Closeted (BoyxBoy) [2014 Edition]

15: Life As It Is Now - Gabriel

~Two Weeks Ago~

I sat across from Kyle, seated at a table in Santa Monicas famed Mélisse, an overly expensive five-star restaurant. Dining together in a white room, under a crystal, turquoise chandelier, being heated by a wood-burning, stonewall fireplace, and listening to mind-easing, live classical music. We were surrounded by only the fanciest and the classiest in Santa Monica, probably all of Los Angeles even. I've never been to Mélisse before, and Kyle figured itd be best to take me here on our umpteenth official date.

It's hard to even believe. Kyle Collins and I, we were dating. Even though I swore to myself over and over that I would never trust him, that I would never be with him, some weird force pushed us together. I didn't want to think about what it was. It is what it is, and I constantly told myself that. To just go with the flow.

Kyle sat in a designer Ralph Lauren maroon dress shirt, silk black vest, black tie combo with black dress pants and black leather, designer shoes. He finished it off with a black fedora accompanied by a thick maroon ribbon encasing the perimeter. He was stunning tonight, and I admittedly started falling for it.

"You look really handsome tonight," he said to me in a soft whisper and a gentle smile. He must've been addressing the white dress shirt, assisted with a black bowtie and covered by a black blazer. My legs were covered with black dress pants and white Tom Fords. My hair was slick back and tucked behind my ears.

I gave a small chuckle and blushed lightly, "Thanks. So do you."

He smirked, green eyes scanned over the menu, "I know I do."

I rolled my eyes in amusement and just stared at him, covering a smile that crept onto my face. I still couldnt believe this was happening. Me and Kyle. Kyle and Me. Who can honestly say they saw this coming after all the shit that blew up that one day a few months ago? That day I was forcing to recede in my memory.

Our waiter approached our table and carried a bottle of Cristal champagne, "Gentlemen, good evening," he said soothingly as he poured the clear liquid into our long-stemmed glasses. He set the bottle on our table and took out a small flipbook, "Are you ready to order?"

Mélisse was a French-American eatery, so I couldnt understand half of the menu anyways. But with Kyle being completely fluent in French, he ordered some things for the both of us and sent the waiter away. I dared to ask what he had said, "So... what did you get us?"

"It's a surprise," he chirped, leaving me anxious in the process. I sat back in the unbelievably comfy chair and sighed, feeling like he was spending so much money. Mélisse? Cristal? What else did he have up his sleeve, "Gabriel, how long have we been friends?"

He knew the answer to the question already, "For more than four years."

"And for how long have we been dating?"

"Two and a half months, exactly."

"And for how long have I been in love with you?"

I didn't know the answer to this one. I feel like this was a trick question, so I gazed at him daringly, "I'm gonna guess... for as long as we have been friends. Kyle, what's the purpose to these questions?"

He rose from his chair and walked over to me. Before I knew it, his towering stature was casting a shadow down upon me. I felt slightly intimidated from this point of view, but it also gave me a strong sense of masculinity emitting from him, "Gabriel, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment. The perfect chance to get you alone, to have you to myself. I love being near you. I love your scent, I love your hair, and I love your face, your body, your hair. I love your personality, I love you. Gabriel-," he gotten down on one knee, in front of everybody, and took my hand. I nearly wanted to scream when he pulled a dark velvet box from his back pocket. My eyes began to wander, looking at everyone who was looking at us. What was he-?