Sorry it took forever to post. I hope you didn't lose faith in me!
Dear People that Like My Story:
I am very happy to have received my ten reviews that Lola had no faith in me getting. I am sorry that the little in my story and my title in the homepage are different. The real title is Crosses and Broken DREAMS. Sorry for the mistake that I know none of you noticed and are probably going back to Chapter 1 to make sure that I'm not lying. Anyways, on with the rest. Oh, and I'm changing the ages a little here. Lena is 16 and Kostos is 17. And, if you find that chapters too short, too long, just right, feel free to inform me. Thanks.
Thank you for the splendid reviews.
Dear One-Bloody-Bird:
Thank you for reviewing. I was beginning to lose hope. I hope I don't disappoint you with my story.
Dear Dewwater:
Thank you for reviewing, I hope you keep reading.
Back To The Story
Kostos
"I know this is not going to happen overnight. And that we'll have to work on it, together. And that things aren't going to be perfect the first time we try, but . . . let's do this, son." Raleigh said with a sigh. "I'm willing to try," Kostos said. He glanced up at his father and guess who just happened to be right behind him? "Oh my God!" Kostos said under his breath. "Pardon?" his father asked. "Oh, nothing," Kostos said with a certain shakiness in his voice. "Good evening, may I take your order?" The young waiter said. "Hey, look who it is!" Raleigh said. "Hello, Uncle Raleigh, Kostos." "Wow, very professional Philo." Said Kostos, finally finding his voice. "So, what would you like to eat this evening?" "Whatever's good, son, I'll take anything." Said Raleigh. "Same here." Kostos said. "Dad, I'm going to the washroom, I'll be back in a minute." Kostos said after Philo had left with their order. "All right, just don't leave a mess like last time." Said Raleigh with a smile. "Fine," said Kostos. "Hey, what's happening?" asked Kostos when he walked up to Lena.
Lena
"Oh, can't complain," she said, "Then adding to herself, "Except that you're gay." "Well . . ." he paused before continuing, if you need anything, I work most days and nights." "When is your next shift?" she asked. "Tomorrow morning, 7:00 a.m., bright and early." He said. "I'll be sleeping but . . ." she let her comment end there. "You're in Room 313, right?" he asked before heading off. "Yep," she replied. "I hope he can help me, I may need some stimulation now and then." She thought absent-mindedly as the waiter walked up to her. "May I take your order?" "Oh, yes, I would like the special please and thank you." She said. "Coming right up."
AFTER EVERYONE IS DONE EATING
Lena
"Are you finished with that?" asked Philo. "Yes." He took her plate away without another word. "Hey," he said, when he came back and sat on the chair across from her. "I was wondering if maybe you would like to go out sometime?" "Sure, when?" answered Lena. "Anytime is good for me," replied Philo. "OK, how about Friday night?" asked Lena. "Sounds good, I'll take you to the movies. Do you know where they are?" answered Philo. "Oh, no," Lena paused. "OK, how about you pick me up, I'm staying at the hotel oh . . . I forgot the name," Lena said, frustrated. "Oh, that's OK," said Philo, there's only one hotel around here anyways." "All right, then, my Room is 313. See you Friday."
Kostos
"She seemed distant, tonight," Kostos said to himself as he lay on his bed. "Obviously, my father's non-abusive time was cut short," he thought on another note. His father was currently watching the football game on one TV, watching America's Funniest Home Videos on the other TV, eating popcorn and, of course, drinking beer. His favourite pass time. "Oh, well," thought Kostos as he rolled over to go to sleep," I'll talk to her later."
FRIDAY NIGHT
Lena
"Good evening," came the cheerful voice as Lena opened the door. Soaked from head to foot (as it had been raining all day), Philo stepped into Lena's hotel room. "I haven't had the chance to clean up, she said, slightly embarrassed. "That's no problem," Philo said, "I'll just close my eyes and pretend it's not there." "Looks a little wet out there, huh," Lena remarked. "Oh, yes," said Philo. "Do you want to cancel and go some other time?" "Oh, no, that's okay." said Lena, an idea forming in her head. "It's just that, well, you see, I'm so sweet that I might melt. That's all." "Oh," said Philo, slightly curious. "And, well, since, you're here, I was wondering, why don't we just . . . stay in?" "I didn't think you were that kind of girl." Philo said, removing his jacket.
Kostos
"Great," thought a depressed Kostos. "My father yelled at me before I came to work. I come to work looking for some kind of distraction. Remember the pretty girl that I met forever ago, and what do I find? Pretty boy, Philo, stealing all the glory again. Is it never enough for him? On the other side of the spectrum, I guess she didn't stop him all that much, did she? She opened her door right up to him, or should I say legs. That seductive smile says it all."
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Love,
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