Date: Mon, 6 Jul 2009 00:25:59 -0400
From: K J <writenowin@gmail.com>
Subject: Finding Another Like Me: Prologue

This story is fiction.  Any similarity to any persons living or dead is
merely a coincidence.  If you are not allowed by law to view this material,
please do not do so. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now.
This is a love story between two barely under the age of 18 year old boys
in high school.  If that offends you, I apologize and ask that you not read
any further.  Otherwise, enjoy.

AUTHOR's NOTE: Hey guys this is my first time writing on nifty and
hopefully you'll like the story. The upcoming prologue is just the basis
for the story, and probably soo is the first chapter but after that I'm
planning on picing it up quickly for where I want it to go. Hppwever, I
only want to do this if I know people are reading my story, so please send
me a message give me some clue someone is reading it and i'll
continue. Thanks. Writenowin@gmail.com

Prologue

	Am I really that different than everyone else? Can the way I'm
feeling truly be different than what other people are thinking? I looked
out into the ocean trying to be calmed by the waves.

	I'm 16 and about to go into my junior year at an all guys Catholic
school. I'm not the school jock, but I'm not the school nerd either. I'm
average. I have short brown hair which I like to do a small little flip to
in the front. My face is pretty well defined with brown eyes and a mouth
full of straight white teeth perfect for a smile (I guess that is what
three years of braces does for you.) My body is alright. I have a little
gut but besides that I'm kind of built. People say I have the build to be a
football player, but I never truly was into sports. Dress wise, I like to
wear the preppy brands but not tight but loose so I can move around and
comfortable. I'm done describing myself though.

	The beach around me was clear of people. I was the only one there
probably cause it was just about dusk. My mind was off though. I was
replaying the last few months inside my head. It been almost a year and
half since my last relation ship. I hooked up three times since then
though. One of them actually was my first kiss. (Though I don't know if I
honestly wanted to remember that.) But there was a problem with all of
those memories... They all were with girls!

	Now for most teenage boys my age it wouldn't be a problem, but for
me it is. I have this secret that no one besides myself knows...I like
guys.  A lot. Its hard for me to say when this all started. I guess I kind
of always knew I had an attraction to guys. When I was younger I had always
wondered what other guys' dicks looked like. I remember trying to play
doctor with all my friend when I was younger just so I could see their
junk. And when I was older I used to make my friends play truth or dare to
try and make them do dares naked or in their underwear. I guess I always
wondered what it meant but just played it off as being curious, but now
that I'm older I'm wondering what it truly means. God I wish...

	I felt a vibration from my pocket so I pulled out and looked at the
color ID, it read Conor.

	Ironic that he calls at this very moment...so ironic...the guy who
started this all.

	I flipped the phone open, "Yo what up?" I say this is the toughest
guy voice I can do.

	I hear him laugh on the other side, "It's `yo' now? You aren't
tough."

	I have to laugh too, "Yeah I know. It was a joke. What you up to?"

	"Nothing sitting by my pool and wondering where my best buddy is?"

	"Best buddy? Really?" I say this very sarcastically. "Umm I am just
down the beach thinking."

	"Well that sounds fun, but I can think of something better. You
should come over and chill tonight. I need a drinking buddy."

	"Oh so that's the only reason you call me now?" I pause and
chuckle. "I'll be over in a half."

	"Aight man."

	I close my phone and take a deep breathe as I heave myself off the
stone wall overlooking the beach. It's time to stop thinking an have some
fun.


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