Date: Sat, 18 May 2013 04:50:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tchase Mcphee <survivalgame@rocketmail.com>
Subject: FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 08

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FiRE iSLAND BiKiNiS 08
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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Even though Eric hadn't been a stranger in the Evans household for long, he
did feel awkward, showing up at the front door of the beach home. Knocking,
not too loudly, he almost whispers, "Anyone home?"

With blazing thunder, Thor comes to the door, barking and barking and
barking...

Coming to his aid, Jay rolls right into the foyer, first calling off Thor,
then saying, "You don't have wait for someone, Eric," he bounces opens the
door, allowing Eric to enter, "just come on in!"

Searching mainly for the reason he didn't want to come right in, Eric
checks, "Are you sure you called off your dog?"

"Sure. I'm, like his master now, so Thor listens to me," Jay replies.

"Right," Eric is still leery of maybe getting a leg chewed off, "um, like
what happens if I come in and everyone is not dressed properly?"

In thinking `everyone', a dilemma arose, Jay thinking about how sweet
Jeffry has been to him, yet Jared promising a job for Eric. Though, with
Eric's disappearance and Jared not saying anything about it, Jay asks,
"Have you talked to Jare lately?"

If Jay had waited a few minutes, it would have come out, easing his mind,
Eric saying, "You mean about the... don't take this wrong, the babysitting
job?"

"Um, yeah," Jay felt, like the cold tiles on his ass, tingling sensation,
not from a sexual rendering, but rather nervous, not sure hot it would
sound coming from him, so refrained from speaking about the position. His
fear was wrapped around how Eric was going to feel about losing a job he
never really possessed. Instead, he would let Jared do his bidding.

"I'm going to have to turn it down."

Opposite reaction, instead of relieved, Jay says, "You can't!" Realizing
what his gut reaction told Eric, he amends it, "I mean, if you have
to... you have to?"

It showed, Eric relieved, "Thanks for being so understanding. Truth is, I
found out, certain jobs, I can get scholarship money just for working at
them, especially if it pertains to a field I am majoring in, that's why,"
Eric hesitates for a minute, "this isn't the last you will be seeing of
me!"

Pleased of how it turned out, Jay asks, "Um, that's good, because I've lost
enough friends over the past year."

Catching the tail of the conversation, Jared walks in on them, "Didn't I
explain why that is, bro?"

"Yeah, I know, people come and people go and I'll be making plenty of
friends this summer," Jay says the whole thing, like old news not getting
any better.

Because he wasn't there, right on the spot, after the knock on the door,
Jared asks, "So, Eric, have you mulled over what I told you about the
position at the store?"

Right off, Jay jumps on his brother's words, "Position at the store? Hiding
more stuff from me Jare?"

"Like, oh my god, Jay! I didn't mention it, because we all have been busy
talking up other topics this morning?"

Eric excuse himself past Jared, "Um, I think I'll see if there's any left
over coffee?!"

Waiting for Eric to clear the doorway, Jay rolls right up to Jared's
thighs, "Okay, so there's no one but you and me, Jare. Want to start
explaining? I mean, you yourself said the business is split half and half
in mom and dad's will? You always stressed how, I was your partner. Don't
you think I should know what's happening?"

Grabbing a stepstool, left by one of the workers, Jared sits his tush on
it. Rarely did he ever get upset, but more showed feelings of pent up
emotions, raising his voice. However, with the great love he has for his
brother, like now, Jared could never feel hate, nor anything resembling it,
"Listen, you've been through a tough time this year... and last year, and I
haven't immersed you in store business, because I want your mind to stay
clear, getting your life back in gear."

"I see," Jay stops, then starts in, "but even though there's been some hot
guys to follow around the house, there's not much really to do," Jay
replies, cool and calmly.

"I had a feeling that would happen. I know, before the accident, other than
high school, surfing with Jake was your biggest attraction, but now you
have to look towards other things to monopolize your mind?"

