Date: Fri, 9 May 2008 15:38:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: N H <nonetheless18@yahoo.com>
Subject: Loving You Tenderly 1

This Story is a Work of Fiction. The names and the characters are not
real and are made up. This is male love male story so if you don't like
this kind of story then LEAVE now! I am not going to say that 18 stuffs
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Loving You Tenderly
(Joshua)

I stood outside of my friend's house while I rang the door bell again. I
don't fucking know what was holding him back this time. He himself told me
that he is going to do it today.  My friend Joshua Mendez is always there
to help me out. He asked me two days ago if I could come to him in his
first job interview, and even if I have lots of things to do I told him
that I would willingly go. I showed up 30 minutes early because I don't
want him to be late, but now that I've been standing here in their front
door, the feeling of leaving the deep shit behind goes to bubble through my
stupid useless brain. As I was about to walk away, the door opened slightly
and there Joshua stands with his suits on. I laughed hysterically seeing
him dress in a formal suit. Joshua gave me a mean stare and punches my
shoulder. He then called back to his mother that we were leaving.

"Joshua, dude what the fuck is this?" I asked, holding back my laughter, as
we entered my car.

"Shut the fuck up will you?" he said and look away from me.

"Dude chill I know that you're nervous and shit but what's up with the
costume?" I asked while pulling out of the driveway.

"Mom asked me to wear this because she said that it's going to empress the
person who's going to interview me," he answered now reaching to turn the
radio on.

"What's the job you're applying again?" I asked holding back the laughter
knowing what's the interview for.

"You fucking know well that I am going to fucking work my guts out of that
bar you fucking sicko," he said, now holding back his tears.

I reached my hands to him and mutter an apologized that my friend
deserved. I swirled through the well known bar in our city and parked my
car.

"Buddy, do you want me to come with you?" I said, a bit concerned that he
might puke his self out.

"Please come with me," Joshua said and looks at my direction.

"Sure will, now come on we have to be there in 10 minutes," I said and
hurried out of the car.

Joshua walked beside me as he reached out and hold my hands. I just rolled
my eyes and forced my self not to look back at him, knowing that he's all
pale being nervous of this fucking job. We stopped in the door and I turned
to look at him, and whispered `Good Luck' while I pull the door handle and
let him come in first.

"Joshua," I said as I pulled him to a hug.

"I'm too nervous, what if I answer the questions all wrong?" he said
looking up at me.

"Nah, I know that you'll do better," I said as I ruffled his hair.

"I don't know," he said while letting out a sigh.

"Buddy you have to go in now, your interviewer might be waiting for you
inside," I said and push him a little towards the door.

"Aren't you coming with me?" he asked looking at me nervously.

"I can't come in there, now go and I'll wait here," I said and sat down.

He got inside leaving me deserted in this stinky shitty room. I know that
Joshua's very nervous and been fussing over this interview for about two
weeks now. We were like siblings for knowing each other since we were
born. Lots of people would mistake us as being a twin and we don't really
care about their comments when one of us would correct them. The fucked up
shit cant stand on his own and it just makes things worse because Joshua
would always ask me before doing some shit. I live five blocks away from
his house. My parents know his parents back when our mothers gave birth to
us in the same exact day and time. It makes me wonder sometimes that maybe
Joshua might be my brother but of course it just can't be because we have
different parents. Joshua's father died before his mother gave birth to
him. We don't even know what he looks like and Joshua doesn't really care
about his father. Joshua and I would always play with each other and every
time that my mother goes shopping she would always take Joshua with us. The
other thing that people would think that we were brothers is because Joshua
would always come running to me every time some one would bully him. And to
my sorry fucking ass I would kick the shit out of the bully until his sorry
ass would get red. Joshua is very dependent when it comes to me. And he,
being dependent sometimes bothers me because I know that someday we will
part our ways. Joshua just can't stand for his self and I just can't leave
him out there struggling with his life.

I looked up to the door where Joshua came into. I know that I know what was
going on there but I just cant stop giggling to myself, knowing that Joshua
would whine about the hard and awkward things that he have to do in front
of the interviewer. A couple of minutes later, Joshua came out and look at
me with his teary eyes. He then rushed towards me and hugs me while letting
his teary eyes pressed tightly on my shirt. I let out a sigh knowing that
he had failed his first job interview.

"Hey lets go now okay?" I said while wiping the tears on his face.

"I failed I am just a loser!" he said and cried some more.

