BETA NEEDED URGENTLY!
Hey. I need a beta for an original story. It's slash, of course, and five chapters long, which is round about 40 pages on MS Word I'd say. I've just got to write the last ten pages, which should be done in a day or two. So if anyone's willing to lend a helping hand, I would love you for ever and ever!
Craig thumped me on the back again. “Hey, man, having fun?”
I give him my penguin death glare. You know the one where those black beady eyes of theirs stare you down and you know that they’re plotting away for world domination? Yeah, that one. Pity it didn’t work as much as I’d hoped as it only caused Craig to go into a fit of laughter. Bastard.
Craig Lamar. My amigo. My best friend. Mon copain. My partner in crime (I watch, he commits, he gets caught, I run away). We’ve been a constant presence in each other’s orbits for about - wait, one, two, three - basically, we’ve been friends since we were toddlers. He snatched away my bucket when I was playing in the sand box, so I had started wailing as you do when you have the mental capacity of that of a four year old, and so he thought it fit to whack me across the face with said bucket and the rest, as they say, is history. I even have a scar from that bucket whack on the corner of my left eyebrow to prove it.
That’s all fine and dandy, really, except for one minor detail. Craig Lamar? My amigo? Is also the love of my life, or well, the love of however many years I’ve lived so far. So life, right? I don’t think I’ve ever not loved him. Well maybe the time when he whacked me across my face and my thought pattern was something along the lines of, “Die, evil-bucket-stealing-kid, die!” Yeah, that got me mad like some mental case. Or, I think it did, because well, it should. The guy stole my bucket and whacked me with it, how can I not hold a grudge?
I don’t think of myself as gay. No, Craig is gay in the sense that homework is gay. Me? I’m as cool as a cucumber, except for those times when Craig puts his arms around my shoulders in a display of macho camaraderie. Yeah, that doesn’t leave me very cool for long. Did I happen to mention I’m a horny seventeen-year-old fuck? No? Well there you have it.
So please someone help me! I is begging you! Love y'all.
Craig thumped me on the back again. “Hey, man, having fun?”
I give him my penguin death glare. You know the one where those black beady eyes of theirs stare you down and you know that they’re plotting away for world domination? Yeah, that one. Pity it didn’t work as much as I’d hoped as it only caused Craig to go into a fit of laughter. Bastard.
Craig Lamar. My amigo. My best friend. Mon copain. My partner in crime (I watch, he commits, he gets caught, I run away). We’ve been a constant presence in each other’s orbits for about - wait, one, two, three - basically, we’ve been friends since we were toddlers. He snatched away my bucket when I was playing in the sand box, so I had started wailing as you do when you have the mental capacity of that of a four year old, and so he thought it fit to whack me across the face with said bucket and the rest, as they say, is history. I even have a scar from that bucket whack on the corner of my left eyebrow to prove it.
That’s all fine and dandy, really, except for one minor detail. Craig Lamar? My amigo? Is also the love of my life, or well, the love of however many years I’ve lived so far. So life, right? I don’t think I’ve ever not loved him. Well maybe the time when he whacked me across my face and my thought pattern was something along the lines of, “Die, evil-bucket-stealing-kid, die!” Yeah, that got me mad like some mental case. Or, I think it did, because well, it should. The guy stole my bucket and whacked me with it, how can I not hold a grudge?
I don’t think of myself as gay. No, Craig is gay in the sense that homework is gay. Me? I’m as cool as a cucumber, except for those times when Craig puts his arms around my shoulders in a display of macho camaraderie. Yeah, that doesn’t leave me very cool for long. Did I happen to mention I’m a horny seventeen-year-old fuck? No? Well there you have it.
So please someone help me! I is begging you! Love y'all.