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Chapter 2 Blown Away "How long does it last?" Will asked, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "Longer at first," Guy said. "Chris would have kittens if he knew about this," Will said. "I still think we need to slip him some," Guy said, "The dude could use some relaxation." "Nah," Will said, "He wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't obsessing about something." "Yeah, you are right about that," Guy said. "What about Jonny?" Will asked, "Do you think he would be interested?' Guy shrugged. "I don't know. He is pretty relaxed already." "This is true," Will said, " Anyway, this is my only time to do it." "Yeah sure," Guy said. "Really. I just need it to get through these sessions for the new album. Chris is being impossible." "Ah huh," Guy said, closing his eyes. "I feel kind of strange," Will said. "That's normal," Guy said, "Just go with it. Don't fight it." "Okay," Will said, closing his eyes and laying his head on the table. "That's it," Guy said, "Just let your mind do it's own thing." Guy got up from the table and went to lie on the sofa. "I think I'll take a little nap," he said. "I think that sounds like a good idea," Will said. "Here," Guy told him, "There's room on the sofa." Will stood up and staggered over to the sofa. Guy looked up at him. "How are you feeling now?" he asked. "Fantastic," Will said, slowly stretching out all the syllables of the word. Guy laughed hysterically at him. "Will Champion," he said, "I never thought I would see the day." "Shut up and move your ass over," Will said, pushing Guy against the back of the sofa. "Aren't you glad I talked you into this?' Guy asked. "It's just one time," Will said, "Don't get all excited." "We will see," Guy said. "I don't plan to become like you," Will said. "No one ever does," Guy told him. "Screw you," Will said. "Wipe your nose," Guy told him, "It's bleeding."

Chapter 1 Blown Away "Did you get it?" Will asked. "Yeah," Guy said breathlessly, "Where are the others? "They aren't here." Will told him, "Something about an interview for a magazine." "Good," Guy said, sitting down on the sofa. "Let's not do it here," Will told him, "Let's do it upstairs, in case they come in." "Let's just go to my apartment. It isn't that far away," Guy said, nervously. "It will only take a second," Will said, "Then we can work on this new material." "Okay," Guy said, following Will up the stairs. "Lock that door," Guy told Will, as he sat down at the table. Will locked the door and hurried over to the table. Guy took a small plastic bag from his jacket pocket. "So that's it, huh?" Will asked. "Yes," Guy said, holding it up to the light and smiling. "Doesn't look like much," Will said. "That's a thousand dollars, right there," Guy said, dangling the bag back and forth. "I hope it is worth it," Will said, rubbing his hands together. "Oh, believe me," Guy said, smiling,"It is worth it." He laid the bag on the table. "Show me how to do it," Will said. "Patience, William, patience," Guy said, as he was taking off his jacket. Will waited as Guy took various other things from his jacket. He was watching Guy set up the table. "How did you learn this?" Will asked. "It's easy," Guy said, shrugging his shoulders, "One time is all it takes." "Okay," he told Will," We are ready. This is what you do." Will watched carefully as Guy demonstrated the proper way to breathe, inhaling and exhaling at just the right time. He watched as a look of serenity passed across Guy's face. "I'm ready," he said, "Let me try." Will was anxious to achieve that same feeling of serenity. "Okay," Guy said, "Remember, slowly at first." Will followed the instructions. He sat there for several moments waiting for the rush. "It's not happening," he complained to Guy. "SShh," Guy said, leaning back in his chair and smiling, "It will. Just give it a moment." Then Will felt it. "Ah yes," he said, "You were right. This is fantastic."

Thanks!!! I am glad that you liked it.

Oh I see.....okay.... Thanks for answering. A continuation, huh? I'll think about it.

I love Chris and all. He is gorgeous.......especially those eyes....and that stomach....... But one of these photos of Guy is worth a hundred photos of Chris.

The Chris thread may have more posts but quantity does not beat quality. Edit: God, these pictures are beautiful. Thank you.

