CHAPTER 9: Breakfast at Casey’s
“What can I get you?” Rebecca asked. Her pink and white polo stood out against the dirty beige background of Casey’s walls. The room was extravagantly decorated with furniture of bright contrasting colors and retro shapes. I paid little attention to them though as I tried stifling the confusion slowly growing within me. Although there were two of us at the table, the way Rebecca asked her question and the way she welcomed us made it clear that her attention was
No worries, Anya. I LOVE hearing about that comment every time. Also, it's about 27 chapters I think (or was it 24). I'm getting a little sidetracked with reading a few new stories but I need to get back to finishing this quicker! I can't tell you when Derek will find out because it will spoil things! But I will say that each "part" will represent a different phase in Derek's life. As for them ending up together, no promises hehe.
Haha. If I could write faster, I'd release more. But unfortunately work (which is getting more hectic by the day) is getting in the way. Alas, we do what we can.
There is great power in lies. This is especially true when you’re the one lying and your audience is yourself. You know what you’re thinking so you know exactly what arguments to use to convince yourself that the lie was in fact the truth. It is an art, a craft honed over years of deceit until eventually you can’t tell one from the other.
All you end up knowing is what you believe. And more importantly, that what you believe is right.
I once had good dreams, a vision of life in a utopi
Hey PKacrotis (I'm curious what that means). Although I can't promise no heartbreaks, I can promise that the story will end in a happy or hopeful note. Trust me to give you that much.
Hmm, tell me after everything's done if your guess matched what happened. Don't say it yet because it might take away the suspense for you if I happen to give away hints on what will happen hehehe. Thanks for reading.
I wasn't aiming for anyone to cry in this story. Hehe. I hope in the midst of tears, you still enjoyed Part 1. Hehe. No worries, Part 2 starts lighter.
CHAPTER 7: The Spot
It was the tapping that woke me. It was tentative at first. Very easy to mistake it for a branch that was just swaying with the wind against the glass of my window, except there was no branch outside my window, or even a tree for that matter. I suppose I should have been grateful for it. I was having an unpleasant dream involving Charlie. He was really, really mad at me about something though I didn’t know why. I mean really… why would anyone be angry at me for any reason.
Those who came across the sneak peek I released many, many, MANY months ago will know the truth about their sexualities. But for now, I'll just let the succeeding chapters unveil that on its own. Hehe.
CHAPTER 6: Don’t Call Me Charlie
Charlie and I looked up at the second floor of the Sundial Mall. It wasn’t the biggest mall in our side of the city but it certainly was the classiest. It was called Sundial Mall after, yep you guessed it, the big sundial that was the centerpiece of the mall. It sat slightly elevated in the midst of palm trees and remotely passable bushes that the original designer had tried but failed to base on a picture he found in a magazine called Garden Homes. He had lon