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CHAPTER 45 --==Tom’s POV==-- I looked up as the door opened and Kit came in, closing it behind him. He raised his head a fraction in greeting. “Hey.” “Hey yourself,” I answered, returning my attention to the keyboard. My stomach got that little punch when I saw him. God. Really in love. It actually felt good. “What’s up?” “I think I just escaped the R-rated version of Arabian Nights. There was talk of genies and rubbing. I’ll spare you the details.” I rolled my eyes but sent hi

That's actually not a bad idea; an alternate ending, while keeping the original intact. I'll give it some thought.

You are right, I do write with the same characteristics across the board. Perhaps it's because it's a comfortable thing. I don't know; I'll see if I can change it somewhat, in another story.

That's a good point. I may, at some time in the future. The ending always felt rushed, to me, it doesn't feel...'done', right?

CHAPTER 44 --==Kit’s POV==-- I took a shirt out, deliberately going for another pink one, striped this time, and shrugged it on, keeping an eye on Tom. His eyes darkened when he noted the color but he didn’t say a word. Going over to where my previous shirt had ended up, I stopped and picked it up, meeting his gaze and cocking an eyebrow at him. He seemed to deflate, sighing deeply, his eyes following it as I threw it in the bin. “Sorry…” “Sorry my ass. Talk to me; what was that all about

So do I, actually. I own several. Well, yours is kinda obvious, flamingo's are pink. Don't reconsider. I don't think Tom really hates it, especially not now. He's just getting his own back.

No, that was Tom's way of getting some control back after being pushed around by Tay all day. Kit just happened to be very lucky to be wearing pink. *snickers*

CHAPTER 43 --==Tom’s POV==-- At first I hated Taylan for having done that. But as we drove back, I knew he’d forced me to do a good thing; it just took me a while to see why he’d done it. I had wanted to scream. Scream at Taylan for being this huge asshole, bringing me out here, forcing me to do this, to say goodbye. I didn’t want to say goodbye, I didn’t need to say goodbye. Wasn’t it good enough that he was dead already? Did he have to rub it in again, by bringing me here? I wa

I was already contemplating it when a remark from another reader sealed the deal. Can't take full credit for it, but I like it too. And uhm...I kinda had some moisture when I wrote that too. Spilled drink, of course...

I've left the story intact with all its flaws when reposted here at the request of many, your pointed out problem with it being my main peeve in it. I know very well it rambles. To my defence, and the only one I have: I wrote it in 2004, over 8 years ago, and it was my first fouray into English writing, a language not my own. There are grammar flaws throughout, and many are not caught in a spellchecker (then/than, be it/albeit, etc etc). I remember rushing to finish when pressed by readers at the time, and I did. The result is the crap you saw. But, as said, at the request of many, it's here, its chapters mostly unaltered. To do so would've meant a complete restructure from about halfway into it. Quite sorry you have not enjoyed it. I'd invite you to THAW, but I see no reason to do so, since you'll be pretty disgusted with that one as well, so, as advice I'd say steer clear of anything I write or have written, and remain disgust-free. A.

This was new, actually. Just wrote it. Hence the edit right fter, when I re-read it myself an caught a few typo's. Sorry about that.

CHAPTER 42 --==Taylan’s POV==-- “Music.” “Now that… is a good answer,” I returned, shooting a glance sideways as we were driving down to the supermarket for groceries. Or, well…that’s what he thought we were going. “Now tell me why?” Tom shrugged. “I dunno. You asked what I wanted to do with my life; that’s what I wanna do.” “You wanna compose? Produce? Be in a band? And what genre? Pop, rock, classical, new age?” “Gothic.” Really? “Hmm, okay…as?” “Composer

In about one minute.

You speak it just fine, don't worry about it. Yes, there is one sequel I'm thinking about, to "The House Always Wins" and yes, it is with children in it. But I haven't started on it, it's just a thought that I've been having for a few years now. I know the title, but that's about the size of it, lol! Glad you enjoyed this one.

Try the next one, I just upped it. And sorry, btw...they've been laying around forever, I never got to posting them. I edited them, somewhat, but these were done like...uhm...nah, I won't say. OOPS!

CHAPTER 41 --==Tom’s POV==-- Mom and dad stayed for quite a long time, leaving around midnight. The evening had turned into one that I couldn’t remember ever having had with my parents. It was fun. Well, most of it. They treated me like an equal for the first time, listening to what I had to say. And sometimes shooting me down in flames, which seemed to become a household sport around here all of a sudden, when the rest joined in. And I found that I didn’t mind them needling me back the way

CHAPTER 40 --==Tom’s POV==-- I hadn’t been completely sure about my feelings for Kit until about ten minutes ago, when he said I was his; that he really was dead serious and actually meant the words. He believed it. He still wanted me. Me. Tomas the screw-up. He wanted me. Not just the sex, but after as well. He wanted to talk about his feelings, my feelings, he wanted to be as close as he could. Willingly. I didn’t get it. First of; what the hell were we doing, playing at grownups lik

I'm ahead of you; the next chapter is from Tom's POV. It was a surprise, actually. As for a new main character; no, I don't feel comfortable with that in this story, sorry.

CHAPTER 39 --==Kit’s POV==-- I found Tom exactly where I thought he’d be; at the entrance of the driveway. The puff of smoke once again gave him away. He didn’t say a word, he just looked up when I sat beside him. Equally silent, I took the cigarette from his fingers; he let me and I threw it away. “We really should stop meeting like this,” I said, as he watched where the cigarette landed in a spray of small sparks. “The parents are gonna talk.” “Why, what’ve you heard?” I grinned at the

CHAPTER 38 --==Taylan’s POV==-- I was about to settle into major heavy handed parenting mode when his previous comment seeped into my brain. Not while Jay’s there. Closing my eyes for a second, I sighed, groaning inwardly. Dammit. “Back off,” I heard Kit whisper to Tom. “No. No Kit, he’s right. Tom, I’m sorry, that was thoughtless of us; we didn’t think that through. You’ll have to make some sort of arrangement with your dad about that. Consider that one open for negotiation…”

I just began re-reading it, get reacquainted with it. I already wrote the next chapter, just seeing if it fits in. Have to get out of the mindset of another story I'm writing.

Actually, I'm writing a new one, which has been some time in the making, and this one. Writing them sumulataneously, which means you sometimes devote more to this one that that, and vice versa. I may start posting the other one, soon. It's nearing its end.

Phew, that's a relief; for a minute there, I thought I'd have to stop writing. ;p Glad you enjoy the drivel I write. A.

Oh my; I got you in trouble with your boss? I'll cease writing at once, then! Thank you for enjoying these old stories and thank you for your review. A.

Now that's a review... Thank you!