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having to share you
…
So many people stand between us.
But I will prevail over them all
,
And I’ll never give up on you.
From your true and faithful
Secret Admirer.
I’d always received fan letters; sometimes they were a bit on the kinky side, but this was different. Too personal for my taste, and with a creepy edge.
Could these lilies have been sent by the crazy boy from the bookstore? The two notes had a romantic slant to them, whereas the boy had no romantic feelings in his head – at least, not at the time I was looking.
After a turbulent night, I got up early the next day because I felt too jittery to stay in bed any longer.
The sun was shining brightly in the living room, and just for a moment it made me completely forget about creepy notes and Crazy Boy; my head didn’t even hurt any more. I sat on the couch and rested my head carefully on the cushions, appreciating how the morning light was bathing me in its warmth.
The boys were soon up and bustling around the house, preparing things for the barbecue we had planned to cook in the back garden, to kick off our official summer break. Every now and then one of the boys would again whistle
The Bodyguard
theme song to Josh, enjoying teasing him. Tiffany made an appearance in the garden wearing a lovely pair of light-blue shorts and a yellow, flowery, short-sleeved shirt that complemented her blonde curls perfectly. Later, Amanda also arrived, dressed in a colorful summer dress, quickly followed by Jamie with a couple of his friends. The day was especially warm and sunny, and it was nice to have everyone there. I spent time laughing and chatting with the boys, the memory of broken glass and eerie omens left completely behind.
As I left the group to get another drink, Harry approached, eyeing me cautiously. He was still acting a little weird. It seemed as if he was debating what to say; he bit his lower lip on the spot where his lip-ring used to be, which is something he always did when he was anxious. It was his nervous tick. The silence stretched out for a few seconds before he finally spoke.
“Hey, how are you doing?” he asked, watching me, worried. “Your head okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Stop worrying, I’m really okay, dude.” I tried to put on a brave face to reassure him, make him stop worrying about me.
“I’m so sorry, Joey,” he murmured quietly, gazing at me.
“What for, Harry? It was not your fault.”
“No, I mean, yesterday … after you got hurt.”
“Sorry about yesterday? Why?”
He glanced down quickly, like he was ashamed. “After they brought us upstairs, and you were hurt … I kept away from you. I didn’t want to upset Jackie, because she gets so jealous. I didn’t want her to make a scene; you had already been through so much. So I stayed at the back,” he explained. “But I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve been there for you, by your side. No matter what Jackie thought. I’m really sorry.”
“Harry, come on. You don’t need to be sorry, I understand.”
“But … am I forgiven? For being a crappy friend yesterday?” he asked, his emerald eyes brimming a little.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Harry.” I squeezed him in a tight hug. “You know I love you, Harry Bear.”
I felt a hundred times better after clarifying things with Harry. I knew then that it was going to be a good day.We had no work, no crowds of eager fans, no worries, no thinking about creepy letters – or at least I was going to try not to think about them – and Harry and I were okay again. Nothing could put a dampener on my spirits today.
Tristan was in charge of grilling the steaks while Seth and Sam were in charge of eating as many ribs as they possibly could. Seth vowed to only stop eating after he exploded.
Amanda, beautiful as always, chatted amiably with Tiffany while holding firmly on to her plate of salad. Her long, slim, beauty queen silhouette got plenty of admiring looks as she ambled around the
…
So many people stand between us.
But I will prevail over them all
,
And I’ll never give up on you.
From your true and faithful
Secret Admirer.
I’d always received fan letters; sometimes they were a bit on the kinky side, but this was different. Too personal for my taste, and with a creepy edge.
Could these lilies have been sent by the crazy boy from the bookstore? The two notes had a romantic slant to them, whereas the boy had no romantic feelings in his head – at least, not at the time I was looking.
After a turbulent night, I got up early the next day because I felt too jittery to stay in bed any longer.
The sun was shining brightly in the living room, and just for a moment it made me completely forget about creepy notes and Crazy Boy; my head didn’t even hurt any more. I sat on the couch and rested my head carefully on the cushions, appreciating how the morning light was bathing me in its warmth.
The boys were soon up and bustling around the house, preparing things for the barbecue we had planned to cook in the back garden, to kick off our official summer break. Every now and then one of the boys would again whistle
The Bodyguard
theme song to Josh, enjoying teasing him. Tiffany made an appearance in the garden wearing a lovely pair of light-blue shorts and a yellow, flowery, short-sleeved shirt that complemented her blonde curls perfectly. Later, Amanda also arrived, dressed in a colorful summer dress, quickly followed by Jamie with a couple of his friends. The day was especially warm and sunny, and it was nice to have everyone there. I spent time laughing and chatting with the boys, the memory of broken glass and eerie omens left completely behind.
As I left the group to get another drink, Harry approached, eyeing me cautiously. He was still acting a little weird. It seemed as if he was debating what to say; he bit his lower lip on the spot where his lip-ring used to be, which is something he always did when he was anxious. It was his nervous tick. The silence stretched out for a few seconds before he finally spoke.
“Hey, how are you doing?” he asked, watching me, worried. “Your head okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Stop worrying, I’m really okay, dude.” I tried to put on a brave face to reassure him, make him stop worrying about me.
“I’m so sorry, Joey,” he murmured quietly, gazing at me.
“What for, Harry? It was not your fault.”
“No, I mean, yesterday … after you got hurt.”
“Sorry about yesterday? Why?”
He glanced down quickly, like he was ashamed. “After they brought us upstairs, and you were hurt … I kept away from you. I didn’t want to upset Jackie, because she gets so jealous. I didn’t want her to make a scene; you had already been through so much. So I stayed at the back,” he explained. “But I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve been there for you, by your side. No matter what Jackie thought. I’m really sorry.”
“Harry, come on. You don’t need to be sorry, I understand.”
“But … am I forgiven? For being a crappy friend yesterday?” he asked, his emerald eyes brimming a little.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Harry.” I squeezed him in a tight hug. “You know I love you, Harry Bear.”
I felt a hundred times better after clarifying things with Harry. I knew then that it was going to be a good day.We had no work, no crowds of eager fans, no worries, no thinking about creepy letters – or at least I was going to try not to think about them – and Harry and I were okay again. Nothing could put a dampener on my spirits today.
Tristan was in charge of grilling the steaks while Seth and Sam were in charge of eating as many ribs as they possibly could. Seth vowed to only stop eating after he exploded.
Amanda, beautiful as always, chatted amiably with Tiffany while holding firmly on to her plate of salad. Her long, slim, beauty queen silhouette got plenty of admiring looks as she ambled around the
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