Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2005 11:01:28 -0400
From: S N <sum1plezzcall_911@hotmail.com>
Subject: Heavens_Just_A_Sin_Away, Chapter 12

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                    Chapter 12, Sin: Pride

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     A whole month had passed since my birthday party.  It was the day that
Byron was moving in and my life had begun to advance for the better I
believe.  Well, it would have been for the better if Trash wasn't out to
kill me.

     T-Boy had definitely gotten a little pissed at Byron moving in.  After
I delivered my 'good deed' speech about how I usually wasn't a caring
person and I wanted to change to become more caring T-Boy agreed.  Another
reason that T-Boy agreed for Byron to move in was because he had obviously
still failed to get enough energy to work.  T-Boy was so fucking lazy.  It
was clear that Byron moving in with money would take less pressure off him
to find a job.  Either way I agreed to back off T-Boy's employment so that
Byron could move in.  I sighed when he agreed, but then T-Boy had this
whole list of things that Byron couldn't do.

     He "Really" had a list.  He gave it to Byron as soon as Byron walked
in the door.  It was kind of funny to see Byron's reaction to the list.
His mouth had dropped open like he was being overwhelmed.  I laughed under
my breath.  Byron was an idiot to let T-Boy give him a whole set of rules.

     Byron read the rules out loud.

     "1 No Switchblades
       2 No Escorts in the house
                3 No Walking Around at Night
       4 No Trying to hook up with other Roommates "

     I laughed at that one.  It was clear to everyone that he was talking
about me.  T-Boy gave me this look as though wanting me to pat him on the
back for his clever idea.  I just laughed.  He was a fucking trip
sometimes.

     "Wait number 5 says that I have to do all the chores?"  Byron said
suddenly.

     I looked at Byron, "Don't follow that he's just lazy."

     T-Boy gave a slight mischievous snicker as though he had almost gotten
away with getting someone to do his chores for him.  It was crazy how T-Boy
was so lazy and then sometimes it was just fucking hilarious.  He was
"older, but he was catching a harder time then I was to settle into this
independent lifestyle.

     Byron had so much stuff.  The amount of things that he owned was just
incredible.  His valuables ranged from the fall collection of 'Denim &
Jeans' to some garbage things that nobody else used.  Byron collected these
retarded mugs that had the rudest logos on it like, "Whose Pussy Is That?"
and "Tough Titty, But Good Milk" on it.

     "So what's going on lately?" Byron had asked me, as he began to unpack
this tub of what seemed like hair grease.  It looked disgusting, because it
was so big.

     "Nothing really "

     "Are you serious?  I heard rumors "

     I suppose he would.  Brunswick had been gossiping about me for almost
a month now.  I had become the next 'thing' after Trash's cruel intentions
got exposed at my party.  Everyone was talking about me.  It was becoming
weird and very, very annoying.

     "Yeah, but the rumors are lies though," I explained, "Ever since Trash
I mean Mercedes, got ran out of town, there have been rumors.  Everyone got
everything mixed up about that night."

     "Yeah aren't you worried about that Mercedes girl though?" he asked,
"As soon as she left, a lot of crazy rumors been spreading around.  A lot
of people say that she left with plans of coming back to get back at you
one day."

     I nodded, trying to play it off like I didn't care.  I knew Trash
would come back.

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     It had been a month since Trash disappeared.  Her parents, her
siblings they all disappeared with her.  A normal person would say that her
family just moved, but with Trash, there was a rumor that she
'disappeared'.  No one in Brunswick liked her anymore and that was clear.
No one was even on her side.  Sampson, Yolanda (don't let me get started on
the bitch Yolanda), Medusa, Isis and all of the usual people who loved
Mercedes had left her side.  She left on the worst terms possible.

     It hurt my stomach to even think about what Trash had in mind for me.
I didn't like to think about it.  It was such a fucking dreary thought.
Besides Trash's bitterness, I found myself in a good mood.

     I was in a good mood, because now that Trash was gone, I was the new
"IT" thing.  I didn't have the scandalous brothers that Trash had, but it
seemed like my relationship with T-Boy was getting more attention then
anything.  Brunswick had never had a gay male couple.  Now that they did
have one, they didn't know how to react.  I knew a lot of people were
saying horrible shit behind my back, but no one said it to my face.  They
were scared that I might do to them what I did to Trash.  I found this kind
of funny.

