An Experience to Remember
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Paul London groaned. Why had he listened to Randy? This party sucked! If he was bored, he knew Brian was. What a great first date! Nothing like boring your date...
He glanced at Brian, his lips pressed into a thin line of disappointment. Brian's head was bobbing to the music, but his eyes didn't hold the laughter they usually did. He looked even more bored than Paul, which seemed nearly impossible.
"We've got to get out of here!" Paul exclaimed, taking Brian by the hand. The mild spark of electricity surprised him but he didn't pull away. "Where do you want to go?"
"Uhh... Where can we go?" Brian asked, mildly shocked by Paul's sudden outburst. He looked around the party and cocked his head to the left, "You don't like the party?"
"I'm just bored... Aren't you?" Paul asked cautiously.
"Yes, Yes, I am, but I didn't want to admit it. Let's go get a drink or something to eat," Brian muttered, allowing Paul to pull him out of the party.
"So how does Red Lobster sound?" Paul asked once they were outside of the building that practically shook with techno music. Brian just smiled at his friend.
"That sounds good," He replied. They walked down the street full of flashing lights and signs; Paul accidentally bumping into Brian when someone ran passed them and knocked into Paul.
Glancing down, Paul realized Brian was pinned beneath him. Realizing their precarious position, he struggled to his feet. He just hoped Brian couldn't sense his embarrassment.
"Sorry," he murmured, turning bright red.
"It's no problem," Brian grinned. Paul blushed a deeper red, if possible, and bit down on his lip. Brian grabbed Paul's hand and gave it a squeeze.
"Seriously, it's fine," He reassured Paul. Paul just nodded and they started to walk again.
Beneath the streetlights, Brian seemed even more attractive, Paul noticed. It seemed awkward. Then, he began to speak.
"It seems weird without Dallas, doesn't it?"
Brian shrugged, "Yeah, it kinda does. But I left him with Mickie so we could go out without me worrying about him." Paul snickered at this.
"You think he's safe with Mickie? She's crazy!"
Brian grasped Paul's hand. Pulling him up the street, they didn't stop, until they had reached an apartment building. "Let's rescue my baby!"
"Let's hope we can. Who knows what she's done to him!" Paul raced up the stairs beside Brian. Mickie was known for watching pets, and they'd come to the door in clothes and their haircut. Paul hoped she hadn't done anything to Dallas.
"Right here," Brian breathed, banging on the door.
Mickie opened it, holding Dallas. Paul's eyes widened. The little dog's fur was pink! How was the dog's fur pink?
"Well, I wasn't expecting you back for a while. Do you like it?" she asked, handing Brian Dallas. "Um, I'm gay, but that doesn't mean I want a pink dog,"
"So you don't like it?" Mickie's face fell at this accusation. Brian's mouth opened then closed before he turned to Paul for help. Paul blinked a few times, trying to recover the words that had slipped away once he saw Dallas.
"Umm... Thanks for watching him, Micks," Paul nodded towards Mickie and pulled Brian down the hallway.
"He's pink..." Brian muttered all the way down the stairs.
"We can get used to pink, can't we?" Paul asked, uncertainly. Brian grimaced, looking at his Purebred Japanese Chin. A pink and black dog... "He's pink! My baby is pink!"
Paul watched as Brian hugged Dallas close. He rested a hand on Brian's shoulder, not knowing what to say.
"Err... Maybe it's temporary?" Brian looked up at Paul with hopeful eyes.
"Do you think so?"
Paul sniffed the dog. That scent seemed strangely familiar. Then, it hit him. "It's temporary. It's Kool Aid!"
Brian gasped and sniffed him as well, "It is! Yay! He won't be pink forever!" He dropped Dallas to the ground gently and hugged Paul happily. Dallas tangled them together with his leash, barking madly.
Paul stumbled, grasping Brian. Once again, they tumbled to the ground, except this time, Paul was pinned beneath Brian. "I can't help but think someone's trying to tell us something."
"Hmm... Maybe," Brian said with a smile. He leaned down despite the strange looks they were receiving and kissed Paul gently. Paul hesitated but soon one of his arms wrapped around Brian's neck. Dallas barked next to them, his tail wagging furiously.
"Well, picture the two of you, falling in front of my apartment!" Randy exclaimed. Paul turned his head. He could smell the alcohol seeping out of Randy's pores. "The motel down the street has some good rooms," Then, he moved into the building.
"Motel?" Brian asked mischievously. Paul's mouth dropped open but he just nodded. Brian got up and helped Paul up. Dallas whimpered, causing Brian to pick him up.
"What are we going to do with Dallas?" Paul whispered.
"Relax, Baby," Brian murmured, slipping the small dog under his baggy shirt. "I knew I wore this for a reason!" Paul chuckled.
"So... are we really going to a motel?" Paul asked nervously. Brian pressed his lips against Paul's.
"Only if you want to," He winked.
"Why not?" Paul murmured. Something could happen, nothing could happen. Besides, he was somewhat drunk, and didn't feel like heading home. Returning Brian's kiss, he nodded.
Walking off to the motel, Paul couldn't believe what was happening. How had he gone from the lonely guy to the luckiest guy on earth?
He knew nothing was guaranteed, but when it came down to it, this was just something to remember.
THE END