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You know that feeling you get when you have a really good thing right in front of you, but it's taken away by something horrible?
It's like a twisting in your stomach that fills you with this uncomfortable fear. And what's worse, you know that something bad is going to happen, like something great and wonderful might wither and die.
That's how I felt when I looked through the glass into our hotel lobby, and saw two tall, blond haired people talking to the worker at the front desk.
They were showing her a picture. She looked right at us, pointed, and then the fear multiplied by ten as I met the blue eyes of the Goode twins.
I froze. Freddie, who had been holding my hand, stopped as well. "Sam, what's… wrong…" he trailed off as he followed my gaze into the Hilton, and he too saw the armed chauffeurs, who were no making their way quickly towards us.
"Oh shit. Come on, Freddie! We have to go!" I sprinted over to our car, Freddie being dragged behind.
I got to the car, trying to open the driver's seat door, but it was too late. The twins had stopped at the edge of the curb, and were carefully walking towards us.
"Alright Sam, calm down. We're not going to hurt you."
I growled, ready to attack.
But somebody beat me to it.
"Well, well, well. Holly and Hollis. You may not be allowed to hurt your charges, but unfortunately, I am allowed to hurt my siblings."
I looked up, and there he was. The brown haired, mismatched eyed ten year old who, with his wooden sword drawn, was ready to pounce.
"Damien! Don't be an idiot! Help us get them back!"
"So you can lock me in the trunk again? Yeah right! Like I'll fall for that one a third time."
Holly muttered, "Fourth." But before Hollis could open his mouth again, Damien had already leapt from the car.
It was an amazing feet for a ten year old, and that was just the jump alone. When he landed, he rolled to his back, and from the ground, he swiped his sword underneath their feet before they could blink.
While the twins were on the ground, Damien yelled, "Go!" and continued to knock them down, although one could tell he wasn't trying to hurt them. They may have been assholes to him, but they were still family, and it showed in his blows.
I jumped into the drivers seat, and Freddie ran around into the passengers. We each slammed our doors, and I jammed the key into the ignition. The engine roared to life, and I slammed on the gas. The car shot backwards, and I maneuvered it out of the narrow parking space with ease.
"I didn't know you could drive like that!" he yelled over the screeching tires as I gunned out of the parking lot and down the highway, towards Cairns.
I smiled.
So long, strange feeling.
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It was pretty late when I stopped driving. I had pulled over on the side of the street by some sort of tavern. A sign above the door way said, 'Cock and Bull Tavern" in big red letters.
I snickered at the title, and when Freddie noticed this, he noticeably rolled his eyes at me.
I gave him a look that said, "I don't care what you think, that's funny.".
We both walked into through the doors, unnoticed by the occupants of the bar, who were all cheering and clapping at some band who were rocking out on the stage located at the back of the building.
I started towards an empty table in a corner, but Freddie stopped me, and started leading me towards the bar.
"Dude, we're not allowed to sit here. Don't you have to be twenty-one?"
I sat down in a seat next to him.
"This is Australia, not America. The legal drinking age here is eighteen."
"Yeah, but we're no eighteen!"
He gave me a look.
"I am. My birthday was like two weeks ago. Don't you remember?"
I returned his gaze. "What do you think?" I retorted sarcastically.
He chuckled a little, and then returned to the bar. A girl of about eighteen came over to us, cleaning out a mug with a rag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she placed the glass on the tabletop.
"What can I do for ya'?" She said, a hint of an Irish accent dripping from her voice.
"Can I get two Cascades?" said Freddie smoothly.
The girl winked at him. "Coming right up, hun." She said, reaching under the table for two more mugs. I felt a pang of anger rise up in me, although I didn't know why. I ignored it.
"Are you and your girlfriend Americans?" she chatted as she filled up each mug with the brown liquid.
"Yep. Is it that obvious?" She giggled.
"It's just your accent. I should know, I have an American boyfriend. He's up there playin' with the band." She pointed up at the stage, towards a red haired guy with sea green eyes, who was slamming on the drums like a maniac. The anger vanished almost as quickly as it had come.
Placing the full mugs on the bar table, she sighed. "He's here on business. It sucks that he has to go back to Seattle next month."
"Seattle? We're from Seattle."
"Holy shit! That's awesome!"
Over at the other end of the table, a drunken guy was yelling for her to get over there and fill up his glass.
