Date: Sat, 21 May 2022 20:46:34 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Rich boy, Poor boy Chapter 4

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RICH BOY, POOR BOY
CHAPTER FOUR
By Ryan White

"What the fuck am I doing...I'm about to bring a homeless gay dude that I
barely know, but it's the same one that I get super-duper ass hard for
whenever I think about him, into our house for the weekend with my
conservative parents away on their anniversary...shoot me now, but I don't
wanna stop this...I really, really wanna see him..."

Kieran, not so patiently, tapped his fingers restlessly against the closed
window of his mother's car and he smirked slyly, when he thought that if
she knew where her pride and joy was at this moment and time, she would
most probably have had a heart attack. Kieran breathed in and out, gently
at first, but his heart was racing.

He saw Gizmo standing at the door of the soup kitchen with that looked like
an overnight bag, along with the elder lady called the Mother Superior, who
was in charge of this whole shin dig, and they were looking right at him
whilst they were talking, in fact more once or twice the sixteen-year-old
Kieran saw Gizmo pointing his finger towards him and then it seemed like he
was busy explaining something to the nun, which Kieran knew wasn't much of
a surprise. The Mother Superior, in all the time that he has been doing
community service here in this godforsaken homeless little village, he
fully knew that she took responsibility for Gizmo and of course, what
trouble he got up to, so in trying to explain that Kieran, although not a
complete stranger, but still, had invited him to spend the weekend at his
house, probably sounded a little farfetched to be real.

Kieran sighed and shook his head as there was finally some movement from
the door area, as he saw the elder nun and a very gloomy, very sulky Gizmo
both make their way towards him. Oh boy...there was probably going to be
questions now about why Kieran would want Gizmo at his place for the entire
weekend, and given the stories that went around about Gizmo at this place,
how he sleeps with every guy he sees, with absolutely no moral values, he
forced himself to be neutral, if that was at all possible.

Gizmo did something to him that Kieran yet couldn't fully understand. They
had an instant click, an instant bond, if you would, and a couple of days
ago, Gizmo had sucked off his teenage cock for the very first time and
quite frankly, he had been dreaming of the guy every night since he first
met him. Unable to put said feelings into words, all that he knew was that
he desperately wanted to be with Gizmo, he wanted to be near him, he wanted
to caress him, kiss him, laugh and shoot the shit with him, all and all,
he...he just really missed him.

"Kieran?"

The latter rolled down the window of the driver's side of the car and
smiled as friendly as he could towards the old lady. Inside, he was
shaking, and he felt that she could read his mind at that moment. Right
behind her, Gizmo rolled his eyes but he smiled happily when he saw
Kieran's eyes flicker towards his own.

"Afternoon, Mam. I suppose Gizmo told you that I invited him to spend the
weekend at my place? Hope everything is okay?" Kieran said, as politely as
he could. He could have sworn he saw the wise old nun's eyes narrow just a
tad, before she glanced towards Gizmo, and then finally back to him.

"My dear boy, are you quite sure what you are letting yourself in for? I
care about Gizmo deeply, but he can be quite a handful, you know."

Behind her Gizmo was folding his arms and pretended to vomit.

Kieran nodded, whilst trying his best not to laugh at his buddy's antics,
before looking the Mother Superior in the eye.

"I know, Mam. And I kinda feel sorry for Gizmo...there are not a lot of
kids here our age and we have always gotten on well ever since we met...and
as you know my dad had gotten a restraining order against my former best
friend Andy, so it's not like we can really hang out."

The Mother Superior swung her neck back towards Gizmo, who immediately
stopped his mocking of her and nodded what he hoped would be to confirming
everything that Kieran was saying. With a sigh and with a look towards the
heavens she smiled and signalled Gizmo to get into the car. The latter
smile widened happily instantly, as if he had woken up with a hanger in his
mouth, before gently opening up the passenger side of the expensive BMW and
getting inside.

Kieran breathed, and was about to turn the key into the engine when...

"Kieran, a moment, please? Outside."

Kieran frowned and looked at Gizmo, confused as fuck, but the latter just
shrugged his shoulders and altered his attention to the car's sound
system. Nervous as hell, Kieran got out of the car and felt like he was
walking on egg shells, whilst making her way over to the Mother Superior.

"Now Kieran, I expect that you have invited Gizmo to your home, because
your parents won't be there this weekend?"

