hello. ive been a lurker for quite a while now, and ive been searching for the right way to start my end of this sinister relationship. ive been reading in awe some of the hilarious and touching posts thinking how anything i write will just be silly. i didnt want to just say "hey! im new!" i thought id wait until i had something decent to say, but this wait has gone on for months and months now. ive managed to even meet someone through the list (*waves at idleberry*) so i thought i really should start posting. anyway, i was writing this story for a friend and i thought it seemed like a good thing to have as an opening post. please be kind to me. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Once there was a Boy. He knew this Other Boy. They were great friends. The best thing about their friendship was that they were so similar, they always sort of knew what the other was thinking. This made the Boy happy. He and the Other Boy had never really got to spend time together and get to know each other really well over the years. The Other Boy was older and in a higher year at school and they tended to hang around with different people, but the Boy always kinda knew that there was something special about the Other Boy. He hoped that the Other Boy felt the same, and he kinda knew he did, cos they were so similar. They werent doing it, they were just good friends, but when they would go out together people often thought that they were a couple. This made the two boys laugh. The Boys other best friends were girls. His close friends who were guys were often slightly distant. The Boy had always yearned for a close male friend, and it frustrated him that him and the Boy were so similar but never got the chance to pursue their friendship. The Other Boy was the one person who the Boy really felt he could talk to about anything, but for some reason, he often didnt. He didnt really speak to anyone much of the time. He ended up sorting things out on his own. He wished he were more like the Other Boy. He didnt want to be him, he knew you should never want to be someone else, and he was happy with who he was, but he knew the Other Boy was simply lovely. He was so kind and sweet and sensitive and modest. Those were the things he really liked about the Other Boy. Another thing he especially liked was that the Other Boy could always make him laugh. The Other Boy, even though he was so sensitive and kind, was the funniest Boy the Boy had ever met. He could be silly and funny, or smart and funny, but he had this talent to make the Boy wet himself on the spot. The Boy really liked that about the Other Boy. He thought more people should be able to make people laugh like that. Its a great quality to have. The Boy thought he had a bit of that quality as well. Thats why it was the sensitive, modest qualities of the Other Boy that he admired so much. They were both clever, and funny, and they liked the same kind of things, but the Boy wished he could have a few more of those things that made them different. He thought he was too brash, and arrogant, and he could get on peoples nerves. This never happened to the Other Boy. Everyone who knew him liked him. If they knew him well they loved him. He was an easily loveable Boy. It wasnt that the Boy wasnt popular. People did like him, but he always wanted to be a bit more like the Other Boy. The Boy didnt think the Other Boy was perfect, but he wasnt far off. He loved the Boy with all his heart, and although he could almost always tell that the Other Boy thought the same as him, he wasnt sure about this thing. He didnt love the Other Boy in that way, purely as friends, but he loved the Other Boy as a friend completely and utterly. He would have done anything for the Other Boy, but he couldnt tell him that. He didnt know how. Their bond was very much one borne out of faith in their similarities, and maybe because they hadnt spent that much time together over the years and had only recently started to see each other more, he didnt know how he could talk to the Other Boy about this. So he decided to write a letter to the Other Boy, and to write in the third person to be really clever. He hoped that the Other Boy would see this for what is was; a simple story of a Boy and his friend, a friend who meant so much to the Boy, that he didnt know how to say it to his face. He also hoped that this wouldnt scare the Other Boy, but that he would think about it, and reply however he wanted. All he wanted was for the Other Boy to know how much their friendship meant to the Boy, and that he loved him very much. --------------------------------------------------------------------- thanks for reading this. id be glad to hear what anyone thinks. b&s content - i like the new single, but i do think i am blinkered, and will buy and love almost anything they ever release. (altho when they get to the "2step-garage-crossover-album" phase, i might just be tempted to say byebye!) i think that ilovemycar is one of the best songs theyve ever done. its just fantastic. its a song you just have to dance to. i dare anyone to walk down the street listening to that, and not start dancing wildly. thanks again, michael.xx ps - is anyone interested in having either a pre-QMU meet-up or a glasgow xmas bowling trip? _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. 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