Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2006 17:12:14 +0000
From: twm morgan <twmmorgan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Wonders of Will Young Chapter 7

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accepted in your area, please leave now. The fictional
story below is completely from my imagination. Nothing
from it is true.only in my dreams.
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Chapter 7
"Gerwyn, your sons here, now hurry up or you can forget
be cooking anything tonight". Tom laughed at his mothers
shouts - she had not changed. A chill suddenly caused Tom
to shiver. The sun was setting, the sky turning a red and
purple colour. He steadied himself before walking back up
to the house, wondering what Will was doing at this
moment in time.


Tom sat upright in bed, the sweat trickling down his
abdomen, soaking his white shirt. He hadn't remembered how
warm his old bedroom had been when he was child. As a young
adult, he'd learnt to sleep with wearing only underwear. He
glanced around at the dark silhouettes of the room. The
cuddly toys still covered his sofa bed. The wide screen TV,
worked hard for, suddenly seemed small compared to the
plasma wall mounted TV he had at home.

Twisting from underneath the bed sheets, Tom raised himself
off the single bed and made his way to the door of the room.
Suddenly, a sheering pain shot up his left foot, sending him
head first into the door. He'd tripped and snubbed his toe
on the desk. He swore under his breath before picking
himself up and resuming his standing position, listening for
any noise outside. Fumbling for his clothes, he placed his
red sweater on and slipped into his jeans, taking caution
not to get his foot stuck in the rips.

He grabbed his keys from the desk before opening the door
and slowly and as quietly as possible, descended the old
creaky stairs. Walking through the house, he realized what
had scared him whilst living here as a child. It was the
whole presence of the living room. The biggest room in the
house and ironically the scariest. The wrought iron
chandelier still hung above the dining table, cascading
pieces of shattered light from the street lamps onto the
white washed walls. He opened the front door and quickly
pulled himself into the cold night air.

The air clung to his sweater, making him shiver. Wales had
always been a cold country but Tom could never imagine it
was this cold. He contemplated whether to return to his room
and grab a coat. He decided against the idea, he did not
want to wake his parents up. A voice suddenly startled him
from the darkness. A low growl that shook the living
daylights out of him.

"Where are you going now?" spoke the rasped welsh accent.

Tom relaxed, suddenly seeing his father standing in the
shadows, holding a rolled cigarette. He smiled, seeing his
father standing outside. His father, like himself had always
been a night walker and rarely slept.

"I need some air, the bedroom is warm dad" Tom replied,
raising his keys and unlocking the beast he called his car.
His father just shook his head with disapproval as he always
did. Tom smiled before glancing at his watch, it was 3.23am.
The throbbing in his toe seemed to get worse every time he
walked. He must remember to get painkillers he thought as he
slipped into the car, closing the door quietly.

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Will slept; his body lay motionless on the white bed. The
only sound coming from the sleeping beauty was that of the
soft breathing. He lay only in white boxer shorts and a
white vest, showing off his toned muscles beautifully. His
eyes flicked slightly as images of his ex boyfriend crowed
his sleeping dreams. Tom appeared only wearing a shirt and
shorts. A cheeky grin appeared on the sleeping persons face
as slowly his thoughts drifted back into deep sleep.

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The throbbing in Tom's foot seemed to increase in pain every
time he pressed down on the clutch of the car. His mind
raced of Will, his parents and work. He realized that the
speed limit he was traveling in was only 30mph although he
was doing 90. Who would care at 4am?! He knew these roads
like the back of his hand any -

His Vectra took the corner, hugging to the road as it was
built to do. The white van appeared over the brow of the
road as Tom fumbled with his foot, trying to take pressure
of the painfully toe. In doing this, completely took his
eyes off the road. There was a flash of headlights and
darkness

The little sleepy village of Tumble was suddenly awoken with
a huge explosion. Crowds in robes and night gowns appeared
on the street, watching the flames engulf the green Vectra
that had hit the white van in a head on collision. A fire
engine siren could be heard in the distance as Tom fought
with the unbearable pain before loosing consciousness.

Gerwyn Morgan stood outside his house. The weather had
changed dramatically over the last few days, going from a
humid warm to ice cold nights. He stood up straight from his
leaning position against the wall and took the last breath
of his cigarette. He then threw the remains into the road
where it smouldered and went out. As he turned his back to
the road, he glanced over the valley that stood before him.
They had always been blessed with a view of the valley as
his eyes focused on a fire in the distance. Sirens could be
heard and the flames were rising quite high. Suddenly a pin
of panic struck him and he reached into his robe to produce
his car keys. Unlocking his Vauxhall Astra, he sped off into
the night, hoping that it was just a coincidence, trying to
push away the fear for his sons health.

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Will opened his eyes , the sunlight blinding him. He woke
up, the bed suddenly becoming too warm and he slide out from
beneath the sheets. His mind thought of Tom, he wondered
what he was up to. He hadn't heard anything but this time he
was going to wait. I'd wait until he was back in the UK to
give him some time.

Whilst deep in his thoughts, Will was interrupted with the
phone ringing. He quickly picked up the receiver
"Will? It's Marcus, what does `Switch It On' mean to you?"
Rather confused by the question, Will sat on the bed and
listened.

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Ok guys so there's another installment. I hope you enjoy it.
Im sorry its been awhile but Wonders of Will Young is back
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Twm xx