Date: Mon, 3 Sep 2007 00:54:00 -0500
From: Gabe Rapeyls <g.rapeyls@gmail.com>
Subject: Unknown Chapter 3

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Unknown

Chapter 3

When I got home, I had a new pair of glasses proudly worn on my face. Since
I frew to be pretty attached to my old glasses, I decided to put it in the
new case that came with the glasses I bought. I decided that I would put
the poor thing somewhere safe. When i got home from the mall, I saw my
mom's car parked in the driveway, and as usual, her parking was
horrible. She was practically blocking the two-car driveway... So, I parked
in front of the house.

"Hi everybody. I'm home," I yelled when I got in the house.

My mom was on the couch, still in her scrubs, watching some game show.

She looked up at me and unsurprisingly said "Hey Jeffy. I like those new
glasses. You look even more handsome."

"Thanks mom. I guess I got my looks from you- only you," I said loudly
before I kissed my mom on the cheek.

My dad, in the kitchen, yelled "I heard that, kid. You might have gotten
your looks from your mom, but you got your brains from me."

"That coming from a construction worker..." my mom mumbled.

"BUILDING CONTRACTOR!" my dad shrieked, his pride hurt.

"I know honey, I know." my mom cooed.

I shook my head and decided to get something to eat, before I did my
homework. I walked in the kitchen and I saw my dad whacking away at
something with a big-ass knife. I avoided him and got some left-overs out
of the fridge. I heated it and enjoyed the simple meal while watching my
dad getting getting tired from whacking away with the knife.

"Kid, Jeffrey, make me proud okay? Don't do anything stupid like drugs,
smoking, excess drinking. We love you and who you are. Okay. I got that
out. I'll be going to the sofa now," my dad quickly said.

The moment I heard that, I realized why he was whacking away with the
knife. My mom put him up to this. One of her father-son bonding things. I
smiled and applauded my dad's bravery.

I finished up and went in my room to do my homework. I was reading
something about physics, but it was to complicated to understand so I got
bored and a bit drowsy. My thoughts began drifting toward that guy I met at
the bookstore. I wondered about his assertiveness and the weird stuff he
did. But the what I couldn't forget about Danny was his eyes. They were
just so unforgettable- those eyes, those eyes of blue- deepest blue-
reflecting light ever so lightly, creating an illusionary effect which was
just captivating and hypnotic. One could jsut drown in their depths. I wish
I could have seen him better... I was getting excited about meeting him
again tomorrow at school.

My thoughts began to digress to more exotic things. I began imagining
lightly running my fingers over his soft face, feeling the texture of his
skin, it's perfect complexion. My hand then began to run through his blonde
hair, imaginning its silkiness and smoothness. All the while, I was still
gazing at those eyes, which seemed to pull me in closer to him. I began to
smell his faint scent, so faint, but somehow so intense that it was
intoxicating. I was pulled in closer to him, my hand now behind his head. I
could feel the heat radiating from his body, the electrical currents
between us. His lips began to part invitingly. I was shaking in
anticipation, anxiety, desire, excitement, fear, guilt, lust. Our lips were
millimeters apart- I could feel the warm, moist breath on me. Our lips-

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JEFFY!"

I shot up and I started to get dizzy.

"You've been sleeping all this time?!" my mom interrogated.

"Huh?" was all I could say.

"We've been calling for you for half an hour now. It's already 7, and it's
way past time for dinner," my mom said a little more calmly now.

"Oh. I'll... be out," I said in a slurred speech.

"Hurry up," was all she said when she turned to go out.

I stood up from the floor. Yes, the floor. I usually do my homework lying
on my stomach. It's more comfortable for me. I went out to the kitchen and
my parent's were already almost finished with their plates. I sat down and
began to eat the roasted chicken that was the plate in front of me. I was
still recovering from the nap... and the dream...

"So, honey. You wanna sleep with me tonight?" my mom asked my dad.

