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Akin to Romeo and Juliet

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He snuck away in the midst of the night. The moon was a bare silver in the nighttime sky. Stars dotted his path as he darted through the thick brush that divided his house to the lawn behind it. Once through the trimmed bushes, Wyatt let out a deep breath before walking away in a more leisurely pace. Hands in the pockets of his jeans, he headed towards his high school. He whistled a faint tune and basked in the joy of being away from the daily toils of being a Halliwell and his family in general.

He soon came upon his high school, the building completely dark save for a few security lights illuminating a few windows. A few vehicles were parked in the lot as he walked through it. The baseball field was vast and dark. With a quick hop over the fence, Wyatt's soft smile blew into a full fledge grin.

On the pitcher's mound stood a lithe man. Short in stature only coming up to about Wyatt's chin. He had a shaggy mop of brown for hair, the strands obscuring the view of the beautiful green eyes that were gazing upward. Wyatt took a few steps towards him before clearing his throat. The man jumped in surprise before his narrowed eyes settled on Wyatt. A crude gesture was his greeting as Wyatt approached him.

Wyatt smiled and settled beside the man, fondly pressing his lips to his temple before wrapping an arm around the lithe waist. The body underneath his arm was tense. "What's wrong, Kit?"

The man shook his head, "Rather not damn our few hours together because of my petty worries. How did you do on the Biology test today?"

Wyatt sent the man a small, displeased look for the change of topic but allowed it, ranting about the Biology test that was seemingly unfair because he couldn't study for it because some demon burned his notes a few nights back. The brunette chuckled once Wyatt finished, "I'll be sure to tell my kin to keep their fireballs away from your schoolwork."

"That would be wonderful. Might be able to manage a 3.0 if they did that." Wyatt remarked with a smile, "How did you think you did?"

"I survived." the man answered with a small shrug.

The two fell into a content silence. Their fingers were intertwined between them. The brunette sighed softly, "How long are we going to play this game, Wyatt?"

"Until our families see straight."

"So, forever then? Forever doomed to meeting in the middle of the baseball field while our families think we're nestled in our beds sleeping peacefully. Married off to the women of our kin's dreams, forced to produce a progeny for them."

"Dramatic."

"But also truth."

"Unfortunately." Wyatt leaned back, "We could run away."

"Only for you to be snatched away from the Community a few hours later once they hear that their precious Twice Blessed has vanished."

"Don't forget about your little Underworld minons seeking their Prince."

The man snorted, "I think many would like if I vanish. Leave the throne open for them so sit upon. In their eyes, I'm merely a bastard snatched from his mother just so Father could have an heir."

"You make it sound so medieval." Wyatt chuckled, "I'm the one with the Arthurian soul, not you, Chris. Or, should I say, hmm, Merlin? No, maybe you would've been Morgana."

Chris settled his glare on Wyatt, "So I was either your mentor and old man, or you sister who you had incestuous sex with and had a bipolar kid that eventually killed you."

"Well, when you put it that way."

Chris chuckled, "Either way, we're fucked."

"Two star-crossed lovers doomed never to be together."

"Don't go drinking poison on me."

"What?"

Chris rolled his eyes, "Star-crossed lovers? Also known as Romeo and Juliet."

"I'm Romeo."

"We're not assigning roles!"

"I'm just saying, if we were, I would be Romeo."

"Fine. Be the idiot that didn't check for a pulse and killed himself moments before Juliet awoke, and furthermore, congrats on killing yourself for a woman that you met days ago."

"But I've been dating you for two years, surely that counts for a grand suicide if you decided to drink poison."

"Neither of us are going to be drinking poison so I don't see why we're having this conversation."

"It was this or talking about how much our lives suck. Pick and choose I guess."

"I guess." Chris leaned back so he was laying down, his hands resting on his stomach, "You should probably start heading back before your father senses that you're not home."

Wyatt frowned, his hand going through his thick blond hair, "I probably should. Your father is probably going start sending the demon brigade searching for his precious son."

"More like precious and only heir. If he ever finds a demon to reproduce with, his little half-breed bastard will probably get his head chopped off."

Wyatt frowned and leaned, his arm bracing his body so he wasn't putting his body weight on to the smaller man. "Chris?"

Chris smiled, a hint of melancholy within the expression as he gently cupped the side of Wyatt's face. "I love you."

"I love you too." Wyatt responded slowly.

Chris hummed softly, "That's good."

"Kit?"

Chris smiled, "I'm fine, Wy. Just tired."

"Okay. You sure?"

Chris nodded, "Stayed up late for that Biology test. Now, you better go before Leo finds you."

"Alright, if you're sure you're okay."

"I'm peachy, scouts honor."

Wyatt frowned, but gave Chris a soft, languid kiss before dissolving into a thousand bright blue orbs. Chris opened his eyes, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. "Good bye, Wyatt."

...Chris didn't arrive at school the next day.