Happy weekend, Snippetteers! I’m a bit late this week, but better late than never. Next week I’ll be away on a course, but I’ll catch up with everyone’s snips and post another of mine the week after. I’m heading off to my favourite place in the UK, the Lake District, on Tuesday, for a few days camping and hiking, and at the weekend I’m doing a 2-day outdoor first aid course suitable for mountain leaders.
Anyway, last week I started snippetting from Favourite Toy 2. I may end up posting a snip here and there that I’ve posted in the past at some point, but I am going to see if I can stick with this story and finish it. I thought I would have a go at NaNoWriMo as well to give me a kick up the butt to get some writing done.
Last week, poor Ryan was suffering through the anniversary of boyfriend Danny’s death, and crying all over his housemate’s boyfriend, Casper. This week, sweet Casper cheers up Ryan with his endless chatter and a movie marathon.
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“Okay.” Casper crouched on the floor in front of my DVD shelves and began to scan the titles. “How about a Predator marathon? I love Predator. Did you know the creature in the original movie was a guy in a suit? Kevin Peter Hall was over seven feet tall. He died in his thirties. Such a shame. I thought those sort of movies were much better than the new ones with all the CG. It’s good, most of the time, but, I don’t know. I’m old-fashioned. I used to like the old vampire films with Peter Cushing and Christopher Lee in. I used to watch the re-runs late at night in my teens. Nan and Grandad always had fits with me because I kept falling asleep when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hated school. Uni was so much better. I only worked at school because I knew what I wanted to do, and you can’t get very far in graphic design without a degree these days.”
“Don’t you ever pause for breath?” I found myself smiling.
“Not often. I told you, you can tell me to shut up any time you like. Dean said that the first time I met him. I was shocked at first. Then he said there were better things I could do with my mouth than talk. Oh, God, sorry. Too much information.”
I snorted. “I know all about it. You were in the toilet for quite a while.”
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