Westpoint Tales
by Kiwi
Entangled Tales - 50 - Peter & Jay
Another Friday night and nothing was happening - no dances, no parties, no boyfriend. Dee was bored. She was home, alone, again. Her dad was out somewhere, but he wasn't working.
From all the extra attention he'd been paying to his appearance, (he'd even ironed his friggin' jeans!), Dee suspected that he was out on a date, which was good. He wasn't really old enough to be single forever. But she wished that she had a date. Hell, right now anyone would do - as long as it was fun. She was so bored.
"Oh, to hell with this!"
She threw down her book - she wasn't really reading it anyway. Then she got up off her bed, slid her feet into her fluffy slippers and went next door to see what Jay was doing. ('No music tonight because Tones has gone home - like they're all in mourning or something.')
Jay's sleep-out bedroom was all in darkness and there was no answer to her knock. She opened the door anyway and flicked on the light. The bed was messy, as always, but there was no-one there.
"I'm sure I heard him here before," she said to herself. Then she went up to the house.
She knocked at the back door and went straight in, as usual. The kitchen was in darkness, but she could hear the TV in the lounge. She knocked on the door and stuck her head in.
"Hello? Anybody home?"
"Hey, Dee. Come on in!"
Jay was sitting on the floor, his back against the couch, legs spread apart. Peter sat between them, snuggling back against his chest, his hands on Jay's thighs. Jay had his arms around him, his chin resting on Peter's head.
Deeflopped into the chair opposite them. "Hey, Boys. What'cha doin'? Or should I ask?"
"What do you mean?" Peter replied. "We're just watching telly."
"Looks very cosy too. Can't you keep that stuff for the bedroom?"
"What stuff?" Jay asked, indignantly. "We're decent. We're just watching TV. We always sit like this."
"You watch TV cuddled up like that when your parents are here?"
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Well, you're all lovey-dovey, aren't you? And do you sit like that at Peter's house?"
"Course we do, Dee. We've got nothing to hide. I love my Big Guy and he loves me. His parents know it; my parents know it. They're all cool with it."
"They're cool with it? Well, you don't know how lucky you are."
"Oh, yes I do." Jay bent down to smooch Peter's neck. "I know exactly how lucky I am."
"Yeah!" Peter reached up and ruffled Jay's hair. "I wouldn't change places with anyone in the world."
"I wouldn't let anyone else sit in your place, Elf."
"Oh, stop it!" Dee protested. "You're so sweet, you're sickening. Where are your parents anyway, Jay?"
"Dunno. They've gone out somewhere and left us home alone for the night."
"So has my dad. Something's wrong here when the olds are all out partying and the teenagers are sitting at home watching TV. I'm so bloody bored. Do you guys want to do something?"
"Ooh, yes!" Peter wriggled his hips against Jay. "But not with you."
"Behave yourself, Little Boy."
"Yes, Elf. Behave yourself. We've got company."
"Dee's not company. You said so - Dee's family, near enough."
"Well, thanks - I think. You behave yourself anyway, Peter Lewis. Some things, I don't need to know."
"You know anyway. You've been friends a long time, you two, haven't you?"
"Dee's been my friend forever. Even back when girls were too yucky to talk to, we were friends. When we were little, we used to talk about how we'll be getting married one day."
"Yeah. But, I think that engagement's off, Jay. You're more likely to marry Peter than me now."
"That's a thought. Do you want to marry me, Little Elf?"
"Okay - one day."
"You might as well. You two are already like an old married couple. I never see one of you without the other these days. What do you do all the time, anyway? When you're not in bed, I mean."
"What do we do?" Jay replied. "Everything. We walk, we talk, do schoolwork - my grades are really improving. Peter's are too."
"I can see how you can help Peter. But how can he help you? He's a year behind us in school."
"He is a year behind, but he's much smarter than I am."
"Am not! You just haven't been taking it seriously until now."
"Quiet, Elf. We both know that you're the brains of the outfit."
"Okay. But you're the beauty."
"Enough! Anyway, Dee, we study and we do music, of course - play it, listen to it, study it. But mostly we just live and enjoy each other's company. I show Peter my life, such as it is, and he shows me his."
Peter nodded. "Yeah. We play tennis, play on the playstation, and fool around on the computer - all the usual things. It's better when there's someone to share it with."
"It must be. I wish my prince would show up, already! I'm sick of being on my own. Everyone's got someone, apart from me."
