Date: Tue, 6 Sep 2005 13:23:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aaron Parks <forsure15@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beach Volleyball - 1

[This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents
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Otherwise, ENJOY!

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My name is Ryan but most of my friends call me Ry. Just like Rye bread. Yuk
I hate the stuff, but I guess I have my parents to thank for the name and
the pet names that come with it. Like I said, I can't stand the name or Rye
bread and my friends know it but it's started to grow on me and here I am
-- Ryan or Ry, last name Paige.

Well let me help you picture who I really am. I'm about 5'10", weighing in
at 135 lbs., light brown/blonde hair, and hazel eyes. But I have to be
honest, from what girls say I'm super cute. I think it's my washboard
stomach. I tend to spend a lot of time at the beach like most other teens
in California. I love to surf and love volleyball. But yeah, I'm pretty
well built and I always see girls taking a peek. Sometimes when I'm lucky,
I'll notice a real cutie checking me out. Cute guy that is. Oh yeah! I
forgot to mention that I'm gay. I pretty much always knew it. I mean, I
used to believe that I was bi-sexual because I loved fooling around with
girls, and still do for that matter, but I honestly would choose a dick
over a chick any day. ;)

At school I'm pretty popular with pretty much everyone. I am friendly with
everyone at my school and it's safe to say that I don't have any real
enemies. I mean I'm on good terms with just about my whole grade, which I
see as a good thing -- you never know who can be the one to save your day,
that's how I look at it. I'm really close with a lot of the girls at school
and you can usually find me spending my spare time helping them sort out
their problems. I have three best friends who are guys, and we're pretty
much like brothers. Speaking of family, I live with my one younger brother,
Rory, and my parents, who are always bugging me about my social life. They
can't wait until I bring home a girl. Oh yeah, they don't know. Neither
does anybody else, even my closest friends and my brother. Kept all to
myself.

My school is great though. The teachers are really close with the students
and the students are really close with each other. It's awesome. I always
read stories and hear from people that they hate their school. I doubt
anyone at my school would say that. It sounds corny, but it's like a big
family.

Anyways, it's just after Christmas and my family has this awesome trip
planned for the winter break. I can't wait -- we're going to a resort in
Mexico with my three best friends and their families. It doesn't get better
than that. But my mind is sidetracking . . .

"Ry? . . . Ry? . . . RY!"

I look at my friend Justin who's sitting next to me with this look that's a
mix between laugter and disgust. He's obviously laughing at my little trip
to "space".

"Ry! You totally spaced out there!"

Thanks Justin, for bringing me back to reality -- the classroom. Don't get
me wrong, I do like school. Just not the day before we fly down to
Me-hi-co. Hehe, just saying it gets me excited!

Anyways, Justin being one of my better friends is coming with his fam. He's
slightly shorter than I am, really slim, black spiked hair and green eyes.

"Sorry J, I was just thinking about the trip", I said.

"No worries man, I can't stop thinking about it myself -- I cant wait," he
replied in his usual perkiness, and all of a sudden changed his voice to
something like one of those guys in the movie trailers on tv, "seven days
. . . miles away from home . . 3 best friends . . . no limits . . ."

I started laughing, "J, you're nuts"

"Come on Ry, seven days with nothing but fishing," he said, again being
perky.

I knew what kind of fishing he was talking about, and it wasn't the one
that involved fish. My other friend Cameron must have overheard us and came
by to join in. Cameron is about the same height as me, medium build, black
curly hair, with the nicest blue eyes you'll ever see in your lifetime.

"Fishing for chiquitas! Man I can't wait to see how many girls we get, eh
Ry?" he grinned and nudged my shoulder.

I quickly changed the "girls" in his question to "guys" and answered, "Yeh
man, it'll be insane", hoping that was indeed true.

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