Date: Sat, 3 Jul 1999 09:41:44 -0500 (CDT)
From: comicality@webtv.net
Subject: "New Kid 22" (Gay Male/High School)

Twenty-Two Chapters and still going strong, here is the new episode of "New
Kid". A quick thank you to all the feedback and support I got from the
last chapter, I love you for it! Stop the website at
http://www.comicality.org for more stories. (And we're celebrating our
one year anniversary! WOO HOO!!! Enjoy!)
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"New Kid In School:"
22nd Chapter

Darkness. A thick black haze of nothingness. No sound, no sight, no
smell, nothing but a very faint but familiar sense of touch. As I began
to come back to my sense of reality, I could feel someone lightly
petting my hair in soft, long strokes. I felt warm breath on my head,
and as more of my senses returned I could hear the faint beating of a
heart. My head was pressed against someone's chest, and they were
craddling me in their arms. Finally, after about five minutes of the
soothing treatment, I got enough courage to open my eyes. The blinding
white light poured into them and all of my other senses rushed back to
me, including my sense of pain. I ached, from head to toe, my head was
pounding, my legs were sore, my arms were cut and bruised, my lip had
been busted...it hurt to move anything, even my eyes. I finally tilted
my head up enough to see my mother stroking my hair, her eyes watery but
calm. I tried to talk, to ask her what had happened, where I was, but my
voice betrayed me. I could hardly speak, my voice was so low, so
scratchy, and I must have sounded like a drunk attempting to say
something through this misty haze of confusion.
"Shhhhh....it's alright baby, we're going to take good care of you,
okay?" She whispered.
Then it all came back to me. The day with Ryan, me getting home
late....the fight...the screen door...the ambulance...oh God, I was in
the HOSPITAL! I jumped a little, frightened, wondering exactly what kind
of damage my father had done to me! Was I okay? Was I missing anything,
an arm, a leg? Did I have brain damage, stitches, broken bones? Was I
disfigured? Scarred for life? What happened to me? I twisted back and
forth frantically, seeing if I was all in one piece, praying that I'd be
okay. Praying that I'd live to see Ryan again, to keep my promise, and
stay with him forever more. My mother tried to calm me down, but waking
up like that is a fear I simply could have never even dreamed of until
it happened to me. I didn't even know how long I had been laying there.
A few hours? A few days? Years? Geez!
"Randy, calm down. You're okay. Shhhh...you're okay honey."
My brain and my voice finally matched up again after my little shock,
and I asked her, "I am? What happened? Is it bad?"
She kissed me on the forehead and said, "You're fine Randy. The doctor
said you hit your head pretty hard and they want to keep you for a few
nights to check you out. Other than that, you've got some deep cuts and
scrapes, a few bruises...but that's it. They're expecting you to be out
of here in just a few days."
I relaxed a little bit, but not all the way. I laid back into my pillow
and sighed. "What...what about dad?"
"....Get some rest Randy. We'll talk about that later, okay?" She said.
And she went back to stroking my hair again. And she began to tear up as
I closed my eyes to relax a little bit more. Just then, I heard the door
creak open, and I looked up. My mother and I both focused on the door as
Ryan peeked his head inside the room. He shyly walked in, a small
bouquet of flowers in his hand from the gift shop downstairs. He looked
really nervous, really worried, and I started to smile before I
remembered that my mom was in the room. I figured that I didn't want to
give any blatant hints or anything at that moment. This REALLY wasn't
the time to let her in on any big secrets right then and there. I dulled
down the visible joy there a bit, and Ryan stepped all the way inside.
He quickly got into his hetero 'boy next door' mode and said, "Hi, Ms.
Stephens...is it alright if I come in and visit for a few minutes?" God,
he was soooo cute when he was trying to be polite. He just had this
boyish charm and puppydog eyes that could easily enchant anybody.
"Sure Ryan, come on in." She said, and she took her hand away from
smoothing my hair. Nice of her not to embarass me in front of my
boyfriend by babying me. Even if she didn't really know. It was a bit of
a tense moment, having Ryan see me like this for the first time since
the incident, and my mom sitting there to shaparone.
