Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2000 20:04:28 GMT
From: Irda Majere <jack_kea@hotmail.com>
Subject: Something Else, Part I

So here's my second attempt to write a story, and if I may say so myself,
this one is even better than the last one! (Ronan's Exploits-go check it
out!) There is far less sex in this one. Actually there is no sex at all in
this installment, but I promise there will be some in the future. Oh, and by
the way-this one is about Ronan too, of course...

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and does not imply that Ronan Keating from
the boyband Boyzone is gay. If you're not supposed to be here, go away. If
you're allowed to be here, enjoy!

Please send all comments, good or bad, to: jack_kea@hotmail.com

Something Else
16/1/2000
by Irda Majere


Part I

	"I can't stay here anymore," Ronan thought as he looked at his home
one last time. "I don't want to hurt them." Tears began welling up in his
eyes when he realized that he would probably never see his family
again. Toughening himself up, he quickly wiped away his tears before they
began to fall.
	"They wouldn't want me anyway, if they... if they knew." He sighed
shakily. "This is best for everyone," he convinced himself as he picked up
his rucksack, which was filled with clothes and a few other necessities and
walked off into the night.

	An hour later, Ronan was wandering around in
downtown Dublin, more afraid than he'd ever been in his life. He had no idea
where to go, and he was getting hungry.
 But he was determined that he was
not going back. He didn't feel like he belonged there anymore. Not after he
found out that he was a freak of nature, a pervert that no one would ever
want. The tears returned, and this time he couldn't hold back. Sitting down
in a dark, abandoned alley the frightened fifteen-year-old started crying
softly.  Not only from fear, but also from loneliness.
"They're better off
without me," he thought to himself and before he knew it, the exhausted
teenager drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Ronan was awakened by a
dog licking his face. He sat up and patted the animal. It was a quite large,
black dog with no collar but well kept fur. It had obviously been dumped by
its owner quite recently, or maybe it had run away, like him. It stood
there, waving its tail happily.
"Hey, fella," Ronan said sleepily. The dog
resumed licking his new friend's face, making Ronan laugh and gently push
him away. "Ok, ok, I'm up!"  He stood up, his aching bones complaining
loudly. Ronan now knew that sleeping in an ally, especially in a seated
position, was not a very good idea.
Luckily, his rucksack was still there.
He'd been afraid someone'd stolen it while he slept. He stepped out of the
ally and looked around. The sky was cloudy like it was going to rain, but it
wasn't too cold out. He set off in search for some food, and his canine
admirer followed closely. Not minding the company at all, Ronan decided to
name the dog Dimitri, 'cause he'd always wanted a dog called Dimitri, ever
since he'd seen the name in some book at school.
As he walked down the
familiar streets of him hometown, Ronan started feeling much better than he
had the night before. He felt free and independant. But he knew he had to
leave his beloved Dublin, there was too much danger of his parents finding
him here. Or the police. He knew his parents would eventually call the
police and declare their youngest child missing. But he wasn't too worried.
Kids who ran away from home were hardly ever found.
"But where should I go?"
he said to Dimitri as they ate a loaf of bread  they had purchased in a
bakery earlier that morning. They were sitting in a park, observing the
people who passed by. Ronan thought for a minute before he said: "I'd like
to go to London. You can probably blend in quite easily there, it's so big."
Then he discovered that he didn't have enough money to get there, he barely
had enough to buy food. Especially now he had a second mouth to feed. But
the boy didn't even consider getting rid of the dog. He desperately needed
the company.
He decided that he'd worry about money later and started
pondering where he could spend the night. Suddenly he noticed a bum sleeping
on a bench near by. He had covered himself with newspapers in attempt to
keep himself warm. "Of course!" Ronan exclaimed. "I'll sleep here in the
park. It must be more comfortable than the alley."
He spent the day just
wandering around the park and eventually  drifted out onto the busy streets.
Everyone seemed to be in a hurry and no one spared him a second glance.

'Why should they?' Ronan thought. 'I look like a normal teenager to them.'
He smiled grimly. 'Little do they know.'
Eventually, night came and everyone
went home and Ronan made his way to his new sleeping quarters: A bench in
the less-travelled part of the park where he could get a bit of peace and
where it was less likely he'd be noticed by thieves and cops.
After a
futile attempt to make himself comfortable, Ronan gave up. Even though he
was tired, he wasn't exhausted enough to fall asleep in these appalling
conditions.  He decided he'd read a bit to make himself tired. He always
nodded off when he read, at least if it were schoolbooks. He took out his
book and a little flashlight he'd brought and began reading.
He had been
reading for about twenty minutes when he was so tired he could hardly see
the words on the pages anymore. He put away his book, turned off his
flashlight and a second after he lay down he fell into a deep sleep and
dreamed...

