Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2007 12:36:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Rob Pendleton <rockin_rob888@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Beautiful People

The following is a completely fictionalized version of some true events
that have taken place in my teenage life.  Most of the names and locations
have been changed to protect the innocent, but I've attempted to stay as
loyal to the story as possible.  If any of the content offends you, or you
are under the age of 18, you know where the back button is.  However, I
don't understand what you'd be doing on a gay website anyway.  I also
reserve all of the rights to this story and all of the stories that may
follow it.  Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

I have written the following in the form of a screenplay for a television
show.  I'd love to get some feedback from those of you who enjoy reading
this story as much as I have writing it. (rockin_rob888@yahoo.com)


Chapter 1
Pilot


Setting: A sunny, golden sanded beach twin palm trees off to the side.  The
clear blue water is lapping up on the shore.  A light breeze whistles
through the palms.

Rob (O.S.): "Summer... the best season to be alive.  Exotic vacations to
far off places, reunions with relatives you haven't seen since who knows
when, backyard barbeques with glorious, patriotic firework displays, and
the best of all, no school.  Summer is definitely the best season of the
four..."

(Camera pulls out from the beach to reveal the image on a television, a
phone number for a free travel brochure blinking on the bottom of the
screen.  Pan right, focusing on a handsome teenage male sitting in front of
the TV, our narrator.)

Rob (O.S.): "Unless you live in Minnesota."

(Thunder rumbled outside as torrential rain slaps against the window.)

***

(Main Title/Opening Credits)

***

Rob (O.S.): "As a prepubescent school kid, summer appeared to be an endless
journey, filled with new friendships, adventure, and make believe.  But by
the time puberty hits and daycare is no longer an option, your summer job
kills your free time and summer ends just as quickly as it began."

(Camera drops down from the ceiling of a busy theatre and focuses on the
same teenager from earlier.  He is dressed in black slacks, a blue button
up shirt with the theatre's name embroidered on the right breast, and black
dress shoes.  His hair is short, but long enough to be messy.  He is lazily
slumped over a red podium, taking movie tickets and ripping them in half.)

Rob: "Enjoy your movie..."

Rob (O.S.): "That's me.  Average kid... friends, family, problems.  Fate
landed me this job working as a concession attendant at our theatre.
Sadly, on this night I was assigned door duty."

(Thunder rumbled outside again.  Rob sighed and looked out the glass double
doors.  Rain continued to pour down outside.)

Rob (O.S.): "It was then that my attention was drawn to an extremely cute,
extremely familiar teenage boy, who actually looked younger than me.  Why
is this important?  One reason, Will.  Will, the love of my life, my first
love, my first heartbreak.  Will and I called it quits after his
graduation, but before summer break.  He moved in with a friend in
Minneapolis, leaving me alone and desperate in St. Paul.  Anyway, back to
the present, the boy and his father approached the podium, and I, as always
whenever a hot guy crosses the threshold, straightened up and sucked in to
make myself look skinnier than I already am.  The boy took notice of this.
He played it cool and wandered up to the podium.  His father, however,
strolled past, lost as a blind lesbian in a fish market."

(The boy grabbed his dad and directed him to the podium.)

Kid: "I think you have to give him our tickets, Dad."

(The man apologized, dug the crumpled tickets from his pockets, and rushed
to the concession stand to beat the line.  The boy lingered around to
collect the torn tickets.  Rob ripped them in half and looked at `Superman'
printed on the tickets.)

Rob (O.S.): "The good thing about working at the theatre, I know almost all
the movies by heart, and that makes for good conversation."

Rob: "Have you seen this one yet?"

(The boy shook his head.  Rob then went on about how excellent of a film it
was and how it was filled with awesome special effects.)

Rob (O.S.): "If I hadn't come off as a total nerd by now, and the kid was
still standing there, listening intently, I had made a connection.  Just as
he took the tickets from my hand and began to join his dad, who had paid
for two large sodas and a jumbo tub and was struggling with the three super
sized items, he smiled at me just before he turned to leave.  I melted away
in that smile.  Slowly, I returned my attention to the long line of
dripping wet movie goers who had been patiently waiting as a flirted with
the unknown kid, but had now began to lose their patients.  Now, let's
pause and reflect..."

***

(Frame freezes on Rob's horror struck face as he stares at the line of
angered costumers.  The screen quickly rewinds to the day after senior
graduation, May 20th, 2006.  Camera focuses, still frozen, on Rob's horror
struck face, only now in a different setting.  He is standing outside of
the bar in which a very good friend of his works.  To his left stood
Ashley, his best female friend, and to his right stood Tyler, his best gay
friend.  A white Prelude had just pulled into the bar's driveway and the
driver side door was slightly ajar.  The scene returns to motion.)

