Breeze (The Mighty Queertet: Story 3)
Chapter 26: Wedded Bliss III
Notes from Star: Thanks to Steph for the help, I needed input! And thanks to Vic for continually inspiring me. Let’s try to finish this fic before we meet, yeah?
Notes from Vic:
Look guys we’ve written again,
Victory and Star love the Ducks,
But you might be waiting for the next chapter awhile,
Because Breeze really sucks! ©
—Poem copyright of Victory Thru Tears, May 11, 2002.
Seriously. We hate this story. Don’t worry, it will be over soon, and *good* things will be coming. Well, nicely written plot will be coming. Not necessarily good events…
“So, that’s the twins in the best day care centre in the state, and our seven year old into a private junior school.” She frowns. “Are we pampering them too much?”
I remember when Portman came to talk to me after Fulton saw Charlie and I kissing at the fireworks display last year. I was terrified. I’m more nervous now. I’m not scared of Connie, but I do feel just as hyper as I did then. She’s very changeable. She can’t possibly have done a complete 180, not just because her scholarship was threatened.
“Adam?” She prods.
“Nah, they might as well have the best. Besides, we’re rich, we can afford a shrink if we screw them up too much,” I reply.
She leans back on Charlie’s bed and rubs her eyes. “You wanna take a break for a bit?”
“Oh sure, we’ve got a couple of weeks before this is due. You’ve probably got other stuff to do.”
She bites her lip, looking uncomfortable. “Well, uh, I don’t.”
I look at her, beautiful and popular Connie Moreau, centre of attention, has nothing to do?
“Can I hang out here?” she asks almost nervously.
Now I’ve seen it all. I thought my Dad being supportive of me would be the one miracle I would see in my life. Then Orion jumped on the support bandwagon. Now Connie wants to hang out with me? I’m too stunned to say anything other than, “Sure.”
She brings her knees up to her chest in a defensive gesture (hey, you can’t live with the lunatics I do and not start to read body language). “I know I’m not really a nice person and I’ve done some horrible things and you can’t forget them, but is there any chance you could one day possibly not hate me?”
To be honest, I’ve not really thought about it. I don’t hate her, I don’t trust her, sure, but hate’s a very strong word. “I don’t hate you,” I tell her.
“Well, you should. But if it makes you feel any better, I really am sorry. I don’t know why I started the hate crusade. Maybe I didn’t approve, but it wasn’t my place… I’m sorry.”
If I was Charlie I’d believe she meant every word. She certainly looks remorseful, and she sounds convincing too, but… well, I have real friends, and I’ll stick to them. However, I’m not going write her off either. “Thanks.” I’m not going to say it’s ok, because she nearly broke my wrist and said a lot of things that I can’t forget easily. If she does get my forgiveness, it will be wholeheartedly or not at all.
There’s an uncomfortable silence, which I feel obligated to break. “So, how’s Luis?”
She plays with a strand of hair. “Oh, fine I guess. I haven’t seen him since we’ve been back, decided that no matter how low I stoop I really don’t want to be his bit on the side.”
“Well, good for you.”
“Thanks. I’d love to be a fly on the wall at his study session with Portman, maybe Portman can knock some sense into him, like you have with me. So how are you and Charlie?” she asks in return.
Ordinarily I’d be stunned that this homophobic girl is getting over her fear of what’s different and being courteous enough to enquire about my relationship, however, now is not the best day to ask that question. I shrug, not really wanting to share our problems with her.
“Sorry, none of my business.”
Silence reigns again.
Suddenly she brightens, catching sight of my bookshelf. “You’re a Harry Potter fan?”
I wince, I knew I should have moved them somewhere else, or left them at home.
She gets up and picks one of the books up. “I like the third one best. It kicks ass. I’ve seen the film six times now.”
“I didn’t like the film,” I reply.
“Well, it didn’t live up to the books, but I couldn’t help it, I just had to keep going back to see if I’d missed bits.” She replies. “I loved Fluffy, the three-headed dog. I wonder if my Mom would let me have one as a pet.”
I laugh. “Not likely. They didn’t seem to make the quest seem dangerous enough though.”
“You want kids running out of the cinema in tears, Banks?” She gives me a shocked expression.
“If they could read it in the books they could see it on the big screen,” I argue. “But the Quidditch was good.”
So Cons takes a seat on my bed and we get into a very heated debate about which houses we’d be in if we went to Hogwarts.
“You know, we really don’t have to work on this now,” he says quickly as the bell signaling the end of study hall rings.
“Oh, are you sure?” I answer innocently. Yeah, right… Dean Portman—innocent? But really. Do you think I’m going to pass up an opportunity to torture Luis?
“Yeah, pretty sure.” He nervously slings his backpack over his shoulder. He looks eager to go.
“Oh. Because I’ve got to meet Fulton in a couple hours.” I can’t hide the smile as he pales. I guess he doesn’t like thinking about me meeting my boyfriend. Oh well. “But before that, I have nothing planned. Maybe we should work on this a little more?”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He moves towards the door, but I follow him. We walk out of the school and into the sunlight. You know… instead of torturing Luis I could be basking in the spring air with my boyfriend.
Then again, I’m in the mood for some real fun.
“I’m supposed to meet Traci.” Luis keeps a distance of five feet between us as we walk. More of, as he scuttles off and I follow.
“Ok, that’s cool! Maybe she’ll help us with the project,” I grin.
“Um, I don’t think so. She doesn’t really like fag—”
Luis stops himself. I’m not even bothered by the word he just used, the expression on his face is well worth it. Oh yes, I am definitely glad I was paired with him for this project.
I spot the blonde waving at Luis frantically from under a tree a few feet away. She had a peculiar expression on her face… maybe it’s from seeing me with Luis.
Although, I really have to tell you… I don’t think Traci knows I’m gay. I think Luis has probably hinted that someone on the team is, but I don’t think she knows it’s me. Traci doesn’t exactly know how to keep her mouth closed. If she knew for sure who the gay Ducks were, you can bet it would be all over school, which it’s not.
“Maybe I don’t have to meet her right now.” He says nervously. “I think I’ll tell her that I’ll hang out later.”
“Sure, man. Whatever you want to do.” I grin and lean against a tree to wait for him.
Luis approaches his girlfriend and exchanges a few words with her. She frowns for a moment, but then stops as if to consider something. She nods fervently, and engages Luis in a passionate kiss before he comes back to me.
“That was a stunning display of heterosexual love,” I comment as we walk away.
He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like “Fuck off.”
“I wasn’t aware that your boat floated that way, Mendoza.” I gleefully grin and pat him on the shoulder.
The look on his face as we walk away together is utterly priceless.