A gay story: Varsity Low Ch. 10 Desperate for changing
Starving for truth
I’m closer to where I started
I’m chasing after you
I’m falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I’ve held on to
I’m standing here until you make me move
I’m hanging by a moment here with you
Forgetting all I’m lacking
Completely incomplete
I’ll take your invitation
You take all of me
Lifehouse —- Hanging by a Moment
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A pair of large limestone obelisks marked the driveway; I pulled in and stopped the GTI between them. The drive of fresh pea gravel ran straight back towards a large forecourt paved with rough granite cobblestones. The house reared up just beyond, a substantial brick five bay Richmond neo-Georgian, circa 1938. Slate roof sporting five ample dormers; copper gutters and drains. Wide chimneys rising from high gables. Matching one level wings stretched out from both sides. Authentic working shutters gleamed in a dark hunter green gloss, as did the big front door. Splendid broken pediment door surround, with ample Doric pilasters, sidelights and transom of leaded glass. Everything shone with obsessive maintenance and pride; discreetly substantial, cooly welcoming, effortlessly tasteful. It was the home I had known since the sixth grade with Vera and Jasper; my stepmother and father.
I turned to Anders whose wide eyes with raised brows were taking in the scene.
“Whoa. Fuck all the way around, Trav! This is…a lot!” he said with some apprehension.
I took his big warm hand in mine. “You can breathe now. It is just a house, with hallways and bathtubs and sofas and shit. You would not be here if I thought you could not handle this. Plus, I love you all the way down to your extra wide furry feet, werewolf boy, and that is just a fact certain. I will have your back every minute. Just be yourself and they will adore you.”
“Thanks Trav, I love you too. I will do my best.” Anders said softly. Back in gear, the GTI crunched the pea gravel as we rolled slowly towards the forecourt and the long weekend.
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