Date: Thu, 07 Nov 2002 17:04:40 -0500
From: Franklin Pasko <fpasko@totallymail.com>
Subject: Before Your Love, Chapter 1

Author's Note: This is my first story that I have ever
submitted to Nifty. I hope you all enjoy it. I don't know
how many chapters there are going to be yet. Feel free to
email me any comments that you may have. There is nothing
that sexual in this story. All though, there will be sex
scenes(for those of you are into that sort of thing). This
story, will mainly focus on the love between two guys. So,
if it is illegal for you to read such stories, then don't
read mine.


I sit in the living room waiting for my mother to get
ready to drive me to my new school, Jefferson High.  We
just moved here to Boston, Massachusetts from  Albany, New
York.  We moved here partly because my dad got a great job
offer at the hospital(he's a cardiologist), and because
most of my mother's family lives here(her sister, and her
mom and dad). I'm in 11th grade right now.  I wish I could
finish high school with my old friends back in Albany.
 "I'll be ready in a minute," my mother tells me.
I don't consider myself to be very good looking.  I always
hated the way I looked, even though everyone tells me that
i'm not ugly.  I have short blonde hair and green eyes.  I
weigh about 145 pounds and i'm about 5'10 in height.  I
used to suffer from the eating disorder bulimia.  I don't
really know why, I guess it came from my feelings that i'm
not good enough and maybe because of loneliness.  I'm gay.
 I have always known I was.  My friends suported me, and
so did my parents.  That wasn't the problem.  The problem,
was that I always wished I had a boyfriend, someone who
would make me feel special.  Last year on valentines day
while I was at school eating lunch, some girl was given
awhole bunch of flowers by her boyfriend.  I ran into the
bathroom, and made myself throw up in the toilet.  I just
sat there a cried for about an hour, wishing that I had
someone who would bring me flowers.  One night after
making myself throw up, I was rushed to the emergency room
because I fainted. I was really close to dying.  I wasn't
getting enough nutrients in my body.  I was so bad, that I
had to stay in the hospital for 2 weeks and be pumped full
of fluids.  I remember my mom and my dad, crying.  Apart
of me, wishes that I would have died.  After I was
released from the hospital, I started seeing a counselor.
 She was a really nice lady.  After 5 months, I didn't
need to see her anymore.  I no longer suffer from bulimia
but I sometimes, get really depressed still.
About 5 minutes later, my mom comes out of her room.
 "Well, are you ready to go?" my mom asks.  "Yeah, I guess
so." I said with a sad tone to my voice.  "Oh, don't worry
about it. You'll do fine. I'm sure you will make alot of
new friends here."  my mom says as she is walking out the
door.  On my way out, I stop to look at the mirror in the
hallway to give myself one last look over.  I'm wearing a
black shirt, with a picture of Alanis Morissette on it(one
of my favorite female singers) and dark blue jeans and
spiked wrist bands.  I get into my mother's car.  We pull
out from our 2 story victorian style home.  My dad, got a
good deal on it.  I actually like the house.  It has 4
bedrooms, 1 down stairs(my parents' room) and 3 upstairs.
My mom wants to turn one into a guest room and the other
into a home gym.  We also have 2 fireplaces, one in the
living room and one in my parents' room.  We have 2
bathrooms as well.  One of them, is connected to my
bedroom.  If I had a fridge in my room, I would never have
to leave.  Hahaha.
About 10 minutes later, we are in the parking lot of
Jefferson High.  "Well, you have a good day honey and i'll
see you when I get home from work."  my mom says, looking
at me.  My mom, is a social worker.  "Alright.  See you
later mom. Bye."  I say, as I get out of the car.  As i'm
walking to go into the school, a guy bumps into me.
 "Sorry man." he says.  I look at him for a moment.  He
has got to be one of the most beautiful guys I have ever
seen.  He has short black spikey hair with the most bluest
eyes I have ever seen.  He is alittle bit taller than me,
maybe about 5'11 and he looks to weigh around 150 pounds.
 I quickly snap out of my gaze.  "Thats alright." I say to
him.  I don't think he noticed me looking at him.  A few
seconds later, some girl comes up and says to him
jokingly, "walk much."  They both laugh.  "Sorry about my
friend Sean here.  He's a bit of a klutz." she says to me.
 "No. It's really ok."  I say to her.  "Hey.  Are you new
here?" she asks.  "Yeah, i'am. I moved here from albany,
new york. My name is Jason."  I reply.  "Cool. My name is
Mya and this is the guy who bumped into you, Sean."  she
says laughing at him.  "Where are you going to now?" Mya
asks.  "I gotta go to the office to get my schedule."  I
reply.  "Ok. Well, we will see you around." she says as
her and Sean walk off.  I go into the office to get my
schedule.  I hope I have Sean in one of my classes, I tell
myself.  Don't get your hopes up Jason, he is probably
just another pretty straight boy.  After going to my
locker, I go into my first hour class, which is World
History.  Just as I sit down, Sean walks in.  "Hey." he
says as he takes his seat in front of me. The rest of
first hour, went by fine.  Me and Sean, got a chance to
talk alittle bit during class.  We talked about our
favorite music and what we liked to do.  Sean, plays
guitar and sings, which I think is really awesome.  "Did
you ever see the movie Superstar?" I ask him.  Superstar,
is my all time favorite movie.  "No. I never have." he
replys.  "I can't believe you never seen it. It is so
funny."  I say to him.  "Well, if we ever hang out
together, maybe i'll watch it with you." he replys.  I
can't wait to hang out with you, Sean(good thing he can't
hear my thoughts).  While I was talking to him, I couldn't
help but notice his smile and laugh.  It is so,
captivating.  The bell rings.  Just before we leave the
class, Sean asks me, "What hour do you have lunch?"  "I
have it 5th hour."  I say to him.  "Cool. You can sit with
me and mya."  he says.  "Alright thanks. Cya." I say to
him.  "Bye." he says as he disappears into all the other
kids in the hall.