Kieran, suddenly and severely, turned several blushes of red before he
slowly, and embarrassingly, nodded, his eyes everywhere except facing the
lady herself.

"I thought so. Look, my boy, the Lord made everyone with tender, love and
care in this world and that is why we don't discriminate...but sadly, I do
know that your parents would not be as welcoming to having Gizmo there, as
you clearly are."

Kieran looked back at Gizmo, who was rocking his head to some kind of music
that he probably had gotten from the car's radio, before turning his eyes
back to the nun.

"They aren't gonna be home, Mam. It's their anniversary. So, I just
thought..."

"Look, Kieran, just as I have come to care for Gizmo like he was my own
son, I have come to care about you as well. Your outburst towards Carla the
other day, the whole way you went above and beyond to protect and defend
him, well, it made a lot of things rather crystal clear...I'm gonna ask you
one question and I'll expect an honest answer. Am I correct in saying that
you feel more towards that boy in your car, than just pure friendship?"

If Kieran had been red in his face before, he was God damn glowing like a
pregnant woman right now. His eyes widened as his hands were suddenly all
clammy and sweaty. His chest heaved slightly, because he all of a sudden
couldn't breathe on his own. He reached up and clutched his chest through
his t-shirt before stuttering what he felt was a decent reply, but before
he could, the nun took him in her arms.

Kieran gasped as he felt her arms around him, and it wasn't a stronghold of
anger, or of disgust either. It was nothing but love in its purest form, as
the Mother Superior held him towards her.

"It's okay, my boy. It's okay. I know...an old woman knows these things,"
she whispered before she let him go.

Kieran's eyes were bloodshot, but he was breathing normally more and more,
finally calming down to the fact that someone out there knew his deepest,
darkest secret...one that he frankly, thought would be hidden forever, what
with the deeply religious parents that he had to endure.

He sniffed a couple of times before he laid his eyes on Gizmo one more
time.

"I...I can't help it...I tried...but I just can't..."

The nun smiled at him and patted Kieran on his shoulder.

"Go to him, then. Enjoy the weekend. And DO NOT get into any more trouble!
You hear?"

"Yes Mam!" Kieran said, with a genuine smile and happily returned to his
mother's car.

"What did Batwoman want?" Gizmo asked as he immediately turned the noise
down the moment Kieran got into the car.

"Nah, it was nothing. Relax. Can we go now? Or you wanna stay here for the
weekend?"

He shuddered as he felt Gizmo's hand, quite suddenly being placed onto his
own, demanding entry. With a warm feeling streaking across his chest and
even more so, his heart, Kieran blinked a couple of times, just at the
innocence, the rawness of the gesture, and he immediately allowed their
hands to join together, at last becoming one.

"Drive on, Rich Boy," came the snickering laughter from right next to him.



**



"JESUS CHRIST!"

Kieran drove his mother's car into their property, where the double story
house was situated right in the most expensive part inside the democratic
town of Freedom. It towered above all the other homes within the nearby
vicinity, and from what Kieran had heard his parents talk and brag about
over the years, it certainly was the biggest establishment within the small
town.

He laughed as he saw Gizmo's eyes flashing and devouring all of such
riches, him seeing such luxury in person, probably for the very first time
in his sixteen-year-old life, before parking the car in front of the garage
and switching off the engine.

"Close your mouth, or do you want your face to get fucking stuck that way,"
he giggled as Gizmo finally closed his gob and looked back at Kieran with a
mixture of disbelief as well as being severely impressed slashed all over
his beautiful, boyish facial features.

"All of this...is yours?" he said, awe inside his voice was clear for
everyone to hear.

"Not my house. Not my money. I'm not rich, my parents are rich," Kieran
said with a smirk.

"Shut up, Rich Boy. Dude, you know, I'm not sure about this, hey...like for
real, what if I break something in there or I spill something on some
carpet, or what if I make a mess in the bathroom, probably comes with
golden taps and some shit..."

"WILL YOU RELAX? Gizmo look...I really...I mean...I want you here. I mess
and spill stuff like all the time, and my parents has never killed me or
kicked me out..."

"Yeah, but you're like their son!"

"And I wish sometimes that I wasn't! Dude...I...I can't stop thinking about
you, okay? Tell me to stop, tell me to grow the fuck up, anything, but I
can't help it. Ever since...you know..."

