{"id":4519,"date":"2013-11-11T15:00:00","date_gmt":"2013-11-11T14:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/?p=4505"},"modified":"2013-11-11T15:00:00","modified_gmt":"2013-11-11T14:00:00","slug":"someday-in-this-forever-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/domains\/twincestblog.cz\/2013\/11\/11\/someday-in-this-forever-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Someday In This Forever 7."},"content":{"rendered":"<div><\/div>\n<div><strong>author: amazinglife2011<\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong><br \/><\/strong><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"600\" height=\"401\" src=\"http:\/\/twincestblog.cz\/wp-content\/uploads\/4b72a80970_95835913_o2.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Simone knocked at the door. &#8222;Can I come in?&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Come in,&#8220; Tom permitted vacantly. Simone turned the knob and entered. Her son was sitting down on the wide window frame. He looked distant. He was lost in thoughts. His legs were pulled up against his chest and arms were wrapped around it. Simone kept the juice on the desk and stood facing her son.<\/p>\n<p>&#8222;Are you fine?&#8220; she asked, trying to sound casual though she was worried because he had not talked to anyone since he returned from the school. Tom looked up and nodded faintly.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Yes, mom\u2026&#8220; he sighed. &#8222;I&#8217;m fine.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;You don&#8217;t look so.&#8220; She murmured. Tom shook his head.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;No mom I&#8217;m fine. Trust me.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Simone exhaled in relief. &#8222;Okay then\u2026 have some juice. Goodnight,&#8220; she kissed on Tom&#8217;s forehead. Tom gave her a slight polite smile. Simone walked out closing the door behind.<\/div>\n<hr \/>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">\n<p>Tom pursed his lips. He was not feeling well as well as he was feeling something strange for the new guy in their school. He was feeling something new, a new interest on the boy. He wondered whether he turn into a gay. He chuckled to himself thinking mindless things. He felt somewhat sympathy though. He knew that Bill was hurt, actually hurt. He jumped down from the window frame and took the glass from the desk. He swallowed the entire juice at one sip and jumped on the bed. He tried to sleep but those images of bruises haunted his head. He could not dream something good. He still felt bad remembering when Bill stood without taking anymore help from Tom and walked away stumbling and taking his jacket with him. Tom was left alone there. He actually felt weird and restless. Tom sat down straight. He rolled his eyes. &#8222;What the heck is wrong with me!&#8220; he grumbled.<\/p>\n<p>He got out of the bed pulling his blanket away and took the T-shirt out of the closet which he wore today. There were a few stains of blood. It came to the back of his T-shirt when he hung the bag on his shoulder after cleaning the blood from the floor. He sighed. He really regretted hitting the new boy. He could not sleep the entire night.<\/p>\n<p>Next morning, Tom woke early for school to check on Bill. He did not want to accept but he was in actual fact fervent to meet him. He did not even have breakfast. He just kissed on Simone&#8217;s cheek and hugged his father and left the house grabbing the bag from the couch as every other morning. Tom walked to the corridor. There was still the clear terrible stain of blood at the back of his brown bag. He did not bother to clean it last night. Neither did he clean his T-shirt. He rather decided to keep them that way.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Someone hugged Tom from his back. Tom knew it was a girl and also knew which girl it was. He smirked.<\/p>\n<p>&#8222;Hey Becky.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;I&#8217;m sorry baby\u2026 I really didn&#8217;t mean to hurt your feelings. I was taking beauty bath. That&#8217;s why I couldn&#8217;t pick your calls. Sorry.&#8220; She almost moaned childishly. Tom shrugged with a cheerful smile.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;That&#8217;s okay\u2026 apology accepted.&#8220;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">Rebecca opened her mouth widely and covered it with her hands.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Really?&#8220; She asked excitedly.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Mm-hm,&#8220; Tom nodded.