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CHAPTER 3 --==Kit’s POV==-- Once we got back home, I helped Taylan bring the groceries inside, and after we were done I excused myself to my room, to do some studying, but for some reason, I couldn’t keep my head with it. What I told Taylan in the car was true; I hadn’t met anyone interesting enough yet. And sometimes I found myself being jealous at him and dad. Just for a moment, that little pang of green when I saw them together, kiss or hug or even sit together on the couch; Taylan
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CHAPTER 2 --==Taylan’s POV==-- He threw a handful of chewing gum in my lap as he got in, and fastened his seatbelt. I sighed. “I said one.” “That’s one. One handful,” he grinned, “there. Done. Can we go now?” I pulled away from the parking spot and spared him a glance. “So? Oh, no, wait, let me guess; you’ve got a load of cavities and now they’ll pull all of em, right? They look good but underneath it’s all rotting? Awww, poor kid.” I bounced up and down in my seat,
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CHAPTER 1 --==Taylan’s POV==-- I glanced up when a red-blue streak of color raced past the window; finally! Peering at the clock, I waited until my son, Kit, came rushing in, throwing his book-bag and keys on the table. His normally spiky dark hair clung to his head; there was a slight drizzle outside. “Hey,’ he panted, out of breath, “you’re home!” He slammed his mouth on my cheek, greeting me in passing, going for the fridge and taking out a carton of milk, opening it and emptying a q
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CHAPTER 4 --==Mitchell’s POV==-- Love is a many splintered thing. There’s the family kind, where you love each other from birth. Or are supposed to, anyway. Then there’s the conditional kind. You do something, they do something, a give and take. And then there’s the unconditional kind; where you can do wrong, but you’re forgiven; where you can make mistakes but there’s room to correct them. The kind of love where you don’t have to ask for it; you know you have it. It’s the kind of love I have
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CHAPTER 5 --==Kit’s POV==-- By the time I'd finished my freshman year, about a week ago, and summer break came, it’d already been discussed and decided that I was going to work at BSL Communications, Dad’s company. For the past two years, I’ve worked there during the summer, earning my keep. Okay, it’s not like I needed it; anything I want which is above my budget I can get, as long as I convince Dad or Taylan of a genuine need. But I had earned enough to buy my car (well, I paid a thi
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'Confounded: Part II' is the sequel to 'Confounded: Part I'. It is the second installment of the Confounded Trilogy. This is the story of Kit, the son of Mitch & Taylan, and his foray into the world of love.
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Still considering posting the first few of Confounded II.
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Aww, thanks. Sorry to make you guys wait. I'm thinking of overdosing here and post the first few chapters of Confounded II
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lol! Stop it. ;)Glad you like it, and I hope the next will be equally as fun. The next, btw, will be Confounded Part II. Most of that is written.
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CHAPTER *47* I missed Ross. Terribly. It had been two months since the break-up and I felt even worse than after it had just happened. I couldn't stop thinking about him; what he was doing now and with whom. According to Sofia, he'd buried himself in work, which was what I was doing as well, these days. I arrived at the production offices of the new SciFi TV-show "Star Crossed" in Vancouver about a month ago and they'd been piling the work on me ever since. And I didn't mind; it kept my
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CHAPTER *48* Events are now told from Ross's point of view and pick up a few weeks after the break-up. "Where is he, Gloria. Tell me. Now." "Now you be a good boy and say ‘please', honey," Gloria replied, a corner of her mouth turning upwards. "Please?" I sighed, impatiently raking a hand through my hair. "Just tell me where he is. I need to talk to him." "Why do you wanna know? To yank him a second asshole?" I had a few ideas for that area but yanking wasn't what I had in mind.
