The last chapter that I put up didn't have the response that I had hoped
for. (sniff, hardly any reviews)
IMPORTANT!!!!!! If you haven't read the revised version of the first chapter, I highly advice it or you will be so lost that you cant find the back button because what was then the first chapter is now a different story and what was the second chapter is now the first. That would mean that this chapter WAS the third and is NOW the second. See what I mean? You would be confused! I also suggest reading "Learning to Love" before reading chapter six because there are some references to people seen in it. You could read it without it, but it wouldn't be that good of an idea I don't think. It would make more sense to you if you had read it. While you are at it, why don't you read "Behind Blue Eyes" which has nothing to do with anything but I think it's good. Ok, enough shameless promoting!
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Everything had been set the night before. Dee would drop Bikky off at Carol's while I finished packing up everything that we would need. Together, we would go to the airport and catch our flight to Aunt Elena's house. The chief had even given us time off together after Dee begged him for over an hour.
Dee walked in the door and let out a yell. "YES! We are now officially free of the brat!" I suppressed a laugh and tried to tell him to behave himself. Needless to say, it didn't work well. He swooped me up in his arms and began kissing me. It was indescribable, all of the joy that I was feeling went into it. By the time that it ended we were both reduced to puddles. I hugged him close to me and tried to tell him how much I loved him. As usual, I fell short because nothing can describe my feelings.
The lines at the airport were hectic at best. Dee commented that it was easier to buy illegal weaponry than get on a plane. I didn't ask how he knew that, the answer would worry me. The first plane would get us about half way there, stopping in Utah or something like that. We would wait there for an hour before taking a different plane to the airport near Aunt Elena and Uncle Rick's house. They would be meeting us there to drive us to their house.
During the trip over, Dee questioned me about what we would be doing. He wanted to know every detail, from the phone number to the color of the walls. "Where will I be sleeping?" he asked as the fasten seatbelt light came on during the first decent.
"Most likely with me. I also have a large bed over there and the only other place would be the couch. I don't think that they will banish either of us to that." At first I had been worried about what that would mean. Dee did sleep next to me many night but he had not exactly kept his hands to himself. Often I would wake up in his warm embrace. It wasn't that I minded, just that I didn't want Aunt Elena or Uncle Rick to see.
Other than the sleeping arrangements, I wasn't worried about his behavior. He knew when to keep off of me for the most part. One look in his eyes could prove to me that he knew just how important it was to me that this remain secret. I could trust him to do his best to keep it like that.
We milled around the airport together, looking for information on a nice place to eat lunch. Before we could find one, Dee pulled me to the side. "Ryo, I know that you don't want your aunt and uncle finding out about us yet, but it isn't fair to lie to them. From what I have seen of our aunt, I don't think that she would mind. Actually, I think that she already knows. It wouldn't surprise me."
"I know, but, well, I don't think that I can tell them yet. Don't get me wrong, I want them to know, but I'm scared." I looked into his eyes and his arms wrapped around me. I wanted to protest, it was a public place, anyone could be watching, but I needed the comfort right now.
"I understand. I nearly shit myself when it came to telling penguin. Don't worry about it so much." My jaw must have gone through the floor and smacked into the basement. Dee, the same Dee that had tried to kiss me my first week on the job, had ever been nervous when it came to talking about his sexuality? I began pressing him for details of what had happened. He soon went into story mode.
STORY MODE (meaning that it is from Dee's pov to Ryo)
This teenager came to the orphanage. I think that his name was Joe but I could be wrong. Anyway, I fell in love with him, or so I thought. It turned out to be nothing but lust but if you had seen him then you couldn't blame me, he was hot, not as hot as you though. Anyway, Timith, a jerk who had always hated me, saw us one time. We were making out in a dark corner somewhere, that was about as far as I ever got with him. The point is the he started blackmailing us with it. We gave him our money, did his work, and eventually got sick and tired of it.
We stood outside of penguin's room for over an hour thinking of how to tell her. When we finally got up the courage to tell her she confessed that she had known for months and was very happy for us. Timith was pissed and decided to beat up Joe so I beat the shit out of him and sent him to the hospital, end of story.
END STORY MODE (back to Ryo's pov)
He had no idea how reassuring it was to know that he had gone through the same thing, even if it was a tad violent at the end. Until he began his story, it seemed like I was the only one going through it, the only one who had ever risked rejection.
"You just need to relax some. You might be embarrassed about it now, but that will go away soon enough and you will realize that not everyone in the world is going to reject you. Even if they do, who are they to say what is right for you?"
"Dee, people are staring at us." A worried tone crept into my voice. I always feared rejection, this was only making it worse.
