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A Different Road - 5. Chapter 5

I felt bad on my way to school. The expression on my father’s face when he said that my mother had left was tormenting me. I was the reason she was gone. They had spent nineteen years building a relationship; and now she had left because I was gay.

 

Dad kept telling me that it really wasn’t my fault. He said they had been having marital problems for the past few years, but they didn’t want me to know. He said he had almost left on several occasions, but he had stayed because of me. He tried to reassure me that it was all right. In fact, he thanked me. Because she had decided to leave, we could now keep the house.

 

Another thing that bothered me was seeing Brett again today. I had skipped out in the afternoon yesterday, so he didn’t see me in chemistry class. I never returned his phone calls or text messages. Why worry about it. We weren’t friends anymore.

 

I was heading to my first period class when Brian, one of our offensive linesmen, stopped me in the hall.

 

“Corey. Why didn’t you come to practice after school yesterday?” he asked. “Brett was off his game, and the coach made us run ten laps.” I was really in a bind. Dad was going to come to school today and talk to the coach, but I hadn’t thought about having to confront my teammates about why I had decided not to play.

 

“Um,” I hesitated. “I just don’t have the time to play. My grades are slipping, and my old man is really on me. Besides, he wants me to help out more at his office.” Brian looked at me, knowing I was lying.

 

“Come on, Corey,” he said suspiciously. “This is your boy, Brian. You know we go back to the first grade. That’s a bunch of shit. You’re getting straight A’s, and you’re not helping your dad out. You don’t know the first thing about architecture.”

 

“He’s got me doing odd jobs around the office,” I explained hurriedly.

 

“Yeah, whatever,” he said disgustedly. “You wanna desert the team when we’re facing our toughest competition Friday night, well then fuck you.” He turned and stormed down the hall. I saw him a few minutes later talking to some of the other players. They looked over at me and gave me disappointed looks. I walked past them without even speaking.

 

“Fucker,” I heard Tommy, the other wide receiver on our team, say as I walked past. I guess I was going to lose all my friends now. Brett and my teammates had pretty much made up the people I talked to at school. Without them, I was going to be a loner.

 

“Hey, handsome.” Charlie ran up and grabbed my arm as we walked down the hall together. Several students stopped and stared as we walked by. It was unusual to see one of the star football players walking arm in arm with the school’s resident lesbian.

 

“You managing alright?” she asked. “Want me to kick anyone in the shins?” We started laughing.

 

“No, Charlie,” I laughed. “I think I can handle it.” I stuck out my arm and showed her my biceps. She reached out and felt their hardness.

“Ummm,” she said seductively. “Makes me think twice about being a dyke.”

 

“Yeah, right,” I laughed. We continued down the hall arm in arm. I was almost to class when I saw Brett and Cindy walking toward us. Charlie noticed them also. She slammed me up against the locker and gave me a deep kiss, sticking her tongue in my mouth.

 

“Bye, Lover,” she said loudly enough for Brett to hear. Then she turned and walked away. My face was red with embarrassment. I think half the school saw the kiss. I am sure it would be the center of conversation- at least until lunch. I did catch Brett’s shocked expression as he walked past me. I was pleased. We both could play the game- even if I was faking it.

 

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“Come on, just one time,” I pleaded with Brett. We were fourteen, and I was spending the night at his house.

 

“This is just too gay, Corey,” he insisted.

 

“How else will we be able to do it with a girl if we don’t practice?” I asked.

 

“I’d rather wait until I do it with a girl,” he replied.

 

“Fine,” I pouted. “If you don’t want to, then fine.” I rolled over and turned my back away from him.

 

“Shit,” he muttered. “Now you’re mad.” I started smiling to myself. I knew he was breaking. I had asked him if we could kiss. I had been looking at his soft, red lips for years, and I always wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

 

I had tried a few times when we were having sex, but he would always turn his head away from me before I was able to. A few times, I would lick around his neck and work my way up to his mouth, but he knew what I was trying to do and turn away.

 

“Shit, Corey,” he exclaimed. “This is so gay. All right, just once. But if you tell anyone, I’m going to kick your ass.” I smiled to myself.

 

I rolled over and lay on top of him. I knew it would probably be my one and only chance, and I wanted to make it good.

 

My heart was pounding as my lips approached his. He closed his eyes and grimaced. Our lips touched lightly at first. Then I took the back of his head and pulled him in closer. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest. He began to return the kiss. I opened my mouth and let him stick his tongue into mine as I continued to passionately kiss him. I could feel his cock begin to harden under me. I rolled around on him, our hard cocks rubbing against each other. He was moaning slightly.