"Oh, poor Dee."
"Yeah. Poor, poor Dee."
"Shut up you clowns. I'll tell you one thing I've noticed about you two - you never fight. You don't argue even - or do you save it for when there's no-one around?"
"No. We've got better things to do when there's no-one around."
"I'll bet you have. So is that right then? You don't fight, ever?"
"No Dee, we don't fight. I don't want to fight with Peter, I love him."
"Yeah, me too - vice versa. I don't fight with Jay. I love Jay."
"But you must, sometimes? Everyone does, sometimes. It's all part of the game: argue, fight, kiss and make-up."
"Not for us, it's not."
"No. Jay and me, we just make-up; forget the rest."
"Lucas and Shelley are arguing all the time. Claire and Carl do. Daniel, Toddy and Tones did. And as for Superboy and his Carver kid, they had more downs than ups. They all love their partners, or say they do, and they all fight sometimes."
"I love my Little Elf too much to hurt him."
"I love you too, Big Guy. Plus, I'm not allowed to hurt you or Dee's going to break my scrawny neck."
"It's not scrawny. You've got a beautiful neck." Jay nuzzled him again.
"Oh, puh-leeez! Just can't help yourselves, can you? Well, I'm going to leave you to it. I'm outta here. I think I'll go up to the Adelphi and see Justin. At least he's single."
"Wrong, Dee," Peter said. "Superboy might be all alone on a Friday night, but he's not single."
"Yes he is. He might be gay, but at least he won't have someone climbing all over him. He's single now that he's not seeing Billy anymore."
"He might be alone - probably is. He might not be seeing Billy, but he's still not single. He's seriously in love with the redhead; they're just not talking, that's all. Doesn't mean he's single."
"All the more reason for me to go and keep him company then. See you later, Guys. Be good, or if you can't be good, be careful."
"We're always careful. See you, Dee."
"Yeah. Bye, Dee."
Left alone, their attention went back to the television. After a couple of quiet minutes, Jay asked, "Do you really want to watch this?"
"No. I've lost the thread now and I haven't got a clue what's going on." Peter picked up the remote. "Shall we turn it off?"
"Damn right. Let's go to bed."
"Bed? It's not even eight o'clock yet."
"Who said anything about sleeping?"
"Oh. Okay, let's go to bed."
They left the hall light on for Jay's absent parents, and went out to the sleepout. On their way out, Jay suddenly asked: "Peter, what's your second name? I've just realised that I don't know it."
"You don't need to know it, either. I'm not telling you."
"C'mon, Little Elf. I want to know your name."
"Okay then, I'll tell you, but don't you dare laugh at me. It's Graeme. Peter Graeme Lewis."
"There's nothing funny about that. Graeme is a perfectly ordinary name."
"It's not the name so much. It's the initials - P.G., as in the tea."
"Oh, right! That's okay. Mmm,I love PG Tips, especially this tip." His hand brushed across the front of Peter's jeans.
"Ow! Enough, JFK. I knew I shouldn't have told you."
In the bedroom behind the garage, Jay switched on the light and they stood looking at the devastation. Peter went over and started clearing clothes off the bed, dropping them on the floor with all the others.
"Hey! Don't do that. Some of those clothes have just been washed. You're mixing them all up."
"Honestly Jay. You are such a slob! You couldn't make a bigger mess in here if you tried. First thing tomorrow, we're going to have a major clean-up in here, and we'll wash all these clothes. Wash them, fold them and put them away. You see those things over there? They're called drawers, and that's a wardrobe. That's where your clothes should be, not all over the floor."
"Okay, okay! They're not all mine anyway. Some of this stuff is yours - like these." Jay picked up a small pair of boxer briefs. "These are yours - there's no way I could fit into them."
"They're mine. I'd like to see you put them on though. Anyway, if they're on the floor, it's probably because you ripped them off me."
"I think I did, actually," Jay grinned. "Sit down, Peter. I've got something to say."
He put his hands on Peter's shoulders, steering him backwards onto the bed and kneeling in front of him.
"Stop grinning, Little Elf. I'm being serious here. This is about as serious as it can get."
"Okay. You just look so funny kneeling there. I'll be serious, what did you want to say?"
"What Dee was saying before, about us being like a married couple. I like it. Peter Graeme Lewis, I love you and I don't ever want to lose you."
"Well, if you don't clean up this bloody mess, you might. Little people could get lost in here."
