Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2006 06:38:52 +0930 From: Lukas Ashke Subject: Life Bonded Chapter 5 This is a true Love story between 2 Australian teens. All the charactersare real but names have been changed as with the locations. The only 2 names that remain the same are the 2 principles. Taylor (My Life bonded partner) and myself. Lukas. This is a story about True teen love. There is no sex at all depicted in this story, so if your looking for some self gratification. I would advise you to go elsewhere. So, N=E=Way. Warning: If the reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your country, state, province, county, municipality, etc., please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further. If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so. It is not my intention to offend anyone or to get you in trouble. The author retains all rights to this original story. Please do not publish without explicit authorization from me. If you enjoy our story and wish to comment or just say G'Day. Then please write to us at this address: Aussie-Brats@Hotmail.com Chapter Number 5 A cool breeze swept around me as I started out towards the Bight. It wasn't an exceptional day, just another day in my very young but confusing life. Sitting there on the crest of my favorite hill I could look down and see the edge of the city and even spot my house and paddock in the distance. I went up there to get away from the noise and hustle of the big city, it was quiet and comforting up there and I seemed to be gravitating to this spot more and more in the past few months. I shifted a bit to get comfortable. I had been experiencing some discomfort between my legs recently. I just thought I have had too much on my mind. That's basically why I went there that morning. Fred and Ginger grazed together just a short distance away. Gods, what magnificent creatures they are. Both standing 17.2 hands high with their chestnut colouring, and the snow white feathering around their hooves. They could star in that telly commercial for that American beer, but I seriously doubt that Clydesdales do aeroplanes. I remember when Mum purchased them as a pair so many years ago, I was so frightened. They were HUGE. I remember I could walk upright underneath them without even coming close to touching them, and they were still growing at the time. But gentle? Oh so gentle that when I got over my fear I was never off their backs and they seemed to know that I was someone special to them. Now, every morning they waited patiently by the paddock fence for their morning exercise. Thank God for that. At least that is something I was still allowed to do. Ever since my little episode a few months back, my family and mates had been treating me as if I were made out of spun glass. As if I wasn't watched every minute of every day, I would suddenly shrivel up and pass away into oblivion. Sheesh! I was a teenager for God sake. I wasn't going to dry up and blow away into the wind. At least the physicians had given me some leeway. Their orders were plenty of fresh air and good healthy exercise, but nothing too dangerous. Nothing with sticks, especially. `Grrrrrrrrrr' There goes Lacrosse and Field Hockey, the two sports activities I truly enjoyed outside of football that is (Aussie Rules, of course). So I got to exercise Fred and Ginger every morning without any interference from anyone. I grabbed my six string and my day pack and climbed the ramp so I could mount either Fred or Ginger. I may not have been able to walk underneath them any longer, but I was far too small still to mount them properly or without help. Mum felt safe with me up on the Clydes. They weigh more than our mini and are as sure footed as can be. When I was up there it was like I was way above the earth, floating easily amongst the clouds and nothing could ever hurt me. So there I sat, my back to my favorite rock, watching my Clydes graze and Kimmi my English Springer chase a bird, tail wagging and as happy as can be. So where did that put me? I was trying to work out some chords to a Bob Dylan tune. Yes, yes, yes, I know. I am 13 and it is the year of our Lord, 2000 A.D. Could I help it if I was growing up on this stuff? My parents are yuppie hippies or something, all they ever listen to is early American folk music. Dylan, Peter, Paul and Mary, The Weavers and heaps more. So many more I cannot even think of them all. Da has a collection of these huge plastic disks he calls `LP's' that he's always playing when he comes home from his job. Mum says that music is the way to man's soul and we sibs have always been subjected to music ever since I can remember. Though mum's taste flows towards the classics and she plays the piano. For some reason I could never get into that, but the guitar, now that's an instrument I can carry around easily enough, and the guys in the patrol loved it when I would bring it on a camping trip. It was quiet up there and I loved that. It gave me plenty of time to think, and think some more. At that time, I had heaps to think about, and the number one thing is that I am a Class 1, child diabetic. Okay you say, not a big deal. I mean it was a struggle to keep a diet and after years of pigging out everyday on sweets, and to lead a totally bland existence. But then I did some research online. Going blind, loosing limbs or toes. Even dieing was a possibility for me. That was scary to say the least, but the second thing on my mind was what really had me scared My feelings towards Tay. What is this all about? I hardly knew what to do anymore, especially around him. Whenever he was around, my insides would go all sorts of funny feeling and I just didn't know what to