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| Everybody Wants Fish, Chapter 5; Cris' Crisis" Revelations and Memories | |
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| b32guy | Aug 4 2009, 11:36 AM Post #1 |
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Title: Everybody Wants Fish, Part 5 SubTitle: Cris’ Crisis: Revelations and Memories Author: StevenW Creation Date: 8.4.09 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: Oliver and Kyle have a chat. Cristian Vega continues to reflect on his life alone and with several other Llanview regulars. Characters in this story, Oliver Fish, Kyle Lewis, Cristian Vega, Clint Buchanan, Carlotta Vega, Jessica Buchanan, and Luna Moody (sort of). Author’s Note: I’ve discovered I definitely need to change the dates to make this story work. So it is now late June. Sorry about that. I went back and made minor changes to chapter 4 to fix the date thing but left the first three chapters alone. Also, this story has really morphed into a “Life in Llanview” series, but I’m going to keep the original title. Just know things will happen with other Llanview citizens in addition to Oliver and Kyle. ====== Llanview Quarry, same time and day in late June Oliver sighs in despair. This latest admission of questionable behavior by his new-again boyfriend is too much. “Geez Kyle, what happened to you?” Kyle is too ashamed to look at his lover so he kicks at the water instead. “I just don’t remember you this way in college. I mean, we had fun, and did stupid things. But nothing illegal or even close. Where does that come from all of a sudden? Or was it always there?” “We’re adults now, Ollie. Adult actions have adult consequences. Back in college the consequences were much less… less…” He struggles to find the right word. “…impacting.” Oliver forces a locked gaze, “But as adults we are suppose to be able to make better decisions. We’re supposed to know better.” “I know Babe.” Kyle rubs his lover’s wet sandy-haired head. “I have no excuse. Not one that covers everything anyway. I can rationalize each separate action.” “How am I supposed to react? I want an adult partner. Level-headed, mature, and with impulse control. I find you again after four years and in a matter of weeks find out you tried to black-mail people, inadvertently participated in a kidnapping, and now you tell me you switched the blood of two people. And for that despicable Stacy Morasco of all people. I warned you not to do that.” “The blood thing wasn’t illegal. Roxy Balsom had the authority to have the blood drawn from the donor. I just did the drawing.” “No Kyle, you didn’t. You then gave the blood to Roxy who gave it to Stacy and she then swapped it out with hers and gave it to Dr. McBain who then put it into Shane Morasco. You knew all that was going to happen. It may not be criminal but at the very least there has to have been medical danger in that protocol violation somewhere.” “I did it to save Shane’s life! Not to hurt him. I was very careful and explained how to handle the blood and all. But Stacy and Roxy had their own reasons and I tried to steer clear of them.” “Maybe, but afterwards you used the situation to get a free room from Roxy. That’s blackmail again.” “Ollie.” Kyle pleads, throwing an arm around his friend as he does. “I’ve told you I’m not perfect. If you think about it you’ll remember you knew that from college. We – you, me, and our frat brothers – did some very questionable things back in the day. And despite how you remember it, one or two were illegal. Raids on sororities, other frat houses, spraying graffiti her and there, and even stealing Cherryvale U’s beloved goat mascot, as I recall. You didn’t have a problem then. In fact, it was just after the mascot raid that you and I got together for the first time.” Ollie playfully pushes him away. “It was not. We just kissed. And we were drunk. And then we both pretended it didn’t happen for weeks.” Kyle leans back in. “Drunk or not, I well remember that kiss.” The cop’s mood changes instantly. “Me too! It was… was…” “Phantasmagorical!” Kyle teases. Fish nods in agreement. “It was!” “Yeah, and then you made me wait two more weeks for a repeat.” This time Oliver breaks into a full belly laugh. “Yeah! And