Date: Tue, 14 Jul 2009 12:32:41 -0400
From: ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: Losing Kevin  Chapter 1

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Losing Kevin     Chapter 1



"Who's that guy with your brother?" Devin followed Paul's eyes to the other
side of the cafeteria. He noticed Kevin walking beside a boy he had never
seen in school.

"I dunno." He shrugged his shoulders and continued eating his cold fries,
hoping Paul would forget about Kevin and continue his discussion of who was
the hottest girl in their sophomore class.

"I don't think I've seen him before," remarked Paul. "He looks like a girl
to me."

Devin looked more closely at the boy. He was shorter than Kevin, and his
blond hair cascaded down the side of his face. He'd occasionally brush it
aside as he laughed at something Kevin would say. He did appear rather
feminine in his appearance.

"Kevin better watch it," warned Paul. "People are starting to wonder about
him. He's really changed this year."

Devin cast a scornful look at his best friend. "Shut up, Paul," he muttered
angrily. "There's nothing wrong with Kevin."

Paul stared into Devin's irate eyes. "Whatever you say," he replied. "I'm
just telling you that people are starting to talk."

Devin looked at his twin brother, now taking a seat beside the new boy. "I
know," he acknowledged.

Kevin had changed recently. They had been inseparable for sixteen years,
but suddenly Kevin had become quiet and withdrawn. He spent countless hours
trying to get his brother to open up, but the harder he tried, the more
Kevin pushed him away.

Being an identical twin, he thought that he and Kevin shared similar
thoughts. Since he could remember, they had a secret bond that only twins
could share. Their mother's pet phrase for them was 'two peas in a pod.'

When Devin fell from a tree when he was eight, Kevin came barging into the
house minutes later, aware that something serious had happened. He cried
that he had felt a pain in his right arm and he knew something had happened
to his brother. Eerily, Devin returned hours later from the hospital with
his father, his right arm in a cast. Devin and Paul had been climbing a
tree, and he had fallen six feet to the ground.

When they were in the seventh grade, it was the first time that they didn't
share the same classroom. Instead of one teacher, they now had six subjects
and a different teacher for each class. They learned quickly that they
could adopt the identity of the other and confuse their teachers.

Devin's favorite subjects were math and science. Kevin excelled in English
and history. On more than one occasion, one twin would show up to take a
test for the other. They were successful until one wise teacher suspected
what they were doing and called out the other twin's name. Kevin responded
before he realized that he was supposed to have assumed the identity of
Devin. A phone call home insured that they never again played the same
prank.

Since that time Kevin's hair was cut short, while Devin sported a longer
style. However, they were identical in appearance. Both boys had
experienced a growth spurt in the ninth grade. They now stood just a little
over six feet tall. Their hair was light brown, and they had dark brown
eyes. They were considered cute by the girls in their school. Devin loved
the attention, but Kevin seemed to shy away from the advances of girls. It
was this that confused and bothered Devin.

**************

"Holy shit!" Cameron looked across the cafeteria. "I'm eating at the table
with you, but you're over there." His eyes widened as he looked at Kevin
and then across the room at Devin.

Kevin held his mouth and giggled. It was a reaction he had experienced
hundreds of times. "That's my twin brother," he managed to say after he
stopped laughing at the surprised look on Cameron's face.

"You two look just alike," he said as he continued to look back and forth
at them. "That's freaky."

"We're identical twins," Kevin informed his new friend. He looked across
the table at the boy with long blond hair falling across his
forehead. Kevin had looked over several times as they were eating and
watched him brush the hair from his eyes.

He had met Cameron during his second period geometry class. Kevin had been
trying to fight sleep as Mr. Shepard droned on and on about sines and
cosines. He was awakened fifteen minutes into the class when the door
opened and a boy he'd never seen walked in. He immediately noticed the long
blond hair and blue eyes. He was short, and he was dressed in baggy jeans
and a black hoodie.