***

Rob (O.S.): "Why was I still in love with Will?  Here you go."

(A teenager, just around Rob's height, emerged from the Prelude and walked
up to the bar's entrance, the same spot where Rob and his friends were
standing.  The boy is dressed in a tight white, short sleeved shirt, tight,
fashionably tattered, blue jeans, black Etnies, and a hint of his plaid,
navy blue and white boxers are visible through the holes in his jeans.  The
boy's hair is brown, like Rob's, but had been dyed black earlier in the
year, and now had blonde highlights.  A little brown still stood out.  The
teen had moist, soft lips, a perfect straight nose, light blue eyes, and a
tanned skin tone.)

Rob (O.S.): "Will had been the object of my desire since seventh grade.
Finally, in the February of this year, he and I had talked.  Eventually,
after I came out to him, we dated for a brief moment, but our social
classes forced us apart.  Will is a `Prep'.  A damned good one at that, but
always wanted that badass skater boy look.  He had perfected it.  After he
began to get more girls than before, which was like thirty a week, all his
friends changed their apparel, but no one pulled it off better than Will.
I, on the other hand, was a mix of all the social classes.  A peacemaker,
if you will.  I'm the kind of guy that can mingle inside any social group I
want and be perfectly comfortable.  Goths, Preps, Nerds, Punks, you name
it, I'm in it.  The only thing I was never in, Will's pants.  We had, what
he called, dated for about three weeks and decided to call it quits, the
day after my seventeenth birthday."

(Will crossed his arms and stood next to Rob, acting as though it were cold
in the middle of May.  Everyone greeted Will, but Ashley and Tyler
continued talking as though he wasn't there.  Joey Shaw waved to Ashley
from the passenger side of the Prelude.)

Will: "Hey.  Can we talk?"

Rob: "Sure.  What's up?"

(Will led Rob around a corner to talk with him in private.)

Will: "I love you so much, but, me and Joey...  We've decided to rent an
apartment in Minneapolis.  It's in the city, you know, and that's where I
want to live.  You've got to finish school.  Maybe this time next year, we
can see where our relationship is at."

Rob: "You're moving?  Why?  What's wrong here?  There's me, Sally, Nathan,
Corey, your parents, and most importantly, us."

Will: "Until you graduate... I don't think there should be... an `us'."

(Will leaned in, kissed Rob on the cheek, patted his bottom, and then
turned and walked to his car.  He waved to Ashley and Tyler and drove out
of the parking lot.  Rob rejoined the group, dumbfounded.)

Rob: "I think... he just broke up with me."

Rob (O.S.): "I didn't cry.  I hated.  I hated Joey, and Joey hated me.
Joey was the reason I had just been dumped.  Joey had been Will's friend
since before I knew them, and he always watched out for Will's best
interest, even if it meant hurting Will.  It's a commonly known fact that
Joey hates gay people, despite his gay brother and his, recently out, gay
best friend.  I knew Joey hated me the minute I laid eyes on Will.  He
always did whatever he could to stand between the two of us, even if he had
to kill one of us.  Several times, Joey threatened to beat me up.  But when
that failed, he decided to kill Will.  He took Will to a party, got him
drunk, and then he killed him.  Did you notice the red marks under Will's
nose?  Joey got Will hooked on cocaine.  Will tried to fight it, but he
liked it too much.  I desperately begged him to quit, and he promised me he
would, but it only got worse and worse.  It then dawned on me why Will was
so willing to up and leave me and move to the city.  Joey was Will's main
source of coke, and without Joey, Will couldn't get his fix.  I hated
Joey."

***

(Fast forward back to the present.  The long line of angry, wet costumers
had dissipated, and the 8:10 showing of "Superman" hadn't started yet.  The
cute boy and his father were sitting at a table behind Rob, munching on
popcorn and sipping on their drinks.  The boy wiped his mouth and stood up.
Rob watched him as he crossed the lobby and entered the restroom.)

Rob: "Hey, Hannah?  I gotta piss."

