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*ducks flying object *See? There, now that wasn�t too long of an hiatus,
now was it? Well then, on it goes; part one of David�s history. Due to it�s
length, I�ll have to split it up in three chapters; part two should be done by
Saturday. While researching for this chapter, I noticed how little I actually
remembered from the eighties; though I was a kid back when. The again, faced
with some of the..obscurities of said era, I think my brain just did an
extensive all-around memory annihilation in order to save me what little sanity
I had to begin with. Damn, talk about colour miscoordination!* shudder*
So relax, prop up your feet and enjoy!^^

�� stand for past events.

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Happy days are here to stay

He
clambered from the bed, Nick following suit, exclaiming,
�Hey, it�s
not like I wanted to fall for you in the first place! I mean, it�s not a
bad thing �well, from my point of view, anyway- but it..it..�
He trailed
off, motioning with his left hand in confusion, and ended lamely,
��it just
happened. I�m sorry.�
David
paused in his movements, tilting his head back, hands on hips.
�Don�t..don�t
do that, ok? Don�t..fall for me. You�ll only get hurt.�
He turned
to face Nick and whispered,
�And don�t
ever -ever-aplogize for falling in love. There�s nothing wrong with
that.�
Nick smiled
shyly and nodded.
��kay. I�m
sorry for-�
Giving an
inarticulate chortle, David threw his hands in the air.
�Didn�t I
just tell you not to apologize? Sheesh, I know you�re not braindead, so
what�s your problem?�
Nick
chuckled at Hodges� antics, knowing the trace tech only did so in order to lift
up the mood.
Which was
strangely endearing, since it was supposed to be Nick�s part to raise the
spirits.
Squareing
his broad shoulders, he declared,
�Fine. I�m not
sorry for falling in love with you. I am, however, sorry for making you uncomfortable.�
David
regarded him with a surprised look.
�You�re not
making me uncomfortable. In contrary; up to now you have been the perfect host.
And, unless you plan to jump me in my sleep��
Nick
blanched, reddend and gulped at that, all at once,
�I seriously
doubt you could harm me in any way possible.�
The Texan
inhaled sharply, then closed the distance between them.
He rose one
hand, almost touching David�s cheek, and rasped,
�I would
never..ever..do anything to hurt ya.�
Tired blue
eyes closed once, gratefully, as the elder man hushed,
�I know.
That�s why I agreed to stay with you.�

A hailstorm
of feelings blew through Nick, almost knocking him off his feet.
Just how
did this man always seem to know what to say to him in order to reclaim his,
Nick�s, heart over and over again?
He wanted
nothing more than to reach out and embrace the blue-eyed man before him, rain
kisses all over his face and pledge his undying love to him.
Knowing
Hodges, however, Nick had it on good terms that such an action would merely end
in him getting cold-cocked, since David was not the touchy kind.
Instead, he
brunet buried his hands(along with his heart) in his jeans pockets and stated
ruefully,
�Well,
guess that�s a start. Though I would never go between you and Wendy��
He could
actually see what little mirth David had worked up drop away and reveal a such
confound loneliness and despair, it made his own chest tighten.
�It�s
pretty difficult to break up people who have already ..separated �not that we
were ever together to begin with, but��
�Wait,
wait, she �dumped you?!?� yelled Nick incredulous. Who in his right mind would
give up someone as wonderful as David Hodges, if they had so obviously managed
to win his heart? Hell, he�d given his left hand to be with David, and she just-
�Why? I
mean, the two of you were so..perfect for each other!� Nick almost
gagged at his words; he might have been love-struck, but he wasn�t blind.
David just
stood there, impassive, emotions flickering over his features, too fast to
discern.
Immediately
Nick felt guilty for his outburst.
Gently
raching out with one hand, he took David by his arm and led him back to the
bed.
�I�m sorry,
I din�t mean� to rub it in, it�s just�I
can�t understand why�d she do that? Did you have a fight or something?�
Laying on
his back, David stared unseeing at the ceiling, tears brimming his bright blue
eyes.

�She�she was mad because I didn�t tell �her �bout ..Debbie.�
Nick shook
his head in confusion.
�So? That
was, what, eight years ago?� David rubbed his palms over his eyes.
�Nine. We
got divorced more than ten years back; I was transferred here because she kept
pestering me even after she had taken just about everything I owned.�
Scowling,
Nick shook his head.
�Sounds
like one mean broad. Why did you marry her in the first place, anyway? I mean,
did you -have to, or-?�
A deep
sigh, as David thought about the answer.
Well, since
Nick had been upright with his feelings towards him, the trace tech figured,
his host deserved some honesty.

