Really intelligently written D & E fanfiction that I stumbled across a while back (not that there is a whole lot of competition out there given the taboo subject matter).  Feed the author some positive comments if you’d like to see more chapters.  🙂

Chapter 1 – AUTUMN

     By the time we got to Eric house it was dark. The old honda putted down South Reed Street and into the Harris drive in the tiny suburban cul-de-sac. The drive-way was empty and the house looked dark. The only illumination came from two garage lights that dimly lit the front of the house.
“Perfect, no ones home” he murmured to himself with a slight smile.
I opened my door and got out of the car exposing my body to the humid night air. Taking a deep breath in I looked around the neighborhood observing the other houses on the street. Eric’s neighbor Sarah had just pulled into the driveway and was on her way inside the house. Sarah was our age and went to school with us. Eric’s been trying to get with her for years but he’s never had any luck.
“Dylan you still with us?”
I turned around and gave him a confused look.
“What?” I looked at Eric as though I had just woken up from a jarring dream.
“Earth to Dylan, come in space marine come in.” he chuckled as he mockingly held an invisible microphone to his mouth. “Come on dude.” Eric turned around and headed toward the garage door blindly waving me inside with his hand. Taking one last look around the empty street I followed him up to the garage door and leaned against the house while he punched in the garage door combination.
“What’s the secret number commander?” I amusingly asked Eric.
He hesitated and looked up for a minute as if offended then just as quickly went back to punching in numbers.
“It’s my birthday, so if you know my birthday you gain entry into the base.” Eric said with a serious tone.
I stood there for a moment and gently rocked my shoulder blades back and forth against the gray and cream colored brick. I was almost certain it was in April but I couldn’t remember the exact day.
“You give up?” Eric said with disappointment.
“Hold the fuck on, i’ve got this.” I shot back.
The both of us stood silent for a moment as the garage door began to open.
“April 9th, your birthday is April 9th. You’re six months older than I am. April 9th, 1981” I said confidently.
The garage door came to a sudden jolting stop as it reached the back of the tracks. He started clapping in a congratulatory way. I could tell he was glad that I knew his birthday. I could see it really bumming him out had I not known it.

Irretrievable The Stories of Eric and Dylan    by xmichaelmyersii