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May 5, 2012
Fun and Games.
This might be a little rough to read since I haven't had an editor look it over BUT, I wanted to give you guys a peak at what's in store in the next book. Sooo, here ya go!
“Phillip?”
Phillip stood against the side of the building still trying to catch his breath. He knew he probably had broken ribs, but he damn sure wasn't going to admit it. “What?”
“You okay?”
“Let's see, I just had my ass handed to me by a guy I SHOULD have been able to handle with one hand tied behind my back. My boyfriend feels the need to defend my honor like I'm some ninety pound weakling. I'm embarrassed to be seen by my friends because they're all going to know that guy is right. What part of that should I be okay with, Ryan?”
Ryan took a deep breath. He couldn't get pissed at Phillip. The Phillip he knew would have never NEEDED help in the bar. This Phillip had limitations that were Forced on him. Phillip was a proud man. He had never taken the short cut. No matter how hard the road got Phillip just plowed through it like a bull. “I won't say I'm sorry. You'd do the same for me.”
“But I don't have to now do I?”
“You have in the past.”
“Not the goddamn point, Ry.” Phillip bit out. “I'm pretty much well useless.”
Ryan saw red at that statement. “You're useless? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Phillip didn't say anything.
“Fuck, Phil, I came home because of YOU. Everything I did over there EVERY fucking time was because of YOU. When I was a snot nosed newbie I took every lesson you taught me and put it into play. The reason I never got hurt over there was because YOU trained me. Then after you got hurt, coming home to you got me through all of it. And you fucking say your useless? Have you lost your goddamn mind as well as your fucking spine?”
“Don't fucking start with me, Ryan.” Phillip growled pushing off the wall.
“You started it, dick. You want to have a pity party then do it. Don't think I'm coming because I have seen the guys who lost more than YOU lost. And you know what's funny? They haven't let their pride dictate what they should or shouldn't be able to do! It hasn't been a fucking year yet, Phil. You're still mending. Get the fuck over yourself!”
Phillip recoiled like he'd been shot. “Fuck off. Just fuck the hell off.” The brunette winced as he turned and left Ryan standing there.
Sandy came out and found Ryan standing in the parking lot alone.
“Phil take off?”
“Yeah, he's being a jackass.”
“Ryan, I could have told you he would.” Sandy quipped. “It's hard seeing him like that isn't it?”
The blond nodded. “Back during training, I thought he was the man of steel. Nothing could have changed my mind,” he smiled at her slightly, “it hasn't changed. He's still the man of steel.”
“He's always been proud, Ry. He's always done things his way and damned everything else. He's not use to having limitations. When we were in high school I never saw a person who could pick up practically anything thrown his way the way Phil could. Every class we took, or sport he decided to try within weeks it was almost like he was born to do what ever it may have been,” she said softly. “when he joined the Army I knew that he would be good at it. I don't think he's ever failed at anything if he puts his mind to it.”
“That's not the point, Sandy,” Ryan started only to be interrupted.
“It is, Ry. In his backwards way his honor was damaged tonight, and his pride was crushed. He's feeling like half a man. He has always been the teachers and defender. Now he can't be like he THINKS he should-- Ryan you KNOW Phil. That has to be killing him.”
“We all need to be carried once in awhile.” Ryan returned.
“Ry, it doesn't matter. He's never asked anyone for their help. Phillip isn't perfect. His pride and honor are taking a whipping right now. His boyfriend had to defend him. How would you feel stuck in a chair and not being able to defend yourself like you are use to? He's just not dealing well,” she asked.
“When his father got hurt and lost his job Phillip is the one that everyone went to. HE was the one that had to put everything on hold. Everyone goes to Phil when they have a problem but he never goes to anyone,” Sandy explained “He's been going to his PT appointments alone. He won't let anyone go with him. The first week after you left he was so depressed Kenneth ended up sleeping in the same room with him every night.”
Ryan blinked in surprise.
“Yeah, he's not dealing well with this and is pushing himself hard to get back to pre-injury days.”
Ryan leaned against Alexander's car and let out a sigh. “It's not all fun and games now is it?”
“Not even close.”
“Phillip?”
Phillip stood against the side of the building still trying to catch his breath. He knew he probably had broken ribs, but he damn sure wasn't going to admit it. “What?”
“You okay?”
“Let's see, I just had my ass handed to me by a guy I SHOULD have been able to handle with one hand tied behind my back. My boyfriend feels the need to defend my honor like I'm some ninety pound weakling. I'm embarrassed to be seen by my friends because they're all going to know that guy is right. What part of that should I be okay with, Ryan?”
Ryan took a deep breath. He couldn't get pissed at Phillip. The Phillip he knew would have never NEEDED help in the bar. This Phillip had limitations that were Forced on him. Phillip was a proud man. He had never taken the short cut. No matter how hard the road got Phillip just plowed through it like a bull. “I won't say I'm sorry. You'd do the same for me.”
“But I don't have to now do I?”
“You have in the past.”
“Not the goddamn point, Ry.” Phillip bit out. “I'm pretty much well useless.”
Ryan saw red at that statement. “You're useless? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Phillip didn't say anything.
“Fuck, Phil, I came home because of YOU. Everything I did over there EVERY fucking time was because of YOU. When I was a snot nosed newbie I took every lesson you taught me and put it into play. The reason I never got hurt over there was because YOU trained me. Then after you got hurt, coming home to you got me through all of it. And you fucking say your useless? Have you lost your goddamn mind as well as your fucking spine?”
“Don't fucking start with me, Ryan.” Phillip growled pushing off the wall.
“You started it, dick. You want to have a pity party then do it. Don't think I'm coming because I have seen the guys who lost more than YOU lost. And you know what's funny? They haven't let their pride dictate what they should or shouldn't be able to do! It hasn't been a fucking year yet, Phil. You're still mending. Get the fuck over yourself!”
Phillip recoiled like he'd been shot. “Fuck off. Just fuck the hell off.” The brunette winced as he turned and left Ryan standing there.
Sandy came out and found Ryan standing in the parking lot alone.
“Phil take off?”
“Yeah, he's being a jackass.”
“Ryan, I could have told you he would.” Sandy quipped. “It's hard seeing him like that isn't it?”
The blond nodded. “Back during training, I thought he was the man of steel. Nothing could have changed my mind,” he smiled at her slightly, “it hasn't changed. He's still the man of steel.”
“He's always been proud, Ry. He's always done things his way and damned everything else. He's not use to having limitations. When we were in high school I never saw a person who could pick up practically anything thrown his way the way Phil could. Every class we took, or sport he decided to try within weeks it was almost like he was born to do what ever it may have been,” she said softly. “when he joined the Army I knew that he would be good at it. I don't think he's ever failed at anything if he puts his mind to it.”
“That's not the point, Sandy,” Ryan started only to be interrupted.
“It is, Ry. In his backwards way his honor was damaged tonight, and his pride was crushed. He's feeling like half a man. He has always been the teachers and defender. Now he can't be like he THINKS he should-- Ryan you KNOW Phil. That has to be killing him.”
“We all need to be carried once in awhile.” Ryan returned.
