Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 08:13:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: lantise@yahoo.com
Subject: Dare You to Move part 1

Greetings, everyone. Here's my first attempt, hope
it's good.

Disclaimer:
-The story involves things of homosexual nature and is
a fiction, the names of the characters or places,
story and such are only in the author's mind and have
got nothing to do with things in reality, no matter
the similarity.

-If the content of the story is forbidden in your area
or you're under-aged, please don't proceed. Otherwise
happy reading!

-The story has nothing to do with the band
'Switchfoot' whatsoever


Dare You to Move
Eps. 1

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A raging tirade. My fault? Maybe, maybe not. A short
snap, some sharp words, and suddenly all hells broke
loose, putting every little detail in place for a
perfect, flawless speech of 'I love you's and 'my
sacrifice for you's. Give the door a sharp strike, and
you have your very own glorious exit. Add up another
'meaningful' (re)Enter Oedipus and a (supposedly)
sentimental line and wala! You're suddenly the World's
Woman of The Year giving your gratitude speech.

To be honest, I saw the words escaping your mouth and
heading straight, not at me, but to Nana standing
right beside you putting up another mimic whose
sincerity was questionable and way beyond my deepest
doubt (Well to put it short I believe neither of you
two generations mothers). Maybe I should've done you a
favor and let you save some energy on the POWERFUL,
mightily POWERFUL speech by giving Nana the exact
translation of it:

"Look at the daughter you've so badly treated, look
how DEVOTED she is to her family (Which is good) and
look at how she needs it to be recognized by all
(Which returns mankind to its innate flaw: hypocrisy
and the need --no, hunger [or STARVATION]-- for
praise)." And finally, "Look at how I am so very
better a mom than you have and could ever be!"

Well think again... nope, gotta change that, think
about what the people around you are going to say when
I finally make the decision to come out and tell the
world the very truth, the very people on whom you've
been imposing the all-sacrificing mother impression.
Think about what you're gonna say to them, whether
I've really lost it, stressed and depressed and
influenced, or maybe I'm actually the devil's son, or
someone's put a spell on your supposedly very loved
and perfect son, or face the truth that this is what I
really am and stop yourself from producing the thought
that I'm doing those horrible things out of spite
(although I do... sometimes). And please, for the love
of god PLEASE, stop blaming yourself and trying to
make yourself look like a martyr. Why? Because it'll
kinda ruin the whole plan of 'making you look bad'
thing I've been putting up since the first time I
breathed out of your tummy.

God!! I've been writing horrible things. I've still
got some faith left and I'm kinda positive that I
might get a ticket to hell for this. Hmph, as if the
life as a gay in the closet I've been living in hadn't
already given me that.

Believe me, dear patient reader (whoever you are so as
to end up opening this file), that I do understand how
you think of this piece as an expression of an inside
the closet, immature queer's bitterness. I've kinda
wake up everyday with it embracing me passionately and
we've reconciled about how it's going to affect my
attitude. Something in the way it had made me hurt
various people made me found it very... worth keeping.
(I LOVE it)

Well I'm just relieved that I'm gonna be leaving
REALLY soon, to my very own place, away from her grasp
and with my very life to deal with, and this time
without anyone else fussing about it for me.

July 13, 2002
R.G.,
Post a dollar worth cliche
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The screen flickered once more and the ever-colorful
Windows logos began to fly around making their own
ways towards the edges of the monitor. It was the
second time that the screen saver went on while I was
reading the pathetic rambling I'd typed two weeks ago,
and that time I just stared at it blankly, too busy
putting words together in my head for a futile comment
to relieve myself.

There I was, sitting with just my boxer on in my
apartment, hardly aware of the fact that it was
already 2 in the morning and that my roommate was
staring at me those last 5 minutes trying to perceive
just what in the world I was doing.

"You know if you stare at them just a couple of hours
more G, one of those Windows might actually break free
and you can finally make out with it in the 3-D world"

William was standing at the doorway holding a pillow
in his hand wearing his trademark grin, beaming at me.

"Yeah I know that, I was only planning to see what's
behind them when they're finally out you see, but now
that you've pointed it out..."

The pillow missed my head and it hit the keyboard,
sending my precious Windows logos away.

"Man!! Look at what you've done!! Now I have to wait
all over again!!!"

"Oww.. Now I feel like I have to go to the church and
make a confession... I sinned 'heavily' didn't I?
Parting you from your forbidden lover?" He was
starting to giggle now, I snorted.

"Yea, you sin more heavily that the RAIN does!!" I
snickered. He did too, and we ended up laughing. "You
know I'm glad you didn't take English as your major!
You're gonna be, like, the professor's favorite!" I
added after the laughing fit.

