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Theadore's Man...My Dream Man 18
Romance
 Created on 9-7-07
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I dwelled in amazement as we stepped out of his hummer. Garen sure never acted like he had all of this money. “Wow” I said, wide eyed. He didn’t seem to notice that I was stunned into place. “Come on” He yelled over his shoulder. I snapped out of my daze an realized that he was already halfway to the door. Even though I wanted to stand there and relish the mansion more, I had to catch up to him. As we walked up to the door, and old women about 5 foot opened the door. “I’m so very sorry Mr. Garen, about what all has happened.” I could tell by the look of achievement in her eyes that she was not sorry at all. In fact, she looked a bit glad to know that Garen was leaving. And probably all because he was gay. He smiled sarcastically while replying “Oh, it’s fine Thelma, I’m getting away from some very bad people.” I followed as he pushed the door open and strolled right past the green eyed witch. Once again, I had to stop and stare at the magnificence of this building. All of the walls were white marble , including the stairs. The ceiling was barely a ceiling at all. A majority of it was glass, like a big window above our heads. Seeing as how there was a big window as a ceiling, the sun shone brightly on the black marble statues of what must have been Garen’s parents. “Who all stays here with you while your parents are gone?” “Well, My grandma, We have about 6 maids and they stay here, along with the chef and gardener.” “Oh.” I mumbled. Being in this place made me feel a bit uncomfortable. My family isn’t poor or anything, but compared to this family, mine was like street rats. We descended down a bundle of stairs, and came to a big beautiful wooden door, that looked like it was from the 1800’s with the name Garen engraved in beautiful letters on it. While Garen fumbled with the keys, trying to find the right one to his door. (Yea I know, kind of weird he had keys for his door.) I thought about Brody. What he was doing, Who he was with. Even though I had a pretty good guess about that. Stop!! I thought to myself. I don’t need to be thinking about him, it’ll just make me heart brake even more than it already is. Correction. My heart is not broken, it’s splattered, crushed, stomped on and thrown to its death. No more. Those were the words for it. My heart was no more intact with my spirit. I know I was being a bit melodramatic, but I didn’t give a care. “Got it!” Garen yelled triumphantly. I laughed, not a real laugh, but close enough. And followed Garen into his room. I don’t feel the need to mention it this time, but I will. My feet jerked to a stop as I stared in awe. Thus room was by far the most spectacular, guyish (I know weird since he’s gay.), ginormous room I’ve ever laid eyes on. The room was dark green with posters of bands covering the perfectly painted walls. What had to be the biggest bed ever was covered with black sheets and comforters. Not only did he have his own plasma T.V, He had his very own Kitchen!! That’s right. Smack dab in the middle of this living room sized bedroom was a little place that replicated a kitchen. “This is what my parents do. I didn’t ask for any of this. I ask for a day with them. They give me a kitchen. And alcohol to go along with it.” I raised my eyebrows and stared at him from my shocked gaze. “They give you alcohol??!!!!!” “Yea, no bug deal. I don’t drink.” He shrugged and started packing his belongings into a Gucci suitcase. That’s right! No matter what I saw, I got shocked every time I saw something in this house! Plunking down onto the amazingly comfortable bed, I watched Garen pack his things. It took about an hour for him to get everything together. Yupp, that’s a gay guy for ya. Walking out of the house, I took one long last look at the uniqueness in it. I’d probably never see a house like this one again. Soon enough we were on the road jamming to some Christian station on the radio. Wtf??!! Christian??!!!! No way!!! I turned the station to rock and sat back in my seat satisfied. He looked over at me glaring. Well, from what I could tell he was. It was dark by now, going on 8 o clock. Man the time really flies!! As we were pulling up into my driveway I saw that my mom and dad were on my porch, talking. My dad must have just gotten home because when I walked up the steps with Garen trailing behind me, I noticed his briefcase sitting beside him. “Hey Mom, Dad.” I said carefully. I had yet to tell them about Garen, “Hey Honey” My dad replied, getting up to hug me. “Who’s your friend?” Luckily my dad wasn’t overprotective and didn’t have anything against me having a guy over. Well, he as used to it since Brody is my best friend. Well, was. “ Oh, This is Garen. Garen, this is my dad.” “Nice to meet you Mr. Haddix.” He said, shaking my dad’s hand. “Hello there Garen.” My mom said pleasantly from the swing she was sitting on. “Hi Mrs. Haddix.” I really wanted to get ten asking over with, so after my dad sat back down beside my mother I blurted, “Listen, Garen just got kicked out of his house and he really needs a place to stay and I was wondering if he could stay here? He can sleep in the guest room, and we go to the same school, so we can walk together.” I said hopefully. “Why did you get kicked out of the house Garen?” My father asked raising one ,in dyer need of a wax, eyebrow. His Blue eyes were calm from what I could tell in the porch light. My mothers big green ones on the other hand looked frightened. “ Well, My parents don’t believe in liking people of the same sex, so they said since my grandmother and them don’t agree with my being gay, they are kicking me out.” I expected him to look at the newly painted floor boards of my porch, ducking his head in shame. But instead his head stayed high and he looked proud. The exact thing my dad looks for in people. “Well, Under those circumstances, I don’t see a problem with you staying in the guest room. Until you find a better arrangement that is. I don’t want you staying here till your old and crippled.” My dad laughed at his lame comment. Just to be polite Garen laughed also. My mother and I didn’t bother. We were used to it. “Thank you so much Mr. Haddix. And I’m getting a job so I’ll be able to pay rent.” Garen said thankfully. “I like you Garen, You seem like a good boy. Now you two better get to bed.” My dad said, trying to sound stern, but instead sounded like he bad a bad cold. “Okay Dad. Night Mom.” “Night Sweetie, Garen, do you need help getting your things?” My mother asked, getting up and flattening the wrinkles out of her long blue nightgown. “Yes, if you don’t mind.” “No Problem. Hun?” She said referring to my dad. “Will you help him with his things?” My dada= sighed, and him and Garen made their way to Garen’s Hummer. I started up to my room, but before I could get far, my mother stopped me. “Do you know This Garen very well? I mean , he seems like a nice enough boy, and I know he won’t try things with you since he’s gay but do you trust him?” She had a worried expression on her face. I hugged her, trying to get her to not be so worrisome. I thought about what she had asked me. Did I trust Garen? I thought I did. I did. There’s nothing he did to not make me trust him. And until he did. I would. “Yes.” “Okay Kennedy, Just making sure. You have sweet dreams.” She smiled and released me, leaving me to my room. After I’d put on my baggy t-shirt and boxers. (that’s what I usually sleep in) I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and went to the guest room looking for Garen. By time I got there I saw that he was fast asleep, lying face down in the pillow. He looked like a fallen angel. Literally. With a noise between a laugh and a sigh, I made my way to my bedroom to recollect all of the things over the day. Hopefully tomorrow would be better. HAHA!!!
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