Date: Tue, 16 Nov 2010 22:17:20 +0000 From: Chris Killey <lonelyroad@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: The Lonesome road - Part 2 The usual, this is a work of fiction, based loosely around my life. If you are under 18 you should not be on this site anyway. Please enjoy. The Lonesome Road - Part 2. My other two lessons went by in a blur, I barely got the workload done before they finished, All I could think about was him, when the teacher spoke it was his voice I heard. Even when I looked at a diagram in my biology, it was his voice I saw. I know I sound obsessive, but not only do I have someone to actually relate to in this tiny hellhole by the sea but he is a walking wet dream as well! As I got to the small cafeteria I just managed to grab an apple and find a seat before the place became as overfilled as it normally is. People normally avoided me, I made that quite clear on the first day, they all knew the unspoken rule, "Sit next to me and suffer my uncomfortable glare" fools... After a few moments Jensen came in, his golden hair glinting in the little sunlight that intermittently penetrated the dull grey clouds, once again a vision of beauty. Though I daren't say anything to him, I wasn't going to ruin my one chance at some form of companionship in this place. Once he made himself comfortable we chatted about the project, we decided to do a prose horror, it turns out we were both admire Lovecraftian works, could this guy get any better? "So have the locals bugged you any more?" I asked, If only to make small talk to keep him around. "Yeah, kinda, I just get funny looks off them now and they constantly whisper to each other, does that happen a-lot?" he sighed, his delicious accent flowing from his lips like silk from a weaver. "Sadly yes" I shook my hear "Sometimes I miss the larger schools, if only for the anonymity they offer..." "Yeah I know what you mean..." After that we both drifted off into a bittersweet reverie for a moment before returning to the cold world again. Suddenly an idea struck me, "Hey Jensen, what are you up to tonight?" "Uhhm, nothin' as far as I know" "Do you want to come round to my place tonight? We can work on the project more there." "Sure, sounds good" he grinned at me flashing his murderous smile again, " Where do you live? "You know the new-ish house on the outskirts?" "Yeah, It's like the only new thing in this place" "Yeah, tell me about it, well that's my house. So I'll meet you there at about ... seven-ish? He looked at me incredulously then smirked again, "yeah, sounds good." We chatted a bit more about nothing really, just how school was going and all too soon my time with him was over until seven. Unlike the start of the day my final lesson lasted forever, it was maths and I couldn't even get my head around the simplest equations, it didn't help that the teacher droned on for hours about how to work out X from Y. All I could think of was why the hell do we need to know this? Eventually, after much forced concentration on my own part I struggled through the lesson to the end of the day. As I got to the gates, bike in hand, I felt someone grab my shoulder. "Shit!" I shouted as I spun round and saw Jensen laughing his ass off. "Ass!" I shouted playfully at him, laughing. We both laughed at each other for five minutes before we calmed down enough to get a grip on ourselves. "Hey listen" Jensen gasped, " How would you like to come to my house for dinner tonight?" "Eerm..." "Aww, go on! Please? We can go to yours afterwards to work if you really want to." Sighing I gave in, I can never say no to cute guys! "Fine, but as long as we can go back to mine afterwards, I have everything we need for the project there." "Awesome!" he almost shouted, smiling again, melting my heart. Taking out a piece of paper he quickly jotted his address and mobile number as well as 6:00 circled repeatedly. "See you there!" he called before shouldering his bag and walking down the pavement at a brisk pace and ashamedly my eyes went downwards to his obviously toned ass moving up and down in perfect synchronisation. Shaking my head I headed home. Getting out of the shower, I patted myself dry and wrapped the towel around my head before choosing a pair of denim jeans and a striped shirt to wear to Jensen's tonight. Looking at the time on my phone I noticed that it was almost time to go. Putting my phone, wallet and keys in my pocket I left the house and cycled to Jensen's. I approached his house, it was a white bungalow with an extension built onto the side, a refreshing difference to the uniformity of the rest of the street. Walking up the brown wooden door my palm was sweating. I raised my balled fist. Well that's it for chapter 2, I apologise for a ridiculously short chapter and the massive wait, I'm ridiculously busy at the moment! You wouldn't believe it! Thank you to all those reading and those of you who sent me messages, I read and cherish each of them, even though I may be too swamped to reply! I am looking for an editor, someone to read through each chapter before it's posted, give advice on the story line and to give me a good kick up the rear end when I am late posing a chapter as well! If you feel like you're the guy for the job please send me an E-mail. Also if you want to send a comment about the story feel free, what would you like to see happening? I love hearing from you all, honestly! The address is, as always: lonelyroad@hotmail.co.uk 'till later Chris P.S, Chapter 3 is coming, I promise!!