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What am I doing here? I am going to get caught for sure. I am about to knock on the door of a house by the beach, one where an actor I admire from afar lives. I’ve had a crush on this guy from the first time I saw him on the big screen. My obsession only grew when he appeared on TV a few years later. I watched him grow into a very handsome young man, one I was determined to have for myself; but how?
Who, you might ask, is the object of my unbridled desire? Who could stir a passion so strong that I am determined to risk life and limb to be near him? Only one person has ever driven me this far beyond reason before: Wil Wheaton.
"About fucking time," I muttered as Colin walked into the barbers. "Hey haven't seen you for a while, I thought I was the only guy that cut your hair," I chucked.
"Yeah you are Romeo, but I've been out of the country for the past four weeks."
"Usual?" I asked. He nodded, and I got to work cutting and styling his hair. It was difficult keeping control, he was well built and I knew he worked as a fitness model. Just looking at his watch suggested he was earning some good money.
As I finished and bushed off his shoulders, I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "We've got a new massage service, shoulders and neck." I looked at his reflection and locked my eyes on his. "Roxanne does it."
He smiled. "Well, I'm a little stiff after the flight yesterday," he replied rolling his shoulders. He didn't need any further encouragement, and I led him to a back room.
"Oh, there you are Darren," Sally called out.
I glanced around McDonalds and spotted the cheerleader. "Hi Sal, what are you doing here?" I asked slightly nervously.
"You are silly Darren, I called you only ten minutes ago and told you I was here waiting for you." She wrapped her arms around my waist. "Have you been working out again? Your like bigger, I'm sure."
I chuckled uneasily, "Always training babe, you know me--muscle head all the way."
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So today was the day my best friend finally told me the truth about his sexuality. He hadn't meant too tell me at all but the consequences of his actions meant that he had no choice. There was no more denial or covering up the truth it was all out in the open now.
"Fucking Jeff," I muttered to myself, "come back to see they guy my ass. He's come back to rub our noses in it."
I watched as he sauntered in, an expensive blue shirt unbuttoned to show his impressive body. Yeah I'll give him that, he was good but then he had the backers now--sponsored to the hilt.
"John, Peter, Jack, Craig," he smiled as he walked around the gang bumping fists and hugging. The others seemed pleased to see him, but I was indifferent. He stopped at me and plucked at my white t-shirt, "Nice shirt Tony."
"Thanks," I replied through my gritted teeth.
"Can't believe your still in this dump."
"Yeah, well I've got plans," I snapped back.
"You always had plans Tony, but never dedication to follow them through. You need to be more like me, and achieve your goals."
I snorted a laugh, "Oh I have plans."
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