Date: Wed, 06 Aug 2003 17:59:08 +0000
From: Matt417 _ <dressedtokill41787@hotmail.com>
Subject: It's Gonna Be Love - Chapter 4

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It's Gonna Be Love - Chapter 4
By Matt417


The waves crashed on the rocks as thunder rumbled in the sky. Darkness fell
and the only sources of light were the moon and the lightning. Even in
these conditions, I saw a figure swimming in the water. The animals knew
better than that, so it must've been a human. The figure turned to me.
There was a bright light, and the figure began to glow, then float in the
air. There was a blinding light, and I brought my arms up to my face. When
I looked again, there was a man walking on the water. JESUS?? I must be
dreaming. I walked towards the figure, and waved my hand in the air. The
man had a bearded face, with tanned skin, wearing a white cloak.

"Arise and take the Child, and go into the land of Israel; for those who
sought the Child's life are dead." he said.

"What are you talking about??"

"It is finished!" he exclaimed.

"What's finished?" I asked. I was so confused.

"When Lysias the commander comes down, I will decide your case. Be not
afraid. They will cast their stones at you, they will insult you and spit
at you, but you must decide if the kingdom of heaven is worth such
torture."

I just shook my head. He was speaking in English, but I had no idea of what
he was trying to say.  All of a sudden, everything disappeared. I close my
eyes, and when I opened them, I was lying on a chair, wearing swimming
trunks. Beside me in another tanning chair was Ryan.  He, too, was in
swimming trunks. We seemed to be in the middle of a sub-desertic
area. There was huge road, more like a highway actually, and I could make
out a vast city.

"Hey Kyle, when did you get here?" Ry asked.

"Umm.. just now, I guess. Where are we?"

"Baghdad."

"What??"

Just then, I saw a B2 bomber fly past us, dropping bombs.

"AHHH!!"

The bombs fell and exploded all around us, but not on us. I was panicking,
but Ryan only laughed.

"Relax, Kyle. They can't hurt us. It's only a dream."

"Oh. Well I may as well enjoy it. Come here, Ry. Can you pour some lotion
on my back, please?"

He came over to me and I turned over and he applied the lotion to my back,
massaging me. The sensations he gave me put me in a state of bliss.

"GET UP KYLE!!!!"

I almost jumped out of my bed that morning.

"Mom?"

"Is this how you are every morning? Getting up late and leaving your room
in a mess?"

"Mom, when did you get home?"

"Last night... actually no, this morning at 2 am. Does that count as last
night?"

"Thanks for waking me, Mom. Trust me, today's the first time I've slept in
late for a long time."

"Okay, I trust you. Now go shower and eat your breakfast. I brought some
poutine from Montreal."

AW! Nasty! I'm not gonna have poutine for breakfast. That's just asking for
a heart attack.  I got showered, ate TOAST and MILK for breakfast, and got
ready for Ry to pick me up.

"Hey, babe." he said, and kissed me on the cheek.

"Mom's home, so careful now, ok?"

"Sure thing. You ready?" he said.

"Yep, let's go."

Ry is rich, like I said. He doesn't admit it, but come on, any teenager
that OWNS his own Mercedes Benz Kompressor is not exactly middle-class. We
got to school in no time since Ry drives at like 120 km/h on a 60km/h
road. It's a miracle he hasn't gotten in an accident yet.

"You really should slow down," I said.

"I thought YOU were supposed to be the wild one."

"Well, I don't wanna die."

"I don't want you to die. But don't worry, I'm a good driver. It runs in
the family."

"Really."

"Yeah, my dad was a racecar driver. Drove in the Molson Indy a few times.
And I only drive fast when there's no one on the road and never fast at the
intersections."

I was surprised. It was the first time I'd ever heard him talk about his
father. I sensed that deep down, he had issues with his dad, but he kept
them secret and he seemed to like it that way.  I didn't want to push him
to tell me about it, so I let him take his own pace. At least now he was
starting to open up. It was a good start.

Ryan and I walked over to our lockers, which were right beside each other,
since we got to choose our own lockers. We got my books for first periods,
and regrouped with our friends in the atrium.