 

We continued kissing and rubbing our bodies together for about two minutes. He then took my head and pushed it down to his cock. I took him completely in my mouth and deep throated him. He continued moaning as he thrust into my mouth. A few minutes later, he erupted, and I swallowed his warm cum. I moved my way up his body to give him another kiss. He turned his head when I approached his mouth. He never let me kiss him again.

 

* * * * * 

 

When I walked into class, he was again sitting in the front row beside Cindy. They were talking, but he stopped and watched me walk to the back of the room. Cindy watched him watch me. She grabbed the side of his head and gave him a quick kiss. I could see him still watching me out of the corner of his eye as he returned her kiss.

 

I did the assignment instead of falling asleep. I was all right as long as I didn’t look down at the front row and see Brett’s curly hair from behind. A couple of times he would look back, but I would always look down at my paper so he wouldn’t know I was looking at him.

 

About halfway through class my cell phone started vibrating. Without the teacher seeing me, I carefully took it out to see who was calling. Instead, there was a text message from Brett.

 

MEET ME AFTER SCHOOL

 

He turned around several times to see if I had received his message. Each time I ignored him. I wanted him to leave me alone. He’s the one who didn’t want to continue our friendship. I couldn’t imagine him saying anything to me that would make me feel any better.

 

My phone began to vibrate again. I looked at the message. Again, Brett.

 

PLEASE

 

I knew he wouldn’t leave me alone until I messaged him back.

 

NO

 

I watched him take out his phone and read the message. He looked back sadly at me. I met his eyes briefly and then looked away. I felt I was going to break down again. I gathered my books and told the teacher that I didn’t feel well. She wrote me a pass to go to the clinic.

 

I went outside, sat down at a bench and put my head in my hands. I was trying hard not to cry. I thought I could get past Brett and move on, but it was hurting more each day. His repeated efforts to get me to talk to him were heartbreaking. I knew he was feeling guilty by what he had done, but I didn’t want to talk to him and absolve the pain he was feeling. If he were hurting as bad as I was, it wouldn’t be enough.

 

When the bell rang, I got up and headed back inside. As I stepped into the hallway, Brett put his hand on my shoulder.

 

“Corey,” he said softly.

 

“Don’t Brett,” I insisted sternly. “Just leave me alone.” I looked into his hurt face as tears formed in my eyes. I turned and headed off to my next class. I could hardly see my way through my tears. I took my sleeve and wiped them away. Several students noticed and gave me a questioning look. I looked away and hurried on to class. When I walked in, I bumped into another student, almost knocking him to the ground.

 

“Sorry,” I apologized quickly.

 

“It’s okay, really.” I heard a soft voice respond. I looked up and was staring into the smiling face of Adrian, Reverend Baker’s son.

 

“Hi, Adrian,” I said. I had forgotten that he was in my calculus class. It was my favorite class, and I always sat in the front row. I now remembered him sitting towards the back. He was so shy that most students paid little attention to him.

 

I looked at him carefully. He was an attractive guy, but his shy demeanor made him almost unnoticeable. He was six foot tall and probably weighed about 180. His dark hair was cut short, and he had dark brown eyes.

 

“You alright, Corey?” he asked as I walked over to my desk. “My dad was pretty hard on you the other night.”

“I’m all right,” I assured him. The bell rang and Ms. Everett walked into the class and asked everyone to take a seat. Adrian looked around and then sat down beside me. I was puzzled why he would move from the back of the room to the front.

 

“You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?” he asked. I just shrugged my shoulders.

 

“I’m not doing well in this class,” he said shyly. “I thought maybe you could help me.”

 

“Sure. No problem.” I looked over at him and smiled. He returned an embarrassed smile.

 

“It’s just that my dad’s going to take away my car if I fail this class.”

 

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I laughed. “He might even threaten that you’ll go to Hell.” We both started laughing.

 

“Listen, Corey. I’m really sorry about the other night. He was way out of line attacking you like that.”

 

“You don’t have to keep apologizing for your dad, Adrian,” I assured him. “I don’t hold you responsible just because your father is an asshole.” He looked at me with a hurt expression.

 

“Sorry,” I apologized.

 

“It’s all right,” he replied. “I don’t have any friends because of him. He criticized everyone I brought home. After a while, I just quit having friends.”

