Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 05:14:27 EDT
From: WhtWindWIf@aol.com
Subject: Relationships & Memories (Part 6)

RELATIONSHIPS & MEMORIES (Part 6)

	Oy vay, part 6 already?  Time flies when you're writing stories for
an erotic story archive.

	Ok, the legal stuff you're all used to by now.  If you are under 21
(or irresponsible), offended by LOVE between males (or offended by the
movie Gremlins 2), or reading this material is not legal in your area
(sorry Amish kids) then pack your bags and head for the hills (or out of
Pennsylvania).  So now that all of the riffraff have left, let's begin
where we left off.

	"Good coffee?" I asked trying to break the silence. It was still
afternoon, and the coffee shop inside the bookstore wasn't all that
quiet. Marcus looked up while sipping from the mug.  He smiled as he put it
down.
	"Yeah, it's great." He pointed at my mug, "How's your hot
chocolate?" I laughed silently. "Good, good."  I never liked coffee that
much.  I kept silent for a minute, even though I knew how much anticipation
and nervousness I felt during our silent moments.  But I loved to watch
Marcus, the way his hand slid around the mug and how gracefully he would
bring it to his lips and close his eyes slowly.  There was no hiding my
stares, and I could tell Marcus knew I was watching him.  He was wearing a
deep blue long sleeve shirt but the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.
I only had a small chance to see his Levi 501 jeans earlier.  Marcus looked
at me and we both remained quiet.
	"So what were you doing in the Physics building that late anyway?"
Marcus spoke as he crossed his legs.
	I looked off to my left recalling the memory. "Oh, yes.  I have a
late night astronomy class."  He nodded seeming slightly interested. "What
about you?  What were you doing in there so late?"
	"Research mainly.  I'm studying Atomic and Molecular Theorems."
	After a short silence trying to take that in, I managed to stumble
out, "Oh."  Marcus laughed.  I can't believe it: he's incredibly cute and
intelligent.  "So, aside from figuring out the mysteries of the universe,
what do you do for fun?"
	 Marcus sat back and thought for a moment, "I still have an
interest in video games, uh - from a purely technical point of view."  We
both laughed.  "And I occasionally go to parties on the weekends."
	"Really?"  Oh, please let there be a party this weekend.  Then,
somehow I'll weasel my way into it.
	"Actually there's a party this weekend, and I can bring a friend.
You want to come along?" Yes, there is a God!
	I remembered how eager I sounded last time, and thought I'd tone it
down a bit, "Sure.  I'll have to check my schedule, but I think I'm free."
	"That sounds great. It's Saturday beginning at four." Marcus
flashed another charming smile.  He glanced at his watch quickly, "Oh, I've
got to get going.  By the way it's on the second floor of the Jean Edwards
building.  Just head for the room where all the music's coming from."  He
put down his mug and got up.  "But I'll see you around campus, all right?"
	"Sure, see you around," I replied smiling, although wishing he
could stay a little longer.
	 Marcus waved as he headed out the door.  My dear Marcus felt close
enough to me to wave?  I smiled gleefully as I returned a wave.  "Oh
Marcus: I will have you!"

	I sat in my room staring at my wardrobe deciding on what to wear.
I have to look fashionable but not trying to look like one of those
factory-made GAP kids.  Eventually, I decided on a pair of my Levi jeans
and a nice denim shirt.  Now, we just have to sit and wait for tomorrow to
come and I can go to the party.  Did my life revolve around this party, is
this the most major thing in my life?  I'm developing an obsession with
Marcus, I realize that, but I can't help it. Of course, this party should
take my mind off Justin.  It would also take my mind off Kenneth.  I
couldn't quite place it, but there was something about Justin's lawyer that
was familiar.  There was just something about him.
	"Hey, how's it going?" Steven poked his head in my room. I looked
up and saw he was wearing just a pair of shorts.  Must he walk around
without a shirt on?  Gods, I love his tan.
	"Everything's fine - I guess." I can't remember the last time
Steven had asked me that question. "How are you?"
	Steven straightened his posture instead of poking his head in. "I'm
great. Beverly came by; she wanted to talk to you."
	"Bev?  She probably needs my homework from History.  I swear,
Steven, if it wasn't for me, she would be failing.  I don't know how she
aces those tests when she doesn't study."
	"Well, I've heard if you copy something down, like your homework
for example, you'll usually remember it later." Steven was trying to be the
fountain of knowledge today.  He's in his model roommate mode.
	I picked up my bag and began to walk out of my room.  As I walked
down the hallway, I felt a hand on my shoulder.
	"Jason . . . " Steven spoke in a very serious tone.  I looked to
him wondering what was going on.  Steven hesitated for a moment. "I'll see
you later."  I so desperately wanted to ask Steven what he wanted to say.
It was so obvious he's too afraid to tell me something that was personal. I
wish he could confide in me, but I know not to push Steven into telling me.
I've never done that to anyone and I wasn't about to start now.  Steven
walked to his room and closed the door, unaware I was still standing in the
hallway.

