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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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…”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Now that's a review... Thank you!
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CHAPTER 36 --==Kit’s POV==-- “I can’t move,” Tom groaned. Sweat glistened on his forehead, plastering his hair to it. He barely opened his eyes but as far as they got, I still noticed the glare he sent my way. “You sure this was your first time? I won’t be able to sit for a week, man!” Feeling himself, he frowned and then gasped as he withdrew his hand; it came away covered in sticky white. “Damn!” One glance down confirmed what’d happened. Oops. “Condom broke…” I said, belatedly. I
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CHAPTER 37 --==Tay’s POV==-- It wasn’t easy to keep a straight face when the boys finally showed up in the kitchen. Holy hell, that’d been really something. Both me and Mitchell had finished our very positive call to Roman and had gone back outside, finding the boys gone and instead heard the racket coming from Kit’s room; the curtains were drawn and upon a check, the door was securely locked. It’d taken Mitchell a few seconds less than me to actually catch on at what exactly it was what we
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Glad that you still like it. Thx for reading and reviewing.
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Me? Cruel? Whatever makes you think that?
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Oh damn, so the next one I'll have to ratch it up a notch or....hmm....
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Oh come now...none of my stories have an unhappy ending, you should know that. It's the journey toward it that is full of obstacles.
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Lol! YeH, i thought so too!
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Heh, you never know what is coming....
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CHAPTER 35 --==Kit’s POV==-- We didn’t really notice that Dad and Taylan had gone until we pulled up onto the side of the pool, tired from trying to push each other under, and getting the better of the other. Tom’s chest was heaving but he grinned; he’d gotten the best of me just now, pushing me under. How he’d done it, though… “Pussy.” “Pussy? You cheated!” I replied, shoving him back in. He came up, snorting. “I did not!” “Wasn’t my hand between my legs,” I shot back.
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Romeo & Julian.
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CHAPTER 34 --==Taylan’s POV==-- “I’ll take a couple of ribs, a steak and some chicken!” Mitchell’s voice came from somewhere in the house while I was busy outside, arranging plates with meat, putting out salads and drinks. “Oh, and throw Tay in the pool, so he’s well marinated by the time I get there.” Tsk. “In your dreams!” I yelled back, eying Kit who was grinning feral at me, already rising from his lounge chair. “Sit your butt back down, or become sterile. Your choice,” I continued,
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Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Thank you, glad you enjoyed it. Guess we needed a bit of 'fun' in the story, after all the heavy crap.
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Mind you, I was half schnuckered when I wrote that.
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CHAPTER 33 --==Kit’s POV==-- [Uncle T sucks. :/] I received the text about half an hour after I sent mine, telling him how much I’d enjoyed last night. And about two minutes later, I received the dreaded [we need to talk] message. What had Taylan done? “What’s with the face?” Dad asked, as he steered us out of the warehouse parking lot. “I dunno,” I answered, worried. “Apparently, according to Tom, Taylan sucks.” “Uh oh,” Dad answered, frowning. “Did you two talk, last night?” “No
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