 

He looked away and took his book out of his backpack, but I could tell he was trying desperately to blink away tears. Ms. Everett handed out the assignment and told us we could work together as long as we remained quiet.

 

“Why are you taking this class?” I asked. “It’s not mandatory.”

 

“My Dad.” He looked at me and frowned. “Says he doesn’t want me loafing in school. You know- idle hands...”

 

I finished the quote, “Are the devil’s workshop.” He nodded.

 

“If he only knew what I was doing with these idle hands.” He looked at me and blushed. We both began laughing. The teacher looked up and asked us to get quiet.

 

“Yeah,” I laughed, holding up my right hand. “In that case, I’ll never go to Hell.” We started laughing again. Ms. Everett warned us that she was going to separate us if we didn’t get quiet. I knew she wasn’t serious. I think she was happy to see Adrian finally talking to someone.

 

We worked together the rest of period without any more interruptions. We would look over at each other, hold up our hand and then start giggling. For someone so reserved, he was fun to be around.

 

I could also tell why he was failing the course. He had no idea what we were doing. There was no way he should have been placed in the class. He admitted that he had struggled all through school with math classes. He had squeaked by with D’s in his algebra classes. He only passed because of his quiet demeanor. I think teachers felt sorry for him because he struggled so hard.

 

“I don’t understand this at all.” He put his head in his hands and sighed. “I just know I’m going to lose my car.”

 

“Come on, Adrian.” I tried to sound cheerful. “I’ll get you through this. We’ll study together.”

 

“Yeah, right.” He looked at me. “Someone like you would help someone like me.”

 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

 

“Star football jock helping the preacher’s son,” he said sadly.

 

“Ex-football star,” I informed him.

 

“Really?” he asked surprisingly. “What happened?”

 

“It’s kind of personal.”

 

“I see.” He looked into my eyes. “None of my business.”

 

I looked over at him and smiled. He returned the smile. I was afraid for a minute that I had been a little too abrupt in my answer. The bell rang, and we began to get ready to leave.

 

“Want to join me for lunch?” I asked. I really didn’t know where he went for lunch. In the four years we’d been in school, I don’t recall once ever seeing him in the cafeteria.

 

“I don’t eat lunch in the cafeteria,” he replied. He patted his backpack. “I brown bag it.”

 

“Oh, okay,” I frowned. I was really hoping that we could spend some more time together. I was beginning to like him as a friend, even if he did have an asshole for a father. He must have noticed the disappointed look on my face.

 

“I have enough for two,” he said quickly. “That is, if you’re interested.”

 

“You sure?” I didn’t want to eat his lunch and have him go hungry.

 

“Yeah,” he said. “But I don’t eat in the cafeteria.” We got up and I followed him out of the classroom and down the hall. He headed to the south side of the building and walked outside. There was a small wall that ran around the sidewalk. We walked over to it and sat down.

 

He opened his bag and handed me half of his club sandwich. He then opened a bag of potato chips and placed it between us. The sandwich was really good. It was better than any I had ever had in a deli.

 

“Mmm,” I said. “This is really good. Who made this?”

 

“Me,” he responded shyly. “I make most of my meals. My Mom and Dad are never home.”

 

“Well, this is really good.” I said licking the mayonnaise from my fingers. “Would you marry me?” I laughed, but then I noticed the shocked look on Adrian’s face.

 

“I’m sorry, Man,” I apologized. “It was just a joke. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

 

“It’s all right,” he smiled. “Forget it.” We continued to eat in silence.

 

Occasionally, we would look at each other and smile. I was beginning to like Adrian. He was so different from most of my jock friends. I didn’t feel I had to hide things from him. He already knew I was gay, and he was still willing to talk to me.

 

“Adrian!” I heard someone yell excitedly. “There you are.” I looked up as Charlie ran up and gave him a huge hug. “I was worried about you.”

 

“Corey!” She shrieked, leaned over and gave me a hug. “I didn’t know you guys knew each other.”

 

“We just met.” Adrian blushed as she looked back and forth at us with a smile. She looked at me and noticed the confused look on my face.

 

“We’re cousins,” she explained as she wrapped her arm around Adrian. “But we’re more like brother and sister.”

 

“That means Reverend Baker is your...” I didn’t even finish the sentence.

 

“Uncle,” she frowned. “You know him?”

 

“Does he know him?” Adrian began to laugh. “He told him to fuck off the other night.” He began to blush. Charlie gave him a surprised look and began laughing.

