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I walked to Ben’s house and found him on the front porch quickly preparing for something. He smiled when he saw me and gave me a quick French kiss. “Hey, what are you doing?” I asked. “Shhh…” He put his finger on his lips, “I’m preparing to get revenge on my evil little brother,” he whispered. “Oh…” I looked at the floor to find a hose and a couple of water balloons. “Take the hose and follow me,” Ben grinned and walked to the side of the porch quietly. There I saw Matt innocently bu
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It’s been two days since that eventful night of embarrassment and the relief that followed. Krist has been nothing but all normal as if nothing had happened. His silly moods in the morning were directed to everyone as usual, not just me and Ben. So, now it’s Julien, Loïc, Matt, Cecile, Adrien, and Krist that know all about us, and they took it like it was a small simple thing to deal with. My life has changed ever since Ben stepped onto the bus on that day, and I blame that stupid bastard (with
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After a week of being back in school, the weekend came up again. Ben and I were sitting down at the dock watching some ice hockey between Krist’s team and the guys from across the lake late in the morning. Krist’s team was being quite vicious, but that was normal since they have been playing against each other for years. Despite all of their hard effort, they lost to a tie-breaking goal, but Krist didn’t care much since the game was just for fun and an excuse to get out of the house during the w
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“Ben!” Matt jumped out of the car when he saw us coming off of the bus, and ran to hug Ben. “Oh god, now here the weather is more bearable,” I delighted myself, feeling 25F instead of 5F as it had been for almost all week up north. Not that I hate the cold, it’s just that it’s been tiring to bundle up all the time for it. Just then I saw Mom next to Mrs. Lemoureaux. “Mom!” I hugged her, “Missed you!” She blushed a little. Mrs. Lemoureaux smiled at me, and then hugged Ben. “Ok Julie, I t
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It was Thursday, Ben was driving west on Highway 40. To where, no idea. Ben wouldn’t tell me, so I just sat there all relaxed and enjoyed the vast snow-covered farmlands and forests, with the Laurentian Mountains at the horizon. Our two overnight stays in Quebec City were awesome. Julien and Loïc were sleeping in the back seat again, as we passed through Montreal still going west. Ben explained that there wasn’t much to do in Montreal on a Thursday, so he picked somewhere else to show me. We
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“Ben! Réveille-toé!” Adrien knocked on the door. “Hmm…hmmm…” Ben grumbled with his eyes still closed. He got up and stretched. “Ben!” Adrien said again. “Je me réveille, câlisse!” Ben shouted. (I’m waking up, fucking goddammit!) He took off his undies, scratched his balls, and walked to the door. “Ben…” Adrien began to knock again, but stopped himself when Ben opened the door right in front of him. Adrien looked shocked that Ben stood there naked in front of him. Adrien was, as usual
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Julien came to Adrien’s doorway and it was obvious he only pretended to be surprised. “Loïc! Pourquoi t’es à genoux devant la queue d’Adrien?” Julien crossed his arms, and wore a serious look on his face, “Tu m’as dit que tu rentrais chez toi.” (Why are you on your knees in front of Adrien’s dick? You told me you were going home) “Ben ouais, mais j'ai pas pu résister à Adrien qui il avait tellement besoin de se détendre,” Loïc grinned. (Well yeah, but I wasn’t able to resist Adrien when he
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“Can I have my boy now?” Ben asked Julien. We were still on the dance floor, and Ben and Loïc came over to us. “I thought you weren’t going to dance,” Julien teased. “Loïc made me and I was too drunk to resist,” Ben stumbled a little pushing Julien away from me, “And I still am… Now, it’s my turn with him.” Loïc took Julien away to their table so Julien could have another smoke. “I suck at dancing,” I told Ben. “Yes, you do, but you’re trying hard enough,” Ben stepped on my foot on p
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“Hmm, que fais-je icitte?” The guy smirked like a kid all happy after stealing some candy, “Ben, c’mon, c’est évident que j’ai un date,” (Hmmm, what am I doing here? Ben, c’mon, it’s obvious I have a date) he pointed at his date, a brown-haired skinny guy…and not bad-looking either. His date did stare at Ben a little too long before snapping his eyes away from his chest. The guy noticed his date’s staring, but didn’t seem to care. “Ça explique rien, Julien,” (That explains nothing) Ben rolled
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I was sitting down on a marble block at Place-d’Armes staring at the Notre-Dame Cathedral, taking some photos of the 19th century neo-gothic church. Next to the church is the Vieux Séminaire (Old Seminary), and according to the little tourist guidebook I picked up from a tourist office at Place Jacques-Cartier, the Vieux Séminaire is the oldest building in the Vieux Port, built in 1684. The two-story building was shaped like a U with the wings pointing to the street, rue Notre-Dame, and it was m
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We got off the Champlain Bridge to find a small island covered with condo and office buildings. Montreal, rapidly approaching, was getting closer and closer, and Adrien quickly told Ben to look at a highway sign. “Hey, Ben, regarde,” Adrien giving a huge grin. Ben and I looked at the sign saying, “Sortie – Autoroute 20 Ouest - Aéroport P.E.T. – Ottawa – Toronto” (Exit – Highway 20 West – P.E.T. Airport…) Ben snorted out giggling for no apparent reason, and Adrien joined him laughing. “Erm,