The worry on Gizmo's stunning face made way for what could only be
described as a cunning ass smirk. His beautiful blue eyes rolled playfully,
before it roamed all over Kieran's muscled arms, his ripped teenage chest
that came from playing soccer, his good-looking face with those dark brown
eyes which has, just like Kieran it seems, dwarfed his own dreams that he
had about the boy.

He couldn't believe that someone like Kieran...popular, clearly handsome
and full of life, rich beyond belief, living in this huge ass mansion of a
house, was into him. It just didn't make sense! But when he looked into
Kieran's eyes, it was like all doubt just...just vanished from every part
of that was still full of worry and cautiousness.

"You mean, ever since I had your big cock in my mouth?"

Kieran blushed one more time and his teenage dick lunged with lust and
anticipation.

"Let's just get inside, okay? See what you fucking do to me..." he giggled
before he got out of the car, with Gizmo following in quick succession.



**



"Dude! FUCK! You've got a big ass pool! What the hell do you guys use it
for, training for the fucking Olympics?"

Kieran walked over towards where Gizmo was standing and wondered how far he
could try his luck...he really, quite frankly, he was craving, to show some
affection towards the boy but he just didn't know how comfortable Gizmo was
with that.

Yeah, they had their sperm swallowing session the other day, but that was
on Gizmo's turf. This, inside this big old house, riches and style which
Gizmo clearly didn't know, it was a whole different ball game.

Literally.

He took a deep breath, and stood next to Gizmo, and together for two boys
were quiet for a moment, just allowing Gizmo to take all of this in. Hoping
to God that he wasn't making a big ass mistake, he reached upwards and
gently placed his arms around his buddy's shoulders. He could have sworn he
heard Gizmo gasping for air, just a little, and he pulled the boy into his
embrace.

"What are you doing..."

"Sorry...I didn't mean..."

"No, numb nuts! I don't care what you do...this is your house and all...I
just...are there like, cameras here?"

Kieran chuckled and shook his head.

"If there are, then I don't even know about them. Baby, please. Just relax,
will you?"

Gizmo stiffened, almost immediately, and Kieran could sense at once that
something was terribly, terribly wrong right then. Gizmo sniffed a few
times, before Kieran shocking realised that the boy was crying.

"Jesus...dude...what did I do? What did I say?"

Gizmo angrily wiped his tears with the back of his elbow, before grabbing
Kieran so tightly that he almost squeezed the living bejeezus out of
him. Shocked at the boy's behaviour, Kieran held Gizmo to his chest, to his
body, and to his heart. Soft, soft sobs was wrecking through Gizmo's body
and Kieran was powerless to help him, it seemed.

Kieran gently buried his face in the crook of Gizmo's neck...and held him
even closer, more than before. He could feel Gizmo calming down, as he was
continuing to caress his back and kissing his temple. His lips on Gizmo's
skin felt fantastic, as if they belonged there, as if it was meant to be
this particular way, as if it was destined to have happened.

"That's what my Mom used to call me..."

"Sorry, what?"

"That...that word, Babe...that's what my mom used to call me. My dad hated
it; he made her stop eventually. You're the first person other than her
to...you know..." Gizmo said, trembling as he did.

Gizmo, still holding Kieran close, looked up towards his buddy, and his
beautiful brown eyes...and licking his lips, he couldn't look away...my
god, Kieran was the sexiest, most delicious boy he had ever seen...

Slowly but surely, Gizmo felt like he was being pushed back gently onto the
sofa behind him. All thoughts that perhaps, more likely than not, these
clothes were way too dirty and way to see though to even remotely be on a
leather couch this valuable, but that was far out of his thoughts at that
moment and time. To his surprise, Kieran had nothing but care in his eyes
for him...FOR HIM, the homeless boy from the homeless village.

Kieran leaned down and kissed Gizmo's neck, hungrily, like a lion cub would
attack a piece of raw meat, so much so, that the latter boy growled in pure
pleasure. Four sets of hands travelled all over the place, grabbing,
caressing whatever pieces of flesh and hair they could find, they bodies
were like bunny rabbits to an outsider...they were horny as hell and their
partner was ready and available.

Kieran, with a crazed look inside his brown eyes, ripped Gizmo's t-shirt
apart, completely destroying the scantily piece of clothing that was
already full of so much holes that it really didn't matter...and dived in
to pleasure the boy he cared about so much, even more. Kisses, raw, hungry,
starving, was planted all over Gizmo's skinny white torso, his tongue felt
like it was on fucking fire...the last time they did anything sexual, it
was Gizmo who had pleasured him to the moon and back.

