Due To Fate [Boys Love Story] (EDITING)

Inquisitions, Demand, And Dramatic Antics

Timmy shadowed Simon, walking through the throngs of people as they near the lavished sets of food. When the two faced the table, Timmy's eyes grew and jaw widened. Never in his life had he seen extravagant and beautifully placed cuisine. Truly the life of powerful and rich demands luxury.

"Pick any thing you like. They're made and come from the best all over the world." Simon bragged the sumptuous looking dishes on the lengthy table. "You should try these finger size mooncakes. They're the best among all the desserts. Deliciously made ."

Ears perked upon hearing mooncakes as Timmy remembered when Johnny mentioned his favorite food. Even the way Simon offered the dessert was similar to his son.

"Oh, mooncakes. I've tasted these, before." Taking a bite from the little mooncakes, Timmy could tell the same ingredients was used in the mooncakes he last ate. "Do you always serve these during your party?"

A look of approval on Timmy face as he finishes the last bite.

"Why yes I do. If you don't mind? May I ask where have you tasted these before? I doubt you can taste this mooncake anywhere. It's a family recipe, you see. It's also a heavily guarded one at that." Simon had a look of interest in his song's friend.

Tilting his head, Timmy remembers what Johnny had told him about the mooncakes, but before he could tell the story he took a flute of white wine, and drank the contents of it. "Well, it was during the time your son and I weren't really getting along. Still do, from time to time." Timmy paused and took another sip of the yellow translucent liquid. "He bump into me one night, and told me about coming from one of your dinner parties. As a compensation for knocking me down, he shared some of the food he sneaked out of your party. Johnny told me that it got a lot of eggs used in it."

"Is that so? I see..." Simon listened diligently at Timmy's tales of the night his son's friend continue blabbing about that night. [A/N: You're really telling it from YOUR perspective. Ey, Timmy? Tsk, tsk, tsk.]

Simon interrupted Timmy right at the part of the story they got drunk. "I'm sorry. I know I'm being rude. I can't help, but ask what happened after you two got drunk? I doubt my son would let someone sleep outside, because they're drunk. I raised him better than that. Usually his friends can take care themselves, but you, yourself, said you were unconscious. Did he left you or help you get to your room? Assuming that you live in the school dormitory, that is."

Giving a strained smile to Johnny's father, Timmy began formulating a way to make it sound as if they didn't spend a night together. Even if they didn't do anything, at all.

"Uh... Well, it's like this. I was excited that day, and I managed to forget my keys that night. So, your son, being a helpful person, he is. He let me spend the night in his room."

For the first time of meeting Simon, an uncontrolled expression grace on his face. Seeing it, Timmy rack his brain for more words to say. He said in a rushed voice, "We DIDN'T do anything. Please, whatever you are thinking." Timmy emphasized the second word he used with a pleading manner.

"No." Simon stopped. "I was just.. I wasn't expecting that outcome, actually. So what happened afterwards?"

"Oh, I was told by your son that the administrator was closed on the weekends. So, I had to get it from my family's place. Despite him being a bit of at first bully, he's nice once you get to know him. He offered me ride on that day."

An eyebrow shot up on Simon's forehead. He knew that Johnny wouldn't do things unless he had something going on in return.

"Did he owe you any favor? Is that why he gave you a ride to your parent's resident?"