Strip Poker 2000 Part 3 by Bartimeaus

Ok Peoples 🙂 Told you I’d get it out by the first week of July. Im early with it. Mostly because my brains deciding to work against me with my hectic life so yes, I just left it open with a “To be continues…?”
No Idea why I put the ? its going to be continued, but please dont hassel me about it, if you want it to come out, and you have a suggestion for the story, feel free to leave it in a comment 🙂
Ok, so I’ll let you get on with the reading, This ones a little different since it involves toys, But same characters, one new one and the grand finale….. MY NAMES REVEALED -gasps- (If your wondering why all the dramatics, Im posting this at nearly midnight and my brains fried) ENJOY!I woke to a loud droning in my ears. I sat up dazed and looked around. I’d fallen asleep in class, last period SOSE. By the look of it we were about half way through Oral Presentations, one of the beauties of going first, you can sleep through the rest. I’d woken up just in time though, for the only one I wanted to hear. Dylan’s. He got up and gave his presentation on the Roman Army. How could someone so beautiful and intelligent want to be with me whenever possible? As of a few weeks ago, Dylan had broken up with Kaya, she told the story as she dumped him, but he tells it as a mutual separation. His story was understandable; after all she was one of the bossiest people on the planet. He’d come back to sit down after listening to Mr. O’Dea drone on about the good points and his marks. I pretended to sleep through the entire presentation, and could hear from his footsteps that he was cautioning around me. I rolled over ”Half asleep” and ran my hand up the inside of his leg, stopping a few centimetres from his crotch.

“Shit,” he gasped, “I thought you were asleep, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“You didn’t think I’d sleep through your presentation did you,” I replied, more of a statement than a question.

“Mm, I guess not,” running his hands through my hair and lifting my hand away from his leg. I pulled a puppy dog face and he burst out laughing.

“Aww, poor Paul. I’m sure you can wait half an hour till we’re at least at home can’t you?”

I didn’t really respond, I moaned, then let my hand casually drift back to his leg. He stared deep into my eyes, a burning piercing sort of stare. I made a sound between a moan and a whimper then hid my face from his eyes. He chuckled and lifted my face with his finger. I’d gotten use to just moving when he wanted me to move, resistance was futile, especially against him. He stared into my eyes again, but this time a more light stare, a ‘please don’t be like that’ sort of stare. Without thinking I leaned forward towards his lips, only to be pushed away and receive the burning stare again.

The bell rang about 2 orals later and I was out the door so fast it hadn’t even stopped ringing. I was excited. Really excited. It was a Friday afternoon, I had 5 minutes left of school then I was gone, all I had to do was wait for Dylan. I stood outside the class room when we were dismissed and waited for him to come out. The second he did I was jumping around like an excited puppy.

“Whoa, down boy. Can you wait a few minutes? I need to talk to Freya,” he said looking over at the stunning red head. Freya was a beautiful girl, about average height with auburn red hair, set against pallid white skin. Her deep brown eyes able to seduce the most strong willed of men. He walked back over quickly.

“Umm, you should head home, I’ll call you later. You can come over tomorrow if you want.” I was a little confused, and disappointed. So I got my bus pass out of my bag and went home.

I spent maybe most of the afternoon trying to figure out when he would call, and why he’d cancelled on me. At about 6.30pm he finally called.

“DYLAN! I’ve been missing you like crazy,” I said throwing myself down on the bed.

“Hey. Umm, listen. Are you sitting down?”

“Wha? Why?”

“Just shut up. Ok? Listen. This afternoon, when I was talking to Freya, I kind of noticed just how beautiful she really was,” I was confused but I kept listening, “and I asked her out. I know it might have seemed like we had a thing, but Paul, you have to understand, you were just in the right place at the wrong time,” I dropped the handset on the bed.

I looked down at it hearing a murmuring coming from the speaker. I pressed the end call button and got up. I walked straight out the door, and out into the garden. It was warm, and I laid down in the flowerbed, beside the rose bushes, beautiful and fragrant, but painful with all its thorns. Just like Dylan. I closed my eyes and let the warm midnight air consume me.

