Date: Wed, 15 Dec 2004 23:26:21 EST
From: PedDia1@aol.com
Subject: P.A.C. Performing Arts Camp part 2

This story contains gay related themes, and male on male action. So if
you are disturbed or cannot read this type of story I suggest you not to
read it. It is a good story but only for those who enjoy reading about
guys in relationships with other guys. REMEMBER THIS IS A FICTIONAL
STORY, IT ISN'T TRUE. THIS STORY ALSO CONTAINS A RAPE AND A SUICIDE, IF
YOUR NOT COMFORTABLE READING ABOUT ANY OF THE ABOVE SUBJECTS. THEN I
ADVISE YOU NOT TO READ IT!


P.A.C.- Performing Arts Camp- Part 2

 "Oh my god!" I shouted out loud. It really didn't matter I was home
alone. I was so excited, I would be going back to P.A.C., after what
seemed like a very long year. It was a week before I had to pack up and
move to California, for another long summer. Let me give you a recap of
everything. My first summer at P.A.C. was amazing, I met many friends,
and became close with a few. Out of those friends I met what seemed to be
the epitome of prince charming, Gian. We had a very good connection and
expressed our emotions very clearly(If you know what I mean,lol). I
learned alot last summer, and although Gian and I went through rough
situations, our love managed to pull through. What had me wondering, was
that we both decided to have an open relationship. Which was fair, he
lived in Maine and I lived in New Jersey, it wouldn't of worked even if
we tried. I was interested in seeing Gian again, it had been such a long
time since we last saw each other.
 "Im ready, babe! Let's go!" a voice yelled from which seemed to be
coming from the first floor.
 "Ok, hold on!" I shouted back.
 About that open relationship, I took those words seriously, and was
going out with a wonderful guy, named Leo. I met Leo at school, he was a
new student my junior year at school and we became inseperable. He was
beautiful, a tall puerto rican hottie, with jet black hair and shimmering
green eyes. And let me not begin talking about his package(lmao). Well
anyway, today would be the last day we saw each other, tommorrow he would
be going to Florida with his family.It was just for the summer, he was a
very rich young boy, his family owned many businesses, and they would be
spending the summer, at their humongous beach house. I had the choice to
go with him, but I had to go to the Performing Arts Camp, my curiosity
was killing me. I wanted to see Jorge, Vic, Jake, and of course Gian.
 Leo and I spent the rest of the day at the park, making out, like hungry
wolves. I loved him, alot. But I never forgot the rule Gian and I set up,
we would have an open relationship, but as soon as we stepped into camp,
we would leave everything behind. I would be ready to do just that, once
I saw him. After Leo and I spent, the whole afternoon at the park, he
took me to some fancy restaurant. We ate dinner, and were having an
interesting coversation.
 "To bad I can't fuck you tonight, babe!" Leo whispered that in my ear.
We both laughed.
 "I know," I said in my sluttiest voice possible.
 We talked for some more, and then realized it was 9:00 pm, he had to get
home, he had a flight the next morning at 5:30 am. He opened the
passenger's door, to his 2005 mercedes benz, and gestured me, to get in.
Yes, I know he had a banging car. I was holding his hand all the way to
my house. I was feeling mixed emotions, I wanted to go to camp to see
everybody, but I didn't want to be far away from Leo. As he dropped me
off, I literally jumped on top of him, and we started making out. I guess
we forgot where we were, but we started unzipping our pants. I snapped
out of it.
 "Oh No, Leo!" I had to stop him.
 He laughed, "I'm sorry, babe," he calmed down and held me against his
chest.
 "I love you," he said.
 "I love you too, babe," I quickly responded.
 I knew I was gonna start tearing, and I didn't want to get all
sensitive. So we said our good byes, and he assured me that he would call
me up, once in a while, during the time I spent at camp. I kissed him,
for the last time. I then entered my house and surprizingly, my parents
weren't home. Thank God, I didn't want them, to see me making out with my
man. I went up to my window and saw how Leo drove off. I knew I was gonna
miss him, but I also knew what was waiting for me at P.A.C. The remainder
of the week, I spent buying new outfits, to show off in front of the
guys, this summer. I was 16 now, and kind of matured. I was definitely an
expert, when it came to sex, after camp, I went out with  three guys,
during the course of my junior year in high school, and I did all three
of them, and of course they did me. One of those guys, was Leo, and I was
still with him. I was picturing Gian, and wondering if he had changed.