you came up with that wacked out plan for me to help you will your anatomy homework. How lame and transparent that was. You weren’t even taking anatomy that semester.” Kyle grins, plants a quick kiss, and grins again. “But it worked.” “Only because I was horny.” Ollie teases. “Yeah! For me! Admit it?” “What’s the point? We both know what we were for the other. It had been brewing for years. We had always paired off and found ways to avoid dating the ladies. At least most of the time.” “Yeah, and no one even noticed.” “That we know of.” “They would have said something. We were basically a bunch of Neanderthals. I’m certain they would have said something.” “If only we hadn’t roomed together that last year. It never would have happened.” Kyle’s dark eyes widen. “I’m offended. I wish we would have roomed together all four years.” Oliver looks at his lover again and realizes he has hurt him. “True. That would have probably been better. I’m sorry for that crack. It’s just all the things you’ve done and the way people look at you. It gets to me.” The partner with questionable morals takes the moment to tread into dangerous waters. He feels he has to. “But we’re past that now, right? I mean I know we still have a lot to get through. But we are past it, right?” Ollie studies his lover’s dark eyes, wondering if they are hiding anything else. “I suppose. But I’m warning you Ky, you better straighten up. No more questionable activities. I’m a cop now. I can only over look so much.” The wanna-be-resident takes the actually-is-cop’s right hand and clasps it tightly. “Babe, I swear to you, I will fly right. I want you to be proud of me. No more bad Kyle Lewis.” Oliver Fish smiles. “Good. Now we’ve got to work on finding you a new career.” “Maybe not. I’m meeting with the Hospital Administrator tomorrow. I’m hopeful I’ll get into the Residency program as planned.” “Do I want to know how?” Oliver teases. “Hey! Look at these dimples and puppy-dog eyes; I plan on putting them to good use.” Ollie turns away. “Oh geez. I knew I didn’t want to know.” Kyle forces Ollie to look at him again and then makes his pathetic and hopeful face in a greatly exaggerated way until Oliver cracks. “All right already. The guy doesn’t stand a chance.” “How do you know it’s a guy?” “Hmmm! Interesting point. Would I prefer it to be a guy or would I prefer it to be a gal?” “It’s a guy. But don’t go getting all jealous when you’ve got Mr. Artist Man practically drooling all over you.” Oliver perks up now. “I do, don’t I?” “Oh yeah! Big time. The guys a major Clomo, if you ask me.” “No. I think it’s something else. I don’t think he is gay at all. But are you jealous? Cause I’ll drop him if you want.” Ky stands and pulls Ollie up. “Nah! I actually like the guy and as long as you and he don’t hide anything from me, I’m fine with it.” “You’re not jealous? I might be hurt.” “Not of him. Just don’t go roaming anywhere else.” Ollie pulls his partner close, “Well, BABE. You either. And by the way, I forgot to tell you, I was proud of you earlier. In the water. When you outed us. I was just momentarily stunned.” “I knew that. But part of that show was for Natalie and Jared. I was trying to knock them off their high horse.” “I knew that.” Ollie teases and then kisses his lover, long and slow. When they break he adds, “We are likely to have problems though, with my parents. I’m ready to tell them and you know they aren’t going to understand.” “Well at least you have parents. I literally have no one.” “What about your aunt and uncle? The ones that raised you after your parents died.” “I haven’t spoken to them since just before our college graduation.” “What?” Oliver asks, stunned by this revelation. “Later!” Kyle avoids explaining. “I want to swim some more.” Then he dives back in; head first, of course. “Will you quit doing that!” Ollie complains to the empty air around him. He glances briefly at the cliff top, spies no one, and then slips safely into the water himself. Angel Square, just a bit later that day Cristian Vega sits underneath the Luna Moody angel statue. He is deep in thought and his crinkled forehead completes the picture. His lemonade freeze has been consumed, and the brain freeze it caused has already been forgotten. Clint Buchannan