Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2006 10:40:53 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: A Different Road   Chapter 2

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A Different Road           Chapter 2



I awoke the next morning more tired than when I'd gone to bed. I tossed
and turned most of the night. I couldn't fall asleep and I didn't want
to cry anymore, so I just lay looking up at the ceiling most of the
night.

I kept thinking about what I'd done wrong. Where we went wrong.
Everything had been great. There was no indication that our friendship
was fading. We'd been best friends for twelve years. I would have known
if things were changing. Maybe they were and I just didn't want to
accept it. I kept thinking back to the last time we'd been together. I
guess I should have seen it coming.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Come here, Sexy." I said to Brett. He'd agreed to spend the night
after I pouted all afternoon when he said he didn't want to. He wanted
to go out with friends for the night. For some odd reason I had not been
invited. Brett and I went everywhere together. I couldn't figure out who
he was seeing that he didn't want me along.

"Let's talk for a while, Corey." He sat on the side of the bed and
looked over at me. As usual, I melted into his brown eyes.

"I'd rather do something." I reached over and began rubbing his cock
through his jeans. He stood up and sat at my computer desk.

"Can't we just talk? Do we always have to have sex?" He sighed.

"I thought you liked sex." I couldn't understand why he wanted to have
this conversation. Our sexual encounters had become less frequent over
the past year, but I just figured we'd reached our sexual peak and we
were slowing down.

"I do, but.." He started to say something but stopped.

"But what?" I asked.

"Nothing, Corey. Forget about it." He got up and went into the
bathroom. He emerged a few minutes later still dressed.

"Hey, let's go out for a while." He said excitedly.

"It's after midnight." I reminded him. It was a Friday night, and we
didn't have school the next day, but I was tired.

"Cindy's having a party. We're invited." He acted embarrassed telling
me this since it was so late.

"Why didn't you say something earlier?" I was getting mad. He'd been
here since 8:00 and he was just now mentioning it. "Why are you telling
me this now?"

"I didn't think you'd go." He was looking around the room. He
wouldn't look at me directly. I could tell something didn't add up.

"I wasn't invited, was I?" Now it made sense. He didn't want to come
over tonight because he was planning to go to Cindy's party without me.

Cindy was a really cute girl. She was also very popular. She was
president of our senior class, a member of the National Honor Society and
would probably be salutatorian at our graduation. She was the whole
package: pretty, smart and friendly. Everyone loved Cindy.

I had been jealous of her earlier in the year when she kept calling Brett
and asking him to help her on several school projects. Our senior class
had 180 students, but it seemed like she was always wanting him to help
her. When I asked him about it, he'd just laugh and tell me I was acting
like some fourteen year old girl. When she started dating Josh Mellon, I
figured her attraction to Brett was over.

"Of course you're invited." He tried to assure me. "You know Cindy
likes you."

"But why wait until now to say something?" I again asked.

"Because I'm bored, Corey." He blurted out.

This surprised me. In the twelve years we'd known each other, boredom
would never have characterized our relationship. We always found
something interesting to do. We could watch a spider crawl across a wall
and enjoy each other's company just watching it. Now he found being with
me boring.

"Fine." I said angrily, getting off the bed and putting on my shoes.
"We'll go to your stupid party."

"Shit, Corey." He was also angry. "Why do you have to be this way? I
just want to go out and have a little fun."

"I thought we were going to have a little fun here." I wiggled by
eyebrows at him.

"That's all you ever want to do." He said as he put on his jacket.

"Fuck you, Brett." I spat. As soon as I said it I regretted it. I'd
never talked to Brett like that before. He had a hurt look on his face.

"Sorry, Brett." I apologized. I walked over to him to give him a hug,
but he backed away from me.

"It's alright, Corey." He said sadly. "Let's get going." He headed
to the door and walked out. I stopped by the bathroom and checked myself
in the mirror. I put a little gel on my hair to make it stand up. I liked
my blonde spiked hair. It looked good with my blue eyes. All the girls in
school were constantly trying to get me to go out with them, but I'd
somehow been able to turn them down. I was happy being with Brett, even
if he was mad at me right now.

He was sitting in his car waiting patiently for me. I got in and looked
at him.

"You mad?" I asked. I reached over and pushed his hair back.

"No." He looked at me and smiled. He looked at his palm and pretended
to read it. "Rule Number 8. Friends don't get pissed at friends when
they act like assholes."

We arrived at the party around 12:30. There were about fifteen people
still hanging around. Cindy's parents had a huge home. Her father was
one of the most successful defense attorneys in town. It was even rumored
that he might run for state attorney general in the next election.

Everyone was outside at the pool. A few people were swimming, but most
were sitting under the dim lights making out. Brett and I walked over to
Cindy who was talking to some of the other girls.

