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Giv2GeT 14
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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For AJ, things didn't go scott-free. He found out, returning to Bryce Dyer's place, it wasn't just a house with a driveway, but a long road up to the house and a surrounding of buildings. Not very nice looking at that.
Earlier on in the day, when they returned, Bryce had welcomed him, "You can stay with me, while you straighten out things with your father."
"Thanks. It would be a long hitch back to Kentucky, one I wouldn't want to make again."
Bryce corrects him, "Unless you had a good reason?"
"True," AJ connected with that idea. Shaking his head, he says the same thing said when he had to jump on the yellow bus, "I can't believe I came so close to being with him again, only to... do you think there's a chance I can get to see him?"
"By law, from what you've told me, the courts made it clear your father can't try to see you, but I don't think it says anything about you seeing him. Besides, those big city courts wouldn't be able to tell the difference, out here in the country now, would they?"
For AJ, his day had gone along smoothly, after Bryce said he knew the camp director well enough to feel free to mention AJ's circumstance and he was sure, in all of 8 weeks, there would be some times he and his father could meet up and get reconnected.
Trusting Bryce, AJ saw it his way, so when they did things, like settling him in a room, or going out to the surrounding buildings, finding a barn which housed 4 horses, he temporarily forgot about that. Fortunately too, whether Bryce had been thinking on it, or instantly conjured it up out of thin air, AJ found himself a summer job, helping to tend to the small farm.
This wasn't the only thing which would tag AJ on the arm, becoming a part of a summer he would never live down.
Heading into town, Bryce had some errands to do. Leading AJ into one of the buildings, together they uncovered Bryce's about town car, AJ declaring, "Oh man, this is so cool!"
"Like it?" Bryce asks.
"Like it? Who else is lucky enough to drive a fire-orange mustang?" he guessed, since it had flaming decals down the sides.
Hinting, Bryce asks, "You wouldn't happen to know how to drive?"
"This?" the 21-year old's eyes glowed with surprise. "Sure I can drive, but I don't know about..."
"You'll be fine," Bryce tosses him the keys.
Missing them, AJ bends down, looking through the hay, "Found them!"
Standing, he heres the car door click. He knew he was the designated driver, not seeing Bryce behind the wheel. Getting in, he asks, "Are you sure about this?
"I am, if you are!" Bryce replies.
AJ crept along the property, which was a good move, not much paved road in their way.
When they got to the open road, Bryce telling him to make a left, he says, "Okay, now step on it!"
Sailing along at 45mph, AJ asks, "What's the speed limit?"
Knowing he didn't want to get a speeding ticket, Bryce says, "Well, if a cop starts tailing us, I have no doubts we can outrun them. Then again, I like living. On the other hand, if a cop does stop us, I think I'm confident I can keep you from getting a ticket!"
Coy, AJ replies, "I wonder how?"
"What do you take me for?" the 37-year old asks.
"A nice guy," is all AJ can think of, but wondered about another issue.
Rather than play the cat and mouse game with words, or keep AJ guessing, "The two cops who sit on this road, are both married, but don't see enough action at home. They come out to my place about once a week, they say looking for building code violations. The only violation is them cheating on their wives!"
"So," AJ thinks on two married dudes, "I know it's none of my business, but you're a bottom?"
Like it's something horrible, Bryce gasps, "You didn't know straight guys like to get fucked?"
It made AJ laugh, the way Bryce put it, but then again he hadn't really thought about it, "I don't know. Do they?"
"So sweet. While I fuck one of them, he's sucking his partner's cock and then we switch it around, just in time to fill his partner's stomach, except..." Bryce laughs, "one night I got them drunk and they fucked each other, while I stroked myself off... oh man, that was one helluva jerk off!"
"I guess I'm old-fashioned," AJ replies, keeping it to a cool 45mph.
"When you get to the tree at the top of the hill, there's a slight downgrade. County had a sign put in to drop your speed to 30, but don't."
"I'm not going to run into any trees or guardrails, am I?" AJ was cautious with the expensive-looking vehicle.
"Nah. Just be aware, not far down the road is a stop sign."
