Date: Sun, 16 May 2004 00:34:30 -0400
From: Witty Writer <radames501@hotmail.com>
Subject: Goodbye and Hello - Chapter One

Foreward: Unlike many stories, this story is completely, 100% true.
Everything in this story is totally unchanged, with the exception of
names which have been changed for privacy.  So without further
babbling... enjoy it.


Chapter I


You know that age-old story of where the teachers falls in love with
the student, or the student falls in love with the teacher?  That story
where both know that it will never work out and it's wrong, and yet,
something compels either one of them, or both of them to give in to the
urge, and break through that PC barrier that draws the line between a
safe and healthy relationship and something that can be construed as
wrong, immoral, or corrupt.  Well, what if I told you I was a sucker
and I fell for it; what if I told you I was a sucker and I was forced
to give in to the urge?  What if I was the one to try and break through
that barrier and cross that line?  What if I fell in love?

It all started so suddenly.  Never would I think that anything like this
could EVER happen.  You see, where I come from, I'm not popular.  Well,
no, let me rephrase that.  I'm not "popular."  There's a difference
between the two.  I'm very well respected, and I have a lot of friends,
and a lot of good friends that are very close to me.  A lot of people
look up to me for a lot of reasons, no single reason similar to another.
The thing is, though, that I'm not one of the cliched "popular" kids that
have it all, and have millions of friends and a long line of girls just
waiting to get at them.  Well, actually, that last part is somewhat true.
Sad to say, there's quite a list of girls I could have at the snap of a
finger.  That is, if I didn't like boys.

I guess you can call me Trevor.  Most people do, with the exception of a
few close friends who call me Trev.  I'd bore you with all the physical
statistics about me, but you really don't want to know that I'm about
5'10", just barely 140lbs, brown hair, eyes that change color with what
I'm wearing (yes, it's true, but mostly they're green), and... well...
I guess an ok build, though I often wish it could be a lot better.
Basically, I'm a dork.  Well, not your typical dork.  I'm a dork just
because I enjoy one thing way too much to the point where I become
engrossed in it and end up blabbering all about it to someone who
probably doesn't care... You see, I'm in love with music.

But I'm getting off topic, and all that doesn't matter.  What matters, is
him.  Well, not him, but HIM.  You see, I have some friends who have come
to look up to me for guidance when they came out, and looked up to me for
someone to talk to about anything since they find it amazing how ok I am
with who I am and amazing how everyone respects me for that.  One of my
teachers has actually confronted me about this, and quite respectably
said to me one day after hearing my friends pick on me (like they always
do out of fun) for being gay, and associating that with being feminine,
and said "You know what's best about you?  It's that you don't let that
get to you.  I'd have killed someone if that were me.  But you don't let
it get to you.  That's awesome."

So anyways, these friends; they look up to me and respect me.  They always
know that if they have a problem chances are I can help them out.  But
what was different is that this time, he went to one of them, because he
didn't know me.  Not just any he, this is the big he.  He, as in HIM.
He's a junior, and I'm a senior.  Age difference, I know, but who cares?
It's not a big one, and I'm ok with it, because why shouldn't I be?  The
thing is, he's gorgeous.  And he's "popular."  And he's gay.

It's crazy because he didn't even come to me.  He got a friend's
screenname through a chain of people just to find someone to talk to, and
possibly hook up with.  Myself, I don't agree with the whole "hooking up"
scene (I find it morally and ethically disgusting), but he was different.
He stopped.  My friend gave him my screenname and... he stopped.  We
talked.  And that's when it happened.  I, the teacher, fell in love with
him, the student.

Everything that I'd done to protect myself from love for the past 18 years
of my life suddenly dissolved.  It was crazy, because I kept saying to
my heart "Don't let me fall in love!  Screw the happy ending, it's too
much work defending the fortress I have made around my heart!"  And I did.
I've protected myself from the pain we all know love can cause.

This is a story of the teacher who fell in love with the student.  The
student, barely 5'8", brown hair and the most enchanting hazel eyes ever
seen by man, and a smile that could send chills through your soul, and
set your heart ablaze with its simplicity and warmth.  This is a story of
love that never should have been, but love that always will be.  This is
a story of the boy down the street, who you never knew lived there until
suddenly he became all that you ever wanted in this world.  But most of
all, this is a story that began with goodbye, and ended with hello.

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So there you have it... the beginning of a [long] story... easily ten
chapters left, probably more like fifteen though...

All comments, good or bad, and all feedback good or bad are most welcome
and in fact, the more you send, the faster I write for you... so send me
e-mails at radames501@hotmail.com right now and I'll be very happy!

That's all for now... :-)