Thanks for saying that. I am relieved that you like them. I have so many that I work on that sometimes I forget which ones I have posted. What does it mean when you say (cheesy)? I always thought that was a bad thing.

Chapter 9 Yesterday "He remembers everything," the doctor told Chris. "That's good, right? "Yes and no." "Can I take him home?" "No," the doctor said, "We still have many weeks or maybe even months of therapy. He needs to stay here." "Okay," Chris said. "And it might be a good idea if you didn't visit him for awhile," the doctor said. "Not visit him? But he's......he's my....he's my best friend," Chris said. "I know. But he needs to be treated very carefully right now. We don't want him to regress." "No," Chris said, quietly, "Certainly not." "We will explain everything to him about why you aren't here," the doctor told him. "I can't even tell him good-bye?" Chris asked. "It's probably best if you don't." Chris sat in his apartment hoping that the hospital would call with news about Jonny. They didn't. He waited and he waited. He was desperate to know if Jonny was better or worse. One day he called the hospital. "He was released last week," the nurse told him. "What?" Chris couldn't believe it. "Why wasn't I informed?' he asked. But the nurse didn't know anything. Chris hung up the phone. "Where would Jonny have gone?" he racked his brain. Then an idea came to him. He grabbed his jacket and his keys and ran out the door. Chapter 10 Yesterday Chris saw him right away. He was sitting on the porch of the house. "Jonny?" he asked, "Are you okay?" Jonny looked up at him. "Hello,Chris," he said, "I am fine." "What are you doing here?" Chris asked, sitting down beside him. "I thought I would come back to this place to see how it felt. To see if I could handle it." "And?" Jonny looked around at the house. "I could," he said, "It was very hard and I forced myself to remember all that happened that night. But I did and I am okay." "That's great," Chris said. There was silence for a few moments. "How could you do it?" Jonny asked. Chris felt his entire body shake at the pain in Jonny's voice. "I don't know," Chris said. "Wasn't I good enough for you?" Jonny asked. Chris wished he could disappear. "Possibly you were too good for me," Chris answered. "I loved you," Jonny said, "I would have done anything for you." Chris looked away. He didn't want Jonny to see him cry. "What about now?" Chris asked. "I still love you, unfortunately," Jonny said, "I am afraid I just don't like you very much." Chris nodded. "I don't like myself very much either," he said. "That's not news," Jonny said, sarcastically. They both laughed. "Come home with and let me take care of you," Chris said. Jonny looked at him and smiled. "Eventually," he said, "Just not right now." The End

Chapter 8 Yesterday "Why hasn't he woken up yet?" Chris asked the doctor. "We aren't really sure," he answered, "We have done a variety of tests and his brain activity is normal." "It has been three days," Chris said. "Yes,I know. We finally had to start feeding him through a tube." Chris looked at Jonny lying so completely still. "Is that what all these machines are?" Chris asked. "Yes, feeding tubes, saline IV so that he doesn't get dehydrated, small amount of antibiotics in another IV and of course, a catheter." "He isn't going to......to die... is he?" Chris asked. "I can't promise you anything," the doctor answered, "But his body is strong. He shouldn't die physically. But all kinds of unforeseen complications can arise." Chris sat by Jonny's bed day and night. He read to him. He read him the details of soccer matches. He read to him the science fiction books he loved. He read until he was hoarse and he almost lost his voice. He read to him the lyrics of songs that he was working on. Sometimes he hummed little parts of melodies. It was three a.m. and Chris was playing Jonny a little melody on the acoustic guitar. "I bet Will hates that one," Jonny said. Chris dropped the guitar. "Jonny.........did you really speak....or am I just hearing things?" Chris asked. "You look awful," Jonny said, "What happened to you?' "Do you know who I am?" Chris asked. Jonny looked at him strangely. "Of course,I know who you are," he said, "You are the biggest pain in the butt I know." "Yes...Yes," Chris said, impatiently, "What's my name?" "Chris," Jonny answered, with a wince as if it hurt to say the word, "Your name is Chris." "So you do remember me?" Chris said. Jonny smiled slowly. "How could I forget you?" he said, with his eyes glowing. "I love you." Chris said, crying. "Why are you crying?" Jonny asked, "You are always doing that." Chris cried harder. "I love you, too," Jonny said. Several nurses and doctors came hurrying into the room. They pushed Chris out of the way. "We will check him out," the doctor said.

