We had eaten our tea in silence as the other guys were sitting in their groups whispering away, wondering what had happened, even the guys in the nerdy group, who I normally associate more with, sat away from us. It didn’t help either the fact that at tea time, and for the evening up until nine o’clock, the girls always joined us for joint supervised camp activities, and they also joined in whispering and gossip.
It felt very uncomfortable and with my mind in its usual paranoid state, I assumed they all now knew I was a homosexual (OMG, I actually said it in full, hope God doesn’t strike me down).
Of course, no one really did think that, they were more interested in the fact that the gossips had mentioned that I had been alone with Miss Swift in the nurse station. Sharon Salt said she had definitely seen me resting my head on her breasts, and Miss Swift had be holding me so close and seemed to be enjoying it more than she should.
What a load of garbage, but at least it diverted attention away from what Nathan had said about Stuart and me under the waterfall, and his accusations that I was, what was the new word for it, oh yeah, Gay.
Gay, hmm, not sure I feel very happy and gay about all this, but at least it sounds far better than Queer, Faggot or Homo.
Hold on why did I say ‘I’ and not ‘We’, as in Stuart and Me, he had said we both had had boners, and were both a couple of homosexuals, erm… Gays.
However, Stuart was Stuart so no way was he a homosexual, yes he was a so called sickly boy, a ‘Mummies’ boy and a Nerd, but he was just my friend and was definitely not gay, I would have known or guessed it after all the years we knew each other.
He was like my shadow, always there with me. Not always wanted, as he could be a bit of a pain, what with his medication and stuff, but he always seemed to be there, like a familiar freckle on your face or pimple on your bum. Eww, what a comparison, but you get my meaning.
So I am sure that Nathan just wanted to stir up trouble for me, he was probably the guy I, and most of the others, didn’t get along with, but he seemed to always ‘Have it in’ for me, so Stuart just got caught up in the cross fire.
As meal time ended things started to get back to normal, the tittle-tattle subsided and the general chatter reached is normal peak along with the odd item of food flying through the air, and fortunately none aimed at us, so that meant our little episode was already gossip history.
I started to feel a lot better, no more dizziness and now I had some food in me, a lot less nauseas. I just sat there watching the Tweeddale twins squabble over who had the longest hair, weird really as they both looked identical and so did the length of their hair, but I suppose girls will be girls and hair seems so important to them.
“Eh Lyle, stop staring and tell us who you think has the longest hair between us?” shouted Nicola.
“Oh No girls, don’t bring me into this I am crap at these sorts of things”, I responded, hoping not to offend either of them, as they had a fearsome reputation of striking first and asking questions later.
“I think mine is definitely an inch longer”, shrieked Rachel.
“I wouldn’t say that Rach, more like zero difference to be honest”, giggled Stuart.
“Jeez, Stuart, you feeling brave aren’t you?” I whispered to him, knowing that the girls would probably beat him to death if he said anything that implied they both looked exactly the same.
It was weird, though they were identical twins and did everything together, dressed the same, and you never saw them apart, they hated being told they were identical, and would get really aggressive to anyone who told them so.

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RomantikLife is funny when you look back on it, in fact the core of the word ‘life’ says it all, ‘if’. Life is full of ‘What if’, ‘If only’ and ‘Maybe if’ moments and they tend to shape our lives, sometimes for the better and sometimes for the worse. I can...