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By chance, Kevin finds love at a Texas Party
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Darkness enveloped the area behind the stage where Kevin stood with his hands clasped together, nervously waiting to make his move. Dubya was speaking. Kevin felt a tinge of insane jealousy run up his spine and cause his blood red hair to stand up a little when he heard the crowd cheering for Dubya's wife, who had just been introduced. Out on the stage, the scene was tense. The crowd was turning against Dubya quicky, and it was all Kevin could do to stay calm. He unlinked his fingers long
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“You did what!” Ryan sputtered. He was in a small, fast, and very luxurious Lear jet on his way to Dulles airport; to be followed by a hop to the Pentagon, and a meeting with the Secretary of Defence. Ryan had been whiling away the journey planning a sweet evenings revenge on Dubya and Kevin. He’d just got around to wondering which of them would choose the Donald Duck silk boxers, and who would pick Mickey Mouse, when his cell phone rang. “Ryan.” He answered peremptorily, and then listened
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"Yes… No, I did just as you told me… " Brett Jenkins paused and frowned at what the voice in the cell phone was telling him. "That's not exactly what we discussed this afternoon… Sure, I understand, but…" He blushed as the voice scolded him. Then he cringed at the possible consequences of a rebuttal. His mind escaped from reality for a few seconds, as he pictured the gorgeous body lying across the green satin quilt spread upon the bed. "Yeah, yeah, you'll have it your way. Don't worry, t
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Dubya was inordinately stiff by the time the electric buggy arrived back at the clubhouse, and he wasn’t sure if he could lay the blame with the overly bouncy route his driver had taken, or the rather wordy briefing he’d received from the whitehouse liaison to Homeland security. He was further miffed to see both Ryan and Kevin sitting on a bench outside the pro-shop. “GW!” Kevin and Ryan said together as they spotted Dubya, and leapt to their feet momentarily, before the handcuffs attaching t
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As he climbed aboard his limo that would take him to his daily 2-hour golf practice, Dubya's heart was torn. Arnie's voice had brought him back old memories. Maybe seeing Kernan the Savage 25 years ago had been one of these experiences that had forced him to admit to himself he was attracted by men. The strong, poignant narrative about a boy estranged from his family and growing up to challenge the forces of evil, and the glistening muscles of the actor of Bavarian background had made for one
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It was lucky, Kevin thought, that it was still early. The image of the president's party waiting to be seated played out in his mind, and he couldn't help chuckling. "Why are you laughing, Kevin?" Nick, the waiter for the presidents table, asked, looking at Dubya in awe. Kevin prided himself on his swift thinking, and this was as swift a plan as he'd put together since the sixth grade debacle with his hated home-room teacher and the stink bomb. He smiled as he turned to Nick. "He's n
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As Kevin walked through the door, a thin film of perspiration had formed on his forehead. Not being sure whether he was over dressed or slightly underdressed, but as he set his eyes on the others in the room, he realized he had dressed perfectly. True, he was going to stand out, but in a good way. Although he was one of the hottest guys in Texas, he wasn’t conceited about it at all. Little did he know what the night would hold as he walked toward the open bar. Kevin ordered his drink, a doubl
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A moment of reflection in a rocky relationship that never dies
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I can forgive the things you’ve said I can forgive the way you played with my head I can forgive your arrogant ways I can forgive the games that you play I know you can’t help it I know you can’t change I know it’s a pattern I know that you’ll stray I feel like I love you I feel like a fool I feel like your brother I feel like a tool I can’t help that I stay here I can’t help that I try I can’t help that I love you I can’t h
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“There he is!” Taylor shouted, pointing at the large calico that had taken refuge on the back patio, somehow managing to get himself cornered by Nick and his friends. “Someone give me the hose,” Nick said mischievously, grinning from ear to ear at the prospect of teaching the big cat a lesson. For months, Nick, James and Jim had been chasing him away when they’d catch him on their lawn going to the bathroom. A few times, Nick heard his dad comment that he wanted to shoot the cat with a bb g
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Nick felt a wave of excitement run through him as he peered out the window of the bus he was riding in and saw his papu standing next to Tom at the bus stop. Both men smiled amusedly as Nick waved out the window before the bus came to a complete stop. As soon as he heard the loud rush of air come from somewhere underneath the bus, he knew it was okay to get up from his seat and walk with Taylor to the front of the bus, where he smiled politely at the bus driver. “Have a good weekend boys,” sh
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Nick always knew he was different. He was born when his parents were teenagers, and his mother died when he was six months old. This left his father to raise him all alone. After vacationing in Virginia, Nick's dad decides to move them across the country. Adapting to his new life is hard, but just when he's ready to give up, he meets a new friend, Taylor. While all of this is happening, Nick learns that it's okay to be different.