     Big Rob, the captain of the football team approached me at lunch,
"Hey, Syn.  I'm Rob.  I just thought I would introduce myself since we
never really talked before."

     Stuff like that had been happening all month.  T-Boy seemed to love
the attention just as much as me because he was getting a lot of it too.
The girls flirted with him more because they knew they couldn't have him
(since he was gay).  The guys were jealous and I guess their way of getting
back at T-Boy was talking to me a lot more.  I knew they were only
pretending to flirt and I don't think T-Boy really gave a fuck if guys just
talked to me.

     It was so fucking weird! Everything was weird.  I had a whole group of
followers.  I could sit in class and say the dumbest, driest joke ever but
half of the class would laugh.  I had a couple of people trailing me
everywhere I went (including the bathroom) just so that they could be cool
since I was the new popular kid.

     "Hey," a voice came.

     I turned to see Shane walk in the bathroom.  He was with his friend
(the nameless one).  I wanted to ask the nameless guy his name but him and
I were sort of becoming friends (which was hard to tell since he never
talked) and it would have been mean for me to ask his name this far into
our friendship.

     "Hey, you two," I said, trying to sound impersonal since I didn't know
the guy's name.

     "Look what I found with your name attached to it," Shane explained.

     He handed me a letter.

     "Is it another "

     "I believe so.  This shit is getting crazy for real."

     It definitely was.  I was getting more and more love letters from my
'secret admirer'.  I had no fucking idea who it was, but who ever it was
had been intent on leaving me the letters in the weirdest ways.  One time
the person had actually had an old lady walk up to me in the street to give
it to me.

     "You say you found it?" I asked and looked at the letter.

     "It was in front of your locker when I went to see if you were there.
I figured you would be hiding out in the bathroom now since you are
Mr. Popular."

     I laughed.  I wasn't hiding in the bathroom.  The popularity and fame
hadn't got to my head that much.  I knew those people were fake and they
only wanted to use me to increase their self-esteems.  The difference
between Trash and I was that Trash obsessed on her self-appearance but I
just enjoyed seeing mine.  I didn't need it.

     "They're all losers," I remarked, looking at my image in the mirror.

     Shane sneered heavily, "Damn, talk about honesty."

     "Whose to say they aren't saying the same thing behind my back?  But
see when I get out there, it's all smiles and compliments.  So I got to be
fake to live in a fake world.  I hate it."

     I opened the door immediately to see a group of people.  A lot of them
had noticed me immediately, which made me look over to Shane in an "I told
you so" way.  They continued on with their fake talk and I continued with
my fake smile.  It was stupid, but it was really amusing to me.  It was
funny how people would go to any length to kiss your ass once they were
afraid of you.  A lot of people were afraid of me, now especially.

     I looked over at where Sampson was.  Yolanda was standing there with
him, talking and chatting.  Sampson still was acting real mean well not
mean, just unpleasant.  He still didn't forgive me for the verbal
accusations that I'd given to his mother.  We still said our 'hi' and
'bye'.  Even then, as he spoke with Yolanda he gave me a little wave and
continued on with his conversation.

My attention turned to Yolanda.  That bitch hadn't spoken to me about what
happened in a whole month.  I had tried to start an argument with her but
she just kept saying things like "We got what we want" and "Now you can
take Trash's place."  She was such a deceitful bitch.  Now, Trash was
crazier then ever and madder then ever at me, while she was let off the
hook without any attachments what so ever.

     Medusa had come up to me.  She had actually been one of the first
people to start sucking up to me.  Her 250+ frame and extremely angry
expression had caused me to think she would want to be the one to replace
Trash, but she seemed quite welcoming that I was now "King of Brunswick"
(in a way).

     "Didn't you hear?" she said, "Yolanda and Sampson are a couple now.
As of this morning "

     I turned to Medusa and gave her a questioning look.  She probably
realized that I had a little interest in the reason why Yolanda and Sampson
had been so close all day long.

     "Oh really?" I replied, crossing my arms in a disgusted reaction, "She
probably just couldn't wait till Mercedes was out of the picture "

     It explained so fucking much!  Yolanda liked Sampson!  That was a
weird thing, but then it explained why Yolanda was always friends with
Mercedes.  It was beginning to explain why Yolanda had gone through so much
framing and betrayal to get Trouble out of her life.  Yolanda definitely
wasn't the person I thought she was.

