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Round 3 - Return of the Meme

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That's nearly the end of the storia, for onto the scene comes our much loved meme: HAIL TO THE QUEEN OF PROMPTIA.

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From:

wniny.livejournal.com

Chapter 2. Understanding

Albert smiled against George, who he counted as his best friend. They had spent two years together at the boarding school already, and today it was Georges 15th birthday. Birthdays was seldom celebrated but Albert knew how homesick George had been for the last month so he had decided to lighten him up.
He liked George. A lot. A little bit more than one should probably. So much that he had bad – BAD – dreams about him, dreams that forced him to change sheets in the morning, and he couldn't really repress the feelings he felt when he looked at George. Especially into his beautiful baby blue eyes. They where so full of life and all the happiness in the world seemed to live in there. That would make Albert's stomach hurt, but it was a pleasant sort of pain, a sort of pain that made him want to curl up and just smile like a fool.
Albert liked everything about George. George was spiffing.
George was also very short, and that made him look a bit chubby, but he wasn't really, or maybe a little but nothing to serious. But it was still something that the other students liked to tease him about (according to Richard, but Richard was fat himself so it was possible that the rumors was actually about him.) But he was really great at sports and he could run for hours. (almost)
He wasn't sure at all if George liked him. Well as a friend maybe, but nothing more than that. And sure they had wanked off together a couple of times, and had not George had his hand on his shoulder one time (and had that not made Albert come all to fast?), but so had most of the boys in the dorm, it was so cramped, it didn't mean anything. It way just Albert that was odd and actually watched and the other when they did it, he really liked watching George stroking himself, watching his face when he did. He really wanted to make George look like that himself.
George's birthday coincided with a sunday, that's why they was able to celebrate it. Albert had planned it himself, keeping all the plans away from Charles who was just going to suggest that he would smuggle in some spirits and maybe a few girls.
He had only involved Charles (and Sotherby) in the Saturday afternoon. They needed a cake and he knew that Charles would be the only one to get one. Since he was the lover of someone in the kitchen, or claimed to be at least.
Charles had gotten them a cake, a simple poundcake with jam in it, and a bottle of brandy. Albert hid the brandy, but Charles was probably going to find it. It had been hard hiding the cake, but it George had not found it yet.
They had spent the morning walking to church and attending mass, and the afternoon playing cricket with Professor Willbond. It was the prefect way to spend a Sunday. ”Playing the best sport there is!” Professor Willbond said, he had always been nice (he taught english by the way). They all enjoyed the informality of Sundays, the other professors joining in the game, Professor Howick (the new social science teacher) read a book under the shades. The new german student who shyly sat on the bench, while Robert from 7th grade pestered him with questions that he didn't understand. Yes – sundays where wonderful.
They had played until almost 5 o'clock and Albert was absolutely finished when they finally headed back to the same old dorm. Mad-George, who got madder and madder after every holiday that passed, was picking sticks, he was going to plant them on tuesday (he always did) or maybe he was building a fence. He didn't talk much now, but Richard did all the talking anyway.
Albert had made his utmost to keep it a secret from George, the ”party” as Charles called it. (Charles loved parties) Sotherby called it a celebration. But it didn't really mattered what they called it, the thing was that Albert didn't think that Richard would keep the secret. Richard's arm might be functioning (here Charles would had said something witty about wanking), and his father was an ideal husband, but he couldn't keep secrets.
”George!” Richard called but Charles, who also didn't want to spoil the surprise, was faster than George.
”What is it, Richard?” He called and ran all the way back to Richard. (remember that Richard wasn't really athletic.)

From:

wniny.livejournal.com

”Oh God, let it be over soon.” Sotherby whispered.
”I am a great planner.” Albert said and looked back at George who was accepting a twig that Mad-George picked for him.
”No you are not, you are indecisive and you can't remember anything.”
”I got him a cake, he likes cake.”
”Charles got you cake, by doing... you-know-what with Miss May .”
Albert looked at Sotherby, wondering if to laugh or to throw something at Charles. ”But she is just a scullery maid!” Sotherby just shook his head in reply. ”I though he had promised to marry Lucy.”
”Should one really trust any of Charles' promises? Except for showing up at parties?”
”I guess not.” Albert sighed as he opened the door to the dorm.
They all got changed to something less sweaty in silence, except for Mad-George who was humming a song that they never heard before. Albert spun around and tapped George shoulder, holding the gift he had bought long before the summer break even started, and it had been neatly packed away in his coffin.
”Happy Birthday George, finally 15 like the rest of us!” he said and handed his gift to George who looked surprised. ”Well except Richard then.” The other boys joined in to congratulated him.
”Albert you shouldn't!” he said.
”You don't even now what he got you yet.” Charles said. Albert hit his arm and smiled towards George. ”But I got you something too.” Charles said and handed him the bottle of brandy, that he had tied a bow-tie around. ”Well, nothing fancy, Mr. Boringsop here didn't want me to give it to you.” To Albert's delight he just put the bottle on the table.
”Thanks Charles. I'll open it later, okay?” George said, and put Albert's gift away. Albert was happy that he did that actually.
”I got us all cake.” Charles declared. ”Well it might have been Mr. Boringsop's idea, but my romantic skills got it.”

