Graduation

[jt1987]

what! omg! you definately go to keep writing!

 

[inthecloset]

Ok I couldn't bear to leave you guys hanging like that.
Here's a little something I jotted down.

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Ok maybe not dead, but I felt myself dying.

Dying isn’t how they say it is. I didn’t see a tunnel with the light at the end. I didn’t see my life flash before my eyes. I didn’t feel anything at all in the darkness. I just saw Cameron’s face. I think that’s what kept me from letting go.

It was almost like hanging from those rings you see on playgrounds. They’re kind of like monkey bars only they’re dangling rings. They’re harder to hold onto and your fingers feel cramped inside them. But somehow, Cameron’s face made me stronger. It made me able to tighten my grip every time I slipped a little. It felt like days that I was hanging from those rings. The pain just under my right shoulder blade never subsided.

Once I almost considered letting go because the pain was becoming too much to handle. But then I felt him touching my arm. Only he wasn’t there with me. I just felt his hand on my arm, and the pain went away. That’s how I knew it was him. No one else had that effect on me.

It wasn’t long until I could hear his voice.

“Josh! Oh God please don’t die!”
“Please wake up boy scout.”
“Never leave me.”

His hand never let go of my arm while I was holding onto those rings in the darkness. And soon enough, they went away. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, the darkness was gone, and I saw him next to me.

When I woke up he was sleeping in the chair next to my bed. His hands were on my arm and his head was on his hands. I wished I had the strength to move my other arm to wake him. I was just about to hit the “Call Nurse” button when Brooke walked in. She saw my eyes open and set the bag in her hands on the counter and dove into me to hug me.

“I’m so glad you’re ok,” she whispered.
“Thanks,” I said. My voice hurt so much to talk with.

Brooke went back to her bad and grabbed a bottle of water out of it, opened it, and then tilted it into my mouth for me to drink.

“Cam,” I said, still with a hoarse voice, but it hurt less.
“No, let him sleep,” Brooke said. “He hasn’t slept in 3 days.”
“What…” I began.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Some guy shot you, and that’s all I know. We heard the gunshot and ran outside to see you on the ground and Cameron screaming for help.”

Cameron obviously wasn’t in a deep sleep because the whispering woke him up. He saw me awake and buried his face in my chest and started crying. I found the strength and lifted my left hand up to his hair and gently pat his head.

“Shh,” I said, “I’m ok.”

But I wasn’t. I almost lost him. That would have been worse than me dying. And I knew he felt the same way.

“Shh,” I repeated, “We’re ok.”

 

[gaytxn09]

WHAT?! Crazy cliffhanger!! But...that's what peepholes are for....

 

[polarnyc]

Everytime this story is going so smooth and happy there is a cliffhanger to change the mood! Either someone died, almost died, or got seriously hurt. I'm not saying I don't like it. The way you write this story is always exciting. I just don't want to have a heartattack from reading this story. Looking forward for the next part.

 

[Craiger]

ITC,

I can't remember reading a story that held me in such suspense as you have written. Your twists and turns make it a delight to wait and wonder "what's next?" Keep going, as now we have the mystery of who-dun-it and why.......

Craiger

 

[DonQuixote]

Dear In the Closet,
I saw your thread pop up near the top, and started reading it. What a Roller Coaster of emotions. It started out as a tender teen love story, then WHAM.

Who was the guy with the gun?
Why did he go after them?
Is this a mad sister run amok?
My head is spinning from your artcraft.
You certainly know how to grab someone by the balls and spin then around by the short hairs for one Helluva Ride!
I will definitely be waiting for your next installment.

 

[inthecloset]

Ok so I was so excited all day about this story that I just HAD to write more.

Here you go guys!

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This scene was getting way too repetitive. When I got home from the hospital, Cameron never let me out of his sight. When we slept, he held onto me tighter than ever, not wanting to let go of me. He would walk me to class and meet me right after. Whenever nothing was forcing us to be apart, he refused to be.

The bullet didn’t do much damage, but I was told that I did lose a lot of blood. It hit below my right shoulder blade and didn’t go far in. I was restricted to bed rest for only a couple weeks after I was released from the hospital. The police had relocated Cameron and me for protection until they caught whoever it was that shot me.

It was about 3 weeks, 2 essays and 9 marathon make-out sessions until we got a phone call. It was a woman from the police department with a southern accent.