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 "Wake up, Kyan!" My mom was yelling in my ear.
 "Ma, I'm sleepy," I managed to whisper that to her.
 "Ok, I guess it's fine, If you want to miss your plain ride, to Cali!"
She yelled again.
 As soon as I heard those words, I got up as quick as I could, the day
had arrived. I was going to P.A.C. for the second time. I brushed my
teeth, took a shower and finally got dressed. I was so enthusiastic about
going to camp, it was kind of funny. I was at Newark International
Airport, faster than I could say "I'm going to camp!"(lol) My daddy drove
me there, and we went into the airport. I was already getting checked,
and in a couple of minutes I would be leaving New Jersey, for the second
time. I gave my dad a hug, and he told me to be careful and have fun. I
knew was gonna have fun. I was already boarding the plane. I was sitting
in first class, with a group of other guys, who weren't flying with their
parents. I managed to take a quick peak at them, but they weren't all
that. I fell asleep, during the flight. I woke up, to the sound of the
pilot, through the intercom:
 "I hope you guys enjoyed the trip, we have arrived to our destination,
Los Angeles, California!"
 I was ecstatic when the seat belt sign turned off. I took my bags and
began to evacuate the plane. I was picturing the big black bus, with the
navy letters, waiting for me outside the airport. After I had my bags
check, it was time or me to come out, and greet Cali, for the second
time. This time I was the only person, who seemed to be waiting for the
P.A.C. bus. I spoke to soon.
 "OH MY GOD, KYAN!!!!"
 I turned around and saw a handsome guy, who looked just like Victor. Oh
my god, it was him!
 "Victor!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled, filled with excitement.
 We hugged each other for a long time, I hadn't seen him in a year, now.
I really missed his comapany, he was so funny. I asked him, where were
Jorge and Gian. He was quiet, for a minute. And his face turned sad and
gloomy. I asked him what was wrong and he said was:
 "They moved."
 I was puzzled, then he began explaining, that 4 months after camp, Jorge
and Gian moved, up here to L.A. I asked him why and he replied by saying
that both their dads were very good friends and they were promoted to
supervisors, for a business company up here. And how both families had to
move to Cali.
 "But weren't Gian's parents seperated?" I asked
 "Yea, when Gian arrived home the first people he saw, were both his
parents, they had gotten back together," I was surprized.
 He was explaining how alot of things had changed, he told me that after
Gian's dad move back to Maine, he began working for a company down there.
Then his boss liked him so much that he promoted Gian's dad to
Supervisor. After Gian's family reunited they moved back up here, and a
couple of weeks after, Jorge's family followed, as Jorge's dad also got a
promotion.
 "I was heart broken, but I kept in contact with Jorge," Vic said.
 I was just dumb founded. But he said that they were going to camp, this
year, which made me feel better. After Vic and I had that long chat, the
P.A.C. bus was coming near us, then it stopped. We were so excited! We
got in the bus and recognized a couple of faces from last summer. Gian
and Jorge weren't in the bus. We figured they got driven by their
parents, since they already lived here. After 45 minutes of sitting on a
stiff bus chair, I was ready to jump out a window. we FINALLY arrived at
P.A.C.  We were back at the best camp ever. Everything looked exactly the
same as last summer, except for a couple of new trees and new cabins.
Once again the whole group of second year campers had to line up
according to major. The councelors began yelling the all the majors.
 "Dance here!"
 "Instrumental here!"
 "Vocal here!"
 "Art here!"
 "Drama here!"
 We all lined up and Gian and Jorge were nowhere to be found. Then we
