[FIC] TIMW & YNU - Chp 3
Title: This Is My World & You'll Never Understand Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Two OC's - Kyle & Shane, however Clay becomes Kyle's adoptive father. Warnings: Contains a "gay" plot line. Also, Kyle is HIV+ Disclaimer: Don't know Clay, don't know his people, this is just a story I wanted to write for the hell of it. Author/Story Notes: Constructive criticism is always welcomed. If you are just going to leave some hateful comment that serves no purpose as to helping me improve my writing then don't bother commenting at all. I haven't done any fanfiction writing in a long time so I feel like a noob all over again, go figure. This is the third or fourth time that I have rewritten this specific work of fiction. It has never felt quite right to me. Now that I've taken more intensive writing classes I'm giving this another go.
“Things will get better, Kyle,” he said. I tried to smile and as he turned to walk out of my room I could have sworn I heard him sniffle like he was forcing himself to hold back his tears. Thoughts raced through my head as I tossed and turned in bed trying to get to sleep. What if the court says no? What if I just get disappointed, again?
After figuring out that I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep I decided to go hang out with some of the kids who had stuck around after the show. Every one of them was gossiping with each other about how great the show was. It almost made me feel guilty that I skipped most of the show to wallow in my own self-pity. “How stupid of me,” I thought.
I set up a movie on the TV for the kids to watch after they were done gossiping. I was the only staff member around who had a key to open up the entertainment system and the kids begged me to put in DVD’s of Clay’s season of American Idol. “Please, please,” the begged and nagged. Finally I caved because honestly, who wouldn’t want to hear Clay’s amazing voice right after seeing him perform.
Jayne brought up some snacks and drinks for the kids. She was always really good at predicting when it would be movie time. “Yeah!” cheers erupted from the kids. Of course, food was the way to a guy’s heart, or his stomach if you wanted to be more literal. Jayne also always knew when something was bothering me. Wrapping her arms around me she whispered in my ear, “I love you, little man, and it’ll be all right.”
After a few years of dealing with my mood swings she had figured out not to ask me what was wrong. She would just give me a hug, tell me she loves me, and leave the situation alone. Jayne also knew that if something were really wrong I would talk to her about it. We just had one of those relationships. I meekly smiled and said to her, “I’m heading home. Call if you need me.” She nodded back to me and I waved goodbye.
The whole way back to my place I kept pondering why today felt so right to me. Was this how it should feel when someone cares about you? I really didn’t understand all these new feelings that Clay gave me. I unlocked my door to my apartment. Clink, I dropped my keys into the key bowl by my door. Swish, I tossed my coat and bag onto the floor. Then I plopped into bed and fell fast asleep. Later that night I thought I heard my phone ring and stirred in bed. It rang another time, and I grumbled. Whoever it was really wouldn’t give up trying to call me.
I looked at the number on my phone and it was one that I didn’t recognize. I picked up the call, “Hello?” “Kyle? This is Clay.” “Oh, uh, hey Clay, what time is it dude?” I asked him as I rolled onto my back in bed. “Fairly late. 8, I think,” he replied. “8? 8 at night? Shit, shit. Shane is so going to be pissed at me.” “Shane,” he asked. “My boyfriend. I was supposed to meet him an hour ago for dinner.” “Oh, he’ll understand, won’t he?” “I can only hope he will. Anyway, what’s up man?” I asked him. “I called my attorney at home and he pulled some strings for me. I’m now your legal guardian.” “What? Are you serious.” I asked hesitantly. I didn’t want to be let down again. “Yes, Kyle, I am very serious. How soon would you like to move out of that trashy apartment that you live in?” “Wait, how do you know what my apartment looks like?” I asked curiously. “Well, I’m standing outside of it right now,” he replied. “I can be ready to go in ten minutes. I just have to grab what little I actually own.” “All right, see you out here in ten minutes,” he said before ending the call.
I scurried around in a frenzy stuffing my clothes and laptop into a duffle bag. My cameras and sound equipment were all ready sitting by the door because I was supposed to be filming a documentary with Shane after dinner. “Fuck,” I thought when I remembered about that. “Shane is really going to kill me now.”
When I got outside Clay threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly. After we got done being lovey-dovey he helped me get my bags into his car. It was a really nice car, too! A 1998 Mitsubishi Eclipse, and it was blue! This was the car I had always wanted but could never afford thanks to being up to my eyeballs in student loan debt.
“Clay, I love this car! I’ve always wanted one!” Thinking about that one I almost thought I sounded like a little kid on his 16th birthday or on Christmas morning. He smiled at me and tossed the keys to me. “Do you want to take it for a spin?” he asked with a wicked grin on his face and a glint in his eye. Without a second thought I ran over to the driver’s side and jumped right in. This was just way too cool and way too surreal. “How did he know?” I questioned.
“I have to know,” I asked, “how on earth did you know this was the car I’ve always wanted? It’s just too much on a coincidence.” I looked over at him, puzzled. “A little bird told me,” he replied. “Jayne.” I muttered under my breath. We both grinned as I pushed to see how fast this car could really go. It handled like a dream and almost gave me a woody. After driving around Chicago for a while we went for some food at my favorite place to eat, Noodles ‘N Co. Clay had a hard time trying to decide what to order and looked over the menu like a confused little puppy so I ordered for him and promised him that he would love it.
“Trust me,” I said, “You’ll love it. I used to get it all the time before I found out I can’t eat wheat.” As we ate we talked about the documentary that Shane and I had been working out. Smiling and laughing the whole time.