Post #200

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Fic:

There's a Light On In Chicago (Patrick/Pete)

In honor of this being the 200th post, the theme this week will be: milestones

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Wherever We Are Now 1/3

[anonymous]

I think college was an added milestone?
Sorry if didn't satisfy, but I wanted to make it short, sweet, and to the point, even though it got away from me there.
I just hope this makes OP happy ;_____;

“I should be getting my acceptance letter any day now.” William says with a squeeze to Gabe's hand. Their footsteps fall into rhythm as they turn the corner. “I'll be glad when all this is over.” William realizes that this is the last time they'll be doing this, ever. Hand in hand, fooling around, talking as they cut through the forest every morning to school.

“You're telling me?” he can hear the honest relief in Gabe's voice and he's glad.

“Still got your heart set for Princeton, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Gabe swings William's hand and grins hopefully. “While I'm here hoping that I can get into a local college. Not everybody's 'Ivy League' material, you know.”

William frowns, dragging his feet through the grass. “You could be. If you applied yourself.”

“You sound like every guidance counsellor I've ever been sent to.” Gabe pouts and turns his gaze on his boyfriend, and William just shrugs. “Well, they'd be lucky to have you. I mean, you're unbelievingly smart,” he stops to gently presses his lips to William's for a chaste kiss, “you're kind,” kiss, “and not to mention sexy as hell.”

“Well, it's nice to know it hasn't worn off.” William blushes as they finally reach the practice fields at the back of their school. Some kids are goofing off, kicking a ball around in the field and wave Gabe over. Gabe drops William’s hand quickly and even though he knows why, William can't stop his face from falling.

“Christ, you look like I've killed a puppy,” Gabe sighs exasperatedly and William crosses his arms across his chest. “Not at school, Bilvy, we've been through this.”

“I just though since we have literally a few days left... I just thought none of that mattered any more.”

“Yeah, a week. One more week and then we can hold hands and gross people out in public as much as you'd like.” Gabe punches William playfully in the arm. “You know, PDA and all that.”

William's eyes narrow. “Gabe. That's not the point. Do you seriously care that much about what people think of you? That's just a little juvenile, don't you think?”

Gabe's jaw locks. “Says the one who still hasn't come out to his mother. Is it because you're scared of what she'll think of you? Or what she'll think of me?”

“Gabe, that's not- that's not it.”

Gabe pulls his gym bag higher on his shoulder and starts to walk ahead of him, “Fuck it Bill. You're right. A week and none of it will matter.”