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by Mephisto on Tue Feb 25, 2014 6:46 am
The sand on the gulf coast was warmed by the sun, even though the umbrella had been up for nearly an hour. The water had been so comfortable. Kael sat and watched after his dip in the waves with her. Now he just sat back and watched with the most genuine, soft smile on his face, as he watched her frolic about in the waves and sand with her little sister. It was that moment as he watched and thought about how much he really cared about this woman he'd been with for the past four years, that he decided he'd go get the ring.
The knock came, and Derek removed the chair and unlocked the door. Art and Landon had returned. Kael stirred only slightly from his slumber, hardly moving. He peered out through the slits of his tired eyes and instantly remembered what was going on. Landon's big, flushed form stood out dark pink, contrasting with his white shirt. Even through his blurred, skewed vision, he could tell the man had just had a long hot shower. It sounded so nice. But only after he'd finished sleeping. He checked for the ring through his pants. It was still where he'd left it in his pocket. Good, Kael thought. Now to go back to coma town and see her face in paradise again{/i].
[i]Today was the day! Kael had been saving for several months now, and not buying anything for himself, save necessities. It took him a little longer than he planned because he still spent some money on her. He wasn't going to not go on dates with the one he loved. But mainly, he didn't want her to find out. At least, not until now. He was on his way to their place after work, like usual. He had told her he was working some overtime, which was normal. (Obviously to get the ring fast.) Today, however, he had just wanted to have time to get off work, get the ring, get prepared, and then go home to her.
He was now on his way home, ring in box, opened and gleaming on the passenger seat. He kept looking at it, fondly, at stop signs or red lights. He wasn't even anxious, like everyone was supposed to get. He couldn't wait to give it to her. That was his only problem was all the waiting.
Up ahead, sirens wailed by as police cruisers blazed through a red light.
"Jeezus, I'm I wasn't there yet! That woulda been one hell of a t-bone..." Kael approached the intersection cautiously. It was newly dark, and he was now overly cautious due to what he'd just seen. He didn't want to get hurt, or killed, on his way home. Especially not tonight. Not now that he was so close to home, and finally with the ring. He decided to turn down the symphonic metal power ballad he had playing louder than most people listened to music. He checked all directions to make sure no one was going to slam into him if he crossed, even though it was clearly a green for him. That hadn't stopped the last cars, and they were law officers.
Now that the music was down and his caution peaked, he noticed their sirens in several other directions, too. This was definitely weird. Some thing big, or several different things were happening tonight. Kael pressed onward, wanting to be safely home. As he pulled up and parked, eh grinned. His belt had been removed a block prior. He gabbed the box off the seat and shoved it in his pocket. He then jogged inside, not wanting to wait any father. He was so distracted by all the happy singing in his head, he didn't notice how awkwardly quiet the place was.
The place was really dark. That was not normal. Kael's racing thoughts froze, as did he. No sounds, no sights. Just quiet, still, darkness. He went for the door, which wasn't there, and nearly fell forwards when attempting his usual single motion of opening and entering. It was already opened. Kael got an immense chill that spread in a wave over his whole being. The porch light wasn't on, the door open, and Kael was legitimately scared. No lights were on inside. No one had been home since before the sun was up. He frantically began turning lights on, and calling out her name. The place seemed normal, though there was a slight disarray in some places, which caused his worry to increase. He went back to the door, closed it, and locked it. He then pulled out his cell phone and the ring, and sat on the couch.
"Don't panic," he said softly to himself as he called her number. "You dont' know that she was home when this happened..." He heard the phone ring several times, anxiously waiting her answer. Kael resumed gazing at the ring as he waited. He then heard her sweetly telling him to leave a message. He hung up before it could beep. He slot the phone back under the box in his pocket. "Where the fuck are you?" He said quietly, desperation leaking out some in his tone. He stood up and called again, walking further into the small apartment, toward their room. As he did so he started hearing a muffled, but familiar sound. He quickened his pace as he got to the room. The door was halfway open. He slowly pushed it open and found the source of the sound.
