Odd Flower Out


Billy had finally said the words he'd been trying so desperately to say for so long. After weeks and weeks of crawling around the house after his adventures at Aunt Libby's he had many times stood before his parents like he was now, but no words came out.

Finally, his mother, out of sheer frustration, pushed him into the living room and sat next to his father on the couch. In the same flurry of movement, she plucked the remote from his hand and turned off the TV.

His father made a face then looked to Billy.

"Can this wait?" he asked.

Yes. Billy thought. Oh, yes. This can wait until I find out a way to say it. Until Valentine is with me. I want Valentine here when I say it.

He nodded, turning towards the stairs when his mother called him back. Growling at her husband about everything that was wrong with Billy: his appetite, the circles under his eyes, how quiet he's been blah blah blah.

Valentine had noticed all those things too, and had even stopped taking blood from Billy. Consequently, Billy had been near on the verge of begging for fangs in his neck again. The white-haired teen had chuckled and said Billy could be such a baby at times, but he enjoyed caring for him.

Mr. Madison blew air from between his teeth, an act of releasing frustration.

"Teenager stuff," he muttered.

"Paul! Look at the way he's dressed!"

Billy, himself, looked down at what he was wearing, tugging at the helm a black T-shirt with the Coffin Club logo on the front. (And a pair of black sweatpants.)

Okay, now they looked concerned.

"Billy, have you decided to, um," His mother searched for the phrase. "Go goth?"

"No," he muttered, chewing his lip.

Just say it. Just say it!

"No, mom, I'm gay."

Their faces turned ash white.

"What! ?"

His mother was talking a mile a minute, questioning everything and asking if she'd heard right. While his father stood, pacing the length of the room and settling on a pale green wall; just staring at it.

Billy's stomach clenched and jumped.

Suddenly he wished he could take it back. Stop the madness and just not say anything.

They didn't have to know anything.

"Since when! ?" His mother growled, trying to recapture his attention.

"Two years. . ."

"Oh my God. . ." His father grumbled in the corner, leaning his head against the wall.

His mother remained calm and for a few moments no one said anything.

"Billy," Her voice was soft. "You're not gay."

He stared at her, dumbstruck.

"Billy you probably look around the halls at school and you think some guys are. . .nice looking, yes, but that doesn't mean you're gay. Honey, it is perfectly natural."

She laughed and smiled in a way that was so sickenly sweet Billy felt angry.

"No."

"Yes."

"Mom, I'm gay."

His father made a noise.

Things took a turn for the worst.

"This is because of your trip to your Aunt Libby's isn't it? She let you run wild and talk to those convoluted friends of hers and now look at you," she made a gesture. "You're all 'confused'."

Billy fisted his hair out of frustration.

"No! I've been hiding this from you for two years. I've kissed guys and I have a boyfriend. Will you please listen to me! ?"

"Do not raise your voice to me!"

"Mom, you're missing the point!"

"No, you're missing the point, young man. You do not raise your voice at me!"

"Sarah, our son just said he has a boyfriend. . ."

"He's confused! You're sister messed him up!"

Their battering continued.

Billy's mind was engraved with every word.

Their son. The Madison's golden star-student son had come out of the closet. Who this 'boyfriend' could be. Him doing God-knows-what with his extended curfew. The bandages on his neck. What people would think. How to fix this.

Billy ran from the house, tears streaming down his cheeks, he didn't get farther than the middle of the driveway. He just didn't have the strength to move much farther.

Why didn't they listen?

Why were they acting like this?

Things could go back to the way they were, this didn't change. . .

Maybe it changed a few things.

"William. . ." a voice called.

It was Valentine, standing at the edge of the drive smiling sheepishly with his hands behind his back like he had something hidden behind them.

Billy noted the still setting sun from the corners of the tree tops and the red welts on Valentine's exposed arm.

"Valentine. . .why are you outside! ?"

Valentine rolled his eyes and walked up to him, forcing him to sit at the end of the porch in the cast of shadows. "I had a feeling you'd need me." Valentine's head turned towards the house. "But you didn't wait for me to help you start the party. . ."

Billy whipped at the corners of his eyes.

"They hate me. . ."

"No they don't, William. It's impossible for anyone to hate you." Valentine's arm wrapped around Billy's shoulders. "They're just a little shock is all, calm down, they'll get over it."

He continued to cry and Valentine held on to him, smiling. He drew Billy in for a kiss that he tried to resist, but Valentine pressed on with a sort of persistence that said 'don't make me beg'. He rolled his tongue over Billy's lips and finally prevailed.

"You're so cute when you cry, but I much rather prefer you smiling. Here, I got you a present."

Billy felt something be pushed into his hands. A flower.

A very strange looking flower with four petals, all of them colored a shade of purple; three of which were splashed with a pale shade of lavender and diagonal markings of purple and gold. The very center was a bright yellow color.

"Is it out of season. . .?" Billy muttered, focusing on the design of the flower rather than the conversation inside the house.

The flower had to have some meaning to it. . .

"It's a pansy. Now stop being one and let's go deal with those parents of yours. They made you cry? Than I shall set them straight and make things all better." Valentine stood and offered his hand. "I'll need you to cower behind me slightly while I give my speech."

Billy had often wondered why he'd fallen for someone so. . .well, so Valentine. There were no words to describe him because he just simply was everything dark and chill and sadistic and tender mixed into one arsenal that created his fanged 'soul mate'.

Valentine made him happy.

"Don't kill them."

He stood, linking his hand with Valentine's.

"My charm would be enough."


Aw, Valentine's trying to be a good boyfriend. I got the idea for the pansy joke when I asked my parents to name a flower for Valentine to give to Billy. Stupidly I asked what's a pansy looks like and my dad pointed to my mom (we were on a boat then and if my mom wasn't in such a good mood my dad probably would have gone under).

I wasn't really sure how to write Billy's come-out. I was really just winging it on that and if you write one when your straight its kind of hard to understand. Hope I did okay!

I'm going to keep writing for this couple. More of when they were kids. Muwahahahah!

~QueenVamp