The Broken Werewolves: Forbidden Law (BxB)

Chapter 8: A Date With Troy

Chapter 8
A Date With Troy

 Smothering the shirt that I'm going to wear, which is a dark blue polo shirt with little mint green dots, my mind drifts to Troy. I wonder what he would look like. I mean, I'm not going to judge if he doesn't suit my preferences, but I think if this date did not work out like Dave is hoping to be, I think Troy and I would be a good friends. I guess. It's now 7:30 in the evening and Troy and I would meet at exactly 8 at the Plaza. According to Dave, he has already talked with Troy and he's pretty stoked about our date. I'm just hoping that this date would not get ruined. I stand up and take a look at myself in the mirror. My hair has gotten longer and I have to gel it up so it would not fall in front of my eyes. My eyes are dull, and it seems like I have lost all hope and I wonder how Mom and Dave are able to deal how my eyes look. I guess they got used to what my eyes look. I sigh as I shut my eyes, silently breathing and calming my irrationally beating heart. I place a palm on where my heart is and try to calm it down. Grabbing the gel bottle on my computer desk, I pour little amount on my palm and rub it with my other hand, then I brush my hair and make a spikey style, which makes me laugh because I make myself think that I look very adorable and perfect. Smiling to myself, I close the bottle and head over to the bathroom to wash my hands because the gel is very sticky, and once I'm done, I decide to wear my polo shirt and admire myself once again the mirror.

Style, check. Teeth looking good, check. Jeans ironed, check. Black Vans to match my attire, check. A knock on the door disturbs me from admiring my look and Dave's head pokes into my room.

"You ready?" Dave asks me with a huge smile on his face. He seems pretty excited for me. If this date failed, I'm going to blame it all on him since he's the one who set me up on a date to a stranger, to Troy. "Troy is pretty early. He's here already. And he's waiting for you downstairs, in the living room. And please faster, because Mom is about to toast him. We don't want to make him awkward throughout your big date, do we?" He asks in an amused tone. I scowl at him and decide to leave the room, to go downstairs and meet my date for tonight.

As I go down the stairs, my eyes immediately fall into a pair of greyest eyes I've ever seen in my life, and those eyes are staring right at mine and I never feel so comfortable looking at some stranger's eyes, until now. Troy is pretty tall and I assume that he's a basketball player or a very sporty person. He's slightly shaking and seems scared. A guy that is so nervous makes me chuckle. Troy blushes and runs his hands over his already messy hair, which looks hot on him. He gives me a shy smile and stands up. Mom and Dave are both looking at him. He's wearing a black and blue checkered polo that hugs his biceps and body perfectly and tightly. The sight of him smiling shyly at me, it's really funny. I have never seen a guy that is bulky and manly but prefers to have rainbows and bunnies. He reminds me of the counterpart of Bubbles in the Power Puff Girls. I laugh at the thought of me thinking PPG. That has been always my favorite cartoon ever. Weird for a guy, but hey, I'm gay, so no arguments there.

Troy has a blonde cropped hair and his height is about 5'9" or 5'8". His legs are admirable and he looks edible, like a piece of meat. He has a dimple on his left cheek, deep and cute, and his lips are full and the bottom lip is swollen. From what I'm guessing, he kept on biting it out of nervousness. So reddish. Troy seems the kind of guy who is gentle and passionate about the things he love yet he also has this bad boy look that can make everyone like him. He looks tough yet his aura screams "I'm a very good boy and I will never ever hurt you". He's the type of guy that prefers to be in the church every Sunday than to party all day and night with people he doesn't even know, or with people he's not close to. Troy wipes his sweaty hands across his jeans and offers his hand for me to shake.

"Hi, I'm... Troy. Troy da Silva." He has a thick Brazilian accent though he speaks English fluently. His complexion is a bit dark and it looks good on him. It matches everything about him. I think it's a trademark skin for Brazilian. No? I never know. If he really is a Brazilian, he would be the very first Brazilian guy I would meet and know. I must have been staring at him for quite some time now because he just looks at me worriedly. It would be very rude of me if I don't shake his hand. So I do.