Chapter 7 Yesterday Chris sat down in the chair beside Jonny's bed. Jonny was still restrained. He was also still sedated. Chris reached over and gently ran a hand through Jonny's hair. It was starting to grow back now and it was very soft. The hospital had shaved his head in the beginning because Jonny would yank it out in large clumps. Chris laid his head on Jonny's chest. He could hear his heartbeat and feel his slow, even breathing. Jonny seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Chris hoped his mind was getting some rest at last. He raised his head and studied Jonny's face. There was a large bruise on one side. He had gotten it during the scuffle with the nurses. Chris ran his fingers across Jonny's mouth. His lips were still as smooth and soft as Chris remembered. "I'm so sorry," he whispered to Jonny. "I would do anything....anything....if you would just come back to me," Chris said. The door to Jonny's room opened. The doctor came in. "Any change?" he asked. "No, he is still sleeping," Chris said. "It's probably best for him right now," the doctor said. "What do you think he will be like when he wakes up?" Chris asked. "There is no way to tell," the doctor answered, "The human mind is a strange thing. He may be better...but he may be worse." "Worse?" Chris asked, "What could be worse?" "He may have regressed completely and not be able to feed himself or even speak," the doctor said. "Oh no...." Chris said, feeling tears begin to sting his eyes. "You should go home," the doctor told him. "I want to stay," Chris said. "I know. But it is best that you are not here when he wakes up." "I don't want to leave him like this....all alone..." "We will let you know when he wakes up," the doctor said. "Okay," Chris said. He walked to the bed and kissed Jonny on the cheek. "I love you," he said, into his ear.

Chapter 6 Yesterday Meg was still shaking when she made her way back to the apartment she shared with Chris. She was hoping he would not be there, but he was. He was sitting at the piano just picking out notes. He looked up when she came in. "How could you?" he asked quietly. "What?" she asked. "How could you go see Jonny?" "How did you know?" she asked. "I am listed as next of kin. They call me wherever something changes in his condition." "Oh," she said. "How is he now?" Meg asked. Chris looked back at the piano and picked out a few more notes. "He's completely sedated and they have him restrained," he said, in a whisper. "Oh no," Meg said, "I never meant for anything like that to happen." "What did you mean to do?" Chris asked. "I just thought I could help you by going to see him." He looked at her for several long minutes. She was scared by the look on his face. "I want you to leave," he said, slowly. "Okay," she said, backing away. "I don't want you to come back," he added, quietly. "What? But....I know you are upset now....but..." "No," Chris said, "I should have done this a long time ago. You and I....we hurt Jonny...I don't want to see you ever again." "I love you," she said, "Doesn't that matter?" Chris played a few more notes. "No," he said, "It doesn't. Because I don't love you." "You'll feel better tomorrow," she said, "We can talk then." "Perhaps I will feel better," Chris told her, "But that won't change things." "But we are getting married in two months," Meg said. "No," Chris said, "I'm not going to marry you or anyone else." "What's changed? Just because I went to see Jonny?" she asked. "Nothing has changed," he told her, "I thought I loved you. I didn't." "Okay," she said, trying to calm down, "Okay.....so you never loved me even though we were planning a life together. Even though we live together?" "That's right," Chris said, "I'm sorry for misleading you." "Misleading me?" she said, "Is that what you call it? You were my whole future. My whole world." "You aren't mine," he said, quietly, "Mine is Jonny."

Where The Stories Have No Name just might be the most brilliant thing ever written on this board.