It was about time to return the favour.

Gizmo grabbed the back of Kieran's head, and caressed the back hairs that
he found onto to launch his groin area upwards as he felt Kieran's hands
roughly pulling at his six-and-a-half-inch teenage dick. The blond boy was
heaving pretty damn serious right now, at the complete and utter sight of
this rich, posh, handsome fella who was about to make all his wet dreams
come the fuck true.

Kieran smiled towards Gizmo and leaned down to kiss the fabric of the
shorts that the boy was wearing, which as covering his dick, before he
urgently grabbed it at the seams and pulled it off like a fucking
maniac. To his surprise, the boy was going commando all this time, and that
homeless stiff as a nail, six incher looked good enough to devour. He
carefully wrapped his clammy fist around the kid's organ, and he hissed as
he did so...all his life, he wanted this to happen, this particular moment
where he would finally have another boy's pride and joy inside the palm of
his hands, and pretty soon, inside his mouth.

"Are you just wanna watch it, or you're gonna suck it, Rich Boy?"

Kieran licked his lips...jesus christ, there was even pre cum dripping from
the flaring red piss slit...he gave the cock one more tug, once more jerk,
removing its tight foreskin and then he dove in.

Gizmo yelped like an injured kitten as he felt his cock enveloped by the
virgin mouth of the one boy who had come to be so damn important to him,
more than any other. Kieran's sexual experience was thus far totally
limited to muffing and fucking girls so he basically was a complete and
utter virgin when it came to sucking a cock, but he wanted it, he needed
this! He had watch enough gay porn in the past to know exactly what had to
be done, and also, what he would want his own seven incher to be treated
as, therefore, doing the same to Gizmo's.

He nearly ovulated, if that was at all possible, with the sheer taste of
this boy's dick...he might have been homeless and living in squalor, but he
was clean as a whistle...the little shit must have known what laid in wait
for him this weekend, Kieran was sure of that. He glided his tongue up and
down the stiff cock, amazed at the taste and flavour that seemed to just
radiate from the pulsing teenage organ.

Above him Gizmo was going absolutely ballistic at what Kieran was doing,
the warm, wet snake skating across his young, boyish fuck stick, simmering
over that big vein that seemed to THROB by itself every time it was
enveloped by hot, sticky wet goodness. Kieran, with hormones flooding
through him, gobbled up the dick faster and faster until Gizmo eventually
started to fuck his mouth, over and over, harder and harder until he was
screaming out Kieran's name in pure sexual desire.

Kieran took the dick out of his mouth in order to get some air, before
Gizmo signalled at him to come closer, upwards towards himself. He pulled
Kieran to him by his shirt, as if he was taking too long to heed the
command, before slamming his lips onto Kieran's when he was close
enough. Together, the two boys felt like they were inside a real-life orgy,
it felt, there was literally limbs everywhere they looked.

Gizmo pulled back, and he looked severely serious for a moment, before
caressing the side of Kieran's handsome face.

"You're so hot...you're so hot..."

"You're more...Jesus, when last did you look inside a mirror...?

Gizmo smashed his lips onto his buddy's one more time, but this time it was
different. Something had changed, it felt, inside both boys. The kisses
were less frantic, more intense, more passionate. Their hearts were in sync
at full speed, their emotions all over the place, but both boys
instinctively knew, somewhere in the back of their testosterone filled
minds, that they needed to be together...that life in general was more
happier, more prettier, and most importantly...at that moment neither boy
wanted to be without the other.

Kieran released the kiss one more time, pressing his forehead to Gizmo's,
to allow them to share a bit of much needed air.

"Gotta finish the job..." he whispered, smilingly slowly, before playfully
kissing Gizmo's nose, before leaning down onto his knees, and facing that
delicious teenage dick one final time.

The steel like six incher stiffened even more, before Kieran bravely took
another swipe at the melting piss slit, eliciting another inward grown by
Gizmo himself. Slowly he took the dick into his mouth before really going
to town. He knew what he wanted and he wanted it now. He wanted Gizmo's
sperm. His cum...his motherfucking ball juice...there was a deep, deep
desire within his soul to wanna taste it...to swallow it...he was so
delirious, he wanted to fucking BATHE in it.

He concentrated on the boy's cockhead, stimulating it with his wet, warm
tongue like never before, he felt Gizmo's lower tummy lunged in sheer
exhaustion, but he couldn't care less. He caressed that hard cock with a
mad man's rejoice, the taste was indescribable.