��

The year
was 1985.
Glam Rock,
leggings, Madonna, leotards, big hair, lycra, neon coulours, shoulder pads and Back
to the Future.
David
Hodges breathed in the scent of pinewood forest and early morning dew.
The scent
of home.
It had been
his decision to come to Williams; though his mother had wanted him to go to
Princeton or Harvard, David for once had put his foot down and insisted to come
to his birthplace in order to finish college.
He had
started school, life even, here, and what better place than to return to his
roots in order to set the tracks for his future? Even if his parents didn�t
like it(given, since his father had died when he was fifteen, that one�s
opinion didn�t matter anymore), he was happy with it.
Fact was,
David loved his hometown.
It was so
much smaller than LA, so much quieter and, best of all, so much further away
from his mother.
Plus,
though it was but a small town, the people here were much more refined and
educated, if not to say classy, than the obnoxiously loud, stupid, superficial
masses roaming the Californian metropole.
Whistling The
Power of Love, David sauntered down to the science center, duffle bag slung
over his right shoulder, suitcase in the other hand and neon-blue backpack on
his back.
Coming from
the health center, David walked down Hoxsey Road, took a sharp turn to the
right at Bronfman-
And ran
smack dab into the person who happened to exit Thompson labs.
He
recoiled, even as the other student desperately tried to regain their balance,
rapidly failing.
David acted
without thinking; in one swift move his suitcase was dropped and his left arm
snaked around the waist of the would-be-fallen.
�Thank you.
I really thought I was going to hit the ground.�
David�s
brows shot up at the cultivated choice of words; he looked down-
Emeralds,
with just a hint of turquoise, for eyes, a shock of perfectly groomed,
honey-colored strands, pouty lips and a perfect little stub-nose�
�Uhm, if
you don�t mind, I would be very appreciative if you lifted me back into an
upright position.�
He blushed,
apologized, helped the girl collect her books and folders, earning a wink and
cheeky smile in return, as she continued on her way.
And that�s
how David Hodges met Deborah Winsley.

He was the
leader of the Nerd Squad.
The
Geekmeister.
Lord of the
dorks.
Easy on the
eyes, a brain that seemed to be an endless vault of information and gifted with
perfect eyesight, David Hodges easily took reign over the less lucky of his
nerdy brethren.
And, since
he was an excellent mid- and short-distance runner, even the jocks had to
grudgingly agree, he was athletic enough to not be a real geek.
Studying
seemed to be some kind of game to him; though he spent more time conducting
weird experiments, blowing up random stuff and pissing off his
teachers(literally), his grades never fell beneath a B+, even when he totaled
the car he had borrowed from the decan for a little hike to Reno.
He was the
perfect henchman to bring home to your parents in order to pose for the real
boyfriend you dated; poised, well-mannered and polite.
Plus, he
could dance.
And not
only The Robot(though that was is favourite) but all classic ballroom steps; be
it waltz, foxtrott, two-step or jive. His mother had been very persistent about
him taking dance lessons, and, for the first time in his life, David was glad
he had followed her advise.
Invited to
a party last-minute and got no date?
Ask David.
Your
boyfriend flirting around everytime you turned your back on him?
Ask David
to take you out, when your hubby�s watching.
Needed a
partner for your dance exam due next week?
David
picked up new steps faster than a squirrel walnuts.
Wanted to
see the newest movie but got no tickets?
Ask David,
who had the part-time job at the downtown theater as assistant cinema operator.
Oh, and
let�s not forget that he was an excellent tutor for everything science-related,
be it physics, biology or chemistry.
More than
often, David found himself with so many girls -and guys- requesting his advise
or help as stand-in date or study partner, he had to actually reshedule or even
hand them over to one of his geek friends.
Needless to
say, he had more than enough of his share of enemies among the campus brawlers.
Good luck
his feet were almost as fast as his brain; otherwise David would have ended up
as a mangled heap more often than not. Still, the occasional shiner and bruised
torso was a small price to pay for the fact that he had students �mostly
female-� flocking his dorm on a regular
base.
The one
girl, however, who never asked for his help, was Debbie Winsley, never mind how
much he wished for it.
Then again,
why should she?
Her parents
practically owned the town; she had more followers than Brooke Shields, was
stunningly beautiful and well-educated.
Not
amazingly smart, but since she could afford private teachers, she kept her
grades a steady B. Besides, since she wanted to be an actress, who cared if she
flunked at math?
David, well
aware that she was way out of his league, didn�t even bother to show interest
in her.
What was
worth pining over someone who was most likely to be the next Kelly LeBrock?

Leaving
through the various appliance forms, David marched down the hall, trying very
hard not to scream in frustration and despair.
�What
precisely is your problem, David?�
Shaken from
his reverie, the startled young man looked up and met with Deborah�s
breathtaking eyes.
Perplexed,
that she would even adress him, he said the first thing that came to mind,
�I�m
missing one A+ for a summa cum laude in geosciences, so I�ll have to go to a
Graduate School in order to-�
�I was not
reffering to your sudies, David!� interrupted the blonde.
�I just
want to know why you have been ignoring me these past three years?�
David
blinked repeatedly; was this some kind of a hoax?
Cautiously,
he glanced around, replying,
�Well, not
so much ignore as trying not to marr your reputation. After all, what would
people say if they saw the Campus Beauty hang out with the master geek?�
She cocked
her head at that, eyeing him critically.
�I don�t
know,� she admitted, sauntering closer, perfectly manicured fingernails
brushing ever so lightly over his sweater-covered chest, �but I can just guess
what they would say if I did this.�
She tiptoed
and kissed him on the mouth.
Spread-sheets,
folders, pens and what not more clinkered to the floor as all thoughts about
Master�s degrees and MIT went straight out the window.
David
carefully, tenderly snaked both arms around Debbie�s tiny waist, returned,
deepened the kiss and silently vowed to never let go.

