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HIM ALL ALONG GOOD MORNING
WENDY: It is 4:26 A.M. I shook Frederick from slumber, but he was too deep asleep to move on my lap. He had shut down right after he thrice confirmed his love for me. He laid his head comfortably on my right shoulder with his legs stretched to the door. His banded hair had loosened out of the tie, and the curls half covered his restful face. I stroke his back warmly as he snored softly. His sweats gummed on my skin, and his fluid from earlier stuck below my abdomen. We both smell like after-sex, but somehow, I love it. Frederick smells natural. It is not a smell that can easily be rooted to roses or candies; it is similar to air, refreshing and enlivening, yet indescribable. “Wen…” He whispered unconsciously, and I smiled over his cuteness. “Can we go in now?” I asked without hope of a response. Frederick looks tired. He should be. After the hectic fight day at school and long sex at night, he should have nothing but weak bones. Carefully, I lifted his naked body and took us o
HIM ALL ALONG RIGHT CHOICES
NICHOLAS: Park and Wendy were entertaining enough. Our togetherness was worthy. They tried to keep me in stay, which I desired, but I couldn’t ditch my job for them; I needed it. I must earn. They are fortunate not to dwell their lives on the scope of daily earnings. I do not wish them such a petite livelihood; perhaps, if they taste a tip of it, they will learn to push me to work at each due time. Nevertheless, I comprehend their insistence. None of them have come to see and know that I am someone who survives on a meager income. I never told them, and I am still unwilling to expose my living is on Mrs. Freyet's wages. There was a time when I had the self-deceit that telling them would keep me at a distance from them. It isn’t true. They are conspicuous rich kids, yet compassionate. However, Park may insist on his dramatic outburst and issue a temporary end, but I know Wendy wouldn’t play such a callous act. Wendy is a solicitous being, the reason I value him more. He knows of my
HIM ALL ALONG SENSUAL AND FACTUAL
NICHOLAS: Our kiss exploded. Rahul matched my force and drive. He does want this. As starved as he had been, his kisses couldn’t go tender. I love the roughness and scratches. But I want to listen and adhere to Rahul’s liking this time. Being rough is not him; he may be responding to my wolf, but he remains an adoring sheep. I pulled out of his mouth, and he peered sternly at me. I countered his stricken stare with my softened eyes, palmed his cheeks, and kissed them lightly. “Hey,” my voice coarsed on his skin. “You good?” He is. I only wanted to lift him out of his rousing intensity. He sank into my palm, rubbing his cheek tenderly. He reverted and kissed it. “Yes,” he mumbled. I returned a long kiss to him, and he closed his eyes to the warmth, smiling happily. I moved down to his neck, and when I planted a kiss on it, he vibrated and moaned. There, a sensitive body part of his. I kissed it more, and he reacted indifferently. Rahul's quivers and moans gave me little satisf
HIM ALL ALONG CAN I UNHEAR THIS?
