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  1. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 6

    Topher Lydon posted new chapter in Carter's Shadow

    "Way to go, West," he said with a grin. "You nearly beat Matty." "I wasn't even trying," Matt grinned from in front of West in the line. "Liar," West shot back with a smirk. Matt took his shot on net, glancing off of Jensen's pad as he returned to the end of the line. West came up, and drove the puck low between Jensen's skates and into the net, as Brad's ricocheted off of the bar. "So," Brad said coming in behind West again, "did you hear Coach Highmore and Coach
  2. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 5

    Topher Lydon posted new chapter in Carter's Shadow

    Monday, West was somewhat aware of his surroundings when he pushed his way through the gym doors that connected the school to the student parking lot. He walked along the hall, smiling and nodding to a few familiar faces that did the same back towards him; he was a bit early, but then most mornings were spent in the gym playing basketball, killing time till the first bell. Brad was sitting on the scorekeeper's chair, Mel lounging on the table beside him. She looked bored, rolling a sucke
  3. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 9

    Topher Lydon posted new chapter in Carter's Shadow

    His mom had agreed after making him promise to drive his brother and sister home. Matt had taken shotgun, much to Joey's annoyance; it seemed no matter how quick off the mark Joey tried to be, there was always someone faster. West's mother had come out to meet the Bronco as it bounced down the driveway, waving Sammy past her into the house as she leaned on the window to glance at the two boys. "Hello, Matthew," she said pleasantly, as Joey slammed the rear passenger door and ran
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    He realized he was stalking Blake. Well it wasn't really stalking; he was just doing his best to catch glimpses of the other student in the most innocuous method possible. He would find a bulletin board and pretend to read it, watching as Blake chatted with some of his friends. Or stop to talk to a teammate when Blake would start fishing around in his locker. Why? Well he couldn't really answer that, it was an insatiable curiosity. A way to see whatever it was Matt had seen. So far West
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    Will sat quietly in the Bronco, remembering the last time he had sat in it with his father, heading home nearly two years ago after being stranded with Andrew. So much time had passed since then, so much had changed. He was no longer the quiet boy that hid from his own shadow and cowered when his father yelled. Amazing how one person's love could change a person. Like the love of a little girl for her baby brother that had kept him alive, Andrew's love helped him be a stronger person in
  6. Topher Lydon
    Brody was smoking a cigarette on the porch watching as Will trimmed back the over-enthusiastic growth of the bush at the end of the garden. He casually flicked his ash as he relaxed with Plato's Republic balanced across his knees as he read, occasionally looking up to criticize Will's pruning. "Not too much!" he warned. "Yes, dear," Will muttered. "It's like we're married, you know." Brody looked up from his book and arched a surprised eyebrow, "Do I look like a hockey pl
  7. Topher Lydon
    Brody shook his head ever so slightly as he stood in the doorway looking disheveled. He walked into the living room, walking first around Andrew then back again shaking his head slowly. Will stood up, still clutching Andrew's tee shirt; he opened his mouth to say something, offer an explanation that it really wasn't how it looked. Brody held up a hand. "Nope," bidding Will back into silence. He dramatically reached into his jacket pocket; drawing out his wallet he flipped
  8. Topher Lydon
    It should have been called William Carter and the Barbeque of Doom. It had turned out that Jared had taken the liberty of inviting a few people, a few people who had taken the liberty of inviting a few more, until a small barbeque had become a full-blown house party. Brody was in his element, spinning tracks from the stereo, demonstrating the wonders of his record collection. Surprisingly his retro flair still held appeal to everyone and after they had tucked the coffee table out of the
  9. Topher Lydon
    The barbeque was fully loaded in the back of Brody's truck; through some unfathomable magic Jared had managed to talk the salesman down a full hundred dollars for the floor model. Sure it was left over from last year, but a barbecue was a barbecue--it didn't really matter that it was a year old or that it had a scratch on the hood. It was secured using a couple of brightly-striped bungee cords that strained threateningly when wrapped around the big black monstrosity. Will stood with his
  10. Topher Lydon
    Will awoke when Andrew stuck a mug of coffee under his nose. He cracked open a single eye and looked at the warm brown liquid that smelled amazing, and he closed his eyes again, a happy smile spreading across his face. The smile froze as a look of puzzlement replaced it, and Will opened his eyes again at the sun-drenched living room, the television going with the highlights... "Oh god!" he said, sitting upright and pulling the blanket closer about him. Brody and Jared were in the
  11. Topher Lydon
    Sunday was a day Will would never forget. It had started out simply; he had gone through his customary morning ritual, leaving Andrew to sleep soundly in the bed as he showered and got dressed. As much as he wanted to just crawl back into bed with his boyfriend and be smothered with love, he had too much to accomplish that day. So instead he paused in the doorway of the bedroom, hand on the brass doorknob, just watching Andrew sleep off the effects of his drinking the night before.
  12. Topher Lydon
    The Campus Pride center was humming with conversation when Andrew and Robyn walked in. A small man with round glasses was frantically waving papers as he swept from one desk to another in obvious frustration. Every so often he leaned over a computer to punch something into it, only to walk away from it in disgust a few seconds later. A large, old, pink couch was tucked back out of the way, the young man with the streak of white in his hair was busy talking was a pleasant young woman who
  13. Topher Lydon
