Westpoint Tales

by Kiwi

It's Over

"It's Over." He climbed out and sat, naked, on the edge of the bed. His head hung low and he stared at his feet.

"Yeah. It's over." Lyall stretched contentedly across the bed, luxuriating in the feel of the cool air on his hot, sweaty body. "But, give us a couple of minutes and we'll go again. We always do."

He grinned widely as he lay admiring his friend's long and slender body silhouetted in the moonlight.

"No Lyall," Colin turned to look back down at him. "I mean it's over - really over. I don't want to do this anymore."

"Oh?" Alarm bells ringing in his head, Lyall sat up to face him. "You don't want to do what anymore?"

"This....you and me. Fucking. I can't do it anymore. It's over."

Colin slid his feet into his boxers and stood up, pulling them up as he went. Then he started pulling on his blue jeans and stuffing everything into them.

"But....but....what do you mean it's over? Don't you want me anymore?"

"Damn Lyall! You can understand plain English can't you? Read my lips - It is over. I don't want to do it anymore."

"But why?" he wailed. "What's wrong? What have I done?"

"Fuckit, don't do this." Colin spun away from him and staggered across the room, pulling his shirt on. "You're not making this easy. Don't touch me and don't you start bloody crying. Sometimes you can be such a girl."

He tried not to, but he did. The tears welled up and overflowed from his eyes.

"I'm not," he protested. "I'm not a girl, I'm a boy."

"Yeah, you are, and so am I. That's the trouble. That's why we've got to stop the sex stuff. It was okay for a while, lots of kids fool around, but we've been at it for over a year now and it's gone about as far as it can go. Once we actually fucked each other, there's not a lot else we can do."

"But, you like it don't you? You get into to it just as much as I do."

"Maybe not quite as much as you do, but it was fun while it lasted. Time to move on now, that's all,. We're not going to be kids forever, Lyall. We're growing up and it's time we started dating girls and shit. I don't want to be a grubby old man when I'm old. I want a wife and kids and grandkids one day. I want a normal sort of life and that's not going to happen while I'm fucking around with you. Don't you want that too?"

"I dunno. I haven't thought about it."

"Well it's about time you did. You're fifteen Lyall. You'll be a man soon. What sort of man do you want to be?"

"I don't know. I don't care. Fuck kids, I never want to have kids. I just want you Colin."

"Well, tough. We've been there and done that. Now it's over. I know what sort of future I want and you're not in it. Ah, stop fucking crying, you big girl ! I'm outta here."

Colin stormed out and Lyall lay there, crying. It was true, he did cry like a girl sometimes, but he couldn't help it. Especially not now, his world had just ended. Damn! How could he? How could he just dump him like that? Five minutes ago he was feeling as good as it got. He was making love and he loved that. Now he felt like a used tissue that Colin had wiped his dick on and dumped on the floor. Fuck Colin. How could he do this to him? Bastard. Didn't he know that he loved him? He'd told him often enough. Looked like Colin just didn't love him back.

Actually, now he thought about it, he couldn't remember Colin ever telling him that he loved him. He should have seen it coming. Easy enough to be wise afterwards. Colin had never loved him, he was just fooling around.

Trouble was, Lyall wasn't. He wished that he could hate him, but even now, he couldn't. He loved him and he couldn't see himself loving anyone else. Not a boy or a girl either. Ever. What was that song? "'Breaking up is Hard To Do." They got that right. Not so hard for Colin though, he had no trouble at all.

He should hate him. But....he didn't.

Should he go after him? Get dressed and go try to talk to him? No. That wouldn't work. He'd said all that he wanted to say. "It's Over." Ah, stuff it.

What was he going to do now? How was he going to live without Colin? He was his whole life. He only felt really alive when they were doing it - making love. Well, he was making love; Colin was just fooling around apparently. Bastard. Gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, bastard. How could he do this to him?

How long he lay there, he didn't know, or care. His life was over now. He could just stay there until he starved or something. But his body had different ideas. He needed to pee, really, really bad. For a minute he thought about just doing it where he lay. But - Eww! he couldn't do that. So he put his boxers on and slipped out to the bathroom.

He finished up, flushed, splashed some water over his face and hands and started back to his, (empty), bedroom. On the way, he met his dad stumbling out on a similar mission.

"Hi Son. Ships that pass in the night, eh?" Mr Collis grinned at him, and then the grin faded.

"Are you all right, Lyall ? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm fine, thanks."

"You don't look fine. Have you had a fight with Colin?"

