Date: Thu, 17 Feb 2011 19:33:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Chase McPhee <survivalgame@ymail.com>
Subject: THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 05 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format of reality. Any
resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely
coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons,
of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns, villages,
neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or non-governmental
areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene involving male-to-male
relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if guy-to-guy
sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up your mind, you should not
read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most
states and countries, you are not allowed to read this story, by law. Check
with your local laws regarding such.

% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
protection.

THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM 05
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee

%

Not having seen his father for about two years, Wally was quite surprised
at the funeral when tapped on both shoulders with flat fingers and an
unrecognizable voice from above saying, "Hello there. Remember me?"

Turning around, Wally faced his father's crotch and then looked up to see
what he envisioned as a movie star, a handsome face with eyes hidden behind
dark sunglasses. With surprise he asks, "Are you really my dad?"

"Like it or not!"

He might have looked intimidating, with the noon time sun above his head,
but the toothy grin made Wally warm up real quick and he threw his arms
around his father's waist, claiming him right away, saying, "I missed you
so much father."

"I missed you too, Fletch!"

Wally's arms slipped up his father's bod, as the tall man slouched down to
take his son in his arms. It was short-lived though as Pastor Cook was
ready to begin the ceremony. The whole time Wally held his father's hand,
often looking to his face, trying to memorize it. With the shades it was
kind of tough. Though, right off the bat he would never forget the blond
hair and from his jacket cuff he could feel a light covering of soft hair
where forearm met his hand. So keen on checking out his father, Wally
hadn't the slightest inclination his father had scouted out the crowd, his
eyes latching onto his best friend!  Later on at the reception in the
church yard, even though he probably should have been in a more morose
mood, he couldn't help it, being with the other children, talking, eating
cake and cookies, stuffing themselves with food and good humor.

"How's it going?"

"Hi," Jason turned around with a plate full. Too, as if he was trying to
pick up a trick, but not, "Do I know you?"

Taking the glasses off, Jason stare into the bluest eyes being given an
introduction, "I'm Fletch's... I mean Wally's father, Pieter Van Dam."

Putting his glass of tea and plate of salads down, Jason gives Pieter his
hand, saying, "I'm Jason Perry. Nice to meet you."

Their hands remained clasped for a short duration, enough for Mr. Van Dam
to say, "Fletch," he rolled his baby blues, now that he's traded off his
shades, put up with the sun shining in his eyes, but a clear view of
Jason's face, "I mean Wally thinks a lot of you and..." he hesitated to
flash his brightey-whitey's, "I want to thank you," his hand started in
motion once again, "for taking care of him and being a good friend."

Before breaking the bond of friendship between them, Jason, staring into
Pieter's eyes, says, "I hope we can become good friends too."

They dropped hands, but not the eye-link between them, holding fast until
Wally startles them, "Oh good! You met Jason. He's my best friend in the
whole world!"

Still the eye contact, Pieter replies, "Well, I hope Jason and I can become
good friends too!"

Wally says, "You can!" Then he hurries off because a tray with dishes of
ice cream comes out to the banquet table.

To let them know they `could' be on the same page, because Jason was good
at deciphering this type of `thing', he says, "I'm hoping we can become
`more' than friends?"

Another pickup line, this time meant to get to know each other better,
Pieter asks about Jason's line of work.

Meanwhile, Wally arrived at the table and as some lady set the dishes of
ice cream there, there was a mad dash. "Hold it, hold it, hold it, guys!"
Wally called out. "Give the lady some room!"

Of course, returning the favor of not having twelve hungry hands rush her,
with the possibility of upsetting the tray as well as her nerves, she says,
"Thank you very much Wallon!"

Wally rolled his eyes and smirked, hating being called `that' name, he got
off from the name-calling, `Walloon-the-goon', only for the occasion in
which they gathered there in the first place. He swore, soon as he got
rich, he was going to `x' it off his name. Then he got an idea, more
important than the ice cream, which he proceeded to help hand out, getting
`double-Wallooned', if he ever changed his name it would be to the name his
father always chose to call him, `Fletch'. Calling himself it a few times,
trying out saying it, his lips with the new taste of `fl' on them, he
instantly liked hearing it inside his mind, as well as saying it. However,
he slowly forgot about it as, across the way, he noticed how Jason and his
father hadn't left each other's company. Too, whenever anybody dropped by
his quadrant to give their condolences, his father gestured introducing
Jason to them.

