Date: Fri, 06 Sep 2002 17:56:01 +1000
From: Mark Peters <mp_ponyboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Song For Guy - Part 14

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A Song For Guy

by

Mark Peters





But first, let's remember where we left off in Part 13...


When Guy finally pulled the car to a stop it was in front
of a door with a brass number eleven attached to it, and
parked about three spaces away from us was Samantha's car.

"You didn't have to do this," I said to him as he cut the
ignition.

"I know. But I wanted to," he answered.

"Can you afford it? And what did they say when you
booked in?"

"Yes, I can. And they said absolutely nothing. They did
look me up and down, but when I pulled out my wallet and
some cash to pay in advance, they just pushed the register
across and asked me to sign it."

"Well, I'm glad that you did."

"I reckoned you might be."

We got out of the car and walked the few paces to the door,
with Guy pulling a key from his pocket, inserting it into
the lock and opening it, then stepping back and letting me
enter. He closed the door behind him, but didn't switch on
the lights, as there was enough light, from the lights
outside, flooding into the room through the window.

I heard him slide the chain into place, then watched with
great anticipation of what I knew was about to come, as his
shadow moved towards me.

He moved closer and closer, then I saw him raise his hand
and brush my cheek gently. I trembled at his touch.

"You know that I'm leaving tomorrow," he whispered.

"Yeah."

"I won't see you again for two weeks, until after Christmas.
I just wanted tonight to be special."

"It already is," I answered, as I placed my hand on the
back of his neck and pulled his face towards mine. I felt
his hot breath on my cheek, then felt his hot lips on mine.

Eagerly we kissed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths,
our hands exploring each other's bodies. In a slow, awkward
waltz we shuffled towards the bed, kicking off shoes and
undoing belts and buttons as we went.

Not another word was said between us. It wasn't needed.

To be continued......




~ Part Fourteen ~

We were awaken early the next morning by the sounds of
birds in the trees outside of the room, the sounds of
cattle in the paddocks along the river behind the Motel,
and by the sounds of early morning traffic on the highway.

It may not have been the perfect start to the day, but hey,
"two out of three ain't bad", as the song goes!

While Guy still lay in the bed we had shared, I got up
wandered over to the window, which overlooked the paddocks
and the river behind the Motel. As I pulled back the heavy
curtain, being careful to leave the light gauze curtain
still in place to prevent anyone from peering in and seeing
me standing there totally naked, sunlight flooded in, bathing
the dark room in early morning light.

"Wait, just stand there for a second will you?" Guy asked as
I turned around to return to the bed.

"What the hell for?" I asked.

"You just looked so gorgeous standing there at the window.
I just wanted to look at you for a second. It was like you
had this aura surrounding you."

"Man, what were you drinking last night?" I joked.

"The same shit you were, as I recall," he answered, with
a grin.

I crossed the room and lay back down beside him again,
propping myself up on one elbow and looking down at him,
smiling, then reached across and ran my fingers through
his dark hair.

"What's with you?" he asked.

"Nothing at all," I said, shaking my head. "I just wanted
to say thank you. I can't believe we actually did this."

"You're welcome."

I leant across and kissed him.

"No regrets?" he asked, while reaching up and cupping my
face in one hand.

"Not a one," I answered, then he pulled my face to his and
kissed me.

Eventually we fell asleep once more, totally spent after
our early morning wake up call, only to be awakened some
time later by a knock at the door.

It was Guy who dragged himself out of bed, pulled on his
boxers (some dark blue satin ones with the cartoon Martian
and space ships on them) and answered it, barely opening
the door wide enough to see who was there.

"You pair gonna let us in, or what?" I heard a familiar
voice ask.

"Jesus, it's you!" Guy exclaimed, then shut the door again
and said to me in a whisper, "You better pull some clothes
on mate."

I jumped out of bed and reached for my own boxers, pulling
them on just in time to see the door open to reveal Ben and
Samantha standing there, showered, fully dressed, and
looking perfect.

They strolled into the room and Ben looked around, seeing
the unmade bed from which we had just risen, the clothes
scattered haphazardly around the floor, and the pair of us
standing there in nothing but our boxer shorts.

He looked from one of us to the other, and his face lit up
in a wicked grin.

"Well, it certainly looks like a hot old time was had in
here last night?"