“Mr. Gordon, we caught the guy that shot you. He was holding up a drug store on the other side of town. We matched the bullet from your back to the gun he was holding up the store with.”
“Thank you ma’am,” I said with a sigh of relief.
“No problem. Y’all can move back to your apartment now,” she said.

We went back to our apartment complex and Brooke, Rachel, and Mark were all over us with questions. The entire time they were grilling us, Cameron never left my side. Brooke made some coffee and Rachel and Mark brought over some food.

“I’m so sorry we weren’t here when it happened,” Mark said.
“There wouldn’t have been anything you could do. The guy pulled the gun too fast. Even if you were standing right next to him, you couldn’t have kept anyone from getting shot,” I said.
“I can’t imagine how you must have felt Cam,” Rachel said, “When Brooke called me, I dropped my groceries and ran back home just praying that Mark wasn’t hurt either.”
“You must have been scared shitless Rach,” Brooke said, “You got back before Mark even did.”
“You have no idea. I almost had a heart attack,” she said.
“How are you holding up Cam?” Mark asked.
“As long as I never let go of Josh’s hand I’m ok,” he said.

Rachel got up suddenly and went to wash her plate off. I saw her pull out her phone and look at it.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna be late for class,” she said, “I’ll catch you guys later.”

She left rather quickly, almost nervously, and Brooke couldn’t help but show her suspicions.

“I guess she’s still uncomfortable with me,” Cameron said.
“Or maybe, she wanted to avoid me telling you this,” Brooke said.
“Brooke, don’t,” Cameron said.
“I have to. He deserves to know,” she said.
“He doesn’t have to though, it doesn’t matter,” Mark said.
“Yes it does,” she said.
“Wait guys, stop,” I said, staring at all three of them, “What don’t I know?”
“When you were on the operating table…your heart stopped,” she said.
“Wha…” I said.
“It was only for a few seconds,” Mark said, “But none of us took a breath during those few seconds.”
“Lucky we were on the first floor or Cameron would have jumped out the window the moment that line went flat,” Brooke said.

Now it was clear why he was so attached to me. He came closer to losing me than I thought.

“I don’t understand…” I said.
“Well you lost a lot of blood, so it was hard for your heart to keep pumping when there wasn’t enough there,” Mark said.
“But the doctors took care of it, and you,” Brooke said.

Cameron just sat there silent, holding onto my hand. He was looking down, though I could see tears falling from his face. I pulled him into me and let him cry as I held onto him.

“I spent so much time promising I would never leave you that I didn’t make you promise the same thing,” he said.
“Make me promise now,” I said.
“Never leave me,” he said.
“Never,” I said.

I almost forgot that Mark and Brooke were still there. Brooke wasn’t about to let this moment go on and decided to break the mood.

“So, did you see anything?” she asked.
“Brooke!” Mark yelled.
“What! I wanna know!” she said.
“While I was unconscious, all I can remember is seeing Cam’s face. Every now and then I heard his voice too. But over the past few weeks I’ve been having this dream. All I can remember is a hand with a gold ring on the pinky finger, and then I wake up because my back is hurting,” I said.
“Gold ri-,” Brooke said. Her face went pale and she had to excuse herself for a moment. She left the apartment and closed the door behind her.
“I wonder what that was about,” Mark said.
“I don’t know,” I said, “But I need to go for a walk. Wanna come?” I asked. I knew Cam’s answer would be yes so I directed the question at Mark.
“Nah I’m good. I’ll clean up for you guys,” he said.
“Alright,” I said, “C’mon Cam.”

We were walking down the stairs when we heard a loud crash and a thud. I looked at Cameron and he looked back at me, both of us looking terrified.

“That came from Rachel’s apartment,” I said.
“We should,” he gulped, “go see if she’s ok.”

I knocked on the door and got no answer. When I pushed on it, it went open. We both stepped inside and saw a gun. The gun was in a hand that had a gold ring on the pinky finger. That hand belonged to Rachel, and Rachel was pointing the gun in her hand at us. Out of instinct I moved Cameron behind me, to keep him guarded.

“Rachel…what are you-,” I said, but she cut me off.
“SHUT UP!” She screamed.
“It was you?!” I said, “You shot me?”
“Who the fuck did you think it was? OJ?!” she yelled.
“But…the police called me and told me they caught the person,” I said.
“Oh, you mean the cop that sounded just like this, Mr. Gordon?” she asked in a southern accent that sounded exactly like the cop who called me.