     Yolanda noticed I was staring at her.  She looked at me and smiled.
It was an innocent smile.  That was the part that hurt so much.  She was
STILL trying to play her little innocent role despite the fact that she
forced Mercedes to believe I was plotting against her.  Didn't Sampson
realize the kind of person that she was? He definitely was the worst judge
of character that I'd ever met.  Yolanda was a backstabbing bitch if ever
I'd met one.

     "She tries to play so innocent," Medusa whispered softly into my ear,
"She really isn't. I heard rumors that she is still dating some DJ."

     I laughed.  She was playing both sides of the game.  I felt it suited
Sampson for jumping in with Yolanda.

     "How sure are you about that?"

     "I guess I'm positive why?"

     I thought about it.  I had to help him. Sampson didn't deserve to be
with a lying bitch like Yolanda.  Sampson had gotten rid of treacherous
Trash only to wind up with Yolanda who was beginning to be even worse.

     "I don't like them together."

     I was being honest.  I was being brutally honest.  I hated the fact
that Sampson had gone from Trash to Yolanda.  I despised the fact that
Yolanda had taken no responsibility at all for what happened at my party.
She was playing it off innocently with her miniature height and bubble gum
flavored lipstick.  With Trash, everyone secretly hated her, but was afraid
of her.  No one was afraid of Yolanda, but then again no one hated her.  I
hated her now though.  I hated her for wanting Sampson and I hated her for
backstabbing me.

     "Me neither," Medusa agreed immediately, "Want me to beat her ass?"

     I looked at Medusa. I was amused at the beast that she was.  She was
kind of stupid too.  She was willing to fight for me and we had just been
on speaking terms for less then a month.  I knew she didn't care if they
went out.  Why should she? She only made it her business because I was
taking it so personally.

     "Um no thanks," I laughed at her straight-forward approach, "I want
something less invasive.  Can you do me a favor?"

     "Anything boss."

     Was it me or did she just call me boss? I was pretty sure she did call
me boss.  Did she think I was some mafia leader or something? I cracked a
smile at how slow Medusa was and then continued to speak.

     "Can you go talk to Tony Rivers," I said, "He is a friend of mine.  He
is holding this talent show for Halloween.  Tell Tony that I have a DJ in
mind for the show."

     Medusa nodded and went off to do it.  I know Tony Rivers would
definitely get the DJ I wanted.  He was the only openly gay guy in the
school besides T-Boy and I.  He had this crush on me, which had doubled
since I had become popular.  He was way too feminine for me though.  He had
this thing where he touched himself when he spoke and Tony breathed real
hard too.  Together, it just made him unattractive. However, he was just
another fan of mine that was going to do what I said.  I didn't exactly
have a plan yet about how I was going to get revenge on Yolanda but I knew
a good way was to get both boyfriends together.  I just had to hope that
Yolanda would take Sampson to the show without knowing her other boyfriend
would be the DJ it.  I knew that I was going to get my revenge on Yolanda
one way or another.

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     Dr. Lopez had called me to her office yet again.  Byron told me
everyday she wanted me to come.  As a favor to Byron, I had decided to
go. I figured I would only see her this one time.  Byron said that she had
been extremely eager to see me.  For some reason, that didn't surprise me.
I agreed.  I didn't think a visit would hurt at all.

     I looked around the office.  She still had my piano. The rest of the
office that she worked had changed though.  She had a lot more light
because the window was without blinds.  I had never noticed what a
beautiful view of the park had been captured in this room.  It was hard not
to get comfortable immediately, but I tried my best.  I didn't want to get
accustomed to this whole scene again.  My life was doing fine.  I was doing
better alone.

     "Hello Syn," she said with this bright smile as soon as I walked in.

     "Hi Doc nice redecorating."

     I sat in the new chair that she had. It was a stiff chair because it
was new leather.  I missed the old chair with the old, soft leather.  This
new leather was rough and just fancy for no good reason.

     "Thanks Syn, how have you been?"

     I looked around the room trying to notice more new things,
"Grrrr-eat."

     "You moved in with Byron, I believe. I wanted to thank you for your
kindness.  Byron was a very lost and confused person.  It was lovely that
you could extend your hand of friendship. He really needed your help."

