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Ezio shook his head frantically. "N-no, don't say that. I can't accept your feelings no matter what you say. I lov-"

Ugo's hand was over his mouth before he had the chance to finish. "Don't say it. If I have to, I'll make you see that I'm better."

The brunet shook his head, pulling back and averting his gaze. "Fine...do what you want, but don't tell anyone about Altair and me."

His only true football friend nodded his head in agreement. "I'll keep it secret, but it won't matter anyway. You'll be my boyfriend before long. Not that kid." Ugo moved passed him and opened the door, walking down it and letting the door shut quietly behind him with a grin on his face. Determined.

Why is it that everyone in this school is insane?! Ezio grabbed his head and yelled out. The girls are crazy, the guys are crazy! I can't get rid of the girls and now I've got Ugo to worry about? It's like God's laughing at me!

His mouth was wide open, just staring in disbelief.

Robotically, Ezio made his way down to the hallway and to the class, but when he opened the door, he was greeted by his teacher's glare.

"And where were you, Ezio?"

"Uh...up...up...on the..." He mumbled the rest and ended up shaking his head as he walked to his desk and plopped down.

Ugo was sitting next to him with a triumphant grin.
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"And so then the Vietnamese were being given back the war by Vietnaminization," The teacher tapped the white board, "that's it for notes today, we'll continue them tomorrow. Have a nice rest of the day."

With that most of the students rushed to get out of the room that was now deemed 'Hell' since they've been needing to write notes and couldn't slack off like those other days. Altair had by now finished the lunch Ezio made for him and covered his mouth, cheeks puffing out then caving back in before he took his hand away.

Delicious. He has no idea how good his food is, does he? crossed his mind before letting out a soft breath and putting the container, along with his notebook and other things, back into his bag. Leaning back in his seat, he stared ahead at the History notes with a bored look. He already knew all this, this was a required grade and all that other stuff.

But still, they recap on this stuff too much. Like the whole 'Holocaust' thing. Too much.

Closing his eyes, the teen pushed himself to stand.

Ezio struggled to get from one class to the other. The shock of being confessed to by another guy was enough to send him into a spin. After all, the only time he'd ever considered having a relationship with another guy was with Altair.

What am I going to do? Should I...tell Altair? No...it's not like I'm thinking of cheating. I don't even like Ugo that way. Bringing Altair into it would just make matters worse. He was still sitting in his seat, staring blankly out of the window and at the football field. His eyes glazed over as he remembered all the times Ugo had his back in the game and even off the field, which he had never really thought about until now.

Still, it was a lot to take in. He figured that they were just like brothers or close friends, not that he'd ever had someone close like that before Altair.

"Damn..." Ezio pushed his chair back and stood, looking around and seeing the other kids flooding out of the room. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder and began to head out, tapping Altair's desk with a soft smile to tell him he'd meet him in the place where he parked his car.

It wasn't like he was thinking about cheating on Altair. He loved him, but being confessed to by someone like Ugo was just mentally taxing.

Would Ugo really keep their secret and would he keep coming after Ezio like he swore he would? Fuck.

After watching the other teen leave the room in what appeared to be an odd, running on excess fuel, manner. The kind were someone is completely out of it and not able to think straight or walk correctly. Either that or the Arabian was just seeing things.

Letting out a soft sigh, Altair pushed to stand and headed out the door, stopping at his locker to drop and grab a few things before heading outside to where Ezio was. Fumbling in the bag a bit to get out the box and stared at it, pondering if he should give it back now or later when they left the hospital, either that or when the Italian has to go.

Looking up from it, he reached his destination and paused. "Look, if you don't want to go I can just walk."

Somehow, Ezio had made his way down to his car and ended up just staring at it with his keys in hand until he felt Altair's presence behind him. Even then he didn't turn until Altair spoke to him and he flashed a small smile. "No, I'm fine."

And the smaller male was calling 'bullshit' in his head, crossing his arms as best he could while staring at the Italian, though a blank expression upon his features.

He put the keys into the door and turned, hearing the mechanical locks shift. Altair seemed less than sure about Ezio's answer, so he added: "Really. I'm alright. I just need to get some sleep when I get home."

