Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2005 21:03:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeff harrington <jeff_harrington1974@yahoo.com>
Subject: In the Neighborhood/Chapter 1 (Gay Male/High School)

This story isn't entirely about sex, I actually like a little background
and story. I will get around to the sex, but it won't be until later. But I
hope you will stick around and read it,you might actually like it.
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Chapter I -- New Neighbors.


      I hadn't had a very good year; school had been bad, mainly due to my
best friend moving away to a new school.  That had upset me more than
anyone else around me knew.  He had been the first boy that I ever had a
crush on.  Ever since we were little I always had a crush on him.  When I
finally got up enough nerve to tell him my feelings for him he turned me
down, practically crushed my heart when he said that. He could have freaked
out or even beat me up, but he didn't.  We had been friends for far too
long for that to affect him, thank goodness. We were still friends and
emailed each other about once a week. That doesn't replace having him here
though; I can't play video games with him or try and sneak a feel while
watching movies late at night.  I think he caught on to that, but never
tried to stop me.  Damn I miss him.

      My thoughts were like this on a cool summer day when I was writing in
my journal and feeling miserable about myself and how I would be doomed to
be alone for the rest of my life when they happened.  I lived in a cul-de-
sac and the house, which oddly enough, once held the boy of my dreams, was
right across the street from me.  I saw a moving van pull up in front of
it.

      At first I was angry; no one should ever live in my friend's house
again.  No one in my mind would ever be worthy of it.  I decided to
continue to write in my journal and act like no one was over there. It was
when I heard youthful voices that I looked up and saw three boys. The
youngest was probably ten, the blonde one, very gorgeous, was my age and
the one who had to be the oldest, was probably sixteen or seventeen, he was
Asian and well built, he was obviously adopted, but the blonde caught my
eye.

      "New neighbors!"  the voice behind me said. I must have jumped a
foot, I didn't hear her at all, "Sorry." She laughed.


      "Yeah right." I said back.

      "Why don't we say hi, it looks as if she's a single mother too, maybe
we could help her move?"

      "I...uh, I don't know."

      "How would it look if only I went over there and you didn't? Bad
first impression I think."  She said in her voice that suggested I do it.
It was one octave away from a direct order. I wasn't going to win this one
so I gave in. Now all I had to do was control my nervousness and not make
an idiot out of myself.



      The blonde turned out to be Brit and his hair constantly fell in
front of his eyes, which seemed to drive his mom crazy.  The youngest one
was Alex, but he preferred Lex and the cute Asian boy was Brandon. I wanted
so bad so say something more to Brit, but I couldn't seem to get passed hi
with him, he was very quiet.  Not the shy type of quiet mind you, but the
`Get away from me' quiet.  I couldn't help but look at him, he was
beautiful, and he had the brightest blue eyes I had ever seen.

      It seemed to take forever to unload all of those boxes and furniture;
all of us were tired and starving. The mom's ordered some pizzas and I once
again tried to make conversations with Brit. No good, I couldn't get passed
yes or no with him.

      A perfectly good afternoon had been wasted, one which I could've
stayed in my own house and be depressed and self-loathing.  On our way back
I managed to catch Brit before he went back into the house.

      "Say, I have some video games in my room if you wanna..."

      "I thought you would get the hint," he said annoyed, "I'm not
interested, so stop asking me alright?  Why do I always get the freaks?"

      With that said he slammed the door on my face and left me standing at
the doorstep. To say I was in shock was an understatement. Walking back to
my house I thought about my behavior today. Had I been that obvious? Or was
he just really sensitive to it? Maybe I wasn't that subtle about it, after
all I stared at him quite a bit. Might not have been too hard to catch onto
what I was thinking.  Was it a bad sign that the first day of summer
started out so bad?



      I woke up early the next morning, made a pot of coffee, the smell
always woke mom up. She preferred it that way, said it was always better
than any alarm clock that could be bought.  After mom left for work I
thought it was going to be one of those `me' days, all alone and left to
think. I was planning on either sketching or writing, but as it turned out,
the television drew my attention and I vegged out until almost noon when a
knock came at the door.  I had a hope that maybe Brit changed his mind.

      "Hey." said Brandon.

      "Oh, hi come on in." I said.

      "Expecting Brit?" he said.

      "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it."

      "It's alright, that's one reason why I came over, the other one was
to see if the offer of the video game extended to me too." Brandon said.

      "Yeah."

      "I have to explain something about Brit," began Brandon, "he isn't a
bad guy he's just frustrated is all. You see he keeps getting hit on by
boys and he doesn't like boys. You just turned out to be the straw that
broke the camels back is all."

      "So you saw the whole thing?" I asked rather embarrassed.

      "Not really, he was grumbling about it later and I caught most of it.
 He really is a decent guy once you get to know him."

      "I'm starving, you want some lunch?" I asked.

      "I'm very hungry, sounds good to me."

      "All I have is peanut butter sandwiches and sweet tea. Mom hasn't
been to the store yet." I told him.

      "Sounds good to me."

      In between bites we talked about the latest games and I filled him in
on the neighborhood.

      "Can I ask you a question?" Brandon said.

      "My scar?" I said to him.

      "How'd you know?" he asked me.

      "It usually comes up sooner or later; I don't mind talking about it."

      "A couple of years ago," I began, "my mom's old boyfriend had picked
me up at school. Had I known he had been drinking I wouldn't have got into
the car with him.  He had been driving rather recklessly when he turned got
distracted by something across the street, he swerved and hit a light post.
I got tossed out of the car and got a piece of fiberglass stuck in my
neck."

      "How'd you not bleed to death?" Brandon asked.

      "It was a streak of gook luck actually, it didn't hit any major
artery in the neck, plus it was in there such a way that it actually
prevented me from bleeding. In a way it saved my life."

      "Well, it looks cool. Can I touch it?"

      "Sure go ahead." I said, "Everyone thinks it's cool, but no one wants
to go to the trouble of getting one."

      When Brandon touched the scar it sent chills through my body, the
scar was more sensitive then the rest of my neck. I couldn't help but
shiver, because it felt good. The truth was it got me excited, it wasn't
any type of sexual touch at all, but I had never been touched before,
sexual or otherwise. I was getting turned on and had to squirm and try get
my crotch in a more comfortable position. Out of the corner of my eye I
started at his eyes, they were large and deep brown, he had full lips and
they looked to be so soft to kiss.

      "How about another game of Soul Caliber II?" Brandon asked.

      I agreed and most of the afternoon was spend playing games, he went
home about two o'clock and mom came home shortly after.

      "Glad to see you made a friend." Mom said.

      "Yeah." I said back. The rest of the evening I had my mind on
Brandon, but old fears kept on creeping into my mind. Was he straight? If
he wasn't would he even be interested?  Would I get my ass kicked if I told
him? So much to think about.


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In the neighborhood and all characters copyright Jeff Harrington 2005.
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