NICHOLAS:Under the spouting faucet, I dutifully washed sweat and sperm off our bodies. It was an enthralling sex, one I had never had until Rahul.The satisfaction I had with Rahul had me trapped and refrained. It stimulated numerous thoughts that I joggled with confusion throughout our late wash.Rahul had appeared brittle after the sex. He could barely keep his eyes open, and to ensure he didn’t tire away to sleep, I voluntarily offered a joint shower and took the mantle to wash him up.“All good,” I announced when I found him cleaned and sparkling.“Thank you. Do you need help?”“I got it. Go on.”I sent him to bed for some privacy, to browse for a decision on a quick time alone.I felt good about the sex, real good, yet it didn’t open that part of me. I do not need to prolong the conclusion on the disguise of ‘need time to think.’The answer is known and will remain the same no matter how long I spend under this shower.Well, I will have to live with it. The only proper and sensib
HIM ALL ALONG EXPOSITORY
NICHOLAS: “Your lip is torn apart. How could you be alright?” “This is the least of my worries.” I peeped at Greg Bolt and Dr. Waldeen in a close that portrays a mother and son. My vision became fuzzy, and I nearly fainted. How could that be? Greg Bolt, Greg Waldeen? How do they turn out to be the same person? “You worry about my coming?” “Thanks for coming, but you shouldn’t have. It is expository, Mum. You will be making headlines, surely. How am I supposed to handle that?” “Do you implore I stay still when there was a call about your fight and bruises? Forgive me, Gregory, but I couldn’t hold in.” “Why do I think you are here just on hearing the fight?” “Don’t be mean.” “I am not so wrong.” “It is not proper to be called out in the day to see my son turning into a gangster, and Gregory, when have you lost your morals?” Okay, Dr. Waldeen must be dramatic. Greg, a gangster? That is hilarious. “I didn’t know that includes folding hands and getting beaten up. I am sorry fo
HIM ALL ALONG CHAOS
GREG:It aches. My head hurts. The aftermath of yesterday’s school turmoil kept me bedridden and contemplating the prospect of school until 7:17 a.m.At this hour, Mum and Dad would be out of the house, and Rose would be on her preparation and likely to leave the house before me.Unfazed by my potential lateness or that I may be keeping Mr. Sam at the bus stop, I placed my primary concern on the situation at school.It is sickening to indulge in a fight, but I do not regret defending myself, and that part feels brave.Larozo has always been a pest to everyone at school. His persistent animosity and troubles weren’t surprising, but involving Faruk, the half-African boy, was unexpected.Faruk joined Larozo in attacking me, hurling insults and ordering me out of the shower room, and expecting I heed them out of fear.Not in my afterlife. Why would I leave the shower room when I haven’t gotten the chance to strip after the hectic Gymnastics class? Why should I do so on their command?“I do
HIM ALL ALONG OH MY CRUSH!
GREG: “I will go to school now,” I said to the baffled Mr. Ben, who didn’t know what I intended to do after walking into the car. I bothered little about my lateness since Frederick’s scholarship remains intact. Dad had listened to my pleas. It took only a minute of his call to get Frederick back into the beneficiaries, and further, he offered to cover his entire academic expense up to his education aspiration. Dad has taken an absolute interest in Frederick. I stepped out of my shell to appear in his company for the first time. So, there is every reason to take wild involvement in him. “Do you want something else?” Dad asked when I announced my departure. I could ask for more, getting the rude receptionist fired or having Larozo expelled, but both are a little extreme. “No. That will be all.” James would seize the opportunity to demand a new car or a vacation for a cool-off. I smile at the thought of him. We haven’t been communicating often since his absence until yesterday.
HIM ALL ALONG ANEW DEVELOPMENT
GREG: “We need to talk.” Nicholas’ words resonated like a spell despite the command it holds. I strangely lost my voice and stared at him, just as happy as I was to see him. I was mad at him. I remember I was. But why? I can’t recur or feel anything except my heart reaping in joy to see him. He pulled me along, and I followed him to wherever. I heard Frederick’s gasps and one from everyone else in the classroom, but Nicholas was too fast to take me out of the class before I could turn to see their state. Other students in the hallway didn’t hide their expressions; they hawked and squeaked at our pass. It suddenly became a viral view, and as we walked past each student, they lifted their phones in a hurry to gossip about it on the school platform, which I strictly refused to join. I regret it now. I wish I had joined. I would’ve known if Larozo had seen my development with Nicholas. He should be aware; that would be the befitting punishment for him. Having Nicholas with me in thi
