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| Stacy's return (An epilogue.) | |
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| devillies | Jul 15 2009, 02:56 PM Post #31 |
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thnx!! love u r fanfics!!! |
| FairyPixie99 | Jul 15 2009, 03:22 PM Post #32 |
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omg i love this story! please tell me that fish is gonna see through slutacy soon!!! :crossed: :crossed: :crossed: and omg could fish be any more horrible to kyle?? god i hope he finds out about the truth about slutacy and he'll have to apologize to kyle! anyways love the story and update soon!! :woo: KISH FOREVER!! :wub: |
| OliverFishFan | Jul 15 2009, 04:03 PM Post #33 |
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Thanks. |
| OliverFishFan | Jul 15 2009, 04:04 PM Post #34 |
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Hehe, Stacy is quite a gal, ain't she? |
| OliverFishFan | Jul 15 2009, 10:21 PM Post #35 |
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Part 4 Disclaimer: You know the drill. I don’t own any of these characters. Afternoon, 28 September An intense work-out by Kyle at the treadmill in the gym was interrupted by a booming voice. Following the direction of the voice, Kyle turned to face Rex. “Were you calling me?” asked Kyle with a worried demeanor. “I sure was,” said Rex, showing an equivocal expression. Kyle picked up his pace on the treadmill. Harried, he sputtered, “Look, man. If it’s about the stem cells, your mom got me into that mess…” “It’s OK, Kyle,” Rex mechanically butted in. “The lady from Down Under became available. We don’t need the mystery donor to provide Shane with stem cells anymore. So you’re off the hook,” “That’s great to hear. Shane’s a great kid,” smiled Kyle. “So, how’s fatherhood treating you?” “It’s all new to me. I never got to see Shane for the first 10 years of his life. That’s why I want to make every moment count with him. Looks like I might have another chance at being a dad, though. Stacy has a bun in the oven,” Rex answered. “Oh, I heard. What does Gigi think about it?” inquired Kyle, who got off the treadmill and took a seat. “She’s none too pleased. Our relationship was strained when I failed to tell her of, you know, the time when Stacy and I did the deed on the Ultraviolet dance mat,” sighed Rex. “That must suck. You’ll never get those few minutes you had with Stacy back,” reminded Kyle. “June the 9th, a day that will stand in infamy,” brooded Rex. “So that was the first and last time, I assume?” asked Kyle. “Lucky for me, yes. After Gigi told me about how Stacy passed off somebody else’s stem cells as her own, I had to pretend to still be into her in order to keep Shane healthy while we looked for another donor. I made up long business trips to Baltimore or NYC when I actually just hid at Gigi’s house. I faked headaches, bellyaches, you name it. Anything to avoid sleeping with her ever again. After about a month of pretending, the Australian donor came around, so we kicked Stacy to the curb,” recounted Rex. Remembering his wager with Stacy, Kyle knew it was in his best interest to keep Rex and Gigi together, so he added before he left the gym, “Well, looks like there are no more secrets between you and Gigi now. I think you should give your relationship a second chance. You don’t know how good you have it with the one you love until you lose them.” The last sentence hit close to home. Morning, 15 November “Looks like it’s gonna be a boy, Miss Morasco,” said Dr. Wells, who came out of his office to the hallway to hand Stacy her sonogram. Accompanying her for moral support was Fish. “Thank you so much, doc. I can feel him kick all too often now,” beamed Stacy, who rubbed her belly with glee. “Is he the lucky daddy?” pointed Dr. Wells toward a giddy Fish. “No, I’m just here for my friend Stacy,” answered Fish. The cop then stooped to face Stacy’s belly and said, “…and you, young man, better be good to your mommy. She has taken good care of you. If not, Uncle Fish here will send you to the slammer,” snickered Fish. “Well, you three have a good