	I gently tapped on Beverly's door.  Usually, I never come over
here.  She's either at my place or on the phone.  The door opened and
Beverly welcomed me in. "Need the homework, right?" I said as I began to
unzip my bag. Beverly stopped me, "No. I heard about what happened.  You
know - with Justin and all."
	"Yeah." I couldn't say anything aside from acknowledging her
statement. She sat down and indicated for me to sit. "I'm always here if
you need a friend."
	I paused and thought for a moment, "Is that the only reason you
wanted me to come over here?"
	She smiled sheepishly, "Damn your perceptiveness!"  She closed her
eyes for a moment and they remained closed as she spoke, "Look, I'm sorry
about what I said last time I was over at your house. You know - about
staring at me."
	"Sorry about that, a lot on my mind. No need to worry about it." I
looked at Beverly and she had a concerned expression on her face.  "You're
avoiding it."
	"What?" she quickly switched her expression to give off a perplexed
look.
	"You want to tell me something, but you're afraid to."  As soon as
I spoke, I realized that Steven had acted the same way. Was something going
on that I didn't know about? Now was the time to get worried.
	Beverly inhaled softly. "Steven and I are worried about you." I was
about to object but Beverly spoke again. "You loved Justin, and then you
took off and tried a most ineffective method of dealing with it.  Now you
are just trying to forget everything and leaving us out of it.  You should
talk about it."
	"Look, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me."  I put my hand
on her shoulder.  "I thank you for the way you care about me, but I'll be
ok."
	The rest of the time I spent at Beverly's apartment went by in a
blur.  Most of the time we were both watching TV, neither of us speaking a
word.  It wasn't that I was afraid to speak or anything. It was just that I
had nothing to say. Nothing of importance. And in this way another day had
passed.

	I woke up quite quickly the next day when I realized it was the day
of the party.  I must have been very anxious about this event since I woke
up so early.  I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.  Instead
of going for the orange juice like I always do, I decided to grab a Sprite.
I opened the can and glanced at the clock. 7:23.  Steven was asleep,
nothing was on TV and I didn't have to go to work for a while.  I sat down
on the couch, and clicked through the channels, even though I knew there
was nothing to watch. Slowly, the can a Sprite was finished, and I had
settled on failed sitcom shows now in syndication and were only used to
fill up time slots.
	"Is my life this pathetic?" I questioned myself.  "Isn't there
anything that I can that is more constructive with my life?" Something
clicked in my head.  Thoughts in my short and long term memory clashed and
came up with a temporary solution to my boredom. Draw. But not just an
ordinary drawing. A drawing of my dear beloved Marcus. How this had not
occurred to me before I'll never know. I walked back into my room, dug
through my desk and dusted off my sketchpad. I hadn't used this in ages and
my drawing skills with a pencil were limited.
	One hour passed and I wasn't even half way through.  I was lying on
the floor and I seemed to be drawing each one of Marcus' hairs one at a
time.  I had finished those wonderful blue eyes and even his "octangle"
glasses.  (I made up my own word for his glasses.  They had eight sides but
two sides were, of course, longer than the other six.  So they were neither
quite octagonal, nor rectangular; hence octangle glasses.)  I made Marcus'
nose more pert than I remember, but I still loved his original nose.  For
me, lips are always difficult for me to draw, so I decided to hold off on
drawing them.
	"How long have you been up?" Steven spoke as he stood in the
doorway.
	I didn't look up and I looked at my artwork, "Don't you ever
knock?"
	"Door was open."
	"Fine. About an hour and half."
	"And you've been drawing this whole time?" Steven began to enter my
room. "And what are you drawing?" Steven stood over me and I tried to cover
the picture.  "Oh, I see. That's - who was it again - Marcus? Right?"  I
took my hand off the picture.
	"Yeah, yeah." There was no use in hiding the picture anymore.
	Steven picked up the sketchpad. "It's very good. I didn't know you
could draw."
	"I'm a man of many talents!" I said as I grinned and took the pad
away from Steven.
	Steven walked out of my room. "See you later."
	I went to work and it was uneventful as usual, but I just kept
thinking about Marcus and the party.  OK, I was fantasizing about Marcus
and not focusing too much on the party.  As there were no customers I
thought it was good idea to look at some books on drawing.  There wasn't a
good selection on how to draws faces, but I picked one out anyway.  Luckily
for me, I get a 15% discount.  Not that it dropped the price considerably,
but who's complaining?

	Holy jeez, coffee with Marcus and an invitation to a party!  What
more could a gay college student want?  (A Porsche! You never know.)  But a
party! And you know what goes on at parties? Cheese dip is served!  (Or
else nothing along those lines happens.)

Was that part 6?  That's all?  Yes, that's all I'm going to write for this
chapter.  It took this long to write 3 pages?  Yes.  But hey - it was a
good chapter, wasn't it?  Well, I don't know if it was good or not.  That's
your job: to tell me if you liked it or not.  That means you must actually
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