comes rushing through the square in his usual rhino mode but the forlorn Mr. Vega somehow catches his attention. “Cris!” The Buchannan patriarch says. “Is everything all right?” Cris looks up, “Oh hey Mr. B.!” He sighs and then tries to sound convincing. “Yeah, everything is fine.” Clint plants himself and pats the right knee of his onetime son-in-law and onetime almost step-son. “I’m not buying it.” Cris looks into the older man’s face. His mother almost married this man once. This man was the father of two of his former girl-friends. Well, actually, he married Natalie, so Clint was his father-in-law briefly. Yet he realizes they aren’t close. How can he confide in Clint? A man of Clint’s generation would not likely understand his dilemma anyway. Clint continues. “I’m here. I’m listening.” He looks at his watch. “I’ve got a good ten minutes.” Cris laughs. “Do you say those kinds of things to your kids?” “Ouch!” Clint laughs. “I hope not. But I bet I probably have. I’m more like Asa than I want to be.” Cris shakes his head in disagreement. “I don’t know. You seem to have a heart. Asa, not so much. Sorry!” Clint shrugs. “He was who he was.” Cris brightens a bit. He has suddenly remembered Asa married many times. And, in fact, Clint has married only three, but twice to Vicki. Maybe there is a question he can ask. “I’m thinking about lost loves. How come love never lasts?” Clint rolls his head and gives a belly laugh. “Oh Lord! I don’t think I can help you there. My track record is not so good.” “That’s my point. Well, do you think all men seek out women they can save? Is that why Asa married all those women? Or you with your women?” “Well, speaking about Asa, the answer is definitely no. Asa only did things for Asa. He wasn’t into saving anybody. And me, I don’t think so. Certainly not with Vicki. That was love. And now with Nora, well, she definitely doesn’t need saving, so that is love too. I’ll have to ponder the others and get back to you. But why do you ask?” Cris clams up again. “No reason!” “Come on Cris! You’ve still got four minutes. You should spill. It is when a man doesn’t want to talk that he needs to.” Cris laughs hard now. Clint is baffled. “What’s so funny?” “I just said that to somebody the other day. In fact, it is kind of what started this mess.” “Huh? I don’t get it.” Carlotta Vega walks up. “Hey Mejo! Forgive me if I’ve not spelled this right. Hey Clint!” “Mama’!” Cris says, his voice full of relief. He is grateful for the interruption. “Carlotta!” Clint greets. “You’re looking lovely today.” “Why thank you Clint.” The appreciative woman responds. “What am I missing?” “Just small talk!” Cris is quick to say. “Nothing important.” Clint gives him a suspicious look. “You sure?” “Yeah, thanks Mr. B. Besides my time is up.” Clint laughs again as he pats Cris’ back a bit too hard. “Okay, I get the point. You have quite the son here.” “I’m very proud of him.” Carlotta is quick to say. “Well, you both take care!” Clint says and then quickly disappears. Carlotta hugs her son and then they sit under the ever watchful gaze of Angel Luna. “So what is wrong with my most loved son today?” Cris smiles weakly. “You only say that because Antonio is no longer in town.” “You got me. But you know I love you, Mejo. Very much!” “Me too, Mama’!” “So?” The youngest Vega surrenders. Hey, it’s his mother, he has no choice no matter how old he gets. “I’m thinking about lost loves and how we pick lovers in the first place.” “Oh! That’s a heavy topic. Are you missing Sarah? Surely you’re not missing that dreadful Vanessa?” Cris surprises himself with an honest answer. “I’m not sure who I’m missing.” “Is it maybe Antonio and Jamie and Talia? I know I am missing them.” “Yes, of course. But I’m talking romantic things now. How come you never remarried Mom? You’re certainly a beautiful vibrant woman. I know Clint dated you and there must have been others who were interested.” The Vega matriarch sighs now. “Diego was the love of my life. He was a great love. Muy caliente! Those kind are hard to replace. Finding love and keeping it takes time and I never had any. I had to focus on you and Antonio and the unreasonable demands of Dorian Cramer.” She shudders at the memory of her time as Dorian’s housekeeper. “And