“Ry, it doesn't matter. He's never asked anyone for their help. Phillip isn't perfect. His pride and honor are taking a whipping right now. His boyfriend had to defend him. How would you feel stuck in a chair and not being able to defend yourself like you are use to? He's just not dealing well,” she asked.
“When his father got hurt and lost his job Phillip is the one that everyone went to. HE was the one that had to put everything on hold. Everyone goes to Phil when they have a problem but he never goes to anyone,” Sandy explained “He's been going to his PT appointments alone. He won't let anyone go with him. The first week after you left he was so depressed Kenneth ended up sleeping in the same room with him every night.”
Ryan blinked in surprise.
“Yeah, he's not dealing well with this and is pushing himself hard to get back to pre-injury days.”
Ryan leaned against Alexander's car and let out a sigh. “It's not all fun and games now is it?”
“Not even close.”
January 24, 2012
Update
Hey all!
So, like I have said before I suck at updating.
I'm still working on the book. I found I am having a very hard time with this one. It's reading so choppy to me.
I think part of the issue is all the guys aren't nearly as involved as they have been. Drill to me was less of a love story with Ryan and Phil but more about the love story between Ryan and the rest of the guys. It was the bond that made Ryan stronger and such a fun character to write.
This one revolves around Phillip and Ryan more so than the previous book. Phillip has a lot to overcome in this book. It's set a year after Phil's injury and he's dealing or not dealing as the case may be with the fallout. As you all know Phil is a pigheaded Alpha male that has always been at the top of his game. Suddenly he's thrust into a situation that limits him on his abilities. So, he's been hard to write because as a natural born leader, he's not use to 'taking a back seat'.
Over all, this has been really difficult to get the right tone and the proper reaction from all involved.
When I started writing this book it was important to me to stay true to these guys. Right now, Phillip just isn't reading right to me...I hope to have it out soon...
Anyways just a short update to let you all know I haven't forgotten about this book...just stuck in a quandary in regards to the total feel of the book.
So, like I have said before I suck at updating.
I'm still working on the book. I found I am having a very hard time with this one. It's reading so choppy to me.
I think part of the issue is all the guys aren't nearly as involved as they have been. Drill to me was less of a love story with Ryan and Phil but more about the love story between Ryan and the rest of the guys. It was the bond that made Ryan stronger and such a fun character to write.
This one revolves around Phillip and Ryan more so than the previous book. Phillip has a lot to overcome in this book. It's set a year after Phil's injury and he's dealing or not dealing as the case may be with the fallout. As you all know Phil is a pigheaded Alpha male that has always been at the top of his game. Suddenly he's thrust into a situation that limits him on his abilities. So, he's been hard to write because as a natural born leader, he's not use to 'taking a back seat'.
Over all, this has been really difficult to get the right tone and the proper reaction from all involved.
When I started writing this book it was important to me to stay true to these guys. Right now, Phillip just isn't reading right to me...I hope to have it out soon...
Anyways just a short update to let you all know I haven't forgotten about this book...just stuck in a quandary in regards to the total feel of the book.
September 6, 2011
What happens to a 21st century family when a computer dies?
First off, HELLLLO. It's been forever and a day since I have been able to log in and do anything other than empty my mail box or reply to emails. I'm REALLY sorry.
Sadly my brand new toy broke...by broke I mean died a horrible nasty death wiping out about two months of work because who's a dumbass and didn't back up? This gal!
Soo, the book is going to be coming out later than planned but I am working on it. Promise.
Anyways, gotta run just wanted to update everyone...
Sadly my brand new toy broke...by broke I mean died a horrible nasty death wiping out about two months of work because who's a dumbass and didn't back up? This gal!
Soo, the book is going to be coming out later than planned but I am working on it. Promise.
Anyways, gotta run just wanted to update everyone...
What happens to a 21st century family when a computer dies?
First off, HELLLLO. It's been forever and a day since I have been able to log in and do anything other than empty my mail box or reply to emails. I'm REALLY sorry.
Sadly my brand new toy broke...by broke I mean died a horrible nasty death wiping out about two months of work because who's a dumbass and didn't back up? This gal!
Soo, the book is going to be coming out later than planned but I am working on it. Promise.
Anyways, gotta run just wanted to update everyone...
Sadly my brand new toy broke...by broke I mean died a horrible nasty death wiping out about two months of work because who's a dumbass and didn't back up? This gal!
Soo, the book is going to be coming out later than planned but I am working on it. Promise.
Anyways, gotta run just wanted to update everyone...
May 6, 2011
Sneak Peak
Here it is--a sneak peak for the sequel to I'll be Your Drill..
Phillip & Ryan and everyone else so they don't feel as shitty as I do. 22Dec2006
You guys suck. I mean, seriously freaking suck. Las Vegas? Really? If you tell us Elvis married you I swear to God you'll be officially the gayest couple I know! We were planning the wedding, but oh no you two have to go and get married in LAS FUCKING VEGAS?! I hate you both! You two said you were going on VACATION not 'oh by the way LET'S GET FUCKING MARRIED SO OUR FRIENDS CAN'T COME!'
I had plans! Phillip, you totally fucked it up again. Remember our wedding? The wedding of MY dreams? Yeah right. It was the Justice of the Peace and a nice dinner at fucking McDonalds. I hate you both.
Sandy
**
Sandy 23Dec2006
Baby, we love you. We just didn't want to do this whole stupid wedding shit BUT we had to get married so they didn't PCS us apart. You love me, you know it. I'm better than Phil. I swear to God I told him we should have told you! But, he just HAD TO DO IT. Elvis didn't marry us...a Vulcan did...I'm pretty sure Phillip pissed his pants a little. He went sixteen-year-old geek on me when he saw it. We totally got married on the USS Enterprise. I had to convince him not to dress up as a Klingon.
Yeah, I know he's a geek. I love him but he is seriously a huge-assed geek. WE got married in a spaceship. Sooo forgive me. I didn't want to tell everyone we got married by a Vulcan. He also took me to Arbys.
Ryan.
**
Ryan 24Dec2006
A Vulcan? Oh god. I'm no longer mad at you ‘cause I may have had a shitty wedding and had all my plans dashed but you're obviously sadder than I am. Even with the Arbys. You got roast beef, I got something that LOOKED like hamburgers. (Which I promptly threw up because Hello Pregnant!)
That's it. He knocked you up, didn't he?
Sandy
PS Katie says she misses you but she's STILL running. And they are saying she's got a good chance at State this year. Wish you guys were closer.
**
Sandy 24Dec2006
I know Katie will do well. She's got great form. Tell her I said congrats. I'll try and make it to State. I'm starting my first cycle in two weeks.
Yeah, that’s EXACTLY it. He knocked me up...Sandy, I love you. You know this...but really? Knocked me up? Maybe I knocked HIM up.
Ryan.
**
Topping once does not make you a top, Ryan. Just saying...
Sandy
**
Sandy,
Why must you constantly tell my husband what a jerk I am? He's bitching now that I just took him to Arbys when HE wanted McDonalds. Now I'm gonna have to shell out like thirty bucks just to feed him soy burgers. Damnit! (BTW what did you expect from seventeen-year-old me? You're just lucky I didn't want the reception at Chucky E. Cheese.)