He did exactly as Bryce coached him, but dropped his speed by 5mph, to 40. It wasn't enough though, to hear sirens and see flickering lights in his rearview.
"You did that on purpose!" AJ showed anger.
"Yeah. Sorry, but you're going to have to stop before the crossroad!"
Suddenly he cooled is anger, pulling over to the side, thinking of being duped as not something overall a terrible thing. And, knowing what he knew about the police officers, getting out of their patrol car, looking through his driver's side mirror, AJ comments, "Wow, he's hot!"
Bryce jokes, "Good. You might have to fuck him to beat your ticket!"
However, as bold as Bryce could be, AJ was more adamant, "Fuck that! You got me into this, you're getting me out!"
"Well fuck me!" Bryce laughed his all off!
Rolling down his window, the cop sees it's not Bryce, "You want to step out of the car?" thinking it's stolen.
Knowing what he knew, AJ felt he could do no harm, saying with attitude, "Fuck you, officer!"
Up to now, Bryce hadn't said anything, kept things mum, but wanting to laugh out loud.
"Listen, you punk," the officer bends down to address AJ, peering right at Bryce, "Oh, it's you!"
"Nerve of you to address my nephew so rudely, Ken?" he finally gets out of the car.
"I'm so sorry, Bryce. I had no idea. I thought..."
"You thought, Ken?" they hashed it out over the roof of the car, taking it to the rear of the vehicle.
Seeing Bryce exit the left side, Mike gets out of the patrol car, "What's up?"
Ken says, thumbing over his shoulder, "Bryce, his nephew is in town."
"Nephew?" Mike says, the 31-year old walking right up to the driver's side.
Instantly making friends with the driver, Ken says to Bryce, "He needs to get laid."
"Didn't you listen to what I said last time?" Bryce asks.
"I know. We would like to get it on together, but no place is as safe as your ranch?" Ken pleads.
"Or is it you don't think Mike is enough of..." knowing Ken played football, "a tight end?"
Tapping Ken on the shoulder, he's surprised, Mike saying, "C'mon, we gotta go."
"Tell the kid to watch his speed," Ken says.
God forbid they should make it home after their wives had dinner on the table!
"Mike sounds like a nice guy," AJ says, driving off, far behind the speeding patrol car, which doesn't fully stop at the crossroads.
"Mike can be a very horny guy... it's why I gave them both a suggestion to find themselves a nice little motel, outside of town, and rent a room."
"Why? Getting tired of the sex?"
"My dear," Bryce turns cordial, "my organ `never' gets tired of the sex, except on who it is it's driving home!"
"But not cops."
"Not these two cops. Besides, I'm thinking it's time to stop all of these one night stands and find me a real man."
AJ had already wondered about that, "You never have, if I'm not being too personal?"
For the rest of the ten minutes, in a nutshell, Bryce told of one guy, but he wasn't the one. After one affair, he played the field, but got stuck out in that field!
"Like my father, you're young yet?"
Saying it, AJ had to give Bryce the other part of his history, why his parents divorced. Funny thing is, he figured knowing about Ken and Mike, helped pave the way. At least Bryce could understand, being married and half the act, trying not to be gay.
But for now, they folded up those ideas and put them away, rolling into town. Tonight, Bryce, who knew everyone in town, not only because he grew up in these parts, but being the school bus driver, there wasn't anyone he hadn't seen at least once a year.
"Ah, lucky us!" Bryce says, telling AJ to park in the only empty, diagonal slot on the street.
"Lively place," AJ says, turning off the ignition.
"Wait till you get inside!"
True to Bryce's thinking, when they entered the local eatery, Shogan's Run, a very contemporary cafe, with shelves of various organic products, the place was what could be considered `lively'.
Waiting to be seated, people Bryce knew, offered them their space on line and in a minute, they were waiting to be seated.
Even the hostess knew him, which prompts AJ to say, "Is there anyone you don't know in this town?"
"Yeah. The busboy!"
`Busboy?' AJ scrutinized the place. Of course, to someone who knows everyone, to look for the person who doesn't belong, was like looking for a needle in a haystack! He gave up, while being escorted to their table.
