He Left Sparkles in his Wake

Once a Third Wheel, always a Third Wheel

Richard quickly took a picture of his face in front of the window and sent it to Cake as a thank you from Forte. The game carried on until they decided to call it quits for the night. Jared sighed and held Richard back from leaving the room.

"Satch is already in our room and I can't let him see me like this. Can I, sorry but um, can I stay in your room for the night?" Jared asked quietly. He stood nervously while Richard attempted to process the question.

"Y-yeah. Of course! I only have one clean bunk so you can sleep there. I'll chill on the floor." He decided and started walking back to Bluebell. Jared quickly caught up and held the very flustered gay's hand.

"Absolutely not. I'm intruding; you sleep in your bed and I'll sleep on the floor." He insisted.

"No way I'm letting you sleep on the floor. You would get all dirty, or catch a cold, or not sleep properly, or just die all together!" The American replied. They continued to quietly argue over sleeping arrangements until they reached Richard's room. He quickly dug through his closet to find Jared some clothes to sleep in: a huge Hawaiian shirt, huge on Richard at least, and some long shorts. Jared grabbed the clothes  with a thank you and walked out of the room to the bathroom to change. Richard quickly changed and cleaned up before Jared could get back. The model walked in and slid into the bed.

"We should just share the bed." He stated with a faint blush. Richard stood still with a scarlet face.

"O-okay. Just kick me out of bed if it gets too awkward or something." Richard mumbled and laid down on the very edge of the bed. He managed to fall asleep, but fell into a nightmare.

He felt like he had been here before. He was running as fast as he could from...something. Something was chasing him and he was terrified. He managed to reach the door at the end of the hall, but he couldn't turn the knob. The foot steps behind him got closer and pounded down the hall. He finally got the door open, only to be stabbed through the heart. At the same time, he was shot through the stomach, but the bullets passed through whoever stabbed him. He fell to the floor and looked up as he began fading to black. Jared held a large saber and Cake smiled down with two smoking guns.

Richard shot up, falling out of bed in the process, and began patting his torso. He found no wounds other than his bruises but continued to pant to try and calm down. Jared leaned over and gently patted Richard's shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asked with concern. Richard slowly came back to his senses.

"Yeah...yeah...just a nightmare. Sorry I woke you." He apologized. The individual in the bed mumbled something under his breath before getting up and stretching.

"I'm going to go change. Meet me at my room in five minutes?" The tall one proposed while Richard stood. His eyes locked on the clock to see that class was about to start.

"You're going to be late! I'm so sorry! Hurry and change and run to class." The American stressed. Jared laughed slightly.

"I called in sick earlier. And you said something last night about your teacher giving you the day to work on a project, so we have the day to ourselves. Like I said, meet me at my room in five minutes." He stated and walked out of the room. Richard stood in shock for a minute before throwing on a green turtleneck sweater and some grey jeans. The jeans were special ones; he had been told by a straight man that his rear was a seven out of ten in these jeans. He quickly downed a pain killer and dashed down stairs while pulling on his sneakers. Jared stood in front of his door in a blue button up and jeans, looking as good as ever.

"Lets go get some breakfast." Jared mused with a suave hair flip that sent sparkles in every direction. They took a short train ride off of campus and into a small city  to find what appeared to be nothing more than a tiny café fit for fifteen costumers. They sat at a table and ordered what sounded appetizing: for Richard it was a cup of black coffee and a cinnamon muffin, while Jared got a blueberry bagel and a cup of green tea. "I get the check." Jared included before the waitress walked away. Richard was fuming and they began arguing, playfully, about the bill. After everything was paid for, they wandered about the tiny town in the pleasant sunshine before riding the train back to Asagao. Jared led out protagonist to his dorm room....

(The author wants to take a moment to inform you that unless highly, and I mean HIGHLY requested, this story isn't going to get super sexy. Get your minds out of the gutter! Maybe a more saucy chapter can be added later if you want. Comment your thoughts, but now, back to our originally scheduled gay.)

"Wanna play some video games?" The ham scented individual asked once they entered. Richard shrugged.

"You can play if you want. I don't mind watching." He stated and took a seat on the couch next to his...they had never discussed what their relationship was. "Hey, um, Jared? What exactly is our relationship status? Like, I'm fine if we are just friends and all. If so, I can say that my prince is in another castle." Richard rambled off while the game booted up. His cheeks were a deep pink hue and he hid the bottom of his face in his sweater. Jared's cheeks turned red and he fumbled with the controller.

"I-I guess we-" He was cut off my loud knocking on the door. Mr. Glitter handed the controller to Richard, who selected what was obviously Jared's save file, and answered the door. Jon barged in and surveyed the room for a moment.

"Oh, am I ruining your date? Were you guys in the middle of making out?" The intruder mocked with a kissy face. Richard was actually offended for once.

"Jon, bite my entire ass!" He stated loudly. Jared sat down on the sofa to watch everything unfold.

"What?" Jon and Jaque asked at the same time.

"Go legally braindead from lack of oxygen due to choking on my entire ass!" Richard continued. Jon stood there stunned while Jared began laughing. It was an honest, beautiful, joy filled laugh. Richard apologized and Jon just shrugged.

"I should have expected that you wouldn't take my shit at some point. But you guys were playing video games; not a date, but cool." He said and sat on the furniture between the two gays. The Normal Boots members, all three, began talking about the game and such. Richard scooted to the end of the cushion and pulled his knees to his chest. Third wheeled on his own date. His own first date too.

"My luck frickin' sucks..."