I was bewildered. She tricked me to get Cameron back in the open. That’s when I got pissed.

“You almost killed me…you tried to kill Cameron. Why?!” I said.
“He’s the only thing standing between you and Mark. If you weren’t so stupid he’d be dead right now and you could be with Mark!” she yelled.
“Rachel, what are you talking about?” I asked.
“Admit it! Admit you want Mark so I can shoot this fucker right now!” she yelled.
“No! I don’t want Mark, Rachel! I never did!” I yelled.
“LIAR!” she screamed.
“Rachel?” Mark came through the door and saw the scene.
“Rachel, what are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m giving you what you want Mark,” she said.
“What I want?” he asked.
“I know you want Josh! And Cameron is the only thing standing in the way of you being with Josh!” she yelled.
“Rachel, this is not what I want!” he yelled. “This is what you want me to want!”

She looked at him as if he had slapped her.

“Every time a guy turned you down you threw him my way. I put up with that for a long time, but you never asked me what I wanted,” he said.
She just kept staring at him.
“I’m not gay, Rachel. I’m Bi. And what I want is Brooke,” he said, “But you never stopped to consider it.”

Just as he had said that, Brooke walked through the bedroom door wiping blood off her head. She stared at him, and he stared at her. Brooke looked at Rachel and with pleading eyes held her arms out to her.

“Rachel, put the gun down,” She said.
“It’s not too late Rach, you can take it all back…you can take this back!” Mark said.
“Rachel, we can help you. We can fix this,” Brooke said.

Rachel started crying. She didn’t lower the gun, but she dropped to her knees and cried hysterically. It looked like her defenses were down. I was about to jump forward and knock the gun out of her hand when she said, “I’m so sorry Mark,” and turned the gun on herself and pulled the trigger.

Cameron didn’t see what happened but when he heard the gun go off he knocked me to the ground. Brooke fell to the ground also and started crying. Mark just stood there, shocked and stared at Rachel’s body on the ground, pouring blood from the gunshot in her chest. There was nothing we could do.

Rachel was dead.
And it was my fault.

 

[DonQuixote]

Dear In the Closet,
Another gut wrenching mini-chapter, even if I did guess where you were headed.

Josh - Let Go and Let God. You weren't responsible; You were a victim of her insanity. She was a very sick girl, who fixated on making everything Perfect (in HER mind!) for her brother.

You were merely the latest fixation in her increasing sickness.
Mark is the one you need to feel sorry for. He will bear the burden of HER guilt for the rest of his life, in addition to mourning the loss of his sister, no matter how sick she was.

Pray for both of them, but don't assume the mantle of guilt; you are free of any of it.

 

[boyzboy]

I'm completely in love with your characters. The plot is AMAZING the love, the drama, it's all perfect. When Rachel killed herself I felt like I watched it happen...you evoked horror, shock, and grief, all genuine in me. That's good writing.

 

[inthecloset]

I'm completely in love with your characters. The plot is AMAZING the love, the drama, it's all perfect. When Rachel killed herself I felt like I watched it happen...you evoked horror, shock, and grief, all genuine in me. That's good writing.

You have no idea how much I needed this today. Thank you very much for all of your comments. Thank you for reading boys!

 

[Craiger]

ITC,

You have one busy bee today... Not only did you blow us all out of the water with the first shooting, you caught us a second time with the last. That was intense... On with the story.

Craiger

 

[upyrkilt469]

Fantastic, inthecloset. I am thoroughly enjoying the story. Was surprised to see who the shooter was and feel sorry that she felt she had to kill herself. Hope next chapter is a little less sad. Keep it cumming.

 

[inthecloset]

Hey boys. Here's the next chapter!

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After that day last week, Cameron and I were closer than ever. We were still shaken up pretty badly, so sex didn’t feel right. We would spend long hours on the couch together, watching TV and just hold each other. I felt like he would disappear at any moment, but mostly I felt guilty. I felt like it was my fault that everything that happened in the past few weeks was my fault.

I kept thinking that, if I didn’t let Cameron come down here, if we had stayed home, then maybe none of this would have happened. Late at night, after Cameron fell asleep, I would just sit up at the edge of the bed and cry softly. I didn’t want him to know that I was feeling worse than I looked.