"Ben! Leave them alone," Samantha said to him, slapping
him on the shoulder.

"Why?"

"They don't go tormenting us like this do they? We had our
night together and didn't get hassled by anyone. So they
deserve theirs."

"But..." he started to say in protest, but was quickly
howled down.

"No but's about it. Leave them be!"

The four of us just looked from one to the other, momentarily
stunned not only by Samantha's sudden show of strength,
but also by Ben's passive resistance.

"Thanks," I said to Samantha and going to her and giving
her a hug. "I've been trying to get him to shut up for years."

She just smiled at me and said, "Don't mention it. I just
think that it's sweet that you guys have each other, and
you deserve every chance to be able to have a normal sort
of relationship without getting hassled by clowns like
this guy."

"Oi! Who's a clown?" Ben asked.

"I think that would be you," Guy said, answering for us
all and roughing up Ben's perfectly combed, though still
damp hair. "But I reckon that you're probably the most
lovable clown we know."

"Yeah, he is, isn't he?" Samantha said, taking hold of Ben's
arm and giving him a cuddle.

"So? Who's for breakfast?" I asked them, suddenly feeling
hungry.

"Count me in," Ben said. "I'm starved. Must have been
from all..."

SLAP!!!

"Ouch! What was that for?"

Guy and I both laughed, as we stood there watching Samantha
scowl at him.

"Do you really need to ask?" she said, blushing.

"Oh. Sorry," Ben replied meekly.

"I don't believe it," I said to them both. "Someone has
finally put you in your place and got you under some
sort of control."

"What can I say?" he replied, putting his arms around
Samantha's slender waist. "She's a good woman this one."

"An extraordinary one, I would say," Guy said.

"You have no idea!" Ben replied.

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They left as alone shortly after that, which gave us time
to have a quick shower, and then we dressed and drove back
to town to the local McDonalds, where we joined Ben and
Samantha for breakfast.

"What took you girls so long?" Ben cheekily asked.

I soon felt that familiar burning sensation in my cheeks and
knew instantly that I was giving away the answer.

"I knew it!"

"Ben! What did I tell you?" Samantha quickly said,
scolding him.

"Sorry babe. I know I promised... but hey, you know me!"

"Yeah, we do!" the three of us chorused.

We ordered at the counter, being served by one of the guys
that we went to school with, Jonathon Wright, who told us
how great the show was, and then we carried our trays of food
and went and sat in a distant booth, as far from any other
customers as we could be, with a promise from Jonathon that
he would bring the rest of our order over as soon as it
was ready.

I sat down and then slid across the seat, letting Guy sit
beside me, with our legs touching, which sent shivers of
excitement through me. After last night I liked the feel of
him being so close to me and wanted to feel like this for a
long, long time to come.

"So, Guy," Samantha said. "Ben tells me you're going away
for Christmas too."

"Yeah, I am," he answered, rather dejectedly, and glancing
across at me as he did so. "I'm spending it with my dad in
Sydney... but I don't really want to go. Well, not now anyway."

He smiled at me and slid his hand across onto my leg, which
I took and held in mine.

"It won't be for long," I whispered.

"No, it won't be," he answered, gently squeezing my hand as
he did so.

"When are you leaving?" Samantha asked.

"Ummm... this afternoon actually. Mum is taking me, we're going
to stay at her sister's place over on the coast for a day or
two, then we're going down to Sydney. I get dropped off with
dad, while she goes and spends it with her new boyfriend!"
he said, rather bitterly.

I already knew that he was leaving this weekend, but now that
we were there, it just seemed to have sneaked up on us so
quickly that it caught me unawares.

"Today? Man, that came around quick!" Ben exclaimed.

Guy just nodded, while I looked glumly at him.

"How about you?" Guy asked Samantha. "When are you heading
off?"

"Today," she replied, looking guiltily at Ben as she did so.

"Looks like it's just going to be you and me again campadre,"
Ben said to me.

"Yeah, it looks like it," I answered morosely.

"Well, you don't have to sound quite so enthusiastic about it!"

Just then we heard a cough from behind us and turned to see
Jonathon standing there with the tray of food.

