Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2004 20:11:22 EST
From: Madasonaysha@aol.com
Subject: "Around My Way" Chapter 4-revised Gay/High School and Gay/Interracial

DISCLAIMER: This is a love story between two teens, one Black and one
Latino.  If that bothers you then don't read.  Although the towns and
Cities mentioned are real, the story is a complete work of fiction
(mostly......) This work is solely the work of the author and I hold the
copyright.

AUTHORS NOTE: I would like to thank all of you for the wonderful e-mails
you have all been sending and the "Thank You's" for the rewritten
chapters.  I didn't realize that so many of you were reading and
are appreciating the "cleaned up" versions.  I'm sorry to take so long
with posting chapter 6 but I recommend that you read these rewrites so
you can understand the newer chapters better later on.  A special thank
you goes out to Krismas and Shay for their proofreading.  Chapter 6 will
be posted once the first five chapter rewrites are posted.  Sorry for the
wait.  I normally use khaymanRice to edit but I have decided to send this
off as is so if you find one or two mistakes, don't blame him.  He will
be back in chaper 6 and you can read his very good story,"Whats Happenin
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"AROUND MY WAY" by Madason A.

CHAPTER FOUR: PARADES AND PARKS

The weeks flew by and the next thing I knew, I had been living in Newark
for almost two months.  My Aunt Mickey's job became permanent as I
suspected it would become so we would be staying there.  It was late
August and my friendship with Amanda grew stronger  as the days past.  We
were together almost everyday.  I never questioned her about her attitude
changes around her friends mainly because I could never find the right
time to bring it up.  I never forgot about that mystery boy and after two
months he was still on my mind.  I wanted to find out anything I could
about him but I didn't want to seem too eager.  The last thing that I
wanted was Amanda to ask me why I was so interested in him.  We were
having a horror movie of the eighties marathon when I found the courage
to ask her about him.  We were in the middle of laughing at the cheesy
special effects in "Prom Night", when I brought him up.

"So I've met all your friends". I asked, trying to make light
of the question.

"Yeah for the most part.  I'll introduce you to the rest when
school starts up. Why do you ask?  Are you nervous about not knowing
anybody?" She inquired.

"No, it's not that, I just wondered why I never met that Spanish
guy from the bodega."

"Huh? What guy are you talking about?"  She asked.  `Oh
god' this is going to be difficult I said to myself.

"You know, the first day that we met. The guy that I knocked down
that day.  You two seemed pretty close and I just wondered why I never
see you hanging with him."

"Oh that's Joey.  If I tell you something you CAN NOT repeat
it." Amanda whispered.  It was just her and I only in the house and I
didn't understand why she felt the need to talk so low.

"Okay but you don't have to whisper it's just the two of
us." My humor was lost on her and her seriousness remained.

"That's Joey.  I am not suppose to talk to him, so I don't
see much of him anymore." She stated with a dejected voice and a
downcast face.

"Why?" I asked.

"I grew up with him.  My dad and his dad were best friends and when
my dad died, Joey's dad kind of took over in looking after me.  Joey
was like a brother to me.  We were close and  told everything to each
other.  He was my best friend but when he turned twelve, he started
changing.  He joined up with some stupid gang and started acting like
this hard core gangster. I thought I knew him but now that I think about
it, I don't think I ever really did.  I hated the new person he was
becoming and we drifted apart.  When I was thirteen I met Nate.  Please
don't get mad that I never told you but Nate...is in a
gang... He's Westside.  Joey's Eastside.  The two gangs are
rivals and they hate each other.  Nate doesn't let me talk to anyone
who is from Eastside.  So if I want to talk to Joey I have to do it on
the low because if Nate found out that I was talking to and
Eastie...he just wouldn't like it and lets leave it at
that." Now things were starting to make sense.  This explained why
Joey and Amanda looked nervous while they were talking and the argument
between Nate and Joey that day.

"AMANDA! NATE'S IN A GANG!?" I yelled.  I knew that there was
something bad about Nate that I didn't like.

"Please don't be mad.  He wasn't always in it." She
cringed as she answered.

"I don't understand how you can date a guy like that.  He's
not right for you. You can do so much better. You are better that that
Amanda."

"Nate use to be this sweet and nice guy.  He use to be so much fun to
be around but gang life has hardened him.  He's not the same guy I
fell in love with." She wore a wistful look on her face as if she was
imaging a time when life for her was simpler.

"So why don't you just dump him?" I asked.  If she was
unhappy with him than all she had to do was break up with him.

