Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2006 16:16:39 -0500
From: Ron <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Apple of Her Eye  Chapter 2

The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone is purely
coincidental. The story is intended for a mature audience. It may contain
profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave
and find something more suitable to read. The author maintains all rights
to the story. Please do not copy or use without written permission. Any
questions or comments may be made to Ron at ronyx@woh.rr.com.


Apple of Her Eye  Chapter 2


After I went to sleep, I had the strangest dream. Normally, I don't
remember my dreams, but tonight's I remember vividly. In fact, I woke up
in a sweat, shaking violently, clutching my legs to my chest.

In the dream, I was a kite and I was flying high above the ground. At
first it was really beautiful, looking at the clear blue sky above and
the green grass below. Then I noticed the string that was holding me up
and followed its path downward. There stood Shaun holding a stick with
the string wrapped around it. He kept letting out the line as I soared
higher and higher into the air. Then I saw that look in his eye, the one
I saw on his face when he realized I was gay. He looked up at me,
laughed, and then cut the cord loose. I jerked and then started tumbling
towards the ground. The last thing I remembered was looking down and
seeing Shaun rolling on the ground laughing hysterically.

I awoke before I hit the ground. I know I shouted out in my sleep, but I
guess I didn't awaken my mother. I sat there for a long time huddled in
my bed, clutching my legs. I knew what the dream meant. He hated me now
and he was letting go of our friendship. I thought I had cried so much
earlier, but the tears started flowing again. I loved my friendship with
Shaun, and I was mad at myself for ruining it. Why couldn't I have just
contained my feelings like I have for the past five years. I don't know
what I'm going to do now without my best friend.

I have never been the most popular guy in school. I knew a lot of people
and they liked me, but other than Shaun, I didn't have anyone to call a
close friend. Over the years I had built a wall around me with a large
moat. I guess I felt that if I didn't let anyone close, then I wouldn't
have to explain myself to them. If I kept them at arms length, they would
never discover my "secret."

Shaun was different though. I knew him before I realized in about the
seventh grade that I was gay. So I was able to adjust my life around
this. I grew comfortable building a lie around him. The only problem was
that the lie involved a truth. The truth was that I thought I was in love
with Shaun, but the wall and moat protected me. That was until tonight.
My lie was now out in the open and the walls had come falling down around
me. How would he react to me now? I knew things would never be the same.
I just hoped he didn't hate me. We had too much history together. I
needed him. I had no one else to turn to. I had no other close friends.
Shaun had become my other half over the years. How could I go on now
without him.

I guess I would find out soon. I looked at my clock and it read 3:47.
Ugh! Three hours before I had to get up and go to school. I knew that I
would never get back to sleep. So I decided to finish writing an
assignment I had been putting off for a week for my Advanced Literature
class. I sat down at my computer and turned it on. Up popped my desktop
background with a picture of me and Shaun. It was a picture of us taken
last year at Shaun's 16th birthday party. I had just given him a
bracelet that said "Friends 4ever." He had grabbed me and given me a
big hug just as his mother snapped the picture. I asked her for a copy
and then downloaded it onto my desktop. I would smile every time my
computer came on and I saw that huge smile on his face as he wrapped his
arms around me. This time however, it made me sad. I knew I would never
see that smile on his face for me again.

I went to the control panel and found my desktop backgrounds and removed
the picture and instead replaced it with a blank background. Now I
wouldn't have to look at a reminder of how things used to be. The blank
background now symbolized the emptiness I was feeling. I just didn't
like feeling this way.

I worked for two hours on my writing assignment before I developed a
writer's block and realized it would do no more good to continue
writing. At least it had taken my mind off my problems for a while. I had
been so engrossed in my assignment that I had completely forgotten about
Shaun. But like all bad problems, it surfaced again once the temporary
distraction was gone.