Chapter 5 Yesterday "Name?" The nurse asked. "Meg," she answered, "Meg Webster." "Here," the nurse said, handing her a plastic name tag with the word VISITOR on it. "Wear this at all times. Leave your purse and your shoes here." Meg slipped out of her shoes and put them on the desk with her purse. "You better leave that big ring too," the nurse said. Meg looked down at her left hand. "But it's my engagement ring," she said. "Do you want to visit your friend or not?" the nurse asked. Meg looked at the ring and then slipped it off and put it inside her purse. "You get ten minutes," the nurse told her. "That's all?" she asked. "Until we see how he reacts to you. If all goes well, you will get more next time." "Oh okay," she said. "Follow me," the nurse instructed. Meg followed her down a long hall. "I will be waiting out here," the nurse said. Meg looked at Jonny's name on the door. How did this all happen? she asked herself. Will he recognize me? What if he doesn't? God, what if he does? "Time is wasting," the nurse said. Meg took a deep breath and opened the door. Jonny was sitting on his bed, as usual, reading,as usual. "Jonny?" He didn't look up. "Jonny?' she asked again. He looked up very slowly. "Do you know who I am?" she asked. Jonny's jaw worked and his nostrils flared. "Yes," he said, "You are that girl.....that girl...." Jonny stood up and walked over to her. "Get out of here," he said, hatefully, pushing her hard. "Get out now!!!!!!" he screamed. He screamed and screamed. The nurse hurried into the room and pushed buttons calling for help. Jonny was flailing his arms and she was trying to restrain him. Several more nurses hurried into the room. One was carrying a syringe to sedate Jonny. Meg was just standing in silence watching the horrible sight.

Chapter 4 Yesterday "Hello, Jonny," the doctor said. Jonny looked up briefly from his book and stopped eating an apple. "Do I know you?" Jonny asked, suspiciously. "I don't think we have met yet," the doctor said, "My name is Dr. Jonas." "Oh, another doctor," Jonny mumbled and went back to eating his apple and reading his book. "Do you like apples?" the doctor asked. "I don't know," Jonny said, shrugging his shoulders, "Maybe." "Well you are eating that one." "Yeah, somebody who was my friend brought it to me, so I must like it," he explained. "What was your friend's name?" Jonny twisted his lips around as if he was thinking. "I'm not sure," he said, "He comes here alot." "But you don't remember him?" the doctor asked. "No," Jonny said, in an unconcerned manner. "Doesn't it bother you that you can't remember?" "No," Jonny said, "I like it that way." "You will have to remember at some point," the doctor told him. "Why?" Jonny asked, looking scared. "You can't stay here forever." "Why? I like it here." "But you have to go back out into the world and take your life back." "My life is over," Jonny said. The doctor frowned. "Why would you say that?" he asked. "I don't know," Jonny said, gazing blankly at the wall. "You are young. You have lots of years left." "No," Jonny said, decisively, "I don't want lots of years left." "But your other friends are depending on you to get better." "I don't care," Jonny said, looking at the doctor in a fierce way. "Don't you think that is a bit selfish of you?" the doctor asked. "Yes," Jonny said, "It is. And I am through talking about it with you." "Okay," the doctor said, "We will talk later." "No," Jonny told him, "I said I am finished talking about it and I am." "If that's what you want," the doctor said. "That's how it has to be," Jonny told him and went back to his book.

Chapter 3 Yesterday "Hi sweetheart," she said, when Chris walked into his apartment. "How's Jonny?" She asked, "Any improvement?" She tried to hug Chris but he just walked away. "The same," he answered her. "Well at least he isn't worse, right?" She said, trying to appear cheerful. "Yeah,I guess," Chris said. "Ah Will called about that photo shoot you are supposed to do," she told him. "Okay," he said, absentmindedly. "I'll call him back." "I missed you," she said. He looked across the room at her. "You are sweet," he said, "I think I will try to sleep." He started walking toward the bedroom. "Chris?" "Yes?" "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Anything at all?" She asked him,with sincerity in her voice. He smiled a brief little bitter smile. "No," he told her, "I just need to be alone." "Okay," she said as she nodded her understanding. Will pulled out the chair and sat down across the table from her. "Thanks for meeting me," she said. "Sure, what's up?" he asked. She looked down at her cup of coffee. "It's Chris," she said, "He's in a bad way." Will looked out the window. "I know," he said, "He has been every since Jonny went around the bend." "I am afraid it will happen to him too," she said, "I need to know how to help him." Will shook his head. "I don't think you can," he told her. "But I can't stand to see him like this," she said. "I know," Will said, softly, as he played with a salt shaker, "It is hard for Guy and me too." "If I could just take his mind off it for a little while.." She said. Will laughed a hard laugh. "He doesn't want to get his mind off it," Will said, "He's punishing himself that way." "But why?" She asked. "Because he blames himself for Jonny's illness," he told her. "But shouldn't he blame me too?" she asked. "Chris doesn't work that way," Will said, "Chris blames Chris for everything."

