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I'm confused to find Vic waiting for me as I leave my class. He's leaning against the wall, his cane surprisingly in his hand. He's also dressed in a nice short-sleeved white button-up and some nice black jeans. He looks hot.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder to let him know where I am.

"Thought I'd come pick you up." he chirps. "And I have a little surprise."

"Surprise?" I grin.

"Yeah, I can't explain or it won't be a surprise. You ready to go?" he asks.

"Yep." I chirp.

I follow him as he starts leading me down the hall. He seems to walk more confidently than usual with his cane. I'm glad he's using it.

"How's that hangover, babe?" he asks sweetly.

"Getting better." I assure him.

"You know last night you told me you only had two drinks?" he chuckles.

"I did?" I frown.

"Yeah, right before you..." he trails off. "You know."

I blush. Right before I blew him.

That's the last time I drink that much.

"I'm sorry." I apologise, feeling bad for lying to him.

"It's okay." he pauses, as if he were in thought. He slowly brings his free hand up to the back of his neck and scatches it. "Now that you're not so intoxicated, you don't, um, regret doing that or anything?"

He looks genuinely worried.

I consider his question. When I woke up this morning with a caning headache and remembered I drunkenly gave my boyfriend head, I wasn't thrilled about it. But not for any other reason than I wish I had done it sober.

I don't know what it is about Vic, but I often find myself being comfortable with things I wouldn't usually.

But I think I owe a lot of last night to the clear liquid I mixed with my Fanta, because even now, I can't bring myself to hold Vic's hand.

"No I don't regret it." I smile. "But I'm sorry that your first experience was a drunken decision."

Vic laughs and shakes his head.

"You don't have to apologize. It was still good." he blushes blood red.

"Good." I grin, feeling slightly less embarrassed. At least he liked it.

"But just so you know, I wouldn't have let that happen if I knew you had drank so much. Like, I don't want you to think I would take advantage of you or anything." he assures me.

God, he's so sweet.

"I know you wouldn't, babe. So where are we going?" I ask, confused as Vic takes us outside.

"Can you see Sam yet?" Vic asks.

I'm confused by the question but as I look around, I spot Sam in a distance by the large campus pond leaning against a big oak tree.

"Yeah, what's going on?" I frown, even more lost than I already was.

"It's a surprise!" Vic exclaims. "Just go to Sam."

He grips my arm so I can lead him as I head over to Sam. 

As we approach my sister, I notice that a big picnic blanket has been sprawled under the tree. Along with it sits Vic's guitar and a small picnic basket.

"Vic, what is this?" I grin. Did he set this up?

"I'll explain soon." he chuckles.

When we arrive, I'm expecting Sam to start a conversation, maybe explain things, but she doesn't.

Instead she turns to Vic.

"Everything's set." she beams.

Vic responds with a 'thank you', then Sam simply ruffles my hair and walks away.

"Are you going to explain now?" I whine to Vic and he chuckles.

"Sit." he instructs.

I sit down on the picnic blanket, leaning against the oak, then I take Vic's hand to help him sit down next to me, but as soon as he's seated, I quickly remove my hand from his.

"So our first date didn't exactly go to plan so I wanted a do-over. I wanted to do something extravagant but Sam said you'd probably prefer something small and secluded so she helped set this up." he explains.

I look around and notice we are quite secluded. There's still people wandering around campus grounds but behind this large tree and hidden by the garden, we're quite invisible. At the realisation, tension releases from my body that I didn't even know was there.

"Wait," I frown confused. "What do you mean by 'first date'?"

We haven't gone on a date yet. Unless you include Washington, but that went really well and it was never established as a date.

"Don't you remember?" he chuckles. "I asked you to dinner. And you slept through it."

I feel my face heat up.

"That was a date? You asked me out on a date?" I grin. "Holy shit."

"You didn't know?" Vic asks confused.

"I wasn't sure. Dinner is very ambiguous." I point out.

