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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
HIM ALL ALONG TOO CLOSE TO STOP
NICHOLAS: Who said we should follow our heart? How does one suggest following the stupidest and most confused part of the body? I had been sorting my heart all night, not knowing where to find solace and refuge till I left the sleeping Rahul in his big bed. Rahul is not wrong now; it is not going to end well. But I do not want to hurt him. If it could be easy to kiss memories to the abyss, I wouldn’t think twice about doing it for him. I wish Rahul wouldn’t have memories of me. I want his ability to stay happy and stable without living in the memory of us. The truth is, it is not just about Rahul; I am aching and withering. It is hard to let him go. He has made my life engaging these past months, and I dread to cut off ties. But I must walk away for his sake and mine. About following one’s heart, I refuse to agree to such nonsense. If it was the best guide, it means nothing but to follow Rahul and Greg. I could keep them both and maybe introduce a polygamous healthy relationship
HIM ALL ALONG DON'T FORGIVE ME
NICHOLAS: I rode with Greg out of the school to the farther bus stop, where he requested I end our little road trip. I understand his plight, his hiding from me. He is keeping his anonymity, and I wonder how long he would keep that zipped. He can seal it forever if he intends. I do not care about him being a Waldeen. I enjoy our hitting off under the cloak. If he had known I was aware of his identity, we may not be progressive out of ill record. My profile of only wanting and sleeping with the rich boys of D’caprias doesn’t go without fame. Either of us revealing his identity may joggle his interest and belief. He might think I approached him solely for his money, causing a dent in my sincerity. I do not need to explain it is not all true. I never wanted these boys because of their money. I had wanted them close and clad enough to find the boy I had been seeking. Trust me, a day hasn’t passed without a slide in thoughts about the boy. Well, you could say I lie now. Having Rahul a
HIM ALL ALONG I FEEL LIKE CRAZY
GREG: I half ran into the mansion, surprising Mr. Nazit and his subordinates. The maids and every staff of the Waldeen household turned in open-mouth to see me hopping into the compound. Who cares? They should look all they want. I just received my first kiss; I should dance to my heart full. I walked into the large living room and spun with closed eyes. “Gregory?” Mom’s voice staggered my moves, bringing me near to the floor. “Be careful.” “I wasn’t looking forward to you,” I acknowledged, adjusting my nuisance. “You look happy.” I walked up, and to her surprise, I went into her embrace. “I am.” I tightened my grip, and she chuckled. No, Mom gasped. It is irregular to throw out hugs, and she received one without warning. “Is it something you want to tell?” She pushed, and I gave it to her. It is her lucky day; I am happy. “We kissed.” “Ohh!” Mom’s smile broadened. I saw her blushing for me, for my pleasure. “Who is this ‘we’?” She asked again, but no, her luck charm fade
HIM ALL ALONG HE FEELS CRAZIER
GREG: I turned to meet the most handsome male on record, standing at the entrance, staring at me with great affection. He couldn’t hide it. I saw it, and I feel contended that he has such an impression of me. He descended the stairs, covered with red carpets, and stood at the foot of the room. From above, he looked the same tall and challenging. Nicholas’ physique is intimidating, and he knows about it. He didn’t dress up like me, yet he looked more attractive in his black jeans, torn on both knees, and the black t-shirt protected with a black jacket. His shoes were black, and so was his belt. Those shades of black gave him an idol look, and I melted in its effect. Nicholas wore no accessories while I clad up in a fancy wristwatch and diamond neckwear plastered to my neck, which reflected in between the open buttons of my shirt. He began elevating to me, and without realizing I was moving restlessly on my seat, I gripped my pants. His every step took a breath from me, and I imagi
HIM ALL ALONG BEHIND THE CURTAINS
GREG: It kept coming in bits. Flashes of the kidnap and the stranger refused to cease since my date with Nicholas. The memories were rebound, and I couldn’t surpass a day without embracing solemnity. As messy as it was, I developed an unusual gust. I had always felt differently about the incident; the rape label had never been the tag until recently. Hurtful feelings about that day arose to settle in me. I couldn’t explain it, but my heart tends to break now. Perhaps I should have pushed the incident to the cops, as was suggested by James. Yet, when I think of it, I feel my decision to absorb the pain of pleasure was right. Aiish! I feel insane. Waking up and being engulfed by the chapters of my dark adventure should be a sign to skip school. Except I must go. To return to my fancy date with Nicholas is an advanced reason to be at D’Caprias. Amid the undealt memories of my dark tale, I had lived my previous week happily. Dates with Nicholas aren’t such a couple dress up and din
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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
