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(bxb)in love with him ep1
I find the boy in the kitchen.For the last few months it’s been only Catherine and I in the house, and it’s a good few hours before she’s back from work. I’m expecting some one-on-one quality time with my laptop before I leave for my baseball practice. I throw my bag in the corner, kick off my shoes and head to the stairs. I pass the kitchen with only a brief glance—but then I stop and do a double take.The kid sitting on a stool in the middle of the kitchen looks lazily up at me. There’s no curiosity in his blue gaze—only calm evaluation and lots of eyeliner. He’s dressed in a black tee shirt and black jeans, and his overgrown hair—also black—falls on his shoulders and forehead. He looks as out of place in our yellow sun lit kitchen as Marilyn Manson at a children’s party. For a moment I think I’ve run into a robber or something, but he’s too calm and unmoving, as if he’s su
(bxb)in love with him Ep2
No swearing in the house.” I pause on the top stair and listen to Catherine’s voice coming from the guest room—the one across the corridor from mine. “It comes without saying, but no drugs or alcohol in the house—or outside of it, for that matter,” she says. “Don’t take your food upstairs, please. We’ve had problems with mice before, and I wouldn’t want that to return.” I make a few steps on the worn out blue carpet, stop in front of the open door and glance inside. Catherine is smoothing wrinkles on the bed cover, while Raven stands with his back to me, his bag on the floor at his feet. “Also, no sleepovers,” she says. “Too bad,” he says. “I like sleepovers.” She leaves the bed alone and straightens up, giving him a hesitant look. “See, Raven...since I’m responsible for you now, I can’t allow any kind of promiscuous behavior, particularly given your...well... history. Hence, no sleepovers.
(bxb)in love with him Ep3
I set the alarm to seven AM and switch my bedside lamp off. The room goes dark. I lay on my back, looking at the ceiling decorated by the shadows from the tree behind my window.As tired as I am after my baseball practice, I couldn’t be any less sleepy. The house is too quiet. There was no light under the door across the hall when I came upstairs. There was some light under Catherine’s door, though, a soft yellow glow in the end of the corridor.I should just go and talk to her. But she’s always been reluctant to tell me much about the children she fostered. She believed it was better if I approached them with an open mind.Yet I need to know more about Raven. Why was it such a last-minute decision? Why did she act so nervous around him?If I go to her room now, though, Raven might hear our voices and know we’re talking about him. Not that I care, but she might. She might refuse to talk.I sigh and rub
(bxb)in love with him Ep4
I cross the dark room, catch the curtain fluttering in the wind and look out of the window. There’s a thick oak tree growing right in front of the house, its branches so close to the walls that they have to be trimmed every spring. I look down and, through the maze of leaves, I see a slim figure in a dark hoodie let go of the lowest branch and jump to the ground with a muffled thump.Raven.My first instinct is to call out for him, but I hold my tongue. If he went to such lengths to sneak out, it’s unlikely he’ll just come back when called. Also, it could wake Catherine up, and I don’t want to upset her. She relies on me. I can handle this.I turn around and hurry back to my room. I move around it like a tornado, grabbing and pulling on my pants, shirt, shoes, tying my shoelaces. Then I tiptoe to the stairs and go down as quiet as I can. There, I grab my keys and head for the exit.Once on the street, I breath in
(bxb)in love with him Ep5
Dark trees blur together as I keep on running, turning from one desolate alley to another. Occasionally, I notice people. Some of them stare at me, others step back into the shadows, even less willing to be seen than I am to see them. Whoever comes here after dark knows what they’re looking for. What am I looking for?Raven. I’ve got to find Raven and get out of here.Finally, I stop by a small grey building with a restroom sign on its wall. Ladies to the right, gentlemen to the left. Even without the sign, the smell in unmistakable. I lean with one hand on the brick wall and try to catch my breath.I’ve lost him. I should just go home and hope he comes back. If he doesn’t...well, not that I care about him, but Catherine could lose her fostering license if something happened to him while in her care, and helping children means so much to her.Damn.There’s voices behind the wall, and then a quiet
(bxb)in love with him Ep6
When I come home from school, I can tell that Raven is already there. His school bag is on the floor by the entrance and his shoes are lying next to the shoe rack. Apart from that, music is blaring upstairs.My annoyance rising, I glance into the kitchen. The sink is full of dirty dishes from the last night and today. He’s been living with us for three days already, and he hasn’t washed them once, despite picking it as his chore. Either Catherine will have to do it again, or I will, to save her the trouble.No freaking way.I go up the stairs. His door is closed, but he’s not allowed to lock it, so I push it and stride in, and then freeze, the volume of music so powerful it almost pushes me back.Raven is sitting by his desk—his profile to me, his feet on the table, his books and papers in disarray, his clothes on the bed. He has begun plastering posters of what appears to be his favorite band, “Fake Drug&rd
(bxb)in love with him Ep7
Violence is never the answer,” says Catherine. “You shouldn’t have hit him.”We’re sitting in the kitchen, the yellow lamp under the ceiling filling the space with soft cozy light. The tablecloth is familiarly sticky under my elbows, and the sandwich is tasty despite the tomatoes she insists on putting in it even though I hate them. They contain antioxidants, she tells me every time. They’re good for you.Only had she really cared about what’s good for me, she wouldn’t have brought Raven into our home. Everything was fine. Now this piece of shit is sitting across from me by the table, looking like some emaciated panda with his ridiculous smokey eyes makeup. Sandra used to make up like this, that is why I know the term, but where she was subtle, Raven seems to slap the whole contents of his makeup kit on his face and then add some more.“He called me a faggot,”
(bxb)in love with him Ep8
I like this dream. It’s one of those rare ones when you know that you’re dreaming, so you can pretty much do what you want. Given that Sandra is in it with me, it’s clear what I wantShe’s sitting on my bed, smiling invitingly, dressed in a black lingerie that I have never seen her wear in real life. I wrap my hands around her and help her on top of me so that her butt is rubbing against my erection. My hands roam over her body, squeezing and groping, helping her out of her barely existing lingerie. Her smile gets wider as her fingers wrap around my cock, forcing a moan from me. I hope I don’t wake up before we do it. It’s been a while. Having sex in a dream is better than no sex at all.And yet the fabric of the dream gets thinner, perhaps chased away by my moan, and even though my hands still feel her hot skin, I also become aware of the ticking of the alarm clock next to my bed and a car honkin
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