Date: Sat, 15 Aug 2009 00:16:58 -0400
From: K J <writenowin@gmail.com>
Subject: Finding Another Like Me: Chapter 13

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: Here's chapter 13. Enjoy! Don't have much to say this
time. Thanks to DejaBlue again. Take a look at his story Rich Boy in the HS
section. Also my favorite story Quarterback with the Emerald Eyes...check
those two out and write to me at writenowin@gmail.com

Chapter 13

Then it finally ended. Everything just stopped. I couldn't move. I wanted
to but I just couldn't. I watched as Chris' body just laid there not
moving. It felt like forever.

I watched as the coach and medic raced out to see him. I still couldn't
move. Then finally they started to load him on the stretcher and then I
moved. I hurdled over the railing and then sprinted towards the other side
of the field where they were taking him.

When I reached there they were loading him into an ambulance. I saw his
parents standing over by it talking to the paramedics. I ran over to them.

Mrs. Thomas saw me as I approached and through her arms around me. I
gripped her in a tight hug and didn't let her go. I heard the paramedic say
to Mr. Thomas that only one of them could travel in the ambulance with
Chris.

He looked at me and I nodded back. I started to pull Mrs. Thomas sobbing
away.

"Where are we going?" She asked hysterically.

"Shhh...just to my car. Mr. Thomas is going to go with Chris in the
ambulance I told him I'd bring you in my car following. Now just come on."

The whole way to my car she never let go of me. I could feel her body
freaking next to me but I wouldn't let her go. I felt tears coming to my
eyes as I watched her cry but I couldn't let myself get that way. I held
her hand and gave her tissues the whole car ride. It wasn't long as we
trailed the ambulance the whole way.

We rushed into the emergency room and Mr. Thomas was standing waiting for
us. He pulled Mrs. Thomas into a hug and she wept.

"Our baby! Our baby!" she exclaimed. Tears were pouring down her face.

He gripped her into a tight hug and just tried to calm her down. You could
see he was holding back his own tears for his wife. "They...they just took
him in. He's unconscious. They say he's knocked out pretty good they are
trying to prevent him from slipping into a coma or worse internal
bleeding."

At those words she wept even harder. I couldn't take it either. For the
first time during this whole situation I felt the tears release. I exhaled
hard and covered my face with my hands. I walked away from them feeling I
couldn't be near them at this moment. I didn't want them to see me like
this. I walked to the corner of the waiting room and set myself down in one
of the liner covered chairs. I curled up slightly resting my elbows on my
knees and covering my face. I just couldn't believe it.

It wasn't long before, I heard movement fill the emergency room. I looked
up to see that Mr. and Mrs. Thomas were in the opposite corner of the room
talking to someone from the hospital as the waiting room filled with
teenagers. Kids baring the Hightown red and white trampled in. Some in
their football uniforms, others in the cheerleading ones. I saw Ben and
Deb, but didn't make a move towards them. I just sat in my corner.

Then I saw her the blonde girl from the party standing there in a
cheerleading outfit with the letter C stamped on it. I didn't make eye
contact with her. It hurt me she was here, but I didn't care I wasn't
letting her get to me again. I just sat and continued to have my head in my
hands.

After a few moments I heard a kid shout, "Hey Paige, look who it is!"

I didn't look up but I could tell everyone was now facing my direction. I
kept my hands over my face and continued to act like I didn't noticed.

"You!" I heard the girl Paige shriek. "What are you doing here!?!"

I didn't move my hands I didn't say a word.

"Faggot answer me! Didn't we already go through this once before?" she
shouted.

I still ignored her and didn't answer. Biting my tongue...

"Answer me! Are you retarded too? Chris doesn't swing your way!" she
attacked again. I heard people agree behind her.

I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of my answer...

"Faggot you hear me! No one wants you here...not me, not them, not his
parents, and especially not Chris. Why don't think he stopped talking to
your gay ass? He hates you."

Fuck this! I looked up at her. I stared straight into her eyes and I didn't
back down. No emotion, no sadness, nothing. I stood up never breaking eye
contact. I then spoke inn a snarl, "If any of you or them truly cared about
Chris then when you entered this hospital and saw me, you would have
ignored me. You would have never made a scene like you just did. You're an
embarrassment. I don't care if you don't like me or what names you call me,
I care about Chris so I am here for him not you!"

I then turned and broke eye contact walking over to Chris' parents who were
sitting on the opposite side of the waiting room watching what was going on
in between sobs. My heart ached that they had just saw that. I leaned over
and looked at Mrs. Thomas in the eyes and grabbed her hand.

"Mrs. Thomas. I'll be back in 20 minutes I promise. Nothing more. I'm just
running home." I told her.

She looked at me and nodded. I looked at Mr. Thomas and he nodded at me. At
that I turned and walked right out of the emergency room door and to my
car.