"Walloon, would you like some ice cream?"

Looking up at the lady and then down at the dish of vanilla and chocolate,
doused in multi-colored sprinkles, it didn't interest him. "No thanks. Not
right now." Standing there, he still kept tabs on Jason and his father.

"No ice cream?" Tyler appears out of nowhere.

"Where have you been?" Wally asks, when Tyler interrupts his long-range
view.

"My dad wanted to have a talk with me. Serious stuff." Picking up a puddled
dish of ice cream, he asks Wally, "You don't want some?"

"Serious stuff? How does that go?" Wally asks, not that he didn't have some
serious stuff going on here too.

"You know how my mom is always falling over stuff and her breath smells
funny?"

His attention now on Tyler, Wally asks, "Didn't you tell me she had a car
accident?"

Pointing his finger, Tyler says, "That too! I heard a lot of yelling
downstairs last night and then dad told me he told her if she didn't get
her act together to get out. I asked him what that meant and he said if she
didn't stop drinking that was it!"

Like a detective, Wally reviews the facts, based on what Tyler has already
mentioned, "Did he say anything about her hitting you?"

"Yup. He says if she smacks me in the face or anyplace else I gotta tell
him and he preemanded her not to do it to me again."

Overall, Wally wasn't a bit surprised of the developments. Since, right
after their rumble on the floor, with their ensuing tight friendship, Tyler
has divulged much in the way of derogatory remarks, to add up to what's
been said today. However, Wally had a feeling his friend was holding back
on something and asks, "What else?"

Tyler looked all around, to his left, right and even a quick glance up in
the air, to make sure the coast was clear, no listening ears, nor the
presence of any lip-readers. In the closest confidence of secrecy, he leans
into Wally's ear and says in a whisper, "My dad has a boyfriend!"

Jaw-dropping open, Wally's eyes looked like they popped right out of their
sockets. "Boyfriend? What?" He questioned the `gay' aspect, but more
important, "Who?"

Smiling, now that he had Wally's complete attention, he furthers the quest
for knowledge, saying, "You'll never guess in a million years!" He rocks on
the heels of his shoes, a prop to keep his friend guessing

Wally thought about it for all of a few seconds, replying, "I can't. Tell
me."

Doing a quick crowd scan once more, Tyler leaned in, not to ear, just the
face and mentions, "Mr. `A'!"

He was shocked to say the least, but after having Jason give him a
fast-approach reason of why `goo' was squirting out of Mr. A's weiner, a
reaction of when somebody really likes somebody else, he was all prepared
to ask, "Does goo come out of Mr. A's weiner when he looks at your father?"

Explained to Tyler, by Wally, after that eventful day, it was cinch to
answer, "I dunno," shrugging his shoulders. "I never seen Mr. A's weiner
after we saw it the first time."

Then again, if a person likes a person, it probably meant Astopolis liked
Tyler's dad so much that probably he did make goo come out of his weiner!
After Wally explained this again, Tyler still reacted negatively.

"I don't know what to say," Wally said to his friend.

"Me neither. What's going to be weirder is... what to say to Mr. `A'?"

Shaking his head, Wally said of it, "I dunno Tyler. I know it's a long
time, but we've only got two weeks of school left before summer. We can
pretend we don't know!"

First Wally's ever heard Tyler condemn himself, "Good idea!" Liking it,
Tyler cautions, "I dunno thought, with `my big mouth' though?"

It made Wally smile, saying, "This should be a challenge for you."

They've talked about challenge in school, especially in gym class and Tyler
agrees, "I'll say!"

Then the usual questions followed, Wally wondering if Tyler's father and
Mr. `A' were going out on a date and what his mother would think.

Of course Tyler didn't have an answer, but from experience, whenever
circumstances which regarded himself, like going on a class trip or a
soccer game came up, later on his mother would have no recollection.

With Tyler's father recalling him, Wally figured his friend was in for
another powwow. Turning around, his jaw dropped open for a second time,
seeing something mighty peculiar, Jason's hand on the side of his
father. He placed his own right hand around his side, to get an idea of
where Jason's hand was situated on his father's bod. It came to rest right
above his belt line, between his arm and side, and as Jason and his father
talked to two other men, his father moved, Jason's hand slipping around the
back, even moving up and down before taking a rest!