"Oh, Ronan, we're so glad you're home!" his mother said for the
thousandth time and gave him yet another hug.
"I'm glad to be here, mom.
I'm sorry I ran away, I just- I thought you wouldn't want me anymore."
"Why
shouldn't we want you anymore, son?" his father said.
"Well, you see-" He
faltered. Ronan took a deep breath before letting it out. "I'm gay."
His
parents' faces dropped. Their smiles quickly faded.
"You freak!" his mother
yelled at him. "Get out of my house, you-you devil spawn! You're no son of
mine!"
Ronan started crying uncontrollably, pleading for his parents to
forgive him.
	"I'm sorry!" he sobbed, "I don't want to be like this! I'll
change, please! Just let me stay with you!"
	Then he was on the street
outside his house, crying and begging to be accepted, to be loved. But his
parents didn't listen. They told him he was worthless and that he would burn
in hell for his sins. At their words he fell down to his knees, accepting
the fact that they didn't want him anymore. Through his sobs Ronan could
hear his parents slam the door behind them.
	But he heard the door open
again. It was his brother, Gary. Ronan's face lightened up.
	"Gary! Please
tell them they're wrong! Please tell them I'm still their son!" But Gary
wasn't listening.
"You can take this with you!" he said menacingly. Then he
threw something at his brother, and the object hit him in the head.
Even
though it had hit him quite hard, he felt no pain. Ronan looked down at the
object. It was a framed picture, one he had always had on his bedside table.


Ronan woke up. He could feel tears running down his cheeks and he was
shaking in the cold night air. He reached for his bag and with shaking hands
searched for his flashlight and the cheap, silver frame he had had by his
bed and stared at for hours on end. When he found it, he turned on the
flashlight and gazed at the beautiful face he knew so well but had never
seen.
"George, " he sobbed. "I wish you were here. You would know the right
thing to do."
Still shaking, he reached down and kissed the picture. And as
he drifted off to sleep, he still had the photo of George Michael in his
grasp.

He was the first man Ronan had ever fancied. It was him who made
Ronan realise he was gay. He'd been a fan of the singer since he was a
child, but one day, a few months before he ran away, Ronan had seen George
in a way he'd never seen him before. It had been this picture that started
it. He had seen it in a magazine, and suddenly noticed how beautiful his
idol was, and soon found himself fantasizing about beeing with him. Ronan
wanted to touch him in a way he knew men shouldn't touch each other, and he
knew his thoughts were wrong. They were sinful.
But he couldn't help it, and
soon he began thinking about the singer when he touched himself, imagining
it was the older man who was pleasing him. With his mouth...
One day,
though, when he was in church with his family, he heard the vicar preaching
about the sins of the flesh. He said that sins of the flesh which occured
between two people of the same sex were the worst of all, that they were
wrong and unnatural. And even though he could hear murmurs of disagreement
from the congregation, Ronan believed every word.
"I'm unnatural," he
whispered softly to himself as he lay in his bed that same Sunday. "I will
burn in hell for eternity, and I deserve it."
Deciding he couldn't face his
family with this horrible secret, he decided he'd run away. The next
Wednesday he packed his little rucksack and set off into the night, without
even a note to his family, who were absoloutely devastated to find their
youngest son gone in the morning.

But as Ronan lay on the park bench, he
did not realise the pain and worry he was causing his family. He imagined
they had somehow found out he was gay before he left and were now glad he
was gone, because then they didn't have to throw him out.
Trying to forget
the awful nightmare, Ronan got up and went to get some food. And of course,
Dimitri was right on his heels.

It went on like that for a few days. Ronan
spent his days wandering around Dublin, and at night he lay on his bench,
trying to find a way to get to London and how he would get Dimitri there
with him. He had grown so fond of the dog, he couldn't bare the thought of
leaving him behind in Dublin.


So what do you think? I've already planned
lots to happen,
so if someone likes this, please tell me and I'll write
more!
E mail me at jack_kea@hotmail.com
Also check out my other, more sexual
Ronan story, Ronan's Exploits.
I'll be adding to that one soon!