Disclaimer stuff: I don't know the Backstreet Boys, I doubt that I ever will, I'm not denying the eligibility of Kevin and Kristin's marriage, but I can hope can't I? I am not making any assumptions about the sexuality of the BSB or any other celebrities who may appear in this story, they are merely the product of my imagination and their appearances, lifestyles and careers happen to bear a striking resemblance to those of the real life celebrities they resemble.
Right, now I'd like to make a couple of recommendations, especially for anyone who's about to start writing on the archive: Forever (my Holy Grail!), Josh and Just, My New Life, JC's Hitchhiker, Reformation, Get Another Boyfriend, and there are so many others I can't think of now, though I'm sure I'll think of them at some point, and add them to the list.
Finally, there's all the stuff about me being English, so if something doesn't make sense, then I'm sorry but it was our language first and you changed it, so don't blame me! Hope to hear from lots of people on this chapter, it's quite long, so anyway, on with the story:
On The Streets - Part 11
I woke on Saturday morning with a feeling of dread...I was supposed to meet Kevin's management today to sign the papers that would get me on tour as the guys' fitness instructor. I lay in bed for at least an hour before I heard Kevin moving beside me as he woke up. I looked over and smiled: he was quite a sight to wake up to in the morning. His eyes slowly flickered open and he looked at me. He smiled back and then leant up for a kiss before settling back down onto my chest. His hair spread to cover most of my pectoral.
"Kevin, how old are you?" I know, strange question to ask, but I realised that we had never touched on the subject even though we had talked for hours. I even knew his birthday, but not how old he was. He lifted his head and rested it down again, so that it was resting on my bicep.
"I just turned 30." He looked up at me and I smiled back at him before leaning down to kiss him passionately on the lips. He certainly wasn't bad for a 30 year old! I couldn't see myself as a 30 year old - I know it's weird, I've only got 4 years to go until then, but I always presumed that I would be the way I am now forever - peak of my physical condition, pulling in tricks most nights and just not getting older.
"How old are you?" Kevin interrupted my thoughts."
"26." He smiled again.
"Good, I've always liked younger men." We both chuckled at that. Then Kevin climbed on top of me and sat so that his knees were on either side of my waist and he was leaning down over me. I rested my hands on his hips and brushed them up and down his sides as we kissed again. I loved his hair this way, it fell over us as we kissed and it really felt as if we were in our own world. Kevin and I were both naked - we had slept that way the night before, but nothing happened. I could feel him getting hard, and so was I. When we pulled back, I looked down between us and saw both our cocks resting between us. I looked up at Kevin again and smiled. He blushed.
"Should we deal with Junior down there?" I sniggered. Kevin hesitated for a second and looked up at the clock on the nightstand.
"We don't have time. It's already 11:15 and we have to meet the guys from The Firm at 11:30." I put a pout on my face and Kevin snickered at me. Then I had a thought. As Kevin started to move off me, I tackled him onto the bed so that I was on top of him. "Jared! We don't have time, come on!"
"Maybe we don't have time for both of us to get off..." I smiled at Kevin, then started kissing around his neck and down his chest and quickly came to his still hard cock. I slurped down the head and took most of the heavy meat into my mouth. I bobbed up and down on it and licked all around his balls, then went down on him again. I finally went around the head with my tongue and felt Kevin spasm beneath me and his cum released into my mouth. I tasted the salty liquid in my mouth and swallowed it. I pulled off Kevin and went up his body again and kissed him. He was out of breath and sweating slightly. Once I kissed him I rolled off to the side, still slightly out of breath. "That was the first time I've ever got someone else to cum without cumming myself." Even when I worked as a prostitute, I had always cum when I picked up tricks, even if it was just them giving me a handjob. I looked over at Kevin.
"Do you want me to get you off?" Kevin looked at me with concern in his eyes.
"No." Kevin looked hurt for a moment. "No, you don't get it, I've always had sex with guys I didn't really know and I always got off as well because, well, it was like compensation, gave me some enjoyment for having sex with someone I didn't really want to have sex with, but with you it's different. I really want to be with you, and doing that just now, well, I enjoyed it, I didn't get off, but I enjoyed it, now do you understand? I can enjoy giving you pleasure cos I love you Kevin." Kevin smiled up at me and leaned over again to kiss me.
"Join me for a shower." He stood and held his hand for me. I nodded and let him pull me up before we both ran to the bathroom naked.