went into the auditorium for the rules, regulations and benefits for each
major. We spent a long hour talking about the camp, but it was easier for
the councelors to talk, since they knew we were there last year and kind
of got had a picture on how the camp worked and operated. When the talk
was over, Vic and I headed out.
 "Baby!" Vic shouted.
 It was Jorge I was so happy to see him, and I could tell Vic was very
excited. After they made out, I went up to Jorge and asked him where Gian
was. He gave me a dissappointed look, and said that Gian had become a
different person. I thought he was kidding. That's when I first saw Gian,
for the first time since last summer. I went up to him and noticed his
eyes were red as hell. He definitely wasn't crying. Was he high? He
looked up at me and gave me a fake smile. What was wrong with him? He
gave me a big hug, which for the first time felt uncomfoarble, his
clothes had a horrible smell and his mouth smelled like beer. After the
hug, walked a way. I saw a tear come down my cheek. I quickly wiped it
off, and turned to face Vic and Jorge.
 "What the hell is wrong with him?" I was astonished.
 "I told you Kyan, Gian has changed, and for the worst," He was very sad.
 Victor had his mouth wide open, he was amazed at Gian's major change.
This summer Jorge, Vic and I, had the same cabin, Gian wasn't our cab
mate this summer, he was switched. We all walked back to our cabin, an
awkward silence was surrounding us. We reached the cabin, and went in, it
was clean and it was the same way it had been last summer, except for a
coat of white paint on the walls. Jorge grabbed me and sat me down. He
started telling me, everything that happened during the year we hadn't
seen each other. He said:
 "After camp, Vic, Gian and I, returned to Maine. In the beginning Gian
was happy but then he met this guy in school, he was good looking. But I
knew he was trouble, because previous years back, he had been charged for
drug possession and use. I didn't agree with Gian seeing this guy,
although he always mentioned you, he still was falling deeply for this
guy. When they began going out, I started seeing less of Gian. A couple
of weeks after, Gian had dramatically changed he was a druggie, he did
every type of drug possible. That asshole, he was dating was the cause
for Gian's change. His parents soon found out he was gay, and Gian wasn't
allowed to see this guy no more. He was devastated, this guy who goes by
the name of BlackJack, was everything in Gian's eyes, BlackJack used and
abused Gian. Meaning he use to be him up and do many bad things to him.
After a couple of months, Gian kept seeing and getting high with
BlackJack. After his parents found out for the second time, they took the
oppurtunity, of Gian's dad's promotion, to move to California. My dad
also got a promotion and we also moved up here. Gian made quick
connections, with all the drug dealers here in L.A. When his parents
stopped giving him money, because they knew what he was using it for,
Gian started making money, by prostituting near gay bars. He dropped out
of school a couple of months ago. So his parents brought him here again,
hoping he would change. I love Gian to death, but he is lost in the world
of drugs and alcohol. The sad thing is, tat we can't do nothing about
it."
 After I heard, the whole story, I just began to cry. I wondered if we
would of done things differently, how it would affect his life in a
better more positive way. The truth was that instead of feeling Love for
Gian, I was feeling sympathy. I knew that I wasn't gonna love him no
more. The way he was slowly rotting away, just made me not like him no
more. I was glad he wasn't living in our cabin, for the first time, I
thought negative things about Gian. We all started to cry. I guess this
summer, wasn't gonna be like the last. Now it was three of us living in
the cabin and Gian and I weren't together no more. After a long shower, I
fell asleep on what used to be Gian's bunk.