"Hey, Kyle, are you still going out with Michelle?"

"Yeah, we're still goin' out. It's great."

Ryan looked at me with a genuine hurt look. He pulled me aside.

"Ry, I thought we had this figured out. I thought we were gonna pretend."

"I know, but I just don't feel comfortable. It hurts even though I know
it's not true that you're going out with Michelle."

"Okay, I'll try my best to avoid the Michelle and Barbie topic. Come on,
the bell's gonna go any second."

I wanted to kiss him goodbye, but I knew it was out of the question.

"I love you," I mouthed.

"I love you too," he mouthed back.


Our relationship became harder and harder to keep secret. Most of the time,
we wanted to be all over each other. We wanted to say "I love you" without
having to mouth it, without having to go home so that we could kiss. Why
should we go out of our way to do things privately when every other couple
in the school made out casually in the hall? It wasn't fair.  School can be
so shitty sometimes.

"I wanna kiss you," I whispered one day before class.

"I know, but I don't think you're ready to come out."

"Are you?"

"I'm used to people calling me a fag."

"No you're not, that was a long time ago."

"Only a year ago. I really want to be open with you in public. I want
everyone to know that I'm with you. I wanna kiss you in front of the whole
school. This school is so bigoted, I want to be the first to come out. Then
maybe other gay guys and girls at our school won't be so afraid of
accepting who they are. I can get used to the name-calling, but people have
never suspected you.  Would you be ready for it?"

"You're right... I wouldn't."


Our planning for the Hawaii trip went well. We were going to stay at a
really nice resort close to Honolulu. It was right next to the ocean, on
the beach, with tons of things to do. The price was ridiculous, and I knew
I couldn't afford it, but Ry assured me that it was his gift to me. I
needed to find something to give him in return. But what do you give your
boyfriend as a gift?  Powertools?? I wanted to get him something, but I
wanted it to be meaningful. Plus, he already had a nice set of
powertools. Ahem... yeah, I went looking for everything.  Jewellery,
clothes, games, electronics, furniture, books, watches, DVDs,
umm... wallpaper. But none of these seemed to be good gifts to give him. I
eventually bought him a stereo and made him a CD.  Shutup! I know what
you're thinking. But it was a good stereo at least and a REALLY good CD. I
held on to them because I didn't know when to give them to him.

A bunch of us were having lunch when I asked Cam,

"Did you hear Tamara Williamson is a lesbian?"

"No, I don't even know who she is."

Actually I just made up that name.

"What do you think?"

"It's cool, I guess. I got nothin' against dykes."

"How bout fags?"

"Got nothin' against them either. Hey, it's just the way they are. No
biggie."

One down, 1499 to go (there's 1500 people at my school).

I spent almost 2 weeks gathering information. I 'surveyed' about 100
people, mostly the popular people from Grade 12, on what they thought about
'Tamara Williamson' and gay people. About 70 of them were okay with it,
particularly the girls. They didn't oppose gays but they weren't about to
join a Gay/Straight Alliance either. Around 10 of them were really
supportive because they had gay friends who didn't go to the school. There
were 12 people who opposed it though. They said they didn't like the
idea. 5 people said they'd beat the shit out of any gays they found.

The results really surprised me. Only 17 people really opposed it. The
other 80-something people were with me though. If Ryan and I did come out,
it wouldn't be nearly as bad as we'd thought. I kept this information to
myself though, so that I wouldn't put Ry's hopes up. I still didn't know if
I was ready to come out to 1500 people and anyone they ended up telling.


The Christmas break approached ever so slowly, but it did arrive
eventually.  Ry and I were like little boys on Christmas morning, ripping
gifts open. We were at the airport a couple hours early, and couldn't stop
shaking. This was gonna be the trip of a lifetime! Going to a resort in
Hawaii with my boyfriend, and our room even had a basketball net! You know
when you're either really nervous or excited, and your leg starts to shake
uncontrollably? That's what I had. I heard from somewhere that when you do
that it means that you're sexually frustrated.  Right.  Anyway, the very
moment I stepped out of the airplane, the heat and humidity punched me in
the face. Or at least, according to Ry, that's what it looked like from the
expression on my face.  When we got out of the airport, we looked for our
cab, which turned out to be a limo, courtesy of Ryan's mom. We were driven
to the resort shortly after we arrived. The luggage was also taken to the
resort an hour later. I was so glad when I found that the beach was almost
completely deserted.  At last, we could be totally intimate with each other
without having to worry about getting caught.  I never found out why the
resort was deserted until we came back. I saw that Ry had taken advantage
of the resort's no-deposit reservation and had reserved every room in the
resort 8 months ahead of time using some clever techniques.


