Oogabooga (experimental draft ver)

The Boy With a Crush

"Oh mon Dieu! Are you alright?" A freckled young man with glasses outstretched his hand to help poor Ciel up. "Did you fall from a tree? I saw you hit the ground."

Ciel took his hand. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you," He huffed as he was helped up. "You're so kind... Thank you so much. What is your name?"

"Oh, haha, I'm Sol." He smiled and stared into Ciel's eyes. Ciel stared back, and their faces began to come closer to each other. "Oh!" Sol said, startled. "Gosh, I'm so sorry. That was a little weird," His face turned beet red. "And who are you?"

"My name is Ciel," He was kind of upset he didn't get a kiss. "Your name is lovely, Sol," Sol already couldn't get any redder.

"Thank- thank you," The air between these two was awkward. "Why don't I give you a lift home?"

"That would be nice, yes. I was supposed to move into a new house today, and I have the address with me but, I can't tell where I am right now." Ciel reached in his jeans pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, and handed it to Sol.

"Woah! You're my new roommate? I was wondering who was moving in!"

"Really?! That's amazing!" Ciel smiled a beautiful pearly white smile. Sol took his car keys from his pocket and began to walk alongside Ciel. They both made small talk until they reached Sol's car. Sol held the door open for Ciel and giggled. "Right this way, monsieur,"

Ciel laughed along. "Ooh, fancy!"

"De rien!"

"Yes, thank you," Ciel furrowed his brows suddenly as Sol began to drive. "What's the matter?" Sol asked. "I can't remember learning any French, or English at that. Hm, strange." He shrugged. "Must've been my hit to the head before,"

"Aw, you might have gotten hurt real bad, you poor thing. I didn't see you bleeding, but I'll give you some ice when we get to my place." Ciel sighed. All he could think about is how gentlemanly and sweet Sol was. He rested his face on his hand as he watched the scenic town of Avignon pass by. A smile stretched on his face once again. France was stunning, and he couldn't wait to get home with Sol. Seems like he has a little crush...!

Agh, I shouldn't get my hopes up. Yes, Sol is cute and kind, but we only just met. Maybe he doesn't even like guys. Ciel sighed in thought. In any case, I know we'll make wonderful friends!

Sol made a left and began circling a very tall building with many windows lined in columns above and below each other. He was looking for a parking space. Cars were bumper to bumper, packed in from each edge of the sidewalk, on both sides of the road. Ciel noticed a single open space and pointed. He didn't know how he figured out what Sol was trying to find. It seems like he just knew with no explanation.

"Ah! Good eye." Ciel was proud of himself. Sol turned the car around and parked. "Hm, we barely fit, but good job! I would've been circling this lot all day,"

"De rien," Ciel replied, opening his car door and starting to get out.

They crossed the street together, and Sol opened the door to the building when they got there and held it for Ciel. In the lobby, Sol introduced Ciel to the receptionist. She smiled and told him, "Your bags and boxes are in your room,"

"Merci!" Ciel said back, then he and Sol entered the elevator. "We live on the eighth floor," Sol told him and pressed the button. The elevator began to rise slowly. It was around 3:00, most everyone was out working. The complex seemed empty. Sol wanted to get to know Ciel better.

"What's your sign? I mean, zodiac." He asked.

"Hm? Oh, I don't know. But I was born on July first. Why do you ask?"

"I just- wanted to see if our signs were compatible. A-As friends, of course!" He began to embarrass himself. "You're a Cancer. I'm Taurus."

"Well, are we compatible?"

Sol blushed and looked to the ground. "We are,"

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The two boys reached the door of Sol's room. Sol unlocked the door, but before he opened it, he smiled at Ciel. Then, the door swung open, and Ciel got to see his new home. Of course, there was a pile of boxes stacked near the door, but for right now, Ciel dashed in, beginning to explore the villa.

"It's wonderful!" He chirped. Sol laughed, watching him practically dance around. Sol made his way to the kitchen and opened the freezer door. As promised, he got out an ice pack for Ciel. Sol showed Ciel to a couch and told him to get comfortable. He handed the ice pack over. "You go ahead and rest. I'll unpack for you."

"Thank you, dear," Ciel said, not thinking about what just happened. All of a sudden, he realized what he accidentally called Sol. "Agh!! I mean- I didn't- You're not-" He sputtered in a fit of panic. Sol froze in utter shock. Flustered, he covered his face with his hands and silently whimpered. This continued from the both of them until they wore themselves out, and Ciel finally mustered a shaky and weak, "I didn't mean that,"

The strangest thing happened after that. Sol started to laugh. Then Ciel joined in. These two dorky boys laughed, chuckled, giggled, and howled for quite some time. Sol held his stomach and tears welled up in the corner of his eyes. They both found it so hilarious; this laughing went on for five minutes. Suddenly Sol stood up and put his hands on his hips. He spoke through snickers and chortles. "Dahling, I'm starved! What's for dinner, beans again?"

"Well," Ciel chimed in, tossing his hands around as he talked. "If you keep complaining, I'll force feed them to you! Beans every hour! Bean boy!" They laughed and laughed until the joke was no longer funny. They were laughing at the way each other sounded. Soon enough, they were worn out, and all the noise that came from them was gasps and sighs. It all shortly died down, and Sol wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "Oh man, that was really something," Ciel joked.

Sol nodded. He continued to unpack for Ciel. Most of his belongings were decorative crucifixes. The rest was pressed flowers, baking tools, the essentials and a blank lined journal. Sol assumed it was Ciel's diary.

Ciel watched Sol unpack, holding the ice pack to his head. He was sure there'd be so much more awkward mistakes between the two of them. What he didn't know, though, is what would happen the next time. He was already flush from all the blood that rushed to his cheeks. Ciel also surprisingly had no clue that Sol had a massive crush on him right back. It was so blatantly apparent to anyone else. Perhaps love really is blind?

Sol finished unpacking and put most everything where it all seemed to belong. Baking tools in the kitchen, pressed flowers in the living room, crucifixes just about anywhere. Journal on the coffee table. The place had a new touch of liveliness. Sol sat down on the couch next to Ciel, exhausted.

"Thank you, bean boy." Ciel giggled.

"Of course, dahling."

The two quietly laughed. Ciel reached forward on the table and grabbed the journal. Yes, it was blank, except for the very first page. It read a string of numbers and the words, "ring this number." Ciel looked puzzled.

"Do you have a telephone?" He asked Sol. Sol pointed to the other side of the room where a wall phone was mounted. Ciel stood and made his way over. Careful not to mess up, he dialed the numbers slowly. The ringer tone repeated five or six times. A deep voice picked up.

"Dr. Asquith speaking,"

"Beau?"