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| Everybody Wants Fish, Chapter 7; Heart to Hearts | |
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| b32guy | Aug 11 2009, 05:45 AM Post #1 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Title: Everybody Wants Fish, Part 7 SubTitle: Heart to Hearts Author: StevenW Creation Date: 8.11.09 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 confront another issue. Cristian, Layla, and Hugh Hughes continue their chat. Clint meets Joey’s new family. Characters in this story, Oliver Fish, Kyle Lewis, Cristian Vega, Layla Williamson, Hugh Hughes, Vicki Davidson, Clint Buchanan, Joey Buchanan, Billy Douglas, Jeremy Douglas, and Julya Douglas. Author’s Note: Just a reminder, in this story Kyle is the one that ended things back in college. ====== Llanview Park, a bit later - hey, a lot happens in a SOAP day “So let me get this straight,” Cris says, “you survived the car accident, but had amnesia, and somehow ended up under the care of Dr. Rebecca Lewis who was masquerading as Dr. Marty Saybrook. Is that about right?” Hugh Hughes nods and deadpans, “Dead on, if you’ll pardon the pun.” Cris continues, “So you’ve been drugged and basically locked up for three years at the Sitwell Institute as a John Doe.” “Yep! And I’d probably still be there if that wacko doctor hadn’t gone and gotten involved with Powell Lord again. That prompted a top to bottom review of all her patients. Apparently, she just kept us all drugged so she could focus on Powell. I believe you know him.” “Not personally, but sort of. But I can relate to being locked up and drugged. It sucks big time.” “I hear that, but right now it just feels good. Good to be free and be me.” “But I thought you had amnesia.” “I did, but oddly enough when I came off the drugs, I started working in the institute kitchen. One day I was unloading a truck and I tripped while carrying a box of frozen fish. The fish went flying and this good-size frozen salmon cracked me right in the head. When I woke up from that, I knew who I was.” “You’ve got to be kidding?” Layla asks for them both. “Nope! Crazy isn’t it.” Cristian shrugs. “Sure is, but I’m glad you’re back. It will take you time to adjust to freedom again.” “I’ll help!” Layla is quick to say. Cris turns his focus to her. “I thought you were moving?” Hugh smiles. Layla admonishes. “I said I was thinking about it. Nothing is set in stone yet.” She turns her attention to Hugh. “But if I stay I’ll need a roommate. I have a huge three bedroom apartment and there is just little ole me.” “And Aziza.” Cris adds, “Don’t forget Aziza.” He picks up the dog and hands it to her. Hugh turns to Cris. “So it really isn’t your dog?” “No! It’s hers.” Hugh is confused. “So then, why the gay crack?” Layla cuts Cris off at the pass. “He’s recently dipped his toe in the other pool.” Hugh laughs and looks to Cris for verification. Cris just gives up and nods. He no longer cares, but he does make a mental note to talk to his mother again. “It was just a onetime thing, I think. I’m not sure.” “Well, these days I have a live and live attitude. So more power to you with whatever you decide.” Cris gives a half-smirk. “Thank you! I think?” Hugh continues. “Listen, I will need a place to live. I’ve already spoken to Bo and Nora. Apparently there is some sort of back pay or something in the works. It will take a while to get through the red tape, so I may not have money for a month or two.” He turns to Layla. “I don’t suppose you’d accept a roommate who can’t pay rent for a bit?” Layla enthusiastically answers. “No problem! No problem!” “No offense,” Hugh says, “but shouldn’t you screen prospective roommates better. You never know about people.” “Boy is that true!” Layla snidely says, while smirking at Cristian. “But, you’re a friend of Cris’ and that is good enough for me.” “Well, technically, I’m not. We just knew of each other. At least I think that is the way it was.” He looks to Cris for confirmation. “Pretty much. But you were a very upstanding guy. I can’t really vouch for you now, though. No offense.” “None taken!” Hugh assures. “The doctors say the drugs did no lasting harm and the fish, well, thank God for the fish. It set me straight.” Cris can’t help but snicker. Layla ignores the obvious joke and continues with her own agenda. “Well, then it is settled.” She decides for them all. “I’ll go with you to the courthouse. I need to see Téa Delgado anyway. Here Cris; you watch Aziza.” She shoves the dog into Cris’ slightly