     I looked at her blankly and nodded.

"Yeah "

     "Well Syn.  I know you have only been living with Byron for a day, but
how have your living arrangements been so far?"

     "Grrrr-eat."

     "How do you feel about him staying there?"

     "Great."

     "How about T-Boy? I understand that you two still are an item.  How
did he respond to Byron?"

     "He responded just great."

     That last part was a lie. Matter-of-fact, I was just saying whatever
came to my mind, which just happened to be a Frosted Flakes commercial.  I
could just imagine the tiger now because I didn't want to be there. I felt
uppity and on edge.  She didn't believe me before so why would she believe
me now?  What was the point of her even asking for me?

     Dr. Lopez must have realized that I was holding back. She began to jot
down some things.  It was really irritating how quiet she got all of a
sudden.  I looked at the piano. I actually wanted to play, but I couldn't
let her know.  I was tired of people misunderstanding me and Dr. Lopez
seemed like one of the people to do it often.

     "Syn please I want to help you.  I can't help you if I don't know
what's on your mind."

     "Want to know what's on my mind? I am wondering what the hell I'm
doing here.  I keep saying that I don't need you anymore before."

     "Syn, everyone needs a little help sometime "

     "Dr. Lopez, look around everyone isn't in this room. I am in this
room.
  Why didn't you call someone else who actually 'wants' your help?"

     I sounded bitter.  I wasn't bitter.  I was just being truthful.  It
was annoying to see that part of my old life was clutching to me still. I
had changed so much.  I had a boyfriend now.  I was the most popular boy in
Brunswick now.  I had my own house now.  I did it alone.  My life was in
decent shape, so why would I need Dr. Lopez?

     "Syn, I called you because I heard you may be in trouble."

     "Trouble?"

     "Byron told me.  He said that he wanted me to talk to you about the
girl Mercedes. I believe you refer to her as 'Trash'."

     I looked at her.  She had no idea what had happened to lead to the
whole incident with Trash.  Or did she?  I wondered if Byron told her all
that as well.  I didn't know what to tell her.  Mercedes promised she would
kill me.  Mercedes was guilty of a lot of things including bullying and
carrying a false image around Sampson, but I didn't take her as a broad
liar.  Still this was something that I could deal with alone.  I didn't
need Dr. Lopez.

     "You're listening to Byron now?" I said laughing, "Isn't he the guy
who tried to kill himself with a switchblade.  I wouldn't say he's the most
stable person "

     "Syn, you are being defensive.  Please, just tell me your feelings
toward Mercedes.  I feel like I can help."

     "Doc, who is Rousseau?"

     "What?"

     "Who is Rousseau?  See Mercedes wanted a teacher to ask me that one
time.  I never got why.  Who is Rousseau?"

     "Well, Syn.  Rousseau is a philosopher. However, lets stay on point
here.  Syn do you hate Mercedes?"

     "A philosopher of what?"

     "Religion and human ethics.  He believed that all humans have a
naturally good nature.  However, Syn let's keep on the subject here.  Are
you afraid?"

     I ignored her.  Why would I be afraid right now?  So many questions
were popping up in my mind.  I wasn't sure what triggered the intense
thought that was beginning to play in my mind.  All of a sudden, Mercedes
was such a small thing.  I could imagine Rousseau.  The things that he
thought were so complex and so wrong.

     "What defines good? If a bad act is justified, who is Rousseau to say
what is good or not?"

     I asked that while looking in the palms of my hands as though for
answers,

     "Syn please stay on subject.  Do you hate Trash?"

     "I hate Rousseau!"

     I stomped my foot hard on the ground to get her attention.  I
obviously didn't want to talk about Mercedes and she wasn't understanding
that.  How big was Mercedes really?  Sure she had her brothers to protect
her wants and needs, but without a mind to guide it, she was easily
backstabbed by the likes of Yolanda!  How much of a threat was Mercedes
really if she could leave her guard open like that?

     "What is your obsession with Rousseau, today?"

     "Obsession?  Why would you call it an obsession?  I want to know who
this fucking man was that decides what is good and what is bad.  If he says
that every man is born naturally good then this must mean that he has
defined what good is.  How can good be defined?"

     "Syn you don't understand what it means to be good?"

