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CHAPTER 1: Aftermath

About the author:
Im an American who has an absolute fascination not only with the British slang and tounge/accent, but also with this particular movie that shows just how brave we should be. I wish I was. So, I hereby formally apologize for any mis-usings of any slang which I not only took usage from the movie, but also by deffinition from this very website, and also I apologize for any over-wordiness.
-Dave
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"...Be Happy." The near teared eyes of John reflected again. Suddenly Steven awoke, now aware that he once again had a nightmare. God, had it really been 2 days since he destroyed the most meaningful thing in his entire life? Probably so, but he didn't want to think about it at any rate.

"Seven." Steve's fathers' high pitched yet husky voice reverberated through the door and tiny space known as his bedroom and rudely to his precious ears. But feeling still a bit grogy, he ignores his father hoping he will be nice and let him be; not the case with Grahm Carter. "Steven!", again came the demanding call.

"Be down in a sec." Was the only reply he could manage. Funny, he seemed so void of words now, when just a few days ago, there wasn't a word he couldn't brave. Alright, time to pay the piper. He donned on a pair of pants that were on the floor closest to his bed and a shirt in the same fashion, it didn't matter anyway.

Downstairs he smelled the faint scent of sizzled bacon, and other wonderful aromas that normally would intice him to move faster to the table, instead it only made his stomach turn for a 42nd time. His mother was the only one in the kitchen, he could hear his father outside talking to someone that he couldn't place.

"You should eat something babe. It isn't healthy starving yourself." His beautiful mother said in a low, calm voice. "There's nothing to be afraid of, I told you that your father would understand, and you have to admit that he's taken it well. I mean, look on the bright side dear, he didn't kick you out.." Sarah Carter was interrupted by the slamming of the door by Mr. Carter.
"Grahm, who was that you were talking to?"

"That was the guy from the paper to give us the real check from your article"

"Is that all dad?"

Grahm paused before answering. "He said that he has an open position for you, should you want to share anything about your life before and now after 'coming out'."

For the first time in what seemed forever, Steve was able to manage a half smile and then a tiny chuckle after thinking about the posible contents of his new articles.
"What on earth is so funny?" Inquired Grahm in one of his old and yet familiar demeaning manners.

"Grahm!" Scolded Sarah, but before she could finish Steve clued his parents in on his train of thought.

"Well, I thought that perhaps it might be an idea."

"What?"

"Being a writer. I've often thought about it, you know.. writing."

A sign of releif went over his mothers face, but just the opposite over his fathers. His forehead seemed to slip off of his skull a bit and crinkle just at the brow. His entire cheekbones seemed to even go along with his lips to create almost an inaudable scowl.
"No," Came at last from Grahm, causing a greif look not only from Steven, but also from his mum. "The last thing we need is for you to have more attention put on you about this. You're only 16 Steven."

"But dad... I.."
But he was cut off by one his father's ice cold looks that could mean only one thing; no arguing, his mind has been set. He looked over to his mother who seemed to be in his corner the whole time since Prize Day, and suprizingly, her face almost seemed to be agreeing with his fathers'. Just then the phone rang and ended the tenseness of the moment.
"I'll get it" Said Steve as fast as he could to get out of there, he still stubbed his toe agains the corner table which the phone sat upon.

"Hello"

"Yes is Steve in?" Replyed a voice that Steve was ever so grateful to hear.

"Hi Mark."

"Steve, I haven't been able to get through. Are you ok? Wends and I have been worryied straight about you, mind the pun."

"Very funny Mark. Yes Im still alive... but glad you're talking to me at least. Far as I've counted, I now still have 5 people that will talk to me. My mum, Jess, Linds, a mate of mine, you and Windy. Just waiting for the rest of the world to fall in line."

"Well I just wanted to see if you were going to be in school or not tomorrow? Cause if so, Wends, Jess and I will meet you somewhere so you won't be harassed as much."

"Yeah alright, tomorrow just outside the Library." Steve released as he secrety felt glad he hadn't lost one of his best mates.

"Right. See you then."

"Cheers." And replaced the telephone to its spot. Glancing to the clock hanging just on the adjacent wall of the tiny living room, he noticed the hour. Damn, he had slept the entire morning and afternoon away and already it was 1800.. he'll be a bear tomorrow morning.
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Veronica Dixon overheard some healty shouting in her son's upstairs bedroom and hurried up the stairs to see what the fuss was about. She approached the doorway with ample speed but was only able to manage the tail end.
"Dave was right, you're a queer f*ck, too..." Kevin spat across the luxurious bedroom to her son standing in front of his whindow which overlooked the Dixons' back yard, garden and swimming pool. Kevin suddenly felt that itch upon the back of his neck and turned in time to see her just arriving to investigate the obvious altercation between two friends. But he just pushed past her without explanation, ran down the hall, seemingly touching a few steps on his plunge to the first floor, and only by ear of the front door being slammed was the announcement of his departure. There was a moment of immense silence only broken by the chirping of sweet birds just outside, as John moved slowly to his queen sized bed to sit, all the while avoiding his mother's eyes completely.
"Something wrong love?" She pleaded, hoping to get an answer to her initial draw to the room. "What was Kevin all upset about? Don't tell me that you two had another row?"

"Nah." John finally rebuted after thinking out his approach to this additional never ending lie between his mother and himself. "Kevin thinks that because Carter took some pictures for the mag, and he swam over here cause it was hot that me and him were mates. And then he started off when i agreed and just decided now was the time to be a total wanker and well.. you heard the rest."

"So what's got him then John?"

"Not sure. I'll find out tomorrow when we got back to school." Did that convince her that he was just making an ass of himself, or does she suspect something different? John's mother glances out the window and caught a glimpse of the unusual darkening of the sky and then back at his face.

"Odd, I didn't know it was supposed to storm today. John, do clean up this room of yours. I'm suprised that Kevin even was able to get in here to yell at you."

"Right, no worries." Whew! She bought it. John watched and listened carefully as his mother slowly decended down the stairs one at a time, as a proper English woman should, before he let his eyes slip to his mobile. Maybe he could catch Steve at home and apologize... no. Talk to him in person, take a jog... damn those grey clouds! Perhaps just watch the tele for a bit and fall asleep and hope to run into him tomorrow morning before Kevin sees him.