Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2012 01:58:32 +1100
From: Nortey Nortey <nortey@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hayden Christensen - Episode 06

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Disclaimer - This story is fictional. I am in no way associated to Hayden
Christensen, nor do I claim to know his sexual preference. This story has
elements of same sex relationships which may not be suitable to all
audiences. My use of Star Wars references are in no way licensed to me, and
are owned by George Lucas and Lucasfilm.

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The sundae was scoffed up sooner than they expected. All that was left was
the obligatory cherry which they had both politely left for the other to
take instead. Thinking that the other wasnt interesting in it, they both
reached for the cherry at the same time. Their hands touched each other as
they both held the cherry. This was the first time they had made skin
contact outside of a handshake. They looked up from the cherry and their
gazes met. They looked deep into each other's eyes.

The touched seemed to last forever. Hayden had not been in this sort of
contact with another guy for a very long time. He enjoyed it. It was new to
him again. It was wild and exciting. He did not know how to react, what to
do, or what to say. But he knew that he didnt want to fight the feelings
that he had.

At the same time, Tyrone thought almost the exact same thing, but, he was
afraid at the reasons behind this seemingly innocent encounter that he was
having with Hayden. It had become something much more than a crush. He was
leading himself to believe that he might even be able to fall for
Hayden. But why? Who was he fooling. Hayden had said he would only be in
Sydney for another two and a half months, then he would leave. And Tyrone
would be alone.

Tyrone was the first to break the gaze. He moved his eyes to his empty
plate and moved his hand away. A look of disappointment came over Hayden.

"You go ahead and have it', Tyrone offered.

"Are you sure?" Hayden said.

"Yeah, you're the guest here".

Hayden reluctantly nibbled at the cherry. He was disappointed at
himself. Did he do something wrong? He could not bring himself to ask.

"Should I ask the waiter to bring the bill?" Tyrone asked.

"Bill? Oh you mean the check! Yes, OK" Hayden replied.

Tyrone called over the waiter and asked him to bring the bill for the
table. He promptly brought over a little black tray with an American
Express logo on it with a white carbon reciept that stated the total of the
evening's meal. Hayden immediately took it upon himself to receive the
tray.

"Hey!" Tyrone said."What do you think you're doing Mister?"

"Look, you picked me up and took me out, I think it's fair that I should
pay" Hayden said, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and whipping
out his credit card. It was one of the new see-through American Express
cards. He tried to hide his last name from Tyrone so he immediately placed
it under the receipt on the tray.

"Oooh, nice!" Tyrone said, breaking out of his daze.

The waiter took the card and the tray to the cashier and returned soon
after with a pen that he handed Hayden to sign with. Hayden obliged and
handed the waiter the tray. The waiter handed Hayden his receipt and
thanked him, in a strangely friendly way.

Tyrone looked at the waiter oddly, then looked at Hayden. "Can I have a
look at that receipt?" he asked.

Hayden showed him the carbon copy of the receipt, making sure he blocked
the part that had his name. Hayden had tipped the waiter $15 dollars.

"Oh my god, Hayden, you know you didnt need to do that, Australian's dont
really expect tips you know." Tyrone said.

"I know, I'm just used to it that's all" Hayden replied. "Besides, that was
only $7.50 back in the US."

"Fair enough"

Tyrone picked his phone, keys and wallet off the table and they headed for
the doors.

"So, what do you have planned to do now, Mr Sydney?" Hayden said.

"Actually... I better be heading home. I've got classes tomorrow as well."
Tyrone said, trying to sound sincere.

"Oh, OK, yeah I suppose I better get an early night too. I really should
catch up on my sleep, I'm still a little jet lagged." Hayden said, wanting
not to sound too disappointed.

They got into Tyrone's car and headed back towards the city to the
Sheraton. Not much was said on the way back. Tyrone had put Madonna's
"Music" album on the CD player and Hayden accused him of having typically
gay music. Tyrone was somewhat happy that Hayden was so comfortable now
that they could tease each other like this.

They drove past one of the theatres called the Theatre Royal where Tyrone
did work every now and then. Tyrone pointed it out and made a joke about
old grannies only wanting to see the plays and musicals in the afternoon
because they weren't allowed out at night due to the curfew imposed at the
retirement villages.

They reached the Sheraton and Tyrone pulled into the hotel driveway. A
valet attendant motioned to Tyrone, asking him if he needed the car
parked. Tyrone shook his head, and pulled to the side of the driveway,
behind an airport transfer van.