The Vulcan was cool as hell. He even said 'live long and prosper.’ I was all geeked out, not gonna lie about that. You love me bunches, Sandy-Sue. Don't lie.
Phillip.
**
26Dec2006
Everyone
Sorry about the belated Christmas wishes. We just got out of the field. They are trying to kill us although you guys would laugh. We did 'war games'. My driver, and I use that term in the loosest sense of the word, hit a bunch of trees and knocked every single one of our rucksacks onto the ground and damn near took my head off while he was at it. I swear to god they just get dumber as time goes on.
Anyways, A Vulcan? Dude, that is like fucking awesome. Some people get married in Churches, others get married by a judge but y'all got married by a motherfucking Vulcan. Was it Spock? Tell me it was Spock. I'll totally love you even more. And on the fucking USS Enterprise. You two are my official heroes. That is totally how I wanna get married!
Brendon
**
All, 26Dec2006
Oh. My. God. Seriously? A Vulcan married you? Brendon, if you plan on ever seeing me again you better get this whole Star Trek wedding theme right out of your head. I'll be damned if I’ll get married by a Wookie.
You both suck and I hope you know how much I hate you. I agree with Sandy except Ryan, my dear brother, you're still screwed because I know you well enough. They had a Borg didn't they? And you went all twelve-year-old girl screaming and crying! God, you both have shitty romantic notions.
Mac
**
27Dec2006
You two are without a doubt the geekiest couple EVER. At least when I married Patrica he was happy with a simple Justice of the Peace ceremony. But really! A Star Trek theme wedding?
Mac, honey, I'm PRETTY sure Wookie is a Star Wars thing.
Mark
**
Mark, 27Dec2006
Geekiest? That even beats anybody that gets a teacup Yorkie and carries it in a pink purse. I mean Whiskey Tango Foxtrot you two.
Phil, what the hell man? I have spent the last five days explaining to YOUR ex-wife why she shouldn't come to Jackson and kick both of y'all asses. No amount of sex is making up for this cluster fuck. Now I'm stuck trying to convince her to marry me but damned if you two didn't make her scared to death over what I'll want our wedding to be. You both suck ass and I hate hate hate you.
Kenny.
PS Although it would be way cool to be married by a Wookie.
**
27Dec2006
Don't let Mark fool you. He cried as he said his vows.
Patrick.
**
28Dec2006
Oh for fucks sake. Get the hell over it, guys. We got married. We're in domesticated bliss. Can't any of you bastards say congrats and get us a fuckin’ toaster?
Besides, the Star Wars theme was my idea but Phillip said and I quote “Ryan, everyone will blow a gasket if we get married by Admiral Ackbar. “ Obviously a nameless Vulcan was a much better choice...
BTW, I still love you guys even if you have made this a huge deal.
Ryan.
**
28Dec2006
I'm not making a huge deal. Congrats and all that happy horseshit..
Just one question.
Got a sex tape my wife could watch?
Alexander
**
Dec 2006
I agree with Alexander, a sex tape would make up for everything. Just saying, Guys.
Tory
PS. Are you registered at Startrek.com so we can find you cool wedding gifts?
**
All Feb 2007
We're at Jackson. I got my first group. Folks, I'm training girls. Not women. Girls. They want me to turn a bunch of girls into soldiers. I haven't dealt with girls since before I joined the Military. Fuck my life.
Ryan
**
Ryan, 22Feb2007
Sorry, this would have came sooner, but the idea of you and a bunch of girls made me laugh for nearly a week straight. That is freaking priceless. Big Bad Ryan Grabowski, training fucking girls. Dude, that's like poetic justice. I'm rolling here...
Do you have to clean up that potty mouth? And bring cookies for jobs well done?
Brendon
**
Feb2007
Brendon/ He-who-will-never-get-laid-ever-again-until-he-stops-being-an-asshole.
And to my sexist dipshit brother.
You both are assholes. Women can train just as well as men. But, obviously having a dick makes you so much superior than all of us women. Obviously having tits means all our brains are in our asses. If it weren't for a woman neither of you two would fucking exist. So put that in your crack pipe and smoke it, ASSHOLES.
Mackenzie
**
1March2007
Wow, and everyone says I'm all brawn and no brains. See, this is why I'm respectful of my momma and women in general.
Kenneth
**
1March2007
Kenneth,
You traitor! You laughed your ass off when I called!
Brendon
**
Kenneth 1March2007
You might want to have them mark off the spots you've already kissed. That way their ass doesn't have your slobbers overlapping.
Ryan
**
Ryan, 2March2007
Don't be a dick.
Brendon. Funny how you grow a pair when Mac is a hundred miles away...
Sandy
**
Both of you are jerks. And don't expect any good Christmas cookies ever again. Not until you both grovel like fools. That was uncalled for!
Tory
**
Ladies, 2March2007
You're talking to two men who joined the Army to blow shit up and you're amazed they are sexist? You should be happy they can form thoughts and sentences that don't start with ‘Ka’ and end with ‘Boom’.
Think of it this way. They spend most of their time in the company of men. I bet they don't see a woman in uniform except once every six months. Forgive them for being assholes.
It's funny to us because we kinda see where they’re coming from except Kenneth, who's trying desperately not to get himself relegated to the couch.
Alexander
**
2March2007
Fuck off.
Sandy.
**
2March2007
Fuck you.
Mac
**
2March2007
Really, Alexander? Enjoy the couch, manly man!
Tory
**
3March2007
Dude, I thought it was funny. Mark is still laughing under his breath. He says “He feels your pain. What is he gonna do when it's that time of the month?”
Patrick
**
3March2007
God, I hate you all. Fine. I'm sorry for being a sexist jerk. I'll happily train these girls...one who by the way burst into tears just because I said 'Do you have any sense at all or did you leave it back home? If I ever have to hear “But Drill Sergeant Grabowski I have female problems,” I may kill something…WTF am I supposed to know about anything remotely related to PMS? I never even listened to Mac when she went off on her female problems…So you tell me if I should be training women?
Ryan
PS. Alexander you jerk. You're on the trail with me and you talk shit? I love you Tory for kicking his ass to the couch.
**
3March2007
ROFL...Female Problems? Really? Oh my god. I would have paid good money to see the look on your face.
Hey, where is Phillip? I was sure he would have had some snappy comeback.
Sandy
**
3March2007
You're not forgiven but that is seriously funny. I can tell you about 'female problems'...
Mac
**
3March2007
I'm here, just didn't have much to say.
Phillip
**
To: Ryan 4March2007
I'm just emailing you privately because of Phillip's email. What is going on? He doesn't sound like himself.
Sandy.
**
To: Sandy 4March2007
Hey honey.
He's tired and sore. Between work and his PT he doesn't joke around as much. It hasn't been a year yet but he thinks he should be able to run two miles under fifteen minutes like he did before...he can't. I think once he gets into the groove of things it will be okay. You know Phil. He does things his own way. He's working to keep up the bad ass Drill routine going plus dealing with the pain of all his PT. He has a new therapist named Frank. Phil likes him. I haven't met him yet.