A 2-man table, facing each other, Bryce jokes, "I hope my looks don't make you wanna barf up your meal!"
"No more than mine," AJ wisely rejects the thought.
"Oh, here he comes!"
"Who?" AJ looks over his shoulder.
Regardless, the guy was right upon them, clearing the table for 4, right next to them.
For the dude's sake, AJ tried to keep Bryce from mocking out his tight little buns, all wrapped up in the apron.
Finished, turning right around, he accidentally sets the clearing bin on Bryce and AJ's table, saying, "Oh my god, I did it again!"
"It's okay," AJ says, locking eyes with the dude.
Not immune to the two not saying anything, just staring, Bryce clues the dude in, "Um, the owner. He can get a little psycho on the help. Let me help you clean this up..."
It was too late, the psycho-bitch was on his way, yelling something in an Asian language they couldn't understand, except the American name, `Kyle'!
"Oh, Ying, the kid didn't mean it. Why don't you just calm down and..."
And away with Ying, Bryce walked, an arm over his shoulder, which impressed AJ, "That was a close one."
"Yeah, tell me about it," Kyle replies, wiping up water which had slurped out.
"Doesn't sound like a happy guy to work for?" he looks up at Kyle's incredibly good looks, the short, blond hair, angelic face.
"He's not. I mean, I can't blame him."
"How so?" AJ asks, selfishly stalling, to keep Kyle around.
"First day I forgot to put the coffee filters in to make coffee. Second and third days, I got here late because I misjudged the walking distance. Yesterday I accidentally dropped a stack of plates, which were too hot, coming out of the dishwasher. Now this."
He did seem like a klutz, AJ dwelling on the least these offenses, "How were you to know the plates were hot?"
"Yeah, I did wonder why Steve pawned them off on me so quickly."
"Steve" AJ went at this with a detective's mind, "is he okay to work with?"
"He's okay," Kyle pauses, "No, he's not okay. I get this feeling he's jealous or something. We went to school together. I got to go to college. His football scholarship fell through."
"I don't suppose you can't work somewhere else?"
"Nah. All the summer jobs are filled," Kyle says, adding, "How about yourself?"
"I'm work for Bryce, though, I haven't done anything yet to earn a wage!"
"Oh really?" Kyle says, forcing a frown, which could be mistaken for one, only to facially voice his opinion over a known fact, "Bryce hasn't had a hand on his horse farm for over fifteen years. I wonder what's up with that?"
"Yeah, me too," AJ wondered, too!
After the brief discussion, Bryce comes back, sits and talking over the plastic dishpan, loaded and overflowing, "I guess I told Ying!"
Though, Bryce hadn't a clue to how he was going to tell Kyle!
"You saved my job?"
"Not exactly," Bryce thought it best for the let down, "y'see, Ying and I exchanged words, some which were not too pretty and... I guess you can say he forced my hand. What it boils down to is... And don't take this the wrong way, but Ying not only doesn't have much confidence in your employment history while working for him, but doubts you can be much use to any other employer."
"Well, fuck him!" they see a different side of Kyle, pushing the square dish bucket off the table.
With the chatter silent, looking, Bryce gets up, announces, "Just a little accident folks. Nothing to mind your business about."
Of course, Ying, the bastard, had heard... rather sensed the silence, after what he thought was a `crash', approaching the table, asking, "Who is responsible for this?" his eyes shone like daggers, ready to dig into Kyle's flesh!
Whipping out his wallet, Bryce controls the situation, "Don't even bother your insurance company about the broken dishes, Ying," he shells out 2 crisp 100 dollar bills, allowing each one to fall off his finger tips and into the gooey mess of leftovers, cutlery and dishes.
Sort of revenge, Ying bends down to gobble up the bills with his hand, allowing the slime to drip off each, stands, faces Kyle, "I hear they are hiring shovelers at the town dump, though probably you will find a way to screw them to, Kyle!"
Leaning on the table, AJ could see Kyle's hands turn into fists. He places a hand over the closest one, "He's not worth it, Kyle."
I did detract from the situation at hand, Kyle saying to AJ, "He hadn't ought to go treating people like that."