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Aww\u2026 thank you so much, baby,&#8220; she jumped in Tom&#8217;s arms. Tom wrapped his arms snugly around his girlfriend. He pulled back and bent down close to her lips. She smirked. Tom smirked back. Slowly he placed a kiss on her lips though he did not like the strawberry and gummy-bear smell of her lip-gloss. Bit by bit the kiss got intensive. Their tongue started exploring each other&#8217;s mouth. Rebecca licked Tom&#8217;s lip ring. Tom loved it. They pulled back and chuckled simultaneously at each other. Tom hugged her snugly. &#8222;I love you,&#8220; she uttered moaning like a child, though she sounded like a bitch.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;Love you too\u2026 just make sure you&#8217;re gonna receive my calls from the next time,&#8220; Tom said playing with her hair.<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align:justify\">&#8222;I will.&#8220; She promised. &#8222;Come on, let&#8217;s go to the class,&#8220; she pulled him with her. Tom shrugged and walked. A girl with two braids in her hair and a big spectacular on her eyes was passing by them. Rebecca put her leg slightly up in the air that no one would usually notice. The poor girl stumbled with her leg and fell on the ground. Tom chuckled crookedly. Rebecca grimaced at the girl and walked away. In a while, they burst into laughter when they were away from the girl.<\/p>\n<p>Later that day, two classes have passed. In this subject, Bill sits in the same class. Tom eagerly waited for Bill to come. Rebecca sat next to Tom. Tom exchanged a passionate smile with her and turned his face to the door. His friends were coming in. They took their seats. Kelly winked at Tom. Tom smirked. Raven was talking to Harry. Mr. Hurwitz came. Everyone greeted him standing up. He greeted the students back. He had some fat books in his hands. He put the books on the table and stated his lecture. Everyone began noting down his lectures. In the middle, Mr. Hurwitz asked some of the questions from the homework he gave them yesterday. Then again he went on with his lectures. Tom wrote down his lectures and looked at the door every now and then. Finally the class ended.<\/p>\n<p>Tom searched the entire building for Bill during the lunch break, but he was nowhere to be found. Tom did not want to ask anyone about him. What if they think that he cares for Bill? Tom returned to the cafeteria being unsuccessful in the search. His friends were eating and chatting with each other. Girls were gossiping. Rebecca was getting the food. Tom ran to Kelly and Raven and kissed on their lips before Rebecca looks back. Boys laughed perversely. Tom gave a high-five to his friends. Tom&#8217;s sharp curious eyes scrutinized the entire cafeteria for the person he was now getting weak for. But the same bareness filled the grief and frustration in his eyes. He sighed profoundly. The same thing happened next day when Tom was hoping to see him but he was again nowhere to be found. Tom just sighed putting his hands in his pockets. He leaned against the lockers waiting for Bill to come and get his bag. But how could Bill come when he did not even attend the school?<\/p>\n<p>Bill did not come to school next five days. Tom waited eagerly for the boy. He felt like dying without seeing him. He felt weirdly squirming in his heart. He was almost weak for Bill now. Sometimes he wondered if Bill was a vampire like Edward Cullen and he was gone for a visiting another coven like Edward did. Sometimes he wondered if Bill has left the school. His heart ached when he got the school leaving thing in his mind. He knew he was getting mad. He had spent a night with a girl too but that did not work to distract him. He felt guilty, badly blameworthy. He realized he should not have hit the feminine looking beautiful gorgeous boy that day. And maybe he would not have hit him if he had known that he was going to regret it that far later on.<\/p>\n<p>Two days were weekly holiday. So one week passed in blinks. At the seventh night, he could not keep his eyes from dripping the tears. He actually regretted on scaring an innocent on his third day at new school. How he must be feeling right now? He must be sure that this school was full of monsters. Gordon and Simone noticed the calmness and desperation in his eyes last few days. They were worried, they wanted to know but they did not ask. They knew their son was not going to reply them. They wanted to ask his friends but Tom would get furious if he comes to know about it.<\/p>\n<p><strong>author: amazinglife2011<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>author: amazinglife2011 Simone knocked at the door. &#8222;Can I come in?&#8220; &#8222;Come in,&#8220; Tom permitted vacantly. Simone turned the knob and entered. 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