"Peter, stop it. I'm serious. This could affect our whole lives. I love you, Peter, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
"Marry you? Really marry? Well, I would for sure, but we can't. You're a boy, I'm a boy, one of us would have to be a girl to get married."
"I could always chop my dick off." Jay grinned.
"You would do that? You'd bloody better not! I love your dick; it's one of your best features."
"One of my best features? What else?"
"Now you're just fishing for compliments. I love your eyes, I love your thighs. I love your nose, I love your toes - and everything else that rhymes. I love your mind, I love your behind."
"We're getting off track here. I seriously want to marry you, Elf. Don't say we can't because we can. Maybe not in a church and everything but there are still other ways."
"I'm listening. What other ways?"
"Well, we'd have to find out. You'd be better at that than me. But we could both make wills leaving everything to each other and have some sort of legal power of attorney, or whatever, in case of accidents or operations."
"Aren't you a little ray of sunshine then?"
"Shut up, Peter. We need to think seriously about this stuff. Anyway, once that's done, we could have some sort of ceremony to make a commitment. We could jump over a broomstick like people used to do. Or, if that's too silly, we could just sign a contract, something like a pre-nuptial, and make a promise to each other, just in private or maybe in front of family and friends."
"You know, I really like the sound of this. There's that civil-union thing too. Is that legal yet? If it's not, it soon will be. It includes same-sex couples; we could do that."
"Yeah, I heard it on the radio. It's for couples from age 16 with parents' consent, or 18 without consent. I'm nearly 17 now, and you'll be 16 in a few weeks. Will you marry me, Peter? Please."
"Please? You mean, you really want to get married, forever?"
"Yes I do. Don't you want to?"
"Fucking oath I do! I told you, Jay. You're never getting rid of me. I love you Jacob, Francis, Kynnersley and, yes, I do want to marry you - any way we can, as long as it's real."
"It's real, Elf. I love you forever. Thank you."
"No, thank you, Big Guy. Thank you for loving me."
"Oh, my Little Elf. You don't have to thank me. I just do. I can't help it, I love you so much."
They sealed it with a kiss, then Jay lifted Peter back onto the bed and they sealed it again, and again.
Peter kissed his eyes. "So are we engaged then?"
"I guess we are. We'll go uptown tomorrow and buy rings for eachother."
"I'm not wearing any girly diamond rings."
"They don't have to be girly. They can be any sort of rings we like."
"Right. So, I'll just go home in the morning and say, "By the way, Mum, I'm going to marry Jay. Can I have some money for an engagement ring?""
Jay laughed. "No, Doofus. I've got money in the bank. I'll buy the rings."
"You will not. You can buy mine and I'll buy yours. I've got money too. Anyway, if I did ask Mum, she'd probably say yes."
"You think?"
"Yes, I do. In case you haven't noticed, my family approve of you, Jay - of us - bigtime."
"My family approve of you too. But, I don't know though, I'm not sure about marrying."
"No. We'll probably get the "You're too young to know" speech. But we're not too young."
"We're not too young. I know want I want. We won't know until we tell them."
"That's right. We're not asking, we'll tell them. Together, we'll tell them. Together forever, that's us!"
"Yeah. Until death do us part."
"Not even then, my Love."
Early next morning, Jay's father, Richard, doing an early-morning run to the toilet, came across Peter loading the washing machine.
"Hello Peter. You're up early. That's a lot of washing you've got there."
"Good morning Mr. K. This is just the first load, there's plenty more to come."
"More? Has Jay got you doing his washing now?"
"Jay's not even awake yet. We're going to clean up that room of his today. It's a mess."
"You're not wrong there. I think we went wrong somewhere with that kid. Good luck trying to change the habits of a lifetime."
"You didn't go wrong, Sir. Jay's a great guy. He's just a messy bugger as well."
"He's messy all right, and, you're right, he is a good kid. I'm going back to bed - far too early to be up yet. You should go back to bed too. Let Jay worry about his own room."
"That's the trouble, Mr. K. He just doesn't worry about it. See you later then."
"You will indeed. Later, Peter. Take it easy now."
Peter turned the machine on and went back out to Jay's room. He opened the door quietly and looked inside. Jay grinned back at him from the bed. "Hey."
"Hey yourself. About time you were awake."
"Where have you been Little Elf. I thought you'd run away from me."