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HIM ALL ALONG EPILOGUE
Nicholas spent the entire night pleasing Greg and trying not to say anything that had Rahul in it. Greg refused to stop talking about it anyway. He complained about how Nicholas couldn’t stop looking at and admiring Rahul. “You should have hugged and kissed him since you missed him so much,” he nagged. “Babe, I can’t kiss and hug your brother’s boyfriend.” “What if he wasn’t my brother’s boyfriend?” “Then he wouldn’t have appeared to make my fiance so jealous.” “I am not jealous. I am angry!” “Why?” Greg rolled his eyes and thought of the reason he was angry, and when he couldn’t confirm any, he shook funnily, went into the bathroom, and banged the door. "My love..." Nicholas knocked at the door. "Let me join you, okay?" "Go away, and prepare the couch! You will sleep there tonight!" "Sweedy..." "Two nights!" Nicholas couldn’t raise the topic of their tomorrow's supposed wedding. Instead, he waited for weeks until Greg came to terms that Rahul would only be his
HIM ALL ALONG MARKING A LIFE PARTNER
GREG: “Attention, ladies and gentlemen,” Nicholas’ voice erupted through the speakers and everyone unleashed their attention to him. “Thank you." “What is he doing?” I asked Frederick. “I hope it is not what I am thinking.” “My name is Nicholas,” he echoed. “Ehh, I am not a public talker; stage fright is real, so please, reduce the attentiveness.” Everyone laughed at his silly humor. “It is happening,” Frederick blurted out. “Yeah, and it is going to be fun.” “Greg…" “Just listen.” Damn it! Frederick is disturbing. “First, I want to thank Mrs. Crown, Mrs. Freyet, Mr. Sam. Ms. Cecilia, Janie, and everyone for coming out today to celebrate the graduates. And congratulations to you all in that deserving gown; you did it!” The graduates cheered and clapped, including me. “Are you seriously clapping?” Frederick asked. “I am a graduate, Freddie.” I twisted to face him. “Okay, what is it?” “We should stop him.” “Why? he is doing fine.” “Wendy said something
HIM ALL ALONG MY WORTHY MAN
GREG: Time flies. A two-week stay-in vacation came and ended in a day. I rolled on every day wishing it would last a lifetime, yet, it didn’t. Each day with Nicholas is an unforgettable experience, and it hurts to see it over. It is alright, I will ask him to marry me. I am graduating soon and will propose then; waiting a few more days to own him forever won’t hurt too much. Nicholas is everything but the one to ask me to marry him. I have insisted on not moving in with him until we are married in the guise of knotting and pushing up his actions, but nothing has happened. He thinks it doesn’t matter. I spend nearly every day with him; what difference does it make? But I want it official. I am dying to upgrade from the boyfriend title, and it is clear the manifestation is my call. I make huge proposals in our relationship anyway; I asked him to be my boyfriend, and since he is waiting I ask him to marry me as well; I will. And I will do it before everyone. Meanwhile, I need t
HIM ALL ALONG EPISTLES OF ETERNAL LOVE
(FOUR YEARS LATER) NICHOLAS: “You ditched me.” Greg cried. “Is that even possible?” I missed his calls in an early queue for coffee. Getting back to the car, and seeing the notification, I decided to call him after dealing with the morning rush, but here I am, facing a trial of loving him less. “How do you explain missing my calls and still breathing fine?” “I didn’t survive. You are talking to my ghost.” “No jokes.” “Sweedy…” “You do care only about your clinic.” “Tell me to close down this fuvking clinic and I will. Just a word and it is over.” He chuckled at the other end of the phone. “No more fuvking word, Babe.” “I am fuvking trying.” “Fuvking try harder.” I laugh out loud, having a few nurses turn to me in admiration. I am a dentist, a successful one, in my magnificent clinic. I owe this achievement to the Waldeens and Lansey, who have in the past years, become a bosom friend. Despite returning to his country, we kept the communication nourished. My clinic didn’
HIM ALL ALONG WHEN DID WE GROW UP?