That dick was leaking so much damn pre cum right then, he was amazed that
Gizmo even had fluids left inside his sexy ass boy body. Gizmo tapped the
side of his face and Kieran knew that meant he as close...thus he doubled
his efforts.

Above him Gizmo's eyes seemed to roll back into his sockets as he felt
nothing but warmth and love spread form his groin area...as his cockhead as
sucked and chewed over and over by an even more horny Kieran, desperate for
Mario and Luigi to present him with that potent, white teenage boy sperm he
craved so fucking much.

Gizmo's hands were balled into stiff fists and he was pounding the
expensive leather couch like he wasn't having a care in the world, before
it felt like his cockhead had exploded.

There was sperm absolutely everywhere and Kieran, with his limited
experience in gay porn, was of course caught completely off-guard. He had
no idea how much Gizmo could cum, and he had a feeling he now knew where
the boy had gotten than nickname from...God, it was all over the place, on
his face, in his mouth, there were strings of sperm dangling from his lips,
forget the couch that was covered in an even bigger white, watery mess...

Gizmo was tired as hell, it felt like his soul had just been ripped out of
his body through his dick. He slumped forwards, but Kieran caught him just
in time.

"I got you...I got you...I won't let you go..." he whispered in Gizmo's ear
as he did so, before he felt two tired and heavy arms reach around his
neck.

"I know...I know, man...I trust you...I trust you..." Gizmo said, his eyes
only full of tenderness and emotion as he took in Kieran's handsome
features, before landing one more gentle kiss on the boy's lips.



**



Kieran got the feeling that Gizmo wanted to be left alone for a while after
their session, he couldn't place his finger on it, but there was something
upsetting his friend, and he desperately wanted to know why, not for
gossip, not at all, but if he could help Gizmo in any shape or form...with
whatever he was going through, then why not?

With having ruined Gizmo's shirt, Kieran told him that he could choose any
shirt from his cupboard upstairs after both boys had taken a shower,
separately unfortunately, and he was patiently wating for the boy to come
back down. When he finally did, it was as if Kieran was really seeing him
for the first time...dressed in clothes that actually seemed to fit him,
clothes that didn't have any holes in them...his blond hair still wet from
his shower, so freshly washed that it fucking shone in the late afternoon
sunlight, he looked so handsome, it was insane!

Gizmo walked up to Kieran and sat down next to him, before leaning into the
latter boy and placed his head on his shoulder. Without even thinking, or
in fact blinking, Kieran returned the gesture and placed his arm around
Gizmo. For a while the two of them sat in total silence before Kieran heard
Gizmo clear his throat...

"I...uh...I was twelve when, you know...my dad found out about me. I was so
stupid, so naive, I mean, every little thing that I was feeling, I wrote
down in my diary. My dad always used to say, our family might be poor, but
we were decent, hard-working people. No one would be able to point a finger
to us. And then...one day this new boy came into our 6th grade class. There
was just something about him, I couldn't fucking understand it. All I knew
was, I wanted to be his friend. I liked him. I wanted to be with him, geez,
not in THAT way, just...be with him."

Gizmo took a long breath and Kieran caressed his skinny shoulders that
seemed to shudder underneath his very touch, waiting for him to go on.

"My mom...she was a fucking angel. When you called me Babe..."

"...I'm so sorry about that..."

"Can I finish? When you called me that, it felt like my mother was still
here, the only person who had ever loved me. I know what you're thinking,
and yes, I suppose my dad probably loved me at some point, but considering
what he did... When she died, my father fell apart and I had to keep things
going, me...an only child and a boy too, what did I know about cooking and
cleaning...anyway, he found my diary one afternoon...and you gotta know
that I wrote EVERYTHING down, how I felt about that boy. He...oh fuck
Kieran, he was so angry. I thought he was gonna have a heart attack, he was
so way out of it. He told me to get out and never come back, and that he
was ashamed to be my dad. I've been on the streets ever since."

Kieran gripped Gizmo's shoulders tighter, and pulled him closer, so that
his head was resting on his upper chest.

"You don't have to go on..."

"I do. You mean everything to me, if you didn't already fucking realise
it. I can't explain it, but when I'm with you, I feel like I can go on. It
feels like I'm fucking flying on a broomstick and I can't stop, won't
stop. I've never, ever felt this way before, you gotta believe me."