��

Nick
laughed disbelieving.
�So, you
guys just �hit it off? Jus� like that?�
David
cocked his head.
�Hey, she
was gorgeous and the most popular girl in the history of Williams �well, at the
time- and I was the ultimate nerd. She really had me believe she actually loved
me, and I bought it, hook, line and sinker. We finished college together and
moved to LA.�
Brown eyes
widened.
�Wait, you
got married right after college?�
�Heck, no!
I got a decent job and she continued studying drama over at AADA, while I was
working on my Master�s. She stayed with mom all the time, until I had scraped
up enough money for a mortgage on a decent house. In a..nice neighbourhood.�
Nick
grinned.
�Lemme
guess: West Hollywood? Bevery Hills? Bel Air?�
David gave
him a level look.
�Alhambra.
Bout..five blocks from Almansor Park. A patch of green and a petribowl-sized
pool.�
Nick gave a
low whistle.
�Not bad.
That�s pretty upper crust, huh?� David shrugged.
�Not
really. But it�s safe, clean and you can make quite the connections up there.
And in LA, that�s all that counts.�
The Texan
frowned.
�So, you
got a house with garden and pool-�
�Community
pool�, corrected David.
�Fine,
community pool; got enough money to support both your household and her studies
and still she wasn�t happy? What�s the problem?�
David
groaned.
�Debbie.
She was more looks than talent, so she usually only ended up with little roles
as �pretty bystander� or �passing babe� or in commercials. Remember that ice
cream ad with the girl in the black polka dot bikini? The one that looked as if
she was actually �sucking off the cone?�
Searching
his brain for an according image, Nick prayed to God above that David would not
provide him with a visual. He didn�t trust himself not to actually grab the
poor trace tech and suck him off. Wait, black polka dot-
�Whoa, hold
it! You mean the one on the sunset beach, with all the people buzzing about and
she just �laying there, giving tongue to the ice cream?�
�That�s
Debbie�, confirmed David, and Nick merely gaped.
�Damn, she
was the reason I put on ten pounds in just one summer! No wonder you were crazy
about her! I mean, wow! I can see why the guys at college tried to kill you!�
�Them, and
every other guy who knew we were together. Which, admitedly, weren�t too many�
stated the elder one. Nick cocked a brow.
�Agent?�
�Press.
Being ..avaiable back then got the guys hooked. Plus, it granted us some
privacy. Not that she was a publicity magnet in the first place, but still,
people did recognize her.� Rolling onto his stomach, Nick propped his chin onto
his right palm.
�So, when�d
ya go wrong?�
��Bout an
year or so after the wedding. I finally got a job at the LAPD and she got this
little reoccuring role in a sitcom, you know, the star�s ditzy friend. After
two seasons, the show was cancelled.�
�And that�s
when the trouble started�, guessed Nick. David rolled his eyes.
�Tell me
about it. First she wanted a new car, then a dog. So, I got her a brand new
cherry-red Camarro and a cream-white Kintamani dog. Which, as you can imagine,
was quite a pain to have imported, but when she opened the cage and I saw how
her eyes sparkled�I still think it was worth the trouble. Well, at least Bosco
was.�
Nick bit
his lip in order not to laugh out loud.

�Bos..co?� David threw both hands up in defense.
�Hey, it
was her idea! I swear! I wanted to name him something Balinese like,
�the far-traveled� or �the one from beyond the seas�,� by now, Nick was rolling
on the bed, guffawing,
�but she
decided on Bosco. So, Bosco it was. For a couple of months, all was right in
the world, and then, out of the blue, she wanted a baby.�

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*purrs * I just love the sound of jaws dropping�it
makes my mean lil� author side go all mrreeowww!^^
I wanted David to origin from Massachusetts, because of
his aloofness and bright mind. Since he never once mentiones his father, I
decided to put him six feet under and wing it from there.
As for Debbie; she�s a blend between Marylin Monroe,
Brigitte Bardot, Gwyneth Paltrow and just a dash of Alicia Silverstone for good
measures, where looks are concerned. It did take me quite a while to pencil out
her character; I needed something twisted and yet sophisticated that would be
able to ensnare a young David�s heart and mind and make him open and vulnerable
for her machinations. At the same time, I didn�t wanted to make her look as if
she was a scheming, devious slut from hell to begin with, but gradually changed
into the woman David learned to hate and fear. Hopefully, I managed to keep her
realistic.

The white-on-black, fiftie�s-styled polka-dot bikini
is a classic; if I had the figure, I�d probably sport one of those myself. See
you in a few!^^
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