Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2008 21:25:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ryan West <ryanwest25@yahoo.com>
Subject: Diving In: Floating Away 2

Chapter Two: In Other Words...

	James Winters woke up on Tuesday morning earlier then he usually
did. He woke up the previous morning the same time- 6:45. That's because he
now had to pick up Devon Sanders for school.
	Their relationship had started in July, months after Cameron had
left. Things had been going very well between them. Devon was going into
his sophomore year of high school, but as relatively mature for his
age. Well, sometimes he would do something juvenile, like talking during
movies and not sharing popcorn, but mostly mature. And he was in a similar
situation as James- he too was on the lacrosse team in the spring, and had
a similar group of friends.
	He got up and took a quick shower. He washed himself in vanilla
body soap- he wanted to smell good for Devon. After showering, James
quickly dried off and put on a white polo-shirt with plaid shorts. He
fluffed his curly hair, grabbed his book bag, and headed downstairs.
	Mrs. Winters was cooking pancakes and French Toast in the
kitchen. She did this every morning, which was nice for James, but
completely unnecessary. However, Mrs. Winters didn't work so she did not
have much to do.
	"Morning honey, your father is looking for you," She smiled as she
continued cooking.
	"Mom, I'm already late," James rolled his eyes. "I have to pick
Devon up."
	"It's only seven o'clock..." She argued. "He wants to talk to your
lacrosse coach, he wants to set up some sort of meeting to talk about
colleges with him..."
	"I'll talk to him later, Mom, I gotta run" James said as he grabbed
a paper plate and a piece of French Toast and headed out towards his
car. He jumped in the drivers seat and placed to toast in the passengers
seat then backed out of his driveway.
	James arrived at Devon's house at 7:15. No cars were in the
driveway so James just pulled right in. He knocked on the front door, and
Devon's older brother Tyler answered.
	"What do you want?" Tyler mumbled. James had heard some rumors
about Tyler but nothing from Devon. Tyler had been a star athlete all of
high school, but once senior year came around he just stopped playing
sports.  He didn't apply to college or anything- just stopped.
	"Is Devon home?" James smiled. Tyler was fucked up most of the time
that James had come to visit. He also had gained a few pounds since high
school.
	"Devon!!!" Tyler shouted to no response. "He's in his room
probably..." Tyler walked over and collapsed on the couch. James walked
passed him to Devon's room. He knocked on the door and opened it. Devon was
standing shirtless with a pair of khakis shorts on. He was fumbling through
his shirt drawer when he finally acknowledged James.
	  "Hey," Devon smirked. He walked over to James and placed his
hands on his back and kissed him. "Your early."
	"Yeah," James nodded. "My parents were annoying me."
	Devon pulled James over to the bed and pushed him onto it. He
climbed on top of James. He pecked him on the lips.
	"Well, that means that we have some time," Devon smiled.
	James laughed then kissed Devon. He placed his hands on Devon's
thigh and pulled him closer. He moved his hand to the base of Devon's
hairless ass. Devon removed James' shirt.
	"I missed you after school yesterday," James said as he kissed
Devon's neck. He took his left hand and placed it on Devon's back.
	"Yeah," Devon said. He began to move his hands across James'
chest. "I ran into your little friend too." He said it so
nonchalantly. James had no idea who he was talking about.
	"Who?" James asked.
	"Cameron," Devon stated.  He stopped kissing James to tell him the
funny story. "He's trying out for the swim team. It was so funny I
pretended to hit on him, like really overtly and he was getting so
uncomfortable. I literally grabbed his dick through his bathing suit and he
was freaking out. I was about to die laughing."
	"What? Why did you do that" James pushed Devon off of him.
	"What do you mean? It was a joke." Devon said defensively.
	"Yeah, but..." James was mad at Devon but he didn't know
why. "Look, Cameron's a good friend of mine. And he's a good guy... I...I
don't want you doing stuff like that anymore."
	"What? Are you serious?" Devon asked. "It was a joke, James. Calm
down."
	"I know it was a joke. Just don't do it again," James
said. "Please.
	Devon looked at him skeptically, then got up and started fumbling
through his drawers. He finally grabbed a shirt then turned to James.
	"Let's just go," Devon rolled his eyes.

...