"Matter of fact, Ying," Bryce plays with his goatee, presenting a picture of a wise man, "I've decided to start up the horse farm again and happen to need a couple of hands."
Ying, knowing how Bryce's farm went downhill in the first place, loss of a lover, driving him to drink, says, "You will need a lot of luck with that!" upon which Ying goes about his own business. Rounding the corner, heading towards the kitchen, he informs his counterperson, not that he's replacing Ying, barks, "Steve, get over there and clean up that mess!"
"Who me?" Steve questions, hired as counter help, a result of size, big belly, which Ying thought would topple tables and bump into customers. Ying had already told him to drop some pounds, because he didn't have any other uniforms in his size and it looked so unsightly, having patrons forced to look at his skin showing through the taut buttons.
"Does any other Steve work here?" Ying left him with.
Things seemed to have a domino effect, Steve beyond the counter, Ying's own nephew, Hwang Dong taking Steve's position, which left him disgruntled, having been chopped down from top chef to serving up whatever was handed him through the kitchen portal.
The busboy, also a good friend and sometimes fuck buddy of Hwang, says, "What's with this, Hwang?"
"Uncle, he thinks he's a better chef," Hwang makes his assumptions professional, being a top chef himself, "but wait till people start tasting his bland food. I feel like standing behind him and..."
Colton smiles, "You can take it out on me? No problem!"
Having taken their conversation to the far side of the counter, out of earshot, they didn't realize they had one eavesdropper, not a regular to the cafe, "I'd like to take something `up' to you, boy!"
Colton bit his lip, with Hwang being called to his new duty, using the pickup line, one of many in his spare vocabulary, "You're not from around here, are you?"
The truck driver was ready to get into the restaurant greeter's life before he even asked!
Meanwhile, Steve had indeed turned heads, his chubby belly having forced a patron's hand, pushing a loaded fork off a plate, or making them choke on a sip of water.
"Whew!" he said, making it to the table, the bucket on the floor, piece of plates and cutlery strewn all over the floor.
The only reason Bryce and AJ were still sitting there, they waited for Kyle to make up his mind.
However, wherever Steve went, there was always time for comic relief, the trio smiling at each other, after watching Steve getting down on his hands and knees, reaching to pick up debris, seeing his shirt hike up, pants round his ass, showing a bright red crack of ginger hair!
Bryce jokes, in a whispered tone, "Do you think he's going that on purpose?"
He had heard rumors, it coming out as crystal clear to Kyle, but for the record, his own, gently asks, "You're into guys, Bryce?"
Answering for him, for himself, AJ says, "Yeah. Me too," and to let Kyle know his own thoughts, "we're not much different off than you, are we?"
"I can't wait to start my new job!" it put Kyle over the edge.
Speaking of over the edge, Steve pops up, placing both arms on the table, asking as he hoists himself to his feet, "You're quitting, Kyle?"
"More like, was fired and moving on," Kyle converses.
"Where to? You got any leads?" apparently Steve showed interest.
"Bryce is starting up his dude ranch. He needed some dudes, so I was hired," Kyle said it, like ten times more fortified with good attitude than before he lost control.
Smirking, Steve says, "Sure wish I could be a dude."
He wasn't out to wreck Ying's business, yet Bryce wasn't feeling any remorse if his hired help should desire to up and defect of their own free will, "The farm isn't going to run on it's own!"
Walking out of the eatery, Bryce left with more than he bargained. Especially on his mind was Steve and those loose buttons'. He wondered if it would ever come to pass, tongue slurping over that mound and onto totally pleasuring his new farm worker. Than again, he backed down on his idea, what am I thinking? I'm a top!' Though, turning on the ignition, he squirmed about a little, something of an itch stirring his butt!
He knew he came to town for something, other than eating, which they didn't really get past the water, so opted out for hot dogs at the local greasy joint. Not his favorite, the guys were all for it.
On the way, Hwang was silent, until Steve brings up, "Isn't your uncle going to like get you kicked out of your house?"
