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Now it was Ezio's turn to knock on the door, feeling himself get nervous. He'd met Altair's grandfather before, but this felt different somehow.

The door opened a few moments after the young man finished knocking, shuffling sounds occurring behind the door, revealing the old man that Ezio seemed to be dreading running into at this point. His one good eye stared at the teen, peered over to the car then back before offering a nod. Stepping aside, Al Mualim moved to let his grandson's friend through.

"He'll be down in a minute or so." Trudging over to a chair, he sat down and motioned that Ezio do so as well. "Are you carpooling? Coming to get Altair and then your dates?"

Ezio bit his lip as he walked inside and closed the door behind him, walking over and taking the offered chair. "I don't think either of us are picking up any one else. It's just a carpool." He flashed a smile, trying his hardest not to lie. If he was caught, at least he could say that much.

He took a moment to regard the other male, leaning back comfortably in his seat. "I see..."

"How're you doing today, Mr. Mualim?"

"I'm well, how are you?"

"I'm doing well, thank you."

After a few moments of silence Al Mualim rubbed his chin, glancing over to the stairs leading up to Altair's room. There was a soft smile that graced his lips a moment later, which caused his beard and mustache to shift at the movement.

Turning back to peer at the Italain, the man motioned to where he'd been looking. "The poor boy has been fussing since he got home, even going so far as to ask what to wear. I suppose he really likes the girl he's taking to the dance." Bringing his hand back the, oblivious, man ran his fingers through his beard. "It's been a long time since I've seen him this shy...giddy, whichever word you prefer."

This small piece of information shouldn't have made him smile as much as he did, but it was extremely pleasing. "Is he? Maybe he does seem excited." He scratched his cheek thoughtfully, nodding his head as he agreed. "Do you...think I should go check on him or is he alright now?" Ezio raised his head toward the stairs, looking concerned.

A thoughtful look crossed the elder's features, brows knitting together in consideration before shrugging. "I suppose you could go see how he's doing. I doubt he'd mind much."

Ezio mulled over his own idea again and thought that he'd like to see how Altair was doing instead of making awkward small talk with his grandfather and maybe messing up their whole night by telling him that they were going out.

He stood, nodding his head and thanking Altair's grandfather before walking up to the steps and then climbing them. "Altair?" Ezio reached the top of the stairs and saw a bright light on in the room where Altair slept. "You okay?" Peeking in, he smiled as he saw his rushed boyfriend.

Of course the brunet wasn't okay, he was now staring at his reflection in the window, hands fiddling with the fitting white shirt by tugging at the fabric with furrowed brows. His black pants just felt so 'odd' on him. Usually it was all loose-fitting and here he was in fitted. They didn't press tightly, just enough to fit just right.

This was so uncomfortable.

Altair gnawed on his lower lip and let his hand release the shirt. "...uncomfortable...but I'll live."

He stepped further in, closing the door behind him with a quiet click and walked forward, turning Altair to face him and then wearing a bright toothy smile. "Uncomfortable, but you look amazing." Ezio leaned in, kissing his boyfriend's cheek and then putting his hands on Altair's shoulders, he pulled him into a hug.

Blinking once he was turned away from the window, the brunet let his eyes lock with Ezio's own. "I wouldn't say that." he muttered, glancing to the side.

"I heard that you were kinda freaking out up here." Ezio chuckled, running his fingers through Altair's hair.

"No," was the first thing that passed Altair's lips, then the outcast lowered his head, hands moving to grab the back of his boyfriend's shirt. "...okay...maybe a little - a lot..."

Ezio ran his fingers along Altair's arm reassuringly. "I'm sure it was cute..." He chuckled again, taking Altair's hand. "Do you need to do anything else, or do you wanna go ahead and head over?"

He twisted his hand to hold onto the one keeping his captive, shifting how he stood a bit. "No, I'm sure it wasn't." Golden eyes glanced about the room then back to Ezio. "Just two things. The second one can wait for a moment though."