"Let them stare, what do their opinions matter anyway. We don't know them and they are scum if they have something against us. Oh, and if you are wondering why they are watching us, it is because you have just about crawled into my lap." A perverted smile slapped its self into his face. I pushed him away lightly, knowing that it would get me nowhere, and then nestled back into his chest. "See, you are relaxing already. A few weeks ago, you wouldn't have allowed me to glance in your direction in public."
"Dee, I love you." I did not hear his response, I was drifting to sleep in his arms. Being up late had taken its toll on me. The rest of the trip was nothing more than a blur. I remembered Dee waking me up and getting on the plane. After that, I believe that I just leaned heavily on Dee, sleeping during most of the flight.
When I got off of the plane I was fully awake again. Aunt Elena was waiting for me at the airport. Uncle Rick was getting home from work late so he couldn't be there to meet us but he would be home by the time that we were. Dee and Aunt Elena talked most of the way there as I just sat there like a bump on a log. I listened in on the conversation carefully. If he dared to let anything about our romance slip then he would get nothing for a year, not that he was getting any to begin with. I remained steadfast on that issue as of yet.
Just as promised, Uncle Rick was home when we got there. He greeted me warmly but not as warmly as I had expected. Something about his personality remained reserved tonight. I was left to wonder.
I gave Dee the grand tour of the house, knowing where everything was already. Aunt Elena wanted to talk to Uncle Rick for a little bit by themselves. Something was beginning to worry me.
"This is the kitchen" His eyes wandered around the spotless tiles, flawless counter tops, and shiny appliances. Everything about my aunt and uncle's house was perfect. "And over here is the dining room." The dining room was les formal than the kitchen. The tan colored walls were spotted with photographs taken by Aunt Elena and some of my embarrassing talent-less artwork.
"I like this room." Dee's arm began to snake around my back. I glared at him to remind him of where we were and he dropped it to his side.
"Come on, I'll show you my room." Dee followed me up the wooden stairs. I knew that he was noticing how polished the banister was and thinking of how fun it would be to slide down it. His thoughts are so predictable that it is no longer amusing.
My room was done in a soft blue with ivy painted on the doorframe and the window sill. My mother had done it when I was young. I could never bring myself to paint over it. Dee nodded approvingly and moved on to the bed. The bedspread was mixed with blues, greens and light purples. He felt the surface, smiling the entire time. Once again, his thoughts were easy to predict.
"Ryo, I hate to bring up the topic again, but." Dee stepped closer to me, willing me to do the same. I refused. I could not allow him to ignore what I had told him about staying off of me.
"I will tell them, just not yet!" I let out a deep sigh and turned away. I could not deal with this right now. "come on, we had better go downstairs, dinner will be ready soon."
Dee agreed once he saw that he couldn't persuade me otherwise. Dee went right into the living room even though I had planned on the kitchen. When Aunt Elena and Uncle Rick weren't in either of those places I checked in their room. I saw their shadows move around under the door and heard their voices.
"I'm telling you, it just isn't natural!" Uncle Rick bellowed in his deep voice. Aunt Elena tried to sneak something in but she was cut off. "We should have nipped this in the bud but you decided not to. You thought that I was wrong. Now look what he is doing!"
"Um, Uncle Rick," I knocked on the door. They stopped talking and opened the door. Aunt Elena quickly apologized, explaining that they were talking about someone in the filming crew. Funny, I didn't know that anyone was giving her any trouble.
We all sat down for dinner not long after that. Uncle Rick talked to Dee and I re-familiarized myself with Aunt Elena for a little bit before slipping into Uncle Rick and Dee's conversation. They were talking about the normal stuff. "What school did you go to? Oh, well if you went there then you must have known so-and-so! You didn't meet him? You would have liked him, trust me." Everything went fine until he recalled someone else who went to the same academy as Dee.
"You don't know anyone by the name of Jeremy J Adams, do you?" Dee was caught off guard. Although questions about JJ were few and far between, right then I know that he was wishing that they were fewer and farther between.
"I know him. Work with him too. What about him?" Dee took a huge bite of steak. "Umm, this is good!" as usual, he talked with his mouth full.
"He's a dirty fag you know." Dee nearly spit out the meat that he had claimed was so good. I pounded on his back a few times until he stopped choking on what he was about to swallow.
"I know, rather hard to miss. That might be a rather rough way of putting it though." It was rare for him to stick up for JJ, but this time he would defend him to the end.
