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The car was parked forthwith, and the three of us all bundled ourselves in our luggage, entering the manor without delay. None of us wished to linger in the cold. Despite the intimidation factor from the sheer size of the manor, the foyer was decorated classically but not ostentatiously. Area rugs over the tile floor, small pedestals with various pieces of art, and wall hangings all spoke of culture, but managed to avoid the image of excess. Nicolo took the lead, heading up the large half-m
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Meet the Family - Part 1
Late to the party commented on Late to the party's story chapter in Meet the Family - Part 1
Oh no, thank you! I'm glad to hear people like it. -
Meet the Family - Part 1
Late to the party commented on Late to the party's story chapter in Meet the Family - Part 1
Hmmmm I may need to do a minor edit! From chapter four: "‘B-rice,’ my hands spoke for me, ‘when I was thirteen " and "That was twenty years ago." From this chapter: "Being 26 and only looking 15 wasn’t normal. " The first part before the ** is 'present' whereas the block after is Alex 'telling' the story of meeting Nicolo's family for the first time, as Bryce requested. -
I entered the house, stepping aside to let Bryce move past, before shutting the door with my foot. Bryce led the way from the garage to the kitchen, and we both deposited our bags on the counter. I tapped his shoulder, signing ‘mail’ at him, and he went out the front door to get it. I pulled everything out of the grocery bags so we could pack it all away; Bryce returned before I finished. He helped me sort and put it all away, except what I was going to cook tonight; I had planned for tacos. Di
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That’s a planned subject for a future chapter. 😉
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Awwwwww thanks! *blush*
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I wasn’t happy. Despite it being a weekend, Bryce should not be awake, so what gives? I stood in the living room watching him out there, and wondered if the problem was me. Would he have said anything last night if Nicolo had been the one to wake up? It’s not easy for me to communicate at the best of times, and not for the first time in the last year, I wondered if I’d really made the right choice when it was presented to me. As much as I love him, I wonder if I’m able to be as good a father for
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Nuh-uh-uh I’m not spoiling the story! 😉
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The kitchen was framed by music just loud enough to hear as counterpoint to the arrhythmic sounds of food. Bacon sizzling, fridge compressor running, pancakes flipping, and the dial on the toaster oven ticking down. I happily danced to the beat of the music as I cooked, hoping that the smell of bacon would produce results. Nicolo was always a heavy sleeper, and though alarms did work, I didn’t want to jar him awake. Little Bryce almost never slept past 6am, even on weekends, though I figu
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Are you sure? 🤔
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His age is almost explicitly stated in the next chapter 😉
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Half an hour had passed in silence, with Bryce only looking over at me once, giving me a fond smile maybe ten minutes ago, before going back to stargazing. I stood up, grabbing the pistol, to jump inside to the kitchen. Dropping the mag, I racked the slide on the pistol to empty the chamber so it would be safe to slide into my pocket. The fridge swung open and I grabbed a can of diet soda for me and a small bottle of orange juice for Bryce. I was only gone for about one minute, if th
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Thanks! The second chapter is already on the way. They’ll get longer after, I promise!
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Indeed! Never come between a bear and their cub! (As an aside, the SIG P320 is one of the best pistols you can get for under $500)
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My eyes popped open as something pulled me awake. I lay there unmoving for a few seconds, listening to see if it might have been an odd sound. Nothing. Nothing unusual, anyway. The constant noise of nature was ever present, but those never woke me, not even the annoying cicadas or the seemingly unevictable bullfrogs. The soft almost-imperceptible snoring coming from the bed never woke me, though sometimes it would keep me up. Deciding shortly to check anyway, I carefully sat up in the b
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Alex wakes one night to find his son’s bed empty. This is how this series of events starts, showcasing events in the lives of this small family.
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All of you just shut the fuck up. Look at him. Just look at him. He trusted you enough to tell you he’s gay, and what is your response? To try to make it about you. About how he didn’t trust you enough to tell you sooner. About how he should have known you wouldn’t care. About how he should have known you’d stay friends. Well, see how well that trust is turning out? He’s sitting there crying his eyes out and all you can think about is yourselves. It took me three years of dropping hints to him t
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Just some monologues that show up in my mind from time to time. Intended to be seen more for stage than a written story.
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Listen, you can’t fix everything, and not every tale has a happy ending. You’ve been asking me out for months, and I keep turning you down, but you won’t give up and leave me alone. You keep telling me about all these things that you want, but you keep ignoring what I’m telling you I want. You want to make me happy. You want to see me smile. You want to take me to dinner, or to the theater or to a movie. You want you want you want. I don’t give a fuck what you want, because you don’t give a fuck
