Original: To His Grave: Prologue
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elvenavariHere is my attempt of breaking my writer's block. I have this and chapter 1 written, let's hope the rest comes just as easy.
Title: To His Grave
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avari_maethor
Summary: This is not a story about romance. This is a story of friendship and how far that friendship goes.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some m/m situations mentioned however it is not a main piece of the story.
To His Gave
Prologue
Tommy Scott White
5/17/1984 – 9/15/2000
Loved son – Good friend
You will be missed
If it had been up to me ‘good friend’ would have been ‘best friend’. Of course, who am I to have an opinion of what goes on a guy’s grave? I’ll tell you who I am! I’m Eli Combs, I was Tommy’s best friend… oh God… was, that single word leaves a bad taste in my mouth and a pain in my heart. Parents always say that they should never have to bury a child and I’ll agree that’s true. But damnit, a guy shouldn’t have to watch his best friend be buried, not at sixteen.
Tommy was a lot more than just my best friend. We’d known each other practically since the day we were born, living two houses down from each other in a small neighborhood will do that. His dad taught us how to play basketball, mine took us to our first game, the 1995 game the Celtics VS. the Bulls. Tommy was there when my parents split up. It still makes me laugh a bit, when my dad asked me who I wanted to stay with I didn’t say I wanted to stay with my mom, I said I wanted to stay with Tommy.
Eli and Tommy, Tommy and Eli, we were always together. We had all the same classes up until high school and even then it was only a difference of two. We started dating girls at the same time, tried our first illegal drink, tried cigarettes (which were gross); we laughed through our first porno together, had learned to drive and… tried each other. By that I don’t mean we had sex, that wasn’t for us. We just kissed a couple of times and traded a few hand jobs. You can stop looking at this page like that, we weren’t gay, not by a long shot, we were just curious as most teenagers are. Don’t scoff either; I know the majority of guys have pictured gross shit in their minds while in the showers at school. Not many like to pop a woody and be labeled a fag. Personally, I wouldn’t mind if I was gay but hell I’m barely even bi! The only one I’d ever be gay with is… was… Tommy. That is really gonna take some getting used to.
Well, I suppose I have ranted enough. Perhaps now I should explain why Tommy is laying under this stone instead of standing by my side. It happened really fast. Eight months ago Tommy was fine, at least it seemed he was, I guess that’ not true though. Tommy had been sick since the day he was born. It was just eight months ago it decided to make itself known. Oh screw it, I could spend forever dodging around this but I won’t. I need to come out and say it, convince myself of it. Let me show you how Tommy took my heart to his grave. No, I don’t mean that literally, although had we matched I would have gladly given him my heart.
Title: To His Grave
Author:
avari_maethorSummary: This is not a story about romance. This is a story of friendship and how far that friendship goes.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some m/m situations mentioned however it is not a main piece of the story.
Prologue
Tommy Scott White
5/17/1984 – 9/15/2000
Loved son – Good friend
You will be missed
If it had been up to me ‘good friend’ would have been ‘best friend’. Of course, who am I to have an opinion of what goes on a guy’s grave? I’ll tell you who I am! I’m Eli Combs, I was Tommy’s best friend… oh God… was, that single word leaves a bad taste in my mouth and a pain in my heart. Parents always say that they should never have to bury a child and I’ll agree that’s true. But damnit, a guy shouldn’t have to watch his best friend be buried, not at sixteen.
Tommy was a lot more than just my best friend. We’d known each other practically since the day we were born, living two houses down from each other in a small neighborhood will do that. His dad taught us how to play basketball, mine took us to our first game, the 1995 game the Celtics VS. the Bulls. Tommy was there when my parents split up. It still makes me laugh a bit, when my dad asked me who I wanted to stay with I didn’t say I wanted to stay with my mom, I said I wanted to stay with Tommy.
Eli and Tommy, Tommy and Eli, we were always together. We had all the same classes up until high school and even then it was only a difference of two. We started dating girls at the same time, tried our first illegal drink, tried cigarettes (which were gross); we laughed through our first porno together, had learned to drive and… tried each other. By that I don’t mean we had sex, that wasn’t for us. We just kissed a couple of times and traded a few hand jobs. You can stop looking at this page like that, we weren’t gay, not by a long shot, we were just curious as most teenagers are. Don’t scoff either; I know the majority of guys have pictured gross shit in their minds while in the showers at school. Not many like to pop a woody and be labeled a fag. Personally, I wouldn’t mind if I was gay but hell I’m barely even bi! The only one I’d ever be gay with is… was… Tommy. That is really gonna take some getting used to.
Well, I suppose I have ranted enough. Perhaps now I should explain why Tommy is laying under this stone instead of standing by my side. It happened really fast. Eight months ago Tommy was fine, at least it seemed he was, I guess that’ not true though. Tommy had been sick since the day he was born. It was just eight months ago it decided to make itself known. Oh screw it, I could spend forever dodging around this but I won’t. I need to come out and say it, convince myself of it. Let me show you how Tommy took my heart to his grave. No, I don’t mean that literally, although had we matched I would have gladly given him my heart.