We met the guys from Kevin's management at 11:40, only 10 minutes late, in Brian and Nick's suite. There were papers spread out all over the table in their living room and there were three guys in suits standing or sitting around. Kevin introduced me to each of the guys in turn though I couldn't remember any of their names for the life of me. I ended up sitting down next to Kevin on one of the couches. He started reading through some of the papers. There were three piles, apparently one was what gave me the job of fitness instructor, one established a salary and also gave me meals and somewhere to sleep while I was on tour with the guys and the final pile of papers was a very long contract guaranteeing confidentiality of anything I saw while working for The Firm. Kevin said they were all fairly standard and they weren't cheating me or anything with the salary. I thought that Kevin had probably dealt with enough of these things, so I trusted him and signed all three. I put the pen down and Kevin leant over to whisper in my ear.
"You know one of those papers said that you have to have sex with me at least three times a day don't you?" I turned to him and he had a smirk on his face: he was kidding, though I don't think I'd have been too bothered! One of the guys in suits cleared his throat and Kevin got an exasperated expression on his face. I looked up at the guy who interrupted us.
"Jared, if I may call you that?" I nodded to him. "We understand that you've recently entered into a romantic involvement with Kevin here." I nodded again. "Before we agreed to allow you on tour we had to ask Kevin what...profession you were involved in prior to this one. Now we are not questioning your...position, but we would appreciate it if you had an HIV test as soon as possible, just to verify your status." I nodded again, I could understand the need for such precautions. "We're also hoping we won't have to explain to you the importance of not displaying any public shows of affection." I looked over at Kevin and he looked right back at me. I turned back to the management guy and nodded my head.
"Good, then we can start explaining your basic duties. Ultimately your first task is to ensure the guys' health and well-being. You must ensure that they are up to the task of performing. If you feel that they are spreading themselves too thin and their performance is failing because of, for instance, staying out too late, or eating a poor diet, then you must remedy the situation."
"Hold on! You mean I can keep them in if I don't think they should be out too late?" The management guy nodded. I turned to Kevin. "Well, that could be quite fun!" He smirked and I smiled and we turned back to the management. "What else?"
"You can write up basic diets for them, especially if a gain or loss of weight is affecting their performance, and of course as a fitness instructor, you design and control their exercise regime." I nodded. After that, we were basically done with the management people, so they all shook Kevin and my hands and left. Kevin put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around and pulled me into a hug. It was another one of those bone-crushing hugs where he managed to lift me off my feet. I was seriously starting to think that this guy didn't need a fitness instructor. He eventually put me down and we kissed. At the same moment Nick walked out of his room and saw us.
"Get a room you guys!!!" We split apart and Kevin rested his head on mine and we both started laughing. It was so good to see the laughter in his eyes. "Oh yeah, Jared, the guys and I wanted to take you out to celebrate!" I looked at Nick and saw a big grin on his face.
"Wow, thanks Nick, that would be great, come on Kevin, we'd better go get ready!" I started out the door and grabbed Kevin's hand.
"Hold on, Jared, I said the guys and I would like to take you out to celebrate, I didn't say anything about Kevin coming along." Now I understood that grin on his face. I turned to look at Kevin who was also smiling.
"Go on Jared, the guys want to get to know you better, you're gonna be touring with us for a couple of months at least, and they all want to get to know you, especially as you're gonna have a pretty tight rein on our social lives and they want to know who it is they're blaming if they're not allowed out." I nodded at Kevin, but wasn't very happy: this was the last full day I'd have in England, and I was hoping it would be with Kevin. Either way, we went back to Kevin's suite and I started to get ready. While I was shaving in the bathroom, Kevin came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and kissed me across my back. I smiled and almost cut myself, but eventually finished, and turned around in Kevin's arms. I kissed him. Behind my back I had the shaving foam canister and while I was kissing Kevin I sprayed some into my hand. As soon as we pulled back from the kiss I saw Kevin smiling at me. Then I pushed a load of foam into his face.
"That's for almost making me cut myself!" I said jokingly. Kevin's eyes opened and they looked like Charlie Chaplin's or something - his eyes were the only thing you could see. Eventually he opened his mouth to say something, but instead he just put on a big grin. Having washed off the foam, Kevin came out the bathroom to find me fully dressed in some of the clothes that he and A.J. had helped me shop for yesterday.