"Like that's going to happen! I just put the first load of washing on. There's enough here to keep the machine busy all day."
"You don't have to do my washing Peter."
Jay was lying on his back, hands behind his head. The duvet just barely covered his naked waist. His longish, black, hair stuck out in all directions and his hairless and well-developed torso glowed tan-golden in the morning light. Peter dived onto the bed and stretched out beside him. He threw one arm and one leg across Jay and snuggled his face into his shoulder.
"I don't have to, but I want to. I want to be helpful so that you'll keep me around."
"Oh, I'll be keeping you around all right, for fifty years at least." Jay dropped an arm over his back.
"And then what? Are you going to dump me when I'm all old and worn out?"
"Yep. That's my evil plan. When you're all old and past it, I'm going to trade you in for a skinny little kid with spiky blond hair and freckles on his nose. One that looks a bit like an elf."
"And where d'you suppose you're going to find a boy like that?"
"Oh, I dunno. Maybe Dee could bring me one. It worked out pretty well the last time!"
"Yup, it worked out pretty well."
Peter rolled over on top of Jay, hands on either side of the pillow, and raised his face over him.
"I," he kissed his forehead. "Love," he kissed his nose. "You," kissed his chin. "Jacob," kissed his left cheek. "Francis," kissed his right cheek. "Kynnersley," and he kissed him on the lips, and then raised his head up, grinning down at him.
"Oh Peter! I'm floating on air. I think I might be in love with you."
"Oh? You think you might, do you?"
"Yeah, I think so. From the minute I wake up in the mornings, I'm thinking about you. I get real rushes of happy feelings every time I look at you - and when you smile at me, I feel like I'm the king of the world. When I go to sleep, I dream about you all night long. I think I must be in love with you."
"Sounds a bit like it. But, I don't think I'm in love with you."
"You don't?" Jay's smile disappeared and he suddenly looked worried.
"No, Doofus. I don't think, I know that I am." Peter leant in and kissed him again.
"Don't do that to me, Elf. That's my biggest worry - that you might wake up one day and decide that you don't want me anymore. I love you so much and I can't believe that someone as beautiful as you could actually love me, too."
"You'd better believe it, Jay. I do. More and more with every day I do. I love you."
"That is so cool. So, you still want to marry me?"
"I still want to marry you. Do you still want to marry me?"
"Of course I do. I could never marry anyone else but you."
"Well, that's good! Now, get your butt out of bed. We've got work to do here and then we'll go uptown to get those rings."
Jay got out of bed, put on his white, ankle-length, towelling, dressing-gown, and went up to the house for a shower. Peter was squatting down, sorting through the pile of clothes hooked on the door, when the door burst open, knocking him flat, and Dee shot into the room.
"Jay, where are you? Oh! Hey, Peter, sorry about that. Where's Jay? Where is he?"
"He's, ah, gone inside for a shower."
""Well, go and get him then - now! Drag him out here right now. Go on, get a move on!"
"What's this all about?"
"Stop wasting time, Peter. This is important. Go on, go and get him! Where's the fucking stereo remote? Well, what are you waiting for? He should be here by now."
Peter, still puzzled, felt Dee's urgency and ran inside, pulling Jay's long, wet and naked, body out of the shower.
"Whoah, Elf! What the hell are you doing?"
"Dee wants you. You have to come running, right now. C'mon Jay, move it."
Jay picked up his dressing-gown and struggled to push his wet arms into the sleeves. Peter reached in and turned the water off.
"What's the big hurry? I'm not finished here yet."
"You are now. Come on, or I'll drag you by the nuts."
They ran back to the garage, Jay clutching his robe closed around him, and tumbled into the bedroom. Dee was standing there, grinning, and watching the stereo which was booming out -
"The girls are frisky out on the Coast. The Westpoint girls are really the most. . ."
"Dee, what is it? What's happening? That's our song - North'n West Coast Sun. We have heard it, you know. What's the fuss?"
"Shut up, Dork. It's on the radio. They're playing your song on the radio!"
"Coolness."
They stood there, grinning delightedly and listening to their song thumping across the airwaves. Jay's mother came running in behind them.
"Oh, right. You've got it on. You're on the radio, kids."
Peter slipped his arms around Jay's waist. Jay went to hug him but Peter pushed him off and he lifted the cords of the dressing-gown and tied them, closing the gaping-open front.
"Oh. Thanks Elf. How cool is this?"