(Rob quickly walked to the restroom and checked to make sure he and the boy
were alone.  The boy was already at a urinal, relieving himself as Rob
entered.  Rob took the urinal next to the boy and unzipped his pants.  The
boy peeked over at Rob's penis and smiled that heavenly smile.  The two
quickly moved into one of the stalls, their cocks still dangling from their
pants.  Rob shoved the boy into the handicapped stall at the end of the
restroom and locked the door behind them.  The two boys began kissing and
licking each other's faces while touching and grabbing each other's dick.
Rob pulled the boy's shirt over his head and kissed his nipples.  He ran
his thumbs down his slightly visible abs to the waistband of the boy's
boxers.  Rob slid his hands in on either side and grabbed the boy's ass.
He pulled the boy to him, their rock hard dicks touching one another.  The
boy quickly went to his knees and took the swollen head of Rob's seven and
half inches in his mouth.  He swallowed a little more and a little more
each time as his head bobbed back and forward.  He reached up and fondled
Rob's testicles and rubbed his abs through his work shirt with his free
hands.  Rob gripped each side of the boys head and began fucking his face.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mouth hung agape as chills
of erotica rolled through his body.  Rob began moaning in pleasure as the
boy sucked harder on his raging boner.  The boy grabbed the cheeks of Rob's
ass as his nose rested in the bush of dark, trimmed, pubic hair above his
cock.)

Rob: "Ah... uh... kid?  I'm a... about to cum..."

(The teenager began sucking harder and faster.  Rob's neck went ridged as
he began firing load after load of hot, white cum into and down the boy's
throat.  The boy stood up and sat down on the toilet.)

Kid: "Thanks.  I've never done that before, but it was great."

Rob: "If you mean you've never had oral sex with a total stranger in the
bathroom at the place you work, then I've never done it either.  But it was
awesome.  I should be thanking you.  So, um, can I see you again sometime?"

Kid: "Oh, probably not.  I'm straight.  Sorry."

(The boy stood up, tucked his boner away, and stepped out of the stall.
Rob remained behind, confused.  He redressed and hurried after the boy.)

Rob: "Then why did you just suck my dick?"

Kid: "I don't know.  But I liked it.  And you liked it, right?  So what's
the big deal?"

Rob: "You said you aren't gay.  You sort of have to be to suck in another
dude's boner, and, not to mention, like it."

Kid: "Okay, whatever.  Hey, me and my dad stop by here about once every two
weeks, or whenever a really good movie's playing.  Maybe we can, uh, get
together again?"

(Rob stood in the bathroom doorway, still confused.  The boy grabbed Rob's
crotch, smiled, and walked back towards the lobby to rejoin with his
father.)

Rob: "Yeah.  Sure.  Anytime?"

Rob (O.S.): "This left me faced with an important question; why am I so
desperate?  After the breakup with Will, I felt that I had to rush into a
new relationship.  I had had sex with four other guys that month.  All four
of them were random, mysterious flings, one night stands.  I soon found
out, after our breakup, from Lacey, that Will was moping around the Club
Corona, a strip club where he and Lacey work.  Not hooking up, but sulking
around, feeling sorry for himself.  I wanted to go down to the club and try
to fix our relationship, but I knew there was nothing I could fix.  Joey
was our problem and Will would have to deal with that when he was ready."

***

(Commercial Break)

***

Setting: The Kingston Bar.  A rustic looking building, modeled after a
downtown hotel that burned down nearly fifty years ago.  Rob sits at the
bar with Ashley and Tyler, Becky stands on the opposite side of the bar,
serving drinks.  Since the kids are only seventeen, they can't order
alcoholic drinks.  Instead they sip on Cokes.

Tyler: "So, that makes your fourth blow job this month.  Congratulations.
Hey, look at that guy over there.  He's got a nice looking mouth.  Wanna
face fuck him too?"

Rob: "You're just pissed `cause you still aren't getting any."

Ashley: "So, when are you gonna patch things up with Willy?"

Rob: "I can't.  He has to patch things up with me.  And we can't do that
until Joey's out of the picture.  And I don't see that happening anytime
soon."

Tyler: "And you shouldn't start a sentence with `and', Mr. English Major."

Rob: "Well, thank you.  I'll remember that in college."

Ashley: "Maybe you could be Will's source of (sniff, sniff)... hmm?"

Rob: "No.  You know I don't want him doing that."

Ashley: "You also know that that's the only reason he's still with Joey.
Not to mention the social freedoms that Minneapolis has to offer.  Across
the Interstate, no one cares if you're queer."

Tyler: "Amen to that."  Rob: "Amen to that."

(Becky finished wiping out the glasses at the end of the bar and made her
way over to the three teenagers.)

Becky: "Hey, babies.  What's the problem?"

(Becky spoke with a strong Yankee accent, just like Ashley.)

Rob: "Guys."  Ashley: "Guys."  Tyler: "Guys."

Becky: "You still haven't found the right one?"

