Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2012 13:01:11 +0200
From: Noel Welch <nwelch247@gmail.com>
Subject: To Have Faith: Chapter 1

This story contains graphic description of sex acts betweens members of the
same sex. If accessing material such as this is illegal in your country,
province, or state, please do not continue reading.

The characters contained within this story are entirely fictional and
should be taken as such. Any resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is
entirely coincidental.

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Chapter 1

We were slowly chugging upwards. I could feel the trepidation and
excitement as we neared the top of the tracks. When we finally reached
the top, a lady at the back had already started screaming, *a little
forward, aren't you?* I thought. Suddenly, we were hurtling downwards,
I thought I could feel my stomach in my mouth, then, as abruptly as
the dream began it dissolved into blackness as I was lightly shook
awake by the nice old lady who sat beside me on my flight. "You asked
me to wake you up before we land" she said with a smile. "Thank you
Ma'am" I said in reply.

As I was closer to the aisle than the old lady, so I stood to fetch my
leather messenger bag, wound my earphones around my iPod and proceeded
to leave the plane. So this is the famous Heathrow Airport, I thought
to myself as I stepped off the plane. One thing that surprised me was
the sunlight and warmth; I certainly was not expecting that as it is
raining in England for more than 200 days a year. I collected my
numerous bags of luggage-some were annoyingly cumbersome-and tried to
look for the driver who would be taking me to the prestigious boarding
school I would be attending in 3 weeks. It took me a while to locate
this driver, I hate looking for people,* I look like an idiot* I
thought in annoyance. As I was about to give up, I saw a large sign
with the name ALISTAIR McLEOD written in large, blocky hand writing.
It took me a few seconds to process that it was indeed my name. I
approached the driver, held out my hand and said, "Hello, I'm Alistair
McLeod". He shook my hand and told me his name was Russell; "It took
you a while to react to your name' he said with mock suspicion. "I'm
exhausted and jet-lagged, I don't have time for this" I replied with a
half-smile. "How are you jet-lagged, there's only a two hour time
difference between England and South Africa?" he shot back; "Just take
my bags" I said playfully. I was surprised at how easily we got along,
and I said as much when we were finally in the car. "You're not like
all the other jackasses I have to cart around", "That's a relief to
hear" I said dryly. "That's a compliment coming from me" he said
gruffly. I took a moment to check Russell out; he was a bit taller
than me, had broad shoulders, and from what I could see, had a hot
body under that suit, he had earthy brown eyes, and had what looked
like heavy stubble. "Like what you see?" he asked while waggling his
eyebrows suggestively. I blushed slightly and said "Just shut up and
drive". He smirked, but started the car.

Heaton was our destination and was a small town on the outskirts of
London, the journey was about 1 hour 30 minutes and I dozed off once
we were on the highway. "Ali... Alistair, we're at the school", I woke
and saw his face centimetres from mine, I screamed in surprise and
reflexively punched him in the gut. He grunted and immediately backed
away from me, "I'm so sorry! It was a reflex" I said guiltily.
"Where'd you get reflexes like that?" he asked; "Karate lessons" I
explained. "Let's show you to your room then." He then proceeded to
tell me that the dormitories were split into 5 Houses, namely:
Laridon, Gambon, Winthrop, Milton, and Blackthorn. I had gotten an
e-mail stating I would be assigned to live in and be a part of
Blackthorn House; the Dean (Dr. Ethan Andersson) also apologised
profusely for not personally being there personally to give me a tour
and show me where I'll be living for the next two years. Naturally he
was sucking up, as my new step-father was a member of the School
Board. I didn't care either way, though I suspect many would be proud
to be a member of the esteemed Blackthorn House. As we made our way to
the huge manor-like abode, I stared up with a little awe at the place
said to house a hundred boys. *Impressive*, I thought. Russell
informed me that Blackthorn House consisted of two storeys, with 25
rooms on each level. We trudged up the stairs to my room,* well half
of it*, at least I thought to myself. *I was going to have roommate,
what if he like, wants to get transferred to another room 'cause I'm
gay?* I thought while panicking a bit. We ended up in front of a door
with my room number (24B) set in a small gold plaque and the
Blackthorn House insignia. I hesitantly opened the door and observed
the room; it was quite large with two queen-sized beds on opposite
sides of the room, a large flat screen TV set into the wall, a large
couch and Ottoman  an empty floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, two identical
tables-which I surmised were for working and such-next to our beds. As
soon as I saw my bed, I collapsed onto it with relief. Russell fell in
beside me, "Don't you have places to be, people to drive and such?" I
asked him wryly. "No, not really" he replied sarcastically. I closed
my eyes and reflected on how much my life had changed in these two
months.

