Small Things {Updated 3-23-09}
Medagic:
Aww. :-[ That last line was awfully depressing... :'(
Which is actually fantastic for the story! Very well written! :)
Kill-Frankie:
^^ Yeah, I know. I'd had that last line hanging around in my head the entire time I was writing.
Thank you very much for the comment.
Kill-Frankie:
Two
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I grimaced at the way too sugary bubblegum photo in the personal ads and wondered how Alex had talked me into this. Sighing, I set the paper aside and stretched out on the deck. “Young, happy gay couple,” I mumbled with a smile. “All that’s missing is your bastard.” I drew away from the word and shook my head.
I wondered how Alex had talked me into it, what kind of round-about way he’d phrased it so I wouldn’t outright say, “Yes,” but I’d say, “Maybe,” or, “Whatever makes you happy, sweetie, dearest, honey-pie.” But that was true. Most times, if it made Alex happy, I was happy. If he was happy then I was ecstatic.
“Hey, Thierry.” I jumped and turned, smiling at hearing him laugh. He hadn’t for at least two weeks. Anything that even resembled a smile or laugh was enough to make my day.
“Alex,” I sang, nodding at the paper in front of me. “How you did it, I don’t know, but we’re in the paper and it’s not a controversy. Yet, at least.”
He rolled his eyes at me and smacked my arm. “Well, if someone comes here again don’t say ‘Screw you and everyone else in this intolerant town’,” he mumbled, picking up the paper himself. He smiled wistfully and cocked an eyebrow. “Where’d you get the photo?”
I rolled my eyes and blushed. “It was the, uh”—I laughed—“day after our Union.” He hissed and smiled.
“Very nice! Lying about your age like a true woman.” He grinned, turning back to the paper, scanning the text underneath, making sure everything was right and that no one had messed with it. He checked our phone number and address two and ten times. “How long do you think it’ll take?”
I shrugged. “Depends on the teen pregnancy rate, along with how many of them decide to actually give it up for adoption.” Which wasn’t many, I’d found. There were two or three pregnant in my English II class alone, though through the snippets of conversation I’d heard, they all talked excitedly about baby clothes and cribs, and I would quietly fume in the corner. Of course, who was I to tell them to give their child up? They’d worked hard to make it, so why not keep it, and it didn’t seem as if it was going to ruin their lives like all the Health class videos showed them. Mom and Dad would have open arms when it came to the screaming, pooping bundle of joy. God forbid they give it to someone who actually wanted it. Especially a couple of f—
“Thierry.”
I jumped again, jolting back to attention. Alex watched me amusedly. “You zoned out,” he said, kissing me on the forehead.
“Sorry,” I mumbled. “Just thinking.” He nodded and laid down t my feet, his hands on his stomach as he watched the sky. I wondered what he was thinking, watching the clouds go by. I looked up too, waiting almost.
Maybe a kid would drop out of sky.
lonleyma1000:
very nice
lilroselou:
oh dear i can see myself stalking this thread from now on, the writing is fab and i love the plot line (first story without pictures that ive been enticed to read in a little while) so i shall be lurking. Cant wait for pictures now as not having them so far has built up suspense of what your characters will be like.
cant wait for the next update!
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