"Wow, you look good!" I smiled back at him. "I was hoping you'd save that outfit for when you were with me." He looked at me with longing eyes. I was wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants and a form-fitting black sleeveless shirt which had an orange stripe around the middle. I knew exactly why Kevin wanted me to save it - it was tight, so he could see my body better - pervert. I laughed and sprayed on some of Kevin's cologne. He came up to me and hugged me.
"Are you sure you can't come with us? I'm still not sure what to say around some of the guys. I get kinda nervous when I'm around them." Kevin smiled.
"That's exactly why they invited you out - they want you to get used to being around them, we're gonna be together for a long time on tour, and hopefully you and I will be together even longer." I smiled at that. "So, I hope that you and the guys can get on with each other as they are my best friends, they're like brothers to me. Please try? For me?" I smiled at him and leant in for another kiss, before hearing a banging on the door. It was A.J..
"Come on man! We're starving out here!" Kevin and I chuckled and walked to the door.
I thought the guys were going to take me out to a meal, but it turned out they were all pretty tired from last night and as they had a concert tonight as well they didn't want to go out anywhere, so they took me to the hotel restaurant which was on the ground floor. They had a section of the restaurant cordoned off so that they could have some privacy from the prying eyes of the other patrons. I sat down with Howie on my left and Nick on my right. Brian was next to Nick and A.J. sat between Howie and Brian. We ordered our meal almost straight away. I was still pretty nervous around these guys.
"So Jared, you comin' out with us tonight?" A.J. asked me.
"What d'you mean? Don't you have a concert tonight?"
"Yeah man, but it's earlier than normal and as it's our last night here we thought we'd fit in a club before we have to leave tomorrow. As we're travelling most of tomorrow, it doesn't matter what time we get back cos we can sleep for most of the day on the bus!" A.J. smiled at the thought of clubbing and I thought over going out with them.
"Got any ideas as to where you're goin?" I asked them. A.J. shook his head no. "Good, I'll take you to some places that I think you'll like."
"Hey Brian what was that place we went to last time we were here? The one with four storeys to it? That was a wicked club!" Nick turned to Brian.
"Do you mean the Home Club?" I asked Nick.
"Yeah! That's it, on Liesester Square right?" I had to laugh at the American pronunciation of Leicester.
"Yeah Nick, and it's pronounced Lester! I know it's spelt funny, but it's just pronounced that way!" The other guys laughed at the way Nick blushed. "Oh so you guys think that's funny?" I took a pen out my back pocket and took a paper napkin from the centre of the table and wrote out two names: Bicester and Welwyn. Then I showed them to Howie and then to Brian. "Howie, how do you say that top one?"
"Bye-cess-ter."
"And, Brian, how do you say the bottom one?"
"Well-win."
"Well done, you both managed tog get them wrong." They looked at me questioningly. "The top one is pronounced Bister and the bottom one is pronounced Well-in." They shook their hands and smiled.
"You guys have weird pronunciation in this country!"
"Excuse me but it's our language, we invented it, you took it and changed it, it's not our fault!" The guys chuckled at that.
"Hey don't I get a try at pronouncing something, I bet I can do it better than these doofuses!" A.J. said.
"Ok A.J., pronounce this." And I started writing out a name on a piece of napkin...Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwll Llantysiliogogogoch. "Ok A.J. pronounce that." A.J. took the napkin and turned it around so he could see it, then tried looking at it upside down, I laughed at that.
"Ok, very funny, funny man, what is that anyway?"
"It's the longest place name in the U.K. - it's the name of a town in Wales." I sniggered and the other guys had a look at what A.J. was reading and they all started laughing. A.J. just threw the napkin away in disgust. I laughed even harder at his pout on his face.
The food arrived shortly after that and then we ate pretty much solidly for three-quarters of an hour. Occasional comments and anecdotes from touring interspersed with the sounds of eating and drinking were the only noises to come from the table.
Once the meal was finished, Nick turned back to me.
"So, is it ok to go to the Home Club tonight? After the concert I mean?"
"Well, we could go, that is if it hadn't been shut down a few months ago!" I chuckled back at Nick.
"What? Why? How?" Came the responses from around the table.
"There were drug problems in there, they got too much for the owners to hide, oh yeah and I think a couple of people walked in there with handguns or something, so they got shut down for not having enough security." The guys all looked a little startled. "You've got to remember the police over here and the laws governing firearms and drugs are stricter. Handguns are illegal period. You cannot own them at all, and people who say collect antique guns have to have them decommissioned by the army. Drug dealers can get 15 year prison sentences for dealing in what would probably be classed in most countries as fairly 'soft' drugs, and hard drug dealers can end up with life imprisonment, which unlike in the states, actually means life imprisonment." The guys looked even more shocked. "Look, don't worry about it, I'll take you to Fabric tonight, it's another good club. The guys nodded and we stood up and walked out the restaurant.
