A Boy Called Donovan, Partly fanfiction and partly original, male Options

[LovelyLinda]

Alright folks
Sorry it took so long,
but here's the next part.
I think I'll finish the story soon.
There'll be more sneezing,
so don't be upset that in this part are only three^^

“Get well. I’m outside.”, Gyp sulked and left the house.

Sighing Don curled tighter in his blanket, closed his heavy eyes and tried to take a little nap.

He awoke when he heard the sound of a banging door and a voice talking to him.

Sleepily he rubbed his eyes and looked around to spot the person.

“I’m here”, he heard the voice giggle and he noticed Jane sitting at the edge of his couch.

“Hey Jane”, he greeted hoarsely and grinned when she gave him a cheery smile.

“Are you better?”, she wanted to know and worried touched his forehead,

that was shimmering slightly sweaty.

“Not really”, he muttered and tried to suppress a coughing fit.

But he failed badly and found himself coughing his ass off.

“You sound terrible.”, Jane sighed and gave him a concerned look with her big green eyes.

“Duh…”, Don smirked, got up and shuffled into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?”, she wanted to know and followed him.

To spare his throat he just raised the tea can and pointed at the water boiler to make her understand.

“You’re making tea? Aww, I could do for you. Just sit down and relax.”,

she offered but Don just shook his head absentely and boiled the water.

“It’s your own fault.”, she laughed and left the room when he bent forward trying to stifle a bunch of sneezes. “Huh’gnnnnxx, Eshhhuu, Heh’eh’shh”

Now he was at his own again. He shrugged and poured tea in a mug.

Sipping on his tea he made himself comfortable on the couch.

The tea warmed him up a little and he felt his congestion ease and his nose getting runny.

Sniffling he scanned the room for any tissues, but he couldn’t find any.

Eventually he hurried into the small bathroom, took a bunch of loo paper and blew his nose wetly.

Disgusted he threw it into the loo and returned into the living room.

[snufflebunny]

This is wonderful! Donovan is so sweet.

Please, please continue!

[LovelyLinda]

He shrieked when he ran into Gyp, who was carrying two bags and dropped them on the floor.

“I’m so sorry Gyp”, Donovan mumbled and helped him picking up the little wrapped things.

“What’s that?”, he wanted to know and pointed at the bag.

“Don’t you smell it? It’s a lot of sausages.

The friendly wife of the butcher refused to let me go without these.”,

he smirked and looked somewhat proud.

“That’s great! Nah…Can’t smell anything right now…”, Don answered dully and added cheery, “By the way, I got 15 pounds for doing the washing up.”.

Absently rubbing his tickly nose he scanned his trouser pockets for the money.

“Got it!”; he grinned and handed him the money.

“Thanks. Let’s see. Someone of us should go buying food, usually it’s Jane,

but she must not leave the house.”, his friend mumbled.

“I can’t I have to work in the evening, remember?”, Don remembered him and bit on his upper lip to distract himself from sneezing.

“Yeah, you’re right. I forgot…Alright, I’ll do the shopping.

By the way, bless you.”, Gyp announced when he watched Donovan’s face screwing up. “I…I’m not going to…huh…to…”With fluttering eyelids he took a few

hasty breaths but pinched his nostrils tight just in time to destroy the upcoming sneeze.

“Uh…”, he sighed delighted and sniffed wetly trying to clear up the mess in his his nose.

Without success.

A few minutes later the tickle returned and he repeated his procedure, but the force to sneeze was too strong to hold it back.

Eventually he bent forwards with a half-stifled “H’etk’nnnchuh”, groaning because his ears hurt badly and Gyp was chuckling.

“How much time is it?”, he asked Gyp staring at the ground and avoiding facing him.

“About 7 I think”, he responded and yawned, setting the table for dinner.

“I almost forget, I should wear decent clothes. Do you have something that looks quiet decent?”, he asked with a light sniff and looked at the tatty bag where

Gyp stored all his stuff.

“Possibly”, he answered and kneed down, searching for something suitable.

Don sat down beside him, rubbing his nose vigorously and watched Gyp making a mess.

“Could you do me a favour?”, Gyp asked bugged.

“What?”, Don wanted to know and sniffed wetly.

“Please stop breathing in my ear, it drives me crazy to hear you sniffling all day long.”, he answered unnerved.

“I’m sorry, but hey, I can’t help it.”, Don answered resentful, tried desperately to breath through his stuffed up nose and ended up with coughing deeply.

“Here, black trousers and a white shirt. I think it’ll do.”,

He finally found something and handed it to his friend who took it gratefully


TBC?