"I can't! You don't just dump a West Sider!  I can't ,
you don't know what they would do to me...what he would do to
me."  She began to tremble and softly cry.  I brought her body close
to mine and held her. The solution to her problem was not as simple as I
thought.

"Amanda you shouldn't stay with someone if you don't love
them." I said to her softly. I just wanted to bring some sense of
comfort to her.

"I know.  Its just that he would kill me if I left him.  I mean he
would REALLY  kill me.  You know those bruises that I always have?  He
gives them to me.  Sometimes all I have to do is look at him and
he'll hit me.  If I don't want to have sex ,he'll hit me
until I give in.  It's horrible!  I try to remember how good things
use to be but its not enough anymore.  I wish I could leave him but
I'm too afraid of what will happen if I try."  My Amanda, my
strong, funny confident Amanda had broken down right in front of me. I
never saw her like that before. It bothered me to see her so upset.  I
understood her more in that moment than I ever did.

"He hits you?" I asked softly. "What kind of guy would ever
want to hurt you.  You are the sweetest girl that I know and if he
can't treat you the way that you deserve than he is not worthy of
you. What and ASSHOLE!" I yelled. She smiled up at me.

"God, Chris...thank you.  You are the best friend that I
have...I wish I could date you." She said to me.  Strangely, I
didn't feel as if she was saying that she wanted to be with me.  It
was like she was saying that she would date me but I was unattainable.
'Why would she think that?', I wondered.

"Girl you know I love you".  We smiled at each other and spent
the rest if that afternoon watching cheesy movies that were supposed to
make you scared but only made you laugh.  Despite my sadness over
Amanda's situation I couldn't help but still be curious about
Joey.  My mystery guy now had a name and it was Joey...

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It was now the end of August and school was to start in less than a
week.  Aunt Mickey took me to school to register.  East High was a far
cry from my high schools in Montclair and in South Jersey.  Although the
school wasn't half as bad as I imagined, it didn't have the
technical advantages as my previous schools had.  Even my middle school
had better computer facilities but urban schools don't get half the
privilege, educational wise, as the suburban schools get.  But I was
surprised to find that they had very impressive mathematics program.
That weekend, Amanda asked me to go with her to New York for the Puerto
Rican day parade.  After endless moments of me calling her a
"poser" for being Cuban, we went.

The train to New York was crowded with excited parade goers.  The
excitement of the day rubbed off on me and soon I was more excited than
Amanda. The last time I went to a parade I was 11 and went with Wesley
and Andrew to the West Indian day parade. Andrews father comes from
Jamaica and took us and we all had fun that day.

When Amanda and I got there, it was so crowded.  There seemed to be at
least a million people flooding the streets of the city.  One minute I
was walking with Amanda holding onto her hand as I tried to lead us, and
the next thing I knew she was gone.  I turned to look for her but it was
impossible to find her in the crowd and we quickly lost each other. I
made my way into a pizza shop that wouldn't let me stay until I
agreed to buy something.  I called her cell phone from mine but the
signals were busy.  I repeated this for close to twenty minutes, growing
anxious as more time past.  I had never been to the city alone before and
was a little afraid to be there without anyone else.  I didn't even
know what train to take home.  I left to go look for her.

I couldn't help but to admire the magnificence of the floats as they
passed.  One float was covered with beautiful Spanish women wearing
flamingo attire and dancing to salsa music.  I thought I heard someone
scream my name but I thought I had imagined it so I kept walking.  I
walked for about ten minutes and I kept hearing my name being called.
Every time I looked, I didn't see anyone. Someone grabbed me from
behind roughly.  I turned around to see who it was.  The guy who grabbed
me was a short Hispanic guy with short jet black hair, spiked with way
too much gel.  He was average looking but looked a little "off in the
head".  You know how you can just look at someone and see that
something isn't completely all together with them. Well, that's
how he looked.  He wore a baggy red T-shirt and khaki shorts.  I took
notice to a red bandana wrapped around his wrist.

"Damn, Nigga! We been chasing you for like an hour and shit." He
said to me with his arm draped over my shoulder as if we were old
friends.

"Do I know you?" I asked, trying to pull away from him.

"Oh Yeah , I 'm Loco. Amanda sent me to get you." He answered
nonchalantly, oblivious to the fact that he was making me uncomfortable.

"Where is she?"

"She with Tearz in the pizza place.  She had to pee."  Loco was
nice but he was extra hyper.

"So, who's Tearz"? I asked him.  I had never heard Amanda
mention that name before.