day,” said Dr. Wells as he went back to his office. After the door shut, Stacy looked to Fish and said, “My life is so amazing right now. This little boy will get Rex back to my arms once more. I even came up with a name for him, Fish. Junior, short for Rex Balsom Junior. Isn’t that something?” Laughing at the name, Fish answered, “Oh gosh. Junior? Haha…but you have to consider the possibility that Rex might be a dead beat. Let’s get real here. This is the same guy who left his son alone with his mother during the formative years of the son’s life. I don’t want Junior to be another Shane,” declared Fish. “Unlike my dumb sister Gigi, I am going to make a conscious effort to ensure that Rex will be a part of my son’s life. Guess what? Rex and Gigi are on the rocks. Their love story is about to end and I, I mean, Junior and I, will be there to pick up the pieces,” grinned Stacy. Night, 26 November “Happy Thanksgiving, Oliver. I brought some left-over stuffing,” said Kyle after Fish opened the door to his apartment. “Um, Kyle. This is a bit odd. What gave you the idea to come over here?” questioned Fish. “Well, you’re the closest I can get to family in this town. Isn’t that what Thanksgiving is about? Friends and Family?” Kyle winked. Feeling a bit generous, Fish decided to let Kyle in. “My family just left. We had a big dinner. Loads of fun. Cris and Layla are out of town,” nervously spoke Fish, who found himself speaking in short sentences. It was hard for him to form a coherent thought when his mind is so focused on a certain Kyle Lewis. “Great! Looks like we’ll be alone to devour this big turkey. Remember the good old days, Oliver? Our Thanksgivings during college were rockin’,” smirked Kyle, who took a seat at the kitchen table and began surveying for a good dish. “Yeah, we had a blast. Booze, loud music, tasty mashed potatoes, more booze,” reminisced Fish, who joined Kyle at the table. He attempted to pass Kyle some gravy, but, jittery as he is, spilled it on the floor. “Oh, man. I’ve got more in the stove. Let me get it,” He quickly dashed over to fill the bowl with more gravy. “So adorable as always,” said Kyle to himself, yet at a volume loud enough for Fish to hear. “I heard that, Kyle. I thought we agreed on…” stoically replied Fish. “Yeah, yeah. Doesn’t change that you look cute with that tight shirt of yours, Oliver. It really shows off your pecs. I mean it in an admiring way,” dead-panned Kyle while cutting out a turkey leg. “No, Kyle. You just can’t get any so you flirt with a hetero like me. Not interested in your bologna, figuratively, literally and otherwise. I date lots of girls. It ain’t gonna work. ” asserted Fish, who successfully, with caution, poured some gravy on Kyle’s mound of mashed potatoes. “It worked before. I can’t see how it won’t do the same,” chuckled Kyle, who then took a bite. “Mmm, this turkey leg and mashed potato combo is approved by me,” “I’m glad you like it. My mom cooked it. Anyhow, that whole college experience was just a phase, Kyle. I definitely know where I stand now,” said Fish, who, somehow, enjoyed seeing Kyle lick his lips after every munch. “OK, if you are so comfortable in yourself, then kiss me. Since you’re this great, secure, straight guy, it would mean absolutely nothing, won’t it?” dared Kyle before taking a quick drink to wash some food down. “Nuh uh. I’m not playing your sick, perverted games,” snapped Fish. “Scared of a little kiss, Oliver? So much for you not being affected by me. Face it. You’re scared of what you could do,” snickered Kyle, knowing by the tightness on Fish’s face that he was gaining momentum. “Fine, but you gotta brush your teeth first. I’m not going near turkey breath.” Fish was surprised how quickly he agreed to do it. A little bit later that night After Kyle brushed his teeth, flossed, and put on mouthwash, he reported back to Fish’s apartment. He was handed a Post-It note from Fish. “While you were g-g-gone, I wrote down, um, some ground rules. Read them,” said Fish. Looking over the Post-It note, Kyle read out: “Let’s see here…Rule #1, no tongue. That’s no fun, but I’ll go with it. Rule #2, what happens between us stay between us. Alright with me. Rule #3, the kiss will last a second. Dude, one second? I say five,” “OK, two seconds.” “Four.” “Three or no deal.” “Three seconds it is,” Kyle relented. Taking a deep breath, Fish then braced himself and headed towards Kyle’s lips. Three seconds passed. The kiss didn’t stop. Yes, there was tongue too. Seizing control, Fish pulled away. “Get out, Kyle. I don’t want to see your face any more. I’m through with you,” Indeed, Kyle left. In a great mood Kyle was. End of Part 4 Note: Thanks for the support and comments. |