It was late, and there was almost nothing left in the bottle of brandy that Charles had given George. Richard was already sleeping, Charles had slipped out into the night, which meant that Sotherby laid worried in his bed. ”Come.” Albert said and grabbed his hand. George had bad feelings about the beautiful, tall brown-haired boy, really bad feelings that he shouldn't be having. George didn't dare to think about the feelings though, because he feared that they might be more than just friendship. Maybe it was... love.
It couldn't be though... because they were both boys and that was wrong. Everyone knew that, so what was wrong with him? It said in the bible that it was wrong, and... why did he feel like he wanted to kiss Albert's pretty, thin lips. ”Come on.” he said again and smiled, and since he was drunk he just couldn't resist taking Albert's hand and get pulled out into the unusual warm September evening.
Albert realized it right there, under the clear half moon. That he liked George a lot more that he had ever liked anyone before. ”Open my gift.” he said and giggled.
”Sure thing...” George said and began to carefully unwrap the package. Albert looked at his hands, his long fingers.
”It's nothing big really, just something little... silly...” Albert rambled. ”I hope you like it though.”
George opened the box and smiled. ”You remembered!” he said while looking down at the little book that they had looked at in the village. It was a book about all the countries in the world, filled with facts like how large each one was and their flags.
”Well, I guess you need one if you are going to join the army.” Albert smiled. It was George's dream, fighting for the king and country. Albert didn't like that idea, what would he do if George died, or got shot. He would have to come with him, to make sure that his slightly chubby friend didn't get harmed, of course he had not told George about his plans. That had to wait.

From:

wniny.livejournal.com

They finished of the brandy and suddenly Albert felt something soft against his cheek. It took him a while to realize that it was George's lips. He felt his breath, brushing against his cheek. ”Sorry...” George said.
”No.” Albert said. He placed a kiss on George cheek too.
”I liked that.” George said.
”I liked that too.” Albert said. And then they didn't say anything. At all. They just looked down to at the cricket field. Until they finally looked at each other again and Albert leaned forward. ”If you want to, you can kiss me here.” he said and touched his lips.
George swallowed, but he to leaned forward and he pressed his lips against Albert's. They sat like that for a long time, staring into each others eyes, lips pressed together, just breathing through their noses. Albert slid his arms around George.
”Charles says you should use your tongue. When you kiss.” George finally said, not really breaking the kiss at all. And so he pressed his tongue against Albert's lips, who parted them and let him in. It was hot and slimy, sort of like touching a uncooked chicken. But yet it felt extremely nice. It was comforting and a new feeling that they couldn't explain. They hugged each other and George found his fingers buried themselves in Albert soft hair. They broke their kiss. George still had his hands around Albert's head, and Albert hugged him tightly.
”Could I tell you something?” Albert asked.
”Of course.”
”I think that I might like you a lot more than just a friend. I like you a lot more than I like Sotherby and Richard. When I think about you, my stomach feels full of something, and my hands start trembling and I can't focus on anything. I am sorry for being such a pervert.”
”I feel the same about you Albert, so you are not a pervert.”
”This makes us nancyboys does it not?” Albert said, ruining the happy moment. ”Like that Edward King in 3th grade, and that author?”
”I don't know.” George said. ”Does it matter?”
”I don't know. But you are still going to be my best friend, aren't you Maltravers?”
”Always Albert. Until the day I die.”
Albert smiled and leaned towards him. ”If this is what being a nancyboy is, then I quite like it.”
”Me too.” George agreed. ”Especially with you.” Albert felt how George rested his chin upon his own head, and he closed his eyes. The beauty of the world was nothing compared to the feelings he had inside him. ”This is the best birthday I have ever had.” George smiled, he was going to make it even better when they had crawled down in their beds, but he didn't tell Albert that of course.
”Happy birthday, George.” They kissed again, before Albert helped George get to his feet and they went back to the dorm, with wobbly steps. (”What if a teacher finds us?” George said. ”They are all asleep already, they usually are.”) They where quiet, the others had gone to sleep, they got their clothes off and pajamas on. George stole one last kiss from Albert, it was short and hard, before they buried themselves in their beds, both of them flushed and aroused about what had happened.