"Oh that's my boy. He and Amanda go way back. Been friends since
like... ever." I was not interested in seeing Amanda act funny the
way she always did when her friends were around. Loco couldn't
complete a full sentence.  He would jump from one topic to another
without finishing the first. When we walked into the restaurant I saw
Amanda sitting down looking exhausted.  Her face brightened when she saw
me.  She rushed over to give me a hug.

"I am so sorry Chris.  I turned around for like TWO SECONDS and you
were gone." She said.

"It's okay, lets go back to the parade." I told her.

"Yeah, we can after my friend comes out the bathroom."  She told
me that I should go too because there weren't that many places to
"go" once we got back out in the parade. There was a guy at one
of the urinals with his back turned to me.   The light in the bathroom
was dim so everything was hidden by shadows. I couldn't see his face
but he seemed familiar.  After I handled my business I went to wash my
hands.  I looked up at him as he stood next to me.  My heart immediately
began to race as I realized it was Joey.  He quickly looked over me like
he knew me from somewhere but couldn't place where.  He smiled at me
and left.  After I calmed down I went back to join Amanda and Loco only
Joey was with them. His light brown wavy hair was pulled back with a red
sweat band and his crystal blue eyes stood out against his baggy white
T-shirt.  His baggy light blue Jean shorts hung seductively off his
hips.  As I walked over, our eyes met and stayed locked until Amanda
introduced us.

"Chris this is Joey, Joey you remember Chris.  He's the one who
tried to kill you." She laughed and his cheeks reddened.

"Sorry about that I was kinda  already pissed and you were there
so...Nice to meet you." He raised his hand to give me the
"what's up" hand shake. He also had a red bandana wrapped
around his wrist and a matching one tucked out from his back pocket.  I
didn't even attempt to give him that handshake, I just waved and he
didn't seem to be bothered by that.  If anything he smiled at me like
he found it amusing but not in a condescending way.

"That's cool. You guys ready to go?"  I said.

"You guys? Who says that?" Loco laughed. He was obviously making
fun of my usage of "you guys" but I wasn't offended.  I had
heard worse comments.

"Steven don't be an asshole." Amanda said, coming to my
defense and it was Loco's turn to redden.

"It's Loco...Mandy." I could tell he was making her angry
and before I could step in Joey did.

"Hey guys lets go, the parade is almost over." Amanda and Joey
talked like only best friends could do.  I was a little jealous.  Not
because Amanda was talking to someone else but because Joey's
attention was focused on someone other than me.  I know I was being dumb
but I couldn't help it.  There was no way this thug was even into
guys but still... I couldn't help it.  Maybe it was just wishful
thinking on my part but I could have sworn that I caught him staring at
me a couple of times.  Every time I would turn to look at him he would
quickly turn away.  We watched the floats, making comments on them as
they passed.

"Damn Kid! Look at all those fine ass Chicas on them floats.  My dick
is getting mad hard." Loco said.

"Your dick always hard." replied Joey.

"Why you looking faggot? You wanna suck it?" Loco laughed at his
own joke but Joey looked just as annoyed as I was.

"Shut up stupid." He told Loco. We continued to enjoy the floats
and then one passed that was for gay Puerto Ricans.  It had gorgeous guys
on it dancing around and having a good time despite some of the protests
from the crowd.

"You know I can't stand how these mutha fucking faggots prance
around flaunting that nasty shit.  I hope they all go to hell." Loco
said.  Amanda had a look of disgust on her face.

"STEVEN! You keep your stupid comments to yourself.  I don't want
to hear that shit!" She yelled at him. I could have been imagining it
but Joey looked angry too.  Probably because Amanda was.

"Amanda forget him. We all know that STEVEN talks a lot of shit."
Joey said.  She calmed down while Loco pouted.

"Shit, ya'll bitches know I'm right. Ya'll too pussy to
admit it.  My man Chris agree right man?"  I was afraid that if I
didn't agree with him they would all figure out that I was gay but I
just couldn't bring myself to.  My response was subtle.

"Whatever! To each his own." I stated and turned my attention
back to the parade.  I occasionally would steal a glance at Joey.  I
peaked at him for like the tenth time when my hazel-green eyes met his
crystal blues.  He gave me a half smile then his face fell and he looked
forward.  The rest of the day we barely exchanged two words.  I scared
him off I thought.  The train was crowded and Amanda and I had to stand.
Joey was sitting in front of me and I thought I saw him check out my
package.  Amanda and I  were talking when the train stopped short,
causing me to fall into Joey's lap.  Our eyes locked and he turned
just as red as me only it was more noticeable on his fair skin.  We
exchanged nervous laughs.  I thought I felt him hardening underneath me
but I jumped up when Loco said we looked like fags.  I hide my face and
Joey rolled his eyes muttering something in Spanish.

