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| Everybody Wants Fish, Chapter 4; Cris' Crisis: Reflections | |
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| b32guy | Aug 1 2009, 06:25 PM Post #1 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Title: Everybody Wants Fish, Part 4 SubTitle: Cris’ Crisis: Reflections Author: StevenW Creation Date: 8.1.09 Rating: PG-13 Genre: M/M romance Warnings: none Disclaimer: This author is in no way associated with "One Life To Live", ABC, or any actor. These fan fiction stories are not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Story Summary: Cristian Vega reflects on his recent night of passion with Oliver Fish and Kyle Lewis. Characters in this story, Cristian Vega, Layla Williamson, Oliver Fish, Kyle Lewis, Jared Banks, and Natalie Banks. It is a follow-up to Everybody Wants Fish, Part 1, 2, and 3, also by this author. Author’s Note: This chapter was written three months after the preceding ones. It will not coincide with the show. For instance, in this story, Cris, Layla, and Oliver are not yet roommates. Kyle has not yet been cleared of the blackmail charges, but his sister has just died. And the Shane/Stacy blood switcharoo has not yet been revealed. ====== Llanview Quarry, 3rd week of June “Cris!” Layla Williamson exclaims as she rounds the final bend of the circuitous and somewhat rugged route to Llanview’s unofficial and free swimming hole. “What are you doing here?” Cristian Vega detects none of the hostile undertones that usually comprise their conversations, so he replies in kind. “Mostly painting. Occasionally swimming. And, if I’m totally honest, reflecting on my life.” Layla is gob-smacked. She is not used to Cris speaking this way. Not to her anyway. Maybe their heartfelt conversation after Talia’s death was truly a changing point in their relationship. “Oh! Ah….” Cris smiles. “Too honest for you?” Layla widens her beautiful dark eyes. “No. It’s not that. I’m just not used to you being so forthcoming. Usually you reply with a sarcastic one-liner or something.” She laughed lightly as she set down her towel and tote. “Are you not feeling well?” Cristian again rejects the bait. He doesn’t want to fall back into old patterns with her. At present he doesn’t have the energy and in truth he much prefers their civil relationship. “I’m feeling fine.” His mind flashes to the night he spent with Oliver Fish and Kyle Lewis. He breaks into a different sort of smile, still unable to believe he went there and that he liked it. Layla scrunches her face. “Are you sure? You’re acting kind of funny.” The handsome Latino intrigues her. In truth, he always has. Cris accesses Layla. He likes her too. She is a woman and a beautiful one, but he is suddenly uncomfortable with appreciating that. His dalliance with his new gay friends and Layla’s own accusations have him doubting himself. He decides to change the subject. “Layla, what are you doing here by yourself? It isn’t safe for a woman to come here alone.” Layla slips into her old habits now – the vocal and defensive woman’s advocate. “Oooh! Poor fragile woman needs a man to protect her. I can take care of myself, Cris! So put your hormones back in your pants.” Cris shakes his head. This is the Layla he really knows. The spitfire. Still, he refuses to fall into old patterns. “It’s not hormones. It’s just human decency.” “Well, if it is unsafe for me here then it is unsafe for you as well.” The young artist and decent human just rolls his eyes. Seeing that spurs the headstrong young woman on. “Hey, men get attacked too.” “I suppose.” Cris shrugs, returning to his painting. “But even you would have to admit the odds for a man are less than those for a woman.” “Yeah, but…” She can’t think of a sharp enough response so she changes the subject. “Besides, Natalie and Jared are meeting me here.” Cris continues in chivalrous mode. He can’t help it. “Well then you should wait in the car for them, with the key in the ignition. You never know who could be down here.” Layla looks around. “Well, it looks like just me and Van Gogh. I think I’m safe.” Cris throws up his hands, one holding a brush tightly. “Hey, I’m just saying.” Unable to admit she appreciates his protectiveness or that she made a risky decision, she again changes the subject. “So what are you painting?” “That cave over there.” He points to the cliff-face across the way. The