GREG: Preparation for Granny's late husband’s memorial went on. Since I didn't intend to embark on the trip, Mr. Ben would drive her to the countryside and return to the city. “He should stay all through, Dad.” I pleaded. I couldn’t have her alone in her home. With Nicholas in the city, attending his therapy, and Elena living with the doctors, Granny will have her enormous yard lonely and deserted. “Ben will be needed.” The last trip kept Mr. Ben in the countryside, and whereby I decided to use this holiday for a personal plot, Dad saw no reason Mr. Ben should stay back. “It is a remote area, Dad. Please, she shouldn’t be alone.” “Jerome would be helpful.” “But…” “Assign more help to her.” “Thank you.” I let it be. I comprehend Dad’s choices. Mr. Ben remains his most trusted and cherished driver; sharing him was for me. Dad also knows Mr. Ben has been more than a driver, and for such development, he’d prefer he patrol within my reach rather than away. Jerome dro
HIM ALL ALONG TO EVERY CHANCES AND CHANGES
NICHOLAS: My joy was evident. It had me doing extraordinary things. I wrote beyond the class lessons and every read textbook and marked my final paper as the best. Last night created that effect; having accessed Greg’s hole more than I hoped for was a grand experience — He was nothing like my past encounters. In addition to the news about Elena, my spirit elevated and circulated the air. Wendy and Park caught up on it and offered to join my visit to her. Greg climbed behind me, with Park and Frederick riding in Wendy’s car, we went to the hospital at the end of the examination. Everyone abandoned the students’ celebration to partake in my life. They chose to participate only in tomorrow’s graduation ceremony for the call to see Elena. We arrived at the hospital, eyes on us. Neatly uniformed D’caprias representatives alongside Greg Waldeen, is a topic and rouse. We got into the exclusive elevator together, against everyone’s curiosity, and ascended to the twelfth floor of the hospi
HIM ALL ALONG HOME TREAT
GREG: “Right now?!” “Hmmm." “We can stay here.” “Do you not want me in your room?” How do I explain his photos on my wall and every corner of my room? “I…” “We can stay here,” he said sadly. “Can I use the bathroom? Your father made me sweaty.” He tried to joke and appear cool, but I saw his disappointment. “I have a towel in my room. Would you like to use it?” “Yes, please.” That is it! Nothing beyond existence can happen. Finding out my obsession will only give me a moment of embarrassment. I turned to Nicholas and tried to warn him again. “Come on, Greg, open the door already.” “You must promise not to laugh or make a mock of me.” “What do you have in there? Nude postcards?” I opened the door to him and as Nicholas saw himself all over my life, he stood speechless. I knew it! He would see me as creepy and obsessive. He walked into the room, looking at the pictures with wide eyes and a mix of admiration. “Say something.” He ogled at me and went
HIM ALL ALONG ALL I EVER WANTED IS YOU
NICHOLAS: My face bleached at the curt reflection of sunlight, and I put out an arm for a shade, yawned, and rose from the pillow. “Arise and Shrink!” Park came loud and disturbing. He lifted the curtains to my face. I didn’t see but could hear in his voice all he had done. “Damn it…” I groaned and held my head from collapsing as I tried to open my eyes but felt them heavy. “Do you need some water?” Park isn’t asking out of care. He is threatening. He is ready to assist my waking with a bowl of water, and if I do not kick out this dizziness, I will have myself drenched and dripping. “Are you alright?” Wendy resonated deeper and consoling yet I was unimpressed. His voice lifted my drowsiness; I opened my eyes to him, leaning against the wall with arms and legs crossed, doubling my incertitude. “What is happening?” I stretched for better sight. “What is this ambush all about?” “Do you feel better?” “Why? Is something wrong with me?” I remember nothing except getti
HIM ALL ALONG LOVE TILL THE END OF TIME
GREG: Nothing is more satisfying than having Nicholas with me. He has proven his repentance, and if I were to choose, I see no reason for any discussion. All I want is to get back with him. Bringing him to school is secondary; I am not ashamed to voice it. “Where are we going?” I asked as we left the elevator to the building's car park. I know where we should go. We should be in his apartment, making up for the days apart rather than doing a bulky head of talk. “Anywhere.” He said. “Are you sure I can choose?” We indeed needed to talk. But that doesn’t mean we can’t after what I had in mind. If only he agrees I decide, I will lead us to a perfect location. “Greg, please.” Too bad, Nicholas is having it grim and strict. “Okay, serious head, we can drive to D’caprias if all you want to be is focused and determined.” “Shit!” He exclaimed and turned to me in horror. “Stop the car!” “What?!” “Pull over.” “What now?” I pulled to a pathway and Nicholas loosened his seat belt. “W