At the train station Amanda and Joey hugged and he left with Loco.
Amanda came back to my house.   After a minute or so, she realized that
she had Joey's keys.  She called Loco's house but there was no
answer.  She left the keys with me so she wouldn't forget to give
them back.  I was so exhausted from the day that I passed out as soon as
my head hit the pillow with crystal blue eyes in my thoughts.  The
ringing of the phone awoke me from a deep sleep.  The clock read 11:30.
Andy and Wes wouldn't be calling so late and I barley talked to them
as it was sense my move here.  Amanda said she was suffering from big
girl syndrome and needed a meal and a nap so I knew It wouldn't be
her calling.  I groggily answered.

"Hello..."

"Hey Chris! Honey it's Mickey.  I won't be home tonight.  I
have a lot of work to do at the studio so I'll see you in the
morning." She had been spending a lot of nights at the studio.
Somehow I didn't believe that she was just "working".  I told
her good night and that I would see her in the morning. Less than a
minute later the phone rung again.

"What do you want Mickey?" I said annoyed from being woken up
again.

"Uh...hey, this isn't Mickey."  The voice said hesitantly. I
didn't recognize it.

"Who is this?"  I asked.

"Uh... Hey...hey this is Joey." My heartbeats speed up.

"Hey man, Amanda's not here." I told him, trying to control
the unsteadiness in my voice.

"Yeah I know. She said you had my keys."

"Yeah, do you want to come and get them?" I prayed that he would
say yes.  I just wanted to see his face even if it was only for a moment.

"I need them but can you bring them to me.  You live in West
territory and those Niggaz would kill me if they caught me around your
way." He said with no fear in his voice.  God he was cute and
tough...what a combination.

"Well, I don't really know my way around here yet?" I told
him.

"Do you know where East Park is?"  East park was about a twenty
minute walk away from my house.  I knew I shouldn't go out this late
alone but I wanted to see him.

"Yeah I'll meet you by the swings in thirty minutes." I told
him.

"YEAH! - I mean, yeah.  See you in a few."  He excitedly
replied.  I threw on my clothes and looked in the mirror.  My hair was in
need of trim.  I usually kept my wavy hair cut close on top and faded on
the sides but now it was about six inches long. I hadn't had a hair
cut in close to six months so it was in a mop of waves. Amanda said it
made me look cute like a little boy but I needed to find a barber soon.

It was a hot August night and the streets were mostly deserted.  The
occasional drunk  or drug addict lay passed out in the street around me.
I passed a group of guys all wearing green bandanas around their wrists.
I knew that this was the color of West Side and I hoped that Nate
wasn't with them.  The guys sized me up as I pasted.  My body
tensed.  Someone yelled out "We got smokes, we got smokes".  I
turned the corner and kept on walking.  I heard two sets of foot steps
following behind me.  I was afraid to turn around.  I speed up my pace.
I turned on a darken street and the park was within my eye sight.  A few
more minutes and I would see Joey.  As I speed up so did the footsteps.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I turned around and was temporarily
relieved to see Nate and Jay.

"Shit! You guys scared the hell out of me."  I said breathlessly.

"Yo what the fuck you doing out here. Ain't it a little too late
for corn balls to be outside." Nate slurred.  I could smell the
alcohol and weed off his breath as well as Jays. As the two of them
laughed, the anxiety grew inside me.  I started to walk away when Jay put
his hand to my shoulder to stop me.

"Why you bouncing? Me and Nasty just want to talk for a minute."
Jay was swaying back and forth. Nate was fucked up  but Jay was worse.

"Wh...What do you guys want to talk about?" I stuttered.

"Why don't we go into the park and chill."  Nate replied.

"I'm meeting a friend in there already.  I'll see you
tomorrow Nate." I started to walk away but Jay stopped me again and
spoke.

"Why you call him Nate.  You should call him Nasty." I didn't
like the way that Jay put emphasis on the word "nasty". They
looked at each other and started to laugh.  I stood there in utter
confusion. Nate put his hand on my other shoulder and leaned down to
whisper in my ear.

"Yeah, You should call me Nasty. Wanna know why"? Nate said with
a wicked grin on his face. I didn't like where this conversation was
headed. My mind said run but my body wouldn't let me. My eyes glanced
from Nate and Jay then towards the park.  Somewhere in those shadows Joey
was waiting for me.