	Cameron Wright woke up around 7:15. He couldn't get himself to get
out of bed for about twenty minutes, until he was forced to. James was the
only thing he could think about. He couldn't believe that James had a
boyfriend. But then again, had he expected James to wait all summer?
Cameron had clearly made his choice, picking Matt over James. Now he had to
deal with the consequences of that decision.
	After seeing that it was 7:35, he finally got up, threw a t-shirt
and a pair of jeans on (he had showered the night before), and headed
downstairs for breakfast. His mother had picked up bagels, and had put them
on a plate. She sat at the kitchen table reading a newspaper across from
Mr. Wright who was eating a toasted bagel.
	"Hey sweetheart!" Laura Wright smiled as her son came down the
stairs. "You're up late..."
	"I know," Cameron scratched his head, "I was really tired after
practice."
	"That's great, son." Steve Wright, Cameron's father, smiled as he
took a sip of his coffee. "I love to see you on a team again."
	"Thanks Dad," Cameron said as he grabbed a bagel and began applying
cream cheese to it. No one spoke for a while, until Laura spoke about an
article in the paper.
	"This is awful," Laura covered her mouth. "A boy only a year older
then you was found dead on the side of a road in Colorado. They say it was
a hate crime. He was with his boyfriend at a bar and these two hicks
kidnapped and killed him." Cameron felt his face heating up. If his parents
ever found out that he was gay, they would be freaking out because of
articles like this.
	"That's awful," Steve shook his head. "Did they catch the guys?"
	"Nope," she groaned. "So sad."
	"All right," Cameron finished his bagel then grabbed his
bookbag. "On that cheerful note, I'm going to go to school."
	"Drive carefully!" Laura warned.
	"Thanks mom, I was planning on getting in an accident..." Cameron
joked.

...

	Alexis arrived at school early that morning to finish some last
minute homework. She was surprised that her teacher had already given an
assignment on the first day. The first week was usually bull shit review,
but not anymore. So she had to do that, and she also wanted to do some
review for the SAT's which she had been studying all summer to
retake. Unfortunately, none of those things were done.
	On her way to her locker she bumped into Kevin Trainer.
Literally. They collided in the hallway and both dropped all of their
books. Alexis sat up and came face to face with Kevin. She laughed for a
moment about how cliché this meeting was.
	"Hey," Alexis laughed.
	"Sorry about that," He smiled back. "I'm an idiot."
	"No, it's fine." Alexis and Kevin both struggled to decipher whose
book was whose. Finally they both stood up and collected themselves. "I'll
see you later."
	"Yeah," Kevin scratched his shoulder. They both started walking in
different directions. "Oh, Lexi, wait!"
	"Yeah?" She turned around.
	"I, uh..." Kevin started. "I talked to Ricky, and he told me that
uh...nothing...you know, you guys didn't have sex. So, I'm sorry if I was
kind of weird at lunch yesterday, or whatever."
	"It's cool," Alex forced a smile as she felt a lightening bolt of
guilt go through her gut. But, she was surprised that Ricky had lied to
Kevin after his behavior the day before. She waved and walked down the
hallway towards the library. As she was walking there though, she tripped
on someones foot making all of her books fall onto the floor.
	"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me..." Alexis groaned. She looked up
and saw the owner of the foot. It was Ricky Buchanan. She rolled her eyes
and groaned once again as she began collecting her books.
	"Hey, chill out Lexi," Ricky knelt down and helped her. "Look, I
know you're all pissed about yesterday, but I want you to know that I
talked to Kevin and cleared everything up."
	"I...I know, I just saw him." Alexis stood up. "I appreciate
it...but that still doesn't excuse you for being such a dick yesterday."
	"Aww c'mon," Ricky pleaded. "I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood."
	"A bad mood?" She rolled her eyes. That was not a legitimate
excuse.
	"Yeah, a bad mood..." Ricky laughed as he placed his hand on her
hip and leaned in close to her.
	"Not here," Alexis pushed his hand off.
	"When?" Ricky asked. "I want to continue where we left off last
weekend at Kevin's party..."
	"Look, I..." Alex started to protest.
	"Okay, don't tell anyone, but I'm having a big rager on Friday."
Ricky smirked. "My parents are going to Mexico for the weekend. We can
sneak upstairs and..."
	"We'll see..." Alex laughed then walked away. "If I'm not in a `bad
mood'..."

...

