II. Week Three: Secrets

  Vile gripped Gwyne’s hand. He wasn’t sure if they should be alone again after finding that she was in a relationship with Flint. Flint had been Vile’s best friend for as long as Vile could remember and now there was Gwyne. Vile and Flint would always talk about how pretty she was from a distance until she decided to join their crazy lives and become friends with them after having a couple of classes with the two. The two never made a promise that enforced either of them to stay away from her. Now that Vile was thinking of it, he couldn’t imagine Flint and Gwyne by themselves or him and Gywne as well. Every time Flint planned something or Vile planned something, as friends, they would never forget to invite each other and Gwyne. She was theirs.

  Turning to look into Gwyne’s eyes, Vile motioned her to get closer. Putting his lips to her ear he whispered. “Is this what you want?”

  Pulling away, Gwyne looked into Vile’s blue eyes. Sometimes they reflected a sea green, other times they were an oceanic blue and on certain days, they were a blue hazel and she simply loved them. She didn’t know what set his eyes to the settings they were but she never bother to ask. Leaning into him, she smiled.

  “How do you change your eye color?” She whispered, not far from his lips.

  It never occurred to Vile that anyone else would notice. Xeq spoke of it and he’d sometimes watch his own eyes change colors but he didn’t think anyone else cared. His change in clothes had no effect. He never looked at himself when he changed dragon form. He honestly didn’t know.

  Caressing her face with his hand, Vile made them meet eyes. “Is it?” He asked again. He didn’t like pushing but he didn’t want to defy his best friend even though she was also his best friend.

  Gwyne’s eyes twinkled. “Is it what you want?”

  Vile smirked. She was what he wanted. But she wasn’t his. Well, depending on who claimed her first wasn’t something Vile wanted to ask but Gwyne was toying with him and he hated the confusion. He wanted her, they never promised. Flint wanted her too. But they didn’t promise.

  “I asked you first.” Vile said playfully pulling her closer to him.

  Not meeting his eyes this time, Gwyne looked out among the starts. They were on the roof of Vile’s house. “Do you believe in the zodiac?” Gwyne said, placing a kiss on Vile’s neck.

  She was avoiding his questions which confirmed Vile’s fear, she wanted them both. The thought didn’t anger Vile. It did disappoint him though, she was never only his but the same was for Flint. She would never be only his either. Vile had to talk to Flint about this ASAP. He wanted to fly off and barge through the door like he did on some nights when he was in panic. Of course, he had to replace many doors. It got to the point where he was given a key.

  The location of the key entered Vile’s mind. He could go. But what good would that do? Wake up his best friend, tell him that he’s sleeping with her girlfriend and then what? Vile always had this inner rage for Flint and Flint admitted the feeling was mutural too but they never said why. They blamed it on Gwyne and their liking for her but there was another reason and they both knew it. Vile didn’t want to set off that inner rage any more than he wanted to loss his best friend, either of them.

  “I…” Vile said suddenly realizing that she was staring into his eyes and she was hovering over him.

  Vile glanced at her position. She wanted to be with them both. But both would only tear the three apart and that, he didn’t wish. Pulling her down and setting her on her side, he forced Gywne’s back to his chest and looked up at the starts.

  “Honestly, I think everything has its origins.” He said as he thought of his friend Taco, the Cancer constellation.

  “I’m not sure about this future telling stuff.” He smirked brushing his lips against her ear. “But I do know that there is truth with the zodiac.”

  Gwyne smiled. She was disappointed by his reaction. She wanted him. Badly. But mentioned Flint in her daze had been a bad move on her part. Now, Vile felt bad about the whole mix up. She did love them both. They were everything she ever wanted. What she loved most about the two is the hidden secret that laid behind their eyes. Both of them never spoke of it but she knew it was there. The love for her was obvious, how the two hadn’t fought over her from the beginning was her surprise but then the two came out about their feelings, separately.

  One night, Gwyne stayed at Vile’s because her drunk father decided to lash out at her. She wanted to call Flint and Vile but she knew alarming them both would only cause them trouble so she headed to Vile’s house knowing that he would still be awake. Flint worked most nights back then so she’d run to him in the day time, when Vile usually had something to do. The thought of separating the two made her feel guilty. Why wasn’t the world fair? Why couldn’t she have them both?

  Turning away from the stars, Gwyne faced Vile’s chest. Flint and Vile both had their share of muscle. Looking up at him, Vile’s eyes met hers.

  “Do you want to go inside now?” He whispered lightly.

  Gwyne shook her head. “Can we sleep here?” She asked pulling herself up set her forehead on his.

  “My brother would be upset if you caught a colt.” Vile joked.

  Gwyne smiled.

  Meeting her lips, Vile held her in his arms. He couldn’t do this to Flint. They’d have to talk first. And no matter how awkward it was going to be, he’d have to do it. Besides, Vile gently kissed Gwyne again. It’s not as if Vile knew that they were dating. Flint never said anything either.