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Date Posted: 18:04:47 04/09/22 Sat
Author: Cirrus
Subject: Part 5
In reply to: Cirrus 's message, ""Dear Ronan" (Complete Story)" on 18:14:44 04/07/22 Thu

Dear Ronan,

Best. Weekend. Ever.

George’s dad didn’t want to drive to Weston-Super-Mare on the Sunday, and he figured we’d have a hard time finding accommodation there, so on the Saturday morning we drove to Bath instead, and spent a day being proper tourists.

The best part was the Roman baths of course. Blows me mind to think they’ve been there for thousands of years. Mind you, if they can survive the number of people gawking at them, they’ll survive anything. Proper crowded it was.

The rest of Bath is well historic, but in a good way. Cobbled streets, and this row of Georgian townhouses. You could even wander around one.

George’s dad shouted us to a meal at this old pub we found on the riverside. George and I both had the fish and chips. George tried to talk his dad into buying us a beer, but his dad just laughed and ordered us cokes.

First time I’ve ever stayed in a “bed and breakfast”. It was this hundreds-year old house, with too many rooms for the owners I guess, so they’d done it up and rented out rooms to tourists. It was sort of like staying in someone’s house. The house was full of sculptures and paintings and art works and stuff. Felt like being in a museum. There was even a proper library with walls lined with books and big comfy armchairs you could just sink back into. George’s dad had his own room, and George and I were sharing again. “So you too hooligans don’t keep me up all night with your loud music and wild partying,” he said with a smile. I’m not sure the house had seen loud music and wild partying since 1762.

“Looks like you two will have to share a bed again. That alright?”

“Yeah, o’okay.” Didn’t wanna seem too excited but on the inside I was all “YES!!!”.

Not that I expected anything to happen mind. But I just liked being close to George you know? He seemed cool with it too (maybe more cool than he was letting on?) so all sorted.

There was that moment of hesitation before we got changed for bed again, and this I took the lead. Felt more comfortable this time. Dunno why. I stripped down to my undies, then did some pretend busy work folding my clothes and shit.

Yeah I wanted him to get a good look. Felt right naughty too, but in an exciting way you know?

George was shy, like he wanted to look, but didn’t want me to know he was looking, so I did a big pantomime of looking in the other direction. Well generous I am.

But the best part was when George peeled off his clothes, he suddenly discovered some things to do that kept him from getting in bed right away. I was subtle-like, but yeah I stared as much as I could. Is it weird that every time I see him half-naked he looks fitter and fitter to me?

We got in bed and he turned out the lights, but we’re teenage boys yeah, so of course we stay up talking. We’d been doing the small talk thing for a while, until finally George asked, all tentative-like, “So which girls do you like?”.

I’d been doing research I had, careful-like, and I’d read about “gaydar”, and I tell you Ronan I just felt a ping. Cause me and George just didn’t talk girls.

“Nowt in our class. They’re all a bit dizzy you know.”

“Not even Cassie? She’s got those knockers on her.”

“If you believe all the rumours, half the fourth has had a go on that bicycle. She’s a bit much you know. I guess I just want something that’s more that just a quick shag.”

George seemed a little disappointed.

“I guess.”

“Whatta bout you then? Who do you want to know the size of your telescope?” I leered, and George blushed summat fierce. That smooth pale face of his goes right pink when he’s embarrassed.

“Ah, no one really.”

“Aw, go’awn. Who’s your secret crush, choir boy?” I punched him in the shoulder, but George just shook his head.

Dunno why I pushed it. Rush of blood to the head? That if I prodded him a little further, he’d admit he liked me and fulfil all my secret gay boy fantasies?

I kept needling him and needling and he kept telling me “Quit it! Quit it”, until finally I guess I asked one time too many, and he pushed me back hard yelling “Stop.”

There was silence, and then in that need silence I heard a sniffle.

I’ll be honest Ronan, my heart about broke in too right then.

“Aw soz mate, I didn’t mean it.” It felt like the moment needed something more that that, so I reached over and pulled him towards, and just wrapped in the tightest hug I could. “I’m an idiot. You’re like, my best mate right now. I was well gutted when you stopped talking to me last time and I canna go through that again. I guess we’ve all secrets right?”

George sniffled again. “Even you?”

Had to take a deep breath at where this conversation was going. Cause I was getting close to doing the bravest and also possibly stupidest thing in my life.

“Even me, George, even me.”

He turned to look at me… really look at me. It’s not often that happens… that someone looks you right in the eyes. You feel all naked-like. I was deffo trembling now.

“So… what’s your secret?”

It was the kayaking pool all over again. I was about to tip myself in,and I didn’t know if anyone was going to help get right side up.

“I’m gay George. I like boys.” I’d said it. I’d said it right to him Ronan. The thing that I’d only ever admitted to you (in a manner of speaking).

George stiffened in my arms.

I was underwater, counting the seconds, wondering if my breath would hold.

George relaxed.

“Cool.”

Gotta admit it took me a moment to process that Ronan. It was… there’s another Mr Oliver word I’m looking for here… “ambiguous”. That was the word ambiguous.

“Cool? Cool?! That’s it?” I think I may have been squawking.

“Yep,” George grinned. Then the sod gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said “G’night!”.

G’night?!? The cheeky little sod!

He didn’t leave my hug though. In fact he crossed his arms to pin my arms around him. So I guess there was that.

The next day was mental.

George weren’t half having fun teasing me every chance he get. And he still hadn’t said nowt about his own sexuality, so I couldna really tease him back. George’s dad probably just thought it was about the concert.

The concert! I was IN-sane! There were sooooo many people on the beach. We had to park the car bloody miles away. I think every teenager in southern England might have been there. The madness didn’t really give me much chance to think, which was probably a good thing. George would have done me head in proper if we hadn’t been distracted by the music.

I don’t think I have to tell you what the best part of the concert was. You can probably guess. When they announced your name George and I just looked at each other and started screaming “oh my god” over and over. But all the girls around us were losing their effing minds so no one really noticed.

Hearing you live… I’m never ginna forget that. I was okay as a singer, and George was actually pretty good. But you… you’re something else

And just when I thought things couldna get any better…. George grabs my hand and holds it.

Best. Weekend. Ever.

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