     She gave me a weird look.  It was a look that I had seen from other
people.  I had seen that look in the face of my mother when she thought
that I was a devilish child for being interested in a gay life.  My father
had given me that look when rumors had started around his work that I liked
boys.  I had never seen that look of pure judgment from Dr. Lopez until
today.  I knew by her look that she was suggesting something was wrong with
me.

     "No. I don't understand.  How can you box up the meaning of good?"

"Perhaps by saying 'boxing up' you mean define?"

"Hell yes! You people try to define everything.  Right now people are
trying to define me.  Mercedes defines me as a traitor.  That's all she
sees.  T-Boys defines me up as his boyfriend.  You are trying to define me
as crazy."

     "Syn, by 'you people', do you not include yourself?"

     She couldn't even deny the fact that she probably was thinking that I
was crazy!

     "No."

     "Perhaps you believe that you are special in a way.  Or do you believe
that you are different from everyone else?  Perhaps you think that you are
better then everyone else."

     The way she was saying it had made it seem like she was calling me
cocky.  I stared hard at Dr. Lopez.  We exchanged a challenging stare, but
she did not back down from her position.  Her hard gaze made me even
madder.

     "Are you calling me narcissistic?"

     "If you are not, why do you believe you are always right?"

     "I don't believe that.  I just believe that I can't always be wrong!
What is so fucking narcissistic about that?"

     She paused for a moment.

     "Perhaps you are angry at the world.  Is that why you are so evasive
of following popular beliefs? Do you think that people are wrong because
you honestly hate people?"

"I'm might dislike a few people, but I still like some.  I like Shane, I
like T-Boy and I even like Byron when he isn't trying to sneak into my room
at night to threaten suicide.  Are you saying that I'm a sociopath?"

She 'was' suggesting it.  She didn't say these things, but she was
suggesting things about me.  She was trying to make me think into these
parts of myself.  She tried to make me believe it. What the hell was wrong
with her?  Did it look like I had something mentally wrong with me?  Did I
look like I was a narcissistic sociopath?

  "I never called you a sociopath.  Its funny you would mention it though.
I just thought perhaps your outlook on everyone has to do with your past?
Syn, why come you never want to talk about your parents "

     "Perhaps perhaps perhaps!  Did you call me here to make presumptions
like 'perhaps he had a bad childhood so he doesn't trust people' or
'perhaps he had misguided emotions with his parents, which is why he looks
like he's about to go crazy!"

     I got up out of the chair and knocked over a couple of her papers on
the floor.  I pulled my facial expressions together until I looked just
mean and aggressive.  She kept staring at me, almost like she was trying
her best not to look afraid.  She had never seen this part of me.  She had
never seen the boy who was standing before her.  I had begun to circle
around the room.  I admit I was trying to scare her.

It was funny that this woman actually believed that I was crazy just
because I disagreed with her, Rousseau and a million other do-gooders in 10
minutes.  I knew she believed I was crazy.  I was finally beginning to see
the real Dr. Lopez.  Not even she was the person who I thought she was.

     "I'm not afraid of you, Syn.  I know you aren't crazy.  I never called
you that."

     I walked right up to Dr. Lopez until I was inches away from her face.
She stared back.  I could smell her sweat, though it hadn't formed.  I
could feel her fear though she didn't shake.  Her pupils were dilating

     "HA!"

     I pounced towards her and she jerked forward to breathe heavily.  I
stopped, just as our faces came close enough.  She had been overwhelmed
with fear.  I had proved something here.  I wasn't exactly sure what, but I
was going to figure it out

     "You did think I was crazy," I stated and I started to laugh.

     "No, of course not."

     "Then why did you jump?" I asked.

     "Syn, stop it. This isn't your experiment.  You are still my patient,
Syn."

She had no answer for it.  I back up and went back to my seat.  There was
such a deep thinking that was in all of this and suddenly it had all come
to me.  The reason why she was finding so many things to put on me and the
reason she had all these questions all boiled down to one thing.

     "You always said it wasn't about money.  You were right."

     She smiled.  It had pleased her to hear that.  I had always had my
suspicions in thinking that it was money.  Dr. Lopez always had such a
strong interest in me.  She always tried to make my problems seem well
worse, so that I can come visit her again.

     "It was 'never' about the money."

     "Pride. It was about your pride."

     "Pardon me?"