Pulling his hand back, he went over to his desk and snatched his iPod off of it. Altair then motioned that they head out while slipping it into his pocket.

The Italian blinked, cocking his head to the side as Altair moved to get his iPod. "Wait, what's the other thing?" Curiosity was never something that Ezio could deal with. Good thing he wasn't a cat.

A soft sigh passed the Ibn La-Ahad's lips, motioning for Ezio to head out to the car. "I told you, it 'can wait.' Let's go before I change my mind." To indicate what he meant by such he tugged at his shirt once more. "A few minutes won't kill you, I'm sure."

Opening the door, Altair headed down the steps, pausing once he reached the door to the house. He peered into the living room to see his grandfather flipping through a book.

Ezio followed, curious, but not going to push it as he came down the stairs with the other, smiling at the elder.

"We're heading out now. I'll be back so-"

Al Mualim glanced over, raising his hand to wave it dismissively. "Take your time, child. I wouldn't want you to ruin your date and come home due to thinking I'll drop any second. Have fun, stay young for a while."

"...oh." Letting his gaze turn back to the door, the boy smiled softly. "All right."

"Yes, now go. Go."

"It was nice seeing you again, Mr. Mualim." He nodded his head as he opened the door for Altair and let him go through before following and closing the door behind them.
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As they pulled up into the parking lot closer to the end, the two of them could hear the music choice for this dance, which had been an odd mix of pop and rap.

Ezio personally disliked rap and thought that it was put everywhere and it was just "speaking" in a singing tone. However, he didn't mind suffering through it just like the rest of the student body. He smirked as he saw some of the girls showing up late just like the two of them and going in overdressed and with far too much make-up on.

"So...are you ready to go in? Or..." He looked over to Altair, wearing his usual smile.

He hadn't realized how real they had become. Most of his days of wearing a forced grin for everyone else in the school were over and he didn't have to fake happiness. With Altair, he was happy.

"Well..." Shifting in his seat, the shorter male seemed like he was trying to be consumed into the passenger's side. His eyes lowered to his hands, watching them as he rubbed the palms together. "If you want me to be brutally honest: I'm not. But we can't just sit here all night." Altair rose his gaze, staring at the school with a nervous look. "...anyway." Turning his attention to the other, he offered a slight smile. "I wouldn't ask you out if I didn't plan on going through with it."

The football star's gaze softened, blinking at the small smile his boyfriend wore.

So much could go wrong tonight and it didn't just end with the kids at the school finding out about their relationship.

"Alt...we don't have to go in if you don't want to. I mean, you did ask me and all, but we could go somewhere and eat or something..." The last thing that he wanted was for Altair to have a rotten time. Ezio was used to the kids at this school and their stupid antics.

What Leonardo had told him before he left was really bothering him. What if they really did find out about Altair and his relationship and then start treating him badly?

Altair's hand moved to pinch the sleeve to his shirt, rubbing it together between his fingers as he took into consideration what Ezio had said. "Let's just...head inside. I mean, if you don't show up...and with the gossip that went around," Letting go of his shirt, the brunet looked back over to the Auditore, "they'll know something's up and won't stop 'til they find out what."

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was right.

Ezio sighed. "Alright." He put on a smile. "How about a kiss before we go?" The elder of the two leaned in, closing his eyes as he went about half-way.

The question had Altair's face turn a soft tinge of red, casting a quick glance around then leaned in to kiss his boyfriend. Pulling back after a moment, he felt his lips tug back into a slight smirk. "That was the second thing." With that he then moved to open the door and stepped out of the car, shutting the door as he cocked his head to the side to see that the area was somewhat deserted. Besides an occasional passing car here and there.

The short comment had him blink and then chuckle.

He followed Altair's example and stepped out of the car, closing his door and locking it before taking a glance around. "They must all be inside..." Ezio beckoned for Altair to come with him so that they could enter together, heading to the end of his car.

Stepping to the end of the car, Altair motioned to the school building. "I forgot to ask...you're not into this kind of music, are you?"