Kevin snickered when he noticed that the new boy's hoodie had been turned
inside out. He knew what that meant. The sweat shirt contained something
deemed inappropriate for school, probably the name of a band or an obscene
emblem of some kind.

He watched as the boy handed Mr. Shepard a schedule and waited patiently
while the teacher wrote his name into his grade book. When he was finished,
he handed the paper back and told the boy to take a seat. Kevin watched as
his eyes scanned the room, before noticing the seat in front of him was
vacant. Their eyes met as the blond haired boy strolled slowly down the
aisle and dropped into the seat in front of him.

"Well, Mr. Williams?" He heard the teacher call his name. "What is the
answer to my question?" Kevin looked anxiously around the room. He had been
admiring the brown streaks in the boy's hair in front of him, and he hadn't
been paying attention to what was being said in class.

"Negative two," the boy before him whispered.

"What?"

"Say negative two," the boy whispered once again.

Kevin looked down at his paper and wrote -2. "The answer is negative two,"
he said apprehensively. He held his breath while Mr. Shepard stared at him
from the front of the room.

He let out sigh when Mr. Shepard smiled and said, "Excellent,
Mr. Williams." He then turned and began writing on the blackboard.

"Thanks," Kevin whispered to the boy before him.

"No sweat," the kid whispered back.

Mr. Shepard turned and announced that the rest of the class would be
devoted to working on the remaining problems in the book. The class moaned,
and then there was the noise of chairs being moved. Students were permitted
to work together, as long as they worked quietly.

"Can I work with you?" The blond boy turned and looked pleadingly at
Kevin. "The teach didn't assign me a book yet."

"Yeah, sure," stammered Kevin. The boy scooted his chair beside him and
extended his hand.

"I'm Cameron Lynch," he smiled. Kevin noticed the even white teeth,
probably the result of years of torturous braces.

"Kevin Williams," he replied as he tentatively took the boy's hand and
shook it. The boy grasped his hand and held it longer than necessary. Kevin
wasn't aware of it until he realized that to others in the room it might
appear as if they were holding hands.

"What page are we supposed to be working on?" Kevin inquired. Cameron began
to giggle.

"No wonder you didn't know the answer," he laughed. Kevin began to
blush. He could never tell Cameron the real reason he hadn't been paying
attention.

"I hate this class," Kevin said. "Mr. Shepard knows I'm struggling and he
intentionally picks on me."

"Don't worry," reassured Cameron. "I'll help you."

"You don't even know me," replied Kevin, staring into his blue eyes.

"I know enough," said Cameron knowingly. They sat quietly for a minute,
looking at each other. Cameron was the first to speak.

"Page sixty four."

"What?"

"Page sixty four," he restated. "We're supposed to be working on the
problems on page sixty four."

"Oh, yeah." Kevin opened the book and placed it between them. After finding
the page, they began to work the problems. Cameron worked quickly,
answering them with ease. Kevin watched him, and then placed his pencil to
the paper with such force that the lead broke.

"Damn it," he swore under his breath. "Why is this shit so easy for
everyone but me?"

Cameron looked worriedly at him. "I said I'd help you, Kevin." He then
moved his chair closer, causing their legs to touch lightly. He shoved his
paper in front of Kevin. "Now pay attention."

Kevin tried to concentrate on what Cameron was explaining, but all that
flooded his mind was the hot touch of their legs rubbing against each
other. He felt that Cameron was intentionally moving his leg against his,
but he was unsure. It could have just been a nervous reaction to their
closeness.

He gasped when Cameron leaned over to illustrate a problem, and in doing
so, placed his hand firmly on Kevin's thigh. Kevin flinched and looked
quickly around the room to see if anyone had noticed.

Seeing his nervous reaction, Cameron withdrew his hand. "Sorry," he
muttered.

Kevin looked into the boys blue eyes. "It's alright, really." He assured
him. "Just not here." This brought a smile to Cameron's face.