Instinctively I let go of Guy's hand, but I wasn't sure if it
was too late or not. Jonathon placed the try on the table for
us, then left without saying a word. I turned in my seat and
watched him as he walked away, and I was sure that I saw him
glance back at us, grinning to himself.

All of a sudden I didn't feel quite so hungry any more.

My stomach felt as if it were now tied up in knots and was
weighed down by something heavy, and glancing across at Guy,
it looked as if he was feeling much the same, as I noticed
that all the colour had drained from his cheeks.

"What's wrong with you pair?" Ben demanded. "You both look
like you've seen a ghost or something!"

"I think he saw us!" I hissed at him.

"Of course he saw you. He put a fucking tray on the table,
right in front of you."

"No. I mean he saw us. Like this..." I replied, grabbing Guy's
hand and holding it.

Ben simply shrugged and said, "So?"

"Oh, honestly Ben. You can be a prat sometimes!" Samantha
said. "Just don't worry about it Tim. You've got six weeks
of school holidays in front of you, and even if he did see
anything, by the time you get back to school he will have
forgotten all about it. Besides, it's got nothing to do
with him anyway."

"I wish I had your confidence," I answered.

"Don't worry about it mate," Ben offered. "If he says
anything he'll have me to answer to."

"Oh, so now you're going to play the hero?" Guy joked.

"Well, someone is going to have to keep an eye out for
you guys."

We just grinned at him, but I still had this uneasy feeling
in the pit of my stomach. Six weeks may be a long time, but
it was nothing compared to some people's memories. And that
was what had me worried.

"So, where is it that you are going next year?" Guy asked
Samantha, deftly changing the subject.

"Southern Star University. It's a new university, up on the
north coast at Macquarie Harbour. Have you heard of it?"

We both nodded.

"Apparently they have a great drama program, so I thought
I'd try it out. I would really love to get into N.I.D.A.
to study some day... but they are pretty selective."

"N.I.D.A.?" Guy asked.

"National Institute of Dramatic Arts. It's where Mel Gibson
and just about every other famous Australian actor studied."

"Oh."

"You realise of course that you are going to leave us with
a broken shell of a boyfriend when you go?" I said to
Samantha. "I can almost see him pining away already."

"Very funny, wise ass," Ben replied.

"Well, it's true. The minute Sam leaves town you'll be
totally bloody miserable... and who is it that will have to try
and cheer you up? Us! And that won't be easy, knowing you!"

"He'll be O.K. boys," Samantha said. "He'll probably go find
some other floozy to break his heart."

"You think so? I'm not so sure," I answered. "I know this guy
better than just about anyone else, remember?"

"Hey guys, I am sitting here you know! Or hadn't you noticed?"
Ben pleaded. "Besides, I don't want just ANY other floozy.
I just want this one!" he said, putting his arm around
Samantha's shoulder.

"Well Ben, unless you are going to run away from home or
something, you won't be able to have this floozy."

"But baby..."

"Well, it looks like all of you boys will just have to keep
an eye out for each other then, doesn't it?" Samantha replied.

"Yeah, I suppose it does then," I answered.

"So, what about you guys? What are you going to do after you
finish next year?"

"Geez Samantha, that's twelve months away yet," Guy replied.

"Well, you can never be too prepared you know!"

"Not us," Guy answered, shaking his head.

"Well, I know where I'll be going in twelve months time,"
Ben responded. "I'll be heading north. Macquarie Harbour...
I rather like the sound of that name!"

"You know Ben, a lot of water will flow under the bridge
between now and then," Samantha said, then leant across and
kissed him, then added, "but thank you."

"You're welcome babe," he replied and kissed her back.

"Oh please!" I said to the pair of them. "Some of us are
trying to eat here you know."

They all laughed and then we finished our breakfast, still
talking about Christmas and the holidays and what we would
be doing.

I soon forgot about what Jonathon Wright may have seen,
or may have been thinking, but when we finally got up to
leave, Guy and I came face to face with him, with a fresh
wave of nausea washing over me.

I don't know why. He didn't say anything. He just smiled and
nodded and carried on doing what he was doing, cleaning
tables.

As we went through the main doors I glanced back at him and
noticed him watching us. He straightened up and sketched a
small wave in our direction, which I returned, then he went
back to his duties.

I don't know what he was thinking, but I left the restaurant
still feeling shaky, all the same.