Rachel’s funeral was on a Saturday. I can’t remember the exact date, but it was sometime before Cameron’s 19th birthday. Cameron couldn’t go because of his new job at the local Best Buy store. I wasn’t disappointed though. In fact, I didn’t expect him to go at all. It was a while before he was able to face Mark, and I understood.

But I had to go, for two reasons. One reason being that I felt this overwhelming guilt over Rachel’s death, and the other being that I had to show Mark that I still wanted to be his friend. Over the past week, a flock of psychologists, reporters, police officers, and the so called “experts” surrounded us. Everyone on campus was talking about the event. Mark had not been to class in a few days, and Brooke and I were starting to get worried.

There weren’t very many people. Mark and Rachel’s parents flew in, Brooke and I were there, and a couple of people from my classes to give their condolences and to get some gossip material. Mark never walked in though. He stayed outside staring at the trees. I don’t know what it was, but I flashed back a year and saw myself crying outside of the forest after Alexis’ funeral. I had to go out there. I walked up behind him and just stood there for a moment, about 5 feet away from him.

“Rachel and I used to play in the forests behind our family’s house,” he said. “We would run around like we were on drugs. We would play all kinds of games. Her favorite was cops and robbers. She would always be the cop. She wanted to be a police officer.”
“Mark…I know what it’s like to lose a sister,” I said. “Not too long ago I was in your place, staring at the trees for comfort. Whenever someone tried to take care of me, I pushed them away, even my best friend.”
“How did you find the strength to let go?” he asked.
“I’ll let you know when I do. I still carry that day around with me. Every time I see Cameron’s face, I imagine how hurt he looked when I pushed him away. Whenever I look in the mirror, I see Alexis standing next to me,” I said.
“I miss her so much…” he said.
“I know. It’ll never be ok that she’s gone Mark. But I promise it does get better. Especially if you have someone there to pull you out of the darkness,” I said.
“Like me,” Brooke said. I didn’t even hear her walk up behind me. She looked amazing in a bright red dress with her hair pulled back in a bun.
“I heard what you said Mark, about me. In another time, and another place, I would have thought that to be the best thing I’ve ever heard,” she said.
“Brooke,” he said.
“If you still want me, then I want you too. If you’ll take me, I’ll take care of you,” she said.

I couldn’t help see a little of both me and Cameron in both of them. I wondered if most couples were like us; a traumatic event leading to a love so strong, nothing could shake it. I could almost see the shadows lifting out of Mark’s soul at that moment as he went and hugged Brooke, and cried on her shoulder. I would like to believe that they were tears of joy, but I know that those were tears for everything.

After the funeral, Brooke and Mark disappeared behind Brooke’s apartment door. Out of fear, her roommate Shelley moved into the dorms on campus, so she was living alone now. Alone. That word had so many meanings to me right now. But this was the first time in months I had ever been truly alone. Cameron’s shift didn’t end until 5:30. It was 3 now, so I had a couple hours until he would come home. I decided to run across the street to the café and order us some food in advance, and have the crummy little table of our kitchen set up for us to have a nice sit down dinner with each other.

I sat down on the couch and watched TV until I fell asleep. I dreamt about Alexis. I saw the last night we were together played out in my dream. The night I told her about Cameron and I was still as clear as if it had happened yesterday. But after she walked out on me in silence, she came back. This is where the dream shifted from memory, to reality. I could actually feel her hand on mine as she sat down next to me on our couch. She hugged me and patted the back of my head.

“Josh,” she said, “I am so proud of the love that you carry with you every day. It has made you so strong, and I am glad to see that you haven’t changed a bit. If you remember anything I say, remember this: None of this was your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. Rachel is with me, and she is at peace now. Don’t blame yourself…” Her voice trailed off after that.

I was woken up by a knock at the door. The TV was still on the news. Everything was where it was supposed to be. I opened the door, after looking through the peephole. Cameron and I did this subconsciously every time we answered the door now. The delivery guy from the café was there with a big bag of food.

After I paid him and shut the door behind him, I felt a rush of sadness fall over me as I thought about Alexis. I didn’t think about her as much as should, and I felt a new wave of guilt. For about 20 minutes I sat on the kitchen floor by the door crying. When I looked at the clock and saw 5:15, I pulled myself together and started setting the kitchen table.

