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Luxemburger Queen -- Part 14 Chloe, I couldn't endure living with letting you wait any longer. *g* So here you go! 14: The End It was Frank who was facing the door, and when in shock he opened his eyes, he looked right at Michelle who was staring back at the two figures. Frank broke the kiss with a gasp of panic. "M-michelle!" "Frank!" she answered, looking puzzled. "I'm sorry, I didn't know - I mean ... well ..." Brian hid his face against Frank's chest, trying to make the old ostrich strategy work. "Well, Michelle," Frank said, trying to remain calm, "as you can see, I'm busy down here, so just GET THE FUCK OUT!" "Sheeesh, sorry!" said Michelle sulkily, turned and left the room, defiantly leaving the door open. Frank rushed and closed it and then leaned against it to take a deep breath. "Do you think she saw me?" asked Brian with a small, timid voice. "Well, we were both standing in the middle of the room, go figure!" snarled Frank. "But she couldn't see my face, could she? All she saw was you kissing a girl in a funny dress, right?" Brian nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "I don't know, okay? Let's just change back and get out of here!" Frank answered with a hint of panic in his voice. Silently they put away their fancy garments, cleansed their faces from make-up and changed back into their normal clothes. Without any words, they made for the door. Brian felt incredibly downcast. It had started off as so much fun and now ... He sighed just as Frank started to open the door. The older boy turned and looked at him. Brian shrugged. "Shit?" he said helplessly. Frank couldn't suppress a smile. "True. Never mind, she probably really thought you were a girl." Brian sighed. "Still. It could have been ..." "I know. But now let's go, okay? Weekend is close enough ..." He opened the door and they left the dim storage room. The corridor was not very well lit, so it was only when the went up the staircase that they were blinded by the evening sun, which was shining directly into the building. "See?" snarled a voice suddenly, a voice which Brian had come to hate during the past few weeks - Christian's voice. Brian and Frank both span round and stared at the two figures who had been waiting for them in the corridor - Christian and Michelle. "See what?" replied Michelle calmly. "I told you it wasn't a girl, didn't I?" answered Christian triumphantly, obviously cherishing the sudden expression of shock on the other boys' faces. "Those two faggots have been making out for ages now!" Michelle smiled slightly. "Well, Chris, what I saw was Frank snogging a girl in a long red dress, as I told you. I didn't see Brian anywhere down there." Christian sniggered. "Yeah, right, and it'd be impossible for him to dress up like a girl!" "Don't you two have anything else to do in your spare time but sneak after other people?" hissed Frank, who'd grown tired of being talked about like he wasn't standing right there in front of the two. "I wasn't sneaking!" growled Michelle with what Brian considered to be true anger. "I just came down there to check out the clothes cause I need to find some good stuff for my role! How was I supposed to know that the storage room is your private love chamber?" "Anyway," interrupted Christian, triumphant eyes lingering on Brian, "what to do now? How would your parents like this, huh?" "I don't know what you mean," said Brian with a calmness which was totally unusual. He was surprised - normally he'd just jump at Christian, so why was he being so - sensible? "You don't know what I mean!" sniggered Christian. "Nor do I," Michelle said. "How many times do I have to repeat myself? I saw FRANK kissing a GIRL and BRIAN wasn't there!" "And how come we see Frank come up here with BRIAN instead of your invisible girl?" "The girl probably left through the other stairs. Which is probably the way Brian came down to them, interrupted them like I did and then they decided they'd had enough snogging." Michelle looked at Frank and shrugged. "I'm really sorry for spoiling the fun. Anyway, Chris, wasn't there some team practice or so you were supposed to go to? You'll be getting late ..." Christian finally moved his glance from Brian to Michelle. Utmost hate and fury lay in his eyes. "Fine!" he growled. "You theater prissies are all the same, just stick together, one day it's all going to blow anyway!" He brushed harshly against Michelle as he stormed off. Brian let out a long, long gasp of all the breath he'd been holding for the past minutes. He felt very shaky and even a bit dizzy. Michelle looked at the two boys. "Don't worry," she then said calmly and smiled. "Not?" asked Frank. "And why not? Any kind of that rumor is enough to -" "Well, then maybe you two should have locked the door!" Michelle interrupted. "Seriously, Frank, it's not very hard to guess who that unknown girl was, considering she was Brian's size and build and that you two are constantly hanging out