A/N: Thank you everyone, especially SerialXLain, for your reviews! this is the third and final part to my short story. Do not worry, there will be a sequal, as well as another short story I am beginning entitled: Save Me Please, about Cole, another gay boy, who experiences pain and hurt everyday from the other teenagers at school. But a misterious boy comes into his life and saves him...what will become of this strange relationship?

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Part III

Somewhere…

Rain water collected in puddles on the streets in front of the white house. The sharp, cold droplets pelted the windows, and the dark clouds shaded and blanketed the neighborhood in an eerie darkness.

Ian huddled even more inside of his blankets; his bed was his only refuge for three days. He had wished school would come around once again, and give him other things to think about other than Vince and his arrows of words he had spit at him days earlier.

No phone calls, no doorbell ring, no rocks on the window. Ian had been in seclusion, hoping to hear the voice he longed for every waking moment, only to find empty silence and no Vince to be found.

This caused it all to amount to nothing but a growing pain and destruction of his only heart.

Somewhere I will find him…somewhere…

The shower’s hot water cascaded over Ian’s thin body. They water traced his every soft curve and collected in his black hair. He breathed the hot mists in deep, letting the warmth fill his lungs…the only warmth he had felt in three days.

He leaned against the back of the white tiled shower wall, filling his head with every possible thought of Vince he could, good or bad. If he couldn’t have Vince in person to see, to love…he would still be there within his imagination.

As he leaned there, taking in his only salvation, the phone rang. The jingle and vibrations caught Ian off guard, and he rushed out of the shower, naked and wet, leaving it running.

The screen flashed iridescently the name: Vince.

Trembling set in his hands, and, wrapping himself in a white towel, he answered, pausing and hesitating before speaking.

“….H-hello?”

“Hey…can you meet me at the park in five?” The voice Ian had wanted to hear…

“Uh, sure…okay…”

Vince hung up.

Ian threw on clothes, tripping and fumbling and finding his way through the mess he had made in his three days of complete solitude. His mother had come in many times, offering hope, but Ian only pushed her away. Maybe now that Vince had called him, there was hope…

Somewhere in my head I knew I would be okay…

The park was desolate and empty. The trees stood bare like long, bony fingers stretching out to the dead earth underneath them. The cold bit at Ian’s face, and the park bench he sat on was even chillier as the wind picked up.

A hand lay warmly on his shoulder.

“Hey, dude…” Vince whispered, avoiding eye contact. Ian longed inside to see the sparkling grey that was his favorite feature of Vince’s.

“Hey, Vince, listen-,” He was suddenly cut off, and a strange sensation wrapped him. Vince was holding him…

“It’s okay, it’s totally okay! I, I was wrong. I didn’t listen, I didn’t see it…I…I…,” The words twisted in Vince’s mouth, and Ian could only watch his full lips stumble on words.

“What is it?” Ian asked, looking deep into Vince’s eyes. It had been three days…three whole, agonizing, long days…

Wetness and warmth touched Ian lips in a sudden rush. A warm, thin hand was now on his face, caressing his soft skin. A tongue slipped in between his lips, and Ian realized what was taking place.

Vince was kissing him.

Ian reveled and burst in the moment, wrapping his bony arms around Vince neck, and Vince, breathing heavily, laid him down upon the wooden park bench.

This was something time couldn’t erase.

It was broken…but now it’s mended.

Love wasn’t something I could control,

But now I know…

This is what was meant to be.

And I love it…