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| Everybody Wants Fish, Chapter 6; Layla and Vicki's Surprises | |
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| b32guy | Aug 7 2009, 06:22 AM Post #1 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Title: Everybody Wants Fish, Part 6 SubTitle: Layla and Vicki’s Surprises Author: StevenW Creation Date: 8.7.09 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. Permission is granted to the rightful owners of this show and these characters to use all or any portion of this story as they see fit. No compensation is required, though a sly and clever nod or wink would be a thrill. Story Summary: Oliver and Kyle have a chat. Cristian and Layla have a chat and then get a big surprise. Vicki gets a huge surprise. Characters in this story, Oliver Fish, Kyle Lewis, Cristian Vega, Layla Williamson, Vicki Davidson and five unnamed others. Author’s Note: At the end. ====== Angel Square Hotel, Room 369 (the Kish room) Kyle and Oliver step from the shower, spent, but happy. They move into the bedroom and begin dressing. Kyle is nervous as there is one more ‘bad deed’ he needs to confess to his partner. Ollie is deep in thought. No, not about Cristian Vega; he is thinking about Kyle’s comment at the quarry earlier. Both men pull on designer briefs, but one stops there, and just sits at the end of the recently disturbed bed. “Ky,” he says, “what did you mean about not talking to your aunt and uncle since just before graduation?” Ky stops riffling through the drawer looking for a classy and clean pullover for their evening out. His nervousness is replaced with dread. He has been avoiding this topic since their first re-date at Capricorn some two months ago. Ollie reads his partner’s mood and decides to press. He pats the bed beside him. “Come on. It’s time you told me. Did that have something to do with our break-up?” The reluctant Lewis ambles over and sits. He is greeted with a sideways hug. “I guess we do need to talk about it.” Ollie strolls down memory lane for them both. “One day we were so happy; we had plans for after graduation. We were going to move to Washington, D.C. You were going to go to med school there and I was going to get a job with the CIA. And then boom, you suddenly started ranting and raving about it being time for us to grow up and to do so separately.” Kyle smiles very weakly. “You’re putting that very generously. I was not nearly that diplomatic.” “True! In fact, you were exceedingly vulgar and hurtful, even for you. But I’ve suddenly remembered that was a Monday, after you had spent the weekend with your parents. Something happened that weekend.” He grabs a slightly shaky hand; just sitting side-by-side is no longer enough. “First off, I don’t claim Ruth and Ralph Reynolds as my parents anymore. Never really did. My real parents died when I was a tot.” “I remember.” “And secondly, you’re right. I told them that weekend. Let’s just say it didn’t go well.” “I’m sorry!” “I’m hardly unique there. But I tried to be understanding of their position. After all, it was a shock to them. I figured they would need time. What I didn’t figure was that when I accompanied them to church that Sunday was that they would stand up in front of the whole congregation and ask them to pray for me because I was being tempted by the Devil to become a ‘ho-mo-sex-u-al.’” He shakes as if seriously chilled, so Ollie holds the hand tighter. “I can still remember the way they said the word. I tell you Ollie, I was mortified; and not just from the embarrassment.” “From their utter lack of respect and sympathy, perhaps.” “Something like that.” “So what happened?” “I stood there and got prayed for and over and around.” He breaks to smile briefly. “Obviously it didn’t work, but I endured it.” “And then?” “And then after church they actually expected me to be cured and when I started complaining, once we were back home, they got furious. We had a huge argument. They managed to shove me into the closet under the stairwell and locked me in there. That was where they put me when I was a kid and was being punished. I was so stupid, I didn’t see it coming, or they never would have gotten me in there.” Ollie’s face is a portrait of horror. “God! That is awful.” “Not to mention ironic.” Kyle jokes; it makes it easier. “But I only stayed a little while. They were on the outside saving Bible verses and rebuking the Devil and I was on the inside getting madder and madder. Finally, I grew a pair and kicked the door down. Actually splintered the thing. It was just pine slats, but still. It scared them. You should have seen their eyes. Just like the cartoons, I swear.” Oliver weakly shrugs; he doesn’t really know what to do. Plus he is picturing a similar scenario when he finally tells his folks, which will