When Cameron came through the door, I was sitting at the table with 3 candles lit in the center and the lights in the room off. He just looked at me and smiled.

“You’re so damn cute,” he said.
“I learned from you,” I said.

We ate in near silence. I spent most of my time staring into his eyes. His beautiful face made me feel right at home. But there must have been something in my face that gave away my guilt and frustrations.

“Are you ok Josh?” he asked.
“Damn…I wish I could lie to you sometimes,” I said.
“Josh?” he said.
“Sorry, I just feel really guilty over everything that’s happened lately,” I said.
“I know,” he said, “I’ve never been asleep while you cried.”
“What? Why didn’t you say anything?” I asked.
“Cause I knew you just needed to be alone for a few minutes so you could try to let go. I wanted to give you your space,” he said.
“That’s sweet babe, and I love you for that,” I said.
“But?” he asked.
“But, I can’t shake the feeling that it’s my fault,” I said.
“Of course you can’t Josh! That’s normal for what we’ve been through,” he said. He got up and kneeled to the ground next to me, resting his left hand on my cheek. “I would be surprised if you weren’t acting this way.”
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be. I love you no matter what. If that means you need to be alone in your grief, then I’m willing to stand back,” he said.
“Thanks, but that’s not necessary. I love you Cam,” I said.
“Love you too,” he said.

We sat on the couch and watched a movie. I was in need of a few laughs so we watched Bruce Almighty. We lay on the couch together, with my arms wrapped around him as we watched the movie. Every now and then I would kiss the top of his head to reassure him that I was better. The movie got to the scene where Grace was in the massage parlor talking about engagements when Cameron sat up, facing away from me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing. I was just thinking,” he said, still facing away from me, “I changed my mind.”
“What?” I asked.
“I want to marry you.”

 

[DonQuixote]

A powerful, Sad-Happy Chapter. Their love is strong. His sister's love stronger yet to reach to him from the beyond to try and console him.

Poignant. Very nice. Thanks for sharing with us.

 

[Craiger]

As usual, ITC, you have written an exceptional chapter. I was afraid that you were ending the story with Rachael's death, but then I knew that you would continue and bring us back to a calm and loving place. This chapter certainly did that. I so look forward to your new thoughts and ideas. Very well done, my friend.

Craiger

 

[upyrkilt469]

It's hard to think of anything different to say except that agree with all the others have alread said. Keep writing and looking forward to the next chapter. vic

 

[polarnyc]

Wow...I really like how it turned out in this chapter! I hope no one will die for a while and Mark will stay bi and also with Brooke lol

 

[inthecloset]

Hey guys! Here's another chapter. I'm gonna change it up and switch the perspective between characters when something important happens.
Anyway, here you guys go! Enjoy!


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“Did you just propose to me?” I asked.
“I think I did,” he said.

I stood up and paced around the couch for a few moments. Cameron stayed on the couch watching me. I stopped moving and stared at him for a moment.

“Did you just propose to me?” I asked
“I think I did,” he said with a smile breaking on his face.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“I think I am,” he said.

I paced around the couch again. So many thoughts were running through my head, but I was unable to organize them with my mouth.

“Why?” I asked.
“I’m sorry?” he asked.
“Why did you change your mind?” I asked.
“Josh stop,” he said as I paced past him. He grabbed my arms and sat me down on the couch. He looked directly into my eyes and put his right hand on my cheek. “I didn’t want either of us to die without being married to each other.”
“So does that mean…?” I asked.
“Yeah I think it does,” he said.
“We’re engaged…” I said.
“We’re engaged,” he repeated.


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The next day, Josh had to go to class all day. My shift wasn’t for another few hours so I went to the café across the street to get a cup of coffee and maybe a small breakfast. I sat down at the table closest to the door when Mark walked in. I waved to him and he just lifted his hand and sorta half waved at me. I couldn’t help but feel guilty as he grabbed his coffee and walked out. I got up and followed him out, hoping to be able to work things out between us.