Kieran leaned down and kissed the top of Gizmo's head, to which the latter
responded by snuggling ever closer.

"And to think, if me and my ex-buddy Andy hadn't stolen that car, I
wouldn't have been given community service and me and you wouldn't ever
have met," he said, kissing Gizmo's forehead one more time.

He could hear Gizmo sniff one more time, and he felt the boy kiss his
shoulder.

"I've done stuff, Kieran. Stuff that if you knew, you wouldn't wanna have
anything to do with me. I had to. You don't understand what it's like out
there! You're living on the streets, anything can happen. You need to make
deals; you need to have someone protect you. To have your back! And
unfortunately...some of those things can't be paid with money..."

Kieran stiffened, and Gizmo felt it. The latter sat upright and took both
of Kieran's hands inside his own. Kieran blinked...as he realised that this
was the first time that Gizmo had EVER called him by his real name, and not
simply "Rich Boy" ...this had to be serious.

"You don't have to tell me, honestly..."

"You don't care that I've probably had the entire village fuck me in the
ass?"

Kieran closed his eyes and sighed. Jesus, that's what he was afraid of.

He knew that there was some truth to what people were saying, before they
became close, Gizmo's entire cocky attitude and mannerisms had shown what
he was all about. He somehow hoped that it wasn't true, and now he had to
decide if he could stomach being with someone that had been with so many
people...

Gizmo probably saw the sudden doubt in his eyes, because he jumped up and
wiped his eyes.

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, look, I'll just go, I'll get my things
and go back to the village, dunno what the fuck I was thinking, you and
this house and I can never fucking mix..."

Kieran jumped up and kissed Gizmo.

It was soft, tender, simple, innocent and full of passion. That time, it
wasn't about sex for either boy. That wasn't needed, but intimacy was. Both
boys gasped for air once they finally allowed their lips to separate, and
Gizmo was clinging to Kieran's t-shirt like his left depended on it. He
swallowed a fair few times, before shaking his head...

"Dude...I'm nothing but a slut..."

Something within Kieran BROKE right there and then...

"Will you shut the fuck up? Don't you get it, you idiot? I love you!"

Gizmo's eyes bulged out of its sockets, his mouth hung open and his eyes
were piecing through those of Kieran's...

"What did you say?" he croaked out, still holding onto to Kieran's shirt.

There was no turning back now...he said it.

He finally said it and he meant it. He didn't know what he was feeling
towards Gizmo until now...until he had called himself a slut, that was
it. That was when Kieran Smith knew. That's when he knew why he missed
Gizmo beyond belief when they were separated, why he often thought about
him, but he couldn't care to have Carla say all that shit about him.

What he previously didn't have a name for was suddenly wide open before his
eyes.

Jesus Christ...he loved him! He loved Gizmo!

"I...I said...fuck this, man...I love you, dude! I really do, I...I just
didn't realise it, but I do...oh god, I'm probably freaking you out so
badly right now..."

Gizmo finally managed, it seems, to regain control over his emotions and
over his body, because Kieran felt a single finger underneath his chin,
gently moving his face upwards to look at him.

"Are you blind, man?" he softly whispered, caressing Kieran's face one more
time.

"Seriously, do I have to spell it out? I fucking worship you, man!" he said
once more, tears rolling down his eyes.

Kieran's heart lunged inside his chest. Jesus.

"I love you so much..." he croaked out before he leaned in for another
kiss, what felt like the millionth one they had shared, but it was also by
far the most important.

Neither of the two boys noticed a key turning in the lock of the front
door, the magic of both admitting that they loved each other was way too
much to worry about normal things like that...

"I still cannot believe they double booked us with another couple...WHAT
THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

"Jesus...DAD!"

Kieran and Gizmo came apart from each other quicker than you could say
"busted". Kieran's eyes were as wide as saucers...perhaps his father hadn't
seen them kissing...?

No such luck.

Gordon Smith looked like he was suffering from a mini stroke. His face was
as red as blood, his fists were balled and his eyes were ready to kill.

"YOU...HOW DARE YOU...MY OWN SON...GET OUT...I SAID GET OUT!"

"Dad, please..."

"GET OUT! NOW! BEFORE I STRANGLE YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS!"



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THANKS FOR READING!!

Oh god...now Kieran's dad knows...what the heck is gonna happen to the two
teenage lovers now??

Also, thanks a bunch for being so patient with me, all the emails asking
for more chapters, I appreciate y'all sticking with the story xx

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