"Brett." She screamed when we walked up. "I didn't think you were
coming." She took his arm and locked it around hers.

"Hi, Corey." She looked at me. "I'm glad you could make it too. Let
me get you both something to drink." She walked over to the bar and
returned with two beers. She again locked arms with Brett. He looked at
me and seemed embarrassed.

"Come with me, Brett." She started to lead him away. "I want to show
you something." He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

They disappeared into the house. I walked over to a lounge chair and sat
down and began drinking my beer. After several big gulps it was gone.

"Here." I looked up and noticed a girl named Charlie. Her real name was
Charlene, but she would always threaten to kick anyone's ass who called
her that. So she'd been Charlie since about the fifth grade. She handed
me a beer and sat down.

"Thanks." I took the beer and smiled at her. Charlie was a blonde, like
me, but she hadn't had blonde hair since the ninth grade. It was always
dyed another color. Tonight it was red. She was a small girl with
freckles. If I had to described her in one word, I guess it would be
pixie. She's what I would imagine Tinker Bell to look like- without the
red hair.

She was also rumored to be a lesbian. Someone said they had seen her
making out in the balcony of the theater with another girl when we were
in the ninth grade. She never denied it which kept the rumor alive all
these years. It was also around that time she started wearing her hair
different colors.

"Where's Brett?" She asked. She stumbled when she handed me the beer,
so I figured she was probably on her way to being really drunk.

"Inside with Cindy." I said innocently.

"Oh, really?" She said "So she was right." I looked over at her
curiously.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked her angrily. She seemed like
she was holding something from me.

"Honey, if you don't know, I'm not going to be the one to tell you."
She said sarcastically..

We sat there quietly for several minutes. I was wondering what she meant
by her statement. After several minutes, Charlie got up and went into the
house. She came out several minutes later and walked over to the bar and
got two beers. She walked over to me and handed me another one.

"Here, Corey." She said quietly. "You may need this." She was really
starting to get on my nerves. We'd been friends for a long time, so I
knew Charlie tended to be a bit strange. I was one of the few students
who wasn't afraid to talk to her. Most were worried of being branded as
being gay if they were seen with her, especially girls. She had few
friends, and she seemed to like it that way.

"Would you tell me what's going on?" I was getting irritated. She just
looked at me and smiled.

"Nope." She said. "I make it a habit not to get into other people's
shit."

"What's that mean?" I said angrily.

"Listen, Corey." Her expression suddenly became sullen. "I like you. I
don't want to see you get hurt. Protect your heart." She gave me a kiss
on my cheek and got up and walked away. I sat there wondering what the
hell she was talking about.

I looked at my watch. It was already 1:30 and I hadn't seen Brett since
we'd arrived. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen Cindy either. I got up
to go find them when they emerged from the kitchen talking softly. Brett
had his arm around her back. He removed it when he saw me walking towards
them.

"Hey, Buddy." He smiled. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah, I guess." I wasn't really. I hadn't had a chance to talk to
anyone other than Charlie. Now he was trying to rush me away.

"Bye, Cindy." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. At first it
surprised me, but then I figured he was just being polite. I walked over
and gave her a quick peck also.

"I'll call you tomorrow." He told her as we walked away. I looked over
and eyed him curiously.

When we got back to my house, he went quickly to the bathroom and closed
the door. I then heard him turn on the shower. I quickly stripped off my
clothes, so that I could join him. When I went to the door, he had locked
it. I went to my dresser and put on some clean boxers and crept into bed.
He came out a few minutes later. He put on the underwear and shorts that
he had worn to the party. I found it strange that he had decided to keep
his shorts on.

He got into bed and lay completely on the other side away from me. I have
a queen size bed, so there is plenty of room. In the past we usually
slept in the middle of the bed. I couldn't figure out why he had created
such a distance between us.

I scooted over and put my arm around him and began rubbing his stomach.
He pulled my arm away.

"Look, Corey." He said softly. "I'm really tired. It's late and I
want to sleep. Alright."

"Yeah, sure." I said sadly. I moved back over onto the other end of the
bed and turned my back towards him. It took me a long time to fall
asleep. I was so used to having Brett's body pressed up against mine
when we slept together. When I awoke in the morning, he had already left.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Corey! Get out of bed. You'll be late for school." I heard my mother
call down the hall. I wasn't asleep. I had hardly slept at all. I got up
around 5:00 and read some more of my book for literature.

I quickly took a shower and fixed my hair and brushed my teeth. I looked
at myself in the mirror. My eyes were still red and swollen from crying
most of the night. I took the washcloth and ran it under the cold water
for a minute, then applied it to my face. I was hoping it would take some
of the swelling down.

"Corey!" My father was calling my name this time. He sounded angry.