We shared a slight uncomfortable silence, no quite sure what to say to
each other. Actually, we knew exactly what to say, but we weren't quite
sure what was 'safe' to say in front of you know who. Finally, Ryan
showed me the flowers he bought and said, "I...uh...I bought these for
you from downstairs."
"Oh...thanks. You shouldn't have."
"Well, it was either flowers or a box of suppositories. I thought you
might enjoy the flowers more." He said with a weak smile. He was
trying...really hard...but I could tell he was holding back. I could see
it in his eyes, I could hear it in his voice, I could feel it in his
presence. He wanted to cry for me, to run over and hold me, but my
mother was sitting right there guarding us and we knew that he just
couldn't reach me, not even for a single touch. And with all the pain
coursing through my body at that moment, that's what hurt the most.
"You know Ryan, we've got to stop meeting like this."
"I know dude, my old hospital room was like right down the hall.
Hehehe." He said. His slight giggles almost gave him away, almost
bringing tears to his eyes. And he cut his laugh short, fighting them
back, my brave little angel. God how I adored him.
Another uncomfortable silence fell over us, and I think my mom caught on
to something, some strange unspoken signal, and she looked a bit fidgety
for a second before standing up. "Um...I think I'm going to get
something to eat from the cafeteria...do you guys want anything?" We
both shook our heads, and she slightly nodded. If she hadn't suspected
before, she certainly did now. It was almost time to tell her, I could
feel it. "Ok...you guys keep it down in here okay? No ruffhousing, Randy
needs his rest." We agreed and she kissed me on the forehead, a long
motherly kiss, one full of protection and love. Then Ryan, being the
gentleman he is, walked her to the door and held it open for her.
Closing it behind her.
Then Ryan turned and practically ran back to the bed, holding my head in
his hands and kissing me deeply on the lips. "Mmmm...ouch!" I said,
feeling my busted lip throb with a jolt of pain.
"Sorry..." He said, but he hesitated to go on, he was tearing up
something awful now, and they spilled over onto his cheeks as his face
turned red. "I'm sooo sorry Randy! God, why didn't you tell me? Why? I
could have done something, called somebody, I could have gotten you some
help from somewhere..." He was frantic, hurt, and I tried to calm him
down, but he wouldn't listen. "I never should have made you come over
that day, I never should have let you fall asleep, I never should have
let you go over there by yourself, I never..."
"Ryan...shhhh...dude, there was nothing you could do. It's not your
fault."
"Why didn't you tell me about this?" He said, his voice cracking as he
sobbed even harder.
"I didn't want you to know about this Ryan, I want so badly to be so
perfect for you. This part of my life is far from perfect. I didn't want
you to get involved, I couldn't bare the thought of him hurting you. I'd
die without you Ryan."
"But you should have TOLD me! God...I almost lost you! I just remember
you being so scared and running out of the house...and then there was
some noise and your dad was speedng down the street and I heard a siren
and it was an ambulance and....and...it stopped in front of your house!
I saw you on a stretcher Randy! On a stretcher! And they wouldn't tell
me what happened and they wouldn't let me in the ambulance, I couldn't
visit you or hold you or talk to you or anything! God I was so scared!
You have no idea!" He cried. He was babbling, running from one moment to
another while his voice got hoarse and his tears ran freely over his
smooth cheeks. He leaned into my chest, bawling his eyes out like I've
never seen. Ryan had never been so hurt before, and it cut me to the
bone to think he was hurting over me. I ran my fingers through his hair
softly and he his sobs quieted a bit until he was just laying there, his
head resting peacefully on my chest. For a few minutes, we were so quiet
that I almost thought he had fallen asleep. And then he started rubbing
my stomach in small circles, trying his hardest to ease some of the
pain.
He looked up at me and said, "Randy...you ARE beautiful. You've always
been beautiful to me. Since the very first day I saw you. You have no
idea the dark place I was in before we found each other. But you make me
feel so amazingly alive. Geez, if I thought for one second these tears
of mine could show you how much I love you, I'd cry a billion more. If
anything had happened to you tonight Randy, I couldn't live another day
knowing you were gone. You mean so much to me that it hurts. I love
you." He said, and he moved up to kiss me again, hurting my lip. He
stopped, but he just kept coming back for more until I just ignored the
pain as much as I could. He tasted so sweet, his baby soft lips meeting
mine with a firm, yet gentle, pressure.