Chapter 2 Yesterday Chris found a seat in the train car and sank into its friendly confines. He closed his eyes and leaned back. He was so tired and it seemed as if had not slept in three days. In reality it had probably been longer than that. Visiting Jonny was always so draining, emotionally and physically. So much so that Guy and Will had stopped going completely. He didn't blame them for that. Yet, at the same time he thought they were so wrong. He thought they owed Jonny more than that. What happened wasn't his fault. He didn't chose to lose his memory, in Chris' opinion. Although some doctors disagreed with him on that point. Some thought Jonny had a cognitive break brought on by some kind of stress. Some thought Jonny was not remembering on purpose because of some traumatic event. None of the doctors knew what caused the stress or the trauma. But Chris thought he knew. He thought that it was all his fault. He was the one to blame for Jonny being in this condition. Regardless, Jonny would probably never get better unless he faced whatever hurt him. And Jonny wasn't facing anything right now. He mostly just sat in his room and read. He read all night and all through the day. He didn't sleep and he rarely ate. He just read. The doctors believed that he did so to keep his mind occupied so that he wouldn't think. The first weeks Jonny was in the hospital the doctors tried therapy. But Jonny refused to participate. He just sat in his chair rocking back and forth and staring straight ahead. Since the doctors had discontinued therapy, Jonny was a little better. At least he was able to have somewhat of a conversation now, even if he didn't remember the people he was talking to. The train jolted to a stop and Chris stood up to get off. When he stood up a piece of paper fell out of his jacket pocket. Chris picked it up. It was a movie ticket stub from the last movie that he and Jonny had gone to see before....before it all happened. Chris sat back down in the seat. "Oh Jonny," he said, softly, and then he started to cry.

Chapter 1 Yesterday Chris hated the hollow banging sound that the double doors made when they closed behind him. He had been coming to this place for a few weeks, but he still could not get used to that weird lonely echo of the slamming doors. He walked down the long hall and stopped in front of the door to Jonny's room. He took a deep breath and tried to collect himself before he knocked. "Come in," a voice said. "Hello Jonny," Chris said. "Oh hi," Jonny said, looking up briefly and then going back to reading a book. "How are you?" Chris asked. "Fine, I guess," Jonny said. Chris just stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. Then he remembered the bag in his hand. "Here, I brought this for you," he said, handing the bag to Jonny. Jonny looked at him strangely. He took the bag and looked inside. Then he looked back at Chris. "What is this for?' he asked. "It's a few of your favorite things," Chris told him. "It is?" Jonny asked. "Yeah," Chris said, "You love that kind of fruit and that candy." "I do?" Jonny said. "I'm sorry," Chris told him, taking the bag away, "I shouldn't have brought it. I didn't mean to...." "It's okay," Jonny said,"Maybe I still like these things. Who knows?" Chris looked around the room. The acoustic guitar he had brought Jonny was standing in a corner. "Did you try the guitar?" he asked. Jonny looked across the room at the instrument. "Yeah," he said. "Nothing?" Chris asked. "No," Jonny said, quietly,"I'm sorry." "It's fine," Chris said, "The doctor did say not to expect much so soon." Jonny looked back at Chris. "You don't have to keep coming to see me," he said, "It can't be easy for you." "It isn't," Chris said, looking down so that Jonny would not see how sad his eyes were. "Then don't come back," Jonny said, "I can't give you what you want." "I can't leave you, Jonny," he said. "But I don't even remember you," Jonny said. "I know," Chris said, quietly, "But I remember you and I won't leave you."