By the way...I'm sorry that I can't spell sneezes...

This post has been edited by LovelyLinda: Apr 1 2010, 10:37 PM

[Ciuty80]

sure tbc
and dont apologize about the spelling
everything is ok

[LovelyLinda]

Happy easter everybody
Here is another part of the story of a boy called Donovan ^^
(With more yummy sneezes)
I totally love this part, I hope you do as well.
Please tell me


“Thanks a lot”, he said and blushed when he noticed how congested his voice sounded, “I’ll call Jane and the others for dinner.”

He stood up and headed upstairs.

“Hey folks, we have dinner right now!”, he yelled huskily into the little living room to make them move downstairs

just before bending forward with two unexpected sneezes.

“Heh’ishhou, heh’chuuuh”, he wearily caught them in his hand.

“Bless you”, he heard a voice from the other room.

Jane was sitting on her bed reading a magazine, looking bored.

“Hey honey”, she greeted when Donovan stopped breathing hastily beside her.

“Hi Jane. It’s time for dinner.”, he gasped just before muffling a cough into the crook of his elbow.

“Aww, poor you, still feeling bad?”, she asked concerned and got up to stroke over his curly, brown hair.

“Not too bad.”, he muttered, forcing himself to a weak smile and both went downstairs to have dinner.

After he hastily gulped down some food, he waved a quick goodbye and left the house to get to the restaurant in time.

He was already dressed in Gypsy’s clothes so he tried not to get them dirty.

Slightly out of breath he arrived in the restaurant and greeted Dan,

who was wearing extremely tight jeans and a flower printed shirt.

“Hey, how’s life?”, he greeted Don and gave him a cheery smile.

“Alright”, he muttered and looked around in the huge room.

There were lots of people in there, sitting at the tables, playing cards, drinking, talking, laughing. But Donovan didn’t even spot a single lady between all
these men.

Rather confused he faced Dan and suddenly he realised, that he was in the middle of a haunt of queers.

Slightly showing discomfort he asked Dan if he should do the washing up or serving the plates.

“Joe’s not there, so I need your help right now. It’s not a big deal for you serving a few plates, is it? Come ‘ere”,

The cockney guy ordered and he followed him into the big kitchen.

“Mamma Mia, fresh blood for this restaurant. Beautiful! Come here”,

a sunburned man, probably in his early 30’s, yelled filled with enthusiasm and hugged the helpless Don tightly. When Don gasped for air the Italian let him

go, offered him his hand and introduced himself as “Antonio”.

“Donovan”, the one that nearly got squashed croaked and shook hands with him.

“Yup Don, that’s Toni. He’s the best cook all over the world. I think you’ll get on well with him. Now I’ll tell you what’s important, alright?”

Wiping his already runny nose with his sleeve he listened absently to the instructions the lad with the colourful flower design shirt was giving him.

“…And please try not to spill something, alright?”,

He finished and Donovan sighed delighted.

“I’ll give my very best.”, he promised before turning away, muffling a deep cough into his hands.

“Uh, before I forget: It’s not very hygienic to cough into your hands,

the guests won’t find this very pleasant.”

“’s alright.”, Don mumbled and sniffed wetly to hold the mess in his nose back,

oh, what would he give for a tissue right now?

“Just relax. I let you know when the food’s finished, alright?

Then you can serve the meals.”,

the tanned cook offered him with a wink.

Don nodded with an insecure smile and rubbed over his nose that won’t stop running and tickling.

He was amazed, he didn’t even felt that worse that he expected although his throat was still sore but at least it didn’t hurt that bad anymore.

The Londoner headed into the other room to take the orders.

While cutting tomatoes the cook warbled away and the Scot felt a light headache growing.

When the cook struck up the song “O sole mio”,

Donovan couldn’t bear it any longer and begged rubbing his temples, “Could you please stop that?”

A tad surprised the cook answered, “Sure” and continued peeling the vegetables.

Don walked around in the kitchen, still massaging his temples, and watched the chef cooking.

“Are you alright?”, he wanted to know when the curly-haired lad sat exhausted down on a chair.

“Yup”, he briefly answered, trying to suppress a stubborn tickling sensation by rubbing his nose frantically.

“Sure?”, he probed and glanced at Don’s pale face, his flushed cheeks and the reddened nose. Although he was doing his best to hold it back, his nose

twitched, his eyelids fluttered shut and he took a few shuddering breaths.

Cupping his hands over his face he doubled over with a bunch of violent sneezes.

“Huh’isheew, Hehgnnnx. He’esshhhh”

Flushing red of embarrassment and weakness he sniffed wetly and scanned his pockets for a tissue.