"Okay enough with the crap talk. What's up G? What
were you reading just now? What's this... 'Enter
Oedipus'? Hey!! I thought you major in the Medics, how
come you're reading Greek Shakespearean?" The snicker
again, but this time I didn't laugh.

"No, it's nothing, I was only checking out some old
files I hadn't opened for a while." I said as I
pressed Alt and F4.

"O--kay..?" His was a skeptical look.

"What?" I was getting a little tense.

"Wasn't it...?"

"Wasn't it what?" I cut him abruptly.

"PORN!? Are we hiding something here roomie?" He said
as he began to get enthusiastic and wrestled me to
re-open the file through the 'Documents' shortcut.

"What are you... Hell no! I'm not like you, sicko!"

"Then why the sudden secretive gesture, hey fellow
sicko?"

"HEY!!"

After a lot of pulling, pushing, nudging and tugging
and names calling I managed to take his mind of the
file at all and I laid there at the floor, succeeding
in taking him away from the computer by pretending to
lose - it's not like I had a chance in beating him
anyway, at least he left the file alone-. William was
panting while sitting on top of me, I obviously had
put up a better effort that night.

"Well some porn could really burst you up G, I had a
tough time there..." he smirked.

I nearly jumped. If he decided to open the file again,
I wouldn't be able to stop him with the effort I had
just given.

"But... I think I'm gonna head in this time. Maybe
I'll check it out some other time, eh? Don't let the
bed bug bite, G." He said as he patted my shoulder,
stood up, and headed to his own room. I couldn't make
out his face in the dim lighting of the room, but I
was pretty sure that he winked at me before he stood.

"and.... Good night to you too" I said in a hoarse
whisper.

William had always been like a big brother to me, one
that teases me A LOT. I bet he didn't actually care
whether I was really reading porn or no back then, he
only wanted to take my mind off whatever it was that
bothered me. Throughout the past 3 years that I had
known him in High School, he was both my senior and
close friend (which, by the way, if you sum it up,
almost equals a big brother), although he didn't know
about my sexuality (hey, only a girl in my class knew
and it was pure coincidence thanks to her so called
'gay-dar') and for all I know he was straight. He was
a year ahead of me, pretty popular from being
good-looking and easygoing, so I basically had to play
the 'good junior' stuff before we became closer, and
that was around the time he developed his nasty habit
of pulling my leg and making fun of me. Once we got to
know each other better, though, we were quite
inseparable.

Our school was one that required all of its attendants
to live on campus, and I was assigned in the same dorm
as he was, and being dorm mates, we had little problem
getting along. During the first year I had to live in
the first floor and was used to have nightly assault
by the people from the second floor, our seniors the
11 and 12 grads. The assault usually only included
pillows, although sometimes some seniors crossed the
line and hurt some of us real bad. I was one of the
unlucky fellows, and he happened to be the considerate
one who stopped the whole thing and noticed me
bleeding real badly. He practically lifted me and
rushed me to the infirmary alone while the others were
standing dumbfounded at what happened. That was when
we officially knew each other. We talked a bit after
the doctor had attended me (yes, each dorm had its own
doctor) and we discovered that we actually joined some
clubs together. I thought I'd seen him before, but it
never struck me that he was that hot spike in
volleyball club. Sure enough, the assault routine took
a lengthy pause after the incident but after 3 months
everyone seemed to have forgotten the whole deal. I
didn't mind anyway, it was quite fun with the sweat,
the rush, and the view (boys in shorts banging and
clinging at each other? Are you kidding me?).

We weren't that close in the first year, with our not
being in the same floor and my obligation to make
friends in my own year, but the next year was better,
what with the improvement in the assault strategy we
came up with that sent some juniors weeping and the
club activities and all, and when he finally went to
college in the same town, I followed him the next
year. I offered him to share the apartment my parents
had bought me and he accepted it and moved in from his
previous apartment just a week ago.

I laid for a few more minutes then, thinking how lucky
I was to have such a great guy as my room mate, then
finally decided to give myself a break and have some
sleep. Actually after that bout with Will back then, I
was surprised that I still had the power to stand up
and lay on my bed instead of just sleeping right there
on the hard wooden floor.

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The first thing I saw on my first day of college was a
pair of blue eyes looking intently at me from beneath
wavy brown hair whose ends tickled my nose. I sneezed
at my stalker and sent him sprawling to the floor.

"Remind me not to wake you up anymore G, I don't think
I like the idea that I have to wash my face twice in
the morning, not good for my complexion. Nah-ah."
William's face surfaced beside me.

"Complexion my butt... Next time try to wake me from
my feet instead, you might get your teeth put in place
and save some bucks on the orthodontist." I said as I
was rising up.