"Oh god, you're right." Vic whines. "I'm so stupid. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry." I giggle. "I'm glad you cleared that up for me. And this is all really nice. You're really sweet."

I look around, just to make sure no one can see us, then I kiss Vic's cheek.

"I brought my guitar so I can serenade you." he beams. "And there's a sketchbook and some pencils in the basket if you want to draw the pond or something. Oh and there's fruit in the basket too if you want a snack."

My heart melts. He is nothing short of perfect.

"Vic," I sigh, feeling my heart swell, but I'm not sure what to say.

"What's wrong?" Vic frowns.

"Absolutely nothing." I grin, then I kiss his cheek again. "I just think you're amazing."

He chuckles and places his hand on my thigh, giving it a small squeeze.

"Pass me that guitar." he instructs.

I pick up the guitar from next to the basket and hand it to Vic. He tucks it under his arm and pulls a guitar pic out of his pocket. I wonder if he just has one on him all the time.

He starts plucking at the strings, playing an unfamiliar tune, but it is quite beautiful.

"What song is that?" I ask him curiously.

He shrugs.

"I don't know yet. Haven't figured out the rest." he chuckles blushing.

"You wrote that?" I ask in awe.

"I guess." he smiles. Then he starts playing another song. This one I recognise. 

'Only You' by the Platters.

He doesn't sing the words but he doesn't have to. God he's such a romantic.

I lean forward and open up the picnic basket, bypassing the fruit to get to the sketchbook and pencils.

I rest back up against the tree and open the book up to a fresh page.

I turn to my boyfriend and kiss his shoulder then rest my head on it as I take a pencil to the paper and start outlining Vic sitting against this tree.

He stops playing his guitar and sighs which gets my attention.

"This is a shitty date, isn't it?" he frowns defeated.

"What?" I grin, completely dumbfounded. "Not at all. This is literally the best date ever."

He smiles and blushes which makes me swoon.

"Keep playing. It's really beautiful." I tell him.

He does just that as he starts playing 'I Want To Break Free' by Queen.

"You really know the way to my heart." I murmur as I go back to my drawing.

"I'm learning." he smirks.

I glance up at Vic as I'm outlining his facial features, but I suddenly become bothered by his sunglasses.

I mean, they're fine. But I just want him to feel comfortable around me.

I put my sketchbook and pencil to the side and wrap my arms around his bicep, kissing his cheek as I do so.

"Babe," I say softly, resting my chin on his shoulder.

He hums curiously.

"Can I take your glasses off?" I ask.

He stops playing the guitar and looks unsure.

"No one can see us, it's just you and me." I assure him.

He forces a smile and nods.

I take the frames and move them from his face. I carefully fold them up and place them out of the way.

I frown when I look back at him and notice he has his eyes closed.

"Babe, open your eyes." I request, giving him a little nudge.

I can see the hesitance on his face which makes me feel guilty.

"You don't have to if you don't feel comfortable. But I want you to know that it's okay to feel comfortable around me. I think you're beautiful." I explain.

He smiles shyly and blinks his eyes open but he looks down. I take his hand from his guitar and give it a squeeze. He squeezes my hand back and leans into me, resting his head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry. It's just such a habit to be embarrassed about it. It's not that I'm not comfortable around you." he apologizes.

"Why are you even embarrassed about it though?" I frown.

"Same reason I don't like carrying around my cane. It's such a clear indicator that I'm blind." He mumbles. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not embarrassed of my disability, I just don't want to be treated differently."

I smile sadly and give his hand another comforting squeeze, which in turn makes me realize that I'm holding his hand, and the nausea that is usually present in my stomach, is currently not.

"I understand." I sigh to Vic.

He lifts his head from my shoulder and gently kisses my scar, making me very conscious of it.

He then drops my hand and starts playing his guitar again. He plucks at the strings, playing the snippet of the song he wrote, adding a few more chords to it.

I go back to drawing my boyfriend while he plays his guitar, until he stops and clears his throat.