Allowing his arm to slip down, off the armrest of his chair, Jay's
fingertips touch fur, realizing, "I've got Thor?"

"Great, but it's not like he can play chess or Parcheesi with you?"

Darting in and out of reality, it's been a part of Jay's life, remembering
what he could do and now can't, coupled with memories of him and his
brother, "Yeah, remember who the Parcheesi-master was!"

"Still is," Jared replies. "All joking aside, you have to find things which
you can do now and not something which requires..."

"I got you."

"What about your drawings?" Snapping his finger, Jared says, "Remember you
drew the Parcheesi board to scale and I couldn't tell the difference?"

"I've been doing a little more of that," Jay replies.

"When?" Jared was wondering.

"Since I got bored last week. I've been drawing surfboard designs of boards
that I remember seeing. I don't remember too much and since we don't have
internet right now..."

"I'll make that my priority, see if we can get some `internet cafe'
connection," Jared pulls out a pad, one he used to write when walking the
stores, writing down his thoughts.

"Can you write down to tell the architect about my `surfboard' room?"

Sitting back, like it's an abominable request, Jared bucks it up, turning a
page on his little pad, "Architect," he says it as he writes it, "room for
surfboards," adding his own notes, "which can double as a room for Jay to
draw..."

"Okay, I get your message, bro, like I'm not an idiot!"

It stopped Jared's pen from writing down thoughts, closing the pad, "Okay,
so about Eric."

"Oh yeah," Jay rubs it in, "what was it you were going to tell me three
weeks from now, that you should have told me yesterday?"

"Shut up and listen! Eric can apply for scholarship money, if he has a job
pertaining to the field of study he's interested in majoring in, which is
interior design. I have been thinking about it and with two stores now,"
figuring he better consult his `partner', "I'd like your opinion on
creating a position for someone who would be responsible for designing and
executing displays?"

"Well, thanks for finally thinking about me, Jare, but I wouldn't even know
how to think about something like that. Like, what would Eric do?"

"There!" Jared says with emphasis.

"What?"

"I didn't mention anything about Eric and you thought he would be good in
the position," further playing Jay up, "and now I don't have to bother
taking out an ad in the local paper for the position. You saved the company
a lot of money with your expertise!"

"Shut up, bro. Don't patronize me. You and me both knew you were going to
appoint Eric."

"You think you're so smart," Jared sets the scene for another hit on his
brother, "I really was going to advertise for some other cute guy!"

"Whatever," Jay says. "So Eric's out and Jeffry's in, that is if you've
already talked to him, which I suspect so?"

"No, for your information, `Mr Sarcastic'. I thought I'd leave that little
detail up to you?" Jared says.

"Me?" Jay slaps himself on the chest, "Like, aren't you supposed to be
doing that stuff? I mean, you're like in charge of the money?"

Meant, the sum of the will their parents left behind, which after funeral
expenses, it still made them set for life, as long as the business kept
ongoing, Jared cutting some of the chains keeping it bound up, "I know the
will states you cannot touch any of it until you're 21, but that doesn't
mean you don't have partial access to it?"

"You just contradicted yourself, bro? Like the lawyer read it to us, gave
me a dirty look, making me look like a little kid like I would run out and
spend the accounts down to nothing?" Jay rants.

"Wise decision," Jared lets it hang.

"Okay, I got to admit, at the time I probably would have blown it all on
surfing, but what about now?"

Jared says, "If you would shush and listen?"

"I'm listening," Jay moves his head around, like his neck aches.

"Whatsamatter?" Jared asks with concern.

"I'm getting bored. Hurry up!"

"As I was saying, I thought I would set up an account for a small amount
and see how you handle it, using it to pay for some of the furnishings,
which brings me to another thing I should have mentioned, `yesterday'..."

"Jare!" Jay yells at him with exasperation, trying to slap his brother on
the knee, which causes him to get caught with both of Jared's hands,
shoulders falling forward.

"Happy?"