That he couldn't call Ezio out on seeing as the guy was a football player, had to maintain his muscle mass or whatever they called it and also did other things that can take a toll on someone's physical being. "Fine, make sure that you do." he spoke, obviously surrendering on this little debate.

Ezio opened his door and grinned, taking a seat and doing his best to put the whole scene out of his head. Ugo didn't matter right now. Altair did. He was the one that the brunet loved and cared for more than anything.

"Which hospital is he at?"

Getting into the car, the outcast glanced over to the jock and set the container down in the back. "St. Luke's."

"Oh, I remember that hospital." Ezio buckled himself in and then looked back, switching into reverse to get out of his parking spot. "I see that you ate the lunch I made you." He smiled. "What'd you think?"

A soft tinge of pink got onto the Ibn La-Ahad's face once the other mentioned knowing that he ate the food. Turning his head to peer out the window, he lazily crossed his arms. "It was good."

The car pulled out and then he shifted into drive, getting out and then hurtling down the road.

"Good." He was absentmindedly thinking of new foods to have Altair try, any dishes that didn't contain Altair's least favorite food.

Leaning back in the seat, Altair kept staring out the window with half-lidded eyes, pondering on things for a while before turning his head to look over at the other. "So...I take it I really pissed you off about not being on the roof, huh?" His shoulders slumped, shifting a hand to move the strap to the seatbelt to the side a bit.

His eyes shifted to his boyfriend before letting out a soft sigh. "I wouldn't say that I was pissed." He bit his lip, thinking about what he was going to say first. "I was more...lonely. I figured that after about three days you might have come back to talk to me about it or something. I wanted you to have your space, but I didn't want to be alone up there anymore."

Golden spheres lifted to look out of the window once more, silent for a moment then looking back at Ezio. "I appreciate that you gave me some time but...I guess I'm more of a coward than anything." Raising his left hand, he rubbed the back of his neck, causing his hood to shift back a bit in the process.

Stretching out his arm, he grabbed Altair's shoulder and shook his head. He had to keep his eyes on the road, but he glanced back to him every now and then. "You're no coward, Altair. I don't blame you for what happened. Things just happened and you wanted to be with your friends. You've known them longer. I can understand that."

Looking over to the hand on his shoulder, the brunet let his shoulders fall lax and relaxed while crossing his legs and zeroing his sights on his Vans, swaying one foot from side to side while shrugging. "Whatever you say. ...how's your sister doing on rehearsal?" Lifting his head, he rested it on the headrest then lolled it to the side to peer at the other from under his hood.

The shorter male rose his left hand though and placed it on the one atop his shoulder.

Ezio smiled shrugging his shoulders, but not letting his hand fall from Altair's shoulder. "From what I can tell, she's doing quite well. When I come home from work she's always working on her lines. She's enjoying it in any case." He made a slow turn, enjoying their conversation and time together.

An amused look crossed the outcast's features at hearing that Claudia was working hard at practicing her parts and enjoying it as well. Unlike most people he's run into that quit because it 'got too boring.' "I'm sure she'll do great then."

"Have you ever thought about going into the theatre department? Lord knows I've been asked so many times by sis."

"Not really." His hand atop the other's own tightened slightly before peering out the window once more. Watching as shops went on by. Walmart, Wendy's, Arby's... "I was asked to once when I was a freshman but..." Altair fell silent and uncrossed his legs with a perplexed look. "Let's just say that theatre isn't my thing." Taking his hand off of Ezio's own, Altair let it move to remove his hood. No one else was around to see it, or his eyes, so there wasn't really a huge deal to be made of it. Though he was doing this more so for his grandfather since it would be disrespectful not to show his face to the elder. "You'd probably be better at it than me."

"I dunno." Ezio let his hand fall gently down and onto the arm rest as Altair moved around to get the hood down. "If I was into the drama business, I wouldn't be able to get away from it." He chuckled at his little joke, using both his hands on the wheel and turning it slowly.

The one beside the Italian gave him a look, one of confusion along with questioning what he had meant by such though let it go and slumped back into the seat with a soft exhale of air. "That's saying a lot without actually saying it." he pointed out before shifting to get something out of his bag. Pausing before pulling out his sketch book entirely then slid it back inside. "You would rather stick with football then?"