The four of them stood quietly listening to the song and waiting for it to finish and tohear any comments the DJ might make. They were not disappointed. The song finished with its distinctive, bang, bang, bang! and then -
"Wow. You're listening to Robbie Keenan on West FM and that was North'n West Coast Sun. A local song by local kids. What did you think people? Like it? I did; I think it's great. As a matter of fact, let's hear it again. Go Westpoint!"
The music started again and as the introduction played they were excitedly dancing around, playing air-guitars, air-drums, bass and keys. Sandy rushed in the door, banging into Mrs. K.
"Sorry. Oh, you know - we're on the friggin' radio!" She joined in the dancing.
The song finished again and Robbie came back on the air. "Bang, bang, bang! You've gotta love it. North'n West Coast Sun by Westpoint's very own Whozzat. You can't buy it, yet. We've just got a preview copy given to us by Crispian St. Clair - thanks, Lordship. Remember you heard it here first, on West FM, the voice of the Coast. Stay tuned and you'll be hearing plenty more of it too. Now, we'd better have the news."
As the newsreader droned on, the excitement died away and Mrs.K, Dee, and Sandy all left. Jay got dressed and started clearing the room. He scooped up all the clothes and towels and took them off to the laundry. He came back to find Peter sitting on the floor, next to the drawers.
"Well, Elf. That's the floor cleared. What's next?"
"I thought we'd clean out the wardrobe and these drawers. That's if there's anything in there at all?"
"If there's anything? Haven't you had a look?"
"No. I didn't like to. I mean, well, it's your personal space and all that. Who knows what's in there?"
"Peter, you Doofus." Jay lifted him up to his feet, pulled out the front of his own pants and boxers and took Peter's hand and slid it in there.
Peter looked up at him quizzically, then, with a little grin, began fondling Jay's private parts. Jay closed his eyes, raised his head up and gasped.
"Hah haah."
He looked down at Peter's upraised eyes. "That is my private space and you're welcome in there any time you like."
"Oh, I like it," Peter grinned. Then sensing that Jay was saying something serious here, he pulled out the elastic band of his own sweatpants and nodded downwards, inviting Jay to do the same thing to him.
Jay reached in, cupping his balls and encircling his rapidly-rising dick. "I don't know where you got this dick from, Elf. I always think it's like you've traded with someone else's. Some big guy's dick."
"The only Big Guy's dick I care about is right here," Peter growled.
"Whoah. I wasn't starting a jerk-off session here. Though it's not a bad idea. I just wanted to show you that I've got nothing private or personal that I'd want to hide from you. You can look in my drawers, or anywhere you like, anytime at all."
"Nothing's too personal?" Peter queried, his hand sliding down between_Jay's legs. "Nothing?"
"Nothing." Jay moved his legs apart, eyes popping wide open as Peter's finger slid up into his hole.
"Do it to me, Jay. Put your finger in my hole."
Jay eased a finger into Peter's tight (but stretchy!) little hole and they stood there, each fingering the other and grinning.
"Now we've got each other's rings on our fingers." Peter took his hand out and flung his arms around Jay's chest, hugging him tightly.
"I really, really love you Jay."
""I really, really love you, Peter Graeme Lewis." Jay hugged him back. "Now, let's go uptown. We'll go and get something to eat, then we'll get those rings." Much as I'd like to wear that other ring on
my finger all day long, it would be a bit awkward, really."
"Be fun, though."
"Yeah! Got your bankcard or do we have to go and get it?"
"We'll have to go and get it. Sorry."
"No problem. I'll see if Mum will let us have her car."
"Maybe you'd better wash your hands first."
"Yeah," Jay grinned. "Maybe we'd both better."
Jay's mother, reluctantly, agreed to let them borrow her car. "Well, okay. Just this once. You really should have a licensed driver with you and no-one's going to believe that Peter's an adult. Be careful and be responsible. Don't go out of town and if anything does happen then it's entirely your responsibility."
"I'll be careful. I'm always responsible, Mum."
"Yes, I know you are. Don't let us down now. And no passengers, apart from Peter of course. You watch out for him, Peter. I'm trusting both of you now."
"I always watch out for Jay. Thanks Mrs. K."
"Thanks Mum. Bye Mum."
