Date: Sun, 27 Jul 2008 00:42:31 +1000
From: Kangen <sakurakangen@gmail.com>
Subject: Finding You Chapter 3 of Many (/gay/highschool)

Hi Everyone!

Haven't seemed to attract any new fans yet, but thanks to Jon and Toddler
for their enthusiasm. Also to Bobby for kind words, and Robert for a
confusing but I think complementary message.

Slight correction: Last chapter I said it was a JAL flight. In order for
this story to work, it needs to be a western airline, so I changed it to
QANTAS. Please alter this in your mind.

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And now, without further adieu.....


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FINDING YOU: CHAPTER THREE - Please take your seats
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Planes can be very annoying. Particularly when you're stuck on a
last-minute allocated aisle seat near the restrooms. For some reason
everyone has a habit of pulling themselves along like apes when they move
down the aisle, bumping your seat whenever anyone walks past. Economy class
is hell, but aisle economy is a fate worse than death.

People on planes are really annoying. They are invariably fat, or loud, or
sick or jittery. Plus they think that it is perfectly alright for them to
get on the plane with all their hand luggage, put it in to the overhead
compartment, sit down, wait till after take off, and then immediately get
out again and take stuff out - inconveniencing you as much as they can in
the process. They take things you can easily carry with you, like a book -
honestly, is it that hard to take the book with you?

Our flight ended up leaving at half past ten at night, so I was hoping to
get some sleep. There wasn't too much of a time difference between Japan
and Sydney so I was hoping that I wouldn't be too badly affected by jet
lag.

Economy class ruined that hope for me. Chris, however, was fortunate. He
got a window seat five rows ahead of me.

When dinner came round the sullen oaf next to me decided to get some hot
beef lasagne. I got a little sandwich, but the overpowering (and
disgusting) smell of the plane food next to me made it impossible for me to
stomach anything.

I was honestly thinking at that time that plane food was the food the
hospital rejected. If you think hospital food is bad, plane food is much,
much worse.

Plus you get to enjoy the sights and odors of your neighbors, while crammed
into a tiny seat that may well give you deadly blood clots.

After dinner everyone had calmed down a bit, and I was only occasionally
unceremoniously jolted out of my half doze by someone aping their way down
the aisle. I was just about to get to sleep when I was interrupted again.

  "Hiya.."

  "Uh.. what? fuck off.." I mumbled, my eyes still closed.

  "Hey, Will! It's me, Chris."

  "What? Oh, right. Hi. Sorry." I opened my eyes and sat up, "What's up?"

  "Sorry you had to put up with this seat. I have a plan. See that flight
attendant over there?"

   "Yeah.. what about him?"

   "That's it. He's a 'he'!" Chris winked.

   "So?"

   "So... he's probably.. you know.."

   "Gay?"

   "Yeah!"

   "Dude, it doesn't work like that." I groaned, and tried to go back to
sleep.

   "I swear, this will work. Just stay awake and go along with what I do."

   I shifted up in my little seat, "Ugh.. alright. He's coming now."

   The male flight attendant began walking towards us. As he approached, I
could hear him saying, "Uh, excuse me sir, you'll have to return to your
seat.. uh..", and immediately Chris kissed me.

   Yeah, he kissed me. Not like a peck, but a full, passionate, kiss. I
think he tried to put some tongue into it, but I certainly wasn't going to
co-operate that far. For a charade, he was certainly getting into it. I
suppose he did do well in drama classes.

   Eventually I prized him off me. The male flight attendant was still
watch- ing.

   "Aww, that's so sweet. Reminds me of when I met my Andy.." he said.

   Holy crap. No shit. Other fecal-related expressions of amazement. The
flight attendant actually *was* gay. At that moment I could've kissed
Chris..  well..  I guess I already did, heh.

   "Yeah?" Chris said, "This is like, our unofficial honeymoon." He put his
arm around me. This felt really weird, but I was willing to go along with
it if it meant getting out of this God-forsaken seat.

   The flight attendant cleared his throat. "Ahem, yes, well, I'm actually
here to tell you to return to your seats.. cos we're going to hit some
turbulence."

   "Oh, okay." Chris did a really good disappointment look. I tried to
emulate.

   "Okay, uh.. love," I said, feeling uncomfortable, "I'll see you when we
get to Japan..." I did my best to look depressed. Not too difficult.

   "Bye, sweetie, see you.."

   I inwardly cringed. Chris used *his* name for me. Oh well.. there's know
way he could have known.