When I woke up on the Saturday morning, it was overcast, and creating a golden effect right across the sky, like a sky wide sunrise. A golden glow on a blackened day. I lay in the garden, listening to my own heartbeat. I closed my eyes and absorbed the glow from the clouds. I sat up slowly and opened my eyes, wrapping my arms around my legs and pulling my knees to my chin. The entire garden was shaded an orange colour. I turned a reached for a rose and pricked myself finger on the thorns, I pulled off the rose and looked at the petals, the stem, the thorns. So like him. Then I looked to the leaves lying dead on the ground. So like me. The forgotten, the mistreated, the broken.

After I’d cleaned most of the blood, I got up and threw the rose into the dark shadows behind the bushes. I walked back inside, and realised my parents wouldn’t be there. They had to go visit my aunt last night and wouldn’t be back until Monday; that was why I was going to his house. I picked up my phone and opened messaging. In 14 short hours he’d left 63 messages. I hit select all and deleted them. I picked up the handset off my bed and set it in the charger, then walked out to the kitchen and made myself some toast. But I wasn’t hungry, I don’t think I could’ve eaten even if I was.

I decided I would get dressed and take a walk, to clear my head. I changed out of my school uniform from the previous day, put on a black and silver t-shirt with skinny jeans, and headed for the door. I opened it, to find him sitting on the steps.

“Paul!” He said, flinging himself around and rushing toward me. I slammed the door, only to have it blocked by his foot. I turned and stalked off to the backdoor.

“Paul, please wait,” he pleaded.

“What is it?” I snarled, turning to face him, “Didn’t do a good enough job killing me last night and come to finish me off?”

“Paul. You know that wasn’t what I was doing.”

“Did I? I couldn’t tell, between the being told I was a mistake and the having my heart broken,” I made a break for the door but he snagged my arm, turning me to face him.

“Paul, I wasn’t doing either of those. How was I to know how you would react?” he asked, tugging me back to him when I tried to move away. I kept my face turned away from his, tears streaming down it. I sniffed.

“Are you crying?” he demanded while I tried to push off him.

He grabbed my free arm and turned me to face him. The second I saw him look at my tears they doubled. I pushed off him pointlessly. He put both my wrists in one hand and lifted my face with the other, caressing it, and making the tears all the more worse. I tried one last time to push him off, and he pulled me in instead, pushing my head down onto his shoulder and wrapping his arms around me. The sobs slowly came to a halt as he ran his hand down my back, and held me against him. When he was confident I’d stopped the crying, he let go of me, and sat me on the couch. I collapsed against him, burying my face deep in his chest.

“Paul. Paul. Paul, stop it. Sit up so I can talk to you,” I followed his instructions and sat up, looking at him through my red eyes.

“I was thinking, I was kind of harsh. But I still love you. Listen, I rented a boat the long weekend, its sitting down in the marina collecting dust. We’ll take it out to the open sea. Just you, me and a few other people. Do you want to go?” I groaned and mumbled out a yes, at least I think it was a yes.

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So I jumped up of the couch (maybe 5 minutes later) and went for a shower. I hopped out and ran to my room with just a towel, Dylan still sitting on the couch, playing with my phone. I chucked on my black and silver shirt again, and the same skinny jeans, then ransacked my closet and drawers, throwing clothes into a duffle bag.

When I trotted back out with the duffle bag, Dylan hopped up off the couch, pushing me back down in the process.

“I just have to make a couple of calls,” he said holding up his phone; handing back mine, “then we can head over to the marina.”

“Ok,” I said grinning from ear to ear.

“Ok, I hope you don’t mind, I invited a few other people,” he said returning to the couch and putting his hand on mine.

“Umm no, that’s fine. Can I ask who?”

“Oh don’t worry, all people you know, Kaya, Annabelle,” that would be a joyous reunion (I may have been a little harsh with the dumping), “umm, you remember Rebecca and Matt?”

“Umm yep,” I defiantly remembered Matt.

“Ok then, let’s head off. In the car you hop you sook,” he said making crying noises as he hustled me out the door.

I lived a fair way from the marina, its not exactly far, same city, but it was more middle-north side and I lived in the southern end. When I say southern I mean, my house was 2 streets from the city borders. So as your can imagine, it was a long drive. I feel asleep in the passenger seat and didn’t wake up till Dylan shook me awake. I hadn’t even realised we’d picked up Rebecca and Matt.

“Your right he does look like a koala,” Rebecca chirped as I slowly came awake, to find her, Matt and Dylan staring at me.