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Thank you, Lisa! I'm happy you enjoyed this chapter. I'm having a blast writing this story and it's far from over.

Driving like a possessed maniac, I find myself asking the same two questions over in my head: What in the hell am I doing? What good could possibly come from me confronting his parents? Despite everything, Slade’s family means a great deal to him, and he’d never forgive me for driving a bigger wedge between them. I’m not willing to take the risk at confronting his parents and lose him in the process. The closer I get to his house, the calmer I become. I start thinking of my father. He’s always t

For me it's Monkey Bread with a cream cheese frosting on the side.

Love, Luke Bryan, he's so talented and extremely easy on the eyes. His smile is so... sorry started thinking about Luke laying next to me in bed. These last two chapters have been the weirdest to write. I wanted the coming out chapter to be powerful but found myself floundering a bit during chapter six. Cole reeled me back in and I was able to get so much more out of myself, and was able to give it to the chapter. I want the some of the emotions to trickle over into chapter seven but by the end feel lighter. I hope I can achieve what I'm setting out to do. Thank you for coming back and reading the latest on the guys.

I was wondering if you had given up on me. I'm so glad you've come back to read the latest chapters. Cole has helped a lot and he's keeping me grounded. I've strayed a bit from my initial thought process but hoping to get the same end result.

Please don't take my reply to your critique as harsh because I don't want it to come off that way in writing. This is why I ask people to leave feedback so I can help those who are possibly confused why I write the characters the way I do. I had not intention of making this relationship feel like a male/female role because it isn't, Slade bottoming twice doesn't mean this relationship is one-sided because it isn't. Not every relationship that starts off even with the inexperienced are going to want to experiment right off the bat, and it's not what I have planned for them at the moment. They love each other and this is their relationship. I'm writing what I think is right for them and not going based off anyone else's perception of how they should be when they are alone together. When they are together they are both willing to make the other feel good and not feel the need to get pleasure in return. They're unselfish. Which is what I want for them and I hope others who read this story see beyond the sexual aspect of this couple. I hope you can go back and really get a sense of their relationship and see that it's so much more than who tops and who bottoms.

I watch Slade staring blankly out the window. We’ve been sitting in my truck in complete silence for a couple of minutes, and it concerns me to see him so distracted and unaware. I wish I knew what was going on in his head. Is he thinking about his parents? Is he thinking about his outburst? His assertion that I should hate him still upsets me. He’s not to blame for last night, I am. I didn’t try hard enough to talk him out of telling his parents. He’s hurting because of me. Reaching for his h

You never cease to amaze me! I'm anxious to see what you come up with in terms of how Noah and Eli's relationship evolves from this point, while trying to stay around the 1,000 word limit. What will you use for a plot prompt next week? I'm looking forward to chapter nine, hopefully the term "flavor savor" won't be in that one, of all the terms out there that is the only one that bugs me to no end. It's nothing against you, it's just one of my own hang ups, I'll get over it. I'm marking off the days on my calendar 'til next Wednesday.

I hope Derek will see Noah and Eli together. He will see how Noah is moving on from a relationship that was based off superficial reasons. Will Noah and Eli end up together or won't they? I don't know what you have planned for the characters but I do like the direction you are going thus far. I know you're trying to stay within a 1,000 words but can you bump it up to 2,000? It's just not long enough (no pun intended), this story is addictive, and I'm itching to read it every Wednesday morning. HELP ME and post for this story twice a week. Keep up the good work.

I'm feeling fantastic! I'm being discharged from the hospital today. I should be fully recuperated within two weeks. Then it's back to work.... yay!