Seven months ago

I was cooking supper for my mom and 11 year old sister, when I heard
my mom unlocking the door, she's late from the hospital, I thought. "I
met someone!" she exclaimed. "Who is he?" I asked in curiosity. I
assumed this particular someone was a man because my mom wouldn't get
this excited over meeting some random lady. "Ricardo Cruz!!!" Ricardo
Cruz was a famous Mexican billionaire who was the owner of a media
empire that covered most of Central and South America.

"WHAT!!!"

"I'm treating his daughter," she explained; my mom's a doctor at a
local hospital in northern Johannesburg, South Africa. "His daughter
was in for some fractures and her father was present; we spoke for
quite some time and as I was about to leave he asked me to dinner. I
only found out who he was when he was filling the paperwork for his
daughter's stay."

"I'm happy for you, mom" I said. Fast forward three months and we had
moved out of our old apartment and into a huge beach house in Clifton,
Cape Town with him and his 11 year old daughter, Marina. Christine (my
little sister) and Marina -whom I grew to love- soon became
inseparable and soon after living together developed a knack for
completing each other's sentences; even their birthdays were a few
days apart. My mother was completely enamoured, I scrutinised Mr Cruz
quite carefully in those few months of their relationship; after all I
didn't want my mother's heart broken. One day as I was watching Grey's
Anatomy, he came in the den and sat down next to me. "You don't trust
me," he said flatly. I turned towards him and said: "I don't really
know you". "I'm really trying to show you guys that I'm a good guy who
really loves your mom,"

"Sure you do," I said sarcastically. Hurt flashed across his face at
my words, I realised that he not only cared deeply for my mom but for
me and my little sister as well. "I'm sorry Ricardo; I was just trying
to protect my mom from being hurt although I now understand that I
don't have to any more because... you really love her"

"I do... and I love you and Christine as well. I love the fact that
we're a family and, even though we're not related by blood, I love you
as if you were my own."

I was at a complete loss for words- highly unusual for me. I decided
there was nothing to say and gave him a hug. We sat and watched Greys'
Anatomy; he's not so bad after all, I thought. As we were the team of
Seattle Grace Hospital cope after the plane crash; I noticed he looked
nervous and was fidgeting a bit, what would a successful businessman
and billionaire this nervous? I pondered. "Something's clearly
bothering you, what's wrong?" I asked as the show ended.

"I've already asked Christine and she's approved... but I wanted your
blessing as well... can I marry your mother?" he asked, looking quite
flustered. "I give you my blessing, Ricardo." He looked ecstatic. "But
if you break her heart, I break your kneecaps" I said with a smile. "I
understand" he said solemnly.

Later on that night, while we were eating dinner, my mother announced
the engagement to all of us. The girls and I congratulated the happy
couple. "Have you set a date for the wedding?" I asked. "By the end of
this month" she said with excitement.

The wedding was held in Ricardo's home country of Mexico. It was
beautiful and I had never seen a couple so happy. They went to the
island of Zanzibar for their honeymoon.

Ricardo suggested I go to St. Michael's as it was one of the best
schools in the world and he was on the school board. I said yes to his
offer and in the following two weeks I was accepted at the famed St.
Michael's Academy for Boys.

The Present

I was brought out of my reverie by Russell poking me in the ribs, "What!?"

"I thought you'd want to meet your new roommate" he said wryly.

I looked up to see one of the hottest guys I had ever seen...


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