   I suppose we were convincing enough, because the flight attendant looked
around to the guy who was sitting next to me (sound asleep - and snoring),
then whispered to us, "come up to business class, they have two free
seats."

   Chris began to show signs of bursting into a grin, but I elbowed him
before he got a chance.

   "Oh, thank you so much!" I pretended to be ecstatic (well, not really
pre- tending) and I hugged the flight attendant, kissing him on the
cheek. People began to look at us.

   "Sssh! Lets go before we attract too much attention. I'm breaking the
rules here.." said the attendant.

   When we moved forward into business class, the flight attendant coughed
and said, intentionally conspicuously, "You have our apologies for the mix
up, sirs.  Here are your correct seats."

   Chris responded in an imperious British accent, "Hmm. Yes. These will
suffice. Quite adequate. Thank you, Jeeves." I had to stop myself from
bursting out laughing.

   In business class, you get a pillow and a blanket. And a comfy seat with
plenty of space. Plus the aisles are nice and wide so people don't monkey
their way down to the restrooms. I still had an aisle seat, but it was much
more tolerable.

   When the flight attendant had left (after we thanked him profusely).  I
lent over and kissed Chris on the cheek. That was twice today. Sometimes I
just get in a kissy mood I guess. Chris turned red.

   "Dude, I don't swing that way, you know that."

   "Sure you don't. Just like you don't look at Kurt whenever you can catch
a discreet glimpse while changing for PE class." He turned a much brighter
red.

   "Dude, I appreciate hot, regardless of gender, but I'm still a ladies
man!"

   "No ladies man would have kissed another guy like you did before."

   The conversation fell silent. Chris just looked ahead and didn't say
any- thing. I figured I might have offended him.

   "Hey, Chris," I said, "I'm sorry if I overstepped the mark before. Let's
just drop it alright?"

   He smiled. Good sign. He spoke! Even better sign.

   "Sure, no worries. So.. how long have you been planning to do this
trip?"

   "What? How did you know I was planning it?" I was genuinely surprised.

   "Well, you went straight from my house to the airport. Not many people
just keep their passport in their bag just for a rainy day."

   Wow. He was observant.

   "Ach. You got me.." I sighed. "I guess I'd been thinking about it for a
while, so I made a few preparations. I never thought I'd actually go and do
it.. I guess what you said to me triggered a reaction."

   "Bloody hell, you can say that again. That's one hell of a reaction. Now
you're dragging me all the way to Toudai."

   I hit him with my pillow. "Hey! Toudai was your idea!"

   He hit me back. "Whatever, go to sleep, we'll need it."

   He turned around and made himself comfortable. He was facing away from
me.  I could tell that he went to sleep quickly, because I saw his
breathing even and slow almost immediately afterward. I pulled up my
blanket and tried to get some shut-eye myself, but I was still feeling too
hyped up from the day's excitement, so I went back to my hand luggage (back
in economy class) and grabbed my book - an old, worn copy of Neverness by
David Zindell. I was into philosophical sci-fi at the time.

   Back in my comfy seat, I had been reading the book for about an hour
when I saw Chris begin to whimper in his sleep. He was sweating and it was
obvious he was having a nightmare.

   I leant over and put my arms around him. He would probably have
objected, were he awake.

   "Sssh.. It's okay, it's okay.." I whispered to him, gently rocking him
back and forth. It didn't take him long to calm down and settle back into
sleep.

   I think I must have fallen asleep like that, too, because the next thing
I remember was Chris hauling me off of him while flying over what looked
like Kyushu early in the morning.

   "Good Morning passengers, we are just flying over the south of Honshuu
and will be arriving at Narita, Tokyo in about an hour. The time is
currently 7 AM. The skies are clear and it looks like we'll be in for a
smooth landing."

   Well, it wasn't Kyushu, but it was early in the morning.

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   Callum didn't understand. He didn't understand why his brother had to
turn out gay. Why his Mum had to react badly to it. Why love has such a
ridiculous effect on people. Why the fuck would Chris just pack his bags
and run off? He didn't even know where.

   Callum may have been wise for a child of 13 years, but he was still a 13
year old kid. What did he know about love? Why, then, must he endure all
this bullshit associated with it?

   Callum sat on the floor in his spartan room and pondered these things,
idly playing with a marble in his hands before releasing it, sending it
rolling away to his right.  He didn't really watch where it went.


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All for Chapter 3. I have Chapter 4 already mostly complete. I will email
it as soon as this chapter is published.

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