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...

Wednesday, 6 July 2016

Riverside Series meets Boys Next Door meet Studs and Steel...

I ordered my drink and sat back in the bar stool watching the bubbles rising to the top of the glass. I rarely drank. Rarely got a day off if I’m honest – but you don’t turn twenty-one every day and so I’d gotten a whole weekend off.
My attention was caught by one of the barmen. He was talking about one of the dancers but then the guy he was talking to mentioned a name...
“Did you know Leo could dance like that?” I heard the guy next to me at the bar ask his co-worker and a tingling sensation went through me from my head to my toes, “Would you look at that. I thought he was training to be a chef at that fancy restaurant in Stoney Croft – not to be a pole-dancer.”
“Oh, wow.” The other one breathed, “I thought he was into motor sport, I had no idea he could move like that.” He was quite clearly admiring what he was seeing. 
I frowned. Leo? Okay so there had to be more than one Leo on the planet, but put together with the rest – being a chef at the only restaurant in Stoney Croft? And being into motorsport? Well, it was just too much of a coincidence. I turned around slowly and followed the line of sight that the guys behind the bar were looking – with their tongues hanging out of their mouths.
My stomach nearly dropped through my arse, “Oh, holy hell.” I breathed as I took in the writhing sexy body wrapped around the pole on the central podium, “Leo...”
Brad leaned across and whispered in my ear, “So, what about him?” he nodded towards Leo, “wanna spend the night dancing with him?” he asked.
I didn’t have to even think about it, “Definitely.” I said, “I don’t want anyone else.” I never have...

I could hear someone singing softly on the next aisle from where I was stood. He seemed to only be singing the verses to the song – as if he wanted someone to chime in with the chorus... well, I was happy to oblige. I waited until he came to the end of the next line and then I started to softly sing the chorus. I stopped and waited to see if he’d continue the song.
He did. This was kind of fun. I pulled out a book and peered through the bookshelf. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I found myself eye-to-eye with Jules....
Mum always reckoned that if she could stop singing and someone carried on the song – they were totally in tune with you – like you had a connection... and I was pretty damned sure I had a connection with Jules...
Making him see that while he was still nursing a broken heart was gonna be a challenge... I could see that but I was also willing to give it a go...
I still wasn’t sure if I was in love with Jules – or in love with the idea of being in love with Jules – and I guess I was never gonna find out unless I took the bull by the horns and asked him out.
“Hi,” I said, “What are you doing in here?”
He raised an eyebrow, “Why shouldn’t I be in here?’ he asked, “I like poetry.”
It was my turn to raise an eyebrow, “Poetry?”
He nodded, “Why, what’s on your side?”
I looked at the shelves. I hadn’t really been taking much notice – I’d followed the sound of his beautiful voice if I was gonna be completely honest. “Motorcross and uh, BMXing.”
He nodded, “Wow, Chas,” He said, “I didn't know you were into that?”
I swallowed hard and shook my head, “I'm not really.” I admitted with my heart slamming against my ribs painfully, “But I’m into you.”

“Please don’t leave me.” Sam whispered, breaking my heart and making me wonder just what the hell I thought I was doing.
But I knew I was doing the right thing – there was only one way forward for us – and that was for me to go crawling back to Dad – then I’d have money. I could make something of myself and then I’d go back and find Sam – and I’d get him out of that awful place and I’d look after him…
“I have to, Sam – but don’t give up on me – I’ll come back for you – I promise.” 
I broke that promise – not on purpose – I went back and he’d gone and I had no idea where to find him… 
Peyton is the owner of the swanky new nightclub, Studs and Steel. He's already been involved in a hit and run and was lucky to come away from that with nothing more than a broken leg. 
Now he's been shot at point blank range and is recovering in hospital. 
He's got an ex-girlfriend and a son who could also be in danger, an ex-boyfriend that he's desperate to find and now to complicate matters even more, he's got a hotter than hot bodyguard watching his every move...

Friday, 1 July 2016

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 I fished out my mobile and scrolled through the contacts until I found the one person who would be able to sort my head out… My nearest and dearest cousin, Madison.
“Well, hello gorgeous.” Came his almost immediate response to his phone ringing.
“I need you. I need coffee and I need chocolate.” I blurted out desperately.
“Mm-hmm.” I could see him in my mind’s eye nodding and stroking his chin thoughtfully, “Do you also need a big fluffy pillow, a foot massage and a box set of Ugly Betty?”
“Yes.” I wailed down the phone.
He chuckled, “Come on over, I’ll put the kettle on.”
I knocked on his door and he immediately answered, gathering me in and fussing over me, “Oh, babe.” He said, “You look so stressed out – what’s the matter?”
I allowed him to usher me through to the kitchen and I pulled out one of the chairs at the large kitchen table which dominated the room, “Oh, God.” I put my head in my hands and groaned.
Madison came hurrying back across the room, armed with two hot chocolates – with extra marshmallows on mine to give me a boost – and sat down opposite me, “You’re freaking me out now, babe,” he said, “What is it?”
I shook my head and looked up at him, “I may have a crush – on someone I have no business having a crush on.”
His eyes almost popped out of his head, “A girl?” he asked incredulously.
I nearly spat my chocolate across the table, “No!” I spluttered, “Don’t be ridiculous!”
He grinned, “Well, who then?”
"Lachlan O'Shea," I breathed, "He's gorgeous."

I stared at True. “A letter from my mother?” My insides felt all wobbly and I was starting to lose feeling in my legs. I pulled out a chair and flopped down. Nausea threatened to have me running for the sink but I tried my best to stay calm.
She nodded, biting her lip. “I didn’t know whether to tell you or not…”
I swallowed. “It’s fine,” I lied, “I can handle it – give it here.”
She passed me the envelope and I took it with slightly shaky fingers. This was surreal. She’d never been able to write in all the time I’d known her – she lived only for the skunk and the sex… I shivered. She’d sold me to anyone for her next fix – and had enjoyed the whole sordid show too – I guess she could argue that she wasn’t fully aware but I’m not sure I would agree. In my opinion she just wasn’t quite right in the head…
“What does it say?” True asked quietly.
I shook my head, “Nothing much – just that she reckons she’s clean now and wants me to meet her and that she has a wonderful new boyfriend – how has she got a new boyfriend when she’s spent the last two years inside?”
True sighed and shook her head, “I have no idea – he must be one of those weird people that writes to the inmates.”
“Freak,” I muttered.
“Freak’s right.” She agreed, “Are you okay?”
I looked up into her beautiful face, all concerned for me and not in any way other than that of a sister who cared about me. This was my family – the Fletchers. They were the ones who had given me their surname to give me a new start in life and to make me less easy to find. Mum’s letter had come to me via the prison service. She didn’t know where to find me. I could just ignore this letter and never see her again…