Ryan
Phillip & Ryan and everyone else so they don't feel as shitty as I do. 22Dec2006
You guys suck. I mean, seriously freaking suck. Las Vegas? Really? If you tell us Elvis married you I swear to God you'll be officially the gayest couple I know! We were planning the wedding, but oh no you two have to go and get married in LAS FUCKING VEGAS?! I hate you both! You two said you were going on VACATION not 'oh by the way LET'S GET FUCKING MARRIED SO OUR FRIENDS CAN'T COME!'
I had plans! Phillip, you totally fucked it up again. Remember our wedding? The wedding of MY dreams? Yeah right. It was the Justice of the Peace and a nice dinner at fucking McDonalds. I hate you both.
Sandy
**
Sandy 23Dec2006
Baby, we love you. We just didn't want to do this whole stupid wedding shit BUT we had to get married so they didn't PCS us apart. You love me, you know it. I'm better than Phil. I swear to God I told him we should have told you! But, he just HAD TO DO IT. Elvis didn't marry us...a Vulcan did...I'm pretty sure Phillip pissed his pants a little. He went sixteen-year-old geek on me when he saw it. We totally got married on the USS Enterprise. I had to convince him not to dress up as a Klingon.
Yeah, I know he's a geek. I love him but he is seriously a huge-assed geek. WE got married in a spaceship. Sooo forgive me. I didn't want to tell everyone we got married by a Vulcan. He also took me to Arbys.
Ryan.
**
Ryan 24Dec2006
A Vulcan? Oh god. I'm no longer mad at you ‘cause I may have had a shitty wedding and had all my plans dashed but you're obviously sadder than I am. Even with the Arbys. You got roast beef, I got something that LOOKED like hamburgers. (Which I promptly threw up because Hello Pregnant!)
That's it. He knocked you up, didn't he?
Sandy
PS Katie says she misses you but she's STILL running. And they are saying she's got a good chance at State this year. Wish you guys were closer.
**
Sandy 24Dec2006
I know Katie will do well. She's got great form. Tell her I said congrats. I'll try and make it to State. I'm starting my first cycle in two weeks.
Yeah, that’s EXACTLY it. He knocked me up...Sandy, I love you. You know this...but really? Knocked me up? Maybe I knocked HIM up.
Ryan.
**
Topping once does not make you a top, Ryan. Just saying...
Sandy
**
Sandy,
Why must you constantly tell my husband what a jerk I am? He's bitching now that I just took him to Arbys when HE wanted McDonalds. Now I'm gonna have to shell out like thirty bucks just to feed him soy burgers. Damnit! (BTW what did you expect from seventeen-year-old me? You're just lucky I didn't want the reception at Chucky E. Cheese.)
The Vulcan was cool as hell. He even said 'live long and prosper.’ I was all geeked out, not gonna lie about that. You love me bunches, Sandy-Sue. Don't lie.
Phillip.
**
26Dec2006
Everyone
Sorry about the belated Christmas wishes. We just got out of the field. They are trying to kill us although you guys would laugh. We did 'war games'. My driver, and I use that term in the loosest sense of the word, hit a bunch of trees and knocked every single one of our rucksacks onto the ground and damn near took my head off while he was at it. I swear to god they just get dumber as time goes on.
Anyways, A Vulcan? Dude, that is like fucking awesome. Some people get married in Churches, others get married by a judge but y'all got married by a motherfucking Vulcan. Was it Spock? Tell me it was Spock. I'll totally love you even more. And on the fucking USS Enterprise. You two are my official heroes. That is totally how I wanna get married!
Brendon
**
All, 26Dec2006
Oh. My. God. Seriously? A Vulcan married you? Brendon, if you plan on ever seeing me again you better get this whole Star Trek wedding theme right out of your head. I'll be damned if I’ll get married by a Wookie.
You both suck and I hope you know how much I hate you. I agree with Sandy except Ryan, my dear brother, you're still screwed because I know you well enough. They had a Borg didn't they? And you went all twelve-year-old girl screaming and crying! God, you both have shitty romantic notions.
Mac
**
27Dec2006
You two are without a doubt the geekiest couple EVER. At least when I married Patrica he was happy with a simple Justice of the Peace ceremony. But really! A Star Trek theme wedding?
Mac, honey, I'm PRETTY sure Wookie is a Star Wars thing.
Mark
**
Mark, 27Dec2006
Geekiest? That even beats anybody that gets a teacup Yorkie and carries it in a pink purse. I mean Whiskey Tango Foxtrot you two.
Phil, what the hell man? I have spent the last five days explaining to YOUR ex-wife why she shouldn't come to Jackson and kick both of y'all asses. No amount of sex is making up for this cluster fuck. Now I'm stuck trying to convince her to marry me but damned if you two didn't make her scared to death over what I'll want our wedding to be. You both suck ass and I hate hate hate you.
Kenny.
PS Although it would be way cool to be married by a Wookie.
**
27Dec2006
Don't let Mark fool you. He cried as he said his vows.
Patrick.
**
28Dec2006
Oh for fucks sake. Get the hell over it, guys. We got married. We're in domesticated bliss. Can't any of you bastards say congrats and get us a fuckin’ toaster?
Besides, the Star Wars theme was my idea but Phillip said and I quote “Ryan, everyone will blow a gasket if we get married by Admiral Ackbar. “ Obviously a nameless Vulcan was a much better choice...
BTW, I still love you guys even if you have made this a huge deal.
Ryan.
**
28Dec2006
I'm not making a huge deal. Congrats and all that happy horseshit..
Just one question.
Got a sex tape my wife could watch?
Alexander
**
Dec 2006
I agree with Alexander, a sex tape would make up for everything. Just saying, Guys.
Tory
PS. Are you registered at Startrek.com so we can find you cool wedding gifts?
**
All Feb 2007
We're at Jackson. I got my first group. Folks, I'm training girls. Not women. Girls. They want me to turn a bunch of girls into soldiers. I haven't dealt with girls since before I joined the Military. Fuck my life.
Ryan
**
Ryan, 22Feb2007
Sorry, this would have came sooner, but the idea of you and a bunch of girls made me laugh for nearly a week straight. That is freaking priceless. Big Bad Ryan Grabowski, training fucking girls. Dude, that's like poetic justice. I'm rolling here...
Do you have to clean up that potty mouth? And bring cookies for jobs well done?
Brendon
**
Feb2007
Brendon/ He-who-will-never-get-laid-ever-again-until-he-stops-being-an-asshole.
And to my sexist dipshit brother.
You both are assholes. Women can train just as well as men. But, obviously having a dick makes you so much superior than all of us women. Obviously having tits means all our brains are in our asses. If it weren't for a woman neither of you two would fucking exist. So put that in your crack pipe and smoke it, ASSHOLES.
Mackenzie
**
1March2007
Wow, and everyone says I'm all brawn and no brains. See, this is why I'm respectful of my momma and women in general.
Kenneth
**
1March2007
Kenneth,
You traitor! You laughed your ass off when I called!
Brendon
**
Kenneth 1March2007
You might want to have them mark off the spots you've already kissed. That way their ass doesn't have your slobbers overlapping.