say. "...just walking down the line, feeling mighty fine..." Darn, and I was hoping for some time alone, but I guess that was not to be today. I looked down towards the tree line and saw a multi-coloured watch cap appear suddenly in the brush. There was only one individual that wore such a gaudy cap (pink n' gray and yellow and maroon) with a white tassel on the top, and he was singing a Dylan song to boot. My heart skipped a beat or two and a smile crept upon my face. Well, if I was going to be interrupted... Kimmi stopped worrying a butterfly and turned towards that god awful singing and ran towards her second bestest mate. Taylor. My Taylor to be exact. "Lukas, Love. I keep telling you to soften your singing, I can hear you all the way down at my house and it sounds like two Joeys mixing it up." I could see that evil grin slide across Tay's face. "Tay, you know that I come up here early in the day so as not to disturb anyone, especially the folks in our community." "Yepperz. You're better than old man Marsten and his bleeping cock, Jingles. That bird could not only wake the dead, but most likely put them back under the sod." Tay whispered as he parked his cute little round butt right besides me. ...cute little round butt...where did I come up with these thoughts? Kimmi strolled over and sat down right besides Tay, hoping that he had a treat in his butt pack or would at least give her some attention behind her left ear. That's her favorite spot for a scratchy. Well, that or her belly, but I think she will settle for a little attention paid to her head. I personally wanted a little attention myself. Not that I was truly looking for it. I knew that I would eventually, but sheesh. A little hug or a peck on the cheek, please! "Thumper. What are you doing? Whats going on in that tiny blonde head of yours?" Tay whispered into my ear as he placed his hand in mine. "Is it your illness or what I am doing right now that's upsetting you?" As he spoke, he was rubbing his thumb gently around my palm. OOOOOOOOOh! That felt fantastic. I turned slightly to look Tay in the eyes. "A little of both ... well... a lot of both, to be honest with you. I am scared of being diabetic. I am scared of dieing, and I am especially scared that if I die, I will go to a very warm place and never see my loved ones ever again, and that includes you, Tay." Tay could see the tears that were forming in my eyes and stopped with the hand/thumb thingie. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer until my head was resting upon his shoulder. He bent his head ever so slightly and looked deeply into my eyes. "Lukas, love. That church of yours and its ancient dogmas have really done a number on you hasn't it?" I just kept looking into Tay's eyes. "Okay Lukas. Work with me on this, please! Did God create Man?" I nodded my head. "So God created you then, am I right?" I nodded again. "And God made you what you are?" I closed my eyes, knowing where this was going. "So. If all those precepts are true, then the feelings you have inside of you, the feelings you have towards me, are what God put there, inside of you. Are you following me so far Love?" My eyes were still shut, but I was listening to every word that Tay was speaking. I could feel the warmth, and especially the love that was emanating from Tay. I knew deep down inside that he was right that God, my God preaches love and compassion, to love thy neighbour as one would want to be loved. I opened my eyes and looked at Tay. Really looked at him for the first time. He would not hurt me. He would not lie to me. He was there when all else failed, and he cared about me. How could what he is saying not be true? How could I deny my feelings towards him any longer? "Love. For whatever reason, God made you and made me and he put us together in one place, not to hurt one another, but to love one another." Tay never finished the sentence. Much to his and my surprise. I lifted my hands out of my lap, placed them around Tay and pulled him closer, tilting my head ever so slightly so our lips could meet properly. I held my breath as I felt Tay tighten for a second then he wrapped his arms around me and proceeded to deepen the kiss. It was mutual between us. [Author's note: If God did make man and woman, why did he design our faces so it would be extremely difficult to show ones affection? I am talking about NOSE'S. You can not snogg head on. You bump noses long before you get into lip lock. Sheesh!] I do not know how long we held each other this way. I know that it felt like forever but it could only have been a brief moment. I had to shift my position again as I was growing numb between my legs. That had been happening a lot lately and I just couldn't explain it. Gods. I hated the clinics and physicians in general, but if this persisted... I felt something cold on the back of my neck and I opened my eyes to look at Tay and he could feel a change I guess and opened his. We finally needed to breathe so we broke off, and I turned to see what was so cold on my neck and it was Kimmi, pressing her cold nose against me, vying for some attention, and she'd got something dead in her mouth. "AAAAH! Gross. KIMMI !!! " Looking about, I noticed it had gotten dark all of a sudden, thinking a cloud had crossed the sun I looked up only to find Ginger standing over us. How a horse that big can move so silently is way beyond me, but she and Fred are so sneaky that way. It scares me sometimes. Tay still had his eyes on me and was wearing the most goofy expression on his face. Sheesh! I loved him. Gods, it's not supposed to be this way, but it was. It was just too much but I must accept this. I had to accept what I felt towards Tay, and as he