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“Nick, are we going to have to go through this again?” Jim asked pointedly, giving Nick a disbelieving look. “We do this every year, son. Don’t you think you’re getting a little old for this?” “It’s not fair,” Nick retorted tearfully. “Everyone get’s presents but me.” “That’s not true, buddy,” Jim said matter of factly. “You always get something on daddy’s birthday.” “But you always get more presents than me,” Nick pouted. “That’s because it’s my birthday,” Jim said softly. “
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“Are you and my dad going to get married?” Nick asked out of the blue, prompting a look he couldn’t quite read from Lori as they sped down the interstate. “What makes you ask that, sweetie?” she responded, her face now registering a smile. “I don’t know,” Nick shrugged. “That’s just what I think. Then you’d be my stepmom.” “Yeah I would, wouldn’t I?” she said warmly. “Do you think you’d like that?” Nick smiled shyly and nodded, then turned his attention to the traffic around
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“Would you like another hamburger James?” Charles asked, holding the long stainless steel spatula up. A plume of white smoke escaped the grill as soon as he lifted the lid, and the aromas it brought with it were mouth watering in Nick’s opinion. James had gobbled down two hamburgers, and Nick was working on his second one, something that seemed to make Charles happy. “No thank you sir,” James answered politely from his spot at the picnic table. “They were delicious, though. Thank you for
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“Can you spend the night after my party?” Taylor asked hopefully, sending a wave of stress through Nick that must have shown, because his hopeful look seemed to fade and was replaced with one of disappointment. Before Nick could speak, Taylor looked at the ground and sadly muttered, “Never mind.” “I can ask my dad,” Nick said, trying to sound enthusiastic but feeling badly because he knew Taylor’s feelings were hurt. “Can you ask him now?” Taylor said, his hopeful tone back. Nick shrug
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Nick sat quietly in the office, swinging his feet back and forth in a chair that was designed for someone much larger to occupy. Down the hall, his dad was sitting down with Nick’s new counselor, whom he referred to as Miss Sue, and as he waited, he wondered what they were saying about him. He was sure his dad had reached the end of his rope. That was what led to him bringing Nick to see her in the first place. On the way to her office, Jim had a long talk with him in the car about it.
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Nick was sure his father had lost his mind. It was December 31, 1999, and Jim was in a panic about Y2K. He had stockpiled fifty gallons of drinking water, more canned food than Nick had ever seen in one place in his life, and that included at the grocery store, and a whole box of flashlights and batteries. He also had a huge stack of charcoal and charcoal fluid for the grill. But what really had Nick concerned was the long rope that was sitting on top of the dryer in the laundry room. He
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"Ok, boy's, one present," Jim said as Nick and James sat grinning in front of the Christmas tree. "The rest are for tomorrow, okay? Nick, you play Santa tonight." With that, Nick sorted through the gifts under the tree, finding one for James, one for his dad, one for Lori, one each for Tom and Linda , one for his papu and one for himself. He felt like he was going to burst with excitement at the prospect of opening one of his gifts early. As soon as he got settled, he looked over at his da
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The cold morning air was biting at Nick’s bare feet as he sleepily made his way from the bathroom to his room, where his warm, inviting bed was waiting for him. But as Nick got closer to the stairway, he heard sounds that instantly grabbed his attention. He could hear his dad snoring from the hallway, so he knew that only one other person could be downstairs. Quickly, Nick went to his room and slid his slippers on to cover his cold feet, then he very quietly inched down the stairs. He had b
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Nick opened his eyes when he felt his bed dip and as they focused, he saw his dad smiling down at him and reaching for his blanket to pull it back. "Wake up, buddy," Jim said softly. "We're going shopping today." "What time is it?" Nick asked as he sat up in his bed so he could see through the window. It was still dark outside. "It's five o'clock, son," Jim said. "Papu wants to go shopping." "But it's too early," Nick whined as he lay back down and curled up with his Winnie the pooh
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The look on Jim's face made Nick panic. He had a sense that something was definitely wrong and that he needed to be out of the way, so he sat down on the couch and watched as chaos erupted around him. Jim walked out of the front door and before Nick could get up to see where his dad was heading, Linda walked through the hallway and into the family room as he heard the engine of his dads Bronco 2 start up. "Did James run away?" Nick asked nervously as his grandmother bit her fingernails. "D
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Nick and James smiled widely as the news was rolled along the bottom of the TV screen. There was no school for Virginia Beach because of the snow that was falling. Jim was shaking his head as he rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath. "I wonder what they would do around here if the snow was actually sticking," he said sarcastically. "This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard of. I honestly can't believe they're serious." It wasn't 6 o'clock in the morning yet, and no one was dressed
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Nick lay on his bed and pulled his pillow over his head as he wept quietly, thinking about his dads last words to him and the look he gave him before he left the kitchen. He felt like he wasn't wanted anymore, the way James said his parents made him feel. The only difference that Nick could see between how he felt and how James felt was that maybe he deserved to be unwanted. He felt so ashamed of himself when he thought about the way he acted. He was out to hurt James because he was jealous. Whe