"I'm coming." I opened the door and hollered. I went into my room and
got my book bag and headed to the kitchen. My mother was at the stove and
my father was sitting at the table reading the paper. They both looked at
me when I entered the room.

"Sit down, Corey." My mother said tersely.

We really didn't get along very well. She was always too preoccupied
with her work to really care what was going on around the house. She was
a real estate agent and was either in the office or showing clients new
homes. In addition to that, she was active in the church and various
social organizations in town. She loved to attend parties, and she was
constantly dragging my father to one.

I got along better with my father. He was a pretty cool guy for someone
over thirty. He had played football in college and still looked good.
Many people thought we were brothers instead of father and son. All my
friends were crazy about him. A few girls even flirted with him. He'd
just laugh and enjoy the attention.

He was an architect and owned his own business. He had designed most of
the new buildings in our city. He had an office downtown, but also had a
office here at home. He enjoyed working here because he didn't have to
deal with people interrupting him constantly. I enjoyed it because he'd
often take breaks and we'd go jogging or swimming in the backyard pool.
Sometimes he seemed more like a big brother than a dad.

"I want you to go see Reverend Baker after school." She said suddenly.
I looked over and saw her staring angrily at me.

"Why?" I screamed. "Why do I have to go see him?" I couldn't
understand why she had suddenly demanded this.

"Jessica." My father said sternly. "I don't think this is the right
way to deal with this."

"Yes it is Thomas." She threw him an angry look as well. "What will
our friends say?"

"What will your friends say about what, Mother?" I was pissed. I knew
now what she was talking about. I had told her I was in love with Brett.
Now she was worried about her public image. What would her cackling
friends say about the great Jessica Singer having a gay son?

"It just isn't right." She said as she put a plate in front of me.

"What isn't right?" I pushed the plate away. I didn't want to eat
anything she had fixed me.

"Corey." My father said softly. "We should talk about this later when
everyone's not so upset."

"Will there ever be a good time?" I looked at him and saw a sadness in
his face. I looked back angrily at my mother.

"I will not go see Reverend Baker." I got up from the table and grabbed
my backpack.

"Yes you will." She said sternly. "I will not have a son who is one of
them."

"One of them?" I screamed. "I'm gay, Mother. Gay. I am not one of
them!" I opened the door and began to walk out. Suddenly, I felt my
father's hand on my shoulder.

"Corey. Please wait." I turned and looked at him with tears once again
running down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Dad." I cried. "I'm sorry I disappointed you." I walked
out and got in my car and headed off to school. I couldn't see the road
for the tears streaming down my face. I drove a few blocks and then
pulled into a parking lot and turned off the engine. I was sobbing
uncontrollably.

First, I lost Brett. Now I'd lost my parents. It didn't matter that my
mother hated me. But I felt deep regret that I hadn't become the man
that my father had always wanted me to be.

"Oh, God!" I screamed as I looked into the sky. "Why are you doing
this to me!" My suffering was unbearable. I didn't think that I could
go on anymore. I got out of the car and got in the backseat and then
curled up into a ball. I couldn't stop crying. In one day my life had
come crashing down. I just wanted the pain to go away.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"OK, Dickhead." Brett laughed as we sat on the roof of his house.
"Remember, hit the trampoline in the center, then dunk the ball into the
basket."

This must have been the dumbest idea he'd ever come up with. And here I
was holding the basketball in my hands, standing on the roof getting
ready to jump onto a trampoline we'd put in the driveway just below the
basketball rim.

We were fourteen, and Brett had bet me that I couldn't dunk the ball
into the basket from the trampoline. To make the bet more interesting, he
wanted me to do it by jumping off the roof.

"Better get your twenty dollars out." I told him. "This is going to be
a piece of cake."

I counted to three, then leapt into the air, and onto the trampoline. I
had planned to go into the air and dunk the ball into the basket, then
collect my twenty dollars. Who was it that said something about the best
made plans of mice and men?

When I hit the trampoline I ricocheted off and headed straight at the
basketball rim on the garage. My face hit it instead and I plummeted to
the ground. I don't remember anything else until I woke up later in the
hospital.

I had knocked out three teeth, received a mild concussion and had a black
eye the size of Kansas. When I came to, I was looking into the worried
face of my father. My mother was beside him, but she seemed more
irritated than concerned. Behind them stood Brett looking sadly at me.

"Where's my twenty bucks?" I said weakly as I held out my hand to him.

"You didn't make the shot." His sad look turned to a grinning smile.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

That was Brett. He used to be my best friend. Now I'm lying in the back
of my car with my world completely shattered. I sat up and wiped my eyes
dry. I was already late to school. Normally, Brett would be calling me on
my cell phone to see why I hadn't shown up in the cafeteria. This
morning the phone didn't ring. Not once.

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