said, God put us here on earth and somehow we are together. Well, as the Brit's say. "Stone the crows!" I looked towards Tay again, closed my eyes and leaned forward. Pure bliss. After a few hours, I thought it was time to go. "Tay, I think its time we headed out, or at least off this bloody hill. It's getting a bit cold and a mite uncomfortable." I shifted again to relieve a sharp pain. We were both cuddled together with our arms around each other and our backs against a boulder. I wished someone was there with us to take a photo. There we were, huddled together with Kimmi at out feet and Fred and Ginger standing quietly behind us. It would have made a heck of a picture...but alas! We were quite alone. "I don't want this day to end Lukas. It has been heaven all this time." Tay spoke softly into my ear. "Neither do I Tay, but we eventually have to get going and get the guys here back to the house. Mum must be furious as it is now. Look at the time." "Hey. How `bout we head over to our camp ground and see what damage that last storm caused?" Tay said as I looked over at him. "Yeppers. Our patrol has not been there in quite a while now. We should check the shelter and see if it needs to be re-supplied." I said to Tay as I got up off the cold ground and started toward Fred. "It's not too far out of the way and both Fred and Ginger do need the exercise. At least that is what Mum always tells me." I said to Tay over my shoulder as I led Fred over to my mounting rock. I had been riding horses since I could remember, and Tay wasn't no slouch either, but without saddles or something to grab onto, we weren't getting up on these guys without some help. All Fred and Ginger had were their bridals so to better steer them with, and some old blankets Mum had stashed around the barn. I led Ginger over to this rock we found after clearing off the brush. It was just perfect for the two of us to swing up onto the horse's backs. Tay swung onto Ginger's back as I did the same with Fred, but a bit slower because of this tender spot between my legs. Sheesh. I thought I'd better talk to Mum when I got home. We set off at a nice walk downhill. Not towards town but angled a bit away towards the city owned park. Our patrol has a site set up for us which we are allowed to use. It is not very much. A cleared out area with a three sided shed on a hard packed dirt floor, and a stone fire ring me and my mates built a long time ago, with metal rods to hang our pots off of. It is really neat and quite well hidden from the usual track. There is a clear running spring close by and a hand dug "loo" just a few steps away in the bushes. We didn't keep much there, even thou we were allowed sole use of it. There was always the possible chance that someone might come across our hide away and trash the place. All that was there was a huge pile of brush and chopped wood for our fires covered by a tarpaulin and a jerry filled with water. Both Tay and I dismounted and ground tied Fred and Ginger, as if they were going anywhere real quick. There's one thing about Clydes you need to know. They are huge horses with extra huge brains, and the one thing foremost in their minds, is LOYALTY. In huge neon flashing block letters. Well, that and the concept of hunger and food, but either way, neither of those two gentle giants were going too far from us. I walked over to check the wood pile as Tay went over to the stream checking to see if there was sufficient water in the little pool for our next camping trip. We had hollowed out a little spot for the water to kind of pool up but not become stagnant, and even thou this was the wet season, it would have been quite possible to run out of fresh water. The wood was dry and not rotten, and in sufficient quantity for a weekend trip. Tay returned with a smile on his face and that told me that we would not need to carry in our water. That was always a possibility but not this time. We then started looking around the open area, making sure the only thing there were our footprints. We always packed out our garbage. We were taught "Low Impact" camping from a visiting American Scout last summer. It really made my patrol think about camping and what effect we had on the environment. Jon was a real cool dude and really knew his stuff. Even thou he came from New York City, he taught all of us about camping and the environment, and even taught me some way cool songs to play on my guitar. But anyway... Everything was in order, at least as far as both Tay and I could see. We both sat down on a log and Tay took a bottle of something out of his pack. It was a bottle of some sort of orange liquid, by the look on Tay's face I knew it wasn't a mass produced sports drink. He opened the bottle and took a swig and scrunched up his face as if he'd eaten a bug. "Tay. Why do you do that? You know you can drink or eat whatever you want in front of me. It's not going to bother me. Well, maybe not a bar of chocolate. That would be sure torture, but the rest is okay." "Lukas, my love. I keep telling you that it's okay with me. I just have to get accustomed to the taste is all." "Oh crappers Tay. That is such a line. CARROT JUICE? I saw your face and I know it's carrot juice, even I don't like the stuff and I have been drinking that s**t like forever it seems." "WOW! You said the "S" word dude. There is some hope for you yet." "TAY!" I screamed in frustration. "Stop changing the subject mate. I know you son. I know we used to share our soda pop and confections all the time. I remember how you used to drool when we passed Ms. Haven's shoppe with the front all filled with those sweet cakes. I see how you look longingly at Sam or Erik and even Todd when we are at school