They took the keys and went back to the sleepout for their shoes and Jay's bankcard. Surprisingly, Jay knew exactly where it was - in the small top drawer of his desk - where he kept his few important papers, like his licence and ID card. When he opened the drawer, Peter pounced on a white, imitation leather-bound book in the frontof the drawer
"Hey, what's this? You keep a diary, Jay. Does it mention me?"
"Of course it mentions you - who else? But you're not reading that. Give it here, Peter."
"But . . . well . . . but, . . . - okay, take it then."
Jay took the book and put it back in the drawer. They went out and drove, in silence, around to Peter's house. Jay struggled to concentrate as he kept glancing at the quiet boy next to him. He parked in the street outside the house, switched the engine off, and turned to look at Peter.
"I'm sorry, Elf. I was right out of line there, and I'm really sorry. I'm just a dumb fucking moron. This should be a good day for us, trust me to stuff it up. Sorry."
"It is a good day and don't say you're a moron, because you're not."
"But I am. I told you that I've got nothing to hide from you, then a few minutes later I stopped you from looking in my diary. I'm sorry, Peter. I know it's a bit girly and childish, keeping a diary, but I've never had anyone to share my intimate thoughts with before. Well, I have now. I've got you and I don't need a stupid diary. You can have it, Peter. When we get back I'll give it to you and you can read it if you want to."
"I can? I don't know if I want to now. That's brave of you, Jay. Giving me your most private and intimate thoughts. You really are a Big Guy, inside as well as out."
"No I'm not. I'm stupid, but I just love you, Elf."
"You're not stupid. Don't say that. I love you too. C'mon inside now."
"Peter, I think that we just had an argument. Are we all right now?"
"We're always all right. Kiss me, you doofus."
"What, here? Out in the street?"
"Yes here. We'll stand up on the roof of the car if you like."
"I don't think Mum would like that. In here will do just fine."
Insidethe house, there didn't seem to be anyone about, apart from Claire and Carl watching a movie in the living room. They went into Peter's room and he collected his card from the bedside cabinet. Then, lifting the mattress, he pulled out a red-bound book and held it out to Jay.
"What's this? A diary? You keep a diary too!"
"Yes I keep a diary. We're not so different, except you're a lot bigger than I am. Take it, Jay. It's yours. Everything I have is yours, all of me."
Jay took the book and stood looking down at it. A silent tear fell and plopped on the cover on the unopened diary. Then another, and another. He sank down and sat on the bed, hugging the diary to his chest and cried, sobbing silently as more tears flowed.
"Jay? Oh, Jay, what's wrong? What have I done?" Peter cried in anguish as he sat down next to him and gripped his biceps.
"Peter! Oh, my Elf! Nothing's wrong." Jay sobbed and flung his arms around him, crushing Peter to his chest.
"You're too much, Elf. You're too good. You're just fuckin' perfect Peter, that's what you are."
"I'm not perfect. I wish I was - for you. You are . . . you're . . . You just fucking are! I love you so much Jay."
They sat hugging, sobbing, then pulled apart and brushed away each other's tears with their fingertips.
"Still want to get married, Big Guy?"
"I think we just did, Elf. I think we just got married."
"Yeah. But what about all that promising to love, honour and obey?"
"I will, I do. You know I will."
"I do too. Forever I do."
"So?" Jay grinned with teary eyes. "Is that real enough for you?"
Petercollected another tear and kissed his own fingertip. "That's real. Nothing planned, no false displays, no parroting someone else's words. This is real. We're married, Jay. We can sort out the legal stuff sometime, when we're older. There's no hurry."
"There's no hurry. This is so good. My life, our life, starts right now. Do you still want to go and buy some rings?"
"Yes, of course. But not engagement rings, it's too late for that now. We'll go and get two wedding rings, plain gold rings with no jewels or anything. Just plain rings."
"Right. Exactly right, but we'll get our names engraved in them too."
"Damn' right we will."
"What the hell's going on in here?" They looked around, to find Claire and Carl standing in the doorway.
"Have you been making my little brother cry, Jacob Kynnersley?"
"Yeah, he has, Sis. He's been making me cry - happy tears. I'm crying because I'm happy and I'm in love."
"Oh. Well that's all right then. Carry on, Girls."
"Boys!" they both yelled together as Claire and Carl walked away. Then they grinned and kissed again.
"I wish I had a fierce big sister to watch out for me like that."
"You don't need one. Not now. You've got me, babe."
"Oh yes. I got you, babe, and you got me, babe."
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* Some browsers may require a right click instead