“Mark!” I called out.
“What’s up Cameron?” he asked. I could sense the pain in his voice.
“I just wanted to say…I’m really sorry about everything that’s happened,” I said.
“Don’t worry about it man,” he said. He turned to walk away, but hesitated. “Thank you, though.”
He continued to walk away.
“Mark,” I said again.
He stopped and looked at me.
“I was kinda hoping…maybe we could be friends?” I asked.
“Look, Cameron, I’m sure you’re a great guy, and I know that Josh is absolutely in love with you. But I don’t want you to want to be my friend because you feel guilty. I want you to want to be my friend…because you want to be my friend,” he said.
“I understand,” I said. I started to walk back into the café, but he stopped me when he said more.
“It doesn’t mean we can’t ever be friends Cam. I just don’t want us to be friends for the wrong reasons.”
“Wanna get a cup of coffee?” I asked.
He held up his cup of the coffee he just bought.
“I mean…like tomorrow or something,” I said with a chuckle.
“Maybe, we’ll see how dinner tonight goes,” he said with a wink.
“Dinner?” I asked.
“Yeah. Josh told Brooke about the engagement. She’s taking you guys out to dinner tonight as a surprise engagement party and dragging me along. Don’t tell Josh,” he said.
“Ok,” I said, “I guess I’ll see you tonight then.”
“See ya,” he said, “New friend.”


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I came home and saw Cameron on the couch crying. He looked up and wiped his eyes with a balled up tissue he had in his hands. He got up to greet me and hugged me tightly. I held him at arms length after the hug and look into his eyes.

“What’s wrong Superman?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said with a smile.
“Cam…” I said.
“Alright everything,” he said. He walked back over to the couch and sat down. “I took a long hard look at myself today, and I didn’t like the person I saw.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I talked to Mark today,” He said.
“Oh boy, what happened?” I asked.
“I said I was sorry for everything that happened and that I would really like us to be friends,” he said.
“What did he say?” I asked.
“He said, he didn’t want me to want to be his friend because I felt guilty, but because I wanted to be his friend,” he said.
“Wait…I don’t get it. Why are you so upset?” I asked.
“Because…Mark made me realize I asked you to marry me because I felt guilty. I don’t want to marry you out of guilt. I want to marry you because I want to,” he said.
“What are you saying?” I asked. I stared at him, but my vision was getting blurred from tears.
“Well…” he said. He got down on one knee and pulled a box out from under the couch cushion. He opened the box and there was a silver band inside it. It was very manly looking in my opinion. “Will you marry me?” he asked, “Because I want to marry you.”

I stared at him, stunned. I was expecting a dramatic withdrawal of his proposal. But instead, he caught me off guard with an even more romantic one. I was stunned for a few more seconds before I was able to answer him.

“Of course I will,” I said.
He laughed and hugged me. I laughed too and as he pulled away from him, I hit his arm.
“Gimme that!” I said as I snatched the tissue out of his hand and wiped my eyes. “You’re such an ass,” I said with a chuckle.
“I know,” he said laughing through tears.

He brought his hands up to my face and pulled me into a deep kiss. Our tongues danced in each others mouths for what felt like hours until there was a knock on the door. The last time we had a moment like this I was shot so I was hesitant on getting off the couch. At least until I heard Brooke yelling on the other side of the door.

“Hey you love birds! Put some clothes on and make em fancy! We’re going to dinner!” she yelled.

I got up and opened the door to see Brooke wearing a sparkling powder blue gown, and Mark in a clean black suit standing in the doorway. They were holding hands. I looked at them with one eyebrow raised and Mark lifted his hand up to Brooke’s shoulder and pulled her into his side.

“Go put on some nice clothes you two, we’re taking you out to celebrate the news,” he said.

I looked over at Cameron and he blushed and looked away.

“Did you know about this?” I asked with a smile.
“Maybe,” he said “But let’s go anyway.” He came up behind me and slapped my ass playfully.
“Fine,” I said. “Let’s go get dressed.”
“Don’t change in the same room,” Brooke said, “We kinda have a reservation at 8.”
“God Brooke, we aren’t monkeys,” Cameron said.
“No but you’re both sexy as hell,” she said.

I turned towards the bedroom and laughed as Cameron grabbed a bag of clothes and went into the bathroom to change. God I hope this feeling lasts. But I won’t expect it to. We still have to tell our parents…

 

[DonQuixote]

Love and understanding can be great healers. I'm glad they collectively have each other to work through everything that's happened.

I'm looking forward to the next installment. You're a bundle of energy!

 

[upyrkilt469]

I'm glad they finally got engaged. It should be interesting when they tell their parents. Keep up the excellent writing.
Vic