"No. I never fight with Colin. He's not here anyway. He's gone home."

"Home? I thought he was staying the night, again

"Yeah, he was. But he changed his mind. He's gone home."

"Oh. So you're all alone then? You sure you're all right? Well. I've gotta go pee. 'Night Lyall.'

"Yeah, G'night Dad.'

His dad did care about him, kind of. So did his mum. They just didn't know him anymore, not since.... well, since Colin actually. There was a huge slice of his life that he didn't - couldn't - discuss with them.

Back in the bedroom, he stood looking down at his empty bed. "The Workbench", Colin called it - used to call it. How could it be over? How could he just cut him off like that? He could never do that to Colin even if he wanted to, he couldn't. He couldn't hurt him like that - like this. Didn't Colin care what he was doing to him? No, apparently not.

Tears welled up again until he could no longer see the bed before him. They had had some great times in that bed. Fucking great fucking times. The last time was not even an hour ago, and now it was the last time. Ever. "It's over."

"I fucking hate you, Colin Boniface. I hope some bugger runs you over on the way home. No, I don't. I love you, bastard. How can you do this to me?"

He couldn't face getting back into the bed alone. Eventually he'd have to, but not now, not yet. He put the rest of his clothes on, pushed his feet into the sneakers and quietly snuck out of the house to go walking, alone, through the quiet moonlit streets of his hometown. Midnight in Westpoint.

Everything looked different, all silver and dark shadows, and empty. It was like he was the last person left on earth. It was quite beautiful really, but he wasn't in the mood for beauty. It'd be better if it was raining. No-one could see he was crying if it was raining. No-one could see him anyway, there was no-one around. There was just him, alone.

Ah, Fuckit ! What was his life about now? Nothing. A couple of late-night cars passed as he walked, but no-one stopped. No-one cared. Fuckem anyway. He didn't care either. If he passed a teenage boy walking, crying, through the moonlit streets, he wouldn't stop either. Why should he?

Alone. That had to be the worst word, the saddest word in the English language. And, that was where he was now, and always would be, he supposed. Fucking Colin. He wished he'd never met him. He wished he'd never fucked him. No, he didn't, that was great - the fucking. It was just now that sucked, big-time.

"Five million, Four thousand, Three hundred, Twenty-One tears from now, maybe I'll forget, that we ever met." 'No I won't. Of course I won't. I'll never forget you, Colin, not if I live to be one hundred and fifteen years old. How could I?"

He came to the Square, the town's central sports field and hang-out place. The scene of so many triumphs and tragedies. Was there ever a worse tragedy than his own now? He didn't think so. He'd been here hundreds of times before, but never like this - alone.

The big old Grandstand was all dark, black in the shadow of the overhanging roof. He would have gone up and sat in there for a while, but there was someone already there. Several someones. Courting couples, he supposed.

He'd never done that, ever. Only boy/girl couples could make out in public places. Queer couples had to hide in darker shadows than that.

He could, sort of, understand Colin's wanting a normal life. Good luck to him anyway. Lyall didn't. All he wanted was what he couldn't have - Colin. Bastard. If he was ever going to get over him, first he was going to have to hate him. He was never going to get over him.

He kept walking, across the empty football field and out the other side of the Square. He had nowhere to go, nothing to do and no-one to do it with. It never used to be like this. he used to have Colin to do everything with and, long ago, before him, he always used to have friends and family around him. He still could, probably. He still had friends, maybe. He just hadn't seen much of them lately. He hadn't had much time for anyone else - just Him.

Now he'd have lots of time, all the time in the world.

Everywhere he went he saw places that they'd been to together. The small red-brick hospital was coming up before him. Colin had come to visit him there when he was sick, and they'd both gone there together when Colin's baby sister was born. Good times, happy days. Gone now.

Bloody Colin. Did he hate him yet? No, but give it time, he'd get there. He'd have to, somehow.

Next, he passed the High School, but didn't stop. That was where they'd met, a long time ago. A lifetime ago. Well, it was just over a year really, but that's a long time.

Colin had turned up one day, a new kid in school. Newly arrived in town and starting school in year 10, which was unusual. Almost unheard of really, that late in the year. All eyes were on him from the minute he walked in, none more so than Lyall - he was fascinated.

The new boy was a good-looking kid. Nothing exceptional, but he looked......well, nice. A nice kid. Someone he could be friends with.

Colin Boniface walked into his first class, escorted by Lisa Bonner, and was introduced by the teacher. He stood nervously up the front looking around. The room full of adolescents sized him up. All he could see were suspicious stares and glares, all except for one.