"When then?" Cameron giggled flirtatiously, realizing that Kevin wasn't
repulsed by his action.

"Silly," Kevin grinned. He was quickly becoming enamored by the charm of
the boy beside him. He felt a feeling beginning to resurface that he had
hidden for over a year; a feeling that he couldn't even share with his twin
brother.

**************

"Hey, Devin."

Devin leaned in and kissed the cheek of the girl who had just sat down
beside him.

"Hi, Ashley." Paul waved timidly as she rolled her eyes at him.

She reached down and grabbed Devin's hand. "Are you still taking me to the
movies Saturday night?"

Before he had a chance to respond, Paul interrupted, "What are you going to
go see?" Can I go with you?"

Again, Ashley rolled her eyes and looked pleadingly at Devin. She wanted
them to go alone, but she knew that Devin would invite his best friend to
join them. Apprehensively, Devin shrugged his shoulders and said, "Yeah,
sure." He she was disappointed when she withdrew her hand from his.

"Can't you find a date?" She snipped. "The dog pound is open until six."

"Ashley, please," Devin begged. It wasn't the first time that she had
insulted Paul. Ashley was the first girl that he had seriously dated, and
he found it difficult balancing having a girlfriend and maintaining his
friendship with Paul. He and Paul had been friends for over twelve years
and he wasn't ready to break the bond they shared. He had been trying
unsuccessfully to wean Paul away while he began a steady relationship with
Ashley.

"You're so fucking funny," Paul scoffed. "Make sure you make it back to
your cage on time." He pushed away from the table and walked off angrily.

"I wish you would stop being so insulting to Paul," Devin chided
Ashley. "He's my best friend."

Ashley leaned in and kissed his cheek. "Well, I'm your girlfriend," she
cooed.

Kevin shook his head. "I still think you should treat Paul better."

"Alright." She kissed him again on the cheek. "If it's so important to you,
I'll start being nicer to your boyfriend." She started giggling as Devin
cast an angry look at her.

"Oh, silly me," she placed her hand over her mouth. "I forgot, you're not
Kevin."

"Don't go there," warned Devin. Ashley had been suspicious of Kevin ever
since she tried to get him to date her best friend, Sherri, and Kevin
refused.

There was an awkward silence as they continued to eat. Ashley was a
beautiful girl, and she was well aware of it. She had been pursuing Devin
since the eighth grade. He finally relented, and they began dating
occasionally a year ago. This year she had made it her goal to get Devin as
a steady boyfriend, and she had succeeded. She had convinced Devin to
engage in heavy petting on the sofa in her parent's den, and had once given
him a hand job; but her ultimate prize was to get him to have sex with
her. However, Paul's ever presence had prevented her from consummating
their relationship. She had hoped that her insulting behavior would drive
him away so she could have Devin to herself.

"Isn't that sweet?" She said sarcastically. Devin looked up. Ashley's eyes
were narrowed at something across the cafeteria. "Your brother has found
himself a boyfriend."

Devin glanced at Kevin sitting next to the new kid. Their arms were
touching as they talked animatedly. To a casual observer, it did appear
that they might be boyfriends.

"Who's the new kid?" She asked. "I don't think I've seen him in school
before."

"Beats me," Devin replied as he looked at the boy sitting next to his
brother. He could tell by the way they were looking at each other, that
they were more than just acquaintances. Anger consumed him, but he couldn't
understand why he was feeling resentful toward the person who shared his
own blood. He knew he was losing Kevin, but he didn't understand why.

************

"Hey, again." Cameron beamed as he sat down beside Kevin in Spanish
class. "This is great. We have two classes together." He scooted closer,
letting their knees touch lightly.

"Fuck off!" Devin cast him an angry look and got up and walked to the other
side of the room. Cameron watched in astonishment. Timidly, he arose and
followed him.