be soon. “I then told them to go do something decidedly un-Christian to themselves, went and got some of my stuff, and stormed out of the house. We haven’t talked or seen each other since.” “Ky,” Ollie sort of pleads, “Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you turn on me?” “Because I then went to see my sister. You remember she had not been adopted and so we weren’t raised together, but by then we had eeked out a relationship. So I went to her at her medical college in Baltimore.” “Ut oh!” “Yep! She also starts lecturing me about my lifestyle choice and how it is an abomination and how I’m going to hell and all. I was shocked. I really expected something different from her.” “Lord!” “Funny, how you keep bringing up God’s name.” “He doesn’t hate us, Kyle. Just some of his people do.” “I know that now, but I didn’t then. I was just so devastated and angry and confused and by the time I got back to our room at the KAD frat house I had convinced myself you were the source of all my problems. You don’t know how sorry I am for that.” Ollie raises his brows, showing his confusion. “But, why? I didn’t pursue you any more than you pursued me. It was just a completely normal attraction that neither of us could resist.” “Again. We know that now. Back then, not so much. I had convinced myself that the best thing to do to win my family back was to start over, without you. To see if I could be what they wanted.” He pauses to snicker a bit. “You know the funny part is I had convinced myself it was working, until I ran into you at the gym. Then poof, it all blew up. And I knew instantly, I hadn’t solved anything, or changed anything, I had just avoided everything.” “But I don’t understand, why couldn’t you just talk to me. You didn’t even give me a chance and you left me wounded and confused. You wouldn’t talk to me. You wouldn’t even stay in the room with me anymore. I was so hurt. I’ve never ever hurt so bad.” “I know Ollie. In my time of need, I turned away from the one person who really did love me. I should have turned toward him.” Kyle reaches up, cups Ollie’s chin, and offers a weak smile. “Honestly, it is hard hearing this now. By not talking to me you left me dazed and confused. And you kick started my own POD.” “POD?” “Period of Denial. We’ve already been over this, but I too decided to be what society wanted. So I started dating women. And it was going pretty well, until you showed up and got Thumper going again.” Kyle laughs, “I remember Thumper. I like Thumper.” Ollie smiles too. “Thumper remembers Beefstick. He likes Beefstick.” They both laugh, but lightly. “We must be fated to be together. We both said we’d never come back to Llanview and yet we both did and at around the same time. It’s Kismet.” Oliver grabs him tight, “Babe, let me hold you. Let’s just lie here a bit.” Kyle shrugs him off and stands. “Ollie, I’m not a wounded kid anymore. I’m healing fast and you are a big part of the cure, make no mistake there. I’m just sorry, I screwed up our plans and caused us to lose four years.” Ollie stands and moves to hug him. “Don’t worry about it. We’re together now. I don’t see that changing.” “Yeah well, I’ve done one more bad thing Babe, and if you can get past that, then I’ll believe we’re on solid ground.” Oliver stops and stiffens. So does his mood. He doesn’t want to know anymore bad deeds done by his lover. “Remember when you arrested me and I got out on bail?” “Yeah.” Ollie answers slowly. “I blackmailed Stacy Morasco for the bail money. Sorry!” Oliver is flooded with relief and laughs hysterically. “Come here, you little shit.” Kyle does and is rewarded with a fierce hug. “Talk about irony. I love it.” He kisses Kyle’s confused forehead. “You get an extra dessert tonight.” Llanview Park, same day Layla and Aziza (David Vickers, the dog – talk about no screen time!) are walking around enjoying the park. “Layla!” Cris yells from a short distance away. “Wait up!” She turns, sees Cristian, and though she is still angry, decides to stop. He catches up, just a bit breathless. “Still mad?” He gives her a tentative smile; she still scares him a bit – truth be told. She holds his gaze long enough to make him squirm and then gives a relenting shrug. “Cris, why didn’t you tell me?” “Layla, I seriously don’t understand why I would. You weren’t dating him anymore and even when you did you weren’t really that interested. It’s not my job to tell you about somebody else’s sexuality.” “I guess not. Still, I thought we were becoming friends.” She now offers a tentative smile of her own. “We are.” Cris agrees. “And I like our new relationship. It’s much better than all the snipping and the barking, don’t you think?” Her smile widens. “Yeah. It is. But, there is no point, I’m leaving Llanview. Without Sarah and Talia and Adriana and