Hey guys, Here is the new chapter. Hope you like it. I am hoping i will have my new story up and starting either today, or tomorrow.
Srry this chapter took so long to come out. There were quite a few unforseen problems. Hopefully That is done now.
High Tide
Chapter 8
[Trevor’s POV]
“Why do you want my help? I thought you two fags were friends.”
“We were. I screwed things up. He told me to forget him. He lied to me, and I’m not going to let that go.”
“And what do you need me for?”
“I’m not a mean person. You are. I’m sure you can come up with something.”
“Aw thank you for the complement. Now get away from me. If I decide to help you, I will let you know………Leave Now.”
As Brad walked away, I couldn’t help but laugh. I don’t know if Tyler’s life is falling apart, but Brad’s is. I’m going to fuck with Tyler’s life again, but now I can really mess with Brad’s. He wants my help to get back at Tyler for lying to him or whatever, then he is going to have pay for it.
The problem isn’t deciding if I’m going to help or not, of course I am. The problem is trying to come up with a form of payment. There are so many things I can use him for. But which one do I want more.
[Tyler’s POV]
After I got that text form Kenneth, I couldn’t focus on anything my teachers were saying. I was more worried about dinner with Ken and his mom. I kept thinking that she wouldn’t like me, and that she would make Ken leave me.
I was worried enough about it, that I was texting Kenneth things like; ~what should I wear? ~ ~Should I bring anything? ~ ~Are there things I shouldn’t say? ~ ~Are there I should say?~.
After a while he told me to calm down. I read through what I sent him, and it was like a mad man had my phone. I started thinking about how I was when I first met Brent’s mom. I don’t think I was that nervous. But then again I was in the hospital.
When I got out of school, I decided to go to the flower shop to get two bouquets of flowers. One for Kenneth and one for his mom. I would have gotten a bottle of wine, but I’m only eighteen and I don’t know what good wine is. After I paid for the flowers I started thinking and hope that neither one of them is allergic to the flowers.
Once I had the flowers picked out, I drove home so I could clean up and get ready. As soon as I was showered and shaved, I sent Ken a text saying I was home. Instead of getting a response back, I heard a knocking on my door. I went over and answered the door. Kenneth was standing there, looking really handsome. He walked inside and I shut the door. As soon as it latched, I grabbed him and gave him a kiss.
“I missed you today.”
“I missed you too. My mom made me clean up the entire apartment today.”
“The only room I care about is your bedroom. That tells a lot about a person.”
“Damn, I knew I forgot about a room.”
“Is it really messy?”
“Not extremely; it’s not a pigsty, but it is not clean.”
“Can I see?”
“Ummm…”
“Hey, I should get to. You slept in my bed last night. I should at least get to see where you sleep.”
“Ok, ok mister guilt trip.”
“Yeppers”
We walked across the hall. I said hi to his mom and that we would be right back. We walked back to his room. He turned the light on. It really wasn’t messy but there was stuff everywhere.
“I thought you were gay.” I said
“I am”
“Not according to this room. There is stuff everywhere.”
“I’m a messy gay boy.”
“Well we need to redecorate.”
“Will you help me?”
“Well of course I will help you. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t help?”
“Aww aint that cute.” Ken’s mom said.
“Hey!”
“It was.”
“Whatever. Is dinner almost done?”
“Not yet. You can help if you want. Or are you two going to stay in here.”
“Stay in here. I’m going to try and teach your son how to clean.”
“Ok then. Good luck with that.”
Ken’s mom walked away. We started picking things up. Whenever I found a piece of paper, I would ask him if he wanted to keep it or throw it away. Most of the time, he told me to toss it, but a few times he wanted them. The ones he wanted were written in some handwriting I couldn’t read. I wanted to ask about them, but decided against it. How could I ask him to divulge information when I’m not ready to do the same?
After about an hour, Ken’s mom called us out for dinner. Ken got ready excited when he saw what his mom made. To me, it looked like someone got sick and they throw that on top of a piece of chicken. The taste, however, was amazing.
While we were eating, I got asked a lot of questions. I answered most. Others I said I would rather not answer. They said it was ok, but the looks on their faces were that of concern.
Kenneth asked me to stay with him. I told him I would but I needed to grab my phone charger and a couple other things from my place. When I went out into the hallway, I saw an envelope taped to my door. I had my name written on it. I opened it up and read the note.
Dearest Tyler,
I have waited for this day for so long. I have dreamt about it every night since we were separated. Soon, we will be reunited, and I can finish what I started.
Love, Dad