 

“In eighteen years,” she walked over and hugged him, “I’ve never heard you cuss. I see that Corey is having a positive influence on you.” We all began to laugh.

 

“Just don’t tell Dad,” he begged worriedly.

 

“Right, Adrian,” she laughed. “I haven’t talked to your father in four years. Remember, I’m the black sheep in the family.”

 

“You too?” I laughed holding my hand up. She slapped it. Just then the bell rang. We began cleaning up our mess. We headed into the building. Charlie pulled me back and let Adrian walk in front of us. She leaned up and whispered in my ear.

 

“Be gentle, Corey.” She looked at Adrian. “He’s fragile.” She walked ahead and grabbed him by the arm. They darted off down the hall. I was left wondering what she meant by her last statement.

 

* * * * *

 

“You ever wonder who you’ll end up falling in love with and marrying some day?” Brett asked me. I had just turned fifteen a few weeks earlier, and he was spending the night.

 

“Yeah.” I looked over and saw him lying on his back looking up at the ceiling. “You,” I said to myself. He looked over at me and smiled.

 

“She’ll be real pretty and have huge boobs,” he grinned. My spirit immediately deflated. For a brief moment I thought he was thinking the same thing as me.

 

“Kids,” he continued. “I want lots of kids.” I was becoming more depressed as he continued to talk. By now I had already accepted the fact that I was probably gay. I had dreamed of Brett and me spending our lives together. It was the first time we had ever talked about the future.

 

“Sounds good, Brett,” I said sadly as I rolled over and turned away with a tear in my eye.

 

“And I’m going to have sex every night,” he said as he spooned me and placed his hard cock against my ass. He pulled out the Vaseline, applied some to his cock, and rubbed it against my ass. It was the first time we had sex and I didn’t enjoy it.

 

* * * * *

 

I looked around for Adrian during the afternoon, but I didn’t see him. I did see Charlie once and she gave me a goofy smile. Just when I thought I had her figured out, she becomes another mystery.

 

Brett looked disappointed when I went to chemistry class and took another seat on the opposite side of the room. My new lab partner was a shy girl named Sheila. She seemed overwhelmed that I had sat beside her. She tried to start several conversations with me, but she always ending up nervously giggling. Girls.

 

Brett watched me the entire period. We were supposed to be taking notes, but I didn’t see him write anything down. I guess he was depending on his new partner- Jason Alvarez. He was a stoner who was always staring off into space. If Brett was depending on him, then he wouldn’t get today’s notes.

 

When the bell rang, Brett marched over to me, grabbed me by my arm and started to pull me away.

 

“Corey, we need to talk,” he insisted as he roughly led me to the door.

 

“No, we don’t,” I said angrily as I sucker punched him in the jaw.

 

“Rule Number 7. Don’t put your fucking hands on me again,” I said angrily as I walked out. He had an astonished look as he rubbed the side of his face.

Thanks for reading. I hope you are enjoying the story.

Copyright © 2006 by Ronyx
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It seems to me Brett was giving off plenty of signals about not being gay and Corey has only himself to blame for ignoring the truth for years. He's also an idiot for lying to Brian. Why didn't he say he had a huge fight with Brett, and they are no longer friends, so he's given up football? That way the team wouldn't only blame Corey. I'm beginning to wonder if Corey has a touch of Aspergers, since he's smart book-wise, but utterly inept about interacting with people and understanding them.

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2 hours ago, piet said:

Not sure why Charlie (a known lesbian) kissing Corey would get Brett jealous

All straight guys seem to fantasize about ‘sleeping’ with a Lesbian couple. Plus I used to have a Lesbian neighbor who seemingly dated more men in the time that I knew her than I've ever dated. She did date a few women too though. Women tend to be more fluid in their sexuality than men.

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5 hours ago, BlindAmbition said:

 It is quite clear, Brett gave Corey all the clues. He can't be blamed for that. However, I feel he certainly was a user. Now he sees that karma can be a real bitch! 

In an earlier chapter, Corey indicated he knew Brett's straight, and these flashbacks show the same thing. However, Corey also indicated that he had initiated all of their sexual encounters, which would mean that Brett was not a user. The flashback in this chapter seems to show otherwise, so is it the exception, or had there been things earlier where Corey was the one who started the sex, and the flashback was partway through an encounter? 

 

Corey is still hurting, but he's enjoying Adrian's company. Adrian seems to be at least a partial antidote for Corey's pain. I hope that continues. 