Deciding to take a closer look he realizes something else. The two men they
are talking to, one is doing the same thing to the other guy that Jason is
doing to his father! Next, his father shakes hands with one of the other
men, Jason soon following.

Soon as he got close enough, his father says, "Fletch," he forgot about the
`Wally' this time, "I'd like you to meet our new neighbors, Taylor Ranger,"
the one who did what Jason was doing, "and his partner Marc Jacobs."

Shaking both gentlemen's hands, Wally asks, "Do you work at the same
place?" In school the teacher had talked about partners, in business, so
this is why Wally thought they could be business partners.

Neither Marc, nor Taylor, knew how to properly answer Wally's question and
being Pieter knew this, dealt with it with his son, "Marc and Taylor are
going to be living together in the house next door."

Seeing how chummy Jason was with his dad, Wally suggests, "Then maybe Jason
can live with us!"

Marc smiled, tearing himself and Taylor away, saying, "Good luck explaining
that one, Piet!"

First thing Wally notices, "Piet?" (aka Pete), "Is that your name from now
on, dad?"

Smiling, Wally's father replies, "I'm not picky about what people call me,
as long as it's not..." his response not for appropriate for a sixth
graders' ears, he says, "late for dinner!"

With `dinner' now on Wally's mind, even though he had adequate portions of
chicken wings, asks, "Do we have to go back to that house tonight?"

"Y'know I was thinking about that!"

Ranger and Jacobs excused themselves. Too, they had something else to
spring on the trio of neighbors, but were sure they would be seeing each
other again.

 Wally and his father looked to Jason.

"I don't know how you two feel about it, but with her dying in the house
and all," Jason shrugs both shoulders and shivers in an eerie manner, "it
kind of gives me the creeps!"

Just what Wally was thinking about, admiring for Jason thinking up the same
thing, "Yeah, dad. Do we have to sleep there? We might get scared by her
ghost!"

It gave Jason a cackle, Wally's dad saying, "Like oh my God! How did you
know I'm so afraid of ghosts!"

Wally laughs, when Jason calls his father, "Wimp!"

Then Wally comes up with a brilliant plan, "Hey, I know... we can stay at
Jason's house!"

"Not!" Jason rules out immediately, waving his flattened hands back and
forth, like warding off a ghost!

"We can't?"

Pieter was quick to jump in, cover for Jason, but also give parental
judgement, "Fletch, it's not polite to invite yourself to someone else's
house?"

"Sorry, Jason," Wally replies. "But can we?"

"I give up!" Pieter threw his hands in the air, slapping his thighs.

Jason says, "I would love to, but there is a very good reason why it is not
a good idea."

Jason thought Wally would leave it as such, but probes instead, "What's not
a good idea Jason? I thought we were friends!"

Pieter didn't say, but was curious himself. Along with his son, he waited
for an answer forthcoming, the two looking Jason in the face.

"The truth? I'm in between places." Throwing his thumb over his shoulder,
towards the road, he says, "My junk is in the truck."

Turning to his father, Wally says, excitedly, "I got an idea dad?"

"What?" his dad gives him his undivided attention.

"How come Jason can't come stay with us?" Wally met him with exclamation,
plus refocusing on a thought from before.

Unknown to Wally, because it was hidden in his mind, Pieter Van Dam was
thinking the same thing, but more directly, not just inside the house, but
further, up the stairs, behind the closed door of his bedroom. At least the
one he left behind. Thinking of such, it gave proof to his son `why' it
would not be a good idea, "I think it's a good idea, but not a good idea,
son."

Both Wally and Jason gave him a strange look, Jason bailing him out, "Oh
right." Then to Wally, "The ghost!"

Looking to Jason, then to Wally, his father says, "Yeah, `the ghost'!"

So at least it was decided, after clearing out, the three headed towards a
motel, Pieter following Jason, since he knew just about all the motels in
the region.

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Copyright 2011 T. Chase McPhee

`THe FoiLs of FLeTcH VaN DaM' may not be sold, nor made part of any
collection, without prior consent from the author.

"The more you stretch, the more you can fit in... spread happiness!" TCMcP