Your The Angel In My Life

"A Midnight Talk"

Disclaimer: so i honestly think of this story being a test run for the way i set up things. this is an official story, yes, but as well as something i use to get a feel for things. so dont be surprised if one day my set up completely changes. mkay thats all. see you at the end of the chapter c:

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 The wind was cold and sharp, hurting every time a gust of it hit me. I never complained though, I needed to see Darryl. I knew I should have grabbed my jacket. Going out at night with only a sweater in December is like asking for a death wish. I kept pushing on though, risking my health. 

I arrived to Invaided Park, and was met with the sight of a taller, dark figure, sitting at a lit-up bench underneath a tree. Even though mostly everything was covered in snow, it seemed the tree had kept the single bench dry and snow free. I couldn't make out their face. I was scared it wasn't him. I looked around the park to see if anyone else was there at the time, even though it was about 9 p.m. I saw no one but the man on the bench, so I cautiously walked up to the figure. Once in a close proximity with him, I called out, "D-Darryl is that you..?" my voice slightly cracking from the fear.

To my relief, the man turned and faced me. It was in fact Darryl.

"Oh! Hey Zak! Finally you are here, I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up." His voice trailed off a bit, sounding of sadness, at the end. "Sit next to me and lets get you you're proper confession."

I sat down feeling more uncomfortable and nervous than ever. I tried to sit a little bit away from him to make things less awkward, but at that moment I was not in control. It's as if he was a positive charge and I a negative charge. I just naturally sat next to him, leaving no space for Jesus in the middle (its a funny phrase I have for personal space). Darryl scooted away, giving himself more space which made me feel upset.

 I was not ready to talk about this topic right to his face. It was hard enough spitting the truth out to him on a call where I couldn't even see his face, be in his presence, get his true reaction. Now, him being in front of me, in real life not just on a simple facetime call, was a whole new level of hard. I was shaking. I was scared. I kept thinking thoughts, some more unrealistic than others, of possible outcomes. Possible reactions. Possible.. anything.

"Zak. You're shaking. Are you cold? I mean you only have a simple sweater on." He would grab my ice-like hands, holding onto them tighter than normal. I only assumed he was trying to warm them up, but this simple action still made me blush like mad. My face was paler then usual, so the blush was easier to detect. Thankfully, Darryl's attention was on my hands rather than my face, giving me time to recollect myself. 

"Oh my goodness you really are freezing! Here, take my jacket." Darryl says while taking his jacket off. 

"No no! Please, keep it. You need it more than myself." I say lightly placing my hand on his to stop his motion of taking it off. "Zaky, please. I made you come out here in the freezing weather. It's the least I can do for you." He sheepishly smiles at me, reassuring me it's ok. His smile alone made me warm up completely. I sigh, and then nod agreeing to his offer. 

He hands me the coat, which even before putting it on, I can tell is about two or three sizes too big for me. I don't mind it though, honestly. I enjoy largely fitting things, which is why most of my hoodies are larges and extra larges, while my real size is about a medium. I put the over sized black jacket on me. After putting it on, I finally noticed Darryl had been wearing a red and black sweater this whole time. In fact, it was his favorite sweater. I wasn't surprised that was his choice of sweaters. 

I notice Darryl was giggling while trying to look away from me. Was he laughing at something behind me? I turned to look and saw nothing there. I looked back at the still-laughing Senior with a fact of questioning. "What's so funny?" I ask. "Oh, haha. It's just you look like a smool potato and I find it--" He begins coughing, cutting off his last word. The cough was fake. It was too obvious. I wonder why he did that. I shrugged it off and made a silly comment in return. "Oh yea, well you look like a pingspoofer!" I start laughing hysterically, which makes him laugh along with me. Thank heavens we started poking fun, because now at least it was wasting time while lightning the mood. It was also making things more comfortable for the two of us.

I finally got a hold of myself, and stopped laughing. I look up at Darryl to see him smiling and blushing. I questioned why for a bit, but decided it wasn't important. 

"So Zak, are you ready to redo our little talk on Teamspeak?" he asks cheerfully, still happy from what previously happened. I nod yes, even though I wasn't at all. "I don't think I will ever be fully ready to do this, but I need to sometime tonight." 

"Good choice. I don't want us to become two frozen muffins!" We both giggle at the silly comment, even though neither of us really wanted to be frozen up.

I inhale deeply, and clear my throat. "No going back now.. for the second time." I think to myself.

"You promise, again, you won't hate me?" 

"I can promise that on everything I own and love, but I cannot promise that I won't be mad at you." he says, trying to recreate the same wording he had once before. It still makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. 

"Darryl.. I don't know how to properly say this.." I turn to face him, looking him dead serious in the eye. He returns the gaze, his being much softer and more inviting. "Darryl.. I think I am Bisexual."

He sighs, looking away while he does the action. He looks back up at me... upset. I become uncomfortable, not able to sit still. Nervous. I regret doing this all over again. I want to take everything I said back. Every. Single. Word. He speaks up.

"I do not hate you. I could never, but I am upset. Zak why didn't you tell me this earlier..?"

I whisper under my breath, "If only you knew why." 

"What was that you said?" The older replies. I look up at him and lie by saying, "Oh, nothing." He believed me, per usual.

"Zaky. You do not know how proud I am of you. You were able to tell me this no matter you're comfort at the time. I am so sorry I forced you to say this twice, while I only need to say my confession once." Wait a minute, confession..? My heart began beating rapidly.

Ba dum Ba dum

What can he be talking about...? He looks away, looking like he's reconsidering his word choices. He inhales and looks back at me. "Zak you're not the only one with a large secret. I... I also must tell you something." 

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HOT AND DANGEROUS. Hi lovlies I missed you :c. over 1.2k words separated us. how dreadful. i dont really have much to say, but that this story is sadly coming to an end. boo hoo. but its ok. ive got secrets of my own i will share soon. muwahhahahaha

love,

your loving author.

p.s. there r enough words for almost exactly as many reads as this story has including this A/n

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