young woman looks across the cool body of water and then back at Cristian’s painting. She is confused. “I don’t see a cave over there.” Cris smiles somewhat mischievously. “That is because you don’t have artist vision.” “Huh?” “There is no cave. But if there was, I imagine it would look like this.” He points to his painting. “Oh!” She is still confused. “And why are you painting a cave that isn’t there?” He sighs. It is a good question, but the truth is he doesn’t know. “I just am.” “There has to be a reason?” Layla presses as she moves back to her ‘rock’ and starts pulling off her outer garments. Cristian can’t help but notice her beauty again. He gets lost in it and then the memories of the male beauties he made love with two months ago flood him. He wonders if one is preferable to the other, if they are both equal, or if maybe there is a third choice. Layla pulls him from his thoughts, “Well?” “Well what?” Cris mimics, sort of. “Why are you painting what isn’t there?” “Well Layla, if you must know,” he begins, “I guess because I’ve recently become aware of how it is possible to see things differently all of a sudden. Things that were always there. Right in front of your face. But you never really noticed them.” Mid-answer it dawns on him that not only has he seen Oliver Fish differently then any other man in his life to date, but he is now seeing Layla Williamson differently too. She isn’t just a woman that needs rescuing. She is a decent, intelligent woman who just wants a romantic partner. An equal. Someone to trudge and skip through life with. Just like Fish, Lewis, and himself. “Seems I’m suddenly seeing a lot of things differently.” “Is it because of me?” She asks with uncharacteristic vulnerability. “You know, because of what I told you about the way you treat women.” “Oh!” He laughs a bit. “Could be.” “Care to elaborate?” She presses. He thinks briefly about opening up and sharing what he had been mulling over, but quickly decides against it. She was the one, after all, that had accused him of being interested in women only until he rescued them. It was a classic case of Peter Pan syndrome, or so she had said. And now he was consumed with thoughts of her, and yet, not just her. Until he could figure it out, he did not want to share. She looks at the non-answering artist and assesses him as well. She finds him incredibly sexy and wants to tell him so, but he had told her she always falls for the wrong guy. She couldn’t now confess to falling for him. She was certain he would laugh at her. “Guess not.” She finally answers for him. “I’m going on in. It’s way too hot out here. Watch my stuff?” The artist is pulled from his thoughts again. “Sure.” “And by the way, I have artist vision. Or did you forget I used to design clothes.” Cris laughs. “I didn’t forget.” “Good!” She smirks, satisfied at having gotten the last word. He watches as she travels carefully over the huge boulders and eases herself into the cold quarry water. He is pleased when she is smart enough not to dive head first into the clear, cool waters of the quarry. “Cris!” Natalie calls out as she and her new husband Jared Banks round the bend. “Is Layla here? I saw her car. She didn’t tell me you were coming.” “Hey!” Cris greets the newcomers. “She is and she didn’t know I would be here. She is already in the water.” “Hey Cris!” Jared says and he saunters up and assesses Cris’ latest masterpiece. He does as Layla did, looks at the painting and then across the way, and then back at the painting. “There is no cave over there.” “Artist vision.” Natalie answers for the artist, causing him to smile. “Right?” “Correct, Miss. Buchannan.” “Actually, it is Mrs. Banks now.” “So I heard,” Cris confirms with a smile. “Congratulations to you both.” He then shivers as if struck by lightning. He is overcome with memories of his time with Natalie. Yet another relationship with a fine woman that failed miserably. “Are you all right?” Natalie asks. “You can’t be cold. It’s uncharacteristically warm for late June.” Cris shakes it off. “No, I’m fine. What are you two doing here? There is a heated pool at Llanfair, as I remember.” “True!” Nat concedes. “But I love this place and wanted to show Jared before all the teenagers take over.” Cris offers a semi-condescending half-smile. “What?” Nat asks. “Us, complaining about teenagers. I feel old suddenly.” Natalie is confused now. She doesn’t