"I guess not...I'm not much of a dancer and I prefer most alternative Indie to this stuff." He turned around to see Altair and then waved to have them walk toward it. "And you?"

At this point Altair had taken out his iPod, busy untangling the cords with furrowed brows when it got into a bit more tangled to a point. "...well, why do you think I brought my iPod? I knew the music selection was going to be terrible," Hoisting it up, he waved it from side to side, "which is why I have this."

Lowering the hand and finishing the untangling process, Altair began to turn the device on and scrolled through the genres.

"So...'alternative Indie'? I think I have some of that...I mean, who knows what Rebecca added." Biting his lower lip, the outcast kept on scrolling while his other hand hooked the earphones around his neck. "...knowing her...there's probably porn related songs. Don't ask."

At the sound of Altair's friend Rebecca, Ezio found himself getting jealous at the mere thought. He didn't even own a computer, let alone willing to offer putting songs onto one.

It seemed like so long ago that they had been fighting or...'arguing' in the park after the party. A lot had happened since then and not just him getting a boyfriend. He knew who he was, no longer afraid to be it. Hell, he even tapped into a talent that he wasn't sure he could perfect.

As Altair fiddled with his electronic device, Ezio's gaze softened, softly walking over to him and putting his arm over Altair's shoulders. "I know I said this before...but now that we're both saying it, I kinda wanna say it more. Y'know?" He leaned forward, pressing his nose into the shorter's hair, taking a soft smell of it. "I love you, Altair. I'm glad that we're here together."

The brunet blinked once he felt weight resting upon his shoulders, lifting his gaze and tilting his head slightly to look at Ezio. Feeling his cheeks warm up, Altair's fingers halted in their motions before smiling shyly. "I know. I love you too."

He pulled away and started to walk toward the school, glancing over his shoulder and flashing him a quick, true, pure grin. "Come on. Let's go."

Casting a quick glance to the school then back, Altair moved to follow Ezio into the school.

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Now it was Ezio's turn to knock on the door, feeling himself get nervous. He'd met Altair's grandfather before, but this felt different somehow.

The door opened a few moments after the young man finished knocking, shuffling sounds occurring behind the door, revealing the old man that Ezio seemed to be dreading running into at this point. His one good eye stared at the teen, peered over to the car then back before offering a nod. Stepping aside, Al Mualim moved to let his grandson's friend through.

"He'll be down in a minute or so." Trudging over to a chair, he sat down and motioned that Ezio do so as well. "Are you carpooling? Coming to get Altair and then your dates?"

Ezio bit his lip as he walked inside and closed the door behind him, walking over and taking the offered chair. "I don't think either of us are picking up any one else. It's just a carpool." He flashed a smile, trying his hardest not to lie. If he was caught, at least he could say that much.

He took a moment to regard the other male, leaning back comfortably in his seat. "I see..."

"How're you doing today, Mr. Mualim?"

"I'm well, how are you?"

"I'm doing well, thank you."

After a few moments of silence Al Mualim rubbed his chin, glancing over to the stairs leading up to Altair's room. There was a soft smile that graced his lips a moment later, which caused his beard and mustache to shift at the movement.

Turning back to peer at the Italain, the man motioned to where he'd been looking. "The poor boy has been fussing since he got home, even going so far as to ask what to wear. I suppose he really likes the girl he's taking to the dance." Bringing his hand back the, oblivious, man ran his fingers through his beard. "It's been a long time since I've seen him this shy...giddy, whichever word you prefer."

This small piece of information shouldn't have made him smile as much as he did, but it was extremely pleasing. "Is he? Maybe he does seem excited." He scratched his cheek thoughtfully, nodding his head as he agreed. "Do you...think I should go check on him or is he alright now?" Ezio raised his head toward the stairs, looking concerned.

A thoughtful look crossed the elder's features, brows knitting together in consideration before shrugging. "I suppose you could go see how he's doing. I doubt he'd mind much."