Placing his hand on his shoulder, he said softly, "What's wrong? I thought
we were going to be friends." Devin turned and looked down at Cameron's
hand.

"You got one second to get your fucking hand off me, Fag." Cameron's eyes
widened with surprise. He couldn't believe Kevin was treating him so
rudely. He then noticed that the boy before him had longer hair than the
one with whom he had eaten lunch.

Realizing that he had approached the wrong twin, he muttered, "Sorry," and
then he turned and walked back to his seat. He looked at Devin who was
staring at him with an angry expression. He was confused because he thought
that Kevin's brother would share the same friendly behavior. He was
wrong. Throughout the remainder of the class, every time he looked at
Devin, he was met with an intimidating stare.

Cameron had become used to intimidation. He was the victim of physical
abuse at his former school. He had made the mistake of misinterpreting
another student's friendliness. They had shared a gym class together, and
for weeks the other boy had engaged in playful behavior with Cameron. He
was constantly grabbing him and wrestling him to the ground. He would grind
his body into Cameron, pinning him in various awkward positions.

Thinking that the boy was sexually interested in him, Cameron lingered
after class one day as the boy showered. He stripped his gym clothes off,
and then entered the stall where the boy was washing his hair. He didn't
see Cameron enter and approach him. With his hands shaking nervously,
Cameron came up behind the boy and wrapped his arms around him, taking his
soft cock in his hands.

The boy turned and hit Cameron in the face, knocking him to the
ground. "You mother fucking fag!" He shouted. He then began to unmercifully
kick Cameron's limp body, lying nude on the cold concrete floor. He left
him bloody and unconscious. It wasn't until the next class came in and saw
his beaten body. An ambulance was called, and he was taken to the
hospital. He remained there for three days, recovering from the serious
wounds that had been inflicted on him.

News spread quickly and rumors began to fly. When he returned to school, he
was immediately labeled the school fag. He couldn't walk down the hallway
without someone slamming him into a locker. His book bag was stolen, and it
was later found burning inside a trash can. The verbal assaults were
unmerciful. People forgot his name. It now became faggot, queer or
cocksucker.

He withdrew into a shell. Afraid to venture out alone, he became a recluse
in his own home. His mother was worried because his health began to
deteriorate. She was a single parent, and Cameron was her only child. She
struggled hard to make ends meet, and Cameron only added to the pressure
she was feeling. One night she sat him down and made him tell her what was
troubling him. Two tearful hours later, Cameron confessed to her that he
was gay and told her of the abuse he was experiencing at school.

One week later, they were packed and moving to a new life. It was her hope
that her son could start anew.

Cameron shuddered when he looked at Devin. The old fears surfaced. The
abuse he had suffered just weeks earlier surged forward once again. Earlier
in the day, he felt that he had made a friend. Now he knew he had to be
careful. He had to protect Kevin and himself. He didn't want the same
situation to occur once again.

When the bell rang, he got up and walked to the door. Devin walked beside
him as he exited and pushed him into the door, hurting his shoulder. He
winced in pain as he watched Devin walk away.

He stopped in the hallway and looked at his schedule, trying to figure out
where his next class was located. He jumped when someone walked up beside
him and tore the paper from his hand.

"Let me see what you have next." He looked up to see Kevin reading his
schedule. Careful not to make the same mistake again, he looked up at
Kevin's short brown hair.

"Cool," Kevin said excitedly. "You have history with me. You're going to
like Ms. Strickland. She's a good teacher." Kevin threw his arm around
Cameron's shoulder and started to lead him down the hall. He stepped away
quickly, causing Kevin to withdraw his hand.

"I can find it myself," he said rudely. "I don't need your help." He walked
quickly away, leaving Kevin perplexed as to why Cameron's behavior had
changed so suddenly. It was only an hour ago that they had laughed and
joked in the cafeteria. Now he seemed cold and distant. He trailed behind
Cameron as he walked down the hall. His head was down and he seemed
dejected.