"Thank you Ryan." I said, wiping a stray tear from my eye. "I love you
more."
"If there's anything, and I mean ANYTHING, that I can do for you...just
let me know, okay?"
"Well...could you run back downstairs and get those supposotories? That
sounded kinda fun." I smiled. Ryan let out a genuine laugh, and a few
more tears escaped his beautiful hazel eyes as he caressed my cheek in
his hand. He stared deep into my eyes, as though he was admiring every
inch of me, and it made me feel so special. My heart was free of fear,
of doubt, of anger, of sadness, and every piece of negativity that this
world could possibly create when I was this close to Ryan. Some of his
loose strawbery blond locks fell into his eyes, and I swear if my lip
wasn't so sore, I would have kissed him so hard and long that he would
have to beg me to stop. But I held back, content just being there with
him. We didn't say anything for a few minutes, we just stared at each
other passionately. Occassionally Ryan would kiss my hand, when our eye
contact got too intense for him NOT to kiss me in some way. And I knew
he would rather taste my lips against his, but the fact that it caused
me pain to do so, kept him at bay. He kept kissing my hand, longer each
time, and then travelled up my arm to the inside of my elbow, where he
kissed slowly with tongue. He smiled a little and went back down to my
fingers. He started licking in between each and every one erotically,
while grinning to himself.
"Ryan...geez, you're always horny!" I laughed.
"So are YOU from the looks of it." He said rubbing a rather large tent
in the covers of the bed. It didn't matter where Ryan touched me, it
always sent a chill up my spine. It was as though he knew my body better
than I knew my own. It was a connection that I couldn't share with
anybody else. With a little less pain and a little more privacy...I
would have made love to him for hours at that moment. Just then, we
heard a knock at the door. It was my mom, back with the food. She was
especially cautious coming into the room, and I lifted one of my legs
slightly to hide my erection from her. Whether she knew or not, NOBODY
wants to be caught dead with an erection in front of their MOM! She came
over and sat the food down next to me.
"I got you some salad and an apple for now. The doctor will bring you a
healthy dinner later, but I want you to keep your strength up, okay?"
Just like a mom, to bring me an apple! Psh! Really now. Then what she
did really surprised me, she said she was going to leave and give us
some time to talk. She said she wasn't coming back until tomorrow. I
couldn't believe it, I thought for sure she'd be smothering me all night
long. Too bad Ryan couldn't stay with me all night. He could only be
there for another twenty minutes or so. As soon as she left he took the
salad and apple and threw them in the trash next to the bed.
"Don't worry babe, I'll run downstairs and get you a burger. Extra
greasy." He smiled, and kissed me softly on the lips. This time it was
so gentle that it didn't hurt at all. Then he smiled, rubbed noses with
me for a second, and ruffled my hair on his way out. I hated to spend
time away from him, maybe I could get a phone in my room so I could call
him later. He did bring back a burger like he promised, extra greasey,
and kissed me quick on the lips again before leaving, not really caring
if he hurt me that time. He saw me wince in pain, and he said,
"Oh...quit being a baby. Hehehe, get well, okay? Come home soon...and I
love you." Then he left, and I laid back to get some sleep.
I woke up a little groggy later, I guess a few hours had passed, and
even though I didn't see anything, I could 'feel' somebody else in the
room with me. I sat up and looked over to the side of the bed, and it
was Tyler.
"Tyler? When did you get here?" I said wearily. He took a second to
answer, he never looked me in the eye, just straight forward at the tv
in front of the bed by the ceiling. It was some monster movie with the
sound turned off, so I know he was just using it as a way to not look
directly at me.
"About an hour ago. I just wanted to say hello, and see if you were
alright. I hope you get better." His voice was so...cold. Almost
emotionless. "Well, I guess I'd better go now."