lunch. When they purchase their sweets from the store and pull them out of their sacks. I should pack along a towel to place under your chin, to wipe up the drool coming from your mouth." "Why Tay? Why do you want to suffer so much? Why can't you be like a normal boy and eat tons of nasty sweet stuff? Why do you eat like me? All the disgusting things I have to eat now. Why Tay? Just tell me why?" I looked over to Tay and saw his glistening eyes staring back at me. It hurt but there was nothing I could do about it. I had to hear it from him. I looked closer into his eyes and pleaded with him. My eyes saying "WHY?" He slid closer to me on the log, wrapped his arms around me and laid his head upon my shoulder. I could feel his body shake as he went into a fit of un-controllable sobs. I lifted my hand to scratch behind his head, softly rubbing his neck. Humming a tune gently in his ear. And there we sat. Two boys in the middle of the woods, a dog at our feet and two giant guardians a few meters away. We held each other for what seemed like forever, but it was not quite that long. Finally, Tay pulled away and looked deeply into my swollen eyes. "Because I love you, you stupid Aussie. Because someone has to watch over you, protect you. To show you that God has not forsaken you." I held Tay at arms length and really looked at him, not believing what I heard. Even thou I knew it to be true. "I love you Lukas. I love you with all my heart and soul. With every fiber in my being, I love you and want to share our lives together." "Someone told me a long while ago. I cannot remember who exactly, but someone of importance told me that you and I were special. That you and I had many great things to do together and in the future." I felt a sharp pain in my groin area. What the hell? I smiled at Tay. I thought I knew who he was talking about. I thought we were both thinking about the same person. PAIN! OH MY GOD! The PAIN! I doubled over and screamed in shear anguish. Tay looked at me and couldn't understand what was going on. He bent down and tried to get me to sit up but all I wanted to do is curl up into a ball until the searing pain went away. I couldn't help it, it was taking over everything in my mind. I just wanted it to stop, I wanted it to go away. Anything. "Dear God" I thought, "God, help me. Please oh PLEASE help me! The pain is so great. I cannot think. GOD!" I could barely open my eyes, everything was all blurred. I couldn't see Tay and I could hear him speaking, trying to get my attention. But OH MY GOD! There was only one thing I could think about then and it was the pain between my legs. I just wanted to die, make it all go away. Anything. "Tay. Make it stop! Please, make it stop!" I grabbed Tay's jacket by the front and I was trying to shake him. Trying to get him to help me, to understand what it is that was killing me. I saw his mouth moving but I couldn't hear anything. He had this look on his face. It was contorted with fear. He didn't know what to do and I couldn't help him. I couldn't even utter a single sensible word, just scream in agony. OH GOD! And then everything went blank. Taylor's Perspective: "What the f**k!" I cried out. Thumper had me by my jacket and was screaming into my face. His whole body was trembling and his face was all scrunched up. He was crying and screaming, and he was in pain. He was in great pain but where? How? What was I supposed to do? I was trying to hold him, trying to calm him down, when all of a sudden, he collapsed into my arms. "Oh God NO! No God, not again. Don't do this to me God. Don't you f*****g do this to me again. NO!" I looked over to the horses. No! That was not the answer. They were just looking at me with Lukas in my arms with a look of surprise. I couldn't get on them, but what...what could I do? I started to run downhill, it is faster and easier. Kimmie was on my heels and I could hear the brush breaking behind me, so I knew I was not alone. My foot caught a rock and I stumbled. Not today Lord. Not today. I righted myself and continued my headlong flight down the hill. "Have to get my Lukas to safety. Have to get him some help..." Finally I burst through some bushes and right out onto the highway leading into town. RIGHT IN FRONT OF A F*****G GREAT LORRY boring down on me at full speed... The last thing I remembered was a wind horn blowing and the tyres screeching. AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry bout the delay. Since we last published, both Tay and I have had some adventures. Tay is now a few pounds lighter. He had to have his HOT APPENDIX removed. Silly sod. Didn't tell anyone of the pain till it was almost too late. Well, now he knows about hospitals and pain first hand (Tee hee tee hee). He is okay now and back to his old self. And a cute little scar at that too. Our computer also crashed and we could not get back into it till we had some expert help from above. We were afraid we might have lost this chapter, but praise the Gods. Here it is. And then lastly. I had my other eyeball fixed. Being diabetic is a hassle at the best of times. I had what is known as: DIABETIC RETINOPATHY which is spots before your eyes. It is a simple procedure to cure it, using lasers that is. So now I can see clearly and everything is right in our world. We both would like to thank Jon, our editor in chief, who has stood by us for so very long, and who has given us advice and encouragement thorough our ordeals. Thanx heaps Big Brother. You mean the most to us. Sorry to leave you in the lurch. I didn't die. That much I can tell you. I mean this is a true, real life story about Taylor and me, and since I am still here writing this story...well...we will leave it for Chapter 6.