I turned up back at Kevin's room about half past three and lay down on one of the couches, my stomach bloated from having eaten too much.
"Remind me never to go out with those guys again, I feel like I've eaten a horse." I said to Kevin, who was sitting on the other couch reading a newspaper. Kevin chuckled gently and then put down his newspaper before kneeling by the couch I was on. He leant over and placed a kiss on my cheek. I turned towards him and he kissed me again on the lips. I pulled him partially on top of me, and then I just hugged him close so that we were both lying on the couch. I eventually fell asleep there, not quite sure if Kevin fell asleep as well, but I needed a nap after such a big lunch. When I woke up a couple of hours later, Kevin was still there looking at me. I smiled and leaned up to kiss him passionately on the lips.
"We need to get to sound check soon, we're gonna be late if we don't leave in the next 10 minutes or so, I was about to wake you." Kevin said with an apologetic look in his eyes. "Um, I know you've been to two concerts this week already, do you still want to come to this one? I mean I won't mind if you want to stay at home for tonight." Kevin looked at me with a questioning look in his eyes.
"Of course I'll come, besides I've got a job to do now, I've got to observe you guys and see whether I can improve your performance by improving your fitness don't I?" I asked with a smug grin on my face. Kevin pulled me close and kissed me on the chin for some reason. I looked him in the eyes and cupped his chin and pulled him in for a kiss. Soon enough though we heard a knock on the door and Howie's voice.
"Are you guys makin' out in there or something? Come on Kev! We have to be at the venue in half an hour for sound check!" Kevin and I both laughed and got off the sofa. While he went to answer the door, I went into his bedroom to grab his leather jacket which I pulled on and also my shoes which I slipped on. Then I grabbed a notepad off the desk in the room and a pencil out of the holder on the desk. Thank god for hotel complimentary stationery. I wasn't kidding with Kevin - I was gonna start my job tonight, taking any notes if I thought anything was out of place and could be improved by a general fitness improvement.
We walked out of Kevin's suite and into the elevator, Kevin holding my hand. "You know, I really like you in that top." He ran his hand around my waist, feeling the shape of my body in the tight fabric of the top. I smiled back at him and kissed him. When the doors opened, we separated slightly, but remained close enough that Kevin's and my hands brushed a bit every few steps. Once we were in the limo that waited for us outside the lobby, Kevin continued holding my hand.
Everything went almost exactly the same as the previous two concerts, slight change here, slight change there, but nothing noticeable unless someone had been to all three concerts - like me. I watched their dancing closely, seeing if any of them were dancing slower than the others, or if one of them was deliberately missing a step so that he could keep up. I made the occasional note about Nick skipping a step which he had stumbled on during rehearsal, but I would just tell Fatima about that - he needed to practise that move a bit more. Then I noticed something which really disheartened me - Kevin was falling behind and started missing steps. We were in the last couple of songs of the concert, but he was definitely slowing down. In the last song, unfortunately a fairly fast song, Kevin got a cramp in his leg, I noticed him clutch it in pain. It took all my willpower not to jump up and run out there to help him, but he continued dancing - I was impressed that he managed so well, but I was also very concerned - why was he not dancing as well as normally? We had definitely gotten enough sleep over the last 24 hours, what had the guys done differently to him? They had eaten with me. I knew it - Kevin had said that he would order some room service, maybe he forgot or just wasn't hungry this afternoon or something, but he obviously hadn't eaten enough to keep his energy levels up and he was now suffering. As the song drew to a close, Kevin half limped, half ran off the stage and fell into my arms where I stood waiting for him in the wings. I saw a couple of tears that had run down his face from the pain of continuing the dance routine. I looked into his eyes for a moment, and saw the pain there too. I scooped him up in my arms and carried him into the changing rooms - he was deceptively light for his height - either this was just natural for him or I was going to have to deal with a real problem with his nutritional regime. Once in the changing room, I took off his heavy boots that he wore as part of the costume and then I removed the shirt and upper layers of trousers - there were two layers to the costume. I laid him on the floor bare-chested and without any shoes or socks on and bent the knee of the leg which hadn't cramped. I then started to lift the cramped leg until it was almost 90 degrees to his body and I looked to his face to see him grimacing. I knew what I had to do to get rid of the pain, but I didn't want to do it to Kevin. I grabbed the toes of his foot and bent them down slightly, flexing every muscle in his leg just slightly more than it already was and Kevin let out a slight whimper. I knew the cramp would be gone, but Kevin would probably ache for a bit, so I sat on the couch in the changing room right next to where Kevin lay. He slowly pulled himself up and sat with his back up against the couch next to me.