Ryan
**
Ryan, 2March2007
Don't be a dick.
Brendon. Funny how you grow a pair when Mac is a hundred miles away...
Sandy
**
Both of you are jerks. And don't expect any good Christmas cookies ever again. Not until you both grovel like fools. That was uncalled for!
Tory
**
Ladies, 2March2007
You're talking to two men who joined the Army to blow shit up and you're amazed they are sexist? You should be happy they can form thoughts and sentences that don't start with ‘Ka’ and end with ‘Boom’.
Think of it this way. They spend most of their time in the company of men. I bet they don't see a woman in uniform except once every six months. Forgive them for being assholes.
It's funny to us because we kinda see where they’re coming from except Kenneth, who's trying desperately not to get himself relegated to the couch.
Alexander
**
2March2007
Fuck off.
Sandy.
**
2March2007
Fuck you.
Mac
**
2March2007
Really, Alexander? Enjoy the couch, manly man!
Tory
**
3March2007
Dude, I thought it was funny. Mark is still laughing under his breath. He says “He feels your pain. What is he gonna do when it's that time of the month?”
Patrick
**
3March2007
God, I hate you all. Fine. I'm sorry for being a sexist jerk. I'll happily train these girls...one who by the way burst into tears just because I said 'Do you have any sense at all or did you leave it back home? If I ever have to hear “But Drill Sergeant Grabowski I have female problems,” I may kill something…WTF am I supposed to know about anything remotely related to PMS? I never even listened to Mac when she went off on her female problems…So you tell me if I should be training women?
Ryan
PS. Alexander you jerk. You're on the trail with me and you talk shit? I love you Tory for kicking his ass to the couch.
**
3March2007
ROFL...Female Problems? Really? Oh my god. I would have paid good money to see the look on your face.
Hey, where is Phillip? I was sure he would have had some snappy comeback.
Sandy
**
3March2007
You're not forgiven but that is seriously funny. I can tell you about 'female problems'...
Mac
**
3March2007
I'm here, just didn't have much to say.
Phillip
**
To: Ryan 4March2007
I'm just emailing you privately because of Phillip's email. What is going on? He doesn't sound like himself.
Sandy.
**
To: Sandy 4March2007
Hey honey.
He's tired and sore. Between work and his PT he doesn't joke around as much. It hasn't been a year yet but he thinks he should be able to run two miles under fifteen minutes like he did before...he can't. I think once he gets into the groove of things it will be okay. You know Phil. He does things his own way. He's working to keep up the bad ass Drill routine going plus dealing with the pain of all his PT. He has a new therapist named Frank. Phil likes him. I haven't met him yet.
Ryan
April 8, 2011
Chat!
Can't wait to see y'all in chat.
Sunday at 5:00 PM EST!!
Hope y'all can make it.
Sunday at 5:00 PM EST!!
Hope y'all can make it.
April 5, 2011
Chat!!
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April 3, 2011
Small Ficlet....
So, I've had this wrote for awhile now.
Sometimes little thoughts come to me. I always wondered who would ever date Katie Grabowski. And if they did date her how would Phillip react.
Soo, here it is. A little insight as to why Katie is pretty sure she will never ever get married..
Forgive the errors. I just wanted to post something because you guys really deserve something from this verse before the second book comes out!
Jeremy Briggs was riding a high like no other. He had finally gotten the hottest girl in school to agree to go out with him. He knew exactly how this date would end up. Oh yeah, he was going to have the time of his life tonight. He couldn't wait to brag to his friends about banging Katie Grabowski.
He wasn't worried about the parental units because he was kick ass at meeting the parents. Who wouldn't want their baby girl to date an All-American football player in Texas? He even wore his Letterman jacket to impress her father. No doubt the man would take one look at the jacket and be wildly impressed. Hell, the dude was gay so it's not like he could do anything to him anyways.
He was nice and polite so even her momma would like him. Yup, he was going to be the guy Katie Grabowski's parents WANTED her to date.
**
Ryan laughed as Phillip threw a shingle at Kenneth's head. “Dude, you're talking about his baby.”
“That's not it. I mean we know what guys think of. Hell, I still am a teenager mentally. I think about sex like forty times a minute. Hell, you all do too judging by the way you two disappear into the bathrooms and shit.”
Phillip rolled his eyes. “I don't care this boy better not think that way,” He growled using his best don't-fuck-with-me voice. He picked up a pack of shingles and climbed up the ladder.
Ryan watched as the muscles in the man's back bunched and tighten. “Matter of fact, I'm thinking about sex as we speak,” he smirked at Kenneth who made gagging noises.
“Dude, you wanna know why people know you're the bottom?” Kenneth cocked an eyebrow at Ryan. “You fuckin' do that 'look at how ammmmmaazin he is' face. I mean, it's a total bottom look.”
“He does fuckin' amaze the hell out of me,” Ryan leered waggling his eyebrow at Kenneth.
“Ryan, if the wind blows in the right direction and Phillip is within five miles of you—you're amazed with him.” Kenneth drawled lazily.
“What can I say he's got an amazing body.”
“If you are so fucking amazed then get up here and help me do this!” Phillip called down from the roof.
Kenneth and Ryan laughed but went up the ladder.
**
Jeremy pulled onto Katie's street and grinned. God, she was going to be so impressed with his Mustang GT. All the girls were.
He pulled into her driveway just as a man in a bandana was crawling off of a ladder. The man turned and his eyebrow arched. Jeremy smiled at the man. Oh, this was going to be awesome. That guy would be to easy to impress. He climbed out his car and put on his best smile.
“Hey the penis wrinkle is here,” the guy yelled obviously not even attempting to lower his voice for the boy.
Jeremy blinked.
“What does he look like?” another guy called from the roof.
“A smarmy little asshole,” the guy called back.
Jeremy paled a little bit. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting.
**
Katie looked out her window and gulped. “Momma, please go make sure daddy doesn't run him off!”
Sandy grinned. “Honey, your daddy isn't gonna run the boy off.”
Katie didn't look like she believed her.
“Fine! I'll go down.”
**
Sandy met the boy at the door. “Jeremy?” Her black hair was pulled up into a haphazard ponytail. She glanced at his jacket and Jeremy could tell she was impressed.
Jeremy smiled brightly. Damn, Katie's momma was smokin'. No wonder Katie was so fuckin' hot. “Yes, Ma'am!”
“Katie will be right out. Why don't you go hang with the guys,” she grinned.
He felt like she knew something he didn't.
**
The guy that had been doing all the talking was sitting on top of the picnic table. He pulled the bandana off his head and wiped the sweat off of his face when Jeremy rounded the corner.
The guy was obviously gay. Jeremy could tell that right off. Time to impress the 'rents.
“Mr. Grabowski, sir. It's nice--”
“I'm not Mr. Grabowski, kid.” he smirked.
“Oh. Is he around?” Jeremy let his worry slip away. If this guy wasn't Grabowski then where was he? Hell, the guy was gay. Everyone knew that gay guys were pussies.
“Yup.” The guy said. Okay, apparently he wasn't much of a conversationalist.
“Kenneth, can you grab us a couple of beers?,” a voice called from the roof.