feel old. Jared grows impatient “Come on hun, let’s get in the water.” “You go on,” Natalie says, “I’ll just chat with Cris a moment more.” “Suit yourself.” Jared quips, as he strips off his shirt, shorts, and shoes, and then clamors over the boulders. “Layla. I’m coming.” Natalie and Cris both cringe as Jared plunges head first into the quarry. “That is not smart.” Cris notes. “Tell me about it. The water is clear. I guess he thought it was safe.” “Clear or not, I wouldn’t do it. Things shift and change. You can never be certain of what’s just beneath the surface.” The comment strikes her as odd. “Are we talking about the quarry? Because that sounds completely introspective.” Cristian laughs lightly. “I could never fool you.” Natalie snaps her head slightly. “So don’t even try. Now what’s really going on?” She perches herself on a nearby boulder and begins removing her outer garments. Cris notes her beauty too. He can’t help it. So many women. So much beauty. And all of it his at one time or another, yet he always lost it. It somehow slipped away. He realizes now, he is wondering why. “I’m just feeling melancholy. That’s it.” He doesn’t want to open up to her either. At least he thinks he doesn’t. “Don’t worry about me Nat. That ship has sailed. You’re a married woman now. Happily, I presume.” He cracks a smile. She appreciates the acknowledgement, but is undeterred. “Yes I am, but I can still care about you Cris. And you’ve lost a lot lately. Antonio. Talia. Vanessa. Sarah. And now you are out here painting something that isn’t there, talking about feeling old, and being all philosophical. I can’t help but wonder why.” The reflective artist is amazed. He had forgotten how good Natalie was at putting puzzles together. “I wasn’t that close to Talia and Antonio had already left. It is harder on my mother, I think. She is a different person now. And Vanessa, well, I can thank Tea for that. And Sarah, well, according to Layla, I’m only interested in women I can save.” The stunning redhead hones right in on the important part of that answer. “What happens after you save them?” “Apparently I lose interest.” She arches her brows as she digests that response. “Why do you care what Layla says?” Cristian gives up on the painting and parks himself on another boulder, opposite Natalie. “I’m not sure I do. But I am sure I see her now as needing saving and so I specifically don’t want to start a relationship because of that.” “So you like Layla?” “I guess! But how do I know I’m not just looking for the next damsel in distress?” The twenty-something redhead ponders a minute. “Cristian, isn’t that how all relationships start? I mean when you boil it down.” Cris perks up, hopeful that that could be a universal truth. “How so?” “Well, you’re either trying to fix something in the other person’s life, or you are trying to fix something in your own. Don’t you think?” “I never thought of it that way.” And then the excitement quickly fades. “But Nat, I’ve had so many girlfriends. You, for instance. I saved you from yourself and your anger. At least at first. Then we kind of got off track by my being ‘dead’ for a year.” He snickers a bit at the memory. “I remember.” She snickers too. “And then you got involved with John and I didn’t fight for us.” “I don’t think I gave you a chance.” “Maybe not. But there were so many more. Jess, your sister. She was my first girlfriend. And I can’t even remember what happened there except Will Rappaport was always involved. And then their was his sister, Jen Rappaport. And Rosana was in there somewhere. And then Evangeline. I had to save her from Todd and blindness. And even Blair, briefly. And then Sarah. I literally saved her from death.” Natalie smiles. “And I bet she appreciates it.” Cristian sighs, shrugs, stands, and returns to his painting. “At some level. But my point is the relationships I’ve been in never last. Either I’m failing in the selection process or at putting the work in.” “Or maybe,” Natalie suggests, “they just weren’t meant to be. You know this town is notoriously hard on relationships. Just look around you. John and I are long over. And I’m married now to Jared.” “Happily.” He teases. She cocks her head sideways. “We’ve already covered that.” “Yeah.” The artist agrees and then waves his free hand at her. “Go on. Go join your husband. I don’t want him getting jealous.” Natalie finishes folding her