I smile at him. "Hello, I'm Kieran. But you can call me, Lars or yeah, Kieran." I shake his hand firmly and he gulps, Adam's apple bobbing. Our shaking hands last for a full minute until Dave clears out his throat, and Troy takes his hand back as quick as possible and gives everyone a shy smile. So cute.

"Lars is a cute name," he says in a shy tone and blushes, then he mutters under his breath which I don't get a chance to hear since it's very low. "This is so awkward. I never... I never really went on a date until my sister and Dave pushed me to it. And I find you lovely and all." After he said those words, his blush deepens and Mom suppresses a laugh. I glare at my brother for laughing out loud. At that action, Troy hangs his head low and fumbles with his fingers.

"Well, Troy, it's nice to finally meet you." I say with a huge smile plastered on my face. I want to lighten up his mood by being bright and all. "My brother Dave has mentioned you several times and it has bugged me. And he's a jerk. I know you agree on that. So... shall we go and leave this imbecile of a brother of mine and Mom?" Troy laughs, showing his white teeth. He's very neat and all, except his hair.

"Use protection!" My brother shouts at us and Mom smacks his head and he pouts. I laugh, which makes Troy laugh, too. He's very uncomfortable and awkward right now, and the goal I have in mind is to make him comfortable with me.

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"So what do you do?" I ask him as we walk across the busy street of the Plaza. So far, tonight has been great and fun. We just got done eating porks and chickens. Turned out, he doesn't like vegetables as well. As soon as we found out that we have something in common, we both complain about how veggies taste so horrible. Troy looks at me with his grey eyes and smiles at me, looks up and thinks thoughtfully, a dreamy look on his face.

He stares again at me. "I sing," he says in an adorable tone. So far, my goal has been achieved and Troy seems comfortable around me. He's not awkward. He's cool. I stop dead in my tracks and look at him with pleasing eyes. He chuckles and shakes his head. "I love to sing, but not in public. I hate singing in public."

"Who says that you're going to sing in public?" I ask him with a grin, putting my clasped fingers behind my back and Troy arches a brow, then he breaks into a grin. "You're going to sing for me. So, let's go in an isolated place, or less crowded place, and let me hear your beautiful voice."

So we seek a less crowded place and find a good spot. Great thing is, we found a place and there's a man sitting on a bench with a guitar. Troy scratches his neck and looks awkwardly at the man with a guitar. The man looks at us and seems to get the point and lends the guitar to Troy. Troy says a thank you.

"We have company," he says and nods his head at the man. "I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," I chuckle, rubbing my palms with each other and looking at him expectantly, "as long as I get to hear you sing, I don't mind." The man smiles. Not homophobic. Good.

Troy begins to tune the guitar and strums a bit, testing the sound and he nods to himself. Back in the restaurant, he told me he likes country music, so I'm guessing he'd sing a country music. He also told me that he's a momma's boy and I find that very cute for a guy. But unfortunately, his mom has been dead for about two years now. He only has his sister and Dad. I feel sad suddenly for him. I know that he has been through a lot. We both did. But what's suprising is, he never gave up. Troy never gives up. That's what I like about him. I have given up my old life, and I'm never going to give up again. Troy takes a deep breath and starts to sing.

"I remember the day you appeared on this Earth. With eyes like an ocean, got blood on my shirt." He sings ardently as he shuts his eyes, strumming the guitar strings peacefully. His melodic and beautiful voice makes my heart flutter. I look at him with amazement twinkling in my eyes, admiring how his lips pout and pluck, how he plays with the guitar oh so amazing. "From my camera angle it looked like it hurt. But your mama had a big old smile. We drove you home, saw your yellowing skin. Packed a few things and drove you back again. Stayed up all night worrying, wondering what was gonna make it better.

"Broken bones heal if you set them right. Get that fine tooth comb from the barbicide. Our love's a protective poison. But you are your mother's child and she'll keep you for a while. Someday you'll be grown, then you'll be on your own."

Troy continues to sing and both the man and I watch him sing, admiring him. After that, after he sings the last part, we both clap and Troys bows his head dramatically. We laugh together.

"You got a pretty good voice," I say, patting his back. "I wish to hear more."

"You will," he promises, then drapes his long and bulky arm over my shoulder, pushing me closer to him. "I swear."