then later, the diner.” Cristian agrees with all that as it is nothing new. “But later, after we grew up. Why remain single?” “By then I was old and set in my ways. I was content in life.” “You’re not old Mama’. Don’t you want to find somebody?” “That is not an easy question when you are ol… my age. Some days you do and others your happiest moments are when all your chores for the day are done and you get to go to your quiet private home and just be.” “So you are happy?” “I think so. If I wasn’t I’d be motivated to do something to change it. Maybe I’d get after Mr. Clint again. I’ve got a few days before he marries Nora, his brother’s ex-wife. Me dan fuerza (Give me strength).” “Why didn’t you and Clint marry?” Carlotta shakes her head. “I have no idea now. The things you remember change as you age too.” “Mama’ I think you need a vacation. You sound tired. You even almost look different.” “Funny you say that. I just heard from Antonio. He and Jamie are living in Esperanza now. He wants me to come live with him. And you too. He thinks we’ve had too much bad luck in Llanview. I was just going to see Moe and Noelle about covering Buenos Dias for a while.” “Wow! That’s a shocker. Where do I begin? What happened about tracking down Carlo Hesser?” “Jamie happened. She is more important. He is a single father, you know.” “True. I get that. But we’ve lived in Llanview for so many years.” “Well, it is just an extended vacation for now. But I have to admit being in Puerto Rico again sounds very tempting.” “Not to me! No offense.” She takes none. “Well, just know you can come. You must be free right now, given your questions. There is nobody new, is there?” Cris hesitates just a microsecond too long for his mother’s superior senses. “Oh, there is someone new. Who is she?” “I’m not sure there is Mama’. But I’ll let you know when I know. Even if you are in Puerto Rico. You should go. I’ll be fine.” “So you won’t share, again. Why did I raise my boys to be so secretive?” “It’s not that…” “Hey Cris!” Oliver Fish yells warmly as he approaches. “Hey stud!” Kyle adds in teasing mode. “Guys! Guys!” Cris is quick to say as he stands. “This is my mother, Carlotta Vega. Mama’ these are my new friends. The tall good-looking one is Oliver Fish, he is a cop. And he is really sweet. The shorter ugly one is Kyle Lewis and he is not so sweet. But he does hope to be a doctor.” Cris gives Kyle a quick smirk. “Then he’ll fit right in.” She takes Kyle’s hand and shakes it. “I don’t know any sweet doctors.” “It’s true,” he teases back, “I have a horrible bedside manner.” “He does not.” Oliver counters as he pulls him into a sideways hug. “He is as sweet as pie.” Carlotta suddenly looks confused and suspicious. Cris quickly moves between his new friends and pats Oliver’s chest as inconspicuously as possible; sending a silent message. “These two are quite the kidders.” “Right!” Oliver continues the deception. “Just kidding, Mrs. Vega. There is no one sweeter than your son.” He offers Carlotta his hand. Carlotta vacantly takes it. She is baffled by this behavior but she knows them from the diner so she dismisses it. “Nice to officially meet you. Both of you. I didn’t realize you knew my son.” “We’re new friends, Mama’.” Cris says. “From the diner. They’re a hoot.” “Oh!” She says. “It is good to have friends, new and old. And with your brother not here. It is a good thing.” She shrugs while still assessing the twosome. “Right! Antonio.” Cris pounces on the moment. “You were going to find Moe and Noelle.” “Ah! A mother’s cue to leave. Very well.” She kisses her son’s cheek and offers a wave to his new friends. The three stand silently as she disappears around the corner. “I’m so sorry guys. My mother is very intuitive and I just didn’t want any red flags popping up by suddenly having new gay friends.” Kyle is quick to answer. “Having or being?” Cris adopts a tortured look. “Having. We’ve already covered this.” “So you say.” “Kyle, let the guy be. We’ve all been there. He can out us to his mother on his own time.” “Fine!” The impertinent short one replies and then adds sarcastically, “but does our friend want to join us? We’re going for beer and pizza in our room.” Cris shakes his head. Kyle has wounded him and they all know