“Yeah,” the man, Kenneth said.
Jeremy was pretty sure that he was being ignored.
Jeremy heard the ladder rumble slightly and turned to find a blond climbing down.
He plastered on his best smile and waved when the man turned to face him. “Mr. Grabowski?”
“Sure,” the man said lazily. Now, this guy was an easy mark. Jeremy could tell that. The guy was movie star good looking. He had lips that even Jeremy, being straight and all, would admit looked like they were meant to be wrapped around a dick. He was maybe an inch or two taller than Jeremy. He strolled over to the picnic table causing Jeremy to turn as he went.
“Really happy to meet you, sir. Katie told me about you,” Jeremy held his hand out.
The man looked down at his hand and then grabbed the beer the bald guy was offering.
“Did she now?”
Jeremy gulped. “Umm, yes sir.” He pulled back his offered hand. Maybe the dude was a queen. They had all sorts of phobia's and shit.
“Huh,” the guy said. “She told you all about me? That's awesome.”
Kenneth laughed. “Kid, that ain't the Mr. Grabowski you're lookin' to impress.” He nudged the other guy. “Ain't he a polite one, Ry.”
Jeremy heard the ladder creak and moan as another person made there way down it.
Ryan grinned. “The real Grabowski you need to impress is right behind ya, kid.”
Jeremy blinked dumbly.
Ryan waved his hand. “Go on, son.”
The boy turned around slowly and came eye to chest with the Mr. Grabowski he was waiting for. Close to six foot, and muscular, Jeremy wasn't a small guy. Yet, the guy in front of him made him feel small. The man's muscles had muscles. Sweat dripped off his head and into his eyes but the guy didn't even blink it off. Hell, the real Grabowski was down right scary looking. He took a deep breath. “Um, Mr. Grabowski?” He queried as he lifted his head up and up to the coldest hazel eyes he'd ever seen in his life.
The man in front of him grunted as he slowly took in the boy's features. Jeremy was fairly certain the man was committing his face to memory in case he felt he would have the need to hunt him down.
“Phil was sayin' hi, kid,” Kenneth said sipping his ice tea.
The blond walked over and handed Phillip a beer.
Jeremy couldn't help but watch as the man twisted the cap off. He could see the man twisting his head off just as easy. Oh god, THIS was Katie's dad? Holy fuck. He took a deep breath. He could do this. The dude was a gay guy. A very tall and muscular gay guy—but just a gay guy. Pussies. Jeremy steeled himself.
“Kinda hot for that jacket today, ain't it boy?” the man asked softly.
If Jeremy had to picture how death would sound he was pretty sure he'd sound just like this guy. He was starting to think that rumor was a myth. “Uh-I was-cold, sir.”
“Uh huh,” the man's hazel eyes narrowed into fine slits. “63 and you're cold?”
“Now, Phil, the boy wouldn't wear a jacket like that just to impress you. He'd know what a douche move that would be.” Ryan drawled out lazily. “Don't you, son?”
“Y-yes, sir!” Jeremy muttered and struggled to rip it off his shoulders. He was seriously starting to doubt the rumor that gay guys were pussies. Seriously, the dude before him really didn't look like a pussy. Matter of fact, didn't really sound like one either.
“See, Phil. The boy's not a douche.”
Phillip didn't say anything just continued to glare at the boy.
“So, um, I w-wanted to take Katie--” Jeremy paused. He was forgetting something. Oh yeah, be respectful toward the man's daughter, not just because he was trying to impress. But, also because Jeremy was pretty sure the guy was sizing him up for the slaughter. “Ms. Katie to the movies.”
“uh huh. When's the movie gonna be over, boy?” The man growled.
“Uh, Iron..Iron Man, sir?”
“I didn't ask what movie, boy. I asked when.” Phillip took a long drawl from the bottle. The man leaned down so he was eye-to-eye with the boy. “Why the hell should I let you take her out when you can't even answer a simple question?”
Jeremy's eyes slanted toward the ground. He wasn't really sure what he should say.
“This is the part were you say 'I'll have her home at ten, sir.'” The mountain of a man growled.
“Yes, sir! Absolutely! I'm--”
Ryan snickered.
Kenneth didn't bother to hide the gales of giggles.
“So, um, Katie said you—y'all were—I mean not that I have a problem--” Jeremy wasn't sure why he was talking, it was pretty obvious to him that Mr. Grabowski didn't wanna hear anything else from him. His mouth just wouldn't stay shut. “You know, the gay thing and all.”
“Who told you I was gay, boy?”
Jeremy gulped.
Kenneth howled with laughter.
Ryan smirked. “Phillip, you just look gay,” He put his hand on Phillip's belt.
Jeremy blinked. The blond must have brass balls because the man before him didn't look one bit gay. Actually, he looked down right terrifying.
“I'm Ryan, Phil's husband.”
“Jeremy, sir. Jeremy Briggs,” the boy finally found his voice. Ryan seemed a lot nicer than Phillip. Jeremy could work with that.
“Just call me Ryan. Don't worry about the big guy. He's just an overprotective daddy.” Ryan said smiling putting the boy at ease instantly.
Despite the rough start Jeremy could feel his charm working at least on the blond. And it seemed as if the blond was charmed then Mr. Grabowski would be too.
“Ry-” The big man growled.
Or not.
Hell, Jeremy's legs were knocking. But Ryan just rolled his eyes.
“Now, you said y'all were gonna go see Iron Man, huh?”
“Yes, si-Ryan.”
“Good, good. Katie would like that.”
Phillip grunted. “I don't like him.”
“Phil, relax.”
Jeremy wanted to side with Ryan. Phillip was a little bit intense.
Phillip snorted, and took another long swig.
“Phil, seriously. The boy is dating our girl. The girl that has three daddies. One seriously jacked up Daddy, being you. One certifiably crazy Daddy, being Kenneth. And me.” Ryan pointed at each man as he made his announcement.
Yeah, Ryan was a cool guy. Jeremy hazard a smile at the blond.
“The one that has been kickboxing for ten years. You honestly think that this boy would be dumb enough to do something bad to our girl. Right, Jeremy?” Ryan said pleasantly returning the boy's smile.
To Jeremy it sounded like they could be talking about the weather. But, he could hear the underlining threat. Shit. Ryan just might be scarier than the big guy.
Jeremy nodded like a bobble head.
Ryan moved so fast Jeremy squeaked when the blond was inches from his face.
“Because if our girl ends up getting hurt, or anything like that he'd have to deal with all that. Plus, one pissed off momma. You're a smart boy, right son?” Jeremy might be young but he could tell when he was in over his head.
“Yes sir. I am. I wouldn't do anything...I swear to god.” Fuck the bullshit about gay's being pussies. People obviously hadn't met Katie Grabowski's fucked up family. Jeremy wasn't sure who was scarier the big guy or the smaller more polite one. All he knew was he'd have to change his plans pretty damn quickly cause even the 'nice one' would whip his ass if Katie was upset.
Ryan smiled brightly. “Good, good!”
**
Katie ran down the stairs and prayed that she made it there before the males in her family could make an ass out of her. “Jeremy!” She greeted brightly.