Ezio smiled in a matter-of-fact way, taking a stop at the red light and leaning back in his seat. "'course I would. I wouldn't give it up for silly drama." It was true, ever since he'd been little he'd wanted to play professional football, but with the way that money was for his family, there wasn't any way that he could get into the right school, even if he was picked by a scout. Unless it was a full-ride, he couldn't do it.

With a soft sigh Altair took his hand off his sketchbook and twisted his upper-half to face the other with a raised brow. "It's funny how you say that since your life is a little dramatic." Raising his hand, he waved it in front of his face in a manner as if waving away a terrible smell then chuckled lightly. "I'm kidding." Lowering said limb, the shorter male offered a soft smile.

He pretended to be hurt, placing his hand over his heart for a moment before chuckling with Altair. "Dramatic, but not stopping me from playin', eh? I know I said this before...but thanks for coming. It really meant a lot that you'd put up with everything for me. Oh, I didn't get to ask. What'd you think of the game?"

His foot pushed on the pedal as the light flashed green.

Altair's eyes averted from the chocolate spheres the other possessed to look over towards the buildings behind the other. As if trying to distract himself from something. Contemplating his answer before turning his attention back to Ezio. "...heart stopping." Soon a faint flush colored his cheeks and looked away once more, fiddling with the ends of his jacket. "I never thought a football game could be so...amazing. I actually believed that it was for people who wanted to yell their frustrations out but I was wrong."

"I'm glad..." The jock was silent for a minute, biting his bottom lip. "I wanted you to come to love it, or at least understand what it meant to me." Ezio turned his head to look at Altair out of the corner of his eyes. "It's a huge part of me and I wanted the person I care about to like it."

Letting his eyes slide halfway shut, the Arabian nodded. "Yeah, I get it. And lucky you, you didn't need to sit around in the bleachers whole time." Lifting his left hand, he rubbed his forehead and cocked his head back with his lips parted in a frustrated groan. "Though I should be glad they didn't bother to try and drag me into their stupid cheer fest like everyone else."

Altair took his hand off his face and dropped it.

"How do you handle it?" Now completely lowering his hand and looking mentally exhausted and a defeated aura surrounding him. "Though I'm sure getting slammed into the ground isn't as much fun either."

He shrugged. "I dunno, I guess I've learned to block it out." The brunet simply laughed, shaking his head. "They still hit on me. As if they don't know I'm not interested. I just block it out now."

The shorter one closes his eyes halfway, shoving his hands into his coat's pockets. "I'd go nuts and probably stay away from the damn place..."

They were getting close to the hospital by now. It wasn't much farther.

"But..." Altair turned his face away so the other couldn't clearly see the blush on his face. "...then we probably wouldn't have met."

The brunet reached over, cupping Altair's chin and pulling him to look at him. "But we did." He kissed him, slowing down into a parking spot. It was like he didn't need to see the road to fit perfectly in the lines. "I love you..."

Being kissed had the outcast blink from shock though felt his face turn a deep, dark, red at Ezio saying those three words again. "I-I..." Reaching a hand up, he grabbed hold of the wrist to the one holding his chin and gently pulled it off before moving his other to open the car door. "...I know..."

Releasing his hold on the Auditore's wrist, Altair grabbed his bag and got out of the vehicle, face still painted crimson.

Ezio just grinned, watching him leave, closing the door before turning off the car and jumping out quickly to walk with Altair up the hospital. "You're so cute when you blush." He put his hands up and put them behind his head, looking up at the sky. "Careful, they might think that you're sick in the hospital."

Said 'cute' outcast turned to look at the other and shot him a look at being called such. Though with how laid back the other seemed now after the ride had him hold his sharp comment down on a tight leash. To go from seemingly stunned and completely taken off guard to having a real smile was...quite the feat and it was nice.

"...whatever." Turning his attention away, Altair gripped the sleeve to his jacket, held onto it and rubbed it against his cheek like a child's mother would if there was dirt on it. "If I'm sick then you're the cause of it."

He shrugged, quietly poking Altair's cheek in a playful way. "I don't mind being the cause of you being all red faced and cute." There was a small laugh before they reached the hospital doors. Ezio, being somewhat of a charmer and gentleman, opened the door for his boyfriend, sweeping his hand out and then in, signalling that Altair should go through. Even though he really wanted to say "ladies first" he felt that it might before more insulting than clever.