shorts and lays them on her boulder. “Cris, things will change. You will see. You’ll find the one and keep her.” Images of Layla, Oliver, and Kyle flash through his mind but he doesn’t let on. “Right! Now off with you. My paints are drying.” She smiles, gives him a quick hug, and then makes her way to the water. Layla immediately greets her, “Is Cris okay? You two talked a long time.” “He’s just feeling a little melancholy. He has a lot of losses lately.” And then she can’t help but add, “You two have that in common.” The words register with Layla as she is flooded with memories of Talia, Sarah, and her sister. Jared, meanwhile, greets his wife with a playful dunk, which she is quick to return. On the cliff top Cristian Vega continues his painting while listening to their squeals of delight. He is lost in his thoughts and his canvas when he is suddenly grabbed from behind. “Got ya!” Oliver Fish and Kyle Lewis shout. Cristian struggles weakly in their arms. “Damn! You two about gave me a heart attack.” He can’t help but notice how good being in their arms again feels, but he doesn’t linger. “Sorry!” Oliver says sincerely. “When we saw you standing here alone we couldn’t resist.” Kyle moves to yet another boulder and begins stripping down. “We’re bad.” Cristian notes that he notes the young intern’s physique. He forces his eyes back to his painting. Oliver offers his assessment. “I see you’re augmenting Mother Nature. Very impressive. I like it. When I look at your painting and then over yonder.” He points across the water. “I can almost visualize the cave. Like I expect it to be there. Nice work.” A trunk-clad Kyle returns for a closer look. “I don’t get it. Aren’t artist supposed to paint what they see? There is no cave.” Oliver playfully punches his newfound boyfriend. “That is the point, Ky. He sees the cave.” Ky is not buying it and remains adamant. “But there is no cave.” “But there is in his mind.” Oliver says, as he moves to the boulder Kyle claimed and begins disrobing. Kyle looks across the way again and repeats himself. “But there is no cave.” “It’s called imagination Kyle,” Cris finally says. “Artists often paint a mixture of what is real and what isn’t, if they want to.” “Oh, now that I get.” Cris finds himself staring at Oliver as the surprisingly beefy cop steps out of his shorts. Kyle can’t help but notice this. “Having second thoughts?” “Huh?” Cris says, embarrassed at having been caught. This draws Oliver’s attention. “About pulling yourself out of our relationship.” “No!” The oldest man in the group replies defensively. “Just checking.” Kyle teases and then turns serious. “Ollie is a Godsend.” This surprises Cris. “How so?” “My sister just died in that KAD mess with Powell Lord. She was somehow right smack dab in the middle of it.” He takes a sad pause and then adds, “And not in a good way. I’m still digesting it all.” He pauses again. Cris’ eyes follow Kyle’s to Oliver. “He has been very supportive, even though I’m in legal limbo because of it. I don’t think I could make it without him.” “So that was your sister. I’m so sorry.” Cris pulls Kyle into a friendly hug. Kyle accepts the hug briefly and then pulls away. “Don’t get me going. We’re here to forget all that.” He turns to his partner. “You ready Ollie?” “Sure am!” Ollie catches Cris’ eyes and asks a question ripe with double meaning. “You want to join us?” Cris finds himself blushing. “No. I’ve got to finish this.” The young policeman accepts the partial answer. “It’s good, Cris. The painting.” He pats Cris’ shoulder as he passes. “Just know you are always welcome.” A thousand questions go unasked as the confused Mr. Vega watches two more people he seems to find attractive heading for the water. He suddenly panics and yells after them, “Guys!” They stop and turn. “Yeah!” “Don’t dive in head first! Okay?” “Hey, we’re professionals. We wouldn’t be that stupid.” Kyle yells back and then turns and proceeds to do exactly that. For a moment both Oliver and Cristian stand frozen with fear, but then the precocious intern pops up laughing. “Jerk!” Cris yells. “Ky!” Oliver reprimands, as he plods cautiously in. “That was reckless.” “Relax Ollie! People have been swimming here for ages and no one has gotten hurt. It has to be safe.” “That’s what I thought!” Jared Banks adds as he paddles over. “Hey Mr. Blackmailer.” “Well, you’re both wrong.” Natalie wades into the conversation