She took one glance at Jeremy and scowled at Phillip.
“I didn't do anything, Katie. I just stood here,” the big man grinned.
Kenneth nodded his head. “He did.”
Ryan smiled at her and she glared at him. “What? We were just chatting, sweetheart.”
“God, do you guys have to do that to EVERYONE?”
Phillip dimpled at his daughter. “I didn't do anything!” He chucked Jeremy on the shoulder. “Did I, Jeremy?”
The boy staggered forward and rubbed his shoulder. His head was on automatic bobble. He damn sure wasn't disagreeing with the man who could not only beat the holy hell out of him but do it with both hands tied behind his back.
“Let's go, Jeremy!” Katie grabbed the boys hand and stormed off.
**
Katie didn't even blink when she came home two hours before curfew. She didn't say a word when Jeremy politely kissed her hand and then damn near ran back to his car.
She glanced at her dad and then the other two most important men in her life. "I really hate you guys."
They all beamed at her as she stomped up the stairs toward her room.
Sometimes little thoughts come to me. I always wondered who would ever date Katie Grabowski. And if they did date her how would Phillip react.
Soo, here it is. A little insight as to why Katie is pretty sure she will never ever get married..
Forgive the errors. I just wanted to post something because you guys really deserve something from this verse before the second book comes out!
Jeremy Briggs was riding a high like no other. He had finally gotten the hottest girl in school to agree to go out with him. He knew exactly how this date would end up. Oh yeah, he was going to have the time of his life tonight. He couldn't wait to brag to his friends about banging Katie Grabowski.
He wasn't worried about the parental units because he was kick ass at meeting the parents. Who wouldn't want their baby girl to date an All-American football player in Texas? He even wore his Letterman jacket to impress her father. No doubt the man would take one look at the jacket and be wildly impressed. Hell, the dude was gay so it's not like he could do anything to him anyways.
He was nice and polite so even her momma would like him. Yup, he was going to be the guy Katie Grabowski's parents WANTED her to date.
**
Ryan laughed as Phillip threw a shingle at Kenneth's head. “Dude, you're talking about his baby.”
“That's not it. I mean we know what guys think of. Hell, I still am a teenager mentally. I think about sex like forty times a minute. Hell, you all do too judging by the way you two disappear into the bathrooms and shit.”
Phillip rolled his eyes. “I don't care this boy better not think that way,” He growled using his best don't-fuck-with-me voice. He picked up a pack of shingles and climbed up the ladder.
Ryan watched as the muscles in the man's back bunched and tighten. “Matter of fact, I'm thinking about sex as we speak,” he smirked at Kenneth who made gagging noises.
“Dude, you wanna know why people know you're the bottom?” Kenneth cocked an eyebrow at Ryan. “You fuckin' do that 'look at how ammmmmaazin he is' face. I mean, it's a total bottom look.”
“He does fuckin' amaze the hell out of me,” Ryan leered waggling his eyebrow at Kenneth.
“Ryan, if the wind blows in the right direction and Phillip is within five miles of you—you're amazed with him.” Kenneth drawled lazily.
“What can I say he's got an amazing body.”
“If you are so fucking amazed then get up here and help me do this!” Phillip called down from the roof.
Kenneth and Ryan laughed but went up the ladder.
**
Jeremy pulled onto Katie's street and grinned. God, she was going to be so impressed with his Mustang GT. All the girls were.
He pulled into her driveway just as a man in a bandana was crawling off of a ladder. The man turned and his eyebrow arched. Jeremy smiled at the man. Oh, this was going to be awesome. That guy would be to easy to impress. He climbed out his car and put on his best smile.
“Hey the penis wrinkle is here,” the guy yelled obviously not even attempting to lower his voice for the boy.
Jeremy blinked.
“What does he look like?” another guy called from the roof.
“A smarmy little asshole,” the guy called back.
Jeremy paled a little bit. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting.
**
Katie looked out her window and gulped. “Momma, please go make sure daddy doesn't run him off!”
Sandy grinned. “Honey, your daddy isn't gonna run the boy off.”
Katie didn't look like she believed her.
“Fine! I'll go down.”
**
Sandy met the boy at the door. “Jeremy?” Her black hair was pulled up into a haphazard ponytail. She glanced at his jacket and Jeremy could tell she was impressed.
Jeremy smiled brightly. Damn, Katie's momma was smokin'. No wonder Katie was so fuckin' hot. “Yes, Ma'am!”
“Katie will be right out. Why don't you go hang with the guys,” she grinned.
He felt like she knew something he didn't.
**
The guy that had been doing all the talking was sitting on top of the picnic table. He pulled the bandana off his head and wiped the sweat off of his face when Jeremy rounded the corner.
The guy was obviously gay. Jeremy could tell that right off. Time to impress the 'rents.
“Mr. Grabowski, sir. It's nice--”
“I'm not Mr. Grabowski, kid.” he smirked.
“Oh. Is he around?” Jeremy let his worry slip away. If this guy wasn't Grabowski then where was he? Hell, the guy was gay. Everyone knew that gay guys were pussies.
“Yup.” The guy said. Okay, apparently he wasn't much of a conversationalist.
“Kenneth, can you grab us a couple of beers?,” a voice called from the roof.
“Yeah,” the man, Kenneth said.
Jeremy was pretty sure that he was being ignored.
Jeremy heard the ladder rumble slightly and turned to find a blond climbing down.
He plastered on his best smile and waved when the man turned to face him. “Mr. Grabowski?”
“Sure,” the man said lazily. Now, this guy was an easy mark. Jeremy could tell that. The guy was movie star good looking. He had lips that even Jeremy, being straight and all, would admit looked like they were meant to be wrapped around a dick. He was maybe an inch or two taller than Jeremy. He strolled over to the picnic table causing Jeremy to turn as he went.
“Really happy to meet you, sir. Katie told me about you,” Jeremy held his hand out.
The man looked down at his hand and then grabbed the beer the bald guy was offering.
“Did she now?”
Jeremy gulped. “Umm, yes sir.” He pulled back his offered hand. Maybe the dude was a queen. They had all sorts of phobia's and shit.
“Huh,” the guy said. “She told you all about me? That's awesome.”
Kenneth laughed. “Kid, that ain't the Mr. Grabowski you're lookin' to impress.” He nudged the other guy. “Ain't he a polite one, Ry.”
Jeremy heard the ladder creak and moan as another person made there way down it.
Ryan grinned. “The real Grabowski you need to impress is right behind ya, kid.”
Jeremy blinked dumbly.
Ryan waved his hand. “Go on, son.”
The boy turned around slowly and came eye to chest with the Mr. Grabowski he was waiting for. Close to six foot, and muscular, Jeremy wasn't a small guy. Yet, the guy in front of him made him feel small. The man's muscles had muscles. Sweat dripped off his head and into his eyes but the guy didn't even blink it off. Hell, the real Grabowski was down right scary looking. He took a deep breath. “Um, Mr. Grabowski?” He queried as he lifted his head up and up to the coldest hazel eyes he'd ever seen in his life.
The man in front of him grunted as he slowly took in the boy's features. Jeremy was fairly certain the man was committing his face to memory in case he felt he would have the need to hunt him down.
