Mark Ponyboy Peters

There you go! 😋

-- Chapter Sixteen -- Dallas sat back down at the spare seat that he had been sitting at earlier, then picked up his drink and sucked on the straw. ‘Well? Out with it,’ he said after placing the cup back on the table. Alex and Zack looked at each other again, neither sure if they should go on with it. Eventually Alex took a deep breath. ‘He’s telling people that the two of you are screwing each other,’ Alex said softly, as if he didn’t quite believe it anyhow. Slo

-- Chapter Fifteen -- Before we left the tattoo parlour I found out something about Dallas that I hadn't known before. He couldn't handle the sight of blood very well, especially when it was oozing slowly from the two holes left in the skin of my penis, following the removal of the first piece of metal. There wasn't very much. Just a few drops really, about the same as what had earlier oozed out of my nipple, but he didn't handle it very well after Justin had removed that first

Oh yeah, I know all too well just how that happens! 🙂 MP

-- Chapter Fourteen -- The short drive from our school to Dallas' house that afternoon was really the first chance we'd had to be alone since that morning, which had me on edge. There was so many things I wanted to say, or wanted to do with him, but I knew that I needed to show some restraint, no matter how much I wanted to tell him exactly what it was that I wanted to do with him. I knew that whatever was happening between us was totally new for him. I was the one with all the

Loving all the family interactions . . . and I like the idea of Daniel and Kevin! One teeny-tiny thing though ... “'But,” Olivia continued, “I am so proud of Oliver for telling the police what he knew. It must have helped the police.” Oliver???

@Summerabbacat they probably got the weed from Sylvia's Mother after she said she wanted to Love You a Little Bit More!

@Summerabbacat "weed maybe?" ... I would say it's more like ... "Weed? Definitely!" LOL And yeah, a bit of variety with musical tastes always makes for an enjoyable time!

@Summerabbacat your clubbing days, huh! If only those skin tight pants with flares could talk, huh? While you were listening to the Sex Pistols and S'Express, I was probably listening to Dr Hook!

-- Chapter Thirteen -- It was late when Dallas and his mother finally left us. We had all been talking through our situation and things were definitely looking better. The relationship between Dallas and me was beginning anew and as I lay in bed that night I felt that if there was going to be a new 'us', then there also needed to be a new 'me'. Dallas was right. The front that I had presented to the world these last few years was just that, a front. I wasn't really a punk rocker type.

@Summerabbacat yes, I did go to a Catholic High School, but my recollections are also a bit hazy ... I mean it was 44 years ago when I left school (lol) ... but I do recall we had a roll call / home room thing of a morning, but only for about 15 minutes or so. What I can't totally recall is when, eg what year/grade, that stopped.

@Summerabbacat I know I've said this before, but you never fail to disappoint! Thank you! ❤️

-- Chapter Twelve -- After I arrived at school the next morning and parked the car, which mum had once again insisted I take, I went straight to Hollywood’s office and even though he hadn’t arrived as yet, I waited for him there. I had tossed and turned throughout the night as Merry’s words stayed with me. She was right; there was no telling what might happen, or what some of the other guys might do, if things did change at school. Dallas had for so long been the Alpha male in o

Yeah, nah!

For exactly the same reason as your grandfather mentioned . . . LOL

I refuse to listen to anything by that squawking biatche! LOL

Hmmm ... vaguely! @Summerabbacat lol I was, like, 13 . . . and Countdown wasn't exactly something that I got to watch too much in our household, if you know what I mean! LOL MP

OMG I haven't heard that in years! You sure know how to dredge up some great old stuff! lol

There was something about an investigation, yes! 🙂 And yes, we all know WHY it happened! lol

I guess this is the case the world over. I grew up in a house where my father's attitude was ... "No son of mine better turn out to be a poofter, or he'll be out on his ear". That statement was made when I was about 15 while we were visiting one of his brothers at Christmas and one of my cousin's, who was about 18 or so, said something about liking it both ways! So naturally I spent the next few years living in fear that he would "find out" about me ... and especially as I was his only son. lol I had girlfriends and did my best to "conform" but deep down I knew who I was, and I think he knew it too, even though we never had THAT discussion. He mellowed as he got older and more and more cousin's came out. I remember him asking one cousin if she was happy in her new relationship, "as that is all that matters". When Jodi said yes, she was happy, he said he was happy for her. People can change. My father is one example of that. MP

No truer words have ever been spoken! MP

You probably only read the first version ... I added a number of chapters a few years ago to 'complete' the story, so I hope you enjoy the remainder of the journey!

-- Chapter Eleven -- When I had followed Hollywood to his office, we had gone straight there from the car park, so I was still carrying my bag and needed to drop it into my locker, so that was where I headed after leaving his office. The journey back along the school hall was a strange one, mixed with warm greetings, stares, smiles, whispers, and the occasional slap on the back, but not as strange as the sight that welcomed me at my locker, which I soon discovered was plastered

-- Chapter Ten -- I can’t explain how good it was to sleep in my own bed for the first time in almost a week, to smell the familiar scent of the linen, to cuddle into my soft, old pillow, to be covered by the warm blankets that had comforted me for so long now. Even the sounds of the town at night, drifting up from the valley below us and in through the slightly open window, felt comforting and familiar. It was the first decent night’s sleep that I’d had in ages, since even before the

@Summerabbacat interesting question. I will often just do a page at the start of my 'master file' where I make notes about things like names or important "things" I need to revisit often . . . but other times I just wing it! LOL What usually happens then is that I forget that I've often used that name elsewhere . . . usually in another story . . . though I do try to avoid that wherever possible. It can certainly be a challenge!