as she joins the aqua-group. “Al Holden fell off a cliff here and was paralyzed.” “That’s different from jumping in.” Jared rebuts. “Yeah, but Jared, the point is these rocks can do serious damage. Cris knows that well. He’s the one that sent Al over that cliff.” “Say what?” All four of her lake-mates utter, as they dog-paddle somewhat silently. “They were fighting up there.” She points to a nearby cliff. “Over a girl named Jen Rappaport. He punched Al and Al lost his footing and fell. That is why Cris is so touchy about diving in here head first.” “Was he charged?” The cop in the water asked. “No! Just racked with guilt for some time. It is a very long story, and both Jen and Al are dead now [the reader may remember this is not entirely true in Al’s case]. I’m a little worried about Cris. He seems depressed. Do you guys know him?” “I’ll say!” Kyle blurts out. “Ky!” Oliver reprimands again. Then he turns to Natalie. “We’re friends.” “Really?” The detective in Natalie asks. Then she turns to Kyle Lewis. “You’re friends with Cris?” “Newfound.” He answers cautiously. “Hmm! I’ll have to warn him.” Kyle goes immediately on offense. “Hey, let’s not go there. Why do you conveniently forget that I practically begged you both to tell Jessica the truth?” “You still put the screws to us.” Jared counters. Kyle answers defensively. “That was your idea, as I recall.” Oliver grew uncomfortable having his boyfriend attacked, especially now when he felt Kyle vulnerable. “People please! We’re here to swim.” Natalie turns to Fish. “You’re a cop, right? What’s a policeman doing hanging around with this lowlife?” Layla jumps on that. “I’d like to know that myself. I would think you would be here with that blonde bimbo.” Oliver struggles to respond. “I um… I… Ah…” “The gentleman prefers black-haired beauties.” Kyle replies, in an attempt to make a joke. “I find that hard to believe?” Layla states, aware that she has said black hair and yet Oliver passed on her for the blonde. Natalie is quick to put the pieces together and just as quickly accuses Kyle. “You’ve got black hair. Are you two gay?” “And proud of it.” Kyle replies, mostly in an attempt to impress his new again boyfriend. “You’re gay!” Layla practically whispers. As if she were afraid the words might really register in her brain. Being dumped for a blonde female bimbo was one thing but being dumped for a male black-haired black-mailer was something altogether different. “You guys aren’t gay!” Jared laughs off, but even he doesn’t believe it. Kyle looks to Oliver for support. And then the other three look to him for confirmation. “Come on Ollie, you wanted me out and proud. So tell the good people we’re a couple.” Oliver looked like a deer in headlights except he was quite literally, a Fish in water. “Ollie?” Kyle presses. After a few tense moments Oliver Fish answers, “It’s true. We are gay.” “And a couple!” Ky adds assertively and then swims next to Ollie and gives him a wet sloppy kiss on the cheek. “You go for guys too?” Layla screams her outrage. This question Oliver Fish is finally ready to answer and does so quickly. “Actually Layla, I prefer guys. I was just in denial.” “But you left with that tramp, Stacy. And we went out several times.” Oliver shrugs so Kyle answers for him, “Sorry hun, de-nile is a long river.” “Oh for God’s sake!” Layla yells. “I’m out of here.” “Layla!” Oliver screams after her, “It wasn’t you.” “Ya think!” Natalie adds and then swims off after her friend. Jared, who is now left exchanging awkward glances and trending water alone with the two handsome gay men, suddenly feels self-conscious. He finally says, “I better go after my wife.” The two gay guys ignore him. One is mad at his partner and one is mad at himself. Kyle’s eyes grow wide with anger. “I don’t get you man. You wanted me out and proud, and I’m pretty sure I just was, and you just stand there. What’s up with that?” “Float.” Ollie corrects. “Technically I floated here.” “Cut the crap Ollie. What gives?” “Kyle, it’s a bunch of things. Can we talk about it when we are on solid ground?” “Then let’s get to some. Because I’m pissed.” Ollie points to the cliff top. “But they’re all up there now, where our stuff is.” Kyle concedes the point, scans the horizon, and then points to a spot on the shoreline about 500 yards east. “There’s a big enough rock outcropping. Race ya!” And off he went, just like Pichael