A small, skinny boy peered at him through his overgrown fringe of dark-blond hair, and he smiled, a big welcoming smile. Cute too.

'Cool. Maybe this won't be so bad,' Colin thought. Their eyes met and something, some spark of recognition flashed between them. 'There's a cool kid.'

All morning, they had every class together - of course, it was a small school. They didn't speak but exchanged glances and smiles several times. Lisa had been assigned to show him around and look after him, so he had to sit with her in every class. Lisa took her responsibilities very seriously.

At lunchtime, Lyall was sitting by himself, on the steps at the back of the school. The new kid came along and sat down beside him.

"Hi. Mind if I sit here with you?"

"No, of course not. I'm Lyall, you're Colin Boniface, right?"

"Yeah, that's me. Oh Lord! Here she comes. Pretend you're talking to me, would you?"

"But I am talking to you. Who’s coming? Oh, Lisa."

"Yeah, Lisa. Bossy cow." He scowled.

"Hey, come on. Lisa's not that bad."

"To you, maybe. I swear, it's like she thinks she owns me or something."

"Oh well. It's just for today. Tomorrow you'll be free of her and you can sit with whoever you want to."

"Yeah. But I don't know anyone here anyway. Would you sit with me?"

"Sure, why not?" Lyall grinned. "I'll sit with you, you don't smell or anything."

"Well. Thank you! Wait 'til I cut the cheese, my farts can stink."

"Don't everyone's?"

Lisa walked on past, and the boys grinned at each other. "Free at last. Thanks Lyall."

"You're welcome Mate. Anytime. Anytime at all. So, where are you living?"

And, so it went. They just 'clicked', instantly. It was like they were made for each other and they were instant best friends. Each of them really liked the other. Some things are just meant to be.

Lyall was pretty green then. He knew about sex - of course he did, he was fourteen, but he'd never actually done anything, apart from a couple of clumsy kisses with girls at parties. Stupid party games. He couldn't see the point really. But even then, he knew that he was attracted to boys, especially this boy - he'd never met anyone like him.

Colin, he found out later, had had experience - lots of experience. That had started when he got caught spying on two boys - his slightly older neighbours, the brothers Gibbens. They were going for it in their old tree house, the place was rocking. Colin had climbed the ladder to see what they were doing, and he got a real eyeful. They'd seen him, caught him and pulled him up into the tree house with them and - "Well it's not rape if you're willing."

Lyall had almost passed the racecourse now. The rows of stables were at the far end from the school. They'd done it in there once, but only once. It was bloody uncomfortable in the straw, it sticks in your bum and it hurts. Itches too. Once was more than enough. They'd done it in all sorts of places, but in bed was best. There was no fear of getting caught there, not when the bedroom door was locked, and it was more comfortable than anywhere else. He loved going to sleep with his head on Colin's chest and his arms around him. That was great. Used to be great. Fuckit!

He passed Kilairney Park. The school used it sometimes, when they need an extra sports field. Lyall was not a big sports fan. Well, he was a fan, just not a player himself. He hated playing sports but he liked watching, especially the swimming sports. Even when he was seriously committed to his relationship with Colin, he would never cheat on him, but he could appreciate the sight of a well-built boy in a tight little Speedo. Oh yes ! Mouthwatering, some of them. But none ever looked better than Colin. Ah, fuck Colin. What was he going to do now? He'd had the best, he didn't want the rest.

Back on that first day, they'd met again outside the school when classes ended for the day. Lyall fell into step next to Colin, and they walked the short distance up Williamson Road to where Colin's new house was. It was a new house too, brand-new. Some of the builder's rubble was still lying around in the yard. But it wasn't the house he was interested in.

Colin stopped at the end of the driveway and gestured. "Well, there it is. Mi Casa, or whatever you say. Home sweet home anyway. Do you want to come in for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure, why not."

"Come into my web said the spider to the fly."

"Eh?"

"Nevermind. I was just thinking aloud. Come on in Lyall."

He followed Colin inside and met his hugely pregnant mother. They got some drinks and cookies and took them into Colin's room.

"Wow. Great room." Lyall looked around.

"Yeah, it's not too foul. I've got my own shower and toilet and everything, it's pretty cool."

"It is. All I've got is a poky old bedroom. Your folks must be rich."

"I wish. They've got a huge mortgage, I know that much."

"So, have you got any brothers or sisters?"

"No, not yet. So far there's just me, but Mum's having a baby soon."