On the first night, we had that great romantic candle-lit dinner I had
always dreamt of, and basically we just talked about anything. But all of a
sudden, Ryan gave me a curious look.

"What is it?" I asked.

"What is it about me that you love? What did I do to deserve someone like
you?" he asked.

"That's a simple question. It's 'cause you're hot." I joked, laughing at my
own 'wittiness.'

"Really, though."

"Hmm... You're sweet, you understand me, you care about me, the way you
act, just the way you make me feel when I'm around you."

"What, that's it?"

"And you're hot."

"That's better." he said, smiling.

I leaned in to kiss him. I didn't care that the waiter was watching and
that the creepy desk person had been staring at us from the moment we sat
down for dinner. Ry kissed me back, and that was one of the greatest
feelings I've ever experienced. He didn't care who saw us, we didn't know
what people would think, we just knew that we loved each other.

That night, we both got naked as we headed into the private jacuzzi in our
room. We pretty much just relaxed there, there was no sex, and there was no
need for any. I had already decided that I wanted sex to be meaningful, but
relaxing with Ry was just as good, if not better. We fell asleep that night
in each others' arms, and no we didn't drown. We lay there without a care
in the world except for each other.


We woke up the next morning, feeling very relaxed. We had been sleeping in
a jacuzzi, but we decided to shower anyway. I suggested taking a shower
together in order to "economize water usage". After all, I thought the
resort wasn't doing very good business that season since it was
deserted. Like I said, I figured it out when we got home.  Ry just
snickered at me, and said jokingly,

"Then take those boxers off and show me how good of a scrubber you are,
econo-boy."

I had some of the most memorable moments of my life in Hawaii. Ater we
started to get a feel for the resort, we went out site-seeing. Eventually,
the days passed. It's true, time really does fly.  Soon enough, it was our
last night in Hawaii. We went on a tour that day and snorkeled for a while.

The sun was already setting, and I tried to appreciate the view and the
weather as much as I could. January in Canada isn't exactly tropical
weather like it is here.  There would be a few centimetres of snow
already. But here, in the evening there's a light breeze and the sand is
still warm from hours of absorbing heat in the daytime. I'd buried Ryan in
the sand, and only his head was poking out.

"You're mine now." I said.

"I can still spit at you."

"Spit in my mouth."

I opened my mouth wide, and to my surprise, he spit.

"AH! You're disgusting. I should wash out my mouth you're so dirty."

But instead, I kissed him.

"Here's your spit back." I said.

Our tongues fought for control over each other, but I let him win this
time.

"I win." he said triumphantly.

"You're the one buried in the sand," I said.

"This is making me sleepy..." he said in a daze.

"Me too." I said.

"No! You have to stay away or I'll be stuck in the sand!"

"Hahahaha. Good point."

I began to fake-snore.

"No! It's not funny. I'll be stuck here forever."

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.

"No, as long as you're here."

"Maybe I'll visit from time to time."

"You know what? It's okay, some hot Hawaiian surfer boy will come to my
rescue. I don't need you."  he joked.

"I don't see anyone else out here to help you. And I don't think you'll
find any potential boyfriends at the resort."

"That's a good thing." he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I only wanna be yours. Always."

The gentle sound of the tide awoke me in the morning. The wind was cool,
and the sun was dimly lit.  I rubbed my eyes open and saw my beautiful
lover staring me in the eyes. I gave him a smile, and he returned it. We
just lay there, our eyes wandering each other's body. My fingers found
their way from his shoulder to his washboard stomach. They trailed his abs
and went back up to his face. I caressed Ryan's face gently and leaned in
to kiss him. We lay kissing and for the first time in my life, I didn't
care what time it was, and I didn't care how long I lay there with him.