Mhelps on a natural substance. The competitive nature in Oliver took over; he accepted the challenge and was right behind him, but not for long. His longer reach allowed him to win the race. Meanwhile, back in the boulder lands, Layla storms up, and begins toweling off. “Fish is gay!” She announces to Cristian. “Yeah, I know!” Cris relates quickly, trying desperately to be nonchalant. Layla stops toweling and glares at him. “You knew!” He continues being aloof. “Yeah, for awhile now.” “And you didn’t tell me.” Cris shrugs, “why would I? You’re not dating the guy anymore.” “But I did?” “So what? You treated him like crap the night of the Go Red Ball. And you can’t tell me you were ever really that into him.” He stares and waits for her answer. When it doesn’t come he softens and adds, “Besides, I imagine there are a lot of women who have dated gay guys and didn’t know it.” “Layla, hold up.” Natalie screams breathless. “Damn girl, you are fast when you want to be.” “The guy is gay and Cristian here is telling me it is no big deal. He already knew.” Natalie looks at Cris briefly as she grabs her own towel. She makes a mental note of this information but files it away for a later conversation. At the moment, she has to agree with him. “Well, he is right. You only dated him a few times. It’s not like you were in a serious relationship with him. Why is it a big deal?” Jared arrives and begins to silently dry and dress. He knows the quarry outing is over. In an uncharacteristic moment of confession Layla blurts out, “because I didn’t see it. I dated another wrong guy.” “What is with you two?” Natalie questions aloud. “Which two?” Layla asks as she finishes dressing and stuffs everything remaining in her tote. “You and Cris. He was talking earlier about always dating the wrong person and now that seems to be your problem too.” “He was?” Layla asks and then directs the question to Cris. “You were?” “Pretty much!” He admits. Unable to keep quiet any longer, Jared blurts out, “why don’t you two just date each other?” “Cris?” Layla screams. “Layla?” Cris screams. “Give me strength!” Natalie screams in frustration. “Just a thought.” Jared adds with a shrug. “I’m out of here.” Layla says. “Good luck with your invisible cave, Mr. Secret Keeper.” “Hey, wait for me!” Natalie says, as she takes off after her friend. “Jared!” Jared looks at Cris and says, “Women, can’t live with them, can’t live without them.” Cristian nods, wondering if that was still true for him. When it grew quiet again, instinct or curiosity drew him closer to the water’s edge. He easily found his two new special friends, sitting on that rock outcropping a short distance away, just talking and kicking at the water. He thought briefly about joining them. After all, they had said he was always welcome. “Are you crazy Cris?” He asks himself out loud. “They are two guys. One would be change enough, but two? That is just crazy. Besides, look at them, they clearly have feelings for each other. How in the world would that work? And you’re not even sure you want it too. You’re just lonely. And Good Lord, you’re talking to yourself.” He shakes his head, as if clearly doing so would remove the invading and persistent thoughts. Then he moves back to his painting and quickly gets lost in it again. At least for a few minutes. “Cris!” Natalie’s voice surprises him. “Nat! You’re back. Where’s Jared?” “He went with Layla to try and calm her down. I wanted to talk to you about Kyle Lewis.” Cris’ facial expression changes instantly to worry. “He told me you know him. He’s bad news, Cris. He tried to blackmail me and Jared over the Chloe situation. And he may be involved with all those murders of late.” Cris instantly relaxes. This conversation he could handle. “No Natalie. Kyle is cool. He wasn’t involved in the murders. That was his sister. Believe me he was as shocked as everyone else over Rebecca’s involvement.” “He still tried to blackmail me.” She presses. “That was wrong and stupid, but Nat, let’s be honest here. I’ve done some pretty bad things myself, as has Jessica, Jared, and if I might point out, you. Or have you forgotten what you and Seth tried to do when you first arrived in Llanview?” The red-head grimaces. She doesn’t like being reminded of that time. She had done horrible things and her family had forgiven her. Cris reads her internal thought process. “I’m not trying to hurt you.” He