they reached a small baseball field behind a school.

Few boys Dylan's age were waiting there.

„Meet my chaildhood friends Thomas," Dylan introduced the guys.

„Martin," a tall mexican shook Thomas' hand.

„Nice to meet you," Thomas felt nervous.

„I saw you in the cinema man, you rule, I'm John by the way," a shorter boy with a beard smild to Thomas.

The rest introduced themselves and Dylan smiled brightly when he took a baseball bat and waked into the field.

„I'm team one, you're team blue Thomas," Dylan blinked to the boy.

„I'll kick your ass," Thomas bit his lip.

He caughed his boyfriend's chocolate glance and blushed.

„There are nicer things you can do to my ass," whispered Dylan when he walked next to Thomas.

Thomas got deeply red. He suddenly wished to be alone with Dylan, but now there was a game to play, a game to wina and he grabbed a baseball bat from John.

„I won. I won!" Thomas was jumping around the filed and Dylan smiled. „Honey I'm better than you," Thomas stepped to the boy and hugged him tightly.

"Stop it cutie," Dylan tickled his side and Thomas jumped from him.

„Are you guys some kind of dating?" asked John.

„Very dating," Thomas smiled and Dylan blushed.

He never told his friends he has a boyfriend.

„Oh," John looked at the other guy.s „Yeah, It's cool," he said.

They had strange gazes but Thomas never cared less. He smiled brightly and grabbed Dylan's hand.

„Come babe, let's get back to the hotel," Thomas run to the guys and said bye.

They tried to act like before but some hesitated before they shook his hand. Dylan waved to them and lowered his baaebll cap on his face. He followed Thomas to the car.

„Some people are homphobic, don't bother," Thomas turned to him when they reached the cdillac.

„I know," Dylan felt his sadness raising up again.

„I love you," Thoams grabbed his face and pressed his sweet lips to Dylan's.

Dylan stayed there not moving any further. He didn't know what to do or think. Latya and Mark were still in his head, they had left a scar on him and she shivered.

„Are you cold?" Thomas let go of his lips.

„No, let's go," Dylan walked past hima and jumped into the car.

Thomas seemed sad but he took the passnager seat.

„You know you can talk to me," he focused his deep dark eyes on Dylan.

„Yes" Dylan stared the engine.

He drove back to the hotel.

Thomas disappeared in the shower and Dylan grabbed the carkeys. He put a leathjacket on asthe nights in LA were cool

He left thie hotel room and drove to a bar in Ingelwood area. He could hide there in the shady light of the small room.

„Vodka," he muttered to the bartender.

„You're here too often young man," the man put a small glass in front of him.

„You can leave the bottle," Dylan glanced at him.

„Girl-trouble," asked the man.

„No girl trouble I'm gay," Dylan took a breath.

"So boy-trouble," the man spiled the water like liquid in his glass.

„No," Dylan clenched his fists.

He was getteing drunk the third night in a row and he hated it. He knew Thomas was sad and hurt and worried, he could imagine the blonde boy walking around their bedroom and looking for him. He saw this skinny arms reaching into the sheets in his sleep and tryng to find him, but only settle on cuddling the pillow. Dylan nearly cried and spilled the whole vodka shot in his throat. It was burnig in his mouth and he felt mor pain. He shouldn't sleep with Thomas, he had blood on his hands, so this hands weren't made to hold the innocent one.

He filled the glass again and felt regert. His body was in pain his heart and his mind suffered. Dylan missed Thomas more than ever yet he decided to be alone. His phone vibrated but he ignored it, he pressed his forehead on the wooden counter and rested inhaling the smell of cigarettes and the buzzing of the huge fans.