life isn't always that easy, but hey - isn't it encouraging to know you are not alone ?
I hope you'll enjoy your Sunday, spring sun and just this wonderful day completely.
I just sat down and wrote this little something for you - hope you enjoy.
Title: "Lock and key"
Two weeks before the horror of Herrington High it was the first time Zeke found his lock broken.
What the heck? He couldn’t explain it an he was pissed. It couldn't have been a burglar, nothing was stolen.So what?
'Ok, locks could be replaced' he sighed to himself .
No, he wasn’t scared but he had to think about the words one of his classmates said “Something strange is going on here…”
The pillow beside him was rumpled – someone definitely WAS here. This made him angry, puzzled and … curious.
At first when Zeke woke to find Casey nestled against him, it was the second night after Merry Beth. He couldn’t bring himself to wake him, telling him to leave – no matter how much he wanted to be alone.
First it was only a couple of nights … slowly, very slowly it became every other night .
Then it became every night.
He and Casey.
No longer in search of comfort after terrible nightmares and nervous breakdowns
but comfort after every day life.
Zeke couldn’t talk about it because every morning when he opened his eyes Casey was gone.
But every morning when Zeke walked into the classroom Casey would give him a shy and grateful smile.
Casey blushed slightly when Zeke sat down beside him and simply laid his apartment key down.
They didn’t exchange a word, they didn’t look at each other.
They simply understood each other … as always.
Zeke knew – this night his boy would stay … next morning Casey would be there..
And his lock wouldn’t be broken.
Maybe his heart some day ...
and now I'm off to my garden :)