"NO! Tyler...wait a minute. I want to talk to you."
"Randy, if this has anything to do with Sam and Matt, then I don't want
hear it."
"Tyler, please...you can't just bottle this up inside. You can talk to
me, I mean we're supposed to be friends. I know you must be feeling..."
"You have NO fucking clue how I'm feeling! You couldn't possibly
understand! So drop it!" He shouted. It really hurt to have Tyler yell
at me like that, and I knew I was pushing it, but I just wanted to help
him. Please, just let me help, if only a little bit. Tyler must have
seen the hurt on my face, because he apologized right away. "Look, I'm
sorry alright? I just...it's not something I want to talk about Randy,
okay?"
"I understand. But I'm here for you Tyler. I care so much for you."
"I don't want to HEAR that, Randy. Not from you. Not when you know what
you mean to me. You have Ryan, Matt has Sam, and I'm stuck out in the
cold...again. I'm so sick of seeing everybody fall in love, of hearing
how wonderful it is and how splendid it is, and then come to the
realization that I am truly alone. I'm just sick of hearing people talk
about it all the time. I wasn't meant to participate in love, I'm just
here to watch, I guess."
Tyler was slumped over in his chair, and if only I could get up, I'd hug
him tight and let him know how much he is loved. He was my ex afterall,
but I wasn't sure if that made things better or worse. "Don't be silly,
look at you. You're one of the most beautiful people on this earth.
You're sweet, compassionate, giving...lord knows you're cute. Nice firm
ass too, from what I remember." I joked, and it actually got him to
smile for a second, but it faded quickly, and the teary eyes returned.
"But all that stuff...it just wasn't good enough...was it? Not for
you...not for them either. If I'm so special, then why am I alone?" He
whispered sadly. He wanted to reach out to me so badly, and yet he
wanted to keep enough of his pride to hide some of the pain. He was
stuck in the middle somewhere, and not being able to pick a side hurt
him even more. "I'm sorry, this isn't about me, it's about you. How are
you feeling?"
I hesitated a moment, but allowed change the subject. "I'll be fine. The
doctor says a few days and I'll be home. And when I get back, we'll talk
some more. Okay?" Tyler frowned a little at the thought of me taking
this even further. But he agreed, and stood up to leave. "Come visit me
sometime. It gets lonely here. It would be cool to have a friend by my
side, you know?" That seemed to brighten Tyler up a little bit, and he
walked back over to the bed to give me a big hug.
I could feel him shaking, and he was crying a little bit over my
shoulder. "Thanks Randy. You're really special, don't ever change." Then
he kissed me on the cheek and walked to the door. But he turned around
and said, "You know...it's only been a few weeks since I finally got
used to seeing you and Ryan together. I was just getting over you...and
now this." I told him that things would get better, but he just walked
away. It was awful...Tyler deserved so much more. I wish I could snap my
fingers and make it all go away, but he was right, I had no idea what he
was going through. I almost felt bad for being with him and Ryan at the
same time, ripping his heart out with every flirt we made with each
other. I would eventually help him to get to the bottom of this, but I
had no idea of how. What could I say? I wish I could be there for him
like he wanted me to be, but the fact was, I had found my soulmate, and
to delay Tyler from his would be wrong. No more games, I had to help him
without jerking him around, and I had to make things right. Somehow.
I finished watching the movie, a few more hours passed, I called Ryan
and had him whisper sweet nothings in my ear over the phone, and it's
funny but there's really nothing else to do in a hospital except sleep.
Something about that place is just so tiring. But this time, my sleep
wasn't as peaceful.
