Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2005 13:58:38 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dave Matthew <hop1ng4l0ve@yahoo.com>
Subject: In Flint 1

Disclaimer: If legally you can't read this story, I can't
stop you but the story will include things about gay/bi
actions about teens in high school. If you do not enjoy
reading things of that kind then don't continue any further.
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Heads up: This story is about a kid living a normal life at
a high school. He has a crush on one of his good friends but
doesn't know what to do about it. During the story
relationships will progress and there will be much drama
with in it. Please enjoy!


Chapter 1: School is Boring


     The school season had already started. It was beginning
to get cold outside. It's what happens when you live in
Michigan, November hits and its' already starting to snow.
Every ones summer tans have faded, and everyone is starting
to put the shorts away and wear the heavy clothes.
"Hoodies" or sweatshirts are the most common worn around the
school. Long pants such as sweats (usually worn on days you
don't really care what you look like), jeans, and khakis are
being worn already. It sad to see that summer has ended and
that there wasn't much of a fall.
     It was a typical day at Sleeping Bear Dunes High
school. There were mass number of people crowding the halls,
there were the sounds of lockers shutting constantly
throughout, people getting into yelling arguments over
pointless stuff, typical drama found in every high school.
     "Hey David!" someone shouted to me as I was getting my
French books out of the bottom of my friends locker. We were
all assigned lockers at the beginning of the year but mine
was so ridiculously inconvenient I shared a locker with my
best friend Eric. I turned around to see who it is, although
I was pretty sure I knew who it was by the voice I wanted to
greet them anyways.
     "Hey Molly how's it going?" I replied to her as she
gave me a nice friendly hug.  Molly was always like that, a
very physical person. She always touched the person she was
talking to, it made you realize how she was such a direct
person.  We were talking to one another as we were walking
to band hall where we usually go in the morning. It was a
boring conversation; she was talking about the latest gossip
about some people I didn't even know. I was one of few
people in the school that didn't care what happened to other
people, who certain people were, and also I didn't care what
anyone thought of me; which in my opinion takes much talent.
     Molly and I had parted from one another as she saw some
other people she wanted to talk to and I saw a group of
friends I normally talk to. I walked up behind my friend
Chris and put my arm around him, sort of like a backwards
hug to greet him. Everyone else had already seen me coming
and so they weren't surprised as he was. Chris was a senior,
although he was a senior he looked like he was to be a
sophomore. I mean I looked more of a senior then he did. He
was pretty short compared to me, he was about 5'8 and I was
almost 6'5. It was ok though because I would love to be
shorter then I am. People think it would be great being tall
and what not, I strongly disagree.
     "How's it going guys?" I said as I entered the circle
in which they were standing in. Everyone looked pretty
tired. Jessica greeted me with a hug as Molly did, but
Jessica was a lot taller then molly and was an easier task
to accomplish. Jessica also had long brown hair as opposed
to Molly who had fluffy blonde hair.  There was definitely a
difference.
     "You want to go to Spanish for me and I can go to
French?" Chris said jokingly. It sucked having a language
first hour. My French teacher wasn't the most exciting
teacher ever and from the way Chris talked about his Spanish
teacher, he wasn't any better.
     "How `bout we just don't go to first hour?" I said
smiling.
     "Sounds like a plan." He replied back. We did this like
every morning. We never wanted to go to first hour.
     After some conversation and catching up on one
another's lives, the first bell rang. The most dreadful bell
of the day; it signified that we still have 5 more hours to
go through after the end of class. The Spanish and French
classes were right by each other. There was a language area
of the school. All the classes that had to deal with any
sort of language were there. That included French, Speech,
English, and Spanish. It was right above the lobby of the
school on the second floor. The math and science department
was right above that on the third floor. And on the other
side of the school the gym, library, and history classes
were held. Our school was relatively small, but I have to
say it was a nice looking school.
     Chris and I walked to our first hour along with my
friend Eric. We had met him as we were passing through the
lobby. Eric and Chris didn't know each other, I mean they
knew each others names but that was about it. Eric had to
stop at the locker so Chris and I continued to our class.
     "You want to do something after school? After all it is
Friday and I don't have anything planned." Chris asked me as
we were nearing the end of the hallway where the classrooms
would stop us.
     "Yeah, we can go see a movie or something. Who knows we
can think about something we can do while were in class."
     "Alright sounds like a plan, do you have an extra
hoodie? This class is freezing at the beginning of the day."
     "Just take mine, it may be a little big on you but
whatever it will keep ya warm."
     "Thanks" he replied and with that we went into our
classrooms.
     I never minded to help Chris. The thing was I really
liked Chris. My first hour was also freezing but id rather
keep him warm although I wasn't the one actually doing it.
All I did all first hour was think about what we could do,
but while doing so I drifted off into a daze of how he
looked. Some may argue that he wasn't the hottest kid ever
or whatever but I wasn't a shallow person. When I like
someone its because of how they are, not what they look
like, but to me he was a very good looking person. He may be
short, but it was a cute kind of short. He ran cross country
this year, it was his first time doing so and the season had
just ended leaving more time for us to hang out. Although I
still had practice for Crew, Friday was our day off. While
the teacher at the front of the room was lecturing us about
the French verb "faire" which all I caught out of the entire
thing was it meant "to do"; I sat there staring off into
space and before I realized it the bell to leave had rang.