We were back home by the evening, and my mom wasn't home, so I just slept
over at Ry's. His mom wasn't home either. I was right. There was about five
centimetres of snow on the ground, and the temperature had fallen to -2
degrees celcius.

We were in Ry's living room, lying on the carpet next to the fireplace.

"I have a surprise for you," I said.

"What is it?"

"I'm not gonna tell you."

"Oh come on, that's not fair. And don't tell me we're going back to Hawaii.
It was beautiful, but I'm too tired to go back so soon."

"No it's not a trip. Well, it's large. Silver... it's not a car though. I'm
not that rich. It's umm..."

"A stereo. I know. Umm.. I sorta took a peak in your closet while I was at
your place."

"Oh."

"Shit, I ruined the surprise didn't I? You wanted it to be a surprise."

"Well, yeah, kinda," I admitted.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. There's something else."

"Really? What? Actually, no don't tell me yet. It's a surprise, right? I'm
catching on."

"You've been naughty. Looking through my closet? We'll just have to wait
until tomorrow for you to get your surprise."

"Okay, I deserve it. But you know how much I hate surprises! Tell me this
at least: Is it a good surprise?"

"Good going, Ry, you've just jinksed it. You could always use source X to
find out what it is."

"Haha, very funny, boy."

We just laughed it off, but I could see that Ry was eagerly waiting for the
first day back in school so that he could see what surprises were awaiting
him.


"How come you get to surprise me this time?" he asked.

"Cause you're the one who always seems to be giving me stuff." I answered.

"AWWW Jesus, fucking Christ, you're killing me here!"

"Haha, it's what you deserve! After going through my closet. Who'd you
expect to find in there?  Ricky Martin?"


School started off easy. The teachers were being nice because we'd just
gotten back from the break. After every single period, Ry asked me when he
was gonna get his surprise.

"Be patient," I told him.

"I'm trying," he grumbled.

I went to Cameron and our friends, and told them about the plan. They were
very surprised, to say the leaset, but they agreed to cover my back.

By the end of fifth period, I was a nervous wreck. I had to give him his
gift. It had to be today.  The CD was far more important than the stereo,
even though there was only a single cheesy-sounding song on the it.

I tried to find Ry in the atrium where we always meet. I got out of class a
few minutes early, but Ry was still there waiting for me.

"Hey," I said nervously.

"You're a nervous wreck." He said.

"It's that obvious, is it?"

"Don't worry about it. So where are you taking me to give me this HUGE
surprise?" he said almost sarcastically.

I took out my Discman, stuck THE CD inside, and plugged in the headphones.
The school bell rang, indicating that the school day was over, and students
poured out of the classrooms.

"Nowhere. I'm not taking you nowhere. Here, put this on." I told him.

He put on the headphones. I could hear the music playing.

	Oh, kiss me
	Beneath the milky twilight
	Lead me out on the moonlit floor
	Lift your open hand
	Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
	Silvermoon's sparkling
	So kiss me

I knew it was time. This is the boy I love. I knew it from the moment I
kissed him. It might have taken a lot of time for our relationship to come
to this point, but it was totally worth it. If not for Ryan, I would've
hidden my true emotions for my whole life, never letting anyone see the
real me. Ryan showed me that I could live the way I wanted, not living in
fear. You only live once, so live while you can.

I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He looked at me in
surprise. Passers-by started to stare at our little display.

"Do you want this?" I asked.

"Yes." he answered smiling.

So I kissed him, he kissed me. And we didn't stop.

Literally hundreds of people had gathered around the atrium. Our kissing
was enough to bring chaos to order. Students yelled and screamed, running
around spreading the news, gathering more people.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"OH. MY. GOD."

Students dropped their books, girls brought their hands up to their mouths,
which were wide open in awe. Guys stood staring at us, frozen.

We didn't care, though. Not anymore.

"No regrets, right?" he asked.

"No regrets." I said confidently.

"Then let's show'em what they've been missing."


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