Bill had done a lot of thinking. Four nights, and he had done a lot of thinking, far more than he had ever done before, or at least more than he usually did. And after four nights…he still hadn't figured it out. He liked David, and it was clear that David liked him. But…he didn't want to be a vampire, and even if David claimed he didn't want to turn him…how long would it take? How long would it take for David to realize that either he did want Bill around for eternity or he didn't? And if he didn't, what would stop him from dumping Bill then and there? Where would Bill be, if he allowed David to take him in and David suddenly didn't want him anymore?
He had spent three days trying to figure out just that, and it had taken him three days to make plans. He supposed that…maybe if he could finish college…but no, he couldn't just take 'let's date' as David promised to take care of him completely. It was perhaps that revelation that had spurred him into actually considering the positive. What if David did want him for eternity? What if he did want to turn Bill?
His brother was already a vampire, so Bill would have to be turned eventually as it was, right? He hadn't even thought of that possibility before, and now that he had…wouldn't it make being with David easier? Of course, he didn't want to turn into a vampire until he had found his brother, but it certainly wouldn't hurt with David, would it?
And then of course, there were his own feelings towards David, and that certainly couldn't be discounted, could it? In fact, that really should be the most important thing to consider, at least as much if not more than any possible future they might have together. And when Bill thought of David, he got all sorts of fluttery feelings inside of him, and he just couldn't tell what that meant. Excitement, intrigue, revulsion? Well, he was certain it wasn't the latter, but instead a combination of the first two.
It took him well over a moment before he realized he had even sent the text to David, blinking at the screen in surprise at the message sent. He remembered vaguely composing a message to David, and checking his last message, he had apparently sent one as well. It had been fairly well written--promising nothing, but at the same time leaving it open to whatever might happen that night. He supposed he should just wait and see if David even answered him back, now.
Bill uncurled from his place on the shabby piece of furniture he called a bed, still in pajama pants and a skinny t-shirt. He hadn't gotten dressed that day, reveling in a rare day off. He hadn't done anything but sleep and think of David and his brother, and it had been rather wonderful.
A moment later, his phone buzzed not with another text, but instead with a call…from David. Bill let it ring twice before snatching it up, wondering if he were too late, if David had written him off already. The tone and words on the other end immediately belayed his fears, however, as David's caring tone came across.
"Hey," Bill answered, immediately shy once again, worried that he had completely fucked things up before they even started. But he had said that he wanted to think about it, and he had done nothing but since then. "I um…I'm good, I guess. How are you?"
He hated his inability to form a coherent sentence right then, but he supposed he just needed a moment to compose himself as the flutters in his stomach came back hardcore. He could imagine David now, tuning out everything around him just to talk to Bill…who even showed that kind of devotion, really? Even Emil held multiple conversations at once, or paid attention to his phone or to Lamar when Bill was there. With David, though, he felt as if he were the only person in the vampire's life, and he liked that.