I was dreaming, seeing Ryan standing in front of me and he was crying. I
tried to get closer, but I couldn't move, I couldn't even call out to
him. Then he turned around, still crying and sobbing, and he had the
word 'FAG' spray painted on his back in big red letters. I heard my
dad's voice saying "I'll pay a visit to that fag boyfriend of yours, and
see what he's made of!" It echoed through my head and I saw Ryan walk
around the corner where I could only see a shadow of him against the far
wall. Then, the looming shadow of my father appeared next to him,
grabbing him by the arm tightly like he had done to me so many times. I
tried to scream, I tried to move, to go and save him somehow, or at
least tell him to run. But it was all in vain, I was stuck, motionless,
and there was nothing I could do to save him. My father started to shake
Ryan violently, and I heard him crying. Then he started to hit him,
hard, all over his body. Ryan was doubled over, screaming out in pain,
and I couldn't help him, I couldn't even help myself. All I could see
was the shadow of my father beating my beautiful Ryan while he shouted
out in agony and I couldn't even turn my head or shut my eyes to keep
from seeing it. Then, I saw Ryan hit the floor, and he ceased to move at
all. A panic hit me, and suddenly I saw my father walk around the corner
into plain site. He stared at me with evil eyes and began walking
towards me, his fists balled up and his teeth clenched in anger. I
couldn't run away! And Ryan...was he okay? Was he even ALIVE? Oh God!
He's coming, he's coming for ME! I tried to scream but nothing came out,
and as he got closer, I knew that I wouldn't even be able to fight back.
He grabbed me by the collar and raised his hand to strike me! "WAKE
UP!!!" He shouted. "WAKE UP!!!" And soon his voice turned into a little
boy's voice, and it kept getting clearer and clearer until I drifted
back into the real world and felt myself being shaken out of a deep
sleep.
"Wake up sir." Said the voice, and I opened my eyes to see what looked
like a little cupid standing next to me. It took my eyes a few seconds
to focus on what was happening, and I sat up quickly, my sheets soaked
with sweat. The little boy jumped back a little, and looked at me
curiously, like he had just found an alien in his back yard. "Wow...I
never really seen somebody have a nightmare up close before." He said.
Geez, even in my half asleep state, this kid was adorable. He had this
high pitched voice that just was so cute, like those battery operated
puppies at the mall. He was about 9 or 10 years old, a blond boy, with
the reddest lips I'd ever seen without make-up. He had these big
sparkling brown eyes, and he looked like he'd one day grow into a teen
that would rival even Tyler's gentle beauty. He was wearing a hospital
gown too, and I figured that must have snuk into my room somehow.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"I dunno. Late I guess." He boldly hopped up onto my bed and just took a
seat, swinging his legs back and forth. I couldn't help but smile at the
thought of my little invader.
"How did you get in here?"
"I always get out of my room around this time of night. They tell me to
stay still, but it's boring in there. So I go out and meet people
instead. It's kinda cool. Hey, I saw you having a nightmare, was it
about monsters and stuff?"
He had already welcomed himself in and sat down, and his voice was so
cute it was a pleasure to hear him talk. So I figured I might as well
wake all the way up and humor him for a while. "Yeah...I guess you could
say that."
"WHOAH! Cool scar!" He said looking at the cut on my right arm. He
reached out and touched it, making me gasp in pain. "Ooops. Sorry sir."
"You don't have to call me sir, you know. I'm Randy."
"I'm Wilson!" He said proudly. "Hey, I've got a cool scar too! Wanna
see?" And before I even had a chance to answer him, he had swung one of
his legs up on the bed and had his gown pulled up to his thigh. The
whole thing seemed so weird that I just kinda laughed to myself. He
displayed his scar on his left thigh wih pride and looked at me for
approval.
I smiled and said, "Wow...nice one. Where'd you get that?"
"I fell off my skateboard doing a trick! My mom took it away after that,
but it woulda been really cool if I had pulled it off." He was so happy,
it was like he had just found his long lost brother or something. He was
so proud to be talking to somebody that he basically told me his whole
life story in one breath. He just babbled on and on and on without me
even saying a word. I actually welcomed the little visitor, sure beat
sleeping at that moment. Soon he had scooted up to lean against the
pillow with me and you would have thought we had been best friends for
years. It was so enchanting to have this mischevious little imp suddenly
cuddle up to me and start chatting away to a perfect stranger. There was
just some kind of raw purity and innocence about him, and his giggles
were beyond contagious. We hit it off right away, and talked for near to
a half hour.
After a while, I started to wonder, "Hey Wilson, aren't you going to get
in trouble if they find you missing?"