Enforce, there is nothing for me to do. I’m going to go help Mom care for Vang while I work on some new designs for Enforce so I can take it solo.” “Going to use your Artist Vision, huh?” She nods, “That plus my business acumen.” “I’m sure Enforce will again be a success.” Cris is a mixture of conflicting emotions. Anytime he thinks of Evangeline he grows sad. He really did love her and he really regretted not forgiving her over the Todd and Blair Manning mess. Still, he was happy that Layla finally had a plan for her future. “I guess your mother will be grateful.” “Yeah, if we don’t kill each other. We’re both pretty stubborn women.” “That apple definitely fell straight down and didn’t bounce one bit.” She laughs, “You know in the old days I probably would have taken your head off over that comment.” Cris laughs too. “I know, but doesn’t it feel nice to be able to say things to each other all normal like.” He bends down and picks up Aziza, who has been fidgeting. “What’s wrong little guy? Are you bored?” “Would you like him? Mom doesn’t want him in the house, what with Vang’s respirator and all the other stuff.” Cris nods. He understands. “I would be honored, and I’ll take good care of him. And if you should ever want him back, he is yours.” “Thank you Cris. Come on, let’s go get his stuff.” “Now?” “Yeah! No time like the present.” “When are you leaving? Today? Weren’t you going to tell me goodbye?” She smiles wickedly. “In a few days. I probably would have written you a nice note and left it and Aziza in your loft. Sarah gave me a copy of the key. She was always losing her keys.” “You have a key to my loft?” “Yeah, but don’t worry. I wouldn’t touch your porn collection.” She teases. “Goodness knows you need it now.” Cris smiles broadly and nods. “You’d be surprised!” He puts Aziza back down and wraps an arm around Layla as they begin the trek to her apartment. “You know Cris. A big guy like you, with a cute little dog, and gay friends. People are going to make assumptions.” Cris laughs loud, so loud Aziza momentarily stops prancing. “Screw ‘em. Besides, Layla, I should probably tell you something. I wouldn’t want you to hear it down the road and get mad. I want to be up front with you.” “I would appreciate that.” “It won’t be easy to hear. Well, because, well, you and I didn’t really date. I mean there was no point. We’ve always hated each other. And you are Vang’s sister. There was just no way it would work.” She looks at him with total confusion. “What are you rambling on about?” “I’ve thought recently about dating you, but it wouldn’t work, since I’m a player and all. And you don’t really need rescuing.” “I get it Cris. You and I, not a good fit. But you’re not a player. I was just angry. You should know that.” “I do. But thanks for admitting it.” “So, is that what you wanted to tell me?” “Nah! Well, yeah, that too.” “Look, just say it. I don’t have all day.” “Okay! You missed a lot by passing on Fish.” It takes a moment, but when she gets it, she stops dead in her tracks, and slaps Cris hard mid-chest. “Say what?” “Yep!” He gives a wicked and playful grin. “Fish and I have taken the plunge, so to speak. And his little sidekick too. Bet you never pictured that.” “You’d be surprised what women picture. But no, not that exact combination. So that is why you didn’t tell me. You wanted to keep Fish all to yourself. You dog!” “No! It’s not that. It was just a one-time thing. Ollie and Ky are together now. And I don’t plan to swing that way anymore.” “So why did you?” “Don’t really know. There was just something about Ollie that captivated me and I guess it was one of those right time, right place things.” “So how did Kyle get in the mix?” “It just seemed logical at the time.” “Logical? To jump in the sack with two guys when you are straight. At the same time. Wait, was it at the same time?” “Yeah!” Cris grins sheepishly now. “And I highly recommend it, by the way.” “Stop!” She holds up a free hand. “But you’re not swinging that way anymore. Now I see why your relationships never worked out.” “I am pondering that, but I don’t think that was it. Fish was my first guy.” “And then Kyle your second. Sounds like a trend Cris. Don’t fool yourself.” “It didn’t happen like that. Well, I don’t know. Maybe, sort of.” “Hmm! Whatever. Fish and Kyle are yours.” Cris laughs. “Thank you your highness.” “Well, I have no use for them and you’re right about there being no where for you and I to go. So what the heck. Switch teams. You might have better luck.” “Layla, I’m not switching teams.” “Well whatever! I see I’m going to need emails. Lots of emails. I want to keep track of you.” “And my little dog too!” She laughs, he laughs, and Aziza prances until they run into someone Cris knows. “Hugh Hughes!” “In the flesh!” “Aren’t you dead?” Cris asks. “I could