"Yeah, I did notice that."

"You could hardly miss it. She's huge isn't she? They were just teenagers when they had me and now, after fourteen years, they're finally having another one. I'm going to have a sister. That'll be great. What about you? Got any siblings?"

"Yep, one brother, one sister. He's older, she's younger. I'm the overlooked one in the middle."

"Oh. I wouldn't overlook you, Lyall. I think you're great."

"Umm. Really? I think you're great too."

"Do you? Really? I can be really, really great if you want to."

They stood closely, facing each other, and looking at each other. The temperature in there was skyrocketing. Colin's shaking hand reached out and rested on Lyall's shoulder. Then he grinned when Lyall did the same back to him. His open hand slid down and around his chest and lower still. Watching his face closely and seeing no discouragement there, he kept going down until his hand cupped around Lyall's crotch, and he was hard!

"Ha - ah ah," Lyall gasped, closed his eyes and opened his legs to give him better access. Then, when Colin's hand stayed where it was, gently stroking him through his tight trousers, he reached out and did the same back to him.

"Oh Yes!" Colin beamed. "I knew we were going to be good friends. Really, really, really good friends."

His fingers undid the fly on Lyall's school pants, and they slid inside, exploring the hot boy-flesh in there. They didn't even make it to the bed that first time. They stood in the middle of the room, undid each other's clothing to free their raging boners, and stood masturbating each other until their knees buckled and they sank, together, down to the thickly carpeted floor. It was great. And so hot!

In the days and weeks that followed, Colin was always a patient teacher but Lyall was an impatient pupil. He always wanted more, and more, and more. He was loving this and before long he was loving Colin. Life was ace! Sex was fantastic. For the first time, he was in love.

Fucking Colin. The last year had been the best time in his life. There was only one thing better than screwing Colin and that was when Colin was screwing him - he loved it.

Now it was gone. Now it was over. Now was the absolute worst time of his life. He wished he'd never met him. Bastard.

He left the last streetlight behind and crossed over to start down the narrow road to the beach. It was really dark in there with the tall scrubby growth on either side of the road, a bit scary. He wished that Colin was here with him. No, he didn't. Fuck Colin. With a bit of luck, someone might leap out of the bushes and murder him. Would he mind? That'd get him out of his misery anyway.

No-one killed him, of course. This was Westpoint, a nice little town. A safe little town, mostly. At the end of the road he walked out onto the wide-open and brightly-moonlit beach. "Wow." Now this really was beautiful. It looked fantastic. The long gray beach was coated silver in the moonlight and the endless rows of driftwood were silver, white and black. Lyall felt like he was in an old, an ancient, black and white movie. The white-capped waves reared up and disappeared again in the darkness, and the small ripples breaking on the sand spread clouds of white diamonds.

It was great. He'd have to bring Colin down here some night. No, he wouldn't. Fuck Colin. He had no-one to share his life with now. Dammit!

To the right, the beach seemed to go on forever, so he turned left and walked down to the river mouth where the long rock walls of the tiphead reached out into the sea. He stepped up the big rocks to the top of the tiphead. The small Shingle Beach was back towards the town, stretched between this wall and the other, shorter, one on the side of the river.

There were people on the beach, several driftwood fires and a tent even. Someone had some music. What were they doing out there in the middle of the night? Oh, yeah. They'd be waiting for daybreak. The Whitebait fishing season opened, officially, at dawn tomorrow. Some people always tried fishing out of season too. They'd be lucky anyway. There was bugger-all whitebait around these days. Not like the old days, they used to get huge catches way back then.

Whitebait was still a local specialty and delicacy. The little fish were worth a fortune these days because there weren't many left; they'd almost been fished out. What the people needed was someone like that kid who used to swim up and down the river chasing the whitebait into people's nets.

Lyall had heard that old legend. Of course he had. Everyone had heard the old story, but he was not sure if he believed it anyway. People said that the kid's name was John and his father was William. He was William's son and Williamson Road, where Colin lived, along the Williamson River was supposed to be named after him. But, that couldn't be right, there were no fish in the Williamson River and it was too shallow to swim in anyway. Just another legend. probably.

No-one could swim that fast anyway and it would be called John's Road, wouldn't it ?

He turned away from the people and walked out to the end of the tiphead wall in the sea. Standing on the rocks at the end, he, briefly, considered throwing himself into the surging waves and drifting away. But, no. Bugger that, he couldn't do that even if he did have nothing to live for.

