Wednesday, June 9, 2010

if you do that

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Doyle felt he was keeping his game face. About a lot of things.

Funny, he thought he'd changed. But not really. No, he was still far deep into the closet. So deep he wasn't sure how to find his way out. Sure, he'd quit the job at the church even if he wasn't asked too. Naturally, his Mom didn't understand. But he kept telling her, it would be best if he went to something in the medical field. He had some credits leaning in the nursing area. And he was working toward being an X-Ray technician.

"Now you just have to start looking for a wife." She told him.

Of course, he kept wondering, any-day now she'd hand him over a catalogue and tell him to put an order in. He could see her pleading her case with the Sons of Ireland or Italy hoping the church would help her adopt the daughter she always wanted.

He hated to burst her bubble. And as he looked at Roger now, he had to wonder if he was just buying his time with him too. He could sense it. Roger could only take so much lip action. Yeah, they touched and he wanted to be with Roger, but it never went there.

Every-time, he saw him, he kept thinking, this might be it. This might be. And then, suddenly, he knew it was time to go home. He'd be apologetic and think Roger would never want to hear from him, again. It was an emotional roller-coaster. All in his head.

"What if you don't like it with me?" Doyle kept wanting to ask Roger, but he never did. And here they were under the stars and the moonlight in the bed of a pickup truck with only a quilt to cushion them. Doyle laid there with his hands behind his head. Fully clothed. Roger laid next to him, so quiet in his cargo shorts and tank.

The night felt so calm and the coolness was perfect. Not cold. Yet not a humid warm, either.

"Maybe we should do it right here." Doyle said.

"Are you crazy?" Roger looked at him. "Hello, I have a bed, back at my place."

"And, a house full of people." Doyle reminded him.

"That's never stopped me before." Roger winced.

"Yeah, about that." Doyle let himself say. "I mean, how is this gonna work, if you know-"

"God, is this what its about?'" Roger rose up on his elbows then and winced at Doyle.

"Its just if-" Doyle bit his bottom lip.

He could tell by Roger's restless breath that he wasn't that comfortable with so many questions.

"Maybe I've rather get it than give it." Roger finally said.

Doyle thought something might be stuck in his throat then. He hadn't thought of that. He winced more. What was Roger talking about?


lucy and sarah said...

let the confusion start.

ayşegül said...

was he still far deep into the closet(?):D
Any way he found hıs way ..:))
love you xo

Hippie Frou Frou said...

beautiful photo, neat story line!

jess s//

Cafe Fashionista said...

Let the drama begin; maybe Roger should have taken things a bit more...slow? :/

Winnie said...

Ahhh I love that picture!

Kristin said...

When's the next installment? Loving this!

Sara Lynn said...

Poor guy is so confused and has so much on his mind. I wish he would take care of his mom first, then maybe he would feel a little less stressed and could focus more on Roger?

misty said...

so many worries.

so jade said...

such an interesting picture..with this.

A Way To Describe Me With No Words.... said...

the medical field is pretty interesting though his mother may not think so. Like the picture

meg said...

He seems like a planner and on the right path. Just not the path his Mom wants him on.

ivy's closet said...

at least they ate talking about it.

Sootjeelina said...

Cool picture and story
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