"No, thanks, but I'll pass. You know we can't sleep with each other's
snoring." my dad replied nonchalantly.

"Oh, I see how it is. So you don't like to sleep with me anymore?! Fine. I
guess I'll just have to look for somebody else who wants to sleep with me."
mother said coldly.

"WHAT!? You're kidding!" my dad said with incredulous face.

I chuckled at them. They always did this. I had a playful family, and I
considered myself lucky because of that. I wanted somebody I could do that
with...

Guilt swept upon me unmercifully. Somebody whom I could spend my life
with... I shifted in my seat and quietly ate my food. My parents were
talking about something and didn't notice my sudden change in deportment.

"Jeffy. Did you manage to do any homework while asleep?" my mom asked
softly, smapping me out of my mini-depression.

"Huh?" I blurted.

"Is everything okay Jeffrey?" my dad asked concernedly.

"Yeah. I... just had some food stuck in my throat," I lied. I picked up my
glass of juice and drank some to look more convincing.

"Okay then. Oh, you're going to have to ride the bus to school
tomorrow. Your dad and I are have to go into the city." my mom told me.

"Why?"

"Weren't you listening? We have to talk to our lawyer about that woman who
hit us from behind last month."

"Oh, right. Okay. No problem... but could't I just use your car? Or dad's?"

"No. I'll be leaving extra early for the office, so your dad and I will
just meet up at Attorney Stepps' at 7 AM." my mom replied.

"Okay. How will I get home?"

"Bus, since I'm going to work late, I have to leave late. Sorry," my dad
said.

I sighed but nodded in agreement. Great. The bus. It made like a million
stops on the way to school.

We finished our dinner and I went in my room to take a shower. I stripped
all my clothes off and stepped into the stream of warm water. I quickly
finished up since I still had to do my homework.

By 10:00 I was finished with my homework. I was exhausted from the
thinking. I flopped on the bed and tried to sleep. After a while, Danny
cropped up in my otherwise blank mind. My eyes snapped open. This could not
happen. I already felt guilty about subconsciously dreaming about him... I
uselessly shook my head to try to get the thoughts out of my head.

"I'm seriously screwed up!" I yelled inside my head, "Why the hell is this
happening to me?! Is this some kind of punishment, God?!"

I was frustrated. Here we go again. Another freaking stupid night of
confusion, guilt, and anger. Why couldn't I just sleep normally, like every
one else?

One answer blinked in my head as I fell into an uncomfortable sleep:
Because I'm different.



I woke up the next morning to my cell phone's alarm going off. I moaned and
looked at the time. It was only 6:00 and I wanted to sleep more, but the
bus was coming at 6:20. I literally rolled off my bed and half-crawled my
way to the bathroom. I pulled myself up to the counter and did my daily
routine of dunking my head in cold water to wake me up. I brushed my teeth,
my eyes half open. I finished doing my thing and walked into my closet and
grabbed some things off the shelves, not knowing what they were.

By the time I was in the kitchen pouring myself some milk and eating a
cereal bar at the same time, it was already 6:15. I chugged the milk down
and chomped on the cereal bar. I grabbed my backpack and ran out the door
to the corner of the street to wait for the bus.

The day was humid and foggy. I could feel the moisture clinging to my skin
and suffocating my. The sky was gray and dull, a light fog hovering over
the ground. I heard the yellow bus approaching. It stopped where I was and
I got in. There were only one or two people in the bus, and they were
asleep. I walked down to the end of the bus and sat down, ready to conform
by sleeping like the others. I actually managed to drift off to a light
sleep.

I was woken up by something lightly rubbing against my cheek. I tried
hitting whatever it was, but was unsuccessful.

"Hey... stop..." I mumbled sleepily.

"Hey sleepy head. How's my Jeff doing?"

I slowly opened my eyes to see the familiar blue eyes and seductive smile
that were Danny's. It was his hand that was actually caressing my face...

***

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