**********************************************

 Three weeks, had passed. I could cout the times I saw Gian normal(Not
Being high) with my right hand. I was forgetting about him, and was
thinking of how this summer would of been different, if we had been
together. This summer I was gonna focus on Drama, my fairy tale with
Gian, had ended. I had to snap back to reality and leave last summer at
P.A.C. behind. That day Gian approached me, was the last day I spoke to
him. I didn't want a relationship at camp, no more. But I wouldn't mind
one night stands. This summer the drama majors would have to do two
productions, and we had started auditions. The first play we were gonna
do was "A Mid Summer Night's Dream," a play by William Shakespeare. I was
excited, I auditioned and got the part of, Lysander, a lover in the
story. I had noticed some of the second year campers, and they looked
hotter, this summer. There was this one kid Steven, who I knew wanted to
fuck me, since last year. I had spoke to him a couple of times, but I was
always very brief. As well as actors, we had been assigned the job, of
lighting manager and assistant. Steven was the manager and I was the
assistant. I was willing to assist him, when ever, he felt like getting
assisted(lol). The next day, everybody started memorising their lines.
Victor was Demetrius, so he was working extra hard, in learning his
lines. Jorge and him were so close, that he took a break from his
instrumental class and came over and was helping Vic, memorise his lines.
They both changed for the better, for the fact that they were even
sexier, than last year and were still together. I loved them, they were
my best friends.
 "Kyan, I think we should go start drawing the florr plan, for the
lights," Steven was speaking to me.
 "Ok, fine your the manager!" I was being playful.
 After long hours of coming up with a plan, Steven decided that we should
take a break. By this time everybody had left, and Steven and I were the
only souls in the Performance Hall. You could tell, we were both horny as
hell, especially me, I hadn't fucked in over a month and a half. Steven
kept looking at me and licking his lips. He came up to me, and began
feeling on my body. I started unzipping his pants. Our lips met, for the
first time. We made out for a long time. I managed to pull his cock,
through his boxer hole. It was humongous! His meat must of been 9 inches
long. Five minutes later, we were both butt-naked, and I was rapidly
jerking Steven off. I could tell by his facial expressions, he hadn't
done this in a while. I stopped, I didn't want him to cum now, I wanted
his cum in my ass hole. We were both precumming, and I got up from the
floor and picked him up. We started rubbing our cocks together, I was
tryin to get as much precum from my penis, to cover his, in a slimy
coating of it all over his shaft. We didn't have lube, so we had to
comprimise. I then turned around and got into a doggy style position, I
first felt his finger, which also had a thin layer of precum, rubbing
against my crack. Then it went in, it hurt for a bit. He started wiggling
his middle finger in me. I told him, I was ready for his manhood, to
reach the bottomless hole in my ass. He obeyed, like a good puppy and
started pushing his thing, in me. He stuck it all in, in one single
motion, it hurt like fuck. But at the same time it felt so good. His
pubes were touching my ass cheeks, I wanted more and more of him, in me,
so I began pushing my body towards his. I wanted to make sure my ass
swallowed the last bit of Steven's hard cock. We were at it, for 35
minutes, we were exhausted. With out warning me, he cummed 7 shots, right
up, my prostate. The sensation felt so good.
 "I guess we're done," I said.
 "Yea I think we are," Steven replied.
 We both agreed it was a one night stand, and that we would still be
friends. Which was kool, I needed cock, he needed ass, perfect match. We
were leaving, because it was late. I gave Steven a kiss on the cheek,and
left. When I got back to my cabin, I saw Victor giving Jorge head, it was
so funny. I walked in right at the point of Jorge's climax. They didn't
even notice I was there.
 "Imma cum, Vic!" Jorge moaned that out his mouth.
 "Im ready," was all Victor had to say.
 Im not sure how many times Jorge shot love juice, because after cum was
dripping down the side of Jorge's shaft, Vic managed to keep on sucking
on the meat, like a lollypop. Victor cleaned Jorge's cock clean, then
they got up and began making out.
 "Yeah, go right ahead, pretend I'm not even here!" I yelled, I was being
so sarcastic.
 When they finally noticed me, they jus said hi and went to the bathroom,
for a shower. Which I knew they needed, who knows how long they had been
at it(lmao).