unwilling arms. Hugh laughs and his eyes grow wide. “Maybe I should get Cris to vouch for you.” He teases. Layla doesn’t even flinch. “No, I’m harmless. Just pushy.” Hugh still looks to Cris, who is beginning to feel like a third wheel again. “I imagine you are safe enough, but obviously she is in the market for a good man.” “Cris!” Layla squeals. “Well Layla,” Cris responds, “you’re not exactly keeping that a secret.” “He’s right!” Hugh says to Layla. “But so am I. Believe me, so am I. A woman, that is. No offense, Cris.” Cris sighs, “None taken.” Layla brightens and then starts digging in her purse. “Here. Let me give Cris a key.” “No need.” Cris responds. “Sarah gave me one.” “What?” Layla yelps. “You still have a key to my place?” “Don’t worry,” Cris teases, “I won’t mess with your porn collection.” He finishes with a wicked smirk of his own. “Porn collection?” Hugh questions. “Not to worry,” Layla assures, grabbing him by the arm and leading him away. “It’s a private joke.” “Wait, I wanted to ask Cris about Marcie Walsh.” “Oh, I know all about Marcie. First off, it’s not Marcie Walsh anymore, it’s Marcie McBain. And…” A few yards away, Cris speaks to Aziza. “Well, here we are boy. Alone again, naturally. I’m going to have to find me somebody to love.” A passerby gives him an odd look. “And I’m definitely going to have to stop talking to myself before I need the services of the real Dr. Marty Saybrooke.” LlanFair living room, later that day “Joey!” Clint booms happily as he strides up to his son and pulls him into a fierce hug. “It’s been way too long. Kevin told me you left London a while back. I probably would have been more worried had we not been preoccupied with Matthew’s paralysis.” He pats his son on both shoulders and holds his gaze. “Oh, you’re looking good son. But, you seem different than when I last saw you.” “Still just Joey.” Joey replies. He smiles through his embarrassment. “Just Joey!” The proud father chirps. “Say it with pride, not like an apology.” Joey shrugs. Vicky takes charge. “Clint, you remember Billy Douglas. And these are his lovely children, Jeremy and Julya.” “Billy!” Clint hoots. “Nice to see you again.” He offers a too firm handshake. “Careful Dad!” Joey admonishes. “Billy is ill. He is a little frail.” “It’s okay.” Billy is quick to say, even though the clasp was painful. “I won’t break. It’s good to see you again sir.” Clint nods and moves on down the line. Julya is next. “Julya. Like the lady on [Lost. I like that name. But I guess you are too old to be named after her. But maybe not, since they do time traveling on that crazy show. Imagine, expecting the American public to buy into time travel. Any show that would have that as a plot needs a new captain. That’s just nuts.” (The author is kidding. I actually love the OLTL time travel plots.) Julya looks at Clint and is thinking that exact thing – just nuts – but she is too polite, at the moment, to say it. “Nice to meet Joey’s father.” She does not correct him on the Lost character’s name. “Same here.” Clint smiles, not realizing he came off even more nutty with that remark. He turns his attention to the tall lad at the end of the line. “And Jason was it?” Four people in the room correct him. “Jeremy.” “Oh! Mine’s bad.” Clint says loudly and incorrectly, causing Julya to snicker out loud. “What, did I say it wrong?” “My bad. It’s my.” Jeremy offers, pulling Clint’s attention back to him. “And it doesn’t matter. You can’t expect old people to get all our slang.” “Old people!” Clint repeats. “Ouch!” “Oh, sorry sir.” Jeremy replies. “I didn’t mean it like that. You don’t look that old.” Clint stares wide-eyed. He is not sure how to respond. This causes Jeremy to sway from one foot to another. Vicky comes to the rescue. “It’s okay Jeremy. Clint and I are old. Isn’t that right Clint?” Clint understands it was a rescue and is grateful for it. “More everyday. And I hate it.” He offers his hand to Jeremy. Jeremy, who is anxious now to correct his mistake, shakes Clint’s hand way too hard. “Nice to meet you sir.” “Yow!” Clint winches. “That is quite the grip you’ve got there.” Jeremy is mortified. Being part adult and part kid and meeting the famous Clint Buchanan has overwhelmed him. He had so wanted to make a good impression. Joey comes to the rescue this time. “Billy’s children are wonderful, Pa. They may be a little nervous now. I’ve talked you up real good.” Clint swats Jeremy’s arm and then moves back to his son. “Oh son. Don’t fill their heads with that Buchanan