it. “Cris,” Oliver says softly. “You are welcome. Kyle didn’t mean it that way.” “Yes he did. And I don’t blame him. Besides, you guys don’t need me.” Kyle follows Oliver’s lead. “I’m sorry Cris. I can be a shit. I’m on board with Oliver. You are always welcome in whatever capacity you want.” “Look guys, I guess I appreciate that. But I just can’t wrap my mind around it. You’ve just found each other again. Don’t you love each other? Why try to include me?” Ollie softly pats Cris’ left shoulder. “You’re right. We don’t need you, Cris. But maybe we think you need us.” Cris is stunned by that bit of compassion and struggles to hold back a tear or two. He finally manages to say, “yeah, as friends.” “Then that is fine.” Ollie assures. “We are honored.” “Okay then, just not today. I’ve just had a freeze.” “A what?” Kyle asks. Cris picks up his empty cup and wiggles it in front of Kyle. “A freeze. A slushee. A slurpee.” “Does that translate to you’re not hungry for food and drink right now?” Kyle questions. Cris laughs but speaks to Oliver. “What do you see in this guy?” Ollie looks at Ky, shrugs, and then answers. “Love. I see love.” Kyle moves close. “Oh Ollie! I really need that pizza now.” Oliver looks at Cris who forcibly says, “Go!” And they do, quickly. The feeling not-so-young Mr. Vega watches them depart as well. When he turns back around he is surprised to see Jessica Buchanan standing there. “Jess!” “Who are they?” She asks. Cris assumes she witnessed some part of that interaction from somewhere unseen. “Oh Jess,” he sighs from the weight of that simple question. “How strong are you feeling?” “Strong enough for whatever you want to talk about. Come let’s sit. It is very appropriate for us here. Don’t you think?” He knows instantly what she is talking about and looks at the statue. She continues. “You did such a good job. It looks just like Luna. You might have made it a little bigger though. Luna was larger than life.” She laughs lightly. “Probably should have. It is kind of cool though having something I made so many years ago still standing. It’s about the only good thing I’ve done with my life.” “That’s not true Cris. But I understand the sentiment. You and I have done some crazy things over the years.” From her demeanor he can tell she is joking. So he jokes back. “Yeah, you kidnapped your sister and her boyfriend and tried to kill them.” She continues the banter. “Well, you DID kill Tico Santi. And I thank you for that, by the way.” “You’re welcome. But I was brainwashed, remember.” “At least you have that excuse. I just have D.I.D. And what I did with Hope Thornheart is unforgivable, even with D.I.D.” “Haven’t Starr and Cole forgiven you?” “Yes they have, but I’m talking about me.” “Oh. We are always hardest on ourselves? You should forgive yourself.” “I know I should. But knowing and doing are two different animals.” “Tell me about different animals.” She gets the segue. “So, who were those guys? I think I know them both but can’t place them.” “One is Office Oliver Fish. He works for your uncle.” “Oh yeah! The tall one right. He is kind of cute.” “Yeah! He is.” When Cris doesn’t continue Jessica prompts him. “And the shorter one?” “He is Kyle Lewis. Med-tech and doctor wanna-be.” This surprises her. “The guy that blackmailed Natalie and Jared.” Cris shrugs yet again. “That is the one. But he tried to blackmail them Jess, he didn’t actually do it.” “Why are you defending him?” “Maybe because I killed a man and people got over it, or maybe because I know that he first begged them to tell you the truth.” She ignores the obvious meaning of the first part of his response and focuses on the second. “He did?” “He did? Ask Nat. She’ll confirm it. Kyle just did a dumb thing in a moment of stupidity.” “Hmm!” She pauses to ponder that and then asks, “So how do you know them.” Of all the people Cris has encountered since his dalliance with ‘the guys,’ Jessica is the one he feels most comfortable telling, but he is hesitant because of her mental health. “Jess, I don’t want to dump my problems on you.” “Cris, don’t consider it dumping. We were once in love. Actually we were first loves. I’m sure you remember. Do you ever think what might have been had Will not come between us? I do!” Cris