"So, what now?" Ben asked when we reached the cars, which
ere parked side by side at the furthest end of the car park.

"I feel like a walk in the park," Samantha cheerfully said,
grabbing a hold of Ben's arm. "Seeing as I'm going to be gone
in a few hours, and won't see you for weeks, I want today
to be nice."

"But it already is," Ben replied.

"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" she said, kissing him.

Guy looked at me with a grin on his face, as if to say,
"How about me?"

"Not here!" I said to him, "but maybe later."

"What are you pair on about?" Ben asked, tearing his lips
away from Samantha's for just a moment.

"Nothing that would bother you," Guy answered. "Come on,
let's go down to the park," he said, opening the door of his
car. We got into his car and were soon pulling out onto the
road, with Ben and Samantha following, and when we reached
the car park at Central Park we pulled up side by side and
got out of the vehicles.

Ben and Samantha strolled off towards a table and bench,
hand in hand, with Guy and I following.

Watching them walk ahead of us I felt envious of the fact
that I couldn't do that with Guy. Not here anyway. Not in
this town.

Almost as if he were reading my mind, he reached up and
placed a hand on my shoulder for just a second, which made
me turn and look at his face.

"That's what I want too," he whispered. "Maybe in another
time and place, huh?"

I nodded and said, "Yeah."

When we reached the table and benches, Sam and Ben kept
walking, while Guy and I sat down, in the shade of an old
pine tree, and watched them as they headed towards the
fountain, still arm in arm, and looking happy together.

"I think Ben's totally fallen for her," I said as we watched
them both.

"Yeah, I think he has."

"I never thought it would be possible."

"Well, I guess we can all be full of surprises."

I looked at him and grinned. I so wanted to just go and sit
beside him and put my arm around his shoulders and have him
rest his head against mine. But I couldn't do that.

We chatted for a few minutes, about anything that popped into
our heads, each of knowing that after today we would be
separated for a time, but neither of us wanting to mention
it. Our friends returned a short while later, still clinging
desperately to each other, as if they too were afraid of
letting go.

"Guys, I'm going to have to get going, or my folks will be
spewing!" Samantha said.

Guy looked at his watch and let out a sigh, then said,
"I think I'd better get home too... otherwise mum might send
out a search party."

"Well, I hope you guys have a great holiday," Samantha said
to us. "And don't take too much notice of dufus here will
you! You are good for each other, and I hope you are happy."

I got to my feet and went and hugged her, saying, "Thank you.
We both owe you so much."

As we separated she just shook her head and said, "No you
don't. You don't owe anything to anyone. Just remember that."

"We will."

Guy hugged her as well and said thanks, then turned to me
and said, "Well, how about I drop you home and then I'd better
get my sorry ass back to my place."

"Yeah, I better drop you home as well Ben," Samantha added.

"Umm...how about we say goodbye here," Ben answered. "I don't
want to go getting too soppy, and I won't be able to do that
here in public."

"Yeah. Good idea," I replied. "I wouldn't want to go
getting all misty at my place, or at Guy's. Someone might
wonder what was up!"

We all laughed, but beneath it there was an underlying
current of sadness, as we all knew that we wouldn't be
seeing each other for a while.

Ben and Samantha hugged and kissed, each of them getting
teary eyed, while I dragged Guy between some bushy shrubs
and managed a hug and a quick kiss, half hidden by foliage
from any curious passers by.

"You know, I'm really going to miss you," Guy said to me,
his voice raspy with emotion.

"Please tell me you won't be away for long," I replied,
in equally strained tones.

"I'll be back straight after New Year. I promise."

"You better!"

When we were all finished, Ben and I could only watch as
our lovers reluctantly tore themselves away from us and
got into their cars and started them, before backing out
of the parking spaces.

With a wave and a blast of the horn, Samantha was the first
to leave, followed soon after by Guy, who did the same,
leaving Ben and I standing on the sidewalk.

We were now alone, but we did still have each other, which
was something at least, and as we watched them drive away
in separate directions, Ben asked, "How come neither of us
have a car yet?"

"Dunno," I answered, "but I reckon at least one of us needs
one. And you're the only one of us who has a license so far,
so I guess it should really be you!"

"Wise ass!"

"Well? Am I right, or not?"



To be continued......


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