nonsense. I want them to like me.” He hugs Joey again and as he does Joey gives the kids a thumbs-up signal. Smiles creep onto their faces. And then, different, more loving smiles break out on Vicky and Billy’s faces. “So, let’s sit.” Clint announces. “What gives? Fill me in.” And so they sit, and Joey and Billy take the next five minutes to fill Clint in. “Man that is some tough break.” Clint says. “Now here is what we need to do. We have to get Billy hooked up with a local doctor. We need more opinions.” Joey and Billy exchange an extended gaze; both realizing that was Clint’s statement of acceptance. Vicky notes the noting, and finds it tender. She is intrigued, but remains silent. “Pa, Billy has been to three doctors already.” Joey states, not in opposition, just as a way of furthering the conversation. “I know all that son. I heard you. Even though I am old.” He turns and smiles at Jeremy, who is caught by surprise and turns red. “See!” Clint points at the children. “There is the reason.” He turns back to Billy. “You seem to have two lovely children. And you’ve always been a fighter Billy. I remember that well. Those children are your motivation to keep fighting now.” Billy is touched, agrees, and begins to weep. Vicky is right there with the tissues. And Joey is right there with a loving arm. The children’s instinct is to move next to their father, but there is no room, so they suppress it. “Pa, we’ll find a doctor. We need a local doctor anyway, for medication, and monitoring, and such.” “That sounds too defeatist.” Clint barks. “We can’t talk like that.” “Clint,” Vicky chimes in, “I don’t think it is defeatist, just realistic.” “Maybe so, Vicky. And I apologize Billy and Joey, and children, for that matter. But Nora won’t let me help Matthew, and this is something I can do. Money is no object. I want to turn over every stone to help.” “Pa, I’m speechless.” Joey says. “I wasn’t expecting this.” “Well, what did you expect?” Clint asks, affronted. But he doesn’t wait for an answer. “There is another reason. I treated Billy unkindly years ago. I need to fix that, if you’ll let me.” “Sir,” Billy mutters, “We got over all that. You were fine, really. I wish my own father would have been as fine as you were.” “Maybe so, Billy. And I thank you for being magnanimous,” Clint says in his quietest voice of the evening, “but I’m a man full of regrets and frustration at the moment. I need something to sink my teeth into. Getting you cured is just the thing.” “I don’t think I can be cured. But you can try. I won’t mind. If there is even the smallest chance that I’d get to see my kids grow up…” He can’t continue; the tears reappear. This is more than Julya can bear. She runs out of the room into the gardens. Vicky stands to go after her. Jeremy stands. “I’ll go Mrs. Davidson. We’ve done this before. I’ll take care of her. Besides, Dads, I think you four have more to discuss.” The young man nods at his father and Joey and then leaves to find his sister, shutting the patio doors after him. Vicky and Clint exchange confused stares. “You haven’t adopted the kids yet? Have you, Joey?” Clint asks. Joey hesitates, looks at Billy, gets an affirming nod, and then looks back at his parents. “Not yet, but there is a reason they already call me dad.” “They must like you.” Vicky says certain that is the reason. “Oh they like him,” Billy says as he looks at Joey. “What’s not to like?” “Billy!” Joey warns and then shrugs. “Look, Pa, Ma, there is no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to say it and then explain it.” “You mean there is more?” Clint asks. Joey rolls his eyes and nods slightly, “Oh yeah! One more pretty big thing.” “Well, tell us Joey!” Vicky encourages. Her own eagerness creeping out. “Okay!” Joey says. “Billy and I are married. We’re husbands.” Clint’s jaw drops. Vicky’s eyes widen. Billy offers Joey his hand and Joey takes it. “I know that is a shock. I’m still not gay. We just figured it was the best way to protect the children and their estate from Mr. Douglas.” Billy is quick to add. “Not that my father is a problem. I just don’t have a relationship with him anymore and I wanted Joey to have solid legal grounds for adopting my children and being the executor of their inheritance.” Vicky stammers out a response. “I guess that makes sense.” “So why the hand holding?” Clint asks. “This?” Joey questions, holding up their clasped hands as he does so. “Emotional support. I guess. I don’t know. It just seems to come natural like.” “But you