There was a faint, covered light coming from the floor. The light was the source of the muffled sound. It was her favorite song. Even though he hated country, this song he could tolerate. It made him think of her, and her him. Besides, the lyrics were so damn perfectly fitting for them. Hell, he'd caught himself singing it sometimes. But none of that mattered now. He now wanted to know why the fuck her phone was still in pants on the floor.
He stepped forward, and slipped. The hardwood was wet, and his knee was now damp with a thick flood of some kind. He had caught himself on the bed ahead of him by punching his ring box-clenched fist into the mattress before him. He then groped through the gloom, cursing aloud, as he searched for the bedside table where the lamp was. He clicked it on as soon as he found the switch.
Kael's eyes eyes were instantly filled with red. He was now on one knee, just like he'd planned to about now. With wide eyes he looked toward the jeans that the phone had been in. They were still on legs. Event through the gore, he knew those legs. The rest of her was pretty hard to recognize, though there was no mistaking it. He was now kneeling before her, ring in hand, without ever knowing what she'd reply.
Kael awoke with a jolt. Derek was waking him up. He must have been really out of it and slept soundly for a long time. Why else would one of them be waking him up? It was Derek and Kael's turn to shower, and Derek must have waited as long as he could. But now it was time to get their shit together and figure out what they all wanted to do. But first things first. The two of them hadn't had their hot water time, and Kael was not going to pass up this opportunity. That is definitely not what I meant when I said I wanted to see her face again, Kael thought to himself.
It was smart of them to go in twos. Poor Derek must have had to wait until today to shower since Kael had passed the fuck out last night. "I'm sorry," Kael muttered sleepily after they closed the door behind them and made for the showers. Kael looked over to the puzzled medic. "For making you wait to shower until now. I was out before I even realized it last night." After Derek replied, Kael continued. "So, they told you where to go, right? I just woke up and followed you like a zombie... jeezus did I just really say that? Oh man..." It was definitely kind of funny, but fucked up at the same time. Still Kael couldn't help but crack a slight smile. Kael continued to walk and talk a little with the man. He felt the most comfortable with Derek, so far. Hopefully he wasn't just biding his time and waiting to fuck all three of them before bailing. Only time would tell.
They got to locker room, and Kael's sleepy spirit lifted a little. He cranked the hot water all the way over, and began to strip while meandering around the lockers. He actually managed to find some shampoo, conditioner, and body soap. "SCORE!" He called out.
"What you find?!" Kael heard the echoey reply of Derek. He put his clothes down in the locker he had looted and returned to the scalding font of amazingness.
"Check this out," Kael said as he tossed the body wash over to the man who clearly loved the hot water raining down upon him. Kael stepped into his shower and turned the temp down only slightly. "Just pass it to me when you're done, and I'll trade ya." Kael held up the shampoo and conditioner in each hand.
There was only one way to describe the shower. Fucking fantastic. Had they always felt this amazing? Kael couldn't recall once time that a shower felt this amazing. Not even after a hard day of physical work in the sun, like pulling fuck tons of weeds at his parents' house in Arizona. He even welcomed the unnecessarily strongly scented soap that some dickhole jock had decided to buy. It was that AXE shit everyone thought was cool. Asshole back in high school used to use any AXE product they could, and in great excess. Probably because they thought it would help them get women. If anything, it would keep them away.
Kael was long since clean and lost in thought, and the water was starting to not feel so cozy. He glumly turned it off and located a towel somewhere in the back of the lockers. It appeared clean, and in these circumstances, that was fine with him. He got most of the moisture off and returned to his clothes.
"Oh, fuck" Kael said about half way back to their makeshift camp in the teacher's lounge. Kael turned to look at Derek. "They're gonna give us so much shit about this smell when we get back..."
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