with each other!" The two just blushed, not knowing what to answer. "You've been very stupid!" Michelle continued. "Imagine if it'd been CHRISTIAN coming in instead of me!" "Oh God, I'd rather not imagine that!" Brian burst out before he could stop himself, but the idea was just too disturbing. Surely Christian would have wanted payment for keeping the secret to himself - and what kind of payment Brian could clearly imagine. The three of them exchanged glances. "Well, just be more careful," Michelle said after a little while. "And now excuse me, there are some clothes waiting to be checked." She pushed through them and went down the stairs. "Thanks!" Frank called after her, looking as shaken as Brian felt. "Yeah, and we mean it, you're a great girl, 'chelle!" Brian added. Michelle turned and looked up to them, then a minxish grin appeared on her face. "True, but maybe I should swap roles with Frank, now THAT'd be a kiss on stage this school wouldn't forget for years!" She giggled and disappeared in the lower corridor. Frank shook his head. "That girl!" "She's a great girl!" "Yupp, she damn well is!" The months passed all to quickly. Winter came and went, spring emerged and then the first days of summer arrived, and with them the staging of the drama. But with summer, there also approached the day the school would end - normally a day eagerly awaited by Brian, but this year it meant that Frank'd leave to go to college in America. Thousands of miles away! Brian tried to ban this thought from his mind, to concentrate on the hours they spent with each other and the play. Both was great, certainly, but the idea of being alone soon cast a shadow on everything else. Frank also didn't feel too happy. Torn between the happiness of soon leaving to do what he'd wanted to do all of his life - which was to study languages - and the feelings he had for Brian, he often didn't know what to do or who he was. Although Brian had nagged him a bit about coming out together, he had refused. He wasn't ready for that kind of thing yet. Also, said a small voice in the back of his head, it wasn't worth it really, was it? To risk the wrath of his parents for a small affair which'd end at the end of the school year? For a boy he'd most likely never see again? Of course he hadn't told this last thoughts to Brian. He felt ashamed of them. But it was true after all, wasn't it? What use could it possibly be to be that foolish? Brian had hoped for Frank to admit their relationship to his parents, but he hadn't really expected it so he wasn't too disappointed when it never happened. It was all made up by the few occasions after they had slept together and were cuddling when Frank'd whisper, shyly and barely audible, a tiny 'I love you', always followed by the most entrancing kisses. Still, Brian had hoped Frank would change his mind and study in Luxembourg until the very last minute three weeks into the summer holidays, when Frank came over to him to say good bye. He would be leaving the very next day. The parting was strangely emotionless and calm. No pleading, no tears, no I-will-miss-yous. Just a small talk about what it'd be like in the States and Frank's assurances that he'd write instantly. A small parting kiss on the cheek and Frank was gone. Brian felt cold and empty afterwards. He didn't know what he'd expected. Maybe a final roll in the bed for a good bye. Maybe that Frank would delay his flight for a week or two. It was not until the next evening that the tears broke through at last, when he looked at his watch and realized it was almost eight o'clock and that Frank was just then sitting in his plane, leaving Luxembourg, whereas Brian was still as trapped here like he had been all the years before, just that the next year in school he'd be all alone, no secret meetings after drama club, no hasty kisses in the corridors, no sex in Frank's bedroom. /These/, Brian thought as he was lying on his bed, face buried in the pillows, /are the worst holidays in my life/. He sobbed. It was over. Like it had never happened. He wasn't a fool, Frank would of course write to him soon and he'd write back and a few times they'd send their letters, but then they'd stop. No fight, no leaving the other one, they'd just stop knowing each other and it'd be like they'd never met. "Brian!" his mother called from the outside and knocked. "Come on now, you've been in that room the whole day! You MUST be hungry! Please, Brian, come out!" Brian sniffled and wiped his face, then he got up to unlock the door. His mother opened and looked down at him. "I'm really and honestly not hungry, okay?" Brian whispered hoarsely. "Just leave me alone, will you?" "Jesus, Brian, what is it?" his mother asked, looking worriedly at her youngest one. Swollen, red eyes, face still wet with tears ... what could possibly be wrong this time? "Nothing." Brian's usual answer to any kind of personal question - but this time he added: "Only that my boyfriend's just gone to America." The End Prev Home |