**********************************************

 Two weeks after the one night stand, I ran late for my dress rehearsal,
for the play. The teacher excused me and told me to put on my costume and
hurry up. Vic was early though and told me that he was trying to wake me
up, but he thought I was knocked out, and didn't want to bother me. Of
course I accepted his apology and we continued rehearsing. This play was
gonna be better than the ones the drama majors and I, performed last
summer. Everybody was on point and did well, this would be our last
rehearsal, do to the fact that, tomorrow we would have to put up the
production for everyone at P.A.C. After 8 long hours off rehearsing and
making sure everything was fine, with the play, Mrs. B, the drama
teacher, told us to get some sleep. With those words said, everybody
jumped up and left the Performance Hall, we were all very tired and
hungry. Jorge, Vic and I Had heard that the dance majors were having a
camp fire party, with FOOD. We were all starving, so we went down by the
lake, which brought back memories about the romantic first date I had
with Gian. We were all eating and having fun. Jorge and Vic were tired
and were about to head back to the cabin. I was also tired and was going
after Vic and Jorge. All of a sudden, I felt somebody grip my arm
tightly, I turned back and it was Gian. He must of been drunk and on some
shit, that night. Gian started saying how much he wanted to "Duke me," I
told him to back the fuck off. He said that if I didn't give it up to
him, I would suffer the consequences. Gian was threatining me, I became
kind of scared, but didn't show my nervousness, to him.
 "Get off of me!!! You won't do shit!" I yelled.
 "You'll regret it, you stupid Bitch!" I heard him scream that at me,
while I was running after Jorge and Victor.
 When I heard those harsh words, I became sad and a couple of tears came
down my face. I wiped them off my face and met up with Vic and Jorge.
They kind of figured I wasn't happy. So Vic asked me, what was wrong. I
told him that I was just real tired and need some sleep. That night I
couldn't go to sleep, all the things that Gian had said to me, a couple
of hours before, were still in my head. Could he possibly be serious
about me regreting, not getting fucked by him. I ended up going to sleep
at 3:00 in the morning.
 Next morning, Vic, Jorge and I woke up at 7:30 am, and took our showers.
We were out the house by 8:30 am. Jorge was part of the stage crew, so he
had to wake up early and help out the drama deparment, with the
production. When we arrived at the drama building, Mrs. B was going
crazy. People weren't where they were suppose to be, it was hectic. An
hour later, everything had come down, and everybody was doing something,
cleaning, lights, practicing their lines, set design, costume design,
finding props, arranging the music in the play. I could of gone on, but
while I was doing a bit of everything, my mind kept drifting off, to what
had happened the night before. My encounter with a drunk and high Gian.
Eventually I kind of got over it.
 We wroked the whole day, next thing I knew, we had 30 minutes to prepare
for the show. All the actors and actresses were getting dressed into
their costumes. While 10 minutes remained so it would be 7:oo pm, I
thought of Gian and how caring and thoughtful, he was last year. I never
knew what a year of not seeing someone, could change the way you viewed
them for ever. But I had experienced it, first hand with Gian. Ok, it was
time, the curtains went up, and I took my spot on stage. The first person
I saw staring at me with an evil look, was Gian. I almost forgot my
lines, that's how intimidated I felt by the way Gian stared at me. But I
kept going, I stop looking at his direction, and tried to act as good as
possible. To my surprize, the play came out better than what I had
thought of it. We were all cheering when the play ended. Mrs. B, seemed
to be happy and proud about her second year drama majors. This was our
second summer at P.A.C. and she knew we had become experienced in some
way or another. Victor and Jorge were going to a party, with the
instrumental majors. I didn't feel comfortable going, because I didn't
assosiate with the instrumental majors, except for Jorge. Besides I was
so tired, I had to catch on some sleep, cause I really hadn't gotten much
sleep last night.
 "Bye you guys, have fun!" Were the last words I said to the guys.
 "We will!" They both replied in unison.
 I got back to the cabin, and went to go take a shower. It felt so good
showering, after a hard day of acting! When I came out the shower I was
drying myself, with my back to the cabin door. Then I felt a big BANG on
my head. I fell to the floor indefensibly. When I woke up, after what
felt like a bad dream, I was tied up lying on my stomach. Everything was
blurry, and I then learned that my hands and feet were tied to every
corner of Gian's old bunk.
 "I asked you nicely, You stupid hoe! But know people under estimate me!"
It was Gian, he had me tied up, like if I was being kidnapped.
 I started screaming, and then Gian smacked me on my face, then he tied a
baseball sock around my mouth so I couldn't speak or yell for help. I
didn't know why he was doing this to me. I started crying because I knew
he was trying to rape me.
 "Your gonna be mine!!!!!!!!!!!" Were the last words he said, before
sticking his cock up my ass.
 I started crying, for the first time, I didn't feel pleasure, by this
sexual act. It hurt so much, he wasn't the gentle careful Gian I used to
know, he had turned into a monster, who didn't care about anyone, not
even himself. I knew he was drunk and high like always. He kept on
penetrating me, hurting me every single time his penis went in me. While
Gian was rapping me, he was also puching my stomach and my sides. It was
so painfull. The piece of mattress my face was occupying quickly became
wet, with my tears. I was under going excruciating pain, and Gian wasn't
realizing that. I was getting hurt physically, emotionally and mentally.
The more I cried, the harder he stuck it in me. I felt my eyes about to
pop out my face, I thought I was going to die! I manged to get the sock
off my mouth, with my tongue.
 "Gian please, don't do this to me!" I was screaming this to him. "My god
have mercy, I never hurt you before, why are you hurting me?"
 "Shut the fuck up!" he shouted.
 "What happened to the Gian I knew last summer?" I was screaming and
crying these words out my mouth.
 "He died, when he met, BlackJack." He didn't care about hurting me, he
just wanted to get pleasure.
 He kept hitting me and when I thought I couldn't take it no more, he
cummed over 8 or 9 times, in my abused butt. I just kept crying and
crying, asking myself what did I do to deserve this. After he was done,
he simply got up said sorry and left my cabin. I was so scared, I still
thought this was all a nightmare. But it wasn't, it was pure reality. 5
minutes after my rapist had left the cabin, I managed to un tie my hands
and feet free. I was still crying, I walked to the bathroom and looked at
myself, in the mirror. I felt so disgusting and used. I turned on the
shower head, and cleansed my body as much as could, but I still felt
dirty. After I took my second shower that night, I fell asleep on my
bunk.

