Bunk D Xander Novels & Stories

I'll never let you down in this lifetime. Having gone to bed late the night before, Xander was up promptly at 6:00 a.m. No matter how tired he was, it never affected his internal clock. He was now neatly dressed, sitting in the living room on the first floor, reading the day's financial news and waiting for Abigail to join him for breakfast. Susanna, sitting beside him, cheerfully said, "Xander, my acting wasn't too bad last night, was it? Abigail didn't seem to suspect that it was all orchestrated by you."

Xander nods while letting more tears stream down his face. ****tbc****

“Then we’ll go see it tomorrow. If you don’t like it, we’ll keep looking.” “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?” “I try.” We kissed softly, the kind of kiss that didn’t need fireworks. Just warmth. But just as the movie was winding down, Xander’s phone buzzed. He frowned, reaching for it. “It’s from an unknown number.” He read the message, and the muscles in his jaw tightened. “What is it?” I asked, sitting up straighter. He showed me the screen. "You thought this was over? The past doesn’t stay buried forever. See you soon. - D"

Xander had his two hands raised up in surrender, but he kept his eyes fixed on Richard, watching his every move. “Call off your men, and lay down your weapons before my feet.” He let out proudly, feeling victorious. Xander glared at him, refusing to do as he asked. I know he’s watching closely, waiting for a chance to strike and rescue me from Richard. He was only being careful because my life was at stake. One wrong move from him and Richard would snap my neck and run off into the woods, trying to get away from him.

Oh dear dreams, goodbye. ¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶×××׶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶ [Back to Earth] [Duration: Two months] Xander bursts into the room frustratedly. Sitting on the chair was Drake. He was eating his apple while scrolling through the news. Xander didn't say anything at first, he was walking up and down the room hoping that Drake would finally pay attention to him but he didn't and this infuriated him the more so he went ahead, grabbed the apple he was eating and slammed it against the wall.

“Xander, how did the last dose go? You seemed to have done what you said you wouldn’t do.” Xander only stared at the eldest among the brothers before looking away. “I have no choice. I lost sensation from the chest down. They just gave me a remote-controlled wheelchair to help myself. The doses worked for a moment hours after injection. I really want to believe the cure will fix me now.” He settled next to the long couch, closer to Brian. “Dad, I think his name is Brian Hopper, a newbie detective. He’s friends with Janelle, Delta, and Wolfram. Forgive him a bit.”

I just hadn’t realized how much until I saw them, “Please stay guys. It’s just for one night.” “You and Xander are quite the tag team. Who can say no to you two?” laughs my aunt. “What’s the point of having a house the size of a hotel if we can’t have the people we care about stay with us from time to time?” says Xander. Xander lets me catch up with my family while he and the guys relax in the heated pool.

This was it. Diana…or whoever that girl thought she was…will be out of the picture soon. Gone. This time, for good. Soon, Xander would have no choice but to look at me. To need me. To be with me. I poured myself a glass of wine, raised it high, and whispered to myself: “To new beginnings.” with a bad laugh Xander’s POV I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at the floor. My hands were shaking, and my chest felt tight. The drive had been long, and myheart had carried so much hope. But now, everything felt like a joke. A cruel one.

They don’t get to be rude and treat me like a toy they don’t want to share, so they can learn to act like decent people or suffer. Xander flops next to me, but wisely keeps a visible distance between us. We eat and talk, Sierra joining in the conversation. Eventually the guys resign themselves to the fact that I am going to include Xander and join us. Once we all started talking and relaxing it was actually fun. Xander is a mix of Dakota and Sam, but has Cam’s responsible oldest child vibe. I really need to ask about his younger siblings.

As much as I like Stu, I don’t trust him enough to go alone. I grab my bag and tell mom I’m going to Xander’s and not to wait up. Once we have the weed, we head back to Xander’s. “Wanna come in for a beer?” “When have I ever said no to beer?” We walk into his trailer and immediately I notice Frank, his dad, passed out on a chair with an empty bottle of jack in his hand. Nothing unusual. He’s basically been like that since Xander’s mom died of cancer a few years back. Xander grabs two beers from the fridge, tosses me one and we make our way up to the roof and take a seat on the fold out chairs. We sit there quietly for a few minutes, sipping or beers before he says, “So, how’s things at home?