Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 08:22:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pigs Fly <sensual_dude2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: To Love Again Part 2

This is an original story and all similarities in
names, places, etc, alive or otherwise, are pure
coincidences.

Title: To Love Again...Part 2
Author: Pigs Fly <sensual_dude2000@yahoo.com>
Date: April 24, 2001 08:40

	"Well, yeah! It will be so cool to live here rather
than the dump I am staying in right now", he flashed
that dazzling smile again. Wow, he was really
gorgeous! This must be a dream came true!
	"So, you are comparing my place with a "dump", huh?"
I pretended to be hurt at his comparison.
	"No, no, that's not what I mean", he shouted out
quickly. He looked so miserable and confused that I
couldn't really continue to tease him.
	"Relax, buddy. I was just teasing you", I laughed out
loud. Man, this was life! I had not even cracked a
smile since Anthony's death DAYS ago and now here I
was laughing like there would be no tomorrow. If this
was the kind of life that we would be having as
roommates, it would not be long before I had died of
excessive laughter and happiness, a feeling I had
avoided since Anthony's death.
	"Okay, you win! Man, I thought for a second that I
had ruined my chance to be with y...uhh, I mean, to
live here with you", he suddenly changed his mind and
said something else, I was sure.
	"Oh, okay", I answered, the atmosphere was pretty
tense now. Finally though, he broke the ice by asking
about the rent. Well, I was lucky that this apartment
was mine because Anthony stated in his will that it
had to be so after his death. I also inherited all his
money, so I knew that I was so fortunate. We settled
on one reasonable rent and he told me he would be
moving in next week after his current lease was over.
Man, I could hardly wait for this week to be over!
	I took my shower and went to work while Anthony
promised to stay until I returned tonight and drove
him to his apartment. I also made him promise not to
go anywhere until he was fine again, at least one more
day of rest. I didn't want him to be beaten again.
Frankly speaking, I didn't want this hunk to die and
then I would lose him before we even got to know each
other better. Plus, he would be moving in with me in
just seven days.
	Seven days passed by real slow and it seemed like it
would never arrive. Most of the time, I would be
moping at home, or if I was at work, I could not stop
thinking and wishing that he would move in soon
enough. Gosh, I must had a HUGE crush on him!!! All my
thoughts were revolving around him and just the image
of him in my mind would cause me to smile like a silly
little boy.
	Finally though, the long wait was over and Ted moved
in to live with me. Our days passed by with us
chatting up the storm late into the night. He was
really funny, friendly and intelligent, not to mention
that he was such a MAJOR HUNK. I would always have
this silly little dream that we were more than just
friends. I wish!!! However, I was glad that he was
here with me. I guess I had to move on with my life
sooner or later and having a roommate would be the
first step to recovery. We would talk so much that I
would not even remember my pain and loss. In addition
to that, I knew that I was falling hard for him. Of
course, he had some vices as well. He would be reading
some magazines in the living room and just left them
on the floor for days. At first, I would clean up
after him, but I soon got tired of doing it. So I told
him to pick them up when he had finished. Sometimes,
he would remember to, other times, well...he just
happened to forget. How convenient! All in all, we
were still good roommates and I was really happy to
have him with me.
	Without realizing it, two weeks had passed by since
Ted first moved in to live with me. We had been having
too much fun together. It was going to be Christmas
soon, my favorite season of the year. Hence, I planned
to buy Ted a Christmas gift after work today. I always
loved this part of the season. It was so much joy
shopping for gifts. I bought some silly-looking
nightdress for mum and a matching pyjama for dad. I
could just picture mum in it and dad frowning at my
gift, which was getting sillier as the years passed
by, but I knew he would love it even though he would
rather die than admit it to anyone. Next came the
presents for my grandma Bess, mum's mother, the eldest
one who was still alive and blessed her for that, my
brother, Peter, and also my two maternal uncles, both
of them older than mum, and their families. Peter and
Jessica, his wife, with my nephew, Brian, and niece,
Christine. Uncle Joe, aunt Maria and company: seven
children and 11 grandchildren; Uncle Kurt, aunt Beth
and "private limited": one child and 3 grandchildren.
Each year at Christmas, I would be so busy trying to
think of the goofiest presents that I could come up
with and I would end up purchasing more than needed.
Anthony was still alive then and we would always
choose the gifts together, except when I was buying
something for him and he for me. The thought of going
alone this year was supposed to dampen my spirit, but
I was too absorbed in the planning of what to buy for
Ted, "my lover"--what I liked to call him in my heart.
:)
	I had so many bags in hand after three hours of
roaming around in the mall that I decided to rest for
a while before continuing. I took a seat at a nearby
bench, which was fortunately empty at this time of the
year, and put all the shopping bags on the floor.
Suddenly, a hand crept up my shoulder from behind and
I was so startled that I kicked my legs up in the air,
and a few of the bags in front of me was sent high up
on the air and all the contents out was thrown out
onto the floor. I was furious as I quickly stepped
forward to gather my stuff, and there he was, "my
lover," laughing and helping me to put the scattered
gifts back into the bags. Well, just you smile for a
little while more, you good looking hunk! I would give
you a piece of my mind soon enough to wipe that smug
grin off your handsome face, and you would then
realize that it was not funny after all. But I was
smiling myself, though I was kind of upset.
	When everything was collected, I stood up and was
preparing to shoot my mouth off. However, he must had
planned this carefully because he put on that pitiful,
goofy, pleading look that just melted my heart.
Grrrrrrr, I would have to enroll in college and take a
course on how to resist his sexy look. Then maybe we
would be on equal parring. He was so irresistible, as
always. I had to laugh out loud despite of the
irritation and embarrassment that he had caused me by
shocking me like that. I had to get back at him next
time; just you wait, you handsome devil! You would
know that I was not so nice and kind to be you after
all. I just could not wait to think of something
equally shocking to teach "my lover" a lesson. It
would have to be of similar intensity, or better.
	Anyway, there he was with that pleading look that
just seemed so silly that I had to laugh. Apparently,
he had calculated this step because he burst out
himself. We ended up rolling with laughter, oblivious
to the stares of fellow shoppers. After a while, we
sobered up and I picked up the shopping bags on the
floor. Fortunately, he knew how to be a good person
after that surprise he gave me by helping me with some
of my bags.
	"What are you doing here?" I asked him, curious since
he was not holding anything other than my bags.
	"I had just arrived at the mall, dude. I was planning
on buying something for my parents for Christmas. I do
not have any siblings and no relatives either, so I do
not have to buy so much stuff that seemed so funny
when they were all over the floor," he grinned at me
again. How sexy!
	"Hey, watch it, stud. You will not like it when I
take my revenge on you," I retorted, indignant.
	"Oh, please! I am sooooo scared," he laughed at me.
	"Oh, well! Just you wait and see. You will regret not
asking for my mercy right now," I replied, feeling
more indignant.
	"Ohhh, okay! I am sorry; forgive me, please...," his
voice was thick with sarcasm and teasing.
	"Well, just you wait!" I laughed despite feeling a
bit more irritated. How could he be so calm and cool?
Does he really mean to wait for my "attack"? Well, he
asked for it.
	After a half hour had passed, Ted had bought the
presents he needed and I was done for the day too, and
I had found the perfect gift for Ted, without him
knowing. :) We walked to the parking lot and we drove
home in our respective car.

Well, part 2 is over and all comments are welcome. My
e-mail address is: sensual_dude2000@yahoo.com
Thanks for reading! I will try my best to finish part
3 as soon as possible. :)