"Well, I gotta go. See ya' later," she said, and quickly made her way over to the intoxicated man.
I stared at the glass of beer before me.
It wasn't that I had never drunk before. My mom left beer around the house all the time. It's just that I had never really drunk in a bar. You were supposed to be twenty-one to even touch alcohol.
Ah, screw it. I picked up the mug and took a sip of the bitter liquid. It tasted good.
I saw Freddie gulp down another sip of his own drink, and I smiled at him.
"I love Australia." I said, and he smirked at me.
"I love Australia to."
I grinned even more, and took another drink of my beer.
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When we got out of the tavern, the darkness of the night was being touched by a thin veil of light.
We were pretty sober, me more than Freddie, even though I had more than him. I mean, it wasn't everyday your eighteen year old friend got you free beer in Australia.
But that didn't mean he wasn't tipsy as hell.
I grabbed his shoulder before he could fall on his back.
Steadying him, I said, "Alright, Freddie, lets get you in the car." I guided him to the back, navigating him onto the seat so he was lying down.
He started to giggle uncontrollably, but suddenly stopped.
"Why am I laughing? Why does my head feel like crap?" he said, his headache evident in his slurred voice.
"Maybe it has to do with the fact that you had about three beers." I laughed to him, poking him in the chest.
He curled up on the black leather, a towel we had bought from the hotel store draped around his shoulders.
He stared at me through tired eyes. Not like his zombie eyes, but like his I just had a fun time partying in Australia eyes. And I sighed.
It was the type of sigh you would sigh when there was a moment worth sighing about.
This was one of those sigh-worthy moments.
I sat across from him, our eyes not leaving each others. His soft brown irises engulfed my cold blue ones, and for a moment I worried that he felt a shiver of cold every time he saw them, much like the tingling warmth that crawled up my spine when I saw his.
And there it was.
My deepest fears, my deepest dreams, my own hopes and wishes of Freddie and I to be like we were now, except not confined to the outback, showed on my skin, my face, and my soul.
"I think I'm in love with you." I said the words before I could even think about stopping them, and I was overjoyed.
I caught my breath, waiting for his reaction.
One second.
Two.
A third.
A smile slowly started to spread across his lips, and his golden brown eyes seemed to glow through the dim light of the dawn through the tinted windows.
That was the pinnacle moment of my life, I thought. My burden, the one I had been carrying for this entire trip and most likely longer, had been lifter because of him.
Fredward Benson, enemy in the States but love Down Under.
"I think I am to." He said.
We were on auto-pilot. Both rising towards each other simultaneously, torso's slamming against each other, bridged by our lips.
The same explosions, this time much more immediate.
Like a super nova blazing in my face, like pure ecstasy.
One of his hands ran through my hair, another sliding up my leg, sending shivers of bliss up my spine.
My fingers tangled in his brown hair, and he pulled me deeper into the kiss as our bodies crashed to the wide floor of the car.
I barley felt the pain; the pleasure was too great. We stayed together, Freddie's weight comfortably resting against mine.
Our lips separated, and I felt him placing kisses up and down my neck. I moaned slightly as he sucked at the crook of my neck, down towards my color bone. I felt his hand start to pull at my shorts.
He stopped, and picked his head up from my neck. His eyes seemed to ask whether or not to continue.
My fast breath and slightly parted lips gave him the answer he needed.
As he started up again, any regrets I had about the decision disappeared. I realized then that that was what I wanted, more than anything in the world.
I felt our bodies crash together, like one being, on entity that revolved around each other. Like Ying and Yang, joined at the hip, our souls linked through some sort of intimate connection.
I knew that what they said about people being like magnets was true. He was the North Pole, and I was the South Pole. We made for each other; we completed each other. This was our proof.
That was true pleasure, I was sure of it. I would never feel that happiness again with another person.
And when we parted, it left me with a feeling of deep loss. We had, and although it seemed cliché, made love.
Not just physically, but mentally. All the bits and pieces of our lives had led up to this moment, like some sort of broken plate that we both had to glue together.
Now that plate was ready to be used.
He collapsed beside me, breathing hard, and I feasted off of his sepia eyes. He gazed into mine with a tilt of his head, smiling at me like one would smile at a lover.
"Freddie… I know I love you."
"Sam… I know I love you."
I pressed my forehead into his bare chest.
And with that, we fell into a deep, warm sleep.
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