	Cameron had a horrible morning filled with more work than any of
the previous years. He had heard that senior year was supposed to be
easier, but these past two days had not shown it. Not only did he have
college applications to worry about, but SAT's and now school work. It
sucked.
	Mr. Nichols his geography teacher had taken an especially stern
attitude in the classroom. After being late the first day, Cameron had
tried to answer a lot of questions in class the second day, but Mr. Nichols
would smile and say some condescending comment. If that wasn't bad enough,
he had given the students a pop quiz on European nations.
	After that fun morning, Cameron found his way to the cafeteria. He
grabbed a slice of pizza and a coke.  He decided to eat outside, mostly
because he had no one to sit with. Travis and Marissa were most likely
outside doing something dangerous. He saw Alexis but decided not to go over
and sit with her because she seemed to be enjoying Kevin Trainers
company. On his way out the doors, he felt a hand grab him. He swung around
to see James. Honestly, he didn't want to see James.  He was
embarrassed. After their conversation yesterday, Cameron had been so
forward saying that he and Matt had broken up, and saying that they should
hang out sometime. It was just a bad situation.
	"Cameron," James smiled. "I was looking for you this morning."
	"Oh yeah?" Cameron blushed.
	"Yeah, actually I wanted to talk to you..."  James gently grabbed
Cameron's arm. "Outside."
	Cameron followed James into the hallway. James looked around and
made sure no one was around before talking.
	"Look, I wanted to apologize about yesterday," James said. Cameron
looked confused. "Devon...I didn't tell him to...you know, fake-hit on you
or whatever..."
	"Oh, no. It's fine." Cameron fake laughed. "Just a joke."
	"Yeah, but...I'm sorry." James smiled.
	"So...how long have you guys..." Cameron inquired.
	"Uh, about a month now...yeah, a month Friday actually," James
thought aloud. "Wow, it's been that long? Weird."
	"That's great though," Cameron smiled. "That you found someone."
	"Yeah absolutely," James nodded.
      They stood in awkward silence for a moment.
      "All right, well I'm gonna go, I'll see you around" Cameron said and
then walked away with his tray.

...

	Marissa Tampa and Travis McCarthy sat in Travis' car outside
Marissa's house. They both stared out the house, then back at the clock
which red 11:46.
	"Just go in," Travis initiated.
	"C'mon, I really don't want to," Marissa moaned. Travis had given
her weed a while back as a present, and now that they were dry, Travis
wanted to smoke that weed during lunch.
	"It'll take like two seconds, just run in." Travis pushed her.
	"My mom's going to be there and she's going to make some bitchy
passive aggressive remark, and be all weird because I'm supposed to be at
school," Marissa sighed.
	"Just tell her you left a book at home," Travis said.
	"Fine," She opened the car door, then leaned her head back in. "You
owe me, babe."
	She slammed it and headed over to the house. She could see her mom
talking on the phone in the kitchen through the front window. Hopefully
Marissa would be able to avoid her, if she was lucky.
	Unfortunately, Marissa had no such luck. As soon as she closed the
door, her mom called her name. However, the way she said it was weird. It
was as if she was...drunk.
	"Marissssaa!" Her mother called.
	"Yes mom," Marissa strolled into the kitchen to see her mother
sitting at the counter in tears. Her mascara was running.
	"Marissssaaa!" She yelled again.
	"Are you drunk?" Marissa asked skeptically.
	"No!" She lied. "I need to...talk ta you!"
	"Mom, I just have to get...a book from my room, we can talk when I
get home later," Marissa smiled and started to leave.
	"Your father and I are splitting up...finally," She burped at the
end of her sentence.
	"What? Really?" Marissa was bitter/sweet about it. She was happy
that she wouldn't have to hear the obnoxious fighting any more, but sad for
her father. She loved her Dad. He definitely wasn't the perfect person, but
he was better then her mother.
	"You have to pick..." She burped again. "You have to pick! Who you
want to live with...I'm staying...your fathers moving to...your FATHER is
moving to California..."
	"What?! Why is he moving?" Marissa's heart started to race
faster. If her father was moving, then she would have to live with her
mother if she wanted to stay.
	"I dunno," She started laughing, but the laughter turned into a fit
of crying.
	"I can't deal with this right now," Marissa stormed out. She rushed
up to her room, grabbed the weed, then left without saying anything to her
mother. She ran out to Travis' car and hopped in.
	"What took so long?" Travis asked.
	"Nothing," Marissa lied. "Drive."

...