With feelings of no love lost, Hwang says, "My uncle? He hasn't anything to say to my family. All Uncle Ying is out for is himself. I damn near almost had to kiss his ass to work there, but he also knows I'm the best chef around!"
Bryce jokes, "I guess that saved you from kissing ass... I mean, you didn't, did you?"
Sitting in the front passenger side, AJ slaps Bryce in the shoulder, "Oh come on, you don't really think..."
"Sorry," Bryce quipped, shutting up, tearing away from the windshield for a brief second to put a hex on AJ with his horrid facial expression.
Bryce knew the boys in the back didn't see, because he had been there himself, once with Kenneth, who didn't want the backseat of his patrol car to get `jelly-stuff' all over it.
Pulling up to the hot dog joint, Bryce announces, "Who's ready for Texas Wieners?!"
Placing their order, the three retired to an umbrella table. While sitting there, Bryce gave them the scoop on how, at one time, the farm had been a thriving venture.
Of course, it had been on AJ's mind to asks, "What happened, that it's not?" he glances over Bryce's shoulder, at the stand, seeing something `weird'!
While Bryce told about another former lover, rejection, falling prey to alcohol, finally pulling himself out of a wasted life, the 12 Steps, finding a decent job and loving the friendships it's made him with the townsfolk, the respect it's given him...
AJ has been studying this dude, on crutches, trying to carry a tray to tables, saying out loud, "You've got to be kidding?"
"About what?" Bryce pauses in his story.
"Not you," he nods, "him!" AJ's hands were on the table, because any minute now, an accident was ready to happen, "Oh my god!" he jumps out of his seat and races to the counter.
Too late, the two shakes, compressed together, implode, falling out of the dude's hand!
Looking upon the teen, AJ reaches out, "I tried to help you, but too late."
It was too late all right, but not for AJ, the owner coming outside, screaming bloody murder, "What the fuck?"
"Sorry, Mr. Rivera, I..."
Grabbing the Texas Wiener hat off of the waiter's hat, he yells, "Just go. I knew I shouldn't have taken your word for it!"
By now, Kyle and Bryce had formed a semi-circle, AJ already grabbing half the dispenser of napkins, dabbing of the delivery waiter.
"I'm so embarrassed," the dude says.
"Don't be. You're boss is a schmuck," AJ says.
Kyle gets his opinion in, "I'll second that."
"Can you do without that a second?" Bryce takes the right crutch and cleans it off, Kyle's shoulder taking up the slack.
"Thanks for going to all the trouble to help me. I guess Mr. Rivera is right. I should never had told him I could do a job I couldn't possibly have done!"
It wasn't the last they saw of Mr. Rivera, however this time he was a little more kinder, "Here, Patrick. It's a week's salary. Good luck at your next job."
Looking at the cash in his hand, then at his employer, Patrick says, "Wow! Thanks Mr. Rivera!"
AJ confesses, "I take that back. Mr. Rivera isn't a schmuck."
"I agree," Bryce says, cleaning the chocolate shake off of the other crutch, "but still, he should show more professionalism and not have yelled at you like that."
"Agreed," Kyle, who didn't say much, said it!
"Great," he looks down upon himself, crutch back in his pit, where Kyle's shoulder was, "I suppose I'll get on back home and admit to my father he was right, that nobody's gonna hire a guy with a bum leg. Thanks for your help."
They watch Patrick, a long white cast up his leg, the `Monster' insignia, in green, painted with markers, at the top of the cast.
It reached his heart, Bryce stepping forward, "Hey, do you need a ride?"
It was comical, probably against the law to some extent, Patrick's leg sticking out the passenger side of the mustang, Kyle and AJ in the back.
Patrick Folly never made it home. Instead, even though it was none of their business, AJ instigating it, Kyle and he worked on Bryce till he gave in. Bryce assured Patrick he would find something for him to `work for' and they returned to the horse farm.
Kyle, who didn't say much now blasted, "You call this a farm?"
"Was," Bryce says, opening the front door, while AJ and Kyle helped feed his leg through, "and depending on how my employees work, we'll see if we can get it up and running again."
As they were standing there, Kyle's cell plays a tune, "Excuse me a second."
