Fairies are Pretty: Fairy Dust Series

Chapter 8: The All Time Date

Their day started sailing three hours in a cruise ship that belonged to Dalais' company. He surely had done a lot of work preparing it.

"Balloons?" Dirac mocked.

"Don't act smuck. You love balloons, you were never a flower man just like you hated toast apparently."

"You were such a flower man." Dirac laughed, remembering how delighted Dalais had been when he'd bought him fourteen bouquets of different roses on his birthday. "I can't believe I missed all your gay signs."

"Says the man who was overly obsessed with stuffed animals." Dalais threw back, putting a memory of Loki back in Dirac's mind.

Loki was Dirac's favourite stuffed lion, the first present he had ever gotten from Dalais Euless. On his sixteenth birthday Dalais had given Loki to Dirac probably trying to mock him with his love for stuffed animals but Dirac had fallen in love with it.

Maybe only because it was from Dalais. However, after Rogue found out Dirac was gay, Loki was the first thing the old fart had set to flames together with his journal.

"Yah well, I grew out of them." He lied. Ally had bought him a stuffed tiger to replace Loki, and it was still in his suitcase in Dalais' house. It was not the same as Loki, but it still held comfort.

"Yah well, you still liked balloons."

"Where do you get that from?"

"Two years ago after your company launched the Toll Beer, the place was full of balloons and I'm pretty sure it wasn't just a celebration prop."

Dirac rolled his eyes and moved futher in the upper compartment of the boat with balloons on the ground and some on the wall.

The couch area had a table with wine in ice on the table. A bowl of strawberries lay next to it, together with a box of pizza.

"Where's the champagne?"

"You never liked it. You've always been a huge fan of grapes.

"And you of spirits."

"Like I've always said, it isn't alcohol until it fries your throat."

"So what are you hoping out of all this, Mr Romantic?"

"Just trying to rub it in your face that I'm good at some things better than you."

"Why?"

"You've always beat me at everything. You were smart and athletic all at once. I just sat with the fans secrectly crushing on you."

"You were crushing on me?" Something bitter rose in the pit of his stomach but he swallowed it.

"Big time. Look at you, you look like celestial." Dalais smiled brightly.

"Since when were crushing on me?" The way Dalais flinched, he knew he was frowning.

"I really don't know. I guess it has always been there. It will explain why I've never had interest in anyone else."

"Don't toy with me, Dalais." He gave a bitter chuckle.

"I'm not. I've always wondered what was wrong with me, I guess now I know it was you."

Dirac stormed away as emotions started to boil out in him. What was wrong with him? He had anticipated this moment for as long as forever, now that it was happening, he felt anything but joy.

Dalais caught his arm before he got far but Dirac did not turn around. He stood there as Dalais grip around his arm tightened, forbidding him to move.