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CHAPTER *50* He looked thinner. His cheeks were a little hollowed than I remembered. But his eyes were exactly the same; one green, one blue and, at this very moment, staring wide back into mine. Whatever the other people in the room thought about the scene playing out in front of them, I didn't care. I also had no idea how much time had passed when the sound finally returned to my ears, and some uncomfortable coughing began to emerge at various points around the conference table. I sho
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CHAPTER *49* "So...you're finally going up there to bring him home?" Mother asked me after I informed her of the trip up to Vancouver. "And in no small part thanks to you, Mother," I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Yes, even if I have to drag him back, kicking and screaming. He's coming back here, one way or the other. He's not allowed to say no." I grinned confidently. "Good. You've been moping around here for weeks; good lord, a funeral would've looked like a rave compared to the mo
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CHAPTER *42* I didn't see or hear anything from Kyle the following week, and maybe that was for the better; I didn't want to think about him. Ross was in full romantic mode, these days, even taking time off to be together, and we spent days in bed, going even as far as blowing off the, by now, mandatory dinner with Sofia. She wasn't pleased. Ross didn't care. At long last, though, I knew I did have to face Kyle at some point. I hadn't told Ross about it, knowing he'd blow up, not to men
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CHAPTER *44* The next day I made sure I was at Warner Gaming before anyone else, waiting for Walter Warner himself. I tried calling him at his home but got no answer. He arrived early and didn't seem to be surprised to find me waiting for him, so early. "Mark, what can I do for you?" "We need to talk. It's about Kyle." He sighed and nodded to his office. I followed him inside and sat down on the chair upon his offer. I quickly told him what had happened, leaving nothing out and
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CHAPTER *43* We're done. I've never heard words spoken so cold, so unfeeling. They still rang through the loft, long after Ross had left and, at first, it didn't sink in. I didn't realize what it meant. By the time I finally did, it was already too late; he was gone. Only now did I fully grasp what I'd done and there was little I could do. What; call him? He'd never talk to me, I knew that much. It had become fully dark by now and I was still sitting on the couch, feeling numb and
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CHAPTER *45* "Why do you always pull this crap?" The words entered the loft before my mom was actually inside. "I swear, sometimes I wish you had a little less of your father's genes. He was a putz and guess what; people's exhibit A." She jabbed a finger into my chest. "Why don't you come in?" I answered sarcastically. "So you heard, huh?" "Yeah," she said, smacking on the chewing gum. "Queen Sofia filled me in." Uh-oh. So Sofia knew. That wasn't really a surprise but a sudden dread
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CHAPTER *46* "You going to tear into me as well? Whack me over the head some more? Because if you are, I'm buying a helmet. I saw a great one on sale just the other d..." "Quiet." How the hell did she do that? Make it sound all royal and such? I wanted to say something but when she raised a perfectly curved eyebrow, I swallowed whatever I wanted to say. "That's better. Now what is this nonsense about moving to Canada?" "You heard that, huh?" "I heard some drivel to that effect, yes.
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CHAPTER *37* I actually winced, when I saw the shiner Ross had given Kyle, the next day. His entire right eye-socket looked bruised but it didn't hurt, he said. Well, not much. That whole day I tried to gather enough courage to call Ross, to try and talk to him about all of this. I desperately wanted to talk to him, explain why, because he'd promised me, just a few weeks ago, that we could talk about anything. So why couldn't we talk about this? But when I finally did muster the guts to pi
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CHAPTER *40* Sneaking around was hard work. Very bad on the conscience and guilt was at an all-time high. It took some doing and a lot of cooperation from several people to make it work. Doing all the work at home took some getting used to. Not having every tool available to me made the process very difficult, but Kyle had spoken to Jodie and Mason, swearing them to secrecy. They had to be told, or the whole thing would be blown wide open inside a week. So we established a strict protocol
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CHAPTER *38* I looked down, frowning. I wasn't wearing anything special, just a pair of old jeans and a clean shirt. "Nothing special... jeans, shirt." "What kind of jeans? Color?" "Stonewashed jeans, the one with the hole near my ankle." "The tight one... Mmm..." "What are you doing?" I asked, a little uncomfortable, because the sound of that was very intimate. "Nothing...yet. What shirt?" "The flannel black and white blocked one," I replied, almost whispering. This w
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CHAPTER *41* I could say that I threw a hissy fit myself and pushed him off of me immediately. I didn't. But I also didn't kiss him back. The touch of his tongue was very gentle, sweet even, as he tried to seduce me to open up for him. That was a no go. Pulling back, I gave him an apologetic smile. "Don't. You can't, I can't. You know that." He leaned forward and touched my forehead with his own, and drew a shaky breath. "Yes, I know. Obviously I wish things were a bit different. Te
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CHAPTER *39* I was in the kitchen doing the dishes when Ross finally came home. I heard him come in, even over the clamoring of cutlery and dishes; I'm kind of a loud worker in that department, but him barking my name from the moment he entered the loft did help a little. "Kitchen!" I yelled, grabbing a towel to dry my hands. I grinned when I heard his steps behind me, and when two arms snuck around my middle, I never felt happier in my life. Ross pushed his nose into my neck, and inh
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CHAPTER *36* "Come again? I didn't hear that correctly, did I?" Ross asked, setting a hand on the wall behind me, close to my head. "Please don't be mad, it was just coffee, okay? We talked and I invited him..." I said, taking his tie in my fingers, playing with it. "Why would I be mad, huh? My current boyfriend is drinking coffee with my ex. An ex who, I might add, can't be trusted with anything that walks on two legs, especially the ones that are spoken for. Nah, that's just perfectly
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