Ashley: "Oh, finding him was no problem.  Getting him is proving to be
quite difficult."

Rob: "He says that he doesn't want to interfere with me and my schoolwork.
Frankly, that's all a load of bullshit.  Joey's the real problem."

Becky: "Joey, as in my nephew, Joey?"

Rob: "He's your nephew?"  Ashley: "He's your nephew?"  Tyler: "He's your
nephew?"

Becky: "Ever since he was born.  Why is he giving you kids trouble?"

Tyler: "He hates gay people."

Becky: "No he doesn't.  What about his brother... and his cousin?"

Ashley: "We knew about Miles, but, who's his cousin?"

Becky: "My son."

Rob: "Becky is strangely convinced that Dylan is gay.  I don't know."

Becky: "But if he is, he is, and I'll love him all the same."

Ashley: "Now, why can't your mom say that?"

(Rob crossed his arms on the bar and rested his head on his wrists.)

Rob (O.S.): "Yeah, I'm gay, but, at this point anyway, my mom had no idea
that I was gay.  She was convinced that Ashley and I had been dating for
about a year and a half now, and I had no intention of changing her mind.
I knew it would either, A, kill her, B, send her off the deep end, or C,
cause her to openly hate me to the point of both of us not being able to
live with one another.  So, for her sake and my own, I stayed in the
closet."

Becky: "His mom already knows, she's just in denial."

Rob: "If she knew, I wouldn't be living with her."

Ashley: "And if she kicks you out, you'll just have to pack up and come
live with me."

Becky: "Or me."

(Everyone turned their heads to look at Tyler.)

Tyler: "What?"

(Ashley cleared her throat and pointed down at Rob's head.)

Tyler: "We've already discussed this.  My mom is cool with me being gay,
but she doesn't want me to have a boyfriend over at our house."

Ashley: "But he's not your boyfriend."

Tyler: "She doesn't know that."

Rob: "Guys, don't worry about it.  If it happens...  I'm sure I'll be just
fine on my own."

(Rob stood up, laid two dollars on the counter and walked out of the bar.
Ashley frowned and followed him.  Becky, playfully, smacked Tyler on the
head and told him to get the hell out of her bar.)

Ashley: "You'll be just fine.  She doesn't have to know you're gay.  No one
does."

Rob: "Yes, she does.  I can't hide it anymore.  I don't want to.  I hate
lying every five minutes to people about us dating each other."

Ashley: "Then maybe it doesn't have to be a lie anymore."

***

Rob (O.S.): "Before I had come out, I tried hiding my homosexuality by
dating girls.  Ashley had just moved here from Rohde Island and didn't know
many people, so she hadn't heard any rumors.  I asked her out three days
after I met her.  We went steady for almost a month until I broke."

Rob: "Listen, we need to talk."

Ashley: "About?"

Rob: "You're a sweet girl, and I really do like you... but the fact is..."

Ashley: "You don't like me that way..."

Rob: "It isn't you, it really is me.  I know that may seem cliché, but
still."

Ashley: "No, I understand.  This is exactly what happened with my last
boyfriend.  Completely understandable..."

Rob: "Ashley."

(Rob took Ashley's hand.)

Ashley: "No.  Don't touch... please.  I'm tired of being-" Rob: "I'm gay."
Ashley: "-lied to and... what?"

Rob: "I'm gay.  It's sorta... complicated.  Tyler knows, but he's the only
one."

Ashley: "You're serious, aren't you?"

Rob: "Of course.  How could I possibly lie to someone I... care so much
about?"

(Rob hugged Ashley.  She sniffled and fought back the tears.)

Ashley: "Well, I guess we can't do this anymore."

Rob: "We can still hang out... just now you'll have to worry about me
competing with you for you boyfriends."

(Ashley laughed.  She hugged Rob back and rested in his arms.)

Rob: "Are you okay?"

Ashley: "Yeah.  I want you to know...  I just want you to be happy."

(Ashley held onto Rob.  She inhaled his cologne and smiled.  Rob looked
down at her and then looked off into space, relieved.)

***

(The two teens looked at one another for a long moment, in silence, before
the calm was broken by Tyler, bursting out of the bar doors, extremely
excited for some reason.)

Tyler: "Remember that boy who I said had cute lips?  Turns out, I was
right.  Look at this!"

(Tyler waved a napkin around with a phone number scribbled on it.)

Tyler: "Now then, I have a date in thirty minutes, so, I will see you two
ladies... tomorrow."

(Tyler climbed into his red Honda Civic and drove out of the parking lot.)