"That's okay guys I really should be going." I said. Their
grip on my shoulder became tighter.  It was obvious that they weren't
about to let me go any time soon.  Spit drenched my ear with every
slurred word that Nate spoke.

"You wanna know why they call me Nasty?" He hissed. Chills ran up
and down my spine. I didn't know what he was getting at and I
didn't want to find out.  They could hear the fear in my voice as I
spoke.

"Tha...Tha...That's okay Nate.  I really have to go."
They gripped my shoulders so tight that I winced in pain.  Something
definitely was not right here.  I needed to leave but they weren't
letting me.  As Nate spoke again and it started to become clear just
exactly what they wanted.

"You know something "C"?  You look soft. Almost like girl.  I
bet you feel soft too." He ran his hand down my cheek.  I flinched at
his touch.  Jay leaned his head into the crook of my neck and inhaled
deeply.

"Umm. He smells like a girl too." Jay said. Nate looked over at
Jay and they shared a knowing smile.  Nate turned my face to look up at
his as he addressed me.

"So if you feel like a bitch.... and you smell like a bitch......than
you probably fuck like a bitch too.  "C--Can you fuck like a
bitch?" Nate said.  I could see lust all over his face. Okay I had to
get out of there.  I shucked them off of me and ran as fast as I could to
the park.  They laughed for a moment and ran after me.  I reached the
park and saw no one in sight.  My heart pounded in my chest as I ran
deeper and deeper into the darkened park.  The park was huge and sat on
over two acres.  All I had to do was go into the woods a little and hide
until Nate and Jay left.  As I looked for a direction to run to
someone's hand went on my shoulder and I screamed.  Before I could
through a punch, a familiar voice calmed me down.

"Shhhhh.  Chris it's me Joey." I was more than happy to see
him.  Before I realized what I was doing I hugged him.

"Oh thank God it's you!"  I said through struggled breath's.

"What's wrong? You look like shit." The concern in his voice
took me by surprise.

"It...was...Nate and Joey.  They were trying to-." I stopped
my self before I said fuck me.  I didn't want him to hear me say
anything about fucking and another guy's name in the same sentence.
I knew he couldn't ever want to be with me sexually but I didn't
want to ruin any chances of a friendship.

"What were Nate and Joey trying to do?" Joey asked as he shot me
a sideways glance.

"Uhh...Nothing...They were just acting like real ass
holes."  Joey looked at me for a moment, analyzing my face.  He was
about to say something when we heard Nates booming voice,

"YO CHRIS!  WHERE YOU AT NIGGA?  ME AND JAY WANNA  HOLLA AT YOU FOR A
MINUTE!" Jay cut in with his own threaten statement.

"YEAH...ONLY FOR A MINUTE...OR TWO...OR THREE!"  Their
laughter echoed around us.  Joey took me by the hand and led me a few
feet behind some trees.

"Okay man look those Niggas are crazy and I don't know what they
want from you but it ain't good.  We gotta make it over to the east
side of the park.  They know better than to go over there."  Joey
whispered.  I nodded then glanced down to my hand that Joey still
gripped.  He followed my eyes and when he saw what I was looking at, he
quickly pulled his hand away.  It was too dark to be sure but I thought I
saw his milky complexion slightly redden.  But like I said it was too
dark to be sure.  He started to walk and whispered for me to follow.  It
was dead silent in the park.  The smell of the summer night filled my
nostrils.  I could smell the faint scent of Joey in front of me.  His
scent brought a calmness over me as I inhaled.  He smelled sweet and
strong at the same time.  If it wasn't for the fact that I heard Nate
yell out for me again I could have let my self relax fully under the
spell that Joey was unknowingly casting.  We ran as fast as we could
towards the other side of the park.  It was hard to keep up with him.
Joey was so fast.  I could tell that he was holding back for my benefit
but even with that he still ran like the wind.  After running for a few
minutes we stopped to catch our breath. I spoke first.

"Oh-My-God! Where did you learn how to run like that?" A smile
crept on his face as he answered through his grin.

"I use to run track back in the day."

"Use to? You don't run anymore?"  I asked him. As quickly as
a look of regret ran over his face it was gone.  He answered simply with
a 'yeah' and looked away. I took that as a hint not to press on.  "We
can hang at my house till shit cool down.  The family won't be home
till tomorrow so we don't gotta worry about them being up in our
business."  As we walked towards his house I couldn't help but to
let my mind wonder.  Joey, me and an empty house.  This was going to
either be a night of opportunities or... a night of regrets....

			     To be continued.

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