     "You called me back her for a reason.  I know your reputation.  You
are the doctor that never failed.  All of your patients needed you.  You
never failed to dissect someone's mind completely, until they became only
trophies to your greatness. You never had a patient that left without your
official release. You never had a failure until me.  I think that is your
case perhaps."

     She squinted her eyes at me suspiciously and then a weird smile came
up on her face.

     "Perhaps what else is in my case?"

     "Since you couldn't change the way I thought, you tried to put a
mental disease on it.  You tried to say I was a delusional with Sampson and
T-Boy. Today, you tried to say I had narcissism.  You tried to say I was a
sociopath. I don't have either.  I know it and you know it.  We both know
that I am just different."

     She looked at me for a moment.  Tears started to come down her face.
It was really weird.  She was looking at me with a complete disgust all of
a sudden.  I could not have imagined.  She looked so weak.  The rock that I
had been depending on for all these years had turned into a fiasco of
tears.

     Her whimpers were getting louder and louder.  I wanted to go wrap my
arm around her, but hey she was a psychiatrist.  She can offer support to
herself.  She didn't need me.  I got up and opened the front door of her
office.  The segment was over.

     "Syn, please I can still help you," she said crying.

     "Doc.  If you didn't know my mind was impenetrable by now, then you'll
never know.  Just give up on me, Doc.  I don't need you.  All the questions
that I needed to ask you were already answered within myself.  You never
helped me at all."

     "No. You need me! You FUCKING need me, you ungrateful piece of shit!"

     I looked back at her.  She was pathetic.

     "Good luck with Byron."


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     I went home that night without any solutions, but then again, I
realized I had no problems.  I went lay in my bed realizing that all the
times I tried to do what "Dr. Lopez wanted me to do", I had really been
doing what I wanted to do.  I should have felt sad since I didn't have
anyone left to analyze my thoughts but the truth is, I didn't need anyone.
I wasn't like normal kids my age and Dr. Lopez knew that.  The whole
Dr. Lopez thing had just showed me how strong I mentally was.  I should
have hated her for trying to paralyze my mind but I couldn't.

I respected the pride she had in work.  Even though, I felt like someone
who had been using a wheelchair, without knowing that they could walk all
along. I never needed counseling.  She just made me believe that I did.

I wasn't crazy.  I wasn't mean.  I wasn't conceited.

I was Syn. It was the only thing that I knew how to be.  I thought about
stuff that I didn't need to think about.  I took a lot of things personal.
I was gay.  I had so many different things that couldn't were me.  I came
in all shapes and sizes. There was nothing that could define Syn because
Syn was forever changing.

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     Halloween had come around quickly and T-Boy had gotten injured.  He
had some kind of weird accident where he had to jump out of the way of a
speeding truck.  He had ended up spraining his ankle and had to walk with
crutches for a while.  If T-Boy wasn't lazy enough without the crutches, he
was a lot worse.  Now that T-Boy had crutches, he had an excuse to be lazy
and he was milking up that excuse for all that it was worth.

     "T-Boy, are you coming?"

     "Yeah!"

     We had been waiting on him for almost an hour.  He was slowing up our
plans to get to the Halloween talent show.  I already didn't want to go and
T-Boy taking so long to get ready just made me not want to go even more.

     "Maybe he needs help," Byron suggested.

     Byron looked at Shane.  Shane looked at Byron then they both looked at
me.

     "Fuck that, I been up and down those stairs all day," I stated and
raised my voice, "T-Boy hurry the hell up!  We're already late!"

     I guessed I was trying to make T-Boy be more independent. T-Boy
finally came down the stairs.  He was dressed in some kind of football
gear.  It looked ridiculous on him because it wasn't really a Halloween
costume.  He was wearing his actual old football gear.  He had said there
was no point to really go all out and I immediately agreed with him.

     As soon as he saw me, he asked, "Baby what are you wearing?"

     I looked ridiculous.  Shane and Byron were both there.  Shane had
dressed up in some dancing gear since he was performing in the talent show
and Byron had put on to black lines across his face.  He said that he was
too grown to wear an outfit and that it took away from his whole sex
appeal.  I rather have been performing in the talent show or have regular
clothes on with two black lines across my face then what I had on now.

     "It's Byron's fault," I hissed, "He said that now that I was popular,
everyone was going to care about my outfit."