ask you the same question.” The dark-haired ex-Llanviewian takes note of the little doggie. He bends down to pet it. “Cute dog. Who’s is it?” “Depends!” Layla replies. “If you’re gay then it is Cris’. If you are straight then it is mine.” She cocks her head, satisfied with her clever answer. Hugh straightens and smiles. “Then nice dog, ma’am!” Meanwhile… at Llanfair Victoria Lord Riley Burke Riley Buchanan Buchanan Carpenter Davidson opens the door to her more-than-comfortable home and is shocked to find her middle son Joseph Francis Riley Buchanan on her doorstep. She is even more shocked to see who is with him. “Joey!” She screams happily as she pulls him into a fierce hug. Then she quickly turns her attention the man in the wheelchair. “And Billy Douglas.” Then the two teenagers. “And two not-so-little ones. What a wonderful surprise!” Her voice reflects her puzzlement. “Come in. Come in.” “Mom!” Joey says. His voice oozes love, happiness, and a kind of relief one gets after having been emotionally strong longer than one thinks one can. “I know you are surprised and have questions, but let me make some introductions. You know Billy. Well, these are his children, Jeremy and Julya. Jeremy is fourteen and Julya is thirteen. Kids, this is my mother, Vicky Davidson.” “Hello children.” Vicky says politely and with eye contact. Both children avoid significant eye contact and mumble a tired, but warm enough greeting. Vicky then squats beside Billy. “And Billy, so good to see you again.” She maneuvers around to give him a warm and motherly hug. “Mrs. B.” Billy says. His voice is weak and his appearance haggard. “We’re sorry to intrude, but, well, Joey will explain.” He looks appreciatively at Joey, causing Vicky to do the same. “Mom, I need to get Billy settled. He needs a nap. It was a long drive from Boston. Is my old room vacant?” “Yes darling. But how will you get him up there? Should I call the staff?” “We can manage Ms. Davidson.” Jeremy says. “Joey can carry my dad and I can carry the chair.” “And I bring the luggage.” Julya adds, somewhat sarcastically. “Jeremy and Julya are wonderful children.” Joey notes. His eyes begin to mist over. “We work as a team.” “Well,” Vicky says to buy time. She is totally confused. Last she knew Joey had left London to visit Billy. “What can I do?” “You’ve already done it.” Billy whispers as he struggles to stand. Joey aids him and then quickly scoops him up, with only a minor grunt. Billy is frail, but he is still a good-sized man. “You raised a wonderful son.” “Mom, I’ll be right back and explain.” The confused matriarch stands there watching as the foursome struggle to navigate up the stairs. She moves to the living room and anxiously awaits Joey’s return. She recalls the last time Billy was in Joey’s life. It was near twenty years ago, when Billy, as a youth, came to terms with being gay. There was all that drama with the Douglas family and the accusations of abuse against Rev. Andrew Carpenter, her former stepson. Her thoughts naturally turned to Sloan, Andrew’s father and one of her deceased former husbands. Joey bounds into the living room, gives her another warm hug, and in the process pulls her from her memories. “Mom. It is so good to be home and to see you. I’ve missed you.” “Well honey, I’ve missed you too. But you have to explain. What are you doing with Billy Douglas? And what’s wrong with him? And where are the children?” “Sit Mom.” Joey instructs. “I’ve much to tell.” Vicky settles onto the sofa and Joey sits in an adjacent chair. “The short version is Billy is dying. He has pancreatic cancer, and he wants me to adopt his children.” “Oh my!” In her shock, that is all she can manage. “The long version is Billy called me about two months ago. He asked me to visit him in Boston, where he made his home. I did. He told me about his life and I told him about mine. He has actually done things with his life, Mom. I haven’t.” “Joey, that is not true. You’re a minister and a photographer.” “No, I’m not. I mean, I made it through seminary and all, and I practiced a couple years, but I’m no minister. We both know that. If you didn’t own the Banner, I wouldn’t even have had a job these last few years.” This comment distresses the loving mother. “Son, I don’t like hearing you talk like that. You’re a fine person. That’s a success by any standard.” “Maybe.” Joey dismisses the praise nonchalantly. “But you need to know about Billy. You probably don’t remember his boyfriend Rick.” “Not so much.” “They both went to Yale, got their degrees. Billy became a bio-chemist. Rick went on to be a civil-engineer. They apparently had seventeen great years as a couple.” “Had?” Vicky questions. “Rick was killed in a tragic elevator accident three years ago. Two years later, Billy got his diagnosis.” “And the children?” “They