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roxyPrevious Parts of Summer Story chapter 7 are here
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betrue, lapetite_kiki, and aurora_bee, My Baby Bee.
Whit climbed down the back of the bleachers and yanked the robe off, rolled it in a ball and shoved it under his arm. He let out a long low groan—glad that was over—what a long ass day it’d been. Now, all he wanted to do was go home and relax.
At least Bonehead was getting along with the folks again. That was a relief. He headed out to the field, looking for his family. He heard someone calling his name, and there was Matt. Whit wondered what he’d have to say. Looking forward to this conversation
Matt waved him over.
“Every one’s down at the far end of the field waiting for you, Whitney,” he said.
Whit nodded and walked after Matt. They walked a step or two before Matt stopped and turned to him.
“Well, Whitney, it’s been quite a day, hasn’t it?”
Whit nodded; a little surprised that Matt was indulging in small talk with him. He and Matthew weren’t buddies after all.
“I know that I’ve been harsh on occasion with you, Whitney—frankly I thought Mother and Father were crazy to take you in. I predicted a lot of trouble coming from that, and I wasn’t entirely wrong, was I?”
Whit colored a little. Yeah, blah fuckin’ blah—spit it out, you bastard—I know you don’t like me…
“But you’ve pulled it out, Whitney. You’ve done us all proud with your dedication this last year. You did your best--that’s all anyone can ask of a person. I’m proud of you.”
Whit struggled to conceal his shock. A compliment? From Matt? Holy shit!
“Samuel is a very personable, capable and intelligent man, with the right person he’ll go far in this life.” Matt raised an eyebrow, coughed and looked away from Whit. “Seems that he might have found that person…I-I can’t say I can begin to understand this…but…I wish you the best.” He looked again at Whit and held out his hand. There was an envelope in it. “Congratulations, Whitney.”
Whit began to protest, and Matt waved him off. “Tradition, Whitney—it’s a family thing.”
Whit took the envelope and peeked in side, his eyebrows shot up—“Are you sure…”
Matt looked sternly at Whit and Whit shut up quickly and just smiled.
“You’re going to do well boy, and if you want to go on after Hutchin County, come talk to me—I can help you there.” Matt hugged him awkwardly. “I’m…happy for you.”
They smiled at each other and then Matt pointed over his shoulder, patted his back and walked back to the family. Whit turned. Sam was there behind him.
“Hey. Whit. I’m real proud of you.”
“Yeah?” Whit grinned. “Good. You can show me how proud later.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Damn, you have a one track mind, boy.” He reached into his pocket and pulled his hand out, with something clutched in his fist. He held it out to Whit and opened it. A ring box sat on his open palm.
Whit looked at him incredulously. “What is this?”
“Take it…if you want to,” Sam said shyly, his cheeks flushed pink as he spoke and Whit felt his heart melt. He took the box carefully from Sam and held it in his own. He blinked, cleared his throat and said, “This better not be a cockring.”
“Gimme that mother fucker back,” Sam snapped and grabbed for the box.
Whit laughed and fended off his frantic grabs—“Sorry! Sorry! I’ll be good!”
Sam grinned and said, “Open it, you idiot.”
Whit opened the box and nestled on the velvet inside was a key. “What’s this “ he asked again, eyeing Sam curiously.
Sam cleared his throat and said, “It’s the key to your new home…if you want it.”
“What…”
“We—we have a place of our own. I mean, if you want to live with me. And please say you do because I thought really hard about this and I need you to be here for the rest of my fucking life—once I figure stuff out Whit, it stays figured out, I know I can be an asshole but I love you-- shit—I love you so much--”
“Stop babbling!” Whit yelled and Sam stopped, mouth open and eyes wide.
“Okay.” Whit said.
Sam blinked, closed his mouth. Opened it, blinked again. “Okay?”
“Okay—but I can’t work full time—you know I’m going to school…”
“Babe, you worry about school, I’ll worry about the rest.”
Whit grabbed Sam’s hand and shoved the key into the front pocket of his jeans. “Good. I always wanted to be a kept man.”
Sam looked heavenward. “Lord, remember when I asked you to look out for me…what happened?”
******
The rest of the family met up with them, and Whit got hugs from Kathy, and an envelope and a warning to be good and don’t embarrass the family. He got a hug and an envelope from Mike, who asked him if he was sure about a certain someone and got a standing offer for ass-kicking service as the certain someone smacked Mike on the back of his head.
Everyone got into a loud discussion as to who was the most annoying family member, Pete pointing at Sam, Sam pointing at Mike, Abbie pointing around the little circle at everyone….
Whitney stood off little to the side and watched them—this was his family.
He wished sometimes—a lot of times—that he’d found his family sooner, but he was grateful that he *had* found them. All that pain, all that…hunger, that desire to love and be loved back, he was lucky, he found the answer to that need here.
He watched them, feeling a rush of heat in his chest, my people and Mike leaned over Pete and called out, “White boy! What’re you doing all the way over there? Ow! Ma—what’d you hit me for?”
Whit laughed and trotted over and the circle closed around him.
one more part to go!