| appleridge | Jul 15 2009, 10:28 PM Post #36 |
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Damn that was hot. Good Job!!! |
| kishfan | Jul 16 2009, 11:27 AM Post #37 |
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Great story. I loved the rules! And, here I thought Kyle was the rule breaker!! :LMAO: Can't wait for the next chapter. |
| devillies | Jul 16 2009, 06:25 PM Post #38 |
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this my fav one so far !!! u r really good at this |
| OliverFishFan | Jul 16 2009, 07:35 PM Post #39 |
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Thanks a ton, appleridge, kishfan, and devilies. I'll get to Part 5 as soon as I can get on my laptop. ;) |
| OliverFishFan | Jul 16 2009, 10:04 PM Post #40 |
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Part 5 Afternoon, 17 December “What’s the deal, FIsh? Have you any clue that this is the third day since Thanksgiving in which you missed work? John is really worried about you and so am I,” said Layla as she came back from her day at the station. Fish was sprawled out on the couch watching Power Rangers on TV. “Well, it happens,” moaned Fish, who wiped away some tears so that Layla can’t see them. “Are you sick? You must have the flu bug, honey.” Layla then walked over and felt Fish’s neck to check for a fever. “Nothing out of the ordinary. You’re not really sick, are you? OK, did something happen when I was out in Maryland? Something changed, I can sense it,” “It must be the changing of the seasons. Every year, something like this comes up. Nothing to get a fuss over,” reassured Fish, who went on to add, “Is our date still on for tonight? I might need to get out to get some fresh air. The pond at Shadowbriar Park froze over. We can go skating.” “I will love to join you, Fish!...only if you’re up to it, of course,” mentioned Layla. “Even if I’m not 100% now, I will be by tonight,” guaranteed Fish. “That will be wonderful. You are such a lively, childish, but entertaining guy. I’m just wondering, what kind of girl are you looking for? I mean, you have a certain type, am I right?” asked Layla. “Well, I’d like her to be bold, confident, dependable, and strong-willed,” Fish shrugged. “Whoa, are you describing a girl or a guy? Those are rather masculine traits,” Layla joked. None too pleased was Fish. His usual happy-go-lucky demeanor flushed out. He shot Layla the evil eye and answered, “That’s supposed to mean what exactly? What are you saying about me?” Taken aback by Fish’s acidity, Layla gasped, “No need to get your panties in a knot. What I meant to say was that when guys say what they want from girls, they usually want stuff like beauty, grace, passion, perky boobs, just kidding on the last one. Of course, you’re not like every other guy, and that’s totally fine, Fish! That just shows that you’re unique.” “If you say so. Well, I’m gonna go take a shower,” said a very embarrassed Fish, who left Layla alone to wonder where the chip on his shoulder came from. Evening, 20 December “Rex, is that you?” asked Fish when he saw Rex buying last minute gifts at the mall for Christmas. “Yeah, it’s me. What do you want? Wait, you must be Fish. Stacy’s friend?” wondered Rex. “Sure am. Are you excited about your little boy? Junior will be coming before you know it,” Fish reminded Rex with a cheesy grin. Rex then proceeded to roll his eyes. “I know. Stacy won’t shut up about it.” Annoyed by the whole situation, Rex was testy. “You don’t seem too enthused. This is a child we are talking about. You, sir, don’t know how lucky you are that you get to be