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24 minutes ago, Graeme said:

In an earlier chapter, Corey indicated he knew Brett's straight, and these flashbacks show the same thing. However, Corey also indicated that he had initiated all of their sexual encounters, which would mean that Brett was not a user. The flashback in this chapter seems to show otherwise, so is it the exception, or had there been things earlier where Corey was the one who started the sex, and the flashback was partway through an encounter? 

 

Corey is still hurting, but he's enjoying Adrian's company. Adrian seems to be at least a partial antidote for Corey's pain. I hope that continues. 

Your assessments are correct. Corey did initiate. 

 My feelings about Brett  are because he didn't stop Corey. Sure, he didn't want to upset Corey. However, I also think easy way for him to get off. 

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Yay Corey! Brett deserved every bit of that punch! I hope Corey did some damage! Corey also doesn't need any of the other asshole jocks! For those of u that are sticking up for Brett and blaming Corey, here's my opinion on it. True, Corey knew deep down Brett wasn't gay and he didn't feel the same, and was the one to always initiate sex. HOWEVER...Brett could have very easily just told Corey that he wasn't gay and not interested. Oh, but instead he made a conscious descision to use Corey as an easy way to get off. He played with Corey's feelings, then tossed him aside when he had enough! BRETT ABSOLUTELY USED COREY! I have no respect for heartless assholes like him! Moving on, Lol, Adrian seems like a pretty nice guy. Maybe in the closet and potential future love interest for Corey?? 

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4 hours ago, jaysalmn said:

 True, Corey knew deep down Brett wasn't gay and he didn't feel the same, and was the one to always initiate sex. HOWEVER...Brett could have very easily just told Corey that he wasn't gay and not interested. Oh, but instead he made a conscious decision to use Corey as an easy way to get off. He played with Corey's feelings, then tossed him aside when he had enough! BRETT ABSOLUTELY USED COREY!

 

You might as well say that Corey used Brett to get off. He pressured Brett for intimacy every change he got, even when Brett was trying to avoid it. We're only seeing the past from Corey's point of view, yet it's pretty clear he's never told Brett about being in love with him or being gay. They are both willfully ignoring the signs in order to preserve the semblance of being best friends. Maybe Brett felt unable to repudiate Corey's advances because he didn't want to hurt Corey by saying no to fooling around, since that was all it was to him. Ever heard the expression 'friends with benefits' ?

I'm not saying Brett doesn't share the blame, and I'm have no objection to Corey ignoring him or even hitting him, but I  object to him being accused of consciously deciding to use Corey. Should he have said yes to being seduced? Absolutely. But he's a horny teen. Should Corey have been honest with Brett about being gay? Absolutely. But he's a stupid, scared teen. They are both paying the price for their mistakes, and I'm fine with that.

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4 hours ago, jaysalmn said:

Yay Corey! Brett deserved every bit of that punch! I hope Corey did some damage! Corey also doesn't need any of the other asshole jocks! For those of u that are sticking up for Brett and blaming Corey, here's my opinion on it. True, Corey knew deep down Brett wasn't gay and he didn't feel the same, and was the one to always initiate sex. HOWEVER...Brett could have very easily just told Corey that he wasn't gay and not interested. Oh, but instead he made a conscious descision to use Corey as an easy way to get off. He played with Corey's feelings, then tossed him aside when he had enough! BRETT ABSOLUTELY USED COREY! I have no respect for heartless assholes like him! Moving on, Lol, Adrian seems like a pretty nice guy. Maybe in the closet and potential future love interest for Corey?? 

Can I present an alternative interpretation? That Brett loves Corey so much that accepted having sex with Corey because he wanted Corey to be happy. Corey asks him for sex and, despite being straight, he lets Corey have what he wants. Wouldn't you consider that to be love? Eventually, Brett realises he can't continue, and he stops it when he can, but there's a lot of history before he gets to that point. He's young, he makes mistakes, and he's probably scared he'd lose Corey as a friend if he says 'No'...and guess what's happened?

 

One of the things I would really like to know is what Brett is going through. From what Corey is seeing (rather than what Corey is interpreting), I think Brett may very well be in as much pain as Corey. He doesn't want to lose his best friend, but being honest with him seems to have had exactly that result. How many gay teenagers know what that feels like? How being honest after years of implicit dishonesty results in having a friend walk away from them? Even hit them? What Corey is doing to Brett looks to me like a friend breaking off a friendship because they've finally learnt the truth. Yes, because we're aware of Corey's thoughts and emotions, we know what's really happening, but look at it from Brett's point of view. He's finally built up the courage to be honest with his best friend and his best friend has not only walked away from those years of friendship, but has even hit him to emphasise that he doesn't want anything to do with him.