I turn to him, sensing he wants my attention. 

"How do you feel about meeting my parents?" he asks me hesitantly.

The question catches me off guard.     

"Uh what?" I stammer out, hoping I heard wrong.

"My parents want me to have dinner with them on Wednesday. And you know, I've told them about you and they're eager to meet you so I was wondering if you'd like to come." he explains nervously.

Alarm bells are ringing in my head and my initial instinct is to say no, but this desire to not disappoint Vic is pushing back against all my instincts.

My only experience with parents was with my parents. If Vic's dad is anything like my dad then I'll probably have a panic attack at the dinner table. And his mom? Well I don't know how to act around a mom. I don't even remember my own.

I look up from my drawing and at Vic who's waiting for an answer.

I look into his eyes and my heart melts a little. Not only is he being so vulnerable with me right now by not wearing his glasses, but now he wants me to meet the most important people in his life.

I owe this to him.

"Yeah, okay." I agree, somewhat reluctantly. But I know this is the right decision.

He smiles, which instills a small confidence in me.

"Okay, cool." he beams. "They're going to love you. They practically love you already."

"What do they know about me?" I chuckle nervously.

"Not a lot. Just that you're my boyfriend, and that you're a sweetheart." he murmurs, plucking at his guitar again.

The fact that his parents know he has a boyfriend is strange to me. Never would I have been able to tell my dad I had a boyfriend. The shear thought of having that conversation sickens me.

Vic starts playing another familiar tune which snaps me out of my thoughts and brings a wide smile to my face. He starts singing which makes me smile even wider.

"Ooh you make me live. Whatever this world can give to me. It's you you're all I see. Ooh you make me live now honey." he grins at me and bumps my shoulder gently as he sings. And my god, his voice is angelic.

I giggle and kiss his cheek affectionately as he continues singing Queen's 'You're My Best Friend'.

"You're the best friend that I ever had. I've been with you such a long time. You're my sunshine. And I want you to know that my feelings are true." he serenades.

He skips the next line, playing through it, which makes me feel relieved. I think hearing Vic say he loves me would just be too much, even if it is just words in a song and there's no meaning behind them.

"You're my best friend." he finishes.

I place my hand on Vic's cheek and turn his face to mine so I can kiss him. He places his guitar down so he can take my waist between his hands, pulling me closer to him.

I can't help but to grin, breaking the kiss. He then accidently pecks my teeth and chuckles, pulling away.

He rests back against the tree and I cozy up to him.

"Thank you for all of this. And thank you for coming to the party last night. I know you didn't want to." I say gratefully.

"I wanted to. I mean, I don't love parties but I wanted to be there to support you." he smiles softly, then kisses the top of my head. "Besides, I didn't have a bad time. Talked to some nice people, listened to some bad music, had a cute boy sit in my lap. All round a good experience."

My stomach sinks and my cheeks quickly begin to feel fiery.

"A cute boy sat in your lap? Who?" I ask a little snappily.

A wide grin crosses Vic's cheeks as he puts his arm around me.

"Wow, you really were drunk." he laughs. "I was talking about you, Silly."

My cheeks feel even more fiery but for a different reason as I'm flooded with embarrassment and the memory of climbing onto Vic last night at the party.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm an idiot." I whine, covering my face.

"Don't be sorry. You're adorable when you're jealous." he chuckles with a mocking pout.

Then I remember something else from last night.

"There was this guy trying to get into your pants last night. He asked me hook you up with him. I got so worked up over it." I laugh, dropping my hands from my face.

"Oh, was he cute?" Vic asks.

"Don't even joke about that." I whine, softly smacking his chest.

He laughs again and I watch him. His eyes somehow light up and there's these cute little creases on the corners of his eyes that I've never seen until now.

It almost breaks my heart that he's hidden this from me for so long, because he is so beautiful.

I just wish he could see what I see.

Or rather, I wish he could love what I...

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