Rob: "He's not even drunk yet and he's already acting like an idiot."

Ashley: "So, wanna go to the Corona?  I'm gonna stop in and chat with
Lacey.  Care to join me?  Maybe you'll see Will."

Rob: "No thank you.  I'm gonna head home.  I have to work tomorrow.  See
you later."

Ashley: "Bye..."

(Rob climbed into his white Toyota Crew Cab, cranked the engine and drove
away.  But he didn't go home.  Rob took a short drive to a cliff that
overlooked the twin cities.  He exited the vehicle and walked to the wooden
railing and looked down at the glow of lights.  He pulled an orange
prescription bottle from his shirt pocket.  The label on the bottle read:
"For mild to moderate depression."  Rob unscrewed the cap and tapped two
pills out into his palm.  The dosage on the bottle said a half pill every
two days.  Rob didn't care.  He was depressed.  He looked at the pills in
his hand...)

***

(Rob opened the door to Will's bedroom.)

Rob: "Hey, babe-"

(Will quickly sat up and rubbed his nose.)

Will: "What?  What is it?"

Rob: "What are you doing?"

Will: "Nah, nothing.  Why?"

(Will kept rubbing his already red nose.  Rob walked over to the desk and
examined the trails of rocky white powder.  Will quickly wiped them away
and into a little baggy.)

Rob: "What are you doing?"

Will: "It isn't as bad as it looks."

Rob: "The hell it isn't!  Do you want to die?"

(Will was quiet.)

Rob: "Give it to me."

Will: "What?  No."

Rob: "Give it to me!  Give me the drugs!"

Will: "No!"

(Rob tackled Will.  The two wrestled on the carpet floor for the small bag.
Rob managed to free it from Will's grip.  Will sat up against the desk and
looked at Rob, tears in his eyes.)

Will: "I'm...  I'm so sorry."

Rob: "It's not your fault."

Will: "Yes it is."

Rob: "No, it isn't...  It's Joey's."

(The tears fell from Will's eyes.  Rob knelt down and pressed his forehead
against Will's sweat soaked brow.  He gently kissed his lips.)

Rob: "I love you..."

(Will kissed leaned up and kissed Rob back.)

Will: "I will always love you."

(Rob stood up and walked out of the room.  He held the back of cocaine in
his hand.  He quickly walked down the stairs and out Will's back door.  His
own house and Will's sat back to back.  Rob threw the bag into a small
drainage ditch before crossing into his yard.)

***

(Rob looked down at the pills in his hand.)

Rob: "Fucking hypocrite."

(Rob lifted up his hand and swallowed the pills whole.  He threw the bottle
into the cab of his truck through the open window and then climbed into the
cab and returned to the city.  This time, he finally went home.  He parked
outside of the garage and entered the dimly lit house though the kitchen.)

Lisa: "You've been out with that girl again, haven't you?"

Rob: "Yeah, sure."

(Rob was trying to bypass the accusing conversation with his mother and get
to his bedroom.  He only had a few minutes left before the pills would take
their full effect.)

Lisa: "You know I don't like her, and I don't like you being out this
late."

Rob: "Yeah, I know."

Lisa: "Then why don't you use the brain God gave you and be home at a
decent time and stop hanging out with that trashy slut?"

Rob: "I swear, I think you'd rather me just be gay, wouldn't you?"

(He had done it.  Rob wanted to bring this up to see how his mother would
react to it.  Unfortunately, now probably wasn't the best time to
experiment.  His vision was beginning to blur and he was having trouble
standing.)

Lisa: "If your father was here to hear you say that."

Rob: "Well, I wonder why he's not here."

Lisa: "Don't blame me for that.  He did it for you."

Rob: "Ran off and joined the military?  And who said I was blaming you?"

(Rob stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, passing his brother in the
hallway.  He striped down to his green boxers and collapsed on his bed.)

Rob (O.S.): "I never blamed my mom for my dad's disappearance.  He had
joined the military before I was born, but rejoined during the first Gulf
War.  During a reconnaissance operation, a car bomb exploded and a piece of
shrapnel ripped through his intestines.  My mom remarried soon there after,
having my brother, but that marriage only lasted for about four years.  Her
ex-husband, my stepfather, was a chain smoker and an alcoholic.  She had
been single ever since then.  I loved my mom with all my heart and
respected her, but I felt as though there was something driving the two of
us apart.  I didn't know if it was my closeted homosexuality, her strict
Christian life style, or my knack at getting into constant trouble.  Sadly,
the reason was on the horizon was about to rip our world apart."

(End Credits)