Ezio mulled over his own idea again and thought that he'd like to see how Altair was doing instead of making awkward small talk with his grandfather and maybe messing up their whole night by telling him that they were going out.

He stood, nodding his head and thanking Altair's grandfather before walking up to the steps and then climbing them. "Altair?" Ezio reached the top of the stairs and saw a bright light on in the room where Altair slept. "You okay?" Peeking in, he smiled as he saw his rushed boyfriend.

Of course the brunet wasn't okay, he was now staring at his reflection in the window, hands fiddling with the fitting white shirt by tugging at the fabric with furrowed brows. His black pants just felt so 'odd' on him. Usually it was all loose-fitting and here he was in fitted. They didn't press tightly, just enough to fit just right.

This was so uncomfortable.

Altair gnawed on his lower lip and let his hand release the shirt. "...uncomfortable...but I'll live."

He stepped further in, closing the door behind him with a quiet click and walked forward, turning Altair to face him and then wearing a bright toothy smile. "Uncomfortable, but you look amazing." Ezio leaned in, kissing his boyfriend's cheek and then putting his hands on Altair's shoulders, he pulled him into a hug.

Blinking once he was turned away from the window, the brunet let his eyes lock with Ezio's own. "I wouldn't say that." he muttered, glancing to the side.

"I heard that you were kinda freaking out up here." Ezio chuckled, running his fingers through Altair's hair.

"No," was the first thing that passed Altair's lips, then the outcast lowered his head, hands moving to grab the back of his boyfriend's shirt. "...okay...maybe a little - a lot..."

Ezio ran his fingers along Altair's arm reassuringly. "I'm sure it was cute..." He chuckled again, taking Altair's hand. "Do you need to do anything else, or do you wanna go ahead and head over?"

He twisted his hand to hold onto the one keeping his captive, shifting how he stood a bit. "No, I'm sure it wasn't." Golden eyes glanced about the room then back to Ezio. "Just two things. The second one can wait for a moment though."

Pulling his hand back, he went over to his desk and snatched his iPod off of it. Altair then motioned that they head out while slipping it into his pocket.

The Italian blinked, cocking his head to the side as Altair moved to get his iPod. "Wait, what's the other thing?" Curiosity was never something that Ezio could deal with. Good thing he wasn't a cat.

A soft sigh passed the Ibn La-Ahad's lips, motioning for Ezio to head out to the car. "I told you, it 'can wait.' Let's go before I change my mind." To indicate what he meant by such he tugged at his shirt once more. "A few minutes won't kill you, I'm sure."

Opening the door, Altair headed down the steps, pausing once he reached the door to the house. He peered into the living room to see his grandfather flipping through a book.

Ezio followed, curious, but not going to push it as he came down the stairs with the other, smiling at the elder.

"We're heading out now. I'll be back so-"

Al Mualim glanced over, raising his hand to wave it dismissively. "Take your time, child. I wouldn't want you to ruin your date and come home due to thinking I'll drop any second. Have fun, stay young for a while."

"...oh." Letting his gaze turn back to the door, the boy smiled softly. "All right."

"Yes, now go. Go."

"It was nice seeing you again, Mr. Mualim." He nodded his head as he opened the door for Altair and let him go through before following and closing the door behind them.
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As they pulled up into the parking lot closer to the end, the two of them could hear the music choice for this dance, which had been an odd mix of pop and rap.

Ezio personally disliked rap and thought that it was put everywhere and it was just "speaking" in a singing tone. However, he didn't mind suffering through it just like the rest of the student body. He smirked as he saw some of the girls showing up late just like the two of them and going in overdressed and with far too much make-up on.

"So...are you ready to go in? Or..." He looked over to Altair, wearing his usual smile.

He hadn't realized how real they had become. Most of his days of wearing a forced grin for everyone else in the school were over and he didn't have to fake happiness. With Altair, he was happy.