moves to hug her. “I’m just saying this town is also full of people who do stupid things. Believe me when I tell you Kyle regrets that very much.” She catches his eyes and finds truth and sincerity there. “Sounds like you like this Kyle.” “I do. And Oliver too! They are really nice guys. And Kyle is hurting right now, a lot. He loved his sister and had no idea she had a dark side.” “A really dark side.” Cris nods. “Sad, isn’t it?” “Very. But Talia was like your sister-in-law. How can you forgive him?” “Because he didn’t kill Talia. Rebecca and Powell did.” Natalie ponders the matter a second. “I guess I could talk to Beau about getting the charges dropped on the blackmailing stuff.” “I won’t ask you to do that. You go with your conscious. It will work out as it needs to.” “Well, he can’t be all bad. He has you in his corner and his boyfriend is a cop. And he did try to get us to tell the truth first. I’ll talk to Jared first, but he’ll probably be fine with it.” “Thanks Nat! Kyle will appreciate it.” Now her detective nature takes over again. “How come you know him so well?” Cris is still not ready for that discussion, so he lies. “He and Oliver come in the diner a lot when I’m helping Mom out. I got to know them there. Part of the job, you know: get to know the customers, make them feel special, so they’ll keep coming back.” “Oh!” She says, truly satisfied with this logical explanation. “Well, I better get.” “I’ll walk you out.” She protests. “I can do it.” “I know you can. But I want to.” The artist sits his brush down and begins ushering her and her protest back to her car. When he returns he spies once again on the two love birds. They are still sitting, sorting, and splashing about. He is still torn. Part of him wants to fill that empty hole inside, but a bigger part just can’t see Oliver Fish and Kyle Lewis as viable options. Ultimately, he decides to leave them on their own, so he packs up. The fieldwork for the invisible cave is complete. Edited by b32guy, Aug 4 2009, 11:38 AM.
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| Nukester | Aug 2 2009, 10:20 AM Post #2 |
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Now that's Nukesteresque! Brilliant! Full marks! Not liking so much swimming in a [limestone?] quarry in mid-May in PA. It would really shrink the actors' range. :$ And your cave metaphore is very drole. How come we can't have scenes like these on TV? Especially the sex scenes? Why is slash and spatter okay, and 3ways not? Nukester protests the injustice. [insert emoticon carrying protest sign here.] |
| b32guy | Aug 3 2009, 06:15 AM Post #3 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Did you mean dole - as in the pineapple, or troll - as in the scary creature that maybe lives in a cave. But what is it a metaphore for? Maybe not what you think. As to the TV... In defense of OLTL they do often have scenes like these. AAR, :grin: |
| Nukester | Aug 3 2009, 07:35 AM Post #4 |
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they do??? 3 guys in bed together??? I don't think I've seen that, not even on German TV (where I've seen full frontal during daytime). I want to watch THAT soap!!! OK, I meant "droll" and you know it. I can't spell (English) for crap. And the good thing about a metaphore is... the author lets each of us jump to our own conclusions. Thanx! |
| b32guy | Aug 4 2009, 06:03 AM Post #5 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Oops! Misunderstood you. My bad! Ha! No, you not going to see that on TV. |
| devillies | Aug 4 2009, 04:35 PM Post #6 |
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i wish we could see it on tv though |
| b32guy | Aug 4 2009, 06:36 PM Post #7 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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At this point, I'll happily settle for two just falling shirtless on a bed! |
| Nukester | Aug 4 2009, 07:11 PM Post #8 |
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devillies & Nukester are holding out for a threesome funsome on TV, without shirts, falling on the bed, --make that ROMPING-- and put the best shot on our Capitol One credit card, then pay off the card for us and we're nearly satisfied. :excellent: |
| CodeBlazeKish | Aug 13 2009, 06:00 AM Post #9 |
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Great Chapter Steve!! |
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