Over the past year, I've experienced episodes of back pain accompanied with bouts of nausea. The first few times I rode them out and didn't seek medial help. The last three times before this week, I sought out medical attention through the ER and with my primary doctor. I had my kidneys checked and knew they were not the cause of my pain. Then early Saturday morning of last week, I had an attack which left me in tears and went to the ER. I explained all my symptoms and told the doc I didn't think my kidneys were the cause. She ignored my statement and had my kidneys checked anyway. One kidney stone was found but not on the side of my pain. After being there for four hours, I was discharged with having severe muscle spasms. I looked at my sister an shrugged because I knew something else was going on and they hadn't found or looked for the source of my pain. The pain went away for two days but I found myself getting more and more uncomfortable as the week went on. Then this past Friday was the last straw. I went to another ER and told them everything that had happened and with the diagnosis I had been given the week before at the other hospital. This doc listened to the symptoms I told him I experienced. He said he was not going to let me go home without finding out what was wrong with me. He got my paperwork and scans from the other hospital; performed an ultrasound. I checked into the ER at 8pm and was admitted four hours later after it was discovered I had huge gall stones and they had to be removed ASAP. I'm glad I decided to go to another hospital and this doc listened to me when I told him what was wrong. I will not be going back to the other hospital for any medical emergencies in the future. Thanks for all the well wishes I'd received. They were greatly appreciated.

Thank you. I knew something was wrong and I'm glad I listened to my instincts. I'm having surgery tomorrow morning. Needless to say, I will not be going back to the other hospital for treatment ever again.

so I'm off to the hospital again! I went to the ER last Saturday morning, I felt good for a day but have been unbelievably uncomfortable ever since then. I'm hoping I can get a better diagnosis at this hospital than what I got at the last one. I have a nagging feeling something was overlooked and I'll regret not going back to have myself looked over again. I'm just nervous about what can be found but I'd rather have a definitive answer than play a game of "What If?" Well I'm off!

I look forward to every Wednesday, when you post the next chapter for this story. I just wish there were multiple Wednesdays in a week. I'm patiently awaiting for the next chapter to be posted.

I plan on taking the next three days off from work, and watch some shows I have recorded on my DVR.

I've been up since 4:30am. I was awakened by stabbing pains in my lower back which induced nausea. I was so nervous, I went to the ER and was just released an hour ago. My doc thought it was kidney stones but it turned out to be just a severe muscle spasm. I tried to go back to sleep but I'm still feeling the pain in my back. Now, I'm hanging out in my living room, on the couch, watching the first season of "2 Broke Girls", and debating which season of "The Big Bang Theory" to watch. Decisions. Decisions.

The door has been slammed, dead-bolted, and chained shut, while the key has been destroyed. The weight that has ben lifted off my shoulder has been inspiring. I've never been one to let things go and tend to stew but with this particular situation, I couldn't let it get to me anymore. Life is way too short and you never know what a new day can bring for you. I've even open up more socially with my co-workers and found I have a lot in common with a majority of them. If this situation hadn't happened I wouldn't be in the mindset I'm in now.

No hags but having a good friend definitely is needed. I did have a great birthday! I went into work everyone sang 'Happy Birthday'... off-key. My favorite meal was made for me and I had a few shots. Awesome day!!!!

I find myself asking two questions: I'm another year older (37) but am I another year wiser? Am I still supposed to make mistakes at this age? I've made choices in one instance which inadvertently ended a friendship. In this case, I know what I did wrong but my former friend takes no blame for her part. She sees herself as the person wronged in this situation and refuses to even talk to me. I give people chances. I gave her multiple chances for us to talk but she chose each time to walk away. How does one deal with being brushed off by someone you thought was a friend? I thought I was helping her out but later learned in a text she sent me, I was being used. Shouldn't I be the one upset at her? With each passing day, I found myself getting angrier and angrier at her to the point, I stressed myself out. How did I let her have that much power it messed with me physically? If anyone had asked me a year ago, if I would lose this friendship, I would've said they were crazy. It turns out I was the crazy one. I never thought things would happen they way they had but I was wrong. I'd seen how she treated others but never thought I would be on the receiving end. My first clue should've been how others perceived her. I knew she could be judgmental, prissy, condescending, incapable of seeing others' point of view and a major snob, but I didn't care because I liked her. What the hell was I thinking? It's only been four months since this friendship ended. Though I miss hanging out, I know I have other people in my life, while she has just her cats. She has alienated so many people that she has no one. Should I relish in this fact or be sad for her? I know I shouldn't care but we'd been friends for ten years. I stood by her when she had no one to talk to when she had her legal troubles and didn't have a place to stay. The one time I let her down, she was willing to cut me loose, and did it all through a text. She didn't have the guts to say it to my face. What should I do? Let it go... YES! If it was so easy for her to end our friendship the way she had in a text, then it was never a friendship to begin with and I'm better off without her. I don't know if I'm wiser but I'm definitely smarter. Making mistakes is the only way one can continue to grow as a person, no matter what their age. Some people will learn while others will make the same mistake over and over. I, for one, will not be one of those people. Lesson learned. Here's to my next mistake. This is something I had to vent and get off my chest.