"Whatever, I don't have my dictionary with me okay,
I'm not laughing on that. Big day for you today, don't
wanna have you miss the orientation." He smacked me in
the head and left the room.

"Geez, sometimes I wonder if he's really dumb or
enjoys faking one." I mumbled to myself. To be honest,
William was one of the smartest people I'd known in my
life. Well he was mainly smart in logics and numbers
and I've gotta say he wasn't quite good at languages,
but 'orthodontist'? Man, my little sister won the
spelling competition for that word.

"Hey Will, d'you always wake people by tickling 'em
with your hair? No wonder Josh resigned as your room
mate back in high school." I asked him during the walk
to the university, the place was just 10 minutes away.
I was mainly wondering why he had his face so close to
mine that morning. Not that I didn't like it or
anything, you didn't just invite a gorgeous guy to be
your roommate while not expecting 'something' to
happen, though it'd be weird if something goes on
between the both of us, we'd been like brothers and
brothers don't date... or do they?

I stared at him intently. He didn't seem to notice and
just laughed loudly.

"Remember what your friend Dora said about one's true
beauty was reflected on his sleeping face? Well I
almost thought you fitted into that only seconds
before you sneezed at me, and I think Dora's theory
needs some revision. One is most beautiful when he
sneezes."

"Whatever..."

"Hey, you're a beautiful sleeper, really, but you're
not the cutest sneezer."

"Right. See if that applies to you too if you have
hair up your nostrils."

"Okay, so I was leaning too close. I was just curious
about that scar on your temple Nick gave you, I
thought you had two cuts, why only one scar?"

"'Cos... the other one's shy and doesn't like
sunlight?" I said, more like a question than an
answer. The truth was that the other scar was located
at my right butt, there was quite a long line going
down from my waist to my bottom, and I remembered how
embarrassed I was when the doctor attended my ass with
William's eyes looking at it the whole time. They were
really absorbed with the nasty cut that I was the only
one who was aware of my nakedness. (How Nick's pillow
hit me on that spot was beyond me, it wasn't like I
gave my butt up for him to spank.)

I laughed about it nervously and refused to say
anything else, but William seemed to still be curious,
until I guess finally he remembered and snorted a
quiet laugh. I was prepared for his comments but he
didn't give any, he instead slapped my butt and rushed
ahead in a slow run.

"Come on, you ass-boy you!!" He yelled at me from
behind his back.

Oh yeah, he remembered, that's for sure.

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We arrived at the campus two minutes later, and we
were like the first ones to arrive. Trust William to
come up with something like this, urge you not to be
late and be there even before the janitor does.

He showed me around the site and told me some
interesting things like where the Human Resources and
the Philosophy professors were caught making out, and
that among the ones that discovered them was the
Philosopher's own son.

By the time we had finished going around, the campus'
main entrance was fairly crowded with most of the
freshmen, some trying to mix, some too uptight and
nervous to even remove the tensed look on their faces.


"Ok good luck G, enjoy your first day!" With that
William left and started for a group of people
gathering in a corner, probably his friends.

I scanned the thousand faces I saw before me, trying
to find some faces I knew back from High School.

"Hey R.G.! Over here!" Sure enough, there were my old
friends sitting on a bench in the far end, already
feeling comfortable with the company they'd made.

"Ookay, so we're all finally here, could you believe
we're actually in the college now?!" A girl in the
middle of the group said, replied with 'yeah's,
approvals and groans from the rest.

"Yea just listen to her now. First day excited, but
once it gets tough she'll whine and curse the college
just like she did in the Highs." A guy mumbled beside
me. It was Grey, the one who called me earlier.

"Would you drop it? You and her are in the past, Grey,
at least she's moving on now..." Another girl beside
him replied.

"Dora's right man, and now that we're here, there's a
bunch of opportunities open for us, especially for
Miss Blondie here.." I added.

"Hmph! Whatever! The fact is, blonde or not, guys DIG
me. Hee hee. So I heard you're living with William
now, G? My my, talk about opportunities..." Dora's
reply, sent with a victorious smirk, hit the spot and
I was speechless.

"Oh yeah, I thought William's stride was weird when
you guys came, it was almost as if he had a sore butt
or something." Gray joined, and this time they started
to laugh loudly.

It was then that a senior took the wireless and
announced that the freshmen were to head for the main
hall, and the crowd started moving. I looked around
for William and was granted a 'good luck' wink from
him right before he turned and headed for the door.

TBC

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There, my first shot. Let me know if anyone's even
reading this, I'd love some feedbacks (Can I say "I'd
love to be fedback?" :p). Send comments, flames,
criticisms to lantise@yahoo.com.

THX!

Oh, and 'Dare You to Move' is a song by Switchfoot,
copyright Switchfoot and Sony Music.