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Keeping The Peace	By : Lazvernius Category: Individual Celebrities > Cricket Views: 1323 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the people I am writing about in this fanfiction. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Okay, Standard disclamers, These people do not belong to me, they belong to themselves, then to the NZCC and overall to the ICC (who like to steal all thats good about the game of cricket, and sidestep their own screwups **coughcoughcoughkenyacoughcough**) In case we have some moronic people stumbling through Aff.net ill say this

THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY. THIS TOUR NEVER HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE. THERE IS SLASH IN THIS STORY. IF YOU DONT LIKE IT LEAVE NOW!!!!!

Right, and to the 99.99999999+ percent of non morons, please enjoy.

Keeping The Peace.
Lazvernius

Chapter I

Stephen kept the peace. Everybody knew it. He, by some power unknown to everybody else, could always tell where you were, what you were doing and who you were with. The way he kept the peace, was he never told anyone.
Stephen, like most captains, was a constant recipient of our gripes. We griped to him, he griped to Richard, and Richard looked quietly disappointed and said he would “look into it.” Nothing ever occurred. When Stephen received our gripes, he also gained our biggest secrets, often in the same breath. Stephen was our confidante. The osmosis that provided him with his players’ whereabouts at any given time also let him in on the way we were feeling. He always seemed to know when to ask, “what’s wrong?” and when we had good news he was grinning before we said anything.

As the new boy, I found the Black Caps most fantastical, but being the shortest and youngest, I was treated as something of the team pet, patted on the head constantly, an arm placed round my shoulders at training, picked up and hauled about more often than I liked. This was, to me, worse than mortifying. I had struggled for years to climb out of my fathers’ shadow, and this first mini-series was the opportunity to prove I was a man. I didn’t appreciate being treated like a child.
This frustration must have made Stephens spidey senses tingle, and he cornered me one evening.
“Brendon, you’re upset. What’s wrong?” his voice was deep and melodious; and his concerned tone made me, oddly enough, want to cry.
“Flem, well, I’m sick of being treated like a toy, sick of being picked up and pushed around. Why is everyone doing that?” I knew I was whining. I didn’t really care. Stephen looked somewhat sheepish, and shrugged his shoulders.
“Well, I guess we were trying to include you. We figured you would be feeling prettyt out out, so the guys tried to help you fit in. we do that sort of thing to Louie a lot, and to Macca and Nathe quite a bit too. I guess we all went a little over the top.” Stephen looked thoughtful. “You just know that were operating under the best of intentions, and ill try and sort something out, okay?”
I nodded, the “sorting out” sounded good, and I felt better knowing the team wasn’t intentionally trying to shame me. “Yeah, I understand.” I said. Stephen smiled, moved to punch me on the shoulder, thought better of it, and wandered off.
I’m not sure if anything changed except my attitude; but suddenly, it all fit. And the team rolled on.

Of course, all of this is just preamble. Stephens' ability, while surprising, is undoubtedly possessed by others in this world; all of whom are psychiatrists.
The real story began when I fell in love.
No, it wasn’t with some absurdly beautiful Aussie girl, who I had to fall in love with, then leave; tragically pleading my eternal love. That would be far too simple.
I fell in love – with my roommate.
Shane Bond was tall, handsome, athletic and the countries best bowler. In short, he was everything I was not.
Cupids’ arrow struck me out of the blue. At practice. Coach was all about fitness it seemed, and as something of a diversion, he told us to partner up, because piggybacks were the order of the day. Some pairs would be easily worked, Nathan Astle and Lou Vincent were about the same size as were Chris Cairns and Mathew Sinclair. However, Shane, was a foot taller than I was and I don’t know how much heavier. It just was not going to work.
Shane grinned down at me. “I think I better carry you, eh mate?”
I pretended to think about this. “Yeah” I drawled.
“Hop on then!” Shane bent down so I could clamber on to his back. I held on gingerly, unsure of where to put my hands - until he stood up and I had to cling on for dear life. Shifting me so he was more comfortable Shane looked around and asked “you okay?”
Then cupid let fly, and all I could see was his messy brown hair, and grey eyes, a corner of that charming smile. I fell suddenly, dizzily in love.
And it scared me shitless.
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