It was just after 7:00. I didn't have to be at school until 8:15. I had
an hour to shower, dress and join my mother for breakfast before heading
out for the 10 minute walk to school. I undressed and looked at myself in
the mirror. I stared at my face for a long time. I guess I was trying to
find my soul. But all I saw looking back was my short dark hair, brown
eyes and thin body. I'm not a bad looking kid. My mother tells me I'm
handsome, but mother's always say that to their sons. The girls at
school tell me I'm cute, and giggle sometimes when I walk by.

Last year, Sarah Mitchell asked me if I like anyone. When I told her no,
she said, "That's good." Later her friends told me she liked me and
wanted to go steady with me. She had pulled one of the oldest tricks in
the book. She took away my ability of telling her I couldn't go out with
her because I liked someone else. Now I had no excuse. So for several
months we dated, until she realized I was never going to make out with
her and kiss her. I told her I thought we were too young to be involved
and should wait a while longer. We slowly drifted apart and she started
dating someone else. She was always sitting on his lap and kissing him.
Ugh. Ask me if I care.

I jumped in the shower and felt the hot water hitting my tired body. It
felt good running down my back and over my legs. Normally I would take
care of business (if you know what I mean) but the events of the last
twelve hours didn't exactly make me want to feel anything sexual. In
fact, the thought of a life of celibacy was beginning to sound pretty
good to me right now. At least that would provide safety and I could
never get hurt. Just turn my feelings off. Don't let anyone in, and
don't show any emotion. The only thing is, that is how I had been living
my life for so long. For one minute I let down my defenses and now look
where I am.

I dried off, brushed my short hair and put on my favorite clothes. I
loved looking good. My mother provided me with a generous allowance, and
I spent most of it on clothing. I figured if I looked good, I'd feel
good. Only this morning it wasn't working.

I went downstairs and joined my mother in the kitchen. She was cooking
eggs and sausage in the skillet. It sure smelled good. Before that I had
not even thought of eating, but after getting a whiff of what was on the
stove, my stomach began to growl.

"Sounds like someone's hungry," she said with a smile. "Did you sleep
alright, Honey? I thought I heard you yell in your sleep this morning. I
came to your door to see if you were alright and I heard you typing on
your computer. Is anything wrong?"

"No, Mom. Everything's cool. I just couldn't sleep and woke up early.
I needed to finish Mrs. Thompson's writing assignment, so I was working
on it." At least I didn't have to lie. It was the truth. I just didn't
tell her why I couldn't sleep.

"I'm worried about you, Gary. I know something's bothering you. I'm
not a stupid women. Remember, I'm around young people your age all day
long. I can tell when something is wrong. You know I have never been one
to pressure you, but I don't want to see you hurting. If you won't
speak to me, then talk to someone. You hold too much in. You know you
have to trust someone someday. Perhaps you can talk to Shaun about what
is bothering you. He's your best friend. Maybe you can trust him."

"What do you think you know about me!" I screamed at my mother. I had
never raised my voice before to her, but I found myself losing control.
Talk to Shaun. He was my problem. How could she possibly think I could
talk to him. Besides, he'd probably never speak to me again.

"You're right, you have never pressured me before," I said again
raising my voice. "Let's keep it that way. I don't need to talk to you
or anyone else, so just get off my back, OK?"

I knew I'd crossed a line that had never been crossed before. The look
on her face let me know that. She didn't seem mad, she seemed sad. I
wish she would get angry and yell back. No, she had to let those damn
tears appear in her eyes. I knew I had done the one thing I didn't want
to do, disappoint her.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. Then I pushed myself away from the table,
grabbed my book bag and ran out the door. I guess that's something I`m
getting good at, running away from those I care about the most. How did
my life get so complicated? I wiped the tears away from my eyes as I
walked down the street towards the school. I knew that sometime today I
would have to face Shaun. What would I say to him? What would he say to
me?



This is my first attempt at writing fiction. I hope you enjoy it. If you
would like, send positive feedback and comments to ronyx@woh.rr.com.