     "I'm sure they will," Shane laughed, "Once we find the rest of it "

     Shane had been laughing this whole time.  He had made some corny
sexual references when T-Boy was upstairs, but now that he was down he just
stuck to corny jokes about my costume.  I looked so fucking retarded.  I
liked it better when 98% of the people in the school didn't know who I was
and didn't care.

     The costume was an Egyptian costume.  Or at least it was supposed to
be.  Byron had SWORN he knew a lot about fashion since he had been gay for
so long.  He made me my outfit, from scratch (it still looked like it was
in the whole 'scratch phase').  I had no shirt on and basically anything
else.  He had cut pieces of ivory silk out in little square pieces and
drafted them along a belt.  The pieces of clothes were enough to cover my
penis and my ass crack.  It seemed like that was all they covered however.
I had to shave just so my pubic hair wouldn't show, but my ass was
basically showing from the sides, while their cheeks were hanging from the
back.  I WAS NAKED!

     "T-Boy, do you think it looks good?" Byron asked.

     Byron had been a good boy, none-the-less.  He had been very friendly
with both Shane and T-Boy despite the dynamics of distrust around the
house.  T-Boy didn't seem to trust either Shane or Byron for some reason.
The attitude was vice-versa.  However, they all seemed to be acting out a
whole mirage of happiness even though I could tell they didn't like one
another.  It was better then how Byron used to fight with his adopted
brother all the time though.  Normally I would have resented the fakeness,
but (truth be told) since it benefited me, I didn't care.

     "Only Syn calls me T-Boy," T-Boy corrected and then said, "But I don't
know about the outfit.  Maybe you should have made him a vest or something
"

     "It would make him look like a genie."

     "Well he looks like his name should be Spectacular or Pleasure or some
other stripper name."

     Byron looked disappointed that everyone seemed to be in agreement
about my outfit.  He probably didn't put enough fabric on my whole costume,
but it did seem as though he had a lot of hope in it.  I guess, I was
either feeling like walking around nearly naked or I was trying to make
Byron feel better.  He did try to commit suicide once.

     "Its not 'that' bad. Plus, I can give Brunswick something to talk
about."

     "Great!"

     We exchanged smiles.  Besides the fact that T-Boy didn't like the
outfit, he seemed to stare at it really hard.  Matter-of-fact, since he had
come down the stairs, he hadn't stared at anyone but me.  I knew he
secretly loved it.  I guess that was the point that Byron was trying to
make with the outfit.  It was shock value.

     My body was in shape now, so I figured I had nothing to really worry
about anyway as far as that was concerned.  I finally got my six packs
(which I got just because T-Boy loved to rub my stomach) and my biceps were
protruding underneath these Egyptian armlets I bought.  I had gauntlets as
well.  I guess if King Tut was a little freaky, he might be caught wearing
something like this.  It wasn't too bad hopefully.

     I turned around and realized that all three guys (strangely including
Shane) had begun to concentrate on my ass.  I turned back quickly and
noticed their faces jerking away

     Talk about shock value.  Well it would be an interesting night

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     We drove to the school.  It was so fucking cold outside and since I
had basically nothing on but a notebook sized silk piece to cover my front
and back, I definitely was hyperventilating.  Even with all of that to deal
with, I had to basically carry T-Boy to the car.  I was sure he just wanted
to be close to me though because he kept saying crazy stuff.

     At one point he whispered in my ear, "I think it's about time we took
this relationship to another level."

     I laughed.  The fact that I still didn't have sex with T-Boy had come
to surprise to a lot of people including T-Boy and I.  We both just seemed
comfortable not having sex.  I guess we didn't want to because we didn't
know where it would lead.  We were so comfortable.  It felt like how it
used to be a while ago when we were just friends that fooled around.  Now
we were just friends that fooled around but with a title.  Sex might
complicate things

Both my ass cheek were hanging out and I prayed to god that the wind didn't
blow and reveal the jockstrap that Byron told me to wear underneath the
folds of linen because boxers would have 'ruined the cause'.  I didn't see
what the cause of this was except how many admirers I could get by the time
the night was over.

As soon as I got out the car, I noticed the crowd of people.  Their faces
were useless blobs of nobodies.  I came out of the car first to just make
everybody get their first view of me so that they can enjoy the rest of the
night without gawking.