“Phil was sayin' hi, kid,” Kenneth said sipping his ice tea.
The blond walked over and handed Phillip a beer.
Jeremy couldn't help but watch as the man twisted the cap off. He could see the man twisting his head off just as easy. Oh god, THIS was Katie's dad? Holy fuck. He took a deep breath. He could do this. The dude was a gay guy. A very tall and muscular gay guy—but just a gay guy. Pussies. Jeremy steeled himself.
“Kinda hot for that jacket today, ain't it boy?” the man asked softly.
If Jeremy had to picture how death would sound he was pretty sure he'd sound just like this guy. He was starting to think that rumor was a myth. “Uh-I was-cold, sir.”
“Uh huh,” the man's hazel eyes narrowed into fine slits. “63 and you're cold?”
“Now, Phil, the boy wouldn't wear a jacket like that just to impress you. He'd know what a douche move that would be.” Ryan drawled out lazily. “Don't you, son?”
“Y-yes, sir!” Jeremy muttered and struggled to rip it off his shoulders. He was seriously starting to doubt the rumor that gay guys were pussies. Seriously, the dude before him really didn't look like a pussy. Matter of fact, didn't really sound like one either.
“See, Phil. The boy's not a douche.”
Phillip didn't say anything just continued to glare at the boy.
“So, um, I w-wanted to take Katie--” Jeremy paused. He was forgetting something. Oh yeah, be respectful toward the man's daughter, not just because he was trying to impress. But, also because Jeremy was pretty sure the guy was sizing him up for the slaughter. “Ms. Katie to the movies.”
“uh huh. When's the movie gonna be over, boy?” The man growled.
“Uh, Iron..Iron Man, sir?”
“I didn't ask what movie, boy. I asked when.” Phillip took a long drawl from the bottle. The man leaned down so he was eye-to-eye with the boy. “Why the hell should I let you take her out when you can't even answer a simple question?”
Jeremy's eyes slanted toward the ground. He wasn't really sure what he should say.
“This is the part were you say 'I'll have her home at ten, sir.'” The mountain of a man growled.
“Yes, sir! Absolutely! I'm--”
Ryan snickered.
Kenneth didn't bother to hide the gales of giggles.
“So, um, Katie said you—y'all were—I mean not that I have a problem--” Jeremy wasn't sure why he was talking, it was pretty obvious to him that Mr. Grabowski didn't wanna hear anything else from him. His mouth just wouldn't stay shut. “You know, the gay thing and all.”
“Who told you I was gay, boy?”
Jeremy gulped.
Kenneth howled with laughter.
Ryan smirked. “Phillip, you just look gay,” He put his hand on Phillip's belt.
Jeremy blinked. The blond must have brass balls because the man before him didn't look one bit gay. Actually, he looked down right terrifying.
“I'm Ryan, Phil's husband.”
“Jeremy, sir. Jeremy Briggs,” the boy finally found his voice. Ryan seemed a lot nicer than Phillip. Jeremy could work with that.
“Just call me Ryan. Don't worry about the big guy. He's just an overprotective daddy.” Ryan said smiling putting the boy at ease instantly.
Despite the rough start Jeremy could feel his charm working at least on the blond. And it seemed as if the blond was charmed then Mr. Grabowski would be too.
“Ry-” The big man growled.
Or not.
Hell, Jeremy's legs were knocking. But Ryan just rolled his eyes.
“Now, you said y'all were gonna go see Iron Man, huh?”
“Yes, si-Ryan.”
“Good, good. Katie would like that.”
Phillip grunted. “I don't like him.”
“Phil, relax.”
Jeremy wanted to side with Ryan. Phillip was a little bit intense.
Phillip snorted, and took another long swig.
“Phil, seriously. The boy is dating our girl. The girl that has three daddies. One seriously jacked up Daddy, being you. One certifiably crazy Daddy, being Kenneth. And me.” Ryan pointed at each man as he made his announcement.
Yeah, Ryan was a cool guy. Jeremy hazard a smile at the blond.
“The one that has been kickboxing for ten years. You honestly think that this boy would be dumb enough to do something bad to our girl. Right, Jeremy?” Ryan said pleasantly returning the boy's smile.
To Jeremy it sounded like they could be talking about the weather. But, he could hear the underlining threat. Shit. Ryan just might be scarier than the big guy.
Jeremy nodded like a bobble head.
Ryan moved so fast Jeremy squeaked when the blond was inches from his face.
“Because if our girl ends up getting hurt, or anything like that he'd have to deal with all that. Plus, one pissed off momma. You're a smart boy, right son?” Jeremy might be young but he could tell when he was in over his head.
“Yes sir. I am. I wouldn't do anything...I swear to god.” Fuck the bullshit about gay's being pussies. People obviously hadn't met Katie Grabowski's fucked up family. Jeremy wasn't sure who was scarier the big guy or the smaller more polite one. All he knew was he'd have to change his plans pretty damn quickly cause even the 'nice one' would whip his ass if Katie was upset.
Ryan smiled brightly. “Good, good!”
**
Katie ran down the stairs and prayed that she made it there before the males in her family could make an ass out of her. “Jeremy!” She greeted brightly.
She took one glance at Jeremy and scowled at Phillip.
“I didn't do anything, Katie. I just stood here,” the big man grinned.
Kenneth nodded his head. “He did.”
Ryan smiled at her and she glared at him. “What? We were just chatting, sweetheart.”
“God, do you guys have to do that to EVERYONE?”
Phillip dimpled at his daughter. “I didn't do anything!” He chucked Jeremy on the shoulder. “Did I, Jeremy?”
The boy staggered forward and rubbed his shoulder. His head was on automatic bobble. He damn sure wasn't disagreeing with the man who could not only beat the holy hell out of him but do it with both hands tied behind his back.
“Let's go, Jeremy!” Katie grabbed the boys hand and stormed off.
**
Katie didn't even blink when she came home two hours before curfew. She didn't say a word when Jeremy politely kissed her hand and then damn near ran back to his car.
She glanced at her dad and then the other two most important men in her life. "I really hate you guys."
They all beamed at her as she stomped up the stairs toward her room.
Lookie! I did another post and it hasn't been a year!
Hey y'all!
Well, looks like the chat is in the works I'll post as soon as I get the specifics!
Y'all are the best!
Well, looks like the chat is in the works I'll post as soon as I get the specifics!
Y'all are the best!
March 5, 2011
Who sucks? I suck...
Soo, I've had this for a long time and never posted anything.
I seriously suck at blogs, e-mails and stuff.
Sometimes it surprises me that people like this book. I REALLY enjoyed writing it and HOPED people would like it so knowing some do just makes me happy.
Anyways, I wanted to know if anyone would like to have a chat about my book.
If you're interested I can see what I can set up. :D
Crystal
I seriously suck at blogs, e-mails and stuff.
Sometimes it surprises me that people like this book. I REALLY enjoyed writing it and HOPED people would like it so knowing some do just makes me happy.
Anyways, I wanted to know if anyone would like to have a chat about my book.
If you're interested I can see what I can set up. :D
Crystal
