Just us two and we are fine. Always have been and...
not lovers exactly and...
I'm not saying I never thought about it and I have NO idea if he ever has, but no matter. We have remained close friends and nothing more all of our lives. Buds and then some, closer than most siblings and truly devoted to each other in every way imaginable. But...
I am to this day not sure why, but as we stood in the warmish breezy air outside the house where inside lay a truly gruesome sight, waiting for forensics to arrive, my mind began to wander...backwards. First that sense of impending something I mentioned earlier, dread perhaps? Was this what I sensed? I didn't really know, and then...
Robbie (aka Rob and I call him both which seems to amuse him for some reason) as I said before we were cribmates and buds even then.
Our mothers tell us he used to wrap himself around me and then he would go quietly to sleep. I would suck my thumb and snorffle in his ear...until I did too.
To make matters worse, THEY TOOK PICTURES...omg, how embarrassing. LOL.
He always took a proprietary interest in his wee bro, he being a few days older (so of course he was the much more mature and wiser of the two at least according to him). Uh Uh.
(His birthday is June 26th, and mine is the 29th).
Even in grade school, nobody messed with me and knew if they did they would have to deal with a raging Sicilian. LOL. He alway wins. Always and not always by the rules either. Dirty fighter he is. Hehehe.
He always was the tallest kid in the class/grade/
school/PLANET and although so skinny as to be a prime candidate for 3rd world famine relief poster child of the year...he had the 'family' attitude towards anyone messing with anything they deem THEIRS...and to his child like mind, I WAS HIS (and still am I guess). Suits me.
In other words, DO NOT or you won't like what you reap.
We always seemed to like the same things or at least to enjoy together the things we did separately (still do) and neither of us ever seemed to need anyone else much. We were always, it seems, kind of self-contained from playpen on...99% of the time we were together as if being joined at the brain to hip to toe wasn't odd which to us it wasn't. It was natural to us. Even in a group of people, it was US...and we didn't find it odd and nobody else seemed to either.
I have loved him always and know he has loved me always and...it has always been a kewl feeling. Comfortable, a sense of security and he has always been my refuge, and I his which is something everyone needs and should have to my way of thinking. Nothing thrills me more than laying in bed going to sleep, in his arms.
But THAT is just the way things have always been and in truth it is as gay as we have ever gotten. Yep. We have slept together from the crib on...A LOT, but we sleep. Cuddles, yep...often to almost always but nothing more. It is a comfortable and secure feeling but I just never have given the possibility of anything more much thought. Didn't need to I guess. I was and am happy beyond words just the way things are. Robbie seems to feel the same as far as I know and maybe I am afraid to explore the possibilities.
We did decide early on to go to the same University and we did by choice...which turned out to be Stanford (full scholarships thank you very much) and thanks to my parents we got a house in Palo Alto that was ours until graduation. Beautiful place, large and warm and inviting and it just felt like home...and it was for over four years and OH THE PAHTEES. We hated to leave it after graduation actually but we were both more than a bit homesick, so...
My parents are REALLY well off. Both came from wealthy families and both have succeeded well since. My father has been a successful lawyer and now is a judge and my mother is a Pediatrician. Robbie's parents weren't well off and aren't. His mother was and is our housekeeper and his dad is a janitor for the local school system. But the families like each other and so it's all good. My 'rents are VERY kewl, not uppity at all (as most old money families aren't) and over time I guess the differences in status just sorta faded away and it was just people to people.
Robbie is just SO kewl that he blended with my buds from more affluent backgrounds really easily. Nobody ever seemed to care about his lesser status and I sure as hell didn't either. He was and is 'MY BUD', and that as they say is that. He is really bright, has a wonderfully warped sense of humor which makes him a champ in my book, and is incredibly principled which is a really good thing. SOMETIMES. The fact that he is A HOT AS FUCK ITALIAN with charm to spare is a bonus round on steroids. LOL.
We also decided early on that we liked it here and so after college we knew we would both return to begin our adulthood in earnest...and no, we didn't ever talk about it in much more depth than that. I guess you could say we kinda fly on autopilot and for us it works.
Looking back on our earlier school years, I think a lot of our classmates and buds thought we were...'doing it', or would eventually...and kinda just accepted us as a couple. He even took me to the proms, 8th grade, 9th grade, and senior...which I am sure did NOTHING to dispel the notion that WE are the proverbial COLLECTIVE 'WE' as in TOUCH HIM AND YOU DIE, hehehe, and not just two people who didn't have anything better to do on those nights except to... and so...
Actually,without thinking about it I guess we really were (and are) the collective WE, and the 'touch him and you die' thingy everyone has always assumed we were. WE just didn't know it...yet.
Yeh, nice couple. BUT...
a couple of what I've never been too sure. But again it's a small town in the Midwest and we just did what worked for us (still do) and nobody ever said anything or ragged on us about it. Our guy buds and our girl buds just let us be who we are and that is kewl. I guess it is a kewl town...which is maybe what makes this murder thing SO bizarre. SO out of place.
ROBBIE & I were an item while only mildly being aware of it.
But NOW?