aren’t gay?” Clint asks. “No Pa. It’s not a sexual relationship. But if I’m totally honest, there is love. I don’t know what kind, or why now, or anything like that. I just know when I saw Billy again and he needed my help, I didn’t mind giving it.” “That would be our Joey, Clint.” Vicky asserts. “That may be.” Clint concedes. “But you married a man. That is always going to be part of your romantic resume now. I’m not sure that was wise.” “It may not have been, but it feels right.” Joey rebuts. “Besides, I haven’t done so well in the romance department anyway.” “So you marry the first guy that asks you?” Clint sort of yells. “Give me some credit Pa. Billy is much more than just some guy. I would not have married any other man.” “Well, I think it is a bit extreme, considering that you aren’t gay, but you’re an adult, well, you both are. You seem to have thought it out.” Clint focuses on Billy. “This may not be romance for Joey, but what about you?” Joey feels protective of his new husband. “Pa, leave Billy out of this.” “I can’t Joey. He’s family now. Marriage makes him that. I think it is a fair question.” “Joey,” Billy says tenderly. “It’s okay. I want to answer it.” The sandy blonde man turns to Clint. “If you’re assuming the marriage is lopsided, you are correct. Joey knows how I feel about him. I’ll just say we talked everything through many times. I do love your son and that love could grow into something like I had with Rick, if I had time and Joey was of like mind. But I don’t have time and Joey isn’t, so you needn’t worry.” Joey looks at Billy; he is proud of his honesty. He pats their still clasp hands. Vicky notes the pat and the gaze and wonders if there isn’t more building already. Clint stands and starts pacing the floor. “Fair enough!” Clint announces. “It will take some getting used to. That’s for sure. What do you say Vicky?” He turns toward his former wife, “our Joe, married, with husband. Didn’t see that one coming.” She nods demurely, not wanting to seem too pro or con. “Sounds like they made an adult decision. Maybe even the most logical one.” She again takes in her son’s countenance and that of his husband. She is certain she sees a connection they may be unaware of. And she also knows something Clint doesn’t; she knows about Joey’s crisis of confidence. She is not about to say or do anything diminishing. “They have my support. Besides they make a cute couple.” She tosses out as a tease to the men in the room. “They do?” Clint queries loudly. He turns and looks at the couple again. “I suppose.” Victoria Davidson continues, “I think you’ll still need a good lawyer. Same-sex marriage may be legal in Massachusetts but this is Pennsylvania. There are bound to be issues.” Clint is quick to agree. “Good point! So we need medical and legal help. I’ll talk to Nora.” Vicki disagrees. “Clint, Nora is not a practicing attorney. Plus, she is focused on Matthew. I think Téa Delgado would be the better choice.” “Fine! You’re probably right.” “So you’re still on board, with the help, I mean?” Joey asks his father. “Son, of course I am. I’m not going to make the same mistake again. Billy was always a fighter; that doesn’t seem to have changed.” He offers his hand to his new son-in-law. “Welcome to the family, Billy Buchanan.” Both Billy and Joey laugh, but Billy hurries to correct Clint. “It’s still Douglas. And I insist on a kiss from my new father-in-law.” Billy stands with Joey’s assistance. Clint gets wide-eyed with panic. Vicky snickers in the background. “Relax, Mr. B! I’m just messing with you. A hug will do.” Joey speaks proudly, “Billy may be sick, but he isn’t above a good jest.” “Hey! You have to have a sense of humor about life.” Clint responds, as he is hugged. “Thanks Pa! Now, I’m going to take Billy out to check on the kids before dinner.” He retrieves the wheelchair. “Mr. Douglas, your chariot awaits.” “Why thank you Mr. Buchanan. How kind you are!” Joey turns to his parents. “We’ll see you guys in a bit. Pa you’re invited. Ma, will explain.” The former Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan watch as their middle son wheels his husband out into the garden. “Oh my God, I need a drink.” Clint says the moment they are gone. Vicky laughs, “I thought there was a lot of bravado in your response.” “You know me well, Mrs. B.” He mixes his drink as his former wife nods. Indeed she does know him well. “I’m okay with it really. Just surprised, that’s all.” “Clint,” Vicky says, turning serious. “There is something you should