Date: Wed, 27 Nov 2019 08:53:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Foster Boy Part 7 (Young Friends) Next morning I knew I was supposed to stay in my room but I thought fuck it and sneaked down to use the computers and check my email. Ben had replied which I was pleased about... "Hi Matt, Wow lucky you, your own room! I'm sharing with my sister sometimes and my dad other times depending on the bed set up. Not getting as much time to wank as I'd like! Holiday is amazing though, have seen Orangutans and heading onto a volcano crater lake in a couple of days. I miss you though, it would be more fun if you were here!" My heart skipped a bit when I read he missed me. I sent my reply: "Hey Ben, sounds great, lucky you! parents are out again today but its an afternoon by the pool for me. I'll definitely email you tomorrow, apparently we're going out for a big celebration tonight! I miss you too x" I agonised about putting the little x there but thought fuck it and went for it. It was 2 o clock and they weren't back, and I was meeting Steve at 2.15. At 2.02 I decided to go and check their room and then hopefully head to the pool , I left my room and realised I'd forgotten my book. I tried to get back in but the room key didn't work. Nor would it let me head up to Mary and Pete's room on a different floor. Only down to reception, cursing I went down to reception, in just my t shirt and swim shorts. "Hi, my room key won't work, it's 2211". The man did some tapping away and look confused "I'm sorry sir, you checked out of that room this morning", "there must be some mistake, I definitely didn't check out! My parents room is 2832, can you let me have access to their floor from the lift so I can check if they're back.". He did a bit more tapping and looked concerned. "I'm sorry sir, they also checked out this morning". I started to panic, what the fuck was going on. "Er Ok. Are you sure?" The man called the concierge over and they had a brief conversation, "he says he remembers picking bags up from 2832, and calling a taxi for the airport." My panic levels started to go nuclear, what was going on? I stood there at reception, a queue forming behind me. "Maybe there's a misunderstanding sir, why don't you take a seat and once I've dealt with the gentlemen behind you we can try and sort it out" I nodded and went to sit down, then remembered I was meeting Steve, I rushed to the toilet, he grinned when he saw me. "No time for fun Steve! " I explained the situation and he saw my panic. "Hey Matt, calm down, I'll go and speak to my parents and we'll look after you while you wait for it to be fixed.". I nodded, panicking slightly less, , "Hey Steve, could I send a quick email on your phone". He smiled, "yeah of course, emailing your boyfriend?". I blushed and he giggled, "lucky boy," I logged in, Ben had replied but I didn't have time to read it, I just fired off a quick panicky email: "Fuck! Help Ben!I dunno what's happened but Mary and Pete seem to have checked out and left me here all alone! Probably a mistake but am hoping reception will sort it out and it's all a misunderstanding.". I then said to Steve I should go back and wait in reception, he said he'd go and find his parents and meet us there. I got back to reception and went to sit down, almost beside myself with worry, what had happened? Had they been abducted? It must be a misunderstanding. A few minutes later a well dressed British guy came up to me, "Matt? I'm Greg Martin, I work for the British Embassy. I understand there's an issue with your parents leaving you behind?". I looked at him in surprise, "Yes but that was quick, how did you know?" "I was actually in the hotel on embassy business when I got the call. Don't worry, this is more common than you think, I could make a good Home Alone sequel with the experiences I've seen!". I looked at him blankly, what was Home Alone?. "Never mind, I guess it's a generational thing. You stay here and I'll make some calls" he said and wandered away with his mobile. He came back a few minute later "Ok well it seems they have left the country. But don't worry, we'll sort this out. You can stay with me and my family tonight and tomorrow we can hopefully get you home. Does anyone else know you're here? Friends? Family?" He asked. "No family, I'm a foster kid so Mary and Pete are my family, no, and no, no friends. This was all so last minute that I didn't have time to tell anyone" I said lying, it wasn't important for him to know I'd messaged Ben and I wanted to keep somethings to myself. I then remembered Steve and his parents were coming to help me but this guy was from the embassy, he would be able to fix it. I could always pop back later to see Steve. He led me outside and I got into a car with his driver, as we pulled off the receptionist ran out waving at us in an urgent slightly panicked looking at me. "Shit, forgot to tip him, next time" said Greg laughing. We drove to a very fancy looking house, surrounded by security gates and guards outside. He saw my surprise at the security, "ISIS and terrorism is still active and as an embassy worker I have to be careful". I nodded, it made sense from what little I'd picked up on the news at home. We got to the house and he introduced me to his 15 year old son Andy, he was tall and dark haired and tanned from the sun, he looked at me in surprise."Already?" He said to Greg, "Change of plan" Greg said, "will fill you in later". I looked confused and Greg laughed, "family joke!". They took me to a guest room and Greg got me settled. I was able to swim in the pool while Greg made some calls. He told me that he'd arranged for me to fly home tomorrow, escorted by someone from the embassy. He hadn't been able to get hold of Mary and Pete but he was sure there was a logical explanation. We had a nice meal together although they were both evasive when I asked questions about Dubai and the Embassy. I could understand Greg couldn't say much but I was surprised Andy was so reticent. I was emotionally exhausted so I went to bed, I heard an argument outside my room as I dropped off to sleep...Andy sounded angry, although he was a teenager, I knew what it was like to get frustrated ar my parents! "Three days? Three fucking days? I need three fucking weeks! It's not just the physical side, it's the mental side, whats he worth to you if he's broken?"'You have three days, no longer., people are lining up already. There's a bidding war. You've seen him, he's beautiful. Get it done. Then you're free to go.......within reason", "Ok three fucking days, but I want some security, I don't want to be another body in the desert......." I heard Andy say as the conversation moved away from the room. What the fuck were they talking about? Were they talking about me? I assumed not but it was a fucking weird conversation. Anyway, this time tomorrow I'd hopefully be on my way back home and could work out what the fuck was going, I fell asleep, emotionally exhausted.....