Date: Mon, 8 Sep 2003 01:55:00 EDT
From: Weston Crandle <LoveAHorse@aol.com>
Subject: Wes and Adam, #1

    I scurried up the ladder to the barn loft,
crying my eyes out. I sat there, knees pulled up
to my chest, head down, thinking about what
had just happened.
    It was Saturday, and I had been at a friend's
house for the better part of the afternoon. I
had to return home early because he got in
trouble. Returning home, I headed upstairs
to my room. I almost fainted. My brother,
Adam, was sitting at the computer, reading my
online diary! Normally, it wouldn't have been
too bad, but lately I'd written stuff about Adam,
about how just the site of him without a shirt
on makes me crazy, about how I was madly in
love with him. I backed out of the room, hoping
he hadn't seen me, but it was too late. He
saw me and I bolted. He'd hate me now, I was
sure. Now that he new his brother was not
only a fag, but in love with him. I heard him
shouting my name, but I didn't turn around. I
headed straight to the loft.
    I guess I fell asleep, because the next thing
I knew, Adam was shaking me and saying, "Wes,
thank god! I was sure you'd ran away!" I couldn't
look at him, and stared at the floor. I felt his
hand on my shoulder. "Look at me," he demanded
gruffily. I complied, trying to read his face.
     "I.....I'm in love with you, too," he said. I saw
love and understanding in his ice blue eyes,
replicas of my own. "Really?" I breathed. He
nodded, and held me tight. I could think of
nothing better than his strong arms around me,
protecting me from the world. I was wrong. He
kissed me lightly on the lips. It felt so good, I
felt so complete. I sighed in contentment and
cuddled against him. The last thing I remember
before nodding off is his breath on the back of
my neck.