laughs. “Funny you say that. I’ve actually been thinking a lot about that.” “Why do I get the feeling that is related to those two guys?” He pokes her forehead. “Because you’re one smart cookie.” “So then tell me?” He’s not sure it is wise, but he can hold it in no longer. “Jess, they’re gay and I slept with them once, about two months ago.” “You what!” She screams playfully. That was the response he had been waiting two months for someone to have. It breaks the tension and he laughs hysterically. “Oh my God! Cris!” “I know! I can’t believe it myself.” Happy tears are falling fast. “Whatever possessed you? How did that…? Both of them! At the same time.” So much relief is flooding over Cris, he almost giggles. “Yes! And I don’t know why.” He wipes at the tears. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” Her eyes grow wide as if she is trying to picture that reality. And then she dares asks, “Well, was it good? I mean two guys and all. Geez, I can’t believe I’m asking that.” “Oh my God, Jess! It was so far beyond good. I tell you I’ve never felt anything like it.” “Well, were you safe?” Then she scrunches her face and adds, “Are you gay now?” “No! No! I mean, yes, we were safe. Of course! But I’m not gay. That is the part that is killing me. The sex wasn’t what was so awesome; it was the camaraderie, the warmth, the caring. I don’t know. I don’t think I can describe it. It was just a totally different feeling than I’ve ever had before.” “Oh, I think I know what you mean. My favorite part of sex is when there is a connection and I’m in those big strong arms and sometimes when I feel all that weight pressing down on me. Ohhh!” She shivers. “Yes! That’s it.” Cris says excitedly. “Times two.” “I can only imagine the times two part. And both of them being guys. Aren’t you supposed to have a different sort of three-way fantasy?” He gets the joke and laughs. “Duh! I still don’t believe it, but since it happened, I can’t get it out of my head. I’ve spent two months trying to figure it out.” “So you want to do it again?” “God help me, but I do. And so do they.” He suddenly panics. “Say, don’t tell anyone. Especially Beau. Fish isn’t out at work.” “My lips are sealed. Though, I don’t know…” He reads her thoughts again. “All right. You can tell Natalie. Knowing her and what she saw and heard today, she is probably already putting the pieces together.” “Why? What happened today?” “I was painting at the quarry. And Natalie, Jared, Layla, Kyle, and Oliver were there.” “Why do you say his name differently?” “Who’s name?” “You know who.” “Oliver!” “Yes. That one.” “I don’t know. There is just something about the guy. He’s the one that caught my attention in the first place.” “So what is it about him?” “If I could answer that, I could answer a lot of things.” He shrugs in genuine confusion. “I sort of blame Layla. She may have a little something to do with it.” “Layla. How so? I thought you and she were like oil and vinegar.” “Some time ago she accused me of being a player. Said I only used women and didn’t really respect them. Or rescued them and then lost interest. Something like that.” “Well, she is wrong! And I’ll tell her so.” “I’m not so sure Jess. If I wasn’t a player wouldn’t at least one of my relationships have lasted?” “Cris! I’m not a player and I’ve probably had more relationships than you have. There are real reasons our relationships never work out. They are frequently odd and unbelievable, but quite legit. Why does Layla get to you so much?” “I guess because of Vang, but I’m not even sure of that. I’m not sure of anything anymore.” He pauses to draw in a long slow thought-clearing breath. “You know before the Oliver and Kyle thing I was considering dating Layla. Now I’m afraid to.” “I’m confused, you said you weren’t gay. Are you bi?” “No. I don’t think so. But that’s not even the issue with Layla. We’ve actually grown closer since Talia died and have had civil conversations for some time. I like her, but I’m wondering if that is because she is just there and available. Why would I like her now, after not liking her for so long? Besides, if I ask her out now she will think it is because I’m playing her. Or rescuing her. Or something. Who knows?” “Oh good Lord Cris! She’s a grown woman. Just