Friday, 26 August 2016

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Thursday, 25 August 2016

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Friday, 12 August 2016

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Saturday, 6 August 2016

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Damn it was a hot night – and my stupidly tight skinny jeans were making my legs feel like they were on fire. I was very grateful for my ripped tee shirt I can tell you. The weathermen had promised us a really hot night too – it wasn’t gonna drop past twenty degrees – scorcher! Still, as hot as it was, I wasn’t gonna miss a chance to hold her hand – or to hold her in my arms and dance with her. I grabbed her hand as we walked down to the bus stop. “You look lovely,” I blurted out. I grinned embarrassedly at her. Jeez, I really had to rein it in – I was being a total doofus around her tonight...

Dallas...

  I sat and stared into space. I wasn’t really thinking about anything, which was rather nice for a change – it really didn’t happen very often. I mostly had to force myself to not think about Sean and what I’d done to him – but since I’d met Celeste here last week I had to admit that my quiet moments had actually been spent thinking about her – what she was doing – why she came to see Ellis – what made her tick… Shit – I was in all kinds of trouble now - I was falling for her.

James...













I picked up my mobile phone and pressed the favourites key.
The phone took a while to answer and I bit my lip as I checked the time on the dashboard. Damn, it was way after ten o’clock. James might be busy…
He eventually answered, “What have you done this time?” came his sleepy voice.
I pinched the bridge of my nose between my finger and thumb and closed my eyes, “Remember Savannah?”
He yawned, “The tutor?”
I rubbed my eyes, “Yeah, I think I upset her.” I told him about the date from asking her out to right up until she ran away from me.
“Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it?” he asked.
Not to me it wasn’t, “Is it?” I asked, “If it’s obvious to you then please tell me what I’ve done wrong because I’m clueless, dude.”

Tyler...





She stared at me. She really didn’t get it, did she?
How could she not realise how I felt about her? How could she believe that what we had together wasn’t the most perfect thing in the world? How could she think so little of me that she thought I considered her a plaything? A toy to be discarded once a shiny new one came along?
I didn’t know what was going on with Lydia but she was definitely lying to me. She felt the same way as I did – I could see it in her eyes. She was in as much pain as I was being separated from me as I was from her. So why was she pretending otherwise?

Vegas...


Friday, 29 July 2016

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Tuesday, 12 July 2016

Three days to go...



I blamed my parents.
What sort of a name was Angel for a guy anyway?
They’d set my future in stone with that decision.
And no. I wasn’t gay... I just liked guys, that’s all. I liked the way they looked. I liked their bodies... It didn’t make me gay.
“You coming, Angel?”
I looked up. Harry, Justin and Brad were stood looking at me with perfectly matching frowns on their faces. I shook myself and nodded. Shit. I really had to stop zoning out every time we came to watch the ice hockey. “Sure, sure.” I said as I gathered my belonging and followed them out to the foyer.
Harry grinned at me, “Lusting after the captain again, huh?” he asked quietly.
I snorted rudely, “Sod off,” I hissed at him, “I told you I found him attractive in confidence.”
He nodded, “I know you did – I haven’t told either of those two – chill out.”
I sighed, “I’m not gay.” I said. I was beginning to sound like a broken record...
“Sure, sure.” He nodded, “I never said you were, mate – but you might want to consider the possibility that you’re bi-sexual if it’s less abhorrent to you, but you know, we are in 2016. It’s no great surprise to people anymore when guys come out – sooner or later no one will have to come out. It’ll just be normal – because it is normal, Angel. Anyone who says otherwise is just ignorant.”
I nodded. I did know that – and I was sure I wasn’t homophobic... not really.... “Yeah, maybe.” I acknowledged. “But I really do love Kayleigh...”
Kayleigh was my girlfriend and I did, I really loved her. We’d been best friends since we met in school when we were twelve. We’d decided to give being a couple a go at the end of school when we went to prom together and ended up kissing. It was great kissing her and feeling her up. She was all soft and lovely and it felt safe and nice... Yeah. I know, don’t roll your eyes at me, I do realise that’s not really enough...
Harry scratched his neck and looked at me with a slight frown. “Have you guys, you know... done it, yet?”
What sort of a question was that? I raised an eyebrow, “And that’s your business because?” I asked.
Harry blushed, “God, sorry – yeah – you’re right, it really is none of my business...”
I sighed. I knew he was only concerned about me. He was a great friend really. “No.” I said quietly, “We haven’t. We uh, we want to wait until it feels right.”
Harry nodded, his face grave, “Let me give you a tip.” He said, “If you were really into her like that – it would already feel right. Your problem is that you’ve chosen the wrong team, mate – you’re into guys – whether you like it or not.”
Oh, shit. Why did Harry always have to voice my worst fears...?

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Sunday, 10 July 2016

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 “Stop that Travis! We’ll be late for school.”
I tried my best to hurry up but it wasn’t easy – this was why we had to set off early – my OCD about not walking on the cracks in the pavement – but today we’d managed to oversleep and therefore we were running late and I was freaking out... “But I can’t walk on the cracks!” I wailed.
Mum rolled her eyes, no doubt in response to yet another one of her son’s freaky superstitions – God only knows where I’d picked them up from – I think Mum thought I secretly trawled the internet for new and exciting ways to give her a mental breakdown. Or maybe it was me who was having a mental breakdown, who knows... I was almost eleven, in my last year of junior school and I was quite aware that I was kind of different to the rest of my classmates – for starters I was streets ahead of them at maths and science – secondly I didn’t find it all that easy to makes friends – I had one really close friend, Gabby who I spent most of my time with – mostly everyone else avoided us – we were the freaky kids – too clever and too weird to be mates with. Whatever...
Mum grabbed me by the arm and pulled me across the road towards the school building. I lost my footing a little as we reached the other side of the road and I stepped on a crack. Letting out a yowl of total horror, I stopped and stared at her, “Look what you made me do!” I screamed, “I’m gonna have such bad luck all day now, Mum! And it’s all your fault!”
She shook her head with a little sigh and stroked my hair away from my forehead. She leaned down and kissed my forehead and then steered me gently towards the school gates, where Gabby was waiting patiently for me. I attempted to smile at her as I wiped the tears from my eyes that had sprung up out of nowhere. “No, you’re not,” Mum said firmly but gently, “You’re going to ace your maths test and you’ll be top of the class – you’ll see.”
This, of course she knew with absolute certainty. I wasn’t only freaky about cracks in the pavement and black cats and ladders – and God help me, Friday the 13th – I was also freaky about numbers. I have no idea how, but I could just do maths without even thinking about it.
I grinned at her, “I am, aren’t I?” I said joyfully; instantly forgetting about my earlier distress, “Thanks Mum,” I flung my arms around her and gave her a big hug, “I’ll see you later – you will be here, won’t you?” A feeling of dread swept through me. I’d stepped on that crack, after all – that definitely meant something bad would happen today. Maybe she’d forget to fetch me...
She nodded firmly, “Of course I will, honey – I’d never leave you stranded...”
No. Of course she wouldn’t. My mum loved me. She’d never leave...