know.” “You mean there is more.” His jaw drops for the second time. “Is one of them pregnant?” Vicky dismisses that comment with her usual grace. “Nothing that miraculous. It’s just that Joey seems to be having a crisis of confidence or something. I’m a little worried about it.” “What do you mean?” “When he and I were talking earlier he kept straying to how he hadn’t accomplished anything with his life. He seems to feel like a failure.” “A failure!” Clint blurts out. “Joey is no failure. He’s a good man. He’s a minister and a great photographer. He’s done great work for the Banner in London.” “I know. I know. I feel the same, but he doesn’t. I just wanted you to know. That may have something to do with why he has married Billy. He doesn’t feel like he is a particular success in the relationship department either.” Clint laughs, “well, who in this family is?” The Palace Hotel Restaurant Kyle stares across the table at Oliver, who is poking mindlessly at the shrimp in his cocktail. “Babe, I hurt you. It wasn’t the other way around.” Oliver is pulled from abusing the tiny crustacean. “Huh.” He says. “Oh, that. No, Babe. You didn’t.” Then he instantly has second thoughts. “Well, yeah you did. But it is what it was.” He then takes in Kyle’s face and reads the concern plastered there. “Don’t worry about any of that. It has all been sorted. Mostly I’m worrying about how we are going to come through telling my parents without some more pain.” “I get that. Based on what you’ve told me. But they used to like me. Maybe that will help. Besides, this time it will be different. We’ll be united.” Kyle eats his last shrimp and every last drop of sauce. Oliver watches him with endless fascination. The doctor-in-training always did have a huge appetite; for knowledge, food, life, and love. Actually, that was one of the things Oliver liked best about his lover. “If you’re not going to eat yours, I will. At these prices we don’t want to waste it.” “Here!” Oliver shoves the whole thing over. “I guess I don’t feel like seafood tonight.” Kyle smiles mischievously, “Odd, that is exactly what I feel like eating.” Ollie rolls his eyes. “I hate my name.” “Well then, we’ll have to work on changing it.” Kyle finds his partner’s hand and gives it a quick squeeze. When Oliver offers only a weak smile, he removes it and goes back to eating, but still manages to talk plenty. “So, you want to face your parent’s alone, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be alone. I’ll be outside the door, in the car, or in our home. Wherever you want me; I’ll be there. We’ll get through it. Maybe it won’t be so bad.” The waiter comes by, removes the empties, and delivers the entrees. Kyle is having Blacken Red Fish with a wild rice pilaf. Oliver is having Lemon-Lime Chicken with penne pasta. Unlike the shrimp, Oliver digs in. After a bite or two Oliver continues. “I’ve got to stop thinking about it and just do it. It definitely won’t be as bad as what you went through. I still can’t believe that. I’m so sorry.” Kyle reaches for that hand again. “Oliver, love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Ollie breaks into a half-smile. “It definitely hasn’t meant that for us.” “But the future looks bright. We’re going to need shades.” “Will you quit that?” “But Ollie, I’d do anything for you, yes anything, for you.” Ollie has had enough and playfully interrupts the serenade. “You love me that much, do you?” The kidder turns serious and offers a penetrating gaze. “That much and more.” “Well, this is a switch. You’re suddenly the out and proud one and I’m the insecure negative one.” Kyle is a bit dismissive. “Completely normal. You’ve got to tell your family and your co-workers. That’s a lot to deal with.” Oliver panics. He had forgotten about his co-workers. “Oh God. The guys at work. Shit! I can just hear it now. Maybe it would be easier to change jobs.” “If you want. But we Lewis-Fishes are tough. We can handle a little ribbing.” Oliver breaks back into a smile. “Lewis-Fishes? How come we can’t be Fish-Lewises?” “We can, if you want. Makes no difference to me as long as we are a we.” “How do you do that?” Kyle is surprised. “What?” “Say something really poignant while making me smile or laugh.” Kyle shrugs while downing a bite of fish. “Don’t know. That’s just me.” Oliver stops pawing the poultry and studies his partner. “It is, isn’t it?” He smiles broadly and then resumes eating. In a bit Kyle is moved to readdress an old issue. “I’m sorry for those last two weeks in college. I