It's Jonny that she's going out with, isn't it?

Thank you for reading. I am glad that you liked the story. Sorry I got confused by the threads. I am very embarrassed.

Chapter 2 The Choice It was a tiny bar on one of the rattiest streets in all London. There was sawdust all over the floor. There were large, sweaty men playing pool and cursing loudly. A few prostitutes wandered in and out. The beer was flat and over-priced. Guy felt much better there that at the hotel party. "I come here alot," James told him. "To get good stories," Guy asked. "No, just because it feels comfortable here," he said. "Ah," Guy said, with an understanding tone. "You know, I've always wanted to have the chance to talk to you," James said, "You always seem so mysterious and deep in thought. I would really like to know what is going on behind those eyes of yours." "Not much, I am afraid," Guy said. "I don't believe that for a moment," James told him. "Tell me about your job," Guy said. James looked at him for a long moment. "Just in case you are wondering, I am trying to flirt with you," he said. Guy blushed and swallowed hard. "I think you are very attractive," Guy said, "But......." "But what?" James asked. "But I....." Guy didn't know what to say. "You what?" James asked. "Well, that isn't my sort of thing," Guy said, trying not to sound offensive. "What sort of thing? It's just two people who find each other attractive and want to spend time together. I am not asking you to join a cult or something." "I didn't mean to offend you," Guy said, "It's just that I never really considered the possibility before." "Do you think I am attractive?" James asked. Guy had to admit that he did think James was a gorgeous man. "Yes," Guy said. "I think you are incredible," James said, "And I really would like to know what is going on behind those beautiful eyes of yours." "I am flattered by all the attention," Guy told him. "Look, all I am asking you to do is consider the possibility," James said, "I think you and I could have something very good." Guy sat perfectly still for a few minutes, staring into his beer. When he looked up, James was looking at him and he noticed that his eyes were a particularly nice shade of deep blue. In reality, Guy knew that he had already been considering the possibility. "I will think about it," Guy said. James smiled. "Let me give you my number," he said. Chapter 3 The Choice Guy kept looking at the business card all day. He reached for his phone more than once. But he didn't call. He just kept flipping the card back and forth between his fingers. "Where did you disappear to last night?" Will asked. "Why?" Guy asked defensively. "I just wondered," Will said, "Sorry." "No, man, I'm sorry," he told Will, "I am just a little jittery today." "Everything all right?" Will asked. "Yeah," Guy said, "You know how I get around those party types." "I can understand that," Will said. "No, you can't," Guy told him. Will looked up at Guy. He was surprised by the sadness in Guy's voice. "You really can't understand how awful those things are for me," he said, "You and Jonny and Chris have no trouble chatting with strangers." "I'm sorry," Will said, "I didn't mean anything by it." Guy looked at him for a second. "Forget it," he said, quietly, "It doesn't matter anyway." "I am really glad that you called," James said. "I don't know what I am doing here," Guy said. "Relax," James told him, "We are two friends meeting for a drink. Why do you put so much pressure on yourself?" "Maybe because I don't exactly think of you as a friend," Guy said. "Really?" James asked, with an excited little smile. "Really," Guy said, looking directly at James with an intensity that made James' stomach ache. "Well," he said, "That is very good news indeed." "So, what's next?" Guy asked. "I suppose we go on a date," James said. "A date?" Guy asked. "Yes, isn't that what you would do if you met a girl you liked, ask her out?" "Yeah, yeah," Guy said, "I would spend alot of time trying to figure out a good way to ask her out and hope she said yes." "So?' James said. Guy blushed and laughed. "Would you like to go out with me sometime?" he asked. "I thought you would never ask," James said, smiling, "I would love to." Chapter 4 The Choice Guy was nervous. He didn't know what to wear. He didn't know what not to wear. He had clothes thrown all over his bedroom. "Why did I ever agree to this?" he asked himself. He paced back and forth. "Just act like this is a regular date," he kept repeating to himself. But James wasn't regular. Guy already felt that he was special. He could see it in the sincere way he spoke. He could feel it in the way his palms were sweaty when James was around. Plus, he thought James had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Guy knew he wasn't gay. He had never looked at other guys before. He had never even considered it before just as he had told James. He had no idea why he was attracted to James, he just was. It seemed so plain and simple. It was so damn far from either plain or simple. "Shit," Guy said to himself, "I don't know anything about how to kiss another guy." "Could it be just like it was to kiss a girl?" "Stop!" he yelled at himself, "You are getting way too far ahead of yourself." Guy looked back at the clothes thrown all over the place. "Maybe I should just cancel," he said, aloud. There was a knock on the door. Guy went to answer it in his old ragged jeans and a t-shirt. It was James. "Oh my God," he said, opening the door and quickly shutting it again. James laughed. "I'm not ready yet," Guy told him. "Will you let me in, please?" James asked. Guy opened the door. "I'm early," James explained, "I'm sorry. I just got tired of waiting." "I was just trying to decide what to wear," Guy said, "Oh no...that sounded so lame," he added. "Hey," James grabbed his arm, "Calm down," he said. Guy looked at James. "I really want to kiss you," he said, "Right now, but I don't know how." James looked confused. "Just like this," he said, softly as he leaned over and brushed his lips against Guy's mouth. Instinct kicked in and Guy's arms automatically went around James' neck. They stood there locked in a kiss for several moments. "Wow...." Guy said. "What?" James asked. "Just wow...."Guy said, smiling. The End