News had traveled fast, as it does in a moderately small town, a friend calling and asking if it was true, Kyle acknowledging it was, but he was covered, walking right into another opportunity. After quickly explaining he had taken on a position on a farm, not exactly knowing what he was doing, his friend hits him up for a job. Placing the phone against the thigh of his jeans, he runs over and asks, "Um, my friend, Ron, was wondering if," Kyle looks around, "you need an extra set of hands to clean up this mess?"
Bryce directs at AJ and Patrick, "My, isn't he full of compliments?"
However, AJ's opinion is not much different, "He's only telling the truth and frankly, it's going to take more than the three of us," he forgets about Patrick, "two and a half, to get this place in order?"
Bryce gave in. Too, he was ready to make AJ his foreman, being pushy and all, but reluctant, thinking a man in this position should be older than a twenty-something year old.
Walking over to a building, Bryce leads them to the old bunk house.
Entering, Kyle says, "Yech! A spider!" he jumps into AJ's arm, a sling to keep his feet off the floor from the invading creature!
"Don't be a wuss," Patrick says, walking over, taking his hand and scooping up some cobwebs.
They all had to agree though, Kyle sitting on a bunk, it was way too squeaky and then saved by AJ, pulled out just in time before the top bunk crushed him to death!
"Shit, that was too close," Kyle says.
"Yeah, great. Can you get up off of me now?" AJ politely asks, having pulled Kyle on top of him, to save his life!
"When you two stop playing games, I'll show you where you can sleep tonight?"
Shrugging his shoulders, Patrick says, "No problem with me sleeping here tonight."
Bryce corrects that situation, "What? Another accident waiting to happen? You want both legs in a cast?"
Walking away from the bunk house, Bryce has woken up to just how long that door has been opened, realizing it's going to take at least a dozen hands to whip the place back into shape.
Taking the guys to the porch of the house, again Kyle tells his honest opinion, pulling a scrap of paint off of a post, "This place could sure use a coat of paint."
"Kyle?"
"What?" he answers AJ.
"Chill?"
"Sorry."
Bryce didn't hear, helping Patrick maneuver the front yard, in disarray as well.
Entering the house, it didn't smell too rosy, Kyle ready to ask Bryce if he kept dead animals in the house!
"Home sweet home, boys!" Bryce announces.
Kyle's nose wrinkling up was enough to tell how he felt about the `sweet' aroma.
"All it needs is a good airing out," Bryce says.
Upstairs it wasn't so bad, but Kyle almost fell off the stairs, some of the railing weak. He credits AJ, "Oh shit! Second time you saved my life!"
"Yeah. It's getting to be a habit," AJ replies, thinking of repayment, in a nice way.
At the top of the stairs, they turn to help Patrick, when they hear the sounds of a truck engine, Kyle saying, "That must be Ron!"
However, Kyle could not slip by Patrick, so Bryce released him into their custody, while he went for the front door.
If he wasn't sure about hiring, he was now, Kyle's friend, Ron, shirtless, showing his muscled bod.
If that wasn't enough, Ron says, "I hope you don't mind, but my friend Corky is looking for work, too. If you don't have work for him, he'll go home."
Unknown to Bryce, AJ had turned Patrick over to Kyle's care, just so he could check out the prospective workers. The one doing all the talking, man was he hot. So hot, AJ's thumb snuck behind his belt buckle. Interesting though, showing up with dots of mud all over himself, he wondered... More than curious over the mud, he figured he better be a good neighbor and introduce himself, "Hi, I'm AJ," extends his manners, his hand.
"Hey, I'm Ron and this is Corky," Ron shakes his hand.
Right then and there, there were no secrets!
"Want to take them upstairs, AJ?" Bryce says, "while I go check out my bank account?"
Corky lagged behind, AJ and Ron taking the stairs, Ron right at AJ's back.
"First thing I need is a shower," Ron says.
"Me too," AJ jerks his head over his shoulder for Ron's benefit, smirking.
Corky said he did too, but Ron thought it would be too crowded!
"Hey, Ron," Kyle greeted them, noticing, "oh, hi Corky," then back to Ron, "I did't know Corky was with you?"