"Let's go and eat out okay? It's my treat," I whispered, leading him to my
car.

As we got into the car he once again started to bawl as if someone just
died in front of him.

"God Joshua, stop it please," I said turning on the car.

"I don't know what I did wrong!" he shouted continuing on crying his eyes
out.

"Ok I get it. You fucked up your first interview, so now what? What if you
fucked it up?" I said while looking at him.

"You don't care because you have your own job," he said and kicks the car
knowing that I would definitely get pissed.

"You fucking shit shut the fuck up! Who told you that I don't give a shit
about you?" I shouted and punch him a little in the shoulder, which of
course makes him cry out of pain.

"Come one now Joshua, you know that it doesn't really hurt when I punch you
like that," I said now looking at him.

"I hate you," Joshua whispered under his breath and looked away from me.

"What was that?" I said, not believing what I had just heard.

"I said I hate you," Joshua said now looking at me.

"Fine," I said and look forward concentrating to the road.

I ended up dropping Joshua off their house and drive off back to mine. I
didn't know the reason why he would say that he hate me. The drive back to
his home was very quiet and I didn't even give a fuck about the little
fucking brat. I've given him every fucking seconds of my time and now he
would tell me that he hate me! Well fuck him! I pulled to our driveway and
got out of my car and then stormed off to my room.  as I closed my door and
lock it I throw my shoes off of my feet and jump on my bed. Tears escaped
from my eyes as I drifted off to sleep.

I waked up and sat straight up on my bed when I heard the banging on my
door. My father was shouting some shits at me. Knowing that what he was
saying was to open the fucking door, I struggled to my feet and ran towards
it before my father break it. My dad's face was all red, maybe from
shouting, and my mom was by his side trying to calm him. When my dad saw me
looking at them, he then grabbed my arm and pulled me with him, while his
walking fast to the living room.

"Dad what do you want?" I asked as we stopped in our living room.

"What did you do to Joshua?" he asked sitting across me.

"I didn't do anything to him," I said and look up at my mom who was now
sitting beside me.

"What do you mean you didn't do anything to him? He cut his wrist and now
he is in the hospital!" dad shouted.

"I fucking didn't do anything to that fucked up brat!" I shouted back, and
then added, "While we were driving back from his interview he told me that
he hates me!"

"You know that Joshua doesn't hate you," my mom said softly to me.

"He told me that twice and I don't even know what makes him feel that way
towards me!" I shouted again.

"If he doesn't want me anymore then fine by me! I don't want him anyway. He
is just a burden to me!" I shouted and was about to run to my room when my
dad take a hold of my hand and stopped me on track.

"You can't hate your own brother and you fully know that I won't accept any
shit from you! Now go and change because we will leave and go to the
hospital!" my dad shouted and pushed me, sending me stumbling face down on
the carpeted floor.

"Brother?" I said when I was able to stand on my feet and look at my mom
and to my dad.

"What your father means honey is that Joshua is your brother like because
you guys known each other since you were born," my mother explained while
looking up at dad.

"Whatever," I said and ran to my room.

I can't believe it! Why would he do that to his self! I grabbed my pants
and put it on me. I just couldn't believe how that ass would do this to his
self. My door then opened and my mom came in and sat down on my bed.

"Honey, Josh's mom said that Josh was very upset that you didn't take his
calls," my mom started.

"I am sleeping all afternoon and you all know that. He should have never
told me that he hated me if he is upset about his interview!" I shouted and
walked towards my closer to get some fresh shirts.

"You're dad didn't mean to shout at you okay? We love you and you know that
right?" she said walking towards my door.

"Yes mom," I said stopping on what I was doing and look at her.

"Hurry up honey and we will leave to meet Joshua's mother," mom said and
left my room.

When we came to the hospital we saw Joshua's mother crying while sitting
near Joshua's bed. I didn't look straight to Joshua and just look at his
mother who is now hugging my mom. Dad then motioned me to go near Joshua
and say something. But then when I came near him, nothing came out of my
mouth. We just stared at each other. He looked away and I looked away from
him too. I saw the wrist that he had just cut open and look back at him in
disgust. He looked away from me seeing the disgusted look on my face. I
couldn't help myself but feel sorry for him but then I am angry too. I'm
angry that he did that to his self and I'm angry to myself for not saying
anything. That is the last day that I saw Joshua because I started to avoid
him. I changed my schedules so that we don't have the same classes. My
parents didn't stop me maybe because they know that it is the best for Josh
and me to part our ways.