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Alex & Andy - the story
Alex had known Andy since forever. Their respective mothers had adjacent beds in the very hospital they were in now and, setting the precedent that was to shape their friendship, Andy introduced himself to the world thirty-seven and a half hours ahead of Alex. They lived across the street from one another.
They played together.
They went to the same nursery and primary school.
They became best friends.
They liked football, small furry animals and anything that was expressly forbidden by their parents. Where Andy went, Alex would inevitably follow. What Andy liked, Alex liked. Not necessarily because he wanted to emulate his friend, more that if he shared things with Andy, the happier it made him.
Time passed. They grew.
As they entered their teens, they continued to share. Feelings. Private thoughts. Sex. They taught each other, through experimentation, what felt good to the other. And talked.
One day Alex found himself talking about a lot of things he would never have talked about with Andy before. He told him how infuriating he found his depreciation whenever there was a girl on the scene. How grateful he was when she'd gone. And he told Andy that he didn't want to lose him. How, if he died, Alex would never get the chance to somehow tell him that he loved him. Not just platonically, but really loved him. How handsome he was, and how the way his smile made Alex feel like the happiest guy in the world.
"I love you too," said Andy.
In October 2003 Alex and Andy celebrated their tenth anniversary as lovers. If they manage to avoid killing each other then they will probably be celebrating again in 2008.