a father again. You know how much I want to have kids of my own?” Fish was disgusted at how cavalier Rex was acting about Junior. “Well, the circumstances of this child’s conception wasn’t exactly ideal,” blurted Rex. “So was the circumstances surrounding Shane’s conception. Believe you don’t want to make the same mistake twice. Stacy loves you, Rex. Do right by her and support her and Junior. If I had a child, I will love and cherish it, no matter what.” Fish really believed in the sanctity of fatherhood and was hoping he could get through to Rex. “You know what, Fish? You’re right. Now that Gigi and I are through, I think I should reunite with Stacy and raise our child together. Thanks a lot, man. Since I’m here at the mall, I might as well buy some toys for Junior. I gotta go.” Rex then went on his way. Afternoon, 4 January 2010 “I’m so glad we share the same birthday, Kyle. January babies are the best. We get to celebrate first in the year,” beamed CJ as he handed Kyle a gift box. “Yeah, well I got you a gift too. I will give it to you as soon as you tell me your age,” smirked Kyle, who pulled out a gift box of his own. “Kyle Sigfried Alexander Lewis the 2nd, that kind of trick only works when the target has hang-ups over his age. I’m 34. Hand me my prize.” CJ crossed his arms victoriously. Kyle raised his eyebrows. “You don’t think I’ve seen your driver license before? I know you’re an oldie. Oh, and by the way, it’s Kyle Sigmund Alexander Lewis,” corrected Kyle as he gave the box to CJ. “Let’s see what you got me…a watch? I gotta give you credit. The fake platinum almost looks real. Glad to know you splurged,” laughed CJ. “Only the best for you, CJ. Where are all the party guests? Weren’t you gonna hook us up with a DJ and seat fillers?” wisecracked Kyle. “I invited my cousins Natalie, Jessica, her daughter Bree, oh, let’s not forget Jared, oh, and Brody, and my aunt Viki, and my uncle Bo, and my uncle Todd too. I told them it was our birthday, but they all passed. Gee, I wonder why?” grinned CJ. “They hate your guts. You left without a trace not telling them where you’ve been. You were missing for a good 14 years or so!” Kyle knew he wasn’t a saint, but he knew CJ wasn’t either. “I joined the Army, Kyle. I served our nation in Afghanistan, Pakistan, as well as Iraq,” proudly proclaimed CJ. “Yeah, and you got kicked out because of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell. You just can’t control yourself,” smirked Kyle. “We all make mistakes. You fell for a straight guy who would never reciprocate your feelings for him. Potato Pot-tah-to,” said CJ. “Oliver was not a mistake. Our relationship was not a mistake. OK, let me open your gift…keys?" said Kyle as he saw the contents of the box. “Keys to your new, white, Ford F-150 pickup. It’s waiting in the parking garage. Wanna take it for a run tonight? Afterwards, we can try out the backseat, if you catch my drift,” said CJ naughtily. “Thanks. This is what I always wanted. Why did you get this for me? I really love it.” Kyle wasn’t joking. He dreamed about owning a white pickup since his childhood days. “Because I love you, that’s why,” smiled CJ. Laughing so hard in response, Kyle’s belly hurt. “You’re a riot, Clinton James. You don’t love me. You love what’s in my pants.” Kyle went on to chortle at the hilarity. “True, but you don’t love me either. I’ve accepted that, Kyle. It doesn’t bother me one bit that I’m always gonna be 2nd fiddle in your heart to Oliver. That’s totally cool. However, you have some accepting to do yourself. Oliver has moved on. He doesn’t want you anymore.” CJ doesn’t want Kyle to get hurt again. “I refuse to believe that. Oliver still has feelings for me. He proved it with that kiss he gave during Thanksgiving,” sighed Kyle. “Do you still love Oliver?” asked CJ. “Does a bear take a dump in the woods? Duh, CJ. YES! Not just yes, H*LL YES!” hollered Kyle, who never felt more sure of anything else in his life. End of Part 5 Note: Thanks for the comments and support. You helped make this all possible. Edited by OliverFishFan, Jul 16 2009, 10:04 PM.
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