"When the guys took me out today, you said you were going to order something from room service, did you end up getting anything, or did you just skip a meal?" I looked down at Kevin and he looked back up at me before slowly turning his head back to the ground. "Kevin? Did you eat lunch?" I think he was surprised that I worked out that he had missed a meal, but I wasn't gonna give up on this. Finally I just shouted at him, "Kevin, did you eat lunch?" I asked angrily. Kevin looked around at me in shock and then slowly shook his head. "Why not? You knew you had a concert today and yet you still missed the only meal you would have all day. We missed breakfast and then you deliberately missed lunch, why?" Kevin looked around at me.
"Can we talk about this later?" He looked sorry, but his eyes also showed something else, pain, perhaps, or disgust? I didn't know what was going on in Kevin's head at that moment, but I was gonna find out, not least because it was now my job to make sure the guys could perform and if Kevin was missing meals for some reason, I wanted to know why.
On the way back to the hotel, the guys started talking about going to the club again, and they were already dressed in their clubbing outfits. Nick looked over at Kevin, who was dressed in sweatpants and shirt. "Aren't you coming with us to the club Kev?" Kevin shook his head no.
"Sorry Nick, but I'm really tired after that concert, I think I'm gonna catch up on some sleep." Nick hesitated then slowly nodded his head in understanding.
"I'm going back with him." The guys started to complain at my sudden abandonment of them, but I turned back to them and carried on. "Don't worry, I already spoke to the driver and he'll take us along to Fabric first and I'll make sure you guys get settled in there. I know a couple of the guys who work there, I'll make sure that you get in ok and get good service. Then Kevin and I'll go back and wait for you guys, we'll send the limo back though so that you can get home. You're lucky - when I used to come to this place I used to have to get the underground home, and that's not funny when you're half drunk and it's 4:30 in the morning!" The other guys laughed a bit at that and I was glad they weren't so upset about neither me or Kevin coming. To tell the truth, I was just about ready to go clubbing myself, but I wanted to find out about Kevin and I wasn't prepared to leave him just yet. So, I got the guys out at Fabric and the limo waited out front for me. I showed them around a bit inside, showed them which barmen to go to and which to avoid and then left, driving off in the limo with Kevin. Once we got to the hotel, Kevin needed a hand to get up to our suite - apparently his leg was hurting more than I thought. I got him into the living room despite his protests that he wanted to go to bed. I could see he wasn't that tired and he was just trying to get out of talking. I laid him out on the couch and sat opposite him on the other one.
"Now, are you gonna tell me what's going on?"
"No." He said in an almost child-like tone.
"Kevin, you got me this job, and I like having this job, but if you don't tell me why you didn't eat at lunchtime and why you're unwilling to talk to me then I can't make this job work and I'll just get fired. Now are you gonna tell me or are you just gonna let me get fired now?" Kevin turned towards me with tears in his eyes.
"I...I..." I looked towards him expectantly.
"I...I'm..." I waited a bit longer and raised my eyebrows to get him to go on. I saw the tears start to roll down his cheeks and his lower lip started to tremble. I leant forward and took his hand.
"It's ok Kevin, you can tell me anything." He almost smiled back appreciatively, but it dropped, then he looked into the back of the couch again. I sighed and moved closer to him. "Kevin, please talk to me, if you don't tell me what's wrong, I'll lose my job and I thought you loved me enough not to do that to me." He sighed and I put my hand on his shoulder. "Ok then Kevin, if that's really what you want, I'll go." I started to rise out my seat and moved across to the bedroom door. I heard him shout out to me.
"Jared, wait!" I turned back to look at him. He looked almost pitiful lying there and reaching out to me with one arm. "I'll talk." I went over and sat on the same couch as him pushing his legs back a bit.
"Ok, talk." I looked down at him. He took a deep breath and begun.