I calmed myself down as best I could. He probably didn't even know JJ personally. No, that would mean that he was homophobic. There must be another explanation. Maybe he hated JJ and just saw this as an excuse to hate him more. I admit to using that once. A real disgusting high school boy was hitting on a one of the nicest boys in the school, and not in a nice way. I had hated the social misfit for the past year and a half. The idea that he would harass the sweet kind boy like that made me hate him more. (ahem, author's personal experience)
The rest of dinner went well. Desert, which we always had whenever company came over, was wonderful. As soon as we could get away, I dragged Dee upstairs.
It was Dee who broke the tension, which you could not cut with a knife for fear breaking the knife or getting it stuck. "At least now we know his stance on gays"
"Dee, I'm really worried. I don't want to stay here anymore." I allowed him to hug me. The door was closed and Aunt Elena and Uncle Rick almost always knocked. I needed the comfort.
"He probably just hates JJ, I can understand the feeling." He rolled his eyes and kissed my cheek. "I don't think that there should be anything to worry about. Just swear that if anything happens, you will come to me."
"I don't think that he is going to hit me if that is what you mean. He has always been calm." I smiled some and began pulling my clothes out of my bag. "Now come on, we have to get some sleep." His arms fell to his side and he began to reach into his duffle bag. We were settling into my bed when I remembered the conversation that I had overheard. "Dee, I think that there is something that I have to tell you. I over heard them talking and I think that they might suspect something."
"Tell me what you overheard" one of Dee's hands cupped my face as I told him what I heard from the conversation that I had listened in on.
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Well, what do you think? Be honest here! You all want to read great FAKE fics, right? Right! And the only way to get better ones is to tell the truth (which I always do so if you get praise from me, you earned it. And if you get advice, I am only trying to help)
INCENTIVE TO REVIEW: almost every time I get a signed review, I go and see what that person has written. You review my story, I will probably read yours, if they are written about something that I have read/watched.
I also take requests! If you want me to read something that you write, ask me! I will normally talk to people and will always read email if they have the word "fanfiction" in the title. If you are every trying to reach me via IM and I ignore you, I am sorry, I actually get spam via IM and it drives me nuts! If I do that, email me and tell me how much of an idiot I am and I will send you an IM. I have done this to someone and I felt really bad about it! I would have felt even worse if I didn't find out about it and talk to her right away. (they got their friend to yell at me about it, thank you to the friend too, you seem like a very nice person) that is why I want the email telling me how stupid I am for ignoring someone!
IMPORTANT!!!!!! If you haven't read the revised version of the first chapter, I highly advice it or you will be so lost that you cant find the back button because what was then the first chapter is now a different story and what was the second chapter is now the first. That would mean that this chapter WAS the third and is NOW the second. See what I mean? You would be confused! I also suggest reading "Learning to Love" before reading chapter six because there are some references to people seen in it. You could read it without it, but it wouldn't be that good of an idea I don't think. It would make more sense to you if you had read it. While you are at it, why don't you read "Behind Blue Eyes" which has nothing to do with anything but I think it's good. Ok, enough shameless promoting!
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Everything had been set the night before. Dee would drop Bikky off at Carol's while I finished packing up everything that we would need. Together, we would go to the airport and catch our flight to Aunt Elena's house. The chief had even given us time off together after Dee begged him for over an hour.
Dee walked in the door and let out a yell. "YES! We are now officially free of the brat!" I suppressed a laugh and tried to tell him to behave himself. Needless to say, it didn't work well. He swooped me up in his arms and began kissing me. It was indescribable, all of the joy that I was feeling went into it. By the time that it ended we were both reduced to puddles. I hugged him close to me and tried to tell him how much I loved him. As usual, I fell short because nothing can describe my feelings.
The lines at the airport were hectic at best. Dee commented that it was easier to buy illegal weaponry than get on a plane. I didn't ask how he knew that, the answer would worry me. The first plane would get us about half way there, stopping in Utah or something like that. We would wait there for an hour before taking a different plane to the airport near Aunt Elena and Uncle Rick's house. They would be meeting us there to drive us to their house.
During the trip over, Dee questioned me about what we would be doing. He wanted to know every detail, from the phone number to the color of the walls. "Where will I be sleeping?" he asked as the fasten seatbelt light came on during the first decent.
"Most likely with me. I also have a large bed over there and the only other place would be the couch. I don't think that they will banish either of us to that." At first I had been worried about what that would mean. Dee did sleep next to me many night but he had not exactly kept his hands to himself. Often I would wake up in his warm embrace. It wasn't that I minded, just that I didn't want Aunt Elena or Uncle Rick to see.