"Does the new chair have like a `catch-all' strap around here," Jay paints
an imaginary line under his pecs!

"I'm not sure. Can we get back to business, before the other natives get
restless?"

Only thing which interested Jay, for the moment was, "How much money are
you giving me to spend?"

"A modest amount. Ten grand match your expectations, bro?"

"That's it?" Jay replies, counting on his fingers in silence. "That's only
about 6 1/2 Zeph boards!"

"You better not spend it on only surfboards!"

Knowing he had an obsession, for Jay, he eluded thinking of something he
loved so much, becoming a thing of the past. Though, his young mind was
still driven, "What do you mean? I just can't give up on surfing. But how
would you know, Jare?!"

"You're right," Jared says facetiously, "like, how would I, the closest
person in your life, in the past or present, know so much about you?" he
stands. As with Jay's good friend Jake, Jared knew how much surfing was a
part of his brother's life, but with the fascination lingering on,
consuming Jay more and more, than the sport itself, "You have to stop
thinking about it so much, bro!"

"What do you mean stop thinking about surfing?" Panicky, Jay asserts, "What
if tomorrow or next week I get the feeling back? I have to be ready. I have
to..."

"Stop it, Jay!" Jared stands, looks down on his brother.

"What?" Jay is shocked by Jared's raised voice and the nasty `attack'.

"We have to be realistic here. `What ifs' are not going to cut it for
you..."

Jay realizes from counseling, "Paul says that to me. Have you been talking
to him? My counseling sessions are supposed to be confidential. He's not
supposed to be blabbing it to anyone else. I could sue him for it!"

Leaning over, placing his hands on the arms of the wheelchair, Jared says,
"Oh now, wouldn't that be fine and dandy. Sure, Paul has an interest in me,
so you're out to take him down?"

"That's so fuckin' wrong, Jare!"

"Is it? For the past few months, every time I've brought up the subject of
going out, being among the community, you've shot me down. I mean, you
yourself have said you've been looking forward to some independence, but
dear little bro, you're not going to come close to achieving it, cooped up
in this house?"

Filled up, Jay honestly did not know where to take this. Right now he was
in a dither, caught between love and hate. Love, for his brother, the
literal closeness they shared, mental and physical and hate, hating the
accusations.

It only took a few seconds for things to go from boiling mad, to simmering,
their locked-on stares diminishing.

Jay's intentions of staying firm collapses, along with the bridge of his
neck, breaking the fix each had on the other. Moving his arms, hands
clasped together in his lap, Jay's head bows in surrender.

Leaning over him, saying, "I'm sorry it came to this, but I'm glad we had
it out. It's important."

Jay pouts, still paying more attention to his hands in his lap, than his
bro, "I don't hate you, Jare."

Seeing it coming, head bending forward, rather than make a quick grab for
the shoulders, Jared bends on one knee and like a footballer, keeps Jay
somewhat upright, applying his shoulder under his brother's chin.

Finally realizing the pivoting of his bod, Jay looks up, their cheekbones
sideswiping each other. Once again, as has happened on a few occasions,
Jared is hugging both Jay and the chair, making confession, "While we're on
the subject of Paul, I want to mention, I broke up with him."

Jay's head pops up from the slight embracement. "What happened?"

"Usual scenario, `old boyfriend pops up from out of his past and Paul is
running off into the sunset with his knight in shining armor!'"

Sentimental effect, Jay says, "Oh man. That like, sucks! And here I am
thinking about myself!"

Caving in a little, Jared replies, "Everyone has the right to."

"Except yourself, Jare?"

"I don't get you bro?" Jared stare into Jay's eyes.

"Like, here I'm thinking about surfboards and not even thinking about your
grieving over losing a guy you were head over heels in love with?" Jay
explains.

"Well, I wouldn't put it quite like that. Not `head over heels'. Let's just
keep it simple. More like, thrown from the surfboard into the shark tank,
but swimming clear?"