	The bell signaling the end of school meant very little to Cameron
this day, because it just signaled the start of swim team try outs. He
still had hours left before his day would really end. He rushed down to the
locker room, hoping to get their early to show the coach some
determination. However, most of the other kids had the same idea and were
already in their suits by the time he got down there.
	Devon was one of those kids. He was just tying the strings on his
suit when Cameron approached him. Devon looked up and smiled and
nodded. Things were very awkward. Cameron nodded back, and set his back
pack down. He reached in and pulled out the bathing suit that Devon had
lent him the day before.
	"Oh, I forgot my suit again, would you mind if I borrowed yours?"
Cameron felt like an idiot.
	"Yeah, sure." Devon nodded.
	Cameron took off his shit and slid his jeans off. Devon was fooling
around with things in his locker, and Cameron awkwardly slid his boxers
off. He made sure that he was facing away from Devon. He slipped on his
bathing suit, and turned around just in time to catch Devon checking him
out. Devon quickly looked away then slammed his locker and left.
	Cameron threw the rest of his stuff into an empty locker and then
headed out to the pool. When he got there, people were still filing in to
sit on the benches. Cameron didn't know anyone else, but made sure not to
sit next to Devon. He'd rather not talk to anyone then have an awkward
exchange with him. He sat alone for a few moments before Coach Z waddled
out.
	"All right, today is the first day of try outs boys," Coach Z
started. "We're going to split up into teams. We'll be doing time trials on
three of the strokes: breast stroke, butterfly, and back stroke. We'll do
time trials until Friday when I'll post the final list. All right, now just
split up with the same partner you were with yesterday."
	Cameron's heart sank as soon as he said that. He looked at Devon
and their eyes met. This was going to be awkward. Cameron stood up and
headed to the opposite side of the pool. He jumped into his designated
lane, and Devon followed right behind him. They were both submerged and
treading water, waiting for instructions. Unfortunately, Coach Z was
filling out some paper work so that was taking longer than usual.
	"I'm, uh, sorry about yesterday..." Devon finally blurted.
	"What?" Cameron asked. "Oh, no. It's fine, it was just a joke."
	"That's what I said!" Devon exclaimed. "But James was all `blah
blah Cameron's a good guy'. I never said you weren't, I was just playing a
joke! Jesus, sometimes he can be so frustrating!"
	Cameron nervously laughed and they went back to awkward silence for
a moment.
	"So, uh, does anyone know about...you know...you?" Devon asked.
	"Nope, well...besides James, and my friend Alexis, and my ex, and
well, now you" Cameron laughed. "So I guess a couple people. What about
you?"
	"No one," Devon shook his head. "I mean, I used to go hook up a few
guys randomly online who lived close by but that's it."
	"Yeah," Cameron nodded.
	"It's so hard to meet normal gay guys, especially in this town,"
Devon remarked. "That's why I was so happy when I met James. I mean, I
never really thought I'd want a boyfriend, but we hit it off so well."
	"That's great," Cameron said.
      Before they could talk anymore the whistle blew. For the rest of the
practice they barely had time to speak. Coach was either timing one of them
or having the other do an exercise. Cameron was panting by the end of
practice.
      "I can't move," Cameron groaned as he collapsed on the bench of the
locker room.
      "I know," Devon laughed. "Swimming isn't easy, my friend."
      "You're telling me!" Cameron coughed. "I don't know how I'm going to
have enough energy for tomorrow."
      "You get used to it after a while," Devon assured him.
      "I hope so," Cameron laughed as he opened his locker. He pulled out a
towel and placed it on the bench. He turned around just in time to see
Devon's small hairless ass before Devon placed a towel around it. Cameron
watched as Devon headed off towards the showers. He pulled down his bathing
suit and slipped on a towel and followed Devon.
      As Cameron walked into the showers, he realized that it was weird
that he was about to see James' boyfriend naked. I mean it wasn't that
weird, like it wasn't sexual or anything, but still. Cameron slipped off
his towel and placed it on one of the hangers. He waded past the other
naked swimmers. It was weird, he could somehow control his erection factor
in the showers.
      He found an open showerhead right next to Devon. He slid in and
turned on the heat. He obviously wanted to see what Devon was packing, but
didn't want to be obvious about it. So, he pretended to be reaching for the
soap dispenser and took a quick glance. What he saw was more than
enough. Devon was HUGE. He had to be at least ten inches hard. Cameron felt
himself blushing in embarrassment.  Cameron wasn't small or anything, but
Devon was very large. Especially for someone his age.
      Cameron stole another glance. Yes, it was still as large. Devon had
very little pubic hair, but there was definitely some at the base of his
penis. Cameron couldn't help by stare at it. James was definitely satisfied
with his sex life, Cameron thought to himself.
      As he quickly looked up at Devon to make sure he hadn't been caught
he was surprised to see that Devon was staring at Cameron's dick.

...

Hey, I know this chapter was kind of short and kind of uneventful, but I
have some good stuff coming up. Anyway, e-mail me with suggestions or
comments or whatever at ryanwest25@yahoo.com