𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶

paris, france

FORGET ABOUT YOU

another week had passed, and daniel couldn't grasp the fact that in two weeks, just fourteen days, jonah would be on a plane to america. he'd be alone. again.

sure, there were plenty of women daniel could get with, but ever since he met jonah, he longed for men.

and that was the worst part. it was the eighties. nobody was openly gay. it just wasn't a thing.

"god, what am i gonna do?" daniel mumbled as he turned over in bed, groaning. jonah had been busy with his family, spending time with them before he headed back to america.

daniel had remained in bed the past couple days, moping around and being sad.

"i have to get shit done." he thought, tossing his blankets off of him. he made his way to the bathroom, turning on the shower. when it was warm enough, he stripped of his boxers and got in.

as daniel showered, he couldn't help but think back to the night they made love.

"shit." daniel mumbled, looking down at his erection.

and then he thought back to what jonah said.

"i don't care how hard you are or how badly you want to do it, you call me and i'll take care of it."

"he'll never find out if i do it." daniel mumbled before reaching down to please himself. shorty after that, he washed his hair and body before exiting the shower. he dried himself off before getting dressed, jogging down the stairs.

it was sunny out, and before daniel left to run errands, he watered his plants and placed them in the sun. he made his way outside, grabbing his bicycle. he hopped on, pushing off.

off to the shops he went.

daniel loved shopping, he loved going out and meeting people, he loved watching small children run around, he loved everything.

his first stop at the shops was the greenhouse, as he wanted new plants to put in his house. and then he stopped to pick up groceries, but only the necessities.

bread, fruits, vegetables, milk, and eggs.

lastly was the liquor store, and the clerk smiled at daniel as he walked in. daniel only bought cheap wine, as he thought all wines tasted the same.

as daniel looked through the shelves, he felt a tap on his shoulder. he turned around, and for a moment he was confused.

"do i know you?" daniel asked, setting down a bottle of wine.

"yeah, you do. orange car. ring any bells?"

daniel thought for a moment.

"orange car.." and then it hit him.

it was the blond boy who drove the orange car. the boy who kicked daniel's ass. "what the fuck do you want?" daniel asked.

"before you get all defensive, i saw you head in here and i wanted to.. apologize."

"oh yeah, apologize for rearranging my face. thanks, asshole."

"seriously, i'm sorry. i'll pay for your wine, just forgive me." daniel rolled his eyes.

"i can pay for myself, thank you."

"you don't get it, do you?" the boy asked, becoming quiet.

"what is there to get?" daniel asked.

"i think i'm gay, you fucking idiot!" the boy said, looking around to assure nobody heard.

"and what do you want me to do about it?" daniel asked, a look of disgust on his face.

"don't make me say it."

"no, tell me what you want me to do about it." daniel said.

"have sex with me, okay? i want you to—"

"what's your number?" daniel asked. the boy smiled as he told daniel his number. "i'll give you a ring in a few weeks." daniel said, swallowing the lump he had in his throat.

"yeah, okay. i'm corbyn, by the way." daniel nodded.

"i'm daniel."

"i'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot, like, really sorry."

"je te pardonne." daniel said, grabbing his bottle of wine.

"merci, daniel."

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this is short i sowwy 🥺