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Authors: Claire Davis, Al Stewart
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“You’re a good boy.”
Mike appeared with a camera. “Smile nicely, boys. We can put this in the local newspaper. Be good publicity for us. Can I say you’re an ex-client, Tork?”
“Of course.”
“You mean our faces are gonna be in the local mag?” Adam demanded.
“I can blank your face out if you want, son?”
“No way. Just let me comb my hair, ’kay?”
His parents laughed. “Can we take you both out for a meal after you finish?” Dad asked. “We’ve come all this way. It would be nice to spend time with you both and get to know Tork and have a chat about Christmas.”
Adam glanced at Tork, wondering if it would be too much for him.
“We would love to. Thank you for the offer,” Tork said quickly, and Adam realised right there and then that he loved him. Of course, he’d already known it.
“Oh my god,” Adam said, as his parents wandered off, waving. “Wonders will never cease. Proud of me!” He laughed giddily.
“I’m sure they always were. Except maybe that time you stole his car.”
“And used his credit card once when I was drunk.”
“Hmm. You’ve come a long way. I didn’t know you’d told them about me.”
“Of course I did. Said you were like James Bond with green hair.”
They sold most of the models, even the fairly crap ones Adam had made, and eventually began to pack away. His hands were numb, and he was dying for a pee. He went inside to use the loo.
When he came back from the shelter with Mike, Adam saw the best thing ever. It took his breath away in one gigantic motion and made tears spring up against his eyelids. He clutched Mike’s arm.
“Wait,” he said.
Tork was standing outside the cathedral, talking to a man, a woman, and three children. The man had the same oriental features as Tork—the same smile, too.
“He came,” Adam said fiercely to Mike. “It’s Tork’s dad.” He gripped Mike’s arm tightly.
“Easy, son,” Mike said hoarsely.
“If they hurt him, I’ll—I’ll…”
“Yeah, me too,” said Mike.
But after a while, Tork beckoned them over, smiling.
Chapter Eleven
Tork
It was Christmas Eve, and also the day of the college Christmas dance. Their little Christmas tree was lit up with the origami models Adam had brought back from the garages this morning and resurrected with glitter. The star with attitude was right up on the top, catching the lights and casting pretty patterns on the carpet.
Beneath the tree were presents, some wrapped with paper from the thrift store.
“Are you sure you’re up to going to my olds tomorrow night? We can cry off if you’d rather stay here?”
“No, Adam, it’s fine. I am looking forward to it. No screaming in bed, though, in case your parents are listening.”
“Hmm, I guess not. Then meeting your gorgeous dad on Boxing Day. It’s like having Tork clones. You think he’d, y’know…?” Adam gave Tork a saucy wink.
“No,” Tork said firmly, snorting. Adam was pulling a shoe lace across the floor for Dickens, who was lazily dipping his paw into a cup of tea. Tork thought maybe he had made Adam wait long enough. “Adam? Shall we go out tonight?”
“Nah, it’s too cold. And I can’t afford it.”
“Oh. What if I said where we’re going, there is free champagne, and you get to dress up in the very finest suit that hangs in your wardrobe. I’d really like to see you in that suit. Everyone at the college would like to see you in that suit. You owe it to the world.”
Adam stared at him frowning. “I think you’ve inhaled too much glitter.”
“Maybe, but look what the Christmas fairies brought us.” Tork handed over the tickets. They were glossy, black, expensive. Once upon a time, he would have thought they were frivolous and stupid.
Adam’s blonde eyebrows shot back into his perfect hair.
Tork laughed softly. “I can see your fillings. Don’t rub your head, or I am not going with you.”
“But…”
“Yes?”
“But how?”
“Remember all that money you
Mike appeared with a camera. “Smile nicely, boys. We can put this in the local newspaper. Be good publicity for us. Can I say you’re an ex-client, Tork?”
“Of course.”
“You mean our faces are gonna be in the local mag?” Adam demanded.
“I can blank your face out if you want, son?”
“No way. Just let me comb my hair, ’kay?”
His parents laughed. “Can we take you both out for a meal after you finish?” Dad asked. “We’ve come all this way. It would be nice to spend time with you both and get to know Tork and have a chat about Christmas.”
Adam glanced at Tork, wondering if it would be too much for him.
“We would love to. Thank you for the offer,” Tork said quickly, and Adam realised right there and then that he loved him. Of course, he’d already known it.
“Oh my god,” Adam said, as his parents wandered off, waving. “Wonders will never cease. Proud of me!” He laughed giddily.
“I’m sure they always were. Except maybe that time you stole his car.”
“And used his credit card once when I was drunk.”
“Hmm. You’ve come a long way. I didn’t know you’d told them about me.”
“Of course I did. Said you were like James Bond with green hair.”
They sold most of the models, even the fairly crap ones Adam had made, and eventually began to pack away. His hands were numb, and he was dying for a pee. He went inside to use the loo.
When he came back from the shelter with Mike, Adam saw the best thing ever. It took his breath away in one gigantic motion and made tears spring up against his eyelids. He clutched Mike’s arm.
“Wait,” he said.
Tork was standing outside the cathedral, talking to a man, a woman, and three children. The man had the same oriental features as Tork—the same smile, too.
“He came,” Adam said fiercely to Mike. “It’s Tork’s dad.” He gripped Mike’s arm tightly.
“Easy, son,” Mike said hoarsely.
“If they hurt him, I’ll—I’ll…”
“Yeah, me too,” said Mike.
But after a while, Tork beckoned them over, smiling.
Chapter Eleven
Tork
It was Christmas Eve, and also the day of the college Christmas dance. Their little Christmas tree was lit up with the origami models Adam had brought back from the garages this morning and resurrected with glitter. The star with attitude was right up on the top, catching the lights and casting pretty patterns on the carpet.
Beneath the tree were presents, some wrapped with paper from the thrift store.
“Are you sure you’re up to going to my olds tomorrow night? We can cry off if you’d rather stay here?”
“No, Adam, it’s fine. I am looking forward to it. No screaming in bed, though, in case your parents are listening.”
“Hmm, I guess not. Then meeting your gorgeous dad on Boxing Day. It’s like having Tork clones. You think he’d, y’know…?” Adam gave Tork a saucy wink.
“No,” Tork said firmly, snorting. Adam was pulling a shoe lace across the floor for Dickens, who was lazily dipping his paw into a cup of tea. Tork thought maybe he had made Adam wait long enough. “Adam? Shall we go out tonight?”
“Nah, it’s too cold. And I can’t afford it.”
“Oh. What if I said where we’re going, there is free champagne, and you get to dress up in the very finest suit that hangs in your wardrobe. I’d really like to see you in that suit. Everyone at the college would like to see you in that suit. You owe it to the world.”
Adam stared at him frowning. “I think you’ve inhaled too much glitter.”
“Maybe, but look what the Christmas fairies brought us.” Tork handed over the tickets. They were glossy, black, expensive. Once upon a time, he would have thought they were frivolous and stupid.
Adam’s blonde eyebrows shot back into his perfect hair.
Tork laughed softly. “I can see your fillings. Don’t rub your head, or I am not going with you.”
“But…”
“Yes?”
“But how?”
“Remember all that money you
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