 

All of that is just a theory because we don't know what's going on inside Brett's head, but it's consistent with what's been written so far.

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I'm certain that Bret loves Corey, in his own way. He just doesn't know how to tell him that. Bret's trying to figure out his sexuality. He's also slowly realizing how badly he effed up. 

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I see what ur saying, but there's also "We can't do this. We're best friends and I don't wanna mess that up" Yeah, Brett never said that, did he? Brett knew how Corey felt about him, and used it. Back in the day, I had a friend that came on to me that I didn't have the same feelings for. I said that exact same phrase. No feelings were hurt, and to this day we're still good friends. I do agree that Corey isn't totally innocent, but Brett being the "straight" one and not saying no holds the most blame as far as I'm concerned.

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Corey won't even give Bret the chance to say anything to him. Yes, Corey's hurting right now, but we don't know that Bret isn't. We don't know what's in Bret's head. We only know what's in Corey's head. Right now, it's easier for Corey to deal with the pain by looking at Bret as the enemy. And I had a friend while I was in high school/first year of college who I messed around with as often as possible (we lived 6 hours away from each other, we started messing around when I was 12 and lived down the street from him), he decided he was straight my freshman year of college didn't know how to tell me. He still had sex with me one last time before he told me. I know what Corey's going through. 

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3 hours ago, jaysalmn said:

Brett knew how Corey felt about him, and used it. 

 

:huh: How did he know that? Please point us to a place in the story where Cory admits he's gay or tell Brett he loves him as more than a friend..

 

And I agree completely with @Graeme

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Wow, you guys are vicious!  :lol:

 

Of course, you guys all wrote these comments in April and probably won't even see this! haha

 

Anywho...I'm too tired to go back to see who wrote what, but I agree with everyone who said we don't know what Brett's going through; we only know Corey's side of things. You can't tell me that Brett didn't love Corey -- as a best friend. You can't tell me that Brett isn't hurting because that friendship appears to be over. Brett didn't want to end the friendship; he only wanted to end the sex part of it. I'm not taking Brett's side, and I'm not taking Corey's side. I'm just saying that they're both hurting. Brett lost a best friend, and Corey lost a best friend whom he was in love with.

 

On to some other characters: I absolutely LOVE Charlie! She's the best! Haha, the town dyke's uncle is the reverend/pastor/whatever he is! lol I'm so glad Adrian has her for a cousin. :) I hope Corey and Adrian can be good friends. I think they both need each other right now.

 

 

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19 minutes ago, Lisa said:

Wow, you guys are vicious!  :lol:

Hey, Lisa, you know that things are tame around here compared with LitLover’s Choices! The complaints about Brett are mild compared with that serial disappointment, Alek! I will agree that Adrian’s sperm-donor is much worse than Alek.

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13 minutes ago, droughtquake said:

Hey, Lisa, you know that things are tame around here compared with LitLover’s Choices! The complaints about Brett are mild compared with that serial disappointment, Alek! I will agree that Adrian’s sperm-donor is much worse than Alek.

Oh yeah, for sure! Ah! My favorite term for asshole "fathers" -- sperm donor! Did you steal that from me? :rofl:

 

Alek would NEVER be like Adrian's sperm donor. I hope Adrian's sperm donor rots in hell with all his religious zealot Bible thumpers. :lol: 

 

I know you guys go at it with Team Alek and Team Nathan. I don't always have time to read every single line of every comment. Sshhh, don't tell anyone I said that! Sometimes I'm lucky I have time to read the damn chapter! haha  As you can see, I'm way behind on this one!!

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32 minutes ago, Lisa said:

Oh yeah, for sure! Ah! My favorite term for asshole "fathers" -- sperm donor! Did you steal that from me? :rofl:

Sorry Lisa, you weren’t the first to use this term. I’d heard it long before I started visiting GA.  ;-)

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11 hours ago, droughtquake said:

Sorry Lisa, you weren’t the first to use this term. I’d heard it long before I started visiting GA.  ;-)

Hahah, no I know I wasn't the one who coined that phrase eons ago; I meant here on GA every time there's an asshole 'father' in a story, I always call him the sperm donor. That's what I meant. :)

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