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I was sitting on the bench outside of the state licensing center, which is located in the middle of an industrial park in the valley, waiting for Krist to finish his road test. Usually these road tests take five to ten minutes and according to many kids, they’re easy as hell compared to the first test, which has twenty multiple choice questions. Get seventeen of them right, you get your permit straight away, and it’s not unusual to hear that many kids fail on the first or second try. Good thing
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The soft light of dawn was slowly creeping up from the foot of the bed. I slowly woke up to feel the bare skin of my arms and the upper part of my chest all cold. I turned my head to the table next to the bed, looking at the clock. It was 7:15am and according to the temperature display next to the time, it was –15F outside. Ugh, that has to be the coldest day of the year so far. I pulled the white flannel sheets and dark blue feather-stuffed comforter up to cover all of my exposed skin, putting
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The day after the uneventful moment I had with Cecile, there was a huge weekend snowstorm that developed into a huge nor'easter, and on Monday, it brought blizzard conditions all over the state and the northern parts of the East Coast. The day after the storm that brought over a foot and half of snow, a strong clipper cold front passed by, bringing strong winds and the temperatures plunged into single digits with wind chill down to twenty below zero. That caused a huge mess on the state roads be
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"Ben!" I said in shock while he was walking up the trail to the bus stop where my friends and I always wait, "I didn't expect you to be here." "Neither did I," he smirked, "Since we're alone now, I thought we could have that moment alone together," he walked towards me, pressing his chest against mine, with his fingers swirling around my chest. "Oh yeah..." I said and pressed my lips against his. After a few minutes of passionate kissing. Oh, I love that word, passionate. I'll say it ag
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"C'mon Ben, let's go outside and see if we can find my friends playing another round of ice hockey before it gets too dark." I put on my winter coat and grabbed my backpack. "Ok," he followed me downstairs to a small closet next to the door where his coat was located, "M'man, on va au lac. Je rentrerai avant la nuit." (Mum, we're going out to the lake. I'll come home before dark.) "Ok les gars! Mais faites attention à la glace du lac si vous allez marcher sur ça!" Mrs. Lemoureaux said out
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"C'mon, this way," I showed Ben the way out of the locker room to avoid the kids coming in. There is no way I am going to let a crowd to cut off what Ben was going to say to me several seconds ago. I need to find a room or a quiet spot so we can have some privacy. Since this is an old school, there are some hidden "doors," which means they're situated in small, narrow corridors no more than five feet long in the hallways. Most kids would ignore them and some of them are almost never used, except
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“Thanks for the ride, Mr. Lemoureaux.” I said warmly. “Not a problem, Steph and I hope we’ll see each other again soon” he replied. I exited from his car and walked to my house only to find the door was locked. I fumbled all over inside of my backpack for my keys. “Shit, where is it…” as I searched my memory and realized, “Ah fuck, it’s in my room in my other jeans. God I’m such a fuckwad.” The door suddenly opened, which made me jump. It was my mother. “I heard that. It makes me
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“Benoît! Arrête de manger comme un cochon pis mange plus lentement!’’ (Benoît! Stop eating like a pig and eat more slowly!) said Mrs. Lemoureaux. Ben rolls his eyes at his mother's chiding, "Quelever!" (Whatever!) he said with indifference. "Hey Steph, you want some bonbons that m'man hided from moi?" said Ben's little brother, Mathieu or as he’s more simply known, Matt. He has a cute, thick accent though. "Errr...bonbons?" I asked in confusion. "Candies," said Ben while munching
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“You didn’t have to do that but thanks anyway,” said Ben. I let him go from my arms as he finished wiping some tears from his eyes. What have I done? This boy has to be on such an emotional edge that any negative reaction could push him into sad memories. I just cannot do that to him again, ever, and that is a promise. “I had to do what needed to be done. Sorry, I’ve just never met people like you, or even had anyone come out to me.” I replied. “People like me? And who they might be?” B
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I sat waiting on a bench right outside of the guidance office. Why do they put the bench out here and not in the foyer between the door to the halls and the door to the actual guidance office? Some kids don’t really want to be seen waiting for the guidance counselor, including myself. I guess the counselor missed that little detail during his college education. There is always something in life that will remain unanswered until the time you die. I looked at the clock on the wall in front of
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Jersey seems to be handling the snow well in its own style. Oh... You...<3
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If we stop at the 1800s... then... Dad: England, Slovakia, and Ireland. Mom: Wales, England, Scotland, Quebec, and Germany. If we go back before the 1800s... I can trace my roots to the colonization of New England (1630s) and Pennsylvania (1720s). I'm related directly to the English royal family (King Edward III), so that brings my roots all the way back to Anglo-Saxon England and many monarchs in medieval Europe.
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You call that exhibitionist? I covered my crotch on purpose. Use the raincheck and I'll be 100% exhibitionist, my dear.
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I approve of your haircut.