“God bless you.”, Toni stammered and paused cooking.

Don pressed his sleeve under his streaming nose and asked totally stuffed up,

“Do you have a tissue for me?”

With a sigh the cook got a clean white handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and handed it to the helpless looking lad. “Here you are”.

Still embarrassed he took the handkerchief gratefully and muttered a “Thanks”

and gave his nose a gurgling blow.

It didn’t help him to get rid of the sensation, his red-framed nose ached and was still tickly.

“Heh…ah…heehh…”, his breath hitched and he desperately gasped for air just before bending over with another forceful sneeze straight into the already

soaked hanky. “Hehh’tchhuuh”

“Bless you again.”, Toni sighed and gave him a concerned look.

This post has been edited by LovelyLinda: Apr 3 2010, 11:12 PM

[Raining Strawber...]

Aaaaaaahhh!! Why did I wait so long to read this??!

This is so cute, Linda, I really love it. Donovan is absolutely adorable. And I really like the plot here-- I don't mind that there are fewer sneezes, because it's a really interesting story besides, and then the sneezes are a fun treat mixed in. (Though I also like your stories that don't have much of a plot. Either way works for me!)

And don't worry, you spell out sneezes better than I do! I can imagine them quite well, and they're reeeally good. Heh, I think I'll be borrowing everyone's sneeze spellings when I write stories...

Good job so far!

[LovelyLinda]

Aww thank you

Okay, the last part was very long,

I'm sorry that I wrote only a few lines right now.

I just tried to get forward a bit.

I'll try to finish this quick, I've got another cute idea for a new one

Hope you enjoy reading anyway:


“Thanks”, Don mumbled through the hanky and wiped his sore nose carefully.

“I have the orders Toni.”, Dan suddenly burst into the room, “Are the salads finished?”

“Sure.”, Toni answered and gazed at Donovan, who quickly stuffed the hanky in his pocket, “Don will serve them now”

Satisfied Dan nodded, handed him the pad with the orders, and left the room.

“Are you ready?”, Toni asked the sniffling lad who was still sitting on a chair.

“I think so.”, he answered and gave him a weak smile.

His arms full loaded with salad he headed into the huge restaurant room.

Fortunately it was a private function and everybody ordered salad for the beginning.

Carefully he placed a bowl of salad in front of a man with a big cigar and his friends and wished them “Enjoy your meal”

One of them gave him a wink and thanked him.

When Donovan breathed in, the smoke of the cigar teased his already irritated nose with awfully itching.

He muffled a cough into his elbow and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Unobtrusively he ran a hand under his nose, that was running and twitching slightly.

Constantly rubbing his nose he served the other plates with salad in a hurry, disappeared in the lavatory and locked the door behind him.

“Heh’tchuuh, Huhisheew”, he sneezed towards the ground.

“Bloody Hell…”, he muttered, grabbing a bunch of toilet paper and blew his nose wetly.

Shaken by a sudden coughing fit he looked into the mirror and was

shocked to see himself pale as a ghost except his little upturned nose, which was shimmering bright red and sore.

“This evening will be fun”, he thought sarcastically and coughed some more.

[LovelyLinda]

UH...it's darn short...I'll write some more lines this evening.

At least I'll try to.

Anyway, I found a pic of Don

It's not the best, usually he's cuter.

But I love his brown curly hair and this little upturned nose

http://img401.imageshack.us/img401/8721/donovanmega.jpg

[obsessed]

Aw, this is cute! :D

[LovelyLinda]

FINAL PART, YAAAAAY!!!

Hey folks, now here's the slightly confusing end.
I'm sorry that it sounds so rough, it's really difficult for me to write this,
because you know that english's not my mothertongue...
Anyway, I hope you get the meaning.
If there are some really bad mistakes, please tell me ;-)

Lot's of sneezing in here as well...yummy =P
Have fun!

Suddenly he felt strangely dizzy and stumbled.

Weakly he pressed his hand against his hot forehead and clinged to the sink.

He shrieked when he heard a knock on the door and a well known voice asking,

“Don, are you in there?”

“Huhesshhou”, echoed loudly through the bathroom.

“I guess you are”

“Uhm…Gyp?”, he answered gobsmacked and opened the door.

“We’ve got a little problem.”, the thin guy explained,

dragged a redhaired girl into the bathroom and locked the door when all of them were in.

“Hiya Don…”, a quiet voice greeted and Don’s heart missed a beat, “Jane!”

“What’s the ma…”, he tried to say, but interrupted himself with a rattling cough.

“Roughly said: We’re on the run.

