Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2010 09:51:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Ryan White <ryanstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Valentine Shock chapter 2

Hey everyone sorry for the gap within the chapters and everything, but it
has been a hectic time returning from South Africa to America and
relocating is such a bitch. But here is the next chapter.

Thanks especially to all the South Africans who mailed me. It was good to
hear news from home. I would like to hear more from you guys. I miss the
country so much, but life does not always work out the way you want.

As previously stated, as this story plays off in South Africa, there will
be some Afrikaans words and phrases. I have however explained what it means
in the brackets underneath.

If u like the chapter and want more, please drop me a little note at
ryanstories@yahoo.com

Valentine Shock - chapter 2.

I was shocked that i didn't at least phone the little fucker back
immediatly and tell him to fuck the hell off. That this...can you call him
a dude... would have the guts to flirt with me over a mobile chat zone was
fucked up. At this moment i felt really weird. But yeah, chances that i
would ever see him again, would be zero to none. But then i remembered that
his grandparents and my own parents were friends, where they met on their
honeymoon all those years ago. When we finally arrived at Salhanha, we
stopped the car, got out and went about to signing into the lodge. It was
very classy, even for the Western Coast. Fancy bathrooms, wealty tapestry,
crystal head lights, five star food, the lot! While my parents were doing
the moving him bores, i walked outside, planed myself on the sand and
breathed in the fresh sea ocean air. I closed my eyes only to hear the
distant noise of seagulls fishing for food, the rush of the waves and the
utter open feeling that you as person are totally cleansed. There was
nothing like this! You dont get this kind of pleasure in the city, that's
for sure! I walked ever so slowly down to the beach, and watched longingly
as the kitesufers was testing the waves. In the distance was the figuers of
youngsters, playing in the sand, making sandcastles, their parents looking
on joyfully as their children played until their heart's content.

I looked up towards the sky, as if i could see something in the
clouds. There is almost never a day that goes by in which I don't think if
him. Not a single fucking day in which i don't think about my twin brother
and that day that a horrible train collision took him away from us. Johan,
my brother was invited to a birthday party for one of his friends, which
was not one of mine. I must admit i was jealous as fuck when he got the
invite and i didn't. The whole 8th grade class was talking about it, and i
was not going. Now, looking back, well what can i say? Gerrie, the father
came all the way from Monte Vista with the train to fetch Johan and some of
the other kids that lived in our neighbourhood, since they did not have a
car. And on the way back, somehow the train got knocked off the rails and
crashed into another train going the opposite direction. Johan was killed
on impact. Since that day i have always felt incomplete. I guess when u
have a twin brother, u have that secret feeling that something is about to
happen to the other. For example, at the time of the accident all those
years ago, i started crying for no reason at approxamatley the same time
that the crash happened. But hey, nothing that i could do about it now. So
i turned around, walked up the mini dunes and returned to the lodge. That
night we had a lovely braai (barbeque) outside in the moonlight. It was so
fun to spend some quality time with my parents, but somehow in the back of
my mind i knew that they really kinda wanted to be alone. This was their
2nd honeymoon afterall. After we ate the delicious steak, wors (sausage),
potato salad, beans, chakalaka aswell as bread and butter which could
simply melt into your mouth, i walked over to the lodge's swimming pool,
complete with my towel and cellphone. I stood at the brink of the pool and
simply fell into the cool water. It was blazing hot at this time of the
year. The water felt heavenly and even more so when taken into account that
i was the only person there. I dived under the water a few more times until
i heard my phone ringing. When i got out and dried my hands, i saw it was
only a text message...FUCK...it was from Michael. I closed my eyes and
prayed it wasn't the same as his last one.

"Kan j gou op Mxit gaan? Come on, ek wil bietjie chat."

(Can you go on Mxit? Come on, i want to chat a little.)

Yeah you bastard, i know exactly what you want to talk about, i thought and
let my phone fell onto my towel and dived into the water once more. A
little over half an hour later i got out and went back to the lodge. I took
a quick shower since i was really tired and somewhat freaked out by what
had happened today. What started as a family vacation, turned into a
mess. For the first time another guy had flirted with me and i didn't know
what the fuck to make of it. Good grief, i have the guy on Mxit and
Facebook! While i was thinking all of this, my phone rang, and this time it
was a phone call from Michael. Should I? To answer, or not to answer, that
was the question, lmao! Suddenly i wondered why shouldn't i answer it. Hey,
it's not like im the one doing the flirting!

"Tiaan, hello?"

"Hey sexy!"

What the hell is it with this guy? Didn't the fact that i didn't return any
of his calls of texts or Mxit messenges tell him anything?

"Hey dude. Whatsup?"

"Nee bra, ek le op my bed en ek dink aan jou. Jy maak my so fokken horny."

(No bro, I'm laying on my bed, thinking of you. You make me so fucking
horny.)

"Weet jy nie wanneer om te stop nie, dude?"

(Don't you know when to stop, dude?)

"Hey ek doen niks verkeerd nie! Ek het net gewonder wanneer ons kan
kuier. Jy lyk na a cool dude."

(Hey, im doing nothing wrong! I just wondered when we can hang out again)

Well that's when the sheer reality of everything hit me. For the 2nd time
this guy has openly came on to me and i have done nothing to stop him. Why
were me and him still having this conversation?

"Michael, kyk ne, ek is nie gay nie. Ek is totally into girls. Ek is jammer
as dit nie is wat jy will hoor nie, maar ek kan nie help dat ek straight is
nie."

(Look Michael, im not gay. Im totally into girls. Im sorry if that's not
what you wanted to hear, but i can't help that im straight)



What? Why the fuck was i apologising to this fuckwit for being STRAIGHT?

"En ek is gay. En jy is fokken hot. N ou kan maar net probeer. Maar ek wil
nogsteeds jou weer sien. Niks meer of minder nie. Okay?"

(And im gay. And you are fucking hot. A guy can only try. But i want to see
you again, nothing more, nothing less. Okay?)

This was supposed to be the time where i tell him to piss off and go to
sleep, dreaming of sexy girls sucking my cock.

"Okay, wanneer kom julle?"

(Okay, when are you guys coming over?)

I cant believe i just told him that.

"Ek sal met my ouma hulle chat., Maybe more. Ek kan nie wag om jou te sien
nie."

(I'll chat to my gran, maybe tomorrow? I can't wait to see you.)

"Hey man, hou op daarmee! Serious, ek hou niks daarvan nie. Kyk, ons kan
chill en shit, maar dan quit jy die nonsens. Ek is vaak, lekker slaap."

(Hey man, stop that! Seriously, i dont like it. We can chill and shit, but
you have got to stop this crap. Im tired, good night.)

"Nag sexy."

(Night sexy)

Before i could say anything, he rang off. Well, i guess i walked into this
with my eyes wide open. I had confidence in myself that i was straight and
i was gonna stay that way. This was not gonna be an issue. Michael and I
was so never gonna happen. As I turned off the bed light, i closed my eyes,
thinking off nothing in particular. Michael was coming over tomorrow, or he
may not. Why the hell was i strangely excited by that?




End of Chapter 2. In the 3rd chapter, Michael, who obviously has the hots
for Tiaan, will be visting them at the lodge. What will go through these
two sexy boy's minds when they see eachother again after that first
meeting?

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