It was a great night. No, it wasn't. It was a horrible night, but it was great weather. The full moon hung low in the clear sky, there were no clouds in sight anywhere. Nights like this were all too rare in rainy old Westpoint. There was a bit of a wind coming in from the sea though, not strong but chilly. Lyall didn't have enough clothes on. Why hadn't he worn a jacket or something, too late now.

It was late too, really late. He didn't have a watch, but he figured that dawn couldn't be far away. Was the sky in the east starting to lighten? Maybe. He'd been up, (and down), almost all night.

Was the wind getting stronger? It was cold anyway. He went back a bit, towards the beach, and then climbed down the rocks to sit out of the wind, down by the water's edge. Better.

After a while sitting there, cars started arriving and people were taking up positions on the rocks, with their long-poled nets and other gear. The sky was definitely lighter over the eastern hills, dawn was coming.

"Hey, Lyall. How're you?" His next-door neighbour, Timmy Lee, came down and stood on the next rock to his, his whitebait net in hand.

"Hey Timmy. I'm okay. You?"

"I'm good. Better than you look anyway. What's the matter, Little Lyall. What's up?"

"Nothing. I'm a bit cold, that's all."

"Sure you are. Where's your jacket? Here, you can have one of mine, I've got far too much on."

That was SO like Timmy. All their lives he'd been trying to look after Lyall. Two years older than him, he was big for his age where Lyall was always small. Hence the name, Little Lyall. Timmy was one of his oldest friends. One of the friends that he hadn't seen much of lately, since...well, since He had been in his life. Used to be in his life.

Echoing his thoughts, Timmy asked, "Where's your other half, Little Lyall?"

Where's who? Colin? I dunno. Home sleeping I suppose."

"Like all sane people are. Why aren't you there with him? Have you guys had a fight?" Timmy took off one of his jackets and draped it around Lyall's shoulders. He snuggled into it gratefully.

"Thanks, Timmy."

"No problem, Kid. Well, have you?"

"Have I what? Oh, fought with Colin. Yeah, I guess, he dumped me."

"He dumped you? I thought you guys were really tight. Best friends forever, and all that."

"I thought so too. Colin didn't.'

"He's an idiot then. You're a great kid, and if Colin can't see that then he's not good enough anyway."

"He's good enough. He just doesn't want to know me anymore."

"He's a fool." Timmy busied himself, putting his 'spotter' in the water and laying out his other gear. Lyall sat watching him quietly.

"So," Timmy sat peering into the water, it was still too dark to see really. "You guys are boyfriends aren't you?"

"What? What makes you think that?" Lyall looked at the back of his head.

Timmy turned around and looked him in the eyes. "Come on, Little Lyall - this is me. I've known you forever and I've got eyes in my head. He's your boyfriend, isn't he?"

"Well, okay, yes he was. But not now, he dumped me." The stupid tears started again.

Timmy shuffled back, put an arm around his shoulders and hugged him. Lyall SO needed a hug - he snuggled into him.

"Like I said, he's an idiot. You're a great kid, a really great kid, and if he's too stupid to see that, well he doesn't deserve you. Want me to go and smack some sense into him?"

"No Timmy," he grinned despite his tears. "Thanks, but that wouldn't fix anything. You leave him alone."

"Might be fun trying though."

"No it wouldn't. You leave him. You're being really cool about this."

"Of course I am. I'm a really cool guy. Maybe if Boniface is not around, you might see that too."

"Eh? What does that mean?"

"It means what you think it does. Look, Lyall, I'm gay too and I've always had a soft spot for you, I always have had. I hope Boniface really has gone. If he has, just remember that I'm still here. For fifteen years I've been living next-door, wishing and hoping that one day you might look my way."

"Really? Really?? Shit, Timmy. I didn't know."

"No you didn't, but now you do. Think about it Lyall. Think about me when you're ready for another boyfriend."

"Timmy, thanks. You're a cool guy and a good friend. An excellent friend, but I've just never thought about you like that."

"I know you didn't. When we were little, two years was a huge age-gap, but now we're older and it's not so much really. Think about it. Think about me .I would never make you cry, I would look after you because I love you. I always have."

"Really?"

Yes, really. Now, come on, Little Blue Shivering Boy. On your feet and I'll take you home."

They stood up and Lyall hugged him. "Thanks Timmy, you're still my hero. I can walk home. You came here to fish."

"It's still too early to fish. Come on, Little Guy. I've got Dad's car up there. It'll only take five minutes and you're freezing."

"Yeah, I am. Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome my friend."