Jane’s parents found out about us, and now our house is surrounded with policemen.

Jane and I could only just escape through the window when we saw them coming.”

“Really?”, Donovan sniffed and rubbed his nose absently.

His eyes widened in shock and he was stunned for a few seconds.

Only a strong tickle in his nose made him realise that he was not dreaming.

“…And now?”, he managed to say before he his breath got shaky

and he brought up a hand to his nose to catch a set of hasty sneezes.

“Hisheeew, H’eshhh, ‘eshhouu”

“Eww..”, he moaned when he noticed that his hand was pretty wet and his nose dripping.

When he noticed a pair of big green eyes staring at him,

he blushed slightly and reached with an excusing smile for another bunch of toilet paper.

While he cleaned up the mess Gyp explained him the further strategy.

“I'm sure we don't have to leave the country, that's for sure.

But we should stay a while away from home, because they'll observe us.

You and me, we should return home, but first we must find a place for Jane to stay.

You know, the police's never friendly to beatniks.”

Suddenly they heard a knock on the door.

Paranoid Gyp turned around and gazed at the open window, ready to jump out of it, but Donovan soothed,

“They didn't see you coming in here, did they?” and Gyp relaxed a bit.

“A second please”, he called but a deep voice answered,

“I know that you're in there!”

A shiver ran down his spine and he made a gesture to Gyp, that he should be ready to run away with Jane.

Reluctantly he opened the door and a man in full police uniform stood in front of him,

he wanted to close the door fast, but the policeman hindered him.

“You won't get her, never, I...huh..I will...huh...H'eshhho”,

The fever took control over Donovan, he lost his balance and nearly fell onto the floor,

but the policeman caught him just in time.

“Don't worry lad! I won't take your little friend away.

I just have to give you a message.”, he explained and Donovan struggled out of clutch.

Totally gobsmacked he faced him when he continued,

“I know that the parents of this girl had abused her, and sent a search party to find her.

But your problem is solved. Mr. and Mrs. Entwiste died the day before of a overdose tranquillizer.”

The three of them just stared like hypnotized at the policeman.

There was a silence.

“Oh, and you inherit the house.”, he added, handed her a contract, turned around and left.

More silence.

“Please don't wake me, it's a beautiful dream...”, Jane murmured and grabbed Donovan's elbow.

Sheepishly he mumbled, “Darling, I'm the one with the feverish dreams, not you.”

“Heh'gnnxx”

“...What was that?”, Donovan wondered.

Jane and he turned around and found Gypsy slightly out of breath.

Grinning foolishly he offered a, “Typical happy end?” when they burst out in laughing.



Indeed it was a happy end.
Gyp, Jane and Don moved to the house Jane inherited.
Eventually they earned money with Don's music.

[obsessed]

Haha! I like the line, typical ending. Nicely done! :]

[Silent Sophie]

Linda, I finally read all the remaining chapters of this story, and I have to say to you it was an absolute cuteness! I wish I could hug Don and cuddle him all day long! Oh and you made him a little feverish, that's lovely, thank you!
Also, wonderful sneezes! I loved the echo in the bathroom.

[LovelyLinda]

Thank you so much
I'm glad that actually a few people like the story.
Yay, I'm a huge fan of the echo-part in the bathroom^^

Guess what,
I'll start a new story soon =)
But this time about a total new fandon.
About two brothers: Ray and Dave
Hatress is the only thing that keeps them together =P
Nearly...and the music of course.
I'll write a little part and post it,
maybe you're interested in.

I'll call it simply "Brothers" or something like that^^

[Raining Strawber...]

Linda, I finally read all the remaining chapters of this story, and I have to say to you it was an absolute cuteness! I wish I could hug Don and cuddle him all day long! Oh and you made him a little feverish, that's lovely, thank you!
Also, wonderful sneezes! I loved the echo in the bathroom.

I agree with everything! Gaaah, this was cute. and I'm so happy they're all okay in the end! (though still cutely sick..)

About two brothers: Ray and Dave

As in Ray and Dave Davies? From the Kinks??

[LovelyLinda]

Yup,
these two =)
I fell in love with them,
and I decided to write a little story about them.
And I'm inspired by a song (naah, nothing like their song "hayfever"),
I just watched the video and loved it.
Here's the link,
the story'll play at these time,
at 1977.
I think both Ray and Dave look adorable in this video,
and Dave's voice is just perfect

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzjoqpTqSR4

If anyone has suggestions, please tell me,
I just wrote a little beginning,
but there's no sneezing yet.
But I'm working on it,
I think Dave will be the lucky one, who has to suffer, hihi^^