adopted the children at the same time, years earlier. Jeremy was one and Julya, newborn. The kids have different birth parents. But Billy and Rick are the only parents they’ve ever really had.” Joey takes a moment to wipe away tears. “It gets to me Mom. Every time. Anyway, Billy and Rick manage to have children, careers, and some really good years, and then death takes Rick. And now it wants Billy. It’s not fair.” He pauses again to wipe more tears on his sleeve. The mother in Vicky passes him a tissue and gets one for herself. She well knows how cruel and unfair life can be in taking loved ones way too early. “Billy managed to have a life and a lasting relationship when the odds where stacked against him. The world was my oyster, and I’ve accomplished none of that.” He looks sheepishly at his mother, who is dabbing away her own tears. “Sorry! I keep making this about me. Away, Billy has three months tops. And I’m to adopt his children. And I want to, but I’m scared.” Vickie struggles for composure. No parent likes to see a child in pain, but one in pain and with no apparent sense of worth, is almost too much for her. “Son, what are you scared of?” “Isn’t it obvious. I’m not good at anything. How can I finish raising two children that don’t even know me?” “You do it like any parent, one day at a time.” She pats his leg. “But what are the children like?” Joey breaks into a big smile. “Jeremy is so focused on being the strong one, he is very unemotional. Exceedingly attentive to his father, but even I can see he struggles. And Julya is the opposite. She can’t keep her emotions in check. She explodes a lot. Not at me specifically, just in general.” “Natalie can be like that.” “How is Natalie? And Jesse?” “They are pretty good.” Vicky says. “Natalie and Jared are happily married now. And Jesse is, well, adjusting pretty well from the aftermath of the Chloe/Hope drama. You remember I told you about that.” “I do! What a horrible mess that was. Thank God you were here for her. I can’t wait to see them both. And I barely know Natalie.” “They will be thrilled to see you. As will Clint and the rest of the family.” Joey shrugs, indicating acceptance of that comment, but then returns to his problems. “If I stay Mom, will you help me?” Vicky looks incredulous. “Of course, dear.” “Actually, I phrased that wrong. I brought Billy here to die. That is what he wanted. He says he wants to see his kids are going to be okay before he goes. So I’m asking two things. Can we stay here while he dies? Is there room? And then afterwards, if I stay, will you help me raise the kids?” “Joey, do you even have to ask? Of course I will and of course you can.” He wipes at his eyes again, as pent up relief just pours out. Vicky pats the sofa beside her; in a single gesture, demanding his presence. He complies. She hugs him tight and then hands him more tissues. “I figured you would help. Sorry to surprise you like this, but it just seemed like the right way to do it.” He pauses again to wipe his eyes. “Jeez, I can’t stop crying. I’m glad Pa is not here. A Buchanan male crying. That wouldn’t do.” “That was more Asa, than Clint. Your father would be fine with it, under the circumstances.” “I’m worried a little bit about Pa. You know he never did much like Billy.” “That was in the beginning. He ended up liking him just fine. Don’t worry about that.” Joey is not nearly as certain, especially once they hear all the news. But for now, he is focused on his mom. “I don’t know how you do it Mom. Lately I’m worrying about everything.” “Well,” she says, again buying time, “in this situation you’ve got a lot to worry about. But you aren’t alone. And neither is Billy or his children.” “I think that is why he picked me. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn’t budge. I’m his number one choice.” The tortured man smiled weakly. “What about his parents?” “His mom died about a year before Rick did. His dad is still around, but they haven’t spoken in years. Billy won’t even entertain the thought of the children going to him. And I have to agree. The man was always a jerk, but now he is an old jerk.” “And nothing can be done about Billy’s condition?” “Apparently not. He says he tried several doctors before he called me.” “Have you two kept in touch all these years?” “Sporadically. Not regular like. But he says he never forgot me.” “I believe him. You’re not so easy to forget.” Vicky smiles at her son. He returns the smile. “Those are a mother’s words.” “True, but apparently they are your friend’s words as well. A lot of people love you Joey. It breaks my heart to think you don’t know that.” “It’s not that I don’t know I’m loved. I do. My problem is that I feel like a failure. Like I haven’t done anything with my life.” “Well then,” the loving mom says, “you’ve got a chance