This bit is dedicated to
betrue, lapetite_kiki, and aurora_bee, My Baby Bee.Whit climbed down the back of the bleachers and yanked the robe off, rolled it in a ball and shoved it under his arm. He let out a long low groan—glad that was over—what a long ass day it’d been. Now, all he wanted to do was go home and relax.
At least Bonehead was getting along with the folks again. That was a relief. He headed out to the field, looking for his family. He heard someone calling his name, and there was Matt. Whit wondered what he’d have to say. Looking forward to this conversation
Matt waved him over.
“Every one’s down at the far end of the field waiting for you, Whitney,” he said.
Whit nodded and walked after Matt. They walked a step or two before Matt stopped and turned to him.
“Well, Whitney, it’s been quite a day, hasn’t it?”
Whit nodded; a little surprised that Matt was indulging in small talk with him. He and Matthew weren’t buddies after all.
“I know that I’ve been harsh on occasion with you, Whitney—frankly I thought Mother and Father were crazy to take you in. I predicted a lot of trouble coming from that, and I wasn’t entirely wrong, was I?”
Whit colored a little. Yeah, blah fuckin’ blah—spit it out, you bastard—I know you don’t like me…
“But you’ve pulled it out, Whitney. You’ve done us all proud with your dedication this last year. You did your best--that’s all anyone can ask of a person. I’m proud of you.”
Whit struggled to conceal his shock. A compliment? From Matt? Holy shit!
“Samuel is a very personable, capable and intelligent man, with the right person he’ll go far in this life.” Matt raised an eyebrow, coughed and looked away from Whit. “Seems that he might have found that person…I-I can’t say I can begin to understand this…but…I wish you the best.” He looked again at Whit and held out his hand. There was an envelope in it. “Congratulations, Whitney.”
Whit began to protest, and Matt waved him off. “Tradition, Whitney—it’s a family thing.”
Whit took the envelope and peeked in side, his eyebrows shot up—“Are you sure…”
Matt looked sternly at Whit and Whit shut up quickly and just smiled.
“You’re going to do well boy, and if you want to go on after Hutchin County, come talk to me—I can help you there.” Matt hugged him awkwardly. “I’m…happy for you.”
They smiled at each other and then Matt pointed over his shoulder, patted his back and walked back to the family. Whit turned. Sam was there behind him.
“Hey. Whit. I’m real proud of you.”
“Yeah?” Whit grinned. “Good. You can show me how proud later.”
Sam rolled his eyes. “Damn, you have a one track mind, boy.” He reached into his pocket and pulled his hand out, with something clutched in his fist. He held it out to Whit and opened it. A ring box sat on his open palm.
Whit looked at him incredulously. “What is this?”
“Take it…if you want to,” Sam said shyly, his cheeks flushed pink as he spoke and Whit felt his heart melt. He took the box carefully from Sam and held it in his own. He blinked, cleared his throat and said, “This better not be a cockring.”
“Gimme that mother fucker back,” Sam snapped and grabbed for the box.
Whit laughed and fended off his frantic grabs—“Sorry! Sorry! I’ll be good!”
Sam grinned and said, “Open it, you idiot.”
Whit opened the box and nestled on the velvet inside was a key. “What’s this “ he asked again, eyeing Sam curiously.
Sam cleared his throat and said, “It’s the key to your new home…if you want it.”
“What…”
“We—we have a place of our own. I mean, if you want to live with me. And please say you do because I thought really hard about this and I need you to be here for the rest of my fucking life—once I figure stuff out Whit, it stays figured out, I know I can be an asshole but I love you-- shit—I love you so much--”
“Stop babbling!” Whit yelled and Sam stopped, mouth open and eyes wide.
“Okay.” Whit said.
Sam blinked, closed his mouth. Opened it, blinked again. “Okay?”
“Okay—but I can’t work full time—you know I’m going to school…”
“Babe, you worry about school, I’ll worry about the rest.”
Whit grabbed Sam’s hand and shoved the key into the front pocket of his jeans. “Good. I always wanted to be a kept man.”
Sam looked heavenward. “Lord, remember when I asked you to look out for me…what happened?”
******
The rest of the family met up with them, and Whit got hugs from Kathy, and an envelope and a warning to be good and don’t embarrass the family. He got a hug and an envelope from Mike, who asked him if he was sure about a certain someone and got a standing offer for ass-kicking service as the certain someone smacked Mike on the back of his head.
Everyone got into a loud discussion as to who was the most annoying family member, Pete pointing at Sam, Sam pointing at Mike, Abbie pointing around the little circle at everyone….
Whitney stood off little to the side and watched them—this was his family.
He wished sometimes—a lot of times—that he’d found his family sooner, but he was grateful that he *had* found them. All that pain, all that…hunger, that desire to love and be loved back, he was lucky, he found the answer to that need here.
He watched them, feeling a rush of heat in his chest, my people and Mike leaned over Pete and called out, “White boy! What’re you doing all the way over there? Ow! Ma—what’d you hit me for?”
Whit laughed and trotted over and the circle closed around him.
one more part to go!
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