That was the predicament I was facing... asking for help. See, none of my family or friends know I'm writing this story, so I couldn't go to any of them. I finally did consult with my beta reader after I found myself wandering. I knew he would be honest with his opinions and suggestions. But with this particular chapter, I was not sure if he would like the way I'd chosen to write the coming out scene, or the scene leading up to it. There were things he liked and didn't but overall he told me I was headed on the right path. He gave me some points to hit on in the story which helped with the transitioning. This allowed me to rework those particular parts of the story, and I ended up with a chapter I'm proud to have written. I will take the advice you've given me about the stages and will apply them to future stories. I know this community is willing to help each other and I have to learn to reach out, if I'm going to be a better writer. Thank you for the help you've just given me.

I had such anxiety about writing this particular chapter, and you helped me a lot with your input. I'm glad this particular hurdle had been jumped but I have many more planned for upcoming chapters.

I, too, have a fear of spiders. I found myself facing the little bastards down. I've followed the same path as you, as far as, letting them go or getting rid of them. I know I can draw on the fear I still have for them, and write the next major conflict, I have planned for the couple in a few chapters. I'll let you know if I'm able to draw from it and write and excellent chapter filled with fear of a secret being discovered or told by a loved one. I appreciate you taking the time to help me out. Thank you!

I never had to come out as being straight, it was just something known by everybody who knows me. I haven't the slightest idea what it means or how it feels to come out as being gay. So how do I go about writing my main characters coming out having not had to go through it myself? I went on instinct. I had numerous directions I could go writing in the way they came out and the reactions of the parents. Do they accept them? Are they indifferent? Are they quoting from the Bible while throwing holy water? I wasn't quite sure but something was going to happen. Trying to convey what I thought could happen was extremely difficult. When writing the scene I had to step back and reevaluate the direction I was going. Then I was able to write what I thought were honest and heartbreaking reactions on behalf of the parents and of the boys. Wrestling with the conflict within themselves and wondering if their parents will still love them. What will happen when the rest of their family and friends find out? Then I found myself at a wall I could not climb, after I was finished with the initial coming out and confrontation with the parents. Everything had been said and done, how do the main characters continue to interact with each other? Are they depressed? Are they mad at each other? Do they blame themselves? Does their bond continue to grow? I'd written literally five different scenarios and was not happy with any of them. I was unable to write. Not quite sure of the direction I wanted to go or how to end this chapter because I changed my mind so many times. I'd written numerous notes for this chapter although 90% of my ideas made it, it was filling in the rest that threw me for a loop. I stopped writing for another three days when I came up with the current ending to the chapter. I've made revision but the idea and result are still the same. When the chapter is published, I hope to get honest reactions to my take on coming out. I going to continue to write until I have this story written to its completion. Most might not like the direction I go but know it's for a reason and I do have a main goal in mind. To write about a relationship regardless of sexual orientation to being close to real as possible. I know what I want to happen for them but I find myself zooming down the highway and having unlimited exits I could go. But I know no matter which one I take I'll end up at the ending I have envisioned for this story. I'm looking forward to the journey and hope others are willing to go along with me.

My heart pounds faster the closer we get to South Hill. Holding Slade’s hand is the only thing keeping me sane. I know we have to face the consequences for lying about this weekend. I’m just not ready to. My only hope is for God to answer one of my million silent prayers. There could be so many outcomes for tonight with each feeling like a worst-case scenario. I can handle Dad being mad, but disappointment is something that’s hard to come back from. I need to know what’s going on, and press

Yes, it's Pam Anderson