"Nah, they usually can't find me or a couple of hours. It's a big
hospital, and not much staff at night. So I've got time." He said, and
then he snuggled up next to me and got even more comfortable, as if that
was possible. Then, completely dismissing the danger of getting caught,
he continued. "So...tell me something. What'd you do to get all
scratched up?"
He didn't seem to have any problems asking rough questions, so rather
than mention my dad at all and have this turn into a three hour
conversation of questions that I don't want to answer, I figured that
I'd just make something up. "I fell down the stairs."
"Hahahaha! You fell down the stairs? Well that was dumb! You gotta be
careful you dork!" He giggled. My jaw dropped in shock, and I couldn't
help but laugh out loud. He really WAS up front about things, wasn't he?
"Me...I was riding my bike down the street super fast, and BOOM, I got
hit by a car! Now THAT'S an accident!"
"Are you okay?"
"I am now, but they want to keep me for a few more days or something to
make sure. They keep saying just one more night, but it's been like a
week and a half now. That's why I get bored and stuff. I just wish
they'd let me go home." He said.
"Well your friends came to see ya, didn't they?"
"Well, all except one. He couldn't make it."
Wilson seemed kinda sad about it, and I wondered if he was really hurt
or not. It was kind of hard to tell, the way he jumped from one subject
to the next. "Maybe he doesn't know you're hurt."
"No. He kows, he just didn't come to visit. It sucks cause he's one of
my best friends in the world. He's a year older than me, but he takes
care of me and stuff."
I sat up a little and gave him a slight hug. "Well he sounds like a good
enough friend. I'm sure if he didn't come visit you, he had a very good
reason. I'm sure he's here with you in spirit."
His eyes brightened up a little bit. "You really think so? I hope he
didn't forget about me. By the time I get out of here, he'll have a new
best friend."
I almost laughed at his logic about the whole thing, but he was dead
serious, and so I kept serious too. "Oh I'm sure he'll wait for you
Wilson. You're too cool to be forgotten."
"Really? Wow...thanks Randy. I'm glad I came in here, you're cool." And
he threw an arm over me and hugged me tight. Geez, could there be
anything more lovable?
We talked for a few minutes more, actually he talked and I either
listened or laughed, and then he looked over at the flowers Ryan brought
me. "Who sent you flowers? They're cool!"
I think everything was 'cool' is Wilson's eyes. Man, where does that
magic go when you get older? "My friend Ryan bought those for me."
"Ryan? Guys don't bring guys flowers. That's what homos do." He said.
Funny, the way he said it was just so 'matter of fact'. He didn't have
any malicious intent behind it, he just said it like that's the way it's
supposed to be. The sky is blue, the Earth is round, and guys don't
bring other guys flowers...pure and simple.
"And what's wrong with homos?" I asked, tickling him just a little.
He giggled happily and said, "My mom says gay people are all bad."
I don't know what made me say it, maybe they had slipped some medication
in my 'healthy' dinner, maybe I had hit my head harder than I thought,
or maybe it was the one chance to help somebody understand for once, but
I replied, "Well I'M gay." Was it for his sake that I said it, or my
own? It came out so easily all of the sudden, as though I had absolutely
no trouble or inhibitions about it at all. Maybe it was just the right
time...or maybe...it was just getting easier to say.
Wilson looked at me a little strange. He was visibly confused, and I was
worried for a second, but I knew that the way his mind worked he'd
probably forget all about it in a matter of minutes. He studided me for
a moment, like I was some kind of mystical dragon or something, and then
he said, "So...does that mean that you like...suck dick and stuff?" He
asked. Again, it was so adorable the way he asked. Not with insult, but
with genuine curiosity.
"Hehehe well, that's a whole other story. But I like other boys like me.
Understand?"
He tilted his head to the side a bit and sat up. That's when I realized
that this conversation was far from over, and he was really interested
in this. I prepared for his bluntness by sitting up too. Funny how I
figured it would be easier to explain homosexuality to Wilson than it
would be to explain my father. "Not really. My mom says gay people are
all perverts."
"Well, I'm gay...am I a pervert? Am I bad?"