"Yeah. He was standing right next to me when I was talking to you. I hope Mr. Dyer doesn't mind him coming along. I told him, if he didn't have a place for Corky, Corky could go home."
Excited, Corky speaks for himself, "I'm really glad Mr. Dyer had a place for me!"
"You guys don't have to be so formal. Just call him Bryce," AJ says.
Well, if they thought the grounds and the downstairs were in shambles, AJ was glad he missed Kyle's assessment, when walking into the room, or did he...
"Isn't this a fuckin' mess?"
It made AJ laugh, knowing it was coming, but turned it around, "Um, like aren't we hired to clean the place up?"
"Right now?" Kyle asks.
"Not unless you want to sleep with the spiders?"
Again, Kyle's wrinkled up nose made his opinion sound.
"Eh, this is nothing," Ron blows dust off a dresser, "right Cork?"
"Nope," Corky agrees, like he always agrees, when Ron says something positive, just like he disagrees with the negative!
They tore down the curtains to use for cleaning rags, Corky rubbing circles on the window pane, saying excitedly, "Oh my god, Ron, look!"
"What's up?" Patrick asks, with them all, except running to the window.
It was hot in the room. While lying on the bed, regardless of the dust which rose from it, when he lay down, Patrick had unbuttoned his white shirt. Getting up, it had fallen over his shoulders, so that when he stood, it fell down to his wrists, over his crutches, asking, "Um, one of you guys do me a favor here?"
So used to pampering Corky at times, Ron runs over, "Man, how did you get yourself into such a mess?"
The others still hovering over the scene outside the window, Ron shores Patrick up under his shoulder, tossing the one crutch to the bed, saying, "Wait'll you see this!"
It was amazing, out in the country like this, what once must've have been a paradise, walled in, to protect it from unwanted elements, an outline of a huge swimming pool formed.
"Awesome!"
"Would be nice, getting all sweaty and then having it to jump into whenever we get too hot?"
"No, Cork, really?" Ron says sarcastically.
AJ didn't know anything of Corky and Ron's history, about as much as he knew of Kyle. Corky wasn't defending himself against Ron's attitude towards him, so he figures out, it's the way the two got along. His own personal worth, he would not want someone putting him down with every time he turned around.
Kyle, not getting it, like AJ, Ron's reference to the murky state of the pool, says, "I think we should clean it up first?"
"No, really?" Ron hashes in on him now!
Better sooner and not later, AJ asks Ron, "Are you always this obnoxious towards people?"
Ron, `couldn't possibly have meant him', "Who you talking to?" he steps into AJ's quadrant.
Roundabout way, AJ says, "Not Kyle, nor Corky?" he takes a baby step forward.
Seeing it coming, Kyle steps between the two, "Hey guys, this whole ranch is messed up enough. How about we get out there and start with the pool?"
"Yeah," Corky throws his own idea in, "I bet Bryce would think we're doing a good thing?"
Suddenly, the confrontation turned from AJ, to Kyle, Ron saying, "No, really Cork? If you think I'm swimming with the tadpoles, you're mistaken."
Then, it was like AJ, nor Kyle were ever in the room, Ron walking out, gung-ho on clearing the `tadpoles' out of the pool.
He had Kyle to thank for coming between matters, AJ getting sweet on him, "Thanks for saving my neck."
Kyle smiles, says back to him, "I thought it worth saving!"
Rubbing Kyle's arm, AJ says, "Someday, maybe I can return the favor."
He's kissed one or two guys, but never did much of anything else. A guy, 20-years old, it might have seemed not the case, but Kyle had always looked after himself as a private individual. Guys always had something to say, about his drop-dead gorgeous looks, the smile, dirty blond hair, the good shape his bod was in, which could mean trouble. Guys of Kyle's stature were always looked upon as sex symbols, `the beautiful people', cosmetically. Contrary to this thought, Kyle wanted more than a one or two night stand, but rather ambitions of finding a long term mate.
"I'm not like that... really," Kyle replies.
Dropping his hand, AJ says, "Well, maybe we can get to know each other and be friends," he didn't want to push things.
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