Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2010 09:51:42 -0800 (PST) From: Ryan White Subject: Valentine Shock chapter 2 Hey everyone sorry for the gap within the chapters and everything, but it has been a hectic time returning from South Africa to America and relocating is such a bitch. But here is the next chapter. Thanks especially to all the South Africans who mailed me. It was good to hear news from home. I would like to hear more from you guys. I miss the country so much, but life does not always work out the way you want. As previously stated, as this story plays off in South Africa, there will be some Afrikaans words and phrases. I have however explained what it means in the brackets underneath. If u like the chapter and want more, please drop me a little note at ryanstories@yahoo.com Valentine Shock - chapter 2. I was shocked that i didn't at least phone the little fucker back immediatly and tell him to fuck the hell off. That this...can you call him a dude... would have the guts to flirt with me over a mobile chat zone was fucked up. At this moment i felt really weird. But yeah, chances that i would ever see him again, would be zero to none. But then i remembered that his grandparents and my own parents were friends, where they met on their honeymoon all those years ago. When we finally arrived at Salhanha, we stopped the car, got out and went about to signing into the lodge. It was very classy, even for the Western Coast. Fancy bathrooms, wealty tapestry, crystal head lights, five star food, the lot! While my parents were doing the moving him bores, i walked outside, planed myself on the sand and breathed in the fresh sea ocean air. I closed my eyes only to hear the distant noise of seagulls fishing for food, the rush of the waves and the utter open feeling that you as person are totally cleansed. There was nothing like this! You dont get this kind of pleasure in the city, that's for sure! I walked ever so slowly down to the beach, and watched longingly as the kitesufers was testing the waves. In the distance was the figuers of youngsters, playing in the sand, making sandcastles, their parents looking on joyfully as their children played until their heart's content. I looked up towards the sky, as if i could see something in the clouds. There is almost never a day that goes by in which I don't think if him. Not a single fucking day in which i don't think about my twin brother and that day that a horrible train collision took him away from us. Johan, my brother was invited to a birthday party for one of his friends, which was not one of mine. I must admit i was jealous as fuck when he got the invite and i didn't. The whole 8th grade class was talking about it, and i was not going. Now, looking back, well what can i say? Gerrie, the father came all the way from Monte Vista with the train to fetch Johan and some of the other kids that lived in our neighbourhood, since they did not have a car. And on the way back, somehow the train got knocked off the rails and crashed into another train going the opposite direction. Johan was killed on impact. Since that day i have always felt incomplete. I guess when u have a twin brother, u have that secret feeling that something is about to happen to the other. For example, at the time of the accident all those years ago, i started crying for no reason at approxamatley the same time that the crash happened. But hey, nothing that i could do about it now. So i turned around, walked up the mini dunes and returned to the lodge. That night we had a lovely braai (barbeque) outside in the moonlight. It was so fun to spend some quality time with my parents, but somehow in the back of my mind i knew that they really kinda wanted to be alone. This was their 2nd honeymoon afterall. After we ate the delicious steak, wors (sausage), potato salad, beans, chakalaka aswell as bread and butter which could simply melt into your mouth, i walked over to the lodge's swimming pool, complete with my towel and cellphone. I stood at the brink of the pool and simply fell into the cool water. It was blazing hot at this time of the year. The water felt heavenly and even more so when taken into account that i was the only person there. I dived under the water a few more times until i heard my phone ringing. When i got out and dried my hands, i saw it was only a text message...FUCK...it was from Michael. I closed my eyes and prayed it wasn't the same as his last one. "Kan j gou op Mxit gaan? Come on, ek wil bietjie chat." (Can you go on Mxit? Come on, i want to chat a little.) Yeah you bastard, i know exactly what you want to talk about, i thought and let my phone fell onto my towel and dived into the water once more. A little over half an hour later i got out and went back to the lodge. I took a quick shower since i was really tired and somewhat freaked out by what had happened today. What started as a family vacation, turned into a mess. For the first time another guy had flirted with me and i didn't know what the fuck to make of it. Good grief, i have the guy on Mxit and Facebook! While i was thinking all of this, my phone rang, and this time it was a phone call from Michael. Should I? To answer, or not to answer, that was the question, lmao! Suddenly i wondered why shouldn't i answer it. Hey, it's not like im the one doing the flirting! "Tiaan, hello?" "Hey sexy!" What the hell is it with this guy? Didn't the fact that i didn't return any of his calls of texts or Mxit messenges tell him anything? "Hey dude. Whatsup?" "Nee bra, ek le op my bed en ek dink aan jou. Jy maak my so fokken horny." (No bro, I'm laying on my bed, thinking of you. You make me so fucking horny.) "Weet jy nie wanneer om te stop nie, dude?" (Don't you know when to stop, dude?) "Hey ek doen niks verkeerd nie! Ek het net gewonder wanneer ons kan kuier. Jy lyk na a cool dude." (Hey, im doing nothing wrong! I just wondered when we can hang out again) Well that's when the sheer reality of everything hit me. For the 2nd time this guy has openly came on to me and i have done nothing to stop him. Why were me and him still having this conversation? "Michael, kyk ne, ek is nie gay nie. Ek is totally into girls. Ek is jammer as dit nie is wat jy will hoor nie, maar ek kan nie help dat ek straight is nie." (Look Michael, im not gay. Im totally into girls. Im sorry if that's not what you wanted to hear, but i can't help that im straight) What? Why the fuck was i apologising to this fuckwit for being STRAIGHT? "En ek is gay. En jy is fokken hot. N ou kan maar net probeer. Maar ek wil nogsteeds jou weer sien. Niks meer of minder nie. Okay?" (And im gay. And you are fucking hot. A guy can only try. But i want to see you again, nothing more, nothing less. Okay?) This was supposed to be the time where i tell him to piss off and go to sleep, dreaming of sexy girls sucking my cock. "Okay, wanneer kom julle?" (Okay, when are you guys coming over?) I cant believe i just told him that. "Ek sal met my ouma hulle chat., Maybe more. Ek kan nie wag om jou te sien nie." (I'll chat to my gran, maybe tomorrow? I can't wait to see you.) "Hey man, hou op daarmee! Serious, ek hou niks daarvan nie. Kyk, ons kan chill en shit, maar dan quit jy die nonsens. Ek is vaak, lekker slaap." (Hey man, stop that! Seriously, i dont like it. We can chill and shit, but you have got to stop this crap. Im tired, good night.) "Nag sexy." (Night sexy) Before i could say anything, he rang off. Well, i guess i walked into this with my eyes wide open. I had confidence in myself that i was straight and i was gonna stay that way. This was not gonna be an issue. Michael and I was so never gonna happen. As I turned off the bed light, i closed my eyes, thinking off nothing in particular. Michael was coming over tomorrow, or he may not. Why the hell was i strangely excited by that? End of Chapter 2. In the 3rd chapter, Michael, who obviously has the hots for Tiaan, will be visting them at the lodge. What will go through these two sexy boy's minds when they see eachother again after that first meeting? Any mail can be sent at ryanstories@yahoo.com