"So, are you sure you dont want to come up and have a drink or something
upstairs?" asked Hayden.

"Nah, I better not, it's 10:30. I'll end up being late for college
tomorrow", Tyrone said.

"Hmmm, OK then, well listen, do you have a pen? I'll give you my room
number. If you ever want to contact me, you can call the hotel and leave a
message for the answering service." Hayden said.

Tyrone opened the glove box and fumbled for a pen. He had forgetten about
the half used pack of condoms in there, and one of the loose condoms fell
out. Tyrone turned pink. Hayden laughed. Tyrone handed him the pen, and
threw the fallen condom back into the glove box. Hayden scribbled his room
number down on a piece of paper.

"I'm gonna put it in here so you don't lose it OK?" Hayden said, stuffing
the piece of paper into Tyrone's jacket breast-pocket. "Would you like to
do this again sometime?" He asked hopefully.

"Sure, why not." Tyrone said, with a weak smile.

"OK, great! Well when you find out when you're free next, give me a call
and let me know, and we can try an arrange something. I'll look forward to
getting that invitation as well.", Hayden smiled.

"OK, I'll try to get that done for you tomorrow." Tyrone said.

"Look, I really had a great time tonight. Thanks for having dinner with me"
Hayden said, choosing his words carefully.

"No problem. It was my pleasure", Tyrone replied.

It seemed like the perfect time for a good-bye kiss. Instead, what followed
was an awkward silence and Hayden contemplated whether or not he should
take the initiative. He decided against it, and gave Tyrone one of his
charming smiles instead.

"Bye Tyrone! Have a good night!" He said stepping out of the car.

"You too!" Tyrone said.

Hayden climbed up the steps looking behind him. Tyrone pulled out of the
hotel driveway. He glanced at the rear-view mirror before he joined the
traffic on the street to check if he could still see Hayden. He was still
standing there. Eventually, there was a safe gap in the traffic and Tyrone
was gone.

Hayden turned around, walked up to the revolving doors and made his way to
the elevator. He stepped into the first one that arrived and hit button
with the number 12. Hayden looked at the reflection of himself on the walls
of the elevator, he ran the evenings events in his head and was slightly
annoyed with himself that the evening did not end on a high note as it was
during dinner. The elevator signaled that it reached the 12th floor and the
doors opened. He stepped off the elevator and pulled out his wallet. He
walked down the hallway to his room and unlocked the door with his keycard.

He wondered if Tyrone felt the same way about him. Tyrone might have grown
tired of the fact that Hayden relentlessly avoided certain topics which
obviously needed to be discussed. He feared that this might turn Tyrone
off. He wanted to tell Tyrone, but he just wanted it to be at the right
place at the right time. Hayden entered his room and closed the door behind
him. He flicked his wallet and hotel keycard onto the counter. He liked
this room. It wasn't like the usual suites that he was given. He had added
his own feel to it in the two weeks that he had already lived there. It was
lonely being by himself, but he managed to add a touch of home by leaving
his clothes in disarray on the floor. It seemed almost welcoming. He also
had a Canadian flag tucked over one of the paintings in the room, and a row
of books on the dresser. Most of which were used to research his role as
the new Anakin Skywalker. He thought for a moment that the hotel
housekeeping may have been suspicious of him. He had not taken the "Do Not
Disturb" sign off his door since he arrived. He smiled to himself at the
thought of being mysterious. It was very Darth Vader.

He noticed something a red blinking light on the night stand. It was the
phone. He had a message. He sat on the side of the bed, lifted the receiver
and pressed the button that was flashing.

"You have 'THREE' new messages", stated the electronic female voice.

"Received at 8:39pm. 'Hayden, it's Mom, I hope you're doing OK. I just
wanted to call and check on you. Give me a call on my cell when you get
this message'". His mother rang every third day, she was always concerned
about him when he was travelling alone. He smiled to himself again at her
warm, familiar voice. He missed her.

"Received at 9:07pm. .................................". It was a hang up,
he wondered who it might have been.

"Received at 9:11pm. 'Hayden, it's George, there seems to be
problem. You've got to leave. Give me a call on 0414 104 709 as soon as you
get this message. I'll be up most of the night'" It was George Lucas. His
voice had an strange urgency to it. He knew something was wrong.

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