Other than the sleeping arrangements, I wasn't worried about his behavior. He knew when to keep off of me for the most part. One look in his eyes could prove to me that he knew just how important it was to me that this remain secret. I could trust him to do his best to keep it like that.
We milled around the airport together, looking for information on a nice place to eat lunch. Before we could find one, Dee pulled me to the side. "Ryo, I know that you don't want your aunt and uncle finding out about us yet, but it isn't fair to lie to them. From what I have seen of our aunt, I don't think that she would mind. Actually, I think that she already knows. It wouldn't surprise me."
"I know, but, well, I don't think that I can tell them yet. Don't get me wrong, I want them to know, but I'm scared." I looked into his eyes and his arms wrapped around me. I wanted to protest, it was a public place, anyone could be watching, but I needed the comfort right now.
"I understand. I nearly shit myself when it came to telling penguin. Don't worry about it so much." My jaw must have gone through the floor and smacked into the basement. Dee, the same Dee that had tried to kiss me my first week on the job, had ever been nervous when it came to talking about his sexuality? I began pressing him for details of what had happened. He soon went into story mode.
STORY MODE (meaning that it is from Dee's pov to Ryo)
This teenager came to the orphanage. I think that his name was Joe but I could be wrong. Anyway, I fell in love with him, or so I thought. It turned out to be nothing but lust but if you had seen him then you couldn't blame me, he was hot, not as hot as you though. Anyway, Timith, a jerk who had always hated me, saw us one time. We were making out in a dark corner somewhere, that was about as far as I ever got with him. The point is the he started blackmailing us with it. We gave him our money, did his work, and eventually got sick and tired of it.
We stood outside of penguin's room for over an hour thinking of how to tell her. When we finally got up the courage to tell her she confessed that she had known for months and was very happy for us. Timith was pissed and decided to beat up Joe so I beat the shit out of him and sent him to the hospital, end of story.
END STORY MODE (back to Ryo's pov)
He had no idea how reassuring it was to know that he had gone through the same thing, even if it was a tad violent at the end. Until he began his story, it seemed like I was the only one going through it, the only one who had ever risked rejection.
"You just need to relax some. You might be embarrassed about it now, but that will go away soon enough and you will realize that not everyone in the world is going to reject you. Even if they do, who are they to say what is right for you?"
"Dee, people are staring at us." A worried tone crept into my voice. I always feared rejection, this was only making it worse.
"Let them stare, what do their opinions matter anyway. We don't know them and they are scum if they have something against us. Oh, and if you are wondering why they are watching us, it is because you have just about crawled into my lap." A perverted smile slapped its self into his face. I pushed him away lightly, knowing that it would get me nowhere, and then nestled back into his chest. "See, you are relaxing already. A few weeks ago, you wouldn't have allowed me to glance in your direction in public."
"Dee, I love you." I did not hear his response, I was drifting to sleep in his arms. Being up late had taken its toll on me. The rest of the trip was nothing more than a blur. I remembered Dee waking me up and getting on the plane. After that, I believe that I just leaned heavily on Dee, sleeping during most of the flight.
When I got off of the plane I was fully awake again. Aunt Elena was waiting for me at the airport. Uncle Rick was getting home from work late so he couldn't be there to meet us but he would be home by the time that we were. Dee and Aunt Elena talked most of the way there as I just sat there like a bump on a log. I listened in on the conversation carefully. If he dared to let anything about our romance slip then he would get nothing for a year, not that he was getting any to begin with. I remained steadfast on that issue as of yet.
Just as promised, Uncle Rick was home when we got there. He greeted me warmly but not as warmly as I had expected. Something about his personality remained reserved tonight. I was left to wonder.
I gave Dee the grand tour of the house, knowing where everything was already. Aunt Elena wanted to talk to Uncle Rick for a little bit by themselves. Something was beginning to worry me.
"This is the kitchen" His eyes wandered around the spotless tiles, flawless counter tops, and shiny appliances. Everything about my aunt and uncle's house was perfect. "And over here is the dining room." The dining room was les formal than the kitchen. The tan colored walls were spotted with photographs taken by Aunt Elena and some of my embarrassing talent-less artwork.
"I like this room." Dee's arm began to snake around my back. I glared at him to remind him of where we were and he dropped it to his side.
"Come on, I'll show you my room." Dee followed me up the wooden stairs. I knew that he was noticing how polished the banister was and thinking of how fun it would be to slide down it. His thoughts are so predictable that it is no longer amusing.
My room was done in a soft blue with ivy painted on the doorframe and the window sill. My mother had done it when I was young. I could never bring myself to paint over it. Dee nodded approvingly and moved on to the bed. The bedspread was mixed with blues, greens and light purples. He felt the surface, smiling the entire time. Once again, his thoughts were easy to predict.