*************************************

 "OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KYAN, HURRY UP! WAKE UP!" I heard Victor
screaming like a lunatic.
 It was 3:30 in the morning.
 "What's wrong?" I was whispered, half asleep.
 "OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! KYAN, GIAN KILLED HIMSELF!" Victor shouted again,
in horror.
 I ran outside, there was a group of people surrounding GIAN'S lifeless
body. The first person I saw, was my friend Lizmarie, the girl that
played Juliet in the play last summer. She was crying her heart out, she
knew what went on between Gian and I, last summer. Lizz explained that
she was the first person to see Gian's lifeless body, while she was
coming from the instrumenal majors' party. I was crying my eyes out, even
though Gian had raped me, I still had some sort of connection to him. He
was my life last year. Of course I was gonna cry, when I saw the horrible
scene of his death.
 "Kyan, Im so sorry." Lizz whiepred in my ear and gave me a hug.
 I just kept crying hysterically, the person who had been the love of my
life, last year, had committed suicide, right outside my cabin. From the
looks of it, Gian had managed to slash both of his wrist and bled to
death. Probably like two hours before rapping me. I really hope God
forgives him for all his sins. I couldn't believe this, Gian dead, it
couldn't go into my head. Lizz ran to get the camp councelors. Jorge and
Victor were also crying hysterically, they knew Gian longer than I did
and it really hurt them to see what Gian had just done to himself. Vic
and Jorge ran up to me, and gave me a big hug. For a minute we were all
lost in sobs and tears. I was trying not to look at Gian's dead body, but
when I did catch glance, I saw a shrap piece of glass, around his right
hand. The must of been the weapon, that took his life. I began crying
even more. An hour later, they took Gian's corpse to the morgue, and the
janitor,were literally wiping Gian's blood off the concrete floor, in
front of the cabin, we shared and made love to each other in, last
summer. I just stood by the door, and watch how every bit of bnlood was
cleaned with soap, water and sterilizers. I had stopped crying, but was
lost in a daze reminiscing about the good times Gian and I had, sharing
our love with each other.

*********************************************

 Three weeks had passed, since Gian's death. In my mind, Gian was just an
old memory. After the tragedy, Jorge, Vic and I were tramatized, so we
didn't participate in much of the activities that ocurred during the last
few weeks of P.A.C. I never old nobody what Gian had did, a couple of
hours before killing himself. I didn't feel the need, to ruin his image,
more than what it already was. We were asked to go to Gian's funeral, it
was too much for me to bear, so I didn't go. If I wanted to move on with
my life, I had to bury all the negativity around me in a 6 foot hole, and
believe me Gian was getting buried in it. Victor and Jorge felt the
responsibility, to pay Gian and his family respects, so they went to the
ceremony. What I've come to realize, is that life is just a big ball of
irony, I came into P.A.C. thinking I was gonna have the time of my life,
be with old friends and be with the person I cared most about at the
time, which was Gian. But even before Gian's death, he had died in my
heart the day I first came to camp, for the second time. When I found out
he had dramatically changed from the best person in the world, to the
worst. Like I said, if im going to move on, start off from a clean slate,
I wasn't going to come back to P.A.C. I had to many memories with that
place, some good, some bad and some that made me view life from a whole
different perspective. So that last day of camp I said my good byes, to
those two important people in my life, Victor and Jorge. They will always
remain in my heart. But as soon as my cab came, I put my own luggage in
the trunk, went inside, and instead of being "desperate for new
adventures next summer at P.A.C.," I was desperate to return back home,
where I knew I was loved and where Leo, my real true love was waiting for
me. As the cab driver drove off, I cried a tear for Gian, one for myself,
one for the love we shared last summer and one for ripping this horrible
chapter out of the new life, I would begin molding.


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 Hey you guys I hope you guys enjoyed the story. If you have any
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be great to get feed back. I would really like to know how were your
feelings about the way this story ended. REMEMBER THIS IS A FICTIONAL
STORY, IT ISN'T TRUE. I will definitely continue writing about KYAN, bbut
he will not go back to the Performing Arts Camp. He will start a new life
with Leo(Boyfriend). Thats the only hint im gonna give you.