On the way back across town, Lyall sat quietly enjoying the warmth of the car and gazing out the window. His mind was in turmoil again. Timmy Lee? Timmy Lee loved him? Truly? Maybe there would be life after Colin after all. He'd never thought of Timmy like that. Well why not anyway? Timmy was a great guy. He was big and strong, but gentle. He knew he'd never hurt him. He never had. In all the years that they were growing up, Timmy was his hero and his role model. Always patient with his younger neighbour, Timmy was like a big brother to him. A good big brother, like a big brother should be.

But now? Well? A young, single gay boy could do a lot worse than Timmy Lee. A lot worse.

It was almost full daylight now, the night was all-but gone and the light was chasing the shadows away, just like Timmy had chased the shadows away from his head. He glanced at him, then turned around and had a good long look. He liked what he saw.

His boyhood Hero. He'd always felt safe when Timmy was around. Not only was he big and strong, he also had a protective and caring sort of nature. Everyone liked Timmy Lee, he was a good guy. Lyall's mother adored him.

Somewhere along the line, Timmy had also turned into quite a hunk. He was hot! He had long, floppy, yellow-blond hair and muscles - big muscles. Timmy was one of those boys who’s Speedos made Lyall's mouth water. Nice. And, he was gay! Anyone would be lucky to have Timmy, and - he loved Lyall and always had. He'd always known that too, sort of.

Timmy smiled his cute, shy, little smile. "Whatcha looking at, Little Lyall?"

"You, Timmy. Just you. Thanks for being there and thanks for being you."

"I don't have a lot of choice about that, but I'm here for you Lyall, just like always. I always will be, I love you Little Lyall."

"I guess I love you too, Neighbour. I think I always have. But, I dunno. I was really in love with Colin you know."

"Yeah, I know you were. Don't worry, I'll wait for you. I'll wait as long as it takes, I figure you're worth it."

"I'm worth bugger all. But, thanks. You're making me feel a lot better about myself."

"Look in the mirror. You're a great kid. Boniface is an idiot."

"Yeah. Yeah, he is. Thanks Timmy."

The car pulled up outside his home. "Thanks again," Lyall got out and was about to close the door, but he stopped and jumped back in again. He slid across the seat and hugged Timmy tightly.

"Thank you Timmy. Really thank you. You're the greatest."

"You're welcome, Little Guy. Anytime. Now go and get some sleep."

"I will now. I'll see you later, Timmy. I ...." He pushed forward and kissed him on the lips, then he climbed out and stood waving as Timmy drove away back to the river.

"What a guy! Fuck Colin. Colin who ? I don't need him."

He started inside, down the driveway to the back door, when he was stopped by a voice from the shadows on the front porch.

"Don't waste any time do you?'

"What? Colin! What are you doing here, Boniface?"

"I dunno. Wasting my time I think. I thought I left something here, looks like I was wrong."

"You left what here? I don't know what you're talking about."

"You, Lyall. I came back to tell you that I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? So you should be, you Bastard. How could you just dump me like that?"

"It was easy, because I'm stupid." Colin stood up and came out of the shadows. He was a mess, and had he been crying? Yeah, probably. Why?

"I'm sorry. I was wrong and I'm really sorry. I know I'm just a prick, but I was scared, okay? Scared of everything - life, the future, whatever. I've been sitting here all night, waiting for you, waiting to tell you that I'm sorry and to beg you to take me back. I never dreamed that you'd go and get someone else already. I guess I just stuffed my life up."

"How have you stuffed your life up?"

"I destroyed the best thing I ever had."

Colin was definitely crying now and he started to walk away. "Goodbye, Lyall. I hope you're happy with Timmy. I hope he loves you half as much as I do."

"What? Stop Colin. Say that again."

"I hope Timmy loves you? I do, you deserve it."

"Not that. The other thing you said."

"I love you? I do. I love you Lyall. I didn't want to but I do. I love you. Breaking up with you is the stupidest thing I've ever done in my whole life. I SO wish that I could wake up and find that last night was a bad dream, but it wasn't was it?"

"It's over, Colin."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone."

"You'd better not."

"You what? I'd better not what?"

"You'd better not leave me alone. I love you Colin Boniface. I'm so in love with you, you bastard."

"But....but....but you said it's over."

"Yeah. Last night's over. Kiss me, Colin."

"Lyall ! " The tears were still flowing, but both boy's smiles had come back.

"Lyall, I love you so much. I just want to spend my life loving you - always."

"Colin, shut up. Kiss me. I love you, bloody idiot."

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