"YOU? No...you're the coolest!" He said happily. I laughed and thanked
him for the compliment, but he was only quiet for a few seconds before
his questioning mind got the better of him again. "So you like boys?
Why?"
"I don't know. For the same reason you like ice cream I suppose."
Wilson smiled wickedly at me and said, "Cause it tastes good, huh?"
Again, I was happily shocked, and responded by tickling him again. This
kid knew a lot more than he let on.
"Yeah, I suppose that's true too."
"Oh. So is Ryan, like...your bitch, or whatever?"
"Hahahaha! He's my BOYFRIEND if that's what you mean!" I said laughing
out loud.
"So you suck his dick?"
Okay, Wilson was as sweet a kid as he could be, but the questions were
getting a bit risque here. "It's not just about that, Wilson. We're in
love. Sometimes we just kiss, or talk, or just hold hands."
"Oh...so you only like guys, huh? Yuck! I don't think I could like
guys."
"Hehehe, well no one says you have to. You can like girls if you want."
"I don't like girls either." He said.
"Well who DO you like?"
"Um...I like dogs pretty good!" He said. I laughed at his straight faced
answer and he obviously didn't get it.
"I'm sorry. It's just that you'll have to get on the intenet to find
something like THAT!" He still didn't understand, so I just said,
"Forget it. It's a long story. But a few years from now, you'll be
laughing pretty hard at that joke."
"So you love him like a girl, huh? Do you guys make out and stuff, and
go to dinner on Valentine's Day like my mom and dad?"
"How come you ask so many questions?" I said.
"I never met a homo before. I just wanna know." Sweet kid, but I was
beginning to worry whether or not I should be filling him in on all this
stuff. I'd say it was parents job, but from the sound of it, they'd only
be breeding another boy who just didn't get it. Just then, he asked the
question that really stumped me. "Can you guys have a baby?" Okay,
that's it. No more questions for Wilson. There was a knock at the door,
and a late night nurse peeked her head in. A smile broke out on her
face, and Wilson knew at once it was time to go. He stuck out his bottom
lip a little bit and pouted, whining, "Oh come on...can I just stay a
little bit longer?"
"To bed young man. I'm going to have to start locking your door from now
on you little scamp." She said, and russled his hair on the way out of
the door.
But before he left he said, in his cute little voice, "G'night Randy!
See you tomorrow!"
"No you won't." The nurse replied, but when Wilson winked at me and
smiled, I knew he'd be back. As soon as the door closed behind him, I
noticed the silence in the room. Funny how I missed talking to him
already, he made such a sweet impression on me in such a short amount of
time. And as strange as it was, I just came out to him. I didn't let the
thought really penetrate my mind at first, but while I was sitting there
in the bed alone, it hit me. Somebody else knew I was gay. But I wasn't
afraid, I wasn't worried about Wilson blabbing it all over the hospital,
I wasn't thinking about consequences or bad times ahead. If anything I
could breathe a little bit easier. It was like a great justice had been
done. The heaviest weight that was ever laid on my shoulders had just
been lifted...by a ten year old boy. It was incredible. I smiled to
myself for a few minutes, thinking how easy it was to tell him. And if
it was that easy for him, why not for my mom, or my family, or the
world. Sure I'd have my share of problems, but it's not like I don't
have any now. And I could deal with them better, because I'd be free. I
suddenly understood the pleasant feelings that Ryan must have
experienced when he told his dad in this very same hospital. Wilson had
taken away the nightmares that night, and I slept well knowing that
things were going to change soon. I could feel it. I still wanted to be
in control of this thing, and didn't want this getting out all at once.
But maybe I could start leaking it out, just a little bit at the time.
Maybe my time was coming...maybe OUR time was coming, me and Ryan,
lovers for the rest of our lives. Geez, do I sound like a cheesy sex
novel or what?
I woke up around noon the next day to a loud noise next to my bed. I
jumped up to see a bunch of school books falling off of the table and
Ariel trying to catch them all. As soon as he saw me awake he gave me
his 'I'm so sorry' look and I could only laugh and tell him not to
bother. "I'm glad you came to see me bud. What's all this?"