to correct that. So we’ll have no more of that talk.” She reprimands lovingly and then adds a dose of teasing. “You know you’re not too big for a spanking.” Joey laughs. “You never spanked me Mom.” She gives him a tight-lipped smile. “Never had to. My Joey was always an angel.” She tousles his hair. “Oh please!” He teases. “I don’t walk on water.” He stands. “I better go check on the kids and get them settled. I’m assuming the east wing has some free rooms.” She stands. “Let’s do it together. It will give me a chance to get to know them.” “Super!” Joey says, as they walk toward the stairs. And then he teases. “Careful Mom, I see water under your feet.” She laughs. It’s good to have another child home. Joey’s bedroom – an hour later Joey is sitting by Billy’s bedside, watching him sleep. He is remembering their youthful years. They are fond memories, though they seem like a lifetime ago. Billy wakes and sees Joey lost in thought, “How’d it go?” Joey is pulled from the past and moves to the bed. He sits by his long-time friend. “Very well. My mom is a saint.” “So is her son.” Billy says, as he gently strokes Joey’s cheek with the back of his hand. “Yeah well, you would think that.” Joey jokes. “I see somebody is feeling better.” “A nap always helps. You know that by now.” Billy looks around. “Where are the kids?” “Mom is giving them the grand tour. So far, so good.” “They’re scared Joey. But they are good kids. They understand what we are trying to do.” “I know, Billy.” Joey says sweetly. He reaches for Billy’s hand. “You don’t have to sell me on the kids.” Billy smiles. It may be older and weaker, but it is the same smile from years ago and Joey recognizes that. His eyes mist over again. “So, did you tell her everything?” Billy asks. Joey shakes his head no. “Joey Buchanan scared? That is not the Joey I remember.” “I’m not scared!” Joey objects. Billy laughs, “Don’t kid a dying man. You’re scared, and that is okay.” “I’m going to tell her. I told her everything but that.” Joey confesses. Billy moves to get up. “Okay, well, I need to go you know where. I think I can walk. It’s just through that door, if I remember right.” “Correct, but I’ll help you.” Joey extends a hand to steady his friend. “Besides, I’m your husband; it’s my job!” Author’s Note: Joey’s life has always bugged me. Here is why. They screwed up with Duke, Kevin’s son. I think Duke was born in 1992 and yet fourteen (real) years later he was a grown man who had graduated from Wharton school of business. That was just too much SORASing because it meant Joey and Jessica had to age along with Kevin and Duke, which ultimately meant Joey had done nothing with his life – romantically or career wise. That, then forms the basis for this storyline. So, for purposes of this story Joey is around 35. And BTW, I’m assuming Cris is around 33 and Kyle and Oliver around 25. But who knows!!! And one other thing about Joey – I always loved Bruce Michael Hall’s Joey best, so that is who I picture here. 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| appleridge | Aug 7 2009, 07:17 AM Post #2 |
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That Was Awesome |
| b32guy | Aug 8 2009, 05:21 AM Post #3 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Apparently you are alone in that opinion. Ha! But thanks! |
| Nats | Aug 8 2009, 06:47 AM Post #4 |
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Wow, great story. Interesting how you found a way to bring in all the characters. |
| Nukester | Aug 8 2009, 08:44 AM Post #5 |
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:excellent: Your stories are directly* out of the genre. *synonym for "straight" which your stories aren't! Ha ha such a soap line: Why not go for it?
LOL, you should be a writer for the show! Congrats on another amazing chapter. :excellent: |
| b32guy | Aug 8 2009, 09:30 AM Post #6 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Nukester, you sooo know the genre. You're right I should just accept it. Actually though, I'm kind of losing interest in my own story since the one on the show is so good. Nats! Thank you, I do try. Edited by b32guy, Aug 8 2009, 09:35 AM.
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| CodeBlazeKish | Aug 13 2009, 07:30 AM Post #7 |
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Great Chapter Steve!! |
| b32guy | Aug 14 2009, 05:17 AM Post #8 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Thanks CB! Nice to hear from you again. |
| devillies | Sep 2 2009, 09:58 PM Post #9 |
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loved it, so long since caught up on u r stories, i stopped going to my cuzins house so i had no internet , but i got it back, so planning on catching on all the rest of u r chapters |
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