Truth is I have no clue and that pretty much sums me up perfectly. Normally I am bright but clueless. LOL. Yup. I can be standing in a big pile of dogshit and be totally oblivious to it. When someone mentions it...I look down in surprise. It REALLY IS that bad. LOL. You would think I would need help tying my shoes or buttoning my shirts (velcro and pull-overs), but that kind of shit I can manage or work around it. LOL. It is the common sense logical crap I have trouble with and to be an astute observer of the things around me I need to be in order to be an outstanding investigative reporter/journalist...GO FIGURE. But it does all work out somehow. Thank God.
Rob comes over almost every night (ok, every night) to the house I bought after coming back to town, and yes we do sleep together sometimes or shall I say ALWAYS, but as before...as throughout our whole entire lives, we sleep, we cuddle, we mesh...but that is it. Truth is he rarely (i.e. never) sleeps at his place (tiny apartment right near downtown) (ok, never sleeps there( and I have wondered to myself why he even has one. We really don't need it. He sleeps here, keeps his clothes here, eats here...DUH.
Hard to explain I know. Would I be against something more?
FUCK NO!
I love that absolute doofus. He is a total TWIT but he is MY total twit and that works for me.
Ok, stats for those who care about that shit.
We are both (almost) 23. He is 6'4 1/2" and I am not. LOL. I am 6'2". He weighs 12# soaking wet (ok, about 140#) and I weigh about 122# soaking wet. All I ever hear is how well-proportioned we are (and I am never quite sure how to take that. HAHAHA). I am also told I am a badass stone hottie and Rob even more so. I am a blue-eyed dusty blonde and he is dark haired with a dash of ginger/auburn like a lot of Italians with sultry green eyes.
I am a fashion freak and I help him be too, and don't ask me why we get matching outfits a lot but never notice anything strange about that. Ok, we are BOTH a bit obtuse.
I guess you could say we are a perfect match and if we live long enough WE may figure that out. But for now, what we got works.
Did I mention? I love that stupid fuck to DEATH, and anyone who messes with him will have me to deal with. I will ASSAULT THEM WITH MY PIERCING WIT AND SCATHING RHETORIC. They WILL be harmed to be sure...and if that fails, I will call one of his Sicilian cousins who will BEAT THE CRAP out of them.
THERE. Problem solved. Hahahaha.
I came out of my reverie for a minute to nod and smile to John and Rob just to assure them I was paying STRICK 'TENSHUN to their conversation, and when I was satisfied that I had accomplished that, slipped back into my version of a semi-comatosa nostra...something I am REALLY GOOD AT.
Have I mentioned?
Rob has twin brothers who are in their teens, while MY parents felt why mess with perfection so they stopped at ME. GOOD CHOICE, methinks.
His brothers Drew and Dylan (Dylan for me of course) aka Wrack and Wruin or Frick and Fucked-up (not in front of the 'rents) are BEYOND bizarre. I SWEAR, they are about as close to total wack jobs as it gets without being asylum bait. You just never know with them and being identical (and then some) they of course delight in confusing everyone.Their dad can tell them apart, their mother can't which is a scream in and of itself.
We are told there was some thought to naming them BOTH Dylan (Hi, I'd like you to meet my brother Darryl and my other brother Darryl...hahahah...thank God they didn't). I really don't think that that was ever a serious consideration but...).
These two miscreants from the planet OMG...they dress alike, talk alike, think alike, walk alike (and trust me their walk is a sight to behold. Not exactly walking per se, more like hanggliding on the ground and what their hips and butts do autta be illegal).
They for some weird offbeat reason Rob and I cannot fathom, JUST LOVE US, hang out with us WHENEVER possible, and make our lives both much more fun and much more INSANE, since they are both. We are four of the nuttiest goobers anywhere to be found, and derive enormous pleasure from it too. HAH. We are like four Bubba's who been nippin' at the still for several decades.
I used to wish I had a sibling, but after those two showed up I'm not sure I could handle it.
I was just getting my reverie second wind when the gendarmes showed up, aka forensics team. Not big enough department/town/tax base for two teams and they had been othewise occupied until now. We assured them that that was ok, we hadn't touched anything, were totally innocent of all charges...AND the deceased in all likelihood was STILL DEAD.
Really. NO sense of humor these two. Stone UN-hinged, methinks. Honestly, how DO one get through this little misadventure called life without wit, humor, and the like. It always amazes me that people without a sense of humor don't just die of lack of interest or whatever. I bet these two munchkins don't even giggle during SEX. How droll.
We went on in with us three leading the way but NOT planning anything other than POINTING TO THE KITCHEN from afar. TRUST ME and once well into the dining room, John, Robbie, and I stepped aside against the wall allowing the still living cadavers aka Forensics boys to go ahead WHILE WE THE AFOREMENTIONED...
POINTED. Damn we're good.
Ok, I did hear one sharp intake of breath...forcing me to believe that at least one of them was still alive. Ha. But barely I insist.
We were behind them all the way. WAY behind them, like across town. Let's just say we cleared that front door so fast it spun on its hinges. We damn near wedged going through BUT made it by the skin of our teeth which we were all glad to still have and functioning...UNLIKE Mistah Case inside...although why anyone would want skin ON THEIR TEETH is way above my paygrade.
Since it was by now well into Saturday and both of us had the day off (yeh right) I said let's head for the barn and after a round of applause, two cartwheels, and a hoot and holler, WE DID JUST THAT.
YAY
CONTINUE TO CHAPTER V
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