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Chapter 17.1: The High and the Wasted
AUGUST
I have never been disgusted by myself this much. Kissing Rachel for the nth time doesn’t fail to make me feel awful at myself. The kiss was good if I was being honest but adding my true sexuality into the mix makes it unbearable. The worst thing was I have to hide my abhorrence. Playing the straight guy was exactly the opposite of what I’ve been watching on films. There are a lot of straight actors playing gay roles on television and they seem very much convincing. They seem to be enjoying making out with another guy.
“CHEERS!” Rachel was already screaming at the top of her lungs as we all raised our shot glass in the air. She has totally transformed into a whole new different person but I perfectly believe that’s pretty normal most especially when you’re under the influence of alcohol.
All four of us poured the vodka down our throat in unison. I w
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AUGUSTThe drive towards Marlon’s house was surprisingly not that long. I almost thought we just turned around two blocks. It looked like it, but the drive took about twenty minutes even when it’s already late and there aren’t many cars on the road. This was probably one of the good things about living in a normal town like Mary Heights. The streets and the roads aren’t that much crowded as early as eight in the evening.I was growing a little bit nervous about Rachel sitting right in front of the steering wheel. She was evidently drunk, we’re all evidently drunk and no one’s quite that sober to take over the driving job. I don’t even know how to drive myself which was a total disappointment considering the fact that driving’s becoming more of a skill requirement. I kept my eyes on both Rachel’s hand and on the road making it sure that we don’t crash a
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 17.3: The High and the Wasted
AUGUST“What are you doing here?” Ambrose asked and he seemed to be quite surprised to see me here.If I wasn’t already drunk, I would’ve probably felt a whole new different kind of feeling the moment I recognized that Ambrose was the one who pulled me away through that crowd. I would’ve had a small panic attack, but that not even the case. I’m under this magnificent cloud of vodka and punch and I’m feeling real hyper which meant that I’m all ready for anything.I looked at Ambrose real close even though my sight is a bit flashy at this point. His hair seemed to have grown a few inches longer that the last time I saw him this quite close. The slit on his left eyebrows seemed to be permanent. Or maybe that slit is either natural or he just kept it consistently shaved.“Uhm, partying?” There was a moment of silen
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 17.4: The High and the Wasted
AUGUSTAmbrose took giant leaps that it was almost impossible for my sluggish ass to catch up to him. My head seemed to spin for a while as I tried walking at a faster pace. I saw him enter the front door of the house. By the time I got inside, I can’t see a sign of Ambrose anywhere because there are so many drunk people blocking the way. I don’t know if I was just so focused on following Ambrose that my ears aren’t cooperating with the reality of the noise inside the house. Or maybe they just decided to tone the music down to a lower level since it’s already getting deeper into the night that it might disturb the whole neighborhood. My eyes roamed throughout the dim panorama of the house hoping to see any signs of Ambrose but I couldn’t get a proper look. There are a lot of head popping in and out even though I tried to specifically look for someone with a long mullet. The lights were still flashing a
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 17.5: The High and the Wasted
AUGUST Although it’s about to reel towards midnight, the night still seemed to be quite young yet. Ambrose was focused on the road and that’s just about the right thing that he should be doing. I put my worrisome face on and grabbed on Ambrose’s torso as tight as I could possibly do. I know we are both under the influence of booze and we even had some of those mushrooms. I’m just a little bit surprised that it hasn’t started to kick inside our systems yet. I don’t know about Ambrose; he might be seeing some weird shit right now but that doesn’t even matter. He appeared to be an expert on this and I’m more than impressed about his riding skills. I kept my grip on Ambrose’s body firm and tight that I can feel his toned abs under all the garment that he was wearing. The wind was savage and cutting as Ambrose drove faster and faster. I’m growing nervous mostly because I can’t see anything. With the lack of stars above the night sky,
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 17.6: The High and the Wasted
AMBROSEThis Friday night had just turned into something unexpectedly interesting for me and I’m sure it’s quite the same thing for August. I was just upset earlier right after telling my true feelings for him and now he’s in the same fucking room as me. How could something top that? The person that I like was in my house and that meant everything to me. I can’t fucking believe the blatant reality that I just took August home with me tonight. I never saw it coming but hey, this was something new for me and I’m looking forward for what’s going to happen in the next few hours.I remembered throwing a tantrum earlier, smashing that bottle of beer was my way of coping up with what happened. It’s truly a scary, sort of barbaric act but I don’t blame myself for that because I clearly don’t know any better way to react. I’m just upset and somehow scared that
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 17.7: The High and the Wasted
AMBROSE“Whatever, I don’t want to talk about them right now. I’m a having a blast tonight. This was probably the best night that I ever had.” August shook his head probably trying to shrug all of the negative energy to a distant land. He was just letting me know that we shouldn’t talk about Rachel and Phil. “For now, let’s just have another toast.” He gave me an inviting smile as he raised his already empty glass.“Oh you’re out of whiskey.” I spat eventually grabbing the bottle of whiskey and pouring some on his glass. There’s still some ice left on his glass so there’s no need for a refill.“Cheers!” August said once I finished pouring.“Cheers!” I replied putting all my attention to him and we both drank in unison.I know there’s a lot of things going on inside August’s mind
Dancing in his Storm Chapter 18.1: A Secret Affair
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Dancing in his Storm Chapter 18.2: A Secret Affair
AUGUST“How’d you like the painting?” I almost jumped out in complete shock when I heard Ambrose speak from behind.I turned my head to have a better view of him and he was looking rather fresh and comfortable that I’m starting to get jealous. I feel utterly disgusted by the stickiness and the smell of my body while Ambrose just got out of the shower and he’s all feeling refreshed. He’s wearing nothing but a towel on the bottom half of his body while the top was all for my eyes to scrutinize. I never thought I would see this Grecian body once again but here it is all for me to gaze upon at. There were grains of water still forming on his toned muscles, some of them are cascading down making him look even hotter than he already was. The little gay August hiding inside of me was already melting like cheddar cheese as the air around me turned a little bit humid. If I could just
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