"Like putting all your eggs in one basket?"

Sometimes it could go on like this, each quoting a phrase, whether it
pertained to the situation or not, which happened to be one of their
mother's ways of breaking down an argument between the two.

It ended with Jay quoting, "The calm before the storm?"

"Yeah, well," Jared runs out of ideas, resorting to, "let's just be
thankful we've reached the calm before the tsunami wiped us out?"

"Yeah, well I'm sorry I'm such a rough storm for you sometimes," Jay
replies.

"Not a problem. I kind of look at it as, well and if I meet some guy, we
decide to settle down and have children, at least I'll know how to handle a
`problem-child!'" He smiles, eyes again locked in place.

"You've given me more chances than a person's should have."

Rebounding on the psychology, Jared says, "There's another phrase you're
not supposed to use, `should have'?"

"So, sue me!"

"I'd rather do this," Jared says and even though it had been quite a few
month since an intimate moment has occurred, Jared leans forward and
attaches his lips to his brother's.

Possibly a combination of giving Jared a hard time, as Jay thought, or that
he loved his brotherly dearly, any number of reasons could be the driven
cause Jay puts his hand to the back of his brother's neck and the two press
heads together.

"Hey, what the fuck is this?" Jake calls out, yet not really phased by the
brother-to-brother kissing deemed for lover-to-lover action, communicated
by catching the two at it, which led up to Jay explaining it, without
specialized knowledge.

However, the opinion of Jeffry, it leaves him stifled, in silence, his
mouth gaping open.

On knees, in front of the wheelchair, Jared looks up at the two, saying,
"Trying to catch flies, Jeffry?"

"What do you think?"

Jay passes it along, "When you have a chance, Jake, explain it to Jeffry?"

At times a naughty boy, Jake replies, "Sure. Would make a nice bedtime
story, huh Jeffry?"

When Jeffry, still trying to grasp the situation, doesn't return a witty
remark fast enough, Jared is on it, "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to
talk with your mouth full, Jake?"

Thinking of it, this lithe muscle dude, going down on him, Jeffry replies,
"I'm sure it would have a happy ending!"

Leave it to Jay, "That's nice guys, but I'm kind of hungry here and not
exactly hungry for Jeffry's sausage?"

All of them hungry, they agreed with Jay, in the need of something a little
more solid than a cream puff, they got themselves together and headed on
out, the brothers' conversation closed for now.

Outside, Jared comments, "Shit!" to the flat tire on his truck.

Coming to their rescue, Jeffry says, "It's a beautiful day for a walk?"

Having the inside connections, Jake has a rival service station in mind. In
resolution, Jake lifts his tee shirt, whips out his phone, "I got just the
man to fix it." As the other three wait on Jake, they hear him call his
friend, `Cody', excited, then disappointment setting in, Jake finishing out
the call, "Sounds cool to me!"

"What's up?" Jared places a hand on Jake's shoulder.

"Cody, he hurt his hand, but is bringing his stepdad along to help fix the
flat," Jake replies, "no charge!" he smiles.

"Okay," Jared turns around, looks to Jay and Jeffry, then says to Jake,
"you three head on out and I'll wait for them."

"Sounds like a plan," Jeffry agrees, "and when we decide on a place to eat,
I'll come back to tell you where!"

With their plan in motion, Jeffry and Jake each take a handle of the
wheelchair, rolling down the drive, until it's discovered the wheels don't
take kindly to cobblestones. Jeffry gives Jay a bearhug, lifting him beyond
the apron, Jake providing the momentum to drive the chair the fifty feet.

"Wait!" Jay exclaims, which heralds the attention of not only those close,
but his brother, up the driveway.

"What's the problem?" Jared yells.

"We forgot about Thor!" Jay calls back, cupping hands at his mouth.

"Go on," Jared motions with his hand. "I'll take care of Thor!"

On their merry way, Jared, staring down at the flat, thinks back on his
words about Jay caring for the new dog in the family!

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