It wasn't that I was giving up, it was I wanted to do something nice. It
was Thanksgiving Day and the Thomas' were stuck in the emergency room. I
couldn't let that happen. They're like family to me. I speedily drove to my
house making a 15 minute drive in 5. I ran into my house to see my whole
family gathered in the dining room with turkey being served.

As my mom saw me she hopped up and gave me a huge hug. "Kyle where have you
been? I have been worried sick."

At this moment in my own house I again let out the tears. "I was...I was at
the hospital. Chris got injured and I took his mom there. Then I sat, but I
don't want them to spend Thanksgiving there." I was blubbering all this.

"It's okay son. It's okay. He's a strong kid. He'll pull through it," she
said patting me on thee back.

"He better... I'm in love with him."

"I know. I know. Son why aren't you still up waiting for him?"

"I...I...I thought I'd grab some food for his parents." I stuttered. "No
reason for them to eat crappy on Thanksgiving..."

"Oh course! Of course! I'll make them plates!"

My mom then began rushing around and filling multiple plates with multiple
portions of everything! Once she was done she shoved them in my hand and
then looked at me like and any Italian woman would, "Go go! Make them eat
everything! No reason to go hungry. And Kyle tell them they are in our
prayers! He'll be okay, I just know it." She gave me one last hug and
basically pushed me out the door.

I sped back to the hospital and went in through the ER entrance ready to
face everyone. As the door opened I was shocked to see that it was
empty. There was no one sitting in it besides the Thomas' at a small
table. They were just sitting staring at each other. I saw a bag of ships
in front of them.

I walked over and laid the different plates in front of them without saying
a word. I took off the tin foil on them and set down the silverware and
napkins I had brought. I then pulled up a chair and sat in-between them.

We just sat in silence until finally I got up the courage to say, "Its
Thanksgiving. "

They looked at me.

Then I said, "Chris wouldn't want you to just sit here. You'll feel better
if you eat."

I finally saw Mr. Thomas pick up a fork and start to dig into a piece of
turkey. As it touched his mouth he gave out a low hum, and then said,
"Thank you" with a full mouth.

"No problem it's my pleasure."

I watched as they slowly started to eat. After a few minutes of silence
Mrs. Thomas finally spoke, "We are so sorry Kyle for what those kids said
to you. You know Chris would never..."

"I know... I know. I didn't let it bother me."

Then Mr. Thomas spoke, "We kicked them out Kyle. Right after you left. We
couldn't have someone talking like that. Chris would never..."

"I know...I know." I responded again.

"Kyle, he honestly loves you. I know he does," Mrs. Thomas broke down
saying.

At these words I couldn't hold on any longer I let go. Tears rolled down my
face and I couldn't bring myself to speak. Then is stuttered. "I love him
too. I love him so much. I screwed up so bad. I shouldn't have pushed my
views on him." I cried and cried.

Mrs. Thomas came over wrapped her arms around me and started crying too.

At that moment the doctor came over and gave a slight cough to get out
attention. "Mr. and Mrs. Thomas your sons condition hasn't changed. He is
still unconscious. However before we give him any medication to try to take
him out of this, we need to ask you a question. Is there any medication or
drugs or anything Chris might be on that would effect this process?

There was a pause . And then Mr. Thomas spoke, "No there is not..."

"Okay," the doctor said turning around.

Then it hit me. "Wait! Doctor! He could have steroids in his system." I
paused. Taking a big gulp because I doubted his parents knew this. "I'm not
positive but I know the coach asked them to start taking steroids... but I
don't know if he did." I reassured.

The doctor looked at me and said, "Son thank you. That information is very
helpful even if it isn't for certain." He then hurriedly walked away.

I turned back to Mr. and Mrs. Thomas and they were staring at me. I decided
I had to explain, "Back when Chris and I were together he told me that the
coach had approached all the seniors and told them they should take
steroids to give them the edge into college. Chris was considering it but
one night me and him fought over it and that was when we broke up. I told
him not to but he said it was his big shot into college. I'm sorry I never
told you I just was so broken up after we broke up I didn't think about the
consequences...Now I wish I had I love him so much..." I started to cry
again.

"Mrs. Thomas grabbed me again and said, "Kyle its not your fault, you just
did the right thing by now telling us..."

"Excuse me. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas..." The doctor began.

AUTHOR'S END NOTE: Alright Guys I have some news to tell you so that you
are prepared. At this point I am planning another 3 chapters for the story
until I bring it to a "temporary ending." The reason it is ending is due to
my schedule at the end of the summer will not allow for much writing.
However I'll try and write when I have free time, because I do have future
plans for the story that I really want to get to! So look around holiday
times and next summer, for updates. I am thinking about also starting an
UPDATE LIST by email AFTER CHAPTER 16 comes out so you will know when
exactly I update. Feel free to send me an email to writenowin@gmail.com
after chapter 16 to be put on this list. Enjoy!