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Chapter 1 The Choice Guy absolutely hated these kind of events. Will didn't seem to mind. Jonny was a little bit ill out of place.. Chris thrived on them. He was always the life of the party. Always a witty remark to make everyone laugh and set the guests at ease. But for Guy,it was sheer torture. People told him he was handsome and Chris always kidded him about it. He didn't feel handsome. He felt like the ugliest puppy in a litter of four. Some people told him that his accent was attractive. He thought he sounded like a schoolboy with no breeding. The only time he really felt comfortable was when he was on stage or when he was taking photographs. He mostly stood by the wall and tried to smile politely wherever someone caught his eye. Will walked by, deep in conversation with an Albanian diplomat. Guy wished he could be as intellectual as Will. But he had no interest in foreign policy or politics in general. Jonny walked by with a soccer star. He was the goalie on a popular team. Guy had only a very passing interest in sports. It mostly seemed like an excuse for grown men to beat up one another for profit. Chris walked by followed by his usual entourage of admirers. He managed to keep them entertained and whisper, "Mingle," to Guy at the same time. Guy didn't want to mingle. He wanted a cigarette. He slipped out the French doors to the balcony of the hotel ballroom. Guy looked up at the stars and shivered a little in the cool night air. He lit the long-desired cigarette and closed his eyes as he felt the nicotine surge through his body and calm his nerves. "That's not very healthy for someone who runs the marathon," a voice behind him said. Guy turned around slowly. "It is my only vice," he said smiling. "Really? Your only vice? How disappointing." "Well, maybe not. I do like a bit of beer now and then," Guy said. "Perhaps we could work on introducing you to some other vices," the voice said. "Do I know you?" Guy asked, struggling to see the figure standing in the dark. "We met once....at another party. I work for the magazine that is sponsoring this party." "I'm sorry I don't remember your name," Guy said. "It's James," the voice said. "Well, it is nice to meet you, James," Guy said. "What are you doing out here?" James asked, stepping out of the shadows and walking toward Guy. "It's too nerve-wracking in there," Guy said, smiling slightly. "Would you like to go somewhere else?" James asked. Guy looked at James closely and felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "Sure," he said, "Why not?"

Will we still be able to read this one? If not, I need to save some of my stuff that I wrote.