put your cards on the table and ask her out.” “Sounds simple.” “That is because it is. But you might want to figure out this other thing first. You know, ‘the guys’ thing.” Cris laughs heartily. “Damn straight. She was none too happy today when she found out Oliver was gay. You know she dated him briefly.” “I vaguely remember. But, you know I was off canvas for a while.” “Yeah, I know. I’m so sorry. This has all been about me. You’re just so easy to talk to and I have such good memories of you, us.” He pauses again, but this time to wipe a stray tear. “Are you doing all right now?” She gives him a friendly cheek kiss and then smiles broadly. “I feel the same Cris. Always will. And as a matter of fact, I am feeling good. And I do have a new man in my life. Timely, huh. Brody Lovett.” “Well then he is a lucky man. A very lucky man indeed.” “Yes he is. And I’ve got to go meet him. In fact, I’m late.” She looks at her watch. “By about ten minutes.” Cris laughs. “What is it with Buchanans and ten minutes?” “Huh?” “Nothing! Go to your man. But thanks for the chat. It really helped. And remember, lips sealed for now.” “Except Nat.” They stand. “Right.” Cris agrees. “Come here. I’m giving you a hug.” “No,” she counters with a sly grin. “I’m giving you one. With my big strong arms.” He laughs again. “I’m never going to live that down, am I?” “Not in private.” She laughs and winks. “But I’ll torture you discreetly in public.” “I look forward to it. And good luck Jess. I hope Brody is the one.” “Too late. You might have been the one. Or Will. Or maybe Nash. Brody is just the current one. That’s the way it works for us Cris.” She then spies the angel statue again. “Why don’t you ask Luna what to do?” He gives her a slight head nod. “Good idea! I’ll do that.” And then he watches his first love leave and enter the Angel Square hotel. He thinks it funny and assumes Brody lives there. Then he turns to the statue and says quietly, “So, Luna Moody, any advice for this confused not-so-young man? Any at all? A sign. Something. Anything?” In the distance he suddenly hears a female voice saying, “Make way, pizza delivery, and I want my tip. Make way people.” His eyes widen with disbelief. He looks at Luna again, “Did you?” But she remains silent and stone-faced. “No! Couldn’t be.” |
| Nukester | Aug 4 2009, 03:12 PM Post #2 |
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Nukester's overwhelmed. You sent him to the urbandictionary looking up "Clomo." Made him wonder what an "Angel Luna" was, but ultimately got from the story it's a sculpture by ¿Cris? Why? Why is there a Luna in the plaza? [Nukester wants angel hair pasta in the luna square plaza. Say THAT 5 times real fast.] You made Nukester laugh! RIGHT! Like that wasn't lavender. But most of all left him gasping like a Fish OUT of water. So many names of characters he knows nothing about. Nuekster's a newbie. He confuses easily, which has nothing to do with him being a newbie. Thanx b32guy! You're a genuine SoapTater! Edited by Nukester, Aug 4 2009, 05:31 PM.
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| devillies | Aug 4 2009, 04:56 PM Post #3 |
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ive been enjoying u r story cant wait for next part |
| b32guy | Aug 4 2009, 06:34 PM Post #4 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Why thank you Mr. (or Ms.) devillies. I think I've gone a bit overboard with the Cris stuff. More about Ollie and Kyle will come. Nukester - Glad I made you laugh. I know you love it. Sorry about all the names. I'm trying to make a point to some folks. Ha! And it always disturbs me when you refer to yourself in the third person. I get chills. Later folks! |
| devillies | Aug 6 2009, 04:16 PM Post #5 |
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its, ms. devillies, lol . looking forwrd to the more kish stuff :D |
| loveinabeerbottle | Aug 6 2009, 09:23 PM Post #6 |
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Great job on the fic..I'm loving Chris's character coming out. very cool. can't wait for the next chapter |
| CodeBlazeKish | Aug 13 2009, 06:47 AM Post #7 |
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Great Chapter Steve!! |
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