Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2004 13:43:52 +0530
From: Kam <kamguy@alexandria.cc>
Subject: The Boy 9

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NOTE:: Hey everyone! Here is the much awaited chapter 9. I hope it doesn't
let you down, since I've been promoting it all that much. Anyways...for
those of you who have short memory span I suggest you read Ch 5 again
before finishing this one, you might need it at the end.

Chapter 9

I woke up the next morning, all the candles had burned out. Marc was gone
again so I took a shower and decided to get ready for school. We sat down
for breakfast again, together. We both looked at each other, occasionally
smiling. Nothing was said between us, yet we communicated so many
feelings. I got up and started to leave when he pulled me back and kissed
me passionately. I told him to cut it out I didn't want to reach school
with a woody. I asked him what he was going to do after I left.

"Well, I have to clean out all the wax that the candles left, I didn't
realize it was all gonna be so messy but it was worth it. Then welcome your
parents back and tell them about how you've been such an angel and didn't
bother me a bit and a bunch of other lies."

"Prick!"

"And a very good-looking one at that."

I left for school still thinking about last night, then again, who could
forget? The classes were fine, except mathematics. I never could get maths
straight. I also got posed with the, oh so cliché, "What's that bandage on
your head for?" question by many students, I don't know if they cared or
were just curious but it didn't bother me.

The friends I made on the first day Kevin and Alex also got pretty
curious. I didn't know who they were until they told me (I wasn't exactly
paying attention the first time I saw them) I just told them I had
selective amnesia (if it exists) because of the accident, amazingly they
bought it. Had to admit though, Kevin was too cute to not remember. I grew
pretty close to them in just that one day. I 'believe' they liked me too.

After school we all started walking home together. I didn't see him till he
patted on my shoulder when I realized Marc was standing right behind me for
quite some time while I was talking to Kevin. He had a weird look on his
face; he told me he had volunteered to pick me up after school for my
parents. I said goodbye to my new friends and followed Marc to his car. We
both got in and Marc drove away. We didn't talk for a few seconds when...

"So who is he?"  "Who's who?"  "That kid you were talking to back there,
the one who you ignored me for."  "I didn't ignore you, I just...didn't see
you. Kevin had just said the funniest thing."  "Kevin huh? Man, the way he
was touching you, you'd think he was trying to climb you."  "Wh-What?" I
tried laughing, "What are you talking about?"  "Nothing...just
wondering. Maybe he was trying to come on to you?"  "Why would he do that?
He's already dating the most popular girl in school."  "Oh!" He sounded
somewhere between embarrassed and excited.  "What's going on in that
demented brain of yours. One day you're making up surprises and..." I
stopped when it finally struck me, "Oh God, you're jealous."  "I'm not
jealous...why would I be jealous of that blonde bim..."  "See there it is
again, you are SO totally jealous."  "Ian, I'm not jealous, why would I be
jeal...come on, I'm not...fine, maybe slightly...just a little, but I'm
not... All right I'm jealous. Now stop looking at me like that."  "Oh my
god, Marc, the angelic good-guy neighborhood beefcake is jealous...of a
teenager." I said teasing him "Can it! What? Don't tell me you weren't
jealous when you saw my brother that 'fateful' day" Ok I had to admit he
totally hit a bulls-eye there.  "Umm, maybe I was a tad jealous. Give me a
break, I was a confused heartbroken teen."  "Yeah right!" he paused and
then suddenly dropped his voice, "I'm sorry, about the whole...Kevin
thing."  "It's perfectly fine. I would've done the same...well actually
worse."  "Worse?"  "Well, umm, at one point I was thinking...your brother
crucified with an anvil tied to his balls."  "Ye-Ouch! And you call me
demented?"  "Uh, I'm not demented, I just happen to have an active
imagination. And don't worry about Kevin he can't hold a candle to
you. Well, not a very big one anyway."

The fact that Marc was actually jealous of Kevin was too overwhelming, I
mean, he cares...he actually cares. Not that I doubted him of course, but
wow. Marc told me he was going to take me to the movies that day. This was
turning out to be one of the best days of my life. I got home and asked my
mom for permission and she said only if I completed my homework before
leaving.

I quickly got my books out and did the sums and reports I was supposed to
do and got ready to leave in the evening. My mom made a comment saying that
I was anxious as if I was going on a date, if only she knew how right she
was. Marc came over to pick me up in the evening; I could see he was as
anxious as I was. And don't even get me started on the way he looked. I
hoped my mom didn't notice it, though that was like not noticing a whale on
the roof of a cab (bad example I know)

I didn't know what movie he was taking me and quite frankly I didn't
care. But just for the info it was Matrix Reloaded. The movie was great
actually more than great; it was amazing (I swear I've not been paid to say
that) After the movie we headed for a pizzeria. I swear the moment he
entered the place heads were spinning.

I can't count the number of people in there who would've killed to be in my
seat at that moment, women AND men. The furtive glances, women accidentally
dropping their stuff in front of our table, waitresses fighting over who
was gonna serve us or rather him...made me think if I was actually worth
him. Someone up there really loved me, I stared across the table to see
that someone sitting right there.

We kept on talking for quite some time. When I noticed some guy who was
probably in his early twenties gaping at us, well, more Marc than me. His
expressions told me for some reason he was shocked, though shock would be
euphemistically speaking. Another secret admirer of Marc I thought, though
oddly the guy seemed familiar.

I told Marc that there was another fan waiting for him at the other
table. Marc laughed and looked across at the guy and suddenly his laughter
turned to utter confusion and shock. They stared at each other for way
longer than a couple of minutes. Remember, I said that this day is turning
out to be one of my best days. Well, all hell certainly broke loose when
they finally spoke.

"Marc! Is that you?"

"Michael?"

The best day of my life has officially become a living nightmare.
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Hi again,

Did you like it? I hope I don't have to remind you who Michael is.
Anyways... love your mails so far, not one hate-mail, wow. It's just
reached over 70. A reader told me that 1 in every 1000 replies and another
said that 1 in every 200 replies. So even going with the smaller number I
should have a reader base of lets see (damn maths) 14,000 readers, Nice!
(Thanks John. S and James G.)

Ok, two more chapters more. Can't believe things have been moving so fast,
at least for me. I guess nifty not only gave me a platform to showcase my
work and present my feelings, but also to make great friends. I think you
guys know who you are.

Thank you all once again.

Kam.   kamguy@alexandria.cc