"You remember this morning when we woke up? And we were talking about how old we were?" I nodded my head, beginning to guess where this was going. "Jared, I'm not as young as when we started the group. Nor do I spend as much time in the gym as I used to. I can't - we just don't have time, but I look at you and you have this perfect body which I really admire, and well I wish I could live up to what you have and well...did the guys ever tell you what my other nickname was?" I shook my head no. He smiled slightly. "It was Mr. Body Beautiful." I smiled back at him. "The truth is Jared, I don't want to be the fat one, I don't want to be the old one either, but there's not much I can do about that. I know I must sound really shallow and superficial, but when I look at your body, I see a perfect body and I don't want to...well, I don't want to lose you Jared, because I am getting older and I can see I'm not as fit as I used to be. I tried skipping a meal today cos I thought I could start losing weight and I knew if I had the concert I would burn off more calories and more fat if I hadn't eaten at lunchtime." He looked up at me and saw how upset I was with him. I was a little disappointed frankly. "I'm sorry Jared, I know it was stupid." I leaned forward and kissed him. It wasn't passionate or anything, just soft and tender.
"Kevin, I don't know what to say, firstly though you're not old, you're 30 for god's sake and...I know I'm gonna regret telling you this, but you remember our first night together?" He nodded. I leant forward so that my forehead was resting against his. I knew he loved this position as he could feel my warm breath on his face. "While I was having sex with you, I was thinking all the time what an incredible stud you were. I couldn't think about anything else - you were gorgeous in my eyes, I thought you looked so good, I knew that night that if you wanted me to stay with you, I would've said yes in a second, and I knew I was falling for you by the end of that night. And by the second time we met, when we had dinner, I knew I had fallen and landed flat on my face. You are incredibly handsome Kevin, I can't imagine anyone better looking than you and Kevin, I want to be with you, you will not lose me because of how you look or how old you are. In fact it would take wild horses to rip me away from you!!!" Kevin smiled at that. "Now, two things: firstly, if you ever want to lose weight, tell me, I am now organising your health and fitness, don't just skip meals that won't work: your body will rather feed on muscle mass than on fat, and you'll feel weak, especially as your body starts producing lactic acid which is why your leg cramped this evening." Kevin nodded. "Secondly, can we please go to bed cos you look as tired as I feel." Kevin smiled and then slowly, achingly sat upright. Then I helped him stand and we walked to the bedroom where we helped each other undress, me helping quite a bit more than him. We ended up on the bed together, both pretty tired. I saw him fall asleep, then I brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. I leant in and gave him a kiss on the forehead - how could he not see himself as beautiful.
Sunday morning was a mad panic for the guys - Nick and A.J. hadn't packed and nor had Brian, so Howie, Kevin and I sat in our suite and ate our breakfast. I looked up at Kevin occasionally and when I saw him eating heartily I smiled at him. He smiled back and chatted with Howie. Eventually the guys were all ready and we headed out to the bus. All the bags were stowed in the hold and we headed on. The guys were happy that I chose to stay with Kevin. Eventually we all settled in and Kevin showed me where I'd be sleeping. His bunk was the same as the other four, but each of the guys had different pictures taped to the walls of their bunks. Kevin's pictures were mostly of his family back home, though there was a picture of him with a woman, presumably his 'wife' and there were a couple of nature shots of some wide open plains, then some of some forest somewhere and finally one of a sunset over some low hills. I smiled up at Kevin, and then I felt the bus jerk to a start and I went to a window and watched as the London landscape was slowly replaced by that of fields and hills and then by farms and finally we approached the sea. I took one last look at England before I boarded the ferry and sat down on deck.
"Are you sad you're leaving." Kevin asked as he sat down next to me on the deck.
"No, I will miss England a bit, but I'm not really sad. I had a nice childhood in England, but the last few years have not been good to me, I guess I'm glad to be getting out." Kevin nodded and then took my hand in his. It was cold on deck and I welcomed the warmth. We sat on deck facing back to the white cliffs of Dover as they receded over the horizon and I held Kevin's hand tightly as I truly set off on my new life.
To Be Continued... End of Part 11.
Ok, that's 11 parts and I'm finally out of England woohoo! Um, this might be the last part for a week or so as I'm having a bit of trouble dealing with some stuff at the moment and I just want to get it sorted before I start writing again otherwise I might muck up the story or something. Oh yeah, and I'd like to receive more feedback from this story please? I only got like one from the last chapter and it was one of my longest. I think this chapter is even longer, so please write if you like it!