Alliance High: Part Three.

James took a moment of silence to look at the inside of the house. It was... Nice? It wasn't anything he would expect a penthouse to look like. There was a couch, a couple chairs with a plasma screen TV on the wall. He noticed the floor was tiled, warm. That's all there was in the living room. No fancy speaker systems, no display cases. Simple. The kitchen, bathrooms, and bedrooms were the same. Then there was the pool in the back. Oh man, the pool. James stood in front of one of the massive windows overlooking the pool. It was amazing.

"Soda?" Osir asked coming up to him, a coke in each hand. "Sure, thanks." The tattooed teen gladly took one of the cans and opened it, enjoying the view. "This place is huge. I mean fucking HUGE. But uh, kind of..."

"Empty? Simple? Yeah, I know. This used to be my grandparents' house." Osir said, James taking another sip of his drink. "Was your mom wealthy? Sorry." James realized he asked a question that lowered his chances of winning him over. But Osir just smiled, "Its okay. My grandparents were. The were descendants of a long line of established and successful people. They wanted it to keep going and had planned for an arranges marriage, but."

"She didn't?" Osir nodded having more of his drink. "She fell in love with a bartender, from Terra Nova I think, Mom never liked the life of champagne wishes and caviar dreams. So imagine her parents faces when they got the news." James mouth made an 'oh' and hissed, "They must have been downright pissed." Osir shrugged, "Grandpa was, but Grandma said she should be with whoever made her happy. When they died, they left this house for her in their will. And then when she died, well... She did the same for me."

"What about your dad?" James asked, curious. "I don't know, he walked out on my mother about a month before I was born. She never told me about him, and I never really asked." An award silence followed, the two just stood there looking out until Osir spoke up. "Mom loved to swim. She said it made her feel like the world's troubles just washed off her body whenever she went swimming. You want to see her?" The question confused James. See her? "Oh, sure."

The two went upstairs into a grand bedroom, apparently Osir's. There was a photo on his bedstand and picked it up to show him. "Wow. She's really gorgeous." The woman in the photo had long curly black hair and red ruby eyes. Soft lips and a face only an angel could wear. She had tribal looking tattoos downs her left arm. "What was her name?" James asked seeing Osir smile, "Alicia." He answered. James took a moment to look at the photo one more time before handing it back to the raven haired teen. "Now I know where you get your good looks from."

"With all this flirting, surely you have a girlfriend?" Osir finally asked, getting it off of his chest. "No, I don't, and I don't plan on ever having one." James said, reassuringly. "There was this guy back at my old school... He would throw a couple lines at me, telling me how good looking I am or I'm cute when he sees me. I thought maybe he wanted to have something with me. So one day I went up to him and asked."

"What happened?" James' expression softened. He sat down on the bed with Osir. "I went up to him and asked him, he turned around with who was apparently his girlfriend and said "Hey baby, this is that faggot I told you about." Everyone bawled laughing." James saw the boy clench his fists. "I didn't know that. But, I wouldn't do that. Ever. I like you." James' mouth quickly shut when the words slipped out. Osir looked at him, eyes wide. "What?" James had no idea what to say, so he didn't think before he acted. He grabbed the other teen's waist and pulled him into a kiss. Osir thought he was going to melt as he encouraged the kiss.

Tonight was a good night.