"Well..." Shifting in his seat, the shorter male seemed like he was trying to be consumed into the passenger's side. His eyes lowered to his hands, watching them as he rubbed the palms together. "If you want me to be brutally honest: I'm not. But we can't just sit here all night." Altair rose his gaze, staring at the school with a nervous look. "...anyway." Turning his attention to the other, he offered a slight smile. "I wouldn't ask you out if I didn't plan on going through with it."

The football star's gaze softened, blinking at the small smile his boyfriend wore.

So much could go wrong tonight and it didn't just end with the kids at the school finding out about their relationship.

"Alt...we don't have to go in if you don't want to. I mean, you did ask me and all, but we could go somewhere and eat or something..." The last thing that he wanted was for Altair to have a rotten time. Ezio was used to the kids at this school and their stupid antics.

What Leonardo had told him before he left was really bothering him. What if they really did find out about Altair and his relationship and then start treating him badly?

Altair's hand moved to pinch the sleeve to his shirt, rubbing it together between his fingers as he took into consideration what Ezio had said. "Let's just...head inside. I mean, if you don't show up...and with the gossip that went around," Letting go of his shirt, the brunet looked back over to the Auditore, "they'll know something's up and won't stop 'til they find out what."

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was right.

Ezio sighed. "Alright." He put on a smile. "How about a kiss before we go?" The elder of the two leaned in, closing his eyes as he went about half-way.

The question had Altair's face turn a soft tinge of red, casting a quick glance around then leaned in to kiss his boyfriend. Pulling back after a moment, he felt his lips tug back into a slight smirk. "That was the second thing." With that he then moved to open the door and stepped out of the car, shutting the door as he cocked his head to the side to see that the area was somewhat deserted. Besides an occasional passing car here and there.

The short comment had him blink and then chuckle.

He followed Altair's example and stepped out of the car, closing his door and locking it before taking a glance around. "They must all be inside..." Ezio beckoned for Altair to come with him so that they could enter together, heading to the end of his car.

Stepping to the end of the car, Altair motioned to the school building. "I forgot to ask...you're not into this kind of music, are you?"

"I guess not...I'm not much of a dancer and I prefer most alternative Indie to this stuff." He turned around to see Altair and then waved to have them walk toward it. "And you?"

At this point Altair had taken out his iPod, busy untangling the cords with furrowed brows when it got into a bit more tangled to a point. "...well, why do you think I brought my iPod? I knew the music selection was going to be terrible," Hoisting it up, he waved it from side to side, "which is why I have this."

Lowering the hand and finishing the untangling process, Altair began to turn the device on and scrolled through the genres.

"So...'alternative Indie'? I think I have some of that...I mean, who knows what Rebecca added." Biting his lower lip, the outcast kept on scrolling while his other hand hooked the earphones around his neck. "...knowing her...there's probably porn related songs. Don't ask."

At the sound of Altair's friend Rebecca, Ezio found himself getting jealous at the mere thought. He didn't even own a computer, let alone willing to offer putting songs onto one.

It seemed like so long ago that they had been fighting or...'arguing' in the park after the party. A lot had happened since then and not just him getting a boyfriend. He knew who he was, no longer afraid to be it. Hell, he even tapped into a talent that he wasn't sure he could perfect.

As Altair fiddled with his electronic device, Ezio's gaze softened, softly walking over to him and putting his arm over Altair's shoulders. "I know I said this before...but now that we're both saying it, I kinda wanna say it more. Y'know?" He leaned forward, pressing his nose into the shorter's hair, taking a soft smell of it. "I love you, Altair. I'm glad that we're here together."

The brunet blinked once he felt weight resting upon his shoulders, lifting his gaze and tilting his head slightly to look at Ezio. Feeling his cheeks warm up, Altair's fingers halted in their motions before smiling shyly. "I know. I love you too."

He pulled away and started to walk toward the school, glancing over his shoulder and flashing him a quick, true, pure grin. "Come on. Let's go."

Casting a quick glance to the school then back, Altair moved to follow Ezio into the school.