Kevin ran up beside him. "What's wrong with you? I thought we were going to
be friends."

Cameron looked up as tears appeared in his eyes. He spoke sullenly. "You
don't need friends like me." He wiped his face with his sleeve, turned and
continued alone down the hall.

*****************

"Hey, Retard." Devin was in the driveway of their home shooting basketballs
in the rim on the garage. He usually made it home about twenty minutes
before Kevin. Paul had gotten his driver's license three months earlier
when he turned sixteen, and he had bought a used car with money he had been
saving for several years by mowing neighbors' lawns. Since he also
chauffeured two other friends who lived several blocks away, he always
claimed that there was no room in the car for Devin.

Kevin, however, knew the real reason. Paul didn't like him. He never
did. He and Devin had formed a friendship since they were about six, and he
was seldom invited to join them. Paul's friendship was one of the few
things that he and Devin didn't share. He'd asked Devin many times over the
years why, but Devin would shrug his shoulders and say, "Dunno."

As he grew older and became more sexually aware, he began to suspect that
Paul had a secret crush on Devin and didn't want to share his
attention. Sometimes when he'd watch him obediently follow Devin around,
Kevin would find it amusing and ironic that Paul had picked the wrong twin.

Devin tossed the ball at Kevin. "I told you not to call me 'Retard'
anymore." He hurled the ball back to Devin.

"Why?" Devin threw it forcefully back. "I've been calling you that since we
were kids."

Kevin gave his brother an angry look. "Because we're not kids anymore,
that's why."

"Ooohh," Devin said sarcastically. "Kevie's becoming a man."

"Fuck you, Devin." Kevin took the ball and shot it at the basketball
rim. It sailed through the air and entered without touching the rim.

"Nice, shot." Devin ran and retrieved the ball and threw it back to his
brother. "Twenty-one?" Kevin removed his shirt and they played basketball
for the next half hour. When they finished, both boys were tired and
sweaty. Kevin walked around the back of the house and sat in a chair on the
deck. Devin disappeared into the house and returned with two cans of soda.

"Here, Re.." He stopped suddenly and grinned. "My man."

Kevin tried to act angry, but he let a smile creep across his face. He was
happy that he and Devin had spent some time together. Since he had begun
dating Ashley, he spent more time at her house or talking on the phone. He
rarely had time to devote to him anymore.

They sat quietly for a few minutes, basking in the warm rays of early
fall. Devin turned to Kevin and asked, "You know, Ashley is still bugging
me to get you to date her friend, Sherri." He looked at his brother who was
lying on the chaise lounge with his eyes closed.

"Did you hear me?" He asked when he got no response.

Kevin sat up and looked over. "I told you I don't want to go out with
Sherri."

"Why? She's really pretty." He added quickly, "But not as pretty as
Ashley." Kevin looked over and rolled his eyes.

"Forget it," said Kevin as he lay back and closed his eyes.

"Come on, Kevin," pleaded his brother. "I promised Ashley you'd double date
with us this Saturday."

"No," insisted Kevin.

"Please," begged Devin. "Don't you get tired of doing it by yourself?" He
made a gesture as if he were masturbating.

"Like you get any," laughed Kevin. I hear you at night."

Devin's face reddened. "Well, it won't be long. I can tell Ashley wants
Little Devin." He grabbed his crotch and tugged on it.

"Little is right," giggled Kevin.

"It's the same size as yours," replied Devin. "We are twins. We got the
same equipment."

"Maybe we do," said Kevin. "But right now I'm not interested in putting
mine in a girl."

Devin studied his brother intently before speaking. "I'm not sure you'll
ever be interested in that."

Kevin looked angrily at his brother. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Forget it, Retard." Devin stood up and stared down at his brother. "I'm
beginning to wonder about you. Maybe Ashley is right." He turned and
entered the house.

Kevin began to worry if his brother was close to finding out his secret.

***************

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