"Ryo, I hate to bring up the topic again, but." Dee stepped closer to me, willing me to do the same. I refused. I could not allow him to ignore what I had told him about staying off of me.
"I will tell them, just not yet!" I let out a deep sigh and turned away. I could not deal with this right now. "come on, we had better go downstairs, dinner will be ready soon."
Dee agreed once he saw that he couldn't persuade me otherwise. Dee went right into the living room even though I had planned on the kitchen. When Aunt Elena and Uncle Rick weren't in either of those places I checked in their room. I saw their shadows move around under the door and heard their voices.
"I'm telling you, it just isn't natural!" Uncle Rick bellowed in his deep voice. Aunt Elena tried to sneak something in but she was cut off. "We should have nipped this in the bud but you decided not to. You thought that I was wrong. Now look what he is doing!"
"Um, Uncle Rick," I knocked on the door. They stopped talking and opened the door. Aunt Elena quickly apologized, explaining that they were talking about someone in the filming crew. Funny, I didn't know that anyone was giving her any trouble.
We all sat down for dinner not long after that. Uncle Rick talked to Dee and I re-familiarized myself with Aunt Elena for a little bit before slipping into Uncle Rick and Dee's conversation. They were talking about the normal stuff. "What school did you go to? Oh, well if you went there then you must have known so-and-so! You didn't meet him? You would have liked him, trust me." Everything went fine until he recalled someone else who went to the same academy as Dee.
"You don't know anyone by the name of Jeremy J Adams, do you?" Dee was caught off guard. Although questions about JJ were few and far between, right then I know that he was wishing that they were fewer and farther between.
"I know him. Work with him too. What about him?" Dee took a huge bite of steak. "Umm, this is good!" as usual, he talked with his mouth full.
"He's a dirty fag you know." Dee nearly spit out the meat that he had claimed was so good. I pounded on his back a few times until he stopped choking on what he was about to swallow.
"I know, rather hard to miss. That might be a rather rough way of putting it though." It was rare for him to stick up for JJ, but this time he would defend him to the end.
I calmed myself down as best I could. He probably didn't even know JJ personally. No, that would mean that he was homophobic. There must be another explanation. Maybe he hated JJ and just saw this as an excuse to hate him more. I admit to using that once. A real disgusting high school boy was hitting on a one of the nicest boys in the school, and not in a nice way. I had hated the social misfit for the past year and a half. The idea that he would harass the sweet kind boy like that made me hate him more. (ahem, author's personal experience)
The rest of dinner went well. Desert, which we always had whenever company came over, was wonderful. As soon as we could get away, I dragged Dee upstairs.
It was Dee who broke the tension, which you could not cut with a knife for fear breaking the knife or getting it stuck. "At least now we know his stance on gays"
"Dee, I'm really worried. I don't want to stay here anymore." I allowed him to hug me. The door was closed and Aunt Elena and Uncle Rick almost always knocked. I needed the comfort.
"He probably just hates JJ, I can understand the feeling." He rolled his eyes and kissed my cheek. "I don't think that there should be anything to worry about. Just swear that if anything happens, you will come to me."
"I don't think that he is going to hit me if that is what you mean. He has always been calm." I smiled some and began pulling my clothes out of my bag. "Now come on, we have to get some sleep." His arms fell to his side and he began to reach into his duffle bag. We were settling into my bed when I remembered the conversation that I had overheard. "Dee, I think that there is something that I have to tell you. I over heard them talking and I think that they might suspect something."
"Tell me what you overheard" one of Dee's hands cupped my face as I told him what I heard from the conversation that I had listened in on.
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Well, what do you think? Be honest here! You all want to read great FAKE fics, right? Right! And the only way to get better ones is to tell the truth (which I always do so if you get praise from me, you earned it. And if you get advice, I am only trying to help)
INCENTIVE TO REVIEW: almost every time I get a signed review, I go and see what that person has written. You review my story, I will probably read yours, if they are written about something that I have read/watched.
I also take requests! If you want me to read something that you write, ask me! I will normally talk to people and will always read email if they have the word "fanfiction" in the title. If you are every trying to reach me via IM and I ignore you, I am sorry, I actually get spam via IM and it drives me nuts! If I do that, email me and tell me how much of an idiot I am and I will send you an IM. I have done this to someone and I felt really bad about it! I would have felt even worse if I didn't find out about it and talk to her right away. (they got their friend to yell at me about it, thank you to the friend too, you seem like a very nice person) that is why I want the email telling me how stupid I am for ignoring someone!