    It was a hot day, all Will had wanted to do was go home, but Andrew had been waiting in front of the school. Resting with his arms crossed leaning up against his car looking determined. It was a pleasant surprise, and on any other day Will would have been thrilled, but he was exhausted and mildly cranky from a long day. "What's going on?" he asked, tucking his satchel under his arm, as he walked up to his boyfriend. "Are you free to go to a meeting with me?" Andrew asked looking
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    Will was sitting quietly in his classroom; it was his lunch hour, he was supposed to be out of there, done teaching his students for the day. But the high emotions of having to explain to a class of young teenagers that their teacher was dead; a woman that they had all known, sitting in the back of the class keeping an eye on them... it had been stressful for him. He blew out a sigh, sitting in the swivel chair behind his desk, two fingers lightly resting on his temple as he propped his
  15. Topher Lydon
    His grandmother's call had him agitated; he'd spent some time with her over the past week, whenever school had permitted. And the supper with her and Andrew had gone over well; they seemed to get on well. Andrew, polite and formal around her, and she in turn had treated him no differently than any other prospective member of the family, which was to say she grilled him endlessly over his plans for the future. She even got a light in her eyes when Andrew said he wanted to be a lawyer. But
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    Will was startled when he walked in the door. His long-suffering Uncle Arthur's truck had been in the driveway which wasn't unusual in of itself--Arthur routinely checked up on Will's progress and made sure his wardrobe was sufficiently filled. Arthur took particular pride in the way Will dressed, it was his personal way to get back at the Major, or so he told Will. Will just figured Arthur was a closet metro-sexual. Will was getting in after a long day; he had history homework to mark a
  17. Topher Lydon
    The beat was contagious, pumping in a way that caused people to move. You couldn't stop yourself, you just moved. Will moved. He bounded onto the chair, riding it down to the floor as he slid in his socks across to the front of the stereo and turned up the music, letting the sounds of the heavy base pound out of the retro seventies speakers Brody had rigged up as he charged off again. He was in a good mood, actually enjoying himself for the first time in ages, it was nothing he could exp
  18. Topher Lydon
    Andrew found Will outside. He had been picking out a small plate full of sandwiches when he noticed Will wasn't eating. To be suddenly thrust into a social situation with his father had to be really upsetting for Will. Despite all his claims of being happily independent, there was still a lot of pain left behind by his father's complete rejection of who he was. Andrew leaned on the balcony rail and extended the plate of sandwiches under Will's nose. "Eat," he said firmly, worriedly touch
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    Andrew was up early the next morning, still living out of his suitcases and because he hadn't taken the time to unpack he was unable to find anything that wasn't wrinkled beyond recognition. There was a growing pile of clothes on the floor as he dug through the bags for something at least passably presentable, finally finding a sweater and a pair of drab tan chinos that would look all right. He took a long shower and was relieved to find his mom had bought him some more shampoo, although
  20. Topher Lydon
    "Her name's Cynthia," Will said, sitting in the Tim Horton's and glancing at the girl Jared had been surreptitiously eyeing for the past twenty minutes. "Huh?" Jared asked, snapping out of his daydream and giving his head a shake to clear it. Will looked over his shoulder at the young Chinese girl who was working behind the counter pouring coffee and smiling sweetly at the customers; he glanced back at the lovestruck Jared. "Bit obvious, innit?" he stated, jerking his head in Cynthia's
  21. Topher Lydon
    Will was eating cereal and reading a newspaper when Brody came down the next morning, smacking his lips, his hair in disarray, and definitely looking like he needed an extra few hours of sleep time. He stood staring vacantly at the wall before he flopped onto the couch with a dramatic sigh of relief. Will looked up from his paper and shook his head in bemusement, "Morning, sir. Coffee?" "You know why I like living with you?" Brody said, rolling a bit to look back. "It's like I ha
  22. Topher Lydon
    Will was early for school that morning. His Sunday had been relaxing despite the fact that Andrew hadn't been around, his mother insisting he spend the day with her, shopping. He had grumbled about it to Will Saturday night, the two of them promising to postpone their dinner together and the usual antics that came afterwards for later in the week; privacy at Brody's wasn't a possibility when hockey night in Canada was on. Will found it more humerous that it was Andrew who seemed to take
  23. Topher Lydon
    Andrew was leading Will by the tie up the steps of the house, banging open the screen door as they entered the hallway. Brody, sitting on the couch, looked up at them both in surprise and grinned. "Andrew," he greeted, "I see you finally housebroke your pet." Andrew shrugged, heading for the stairs, "He can do tricks, too." Will spluttered indignantly, "Excuse me? I'd rather you not discuss my sex life with my roommate, if you please..." Andrew turned and pulled t
  24. Topher Lydon
    "Ever have the urge to reach across and snap someone's suspenders?" Andrew asked mopping up a stray bit of egg yoke with a piece of toast. Denny's was crowded, as it often was, with the breakfast crowd, the waitresses rushing between the tables with huge plates piled high with pancakes, eggs and bacon. It was the Mecca of anyone searching for a decent breakfast, the hearty sort that made people feel good and turned even the most docile of men into a carnivore. Andrew loved it. Wi
  25. Topher Lydon
    "Mister Carter, if you would kindly pay attention?" Mister Greenwood called out, snapping Will back from his idle staring out of the window. He flashed the old English teacher a wry grin. "Sorry sir," he said, adjusting in his chair and trying to focus again on Greenwood's assessment of Shakespeare. It was one of those broiling hot days near the end of the school year when outside seemed suddenly so much more appealing than sweltering indoors. "Perhaps then, Mister Carter, you wo
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