Unfortunately, it didn't work like that.  First, Isis had come to say hi to
me and then a gang of people were coming to say hi to me.  Nobody 'said'
anything about my outfit, but they all saw it.  They were gawking.

"Have you seen Yolanda?" I asked Isis, to recall her attention from my
crotch area.

"No hopefully she doesn't come. I just seen that DJ she goes out with.  I
wanted to warn her, but I guess its too late now. Yolanda's going to be
caught if Sampson and the DJ see one another."

I watched as Isis then disappeared and one by one each of the people who
had come had went to go talk about me in their own separate cliques.  I
didn't mind that they were talking about me because I knew they still
wouldn't say anything to my face since they thought I was responsible for
running Trash out of Brunswick.

     "Why do you want to see Yolanda?" Shane asked, a little distracted.

"Which one is Yolanda?" Byron said; a little confused on the names of the
people who form the school.

"She's my cousin," I answered, "She's the little short traitorous bitch.
If she comes she should be with T- Boy's brother, Sampson. They are a
couple."

I wanted to squirm at the fucking idea.  What did Sampson see in that
backstabbing gremlin girl?  I wish I could talk to Sampson but we still
weren't exactly on speaking terms.  I knew he was avoiding me in school as
well.  It didn't matter because if I did speak to him, he probably wouldn't
have listened anyway.

"Sampson, the boxer?" Byron asked and when we nodded, he looked excited,
"God damn Sampson's hot.  He is too hot to be in a fucking boxing ring."

"No.  Sampson's a cornball and I'm glad that he's out of our lives," T-Boy
said bluntly.

Byron laughed, "The only person I hate that much is my ex."

I looked at him.  T-Boy and I exchanged looks.  He then looked away
quickly.
  It was definitely weird how Sampson and T-Boy had that ongoing feud
going.  I knew that they had sex, but sex wasn't a reason to feud about.  I
began to wonder if I would ever know the reason why Byron and Sampson just
hated one another.

Shane patted me on my shoulder, "Speak of the devil "

I looked up and Yolanda was walking.  She was walking hand-in-hand with
Sampson.  Sampson noticed me but he didn't say anything.  He just stared at
what I was wearing (like everyone else did), then looked at T-Boy and then
disappeared.  No one really paid them any attention.  They faded into the
background, going inside the large building to take their seats.  No one
really liked them together since it was going around that I didn't.

"Why are you looking like that?"  Byron asked and then laughed.

He was always laughing now.  I guess it didn't take Dr. Lopez long to break
through his mind and manipulate him.  Byron, who was a guy that had once
been full with depression and full with the deepest lust had now become
this humorous, carefree guy who seemed to laugh anytime he could.
  The laughing was getting annoying, but I had to give credit to Dr. Lopez
that she really was succeeding with Byron.

"I am just thinking about some stuff," I said, wondering if Byron really
had changed.

"About me?" T-Boy asked smiling.

     I smiled.  No, about Byron.  Byron seemed to look a lot different,
too.
  I mean, he really did look the same, but the fact that he had gone back
to being the guy he was when I first met him was fantastic.

"Syn "

I turned around to see a guy in a Dracula costume.  He handed me a letter.

"Some guy called here earlier and told me to give you this," the man said.

T-Boy took a limp towards the man in the Dracula costume.  He looked like
he would have choked the guy up if he wasn't in crutches.  I didn't blame
him.  If someone gave T-Boy love letters all the time, I'd be pissed too.

"Who sent that shit? Answer me!"

     "I don't know; it was just a phone call.  The guy disguised his voice.
He said it was important for the truth to come out."

     The guy in the Dracula left.  He was sort of scared of T-Boy, which
was just hilarious because T-Boy was temporarily paralyzed.  I looked at
Byron and Shane.  They both had blank looks on their faces.  They almost
wanted me to open the letter.  I didn't want to open the letter. I knew the
person would just be talking shit about my relationship with T-Boy and
T-Boy didn't seem like he wanted to hear it right now.

      T-Boy was looking at the letter as well. Then he turned to point at
Byron, Shane and I.

     "You might as read it!"  T-Boy started saying, "Someone here knows
whose writing these fucking letters!"

     "What?" I asked, "Why would you say that?"

     "That guy in the Dracula suit is Cassidy Houston. I saw his phone
number on the 'dialed calls' list on the phone earlier. Why would someone
from the house call Cassidy?"

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