know that was hell for you.” Oliver is quick to address that topic. It has been bugging him. “The two weeks after graduation were the real hell. I had to go home and pretend to be okay. That was so hard. Where I had planned to tell them about my real relationship with you and about our future plans, I now had nothing I could share. And I was a mess and needed to share. Plus, I had to make all new plans.” Across the table, Kyle throws up his hands. He doesn’t know what else to do. “You have no idea how much I missed you. The curves of your body. Your smell. Your breathing.” He snickers a bit. “Your bad habits. Your clothes everywhere. Our little sanctuary.” “I missed those things too Ollie, only I knew I had caused them to disappear.” Ollie gives a penetrating gaze of his own; only this one is painful. “Those last two weeks as roommates were really rough. You were right there, in and out. Mostly out. And where I had had access to every part of you, I suddenly had none at all. Come to think of it, that WAS hell.” “Ollie, I don’t want to apologize anymore. I just want us to get past it.” “I do too. And I thought we were past it, but I guess I just don’t understand why your made me the bad guy. You cut me out of your life so completely and so suddenly.” “It was surgical, Ollie. It had to be. If I hadn’t done it that way, I wouldn’t have been able to do it at all.” “I guess I get that, Ky, but I wish it could have been different.” “I’m not so sure I do.” Ollie’s eyes open full now. He is stunned. “How so?” “Because doing it that way definitely made me appreciate what we really have; what you are.” “No pain, no gain. Huh?” Kyle nods. “You goof! You are something else. Still surprising me after, what, eight years.” “I promise you Babe, you’ll be saying that when we are eighty.” This time Oliver reaches for Kyle’s hand, which includes a fork, but he doesn’t mind. “Ky, I love you too. Every bit as much. Don’t ever doubt that.” “Not a chance.” Kyle says and then points to Oliver’s mostly untouched plate, “You going to eat that?” |
| appleridge | Aug 11 2009, 07:48 AM Post #2 |
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Damn That was so good & Honest. Love Kish Joey Can deny it but he's in love with Billy. |
| b32guy | Aug 12 2009, 03:22 AM Post #3 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Thanks! I liked the KISH part too. :hi: |
| Nukester | Aug 12 2009, 07:49 AM Post #4 |
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It quickly flees across the table, squiggles up into Kyle's finger bowl and dives to the bottom. Fortunately, the cop still held his partner's hand. With his free hand he tugged the fork from Kyle's grasp, skewered a morsel of pasta, and tawntingly moved it near Lewis's lips, before eating it himself. "I don't want you too full to enjoy seafood dessert. So, yes, I'm eating mine and yours later." :wow: |
| b32guy | Aug 14 2009, 05:17 AM Post #5 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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I imagine Renee - the owner of the Palace Hotel - would be upset with me; implying she has tiny shrimp in her cocktails. She most likely has jumbo prawns. Ha! Thanks! |
| CodeBlazeKish | Aug 15 2009, 12:01 AM Post #6 |
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Great Chapter Steve!! it seems like you watch alot of OLTL that you know the characters. |
| b32guy | Aug 15 2009, 04:04 AM Post #7 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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Mostly, I do. I have watched it from the very beginning, except for a few years here and there. I forget what happened, but something really pissed me off and I gave up and went to ATWT. And then ATWT not only pissed me off but insulted me, so I came back to OLTL and it was really good again. And then, thank the TV fairies, KISH came along. So I'm really enjoying it now. My apologies to everyone for writing about characters other than Oliver and Kyle, but I'm a bit OCD and when I have a story screaming to get out, that is pretty much all I focus on. There are actually more characters I'd like to include, but I'm trying to streamline it. Later gator! Edited by b32guy, Sep 3 2009, 06:03 AM.
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| devillies | Sep 2 2009, 10:20 PM Post #8 |
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love u r story thnx 4 postin, especially the twist of joey and billy being married |
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