"I...I...brought you your homework...and stuff. I grabbed everything out
of your locker yesterday. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Might even go home tomorrow. Did you just get
here?"
Ariel blushed right away, and bit his bottom lip lightly, trying not to
smile too widely as he looked down at his feet. "Yeah...sort of...I was
watching you sleep for a minute or two." I couldn't help but grin a
little at his bashfulness, and he had to cover his face to hide a cheery
giglge. "I'm sorry. I wanted to look closer, but when I came over I
dropped your books." His voice was trembling, and he was ever so
sweet...almost to the point where I wanted to give him a big smooch on
the lips for being so cute about it. But something told me that he might
have just gone over the deep end about something like that.
"Thanks Ariel, I'm glad you came by on your lunch break to help me out."
"I'm not on my lunch break..." He whispered deviously with a wicked
smirk on his face, "...I...ditched!" He seemed so pleased with himself.
He must have been playing the goodie two shoes for so long that our
friendship must have been a whole new adventure for him. But as soon as
we smiled about it, he got a bit more serious. "R-R-Randy...um...can
I...can I talk to you...about...something?" He stood there, nervous,
shaking, and I got just as scared as he was. Not now! No Ariel, please
not now. It would kill me to break his heart right at this moment, I
just needed a little more time. I don't want to hurt him now, he'd never
forgive me. "I...um...that's to say...I talked to Matt the other
day....and...and..." He was balling up one of his fists, trying to get
it out, and we both were waiting in terror for the moment of truth.
"Randy...I...I know you're..."
The door swung open, and Matt and Sam came in together holding a
McDonalds bag and a small stash of candy. Naturally, Ariel clammed up
and the two of them basically bought me a little more time for the Ariel
situation. This was bad, I was really going to have to have a talk with
him the day I got out of this hospital. It was time to put a stop to
this before Ariel fell even deeper and crossed the barrier between a
crush and full blown love. Ariel said hello to Matt and finally met Sam
for the first time. He was being social, well, as social as Ariel gets
anyway, but he was still slinking back into his protective bubble little
by little until he was just standing in the room and not saying
anything. Matt and Sam asked the usual list of questions, 'was I okay?',
'When was I coming home?' and whatever else came to mind. As soon as Sam
sat down in the chair next to the bed, Ariel must have figured that he
missed his chance and then he decided to jump in and tell me he was
leaving. He didn't seem too broken up or anything, but he knew that now
wasn't the time.
"So what happened dude? Nobody is talking about anything here. You don't
look too bad off." Sam said happily.
More questions I didn't necessarily want to answer right away. So I
thought back to Wilson the night before and said, "Small car accident.
But I'll be okay." They seemed to take me at my word, and poked a little
fun at me, but didn't really persue with more details. Thank goodness.
While Sam was sitting in the chair, I saw Matt standing beside him, his
hand on Sam's shoulder, gently rubbing his neck up and down in smooth,
slow strokes. I knew that love, the kind that makes you just want to be
physically connected to your loved one at all times. You just can't stop
touching each other, no matter how had you try. I was beginning to
wonder if those two were on the same path that Ryan and I were on. I
could only hope it was easier for them than it was for us. Love is so
beautiful.
Then again...sometimes it isn't. I heard another slight knock at the
door, and we all looked over to see Tyler walk in. He was smiling when
he first peeked his head in, but once he saw Sam and Matt at my bedside,
it completely left him, and was replaced by a look of false strength
that we could all see through easily. He walked in slowly and said
hello. Just from the look on his face I could tell he really wasn't
expecting this, and it must have hurt to see them together. I saw Matt
suddenly draw his hand away from Sam's neck and a tension fell over the
room like I had never seen before.
"Um...look Randy, I know that I said I'd spend the day with you here,
but...I've really got some stuff to take care of. I'll try to come back
later okay." Tyler said. I wasn't quite sure what to do. I didn't want
him to go and feel alone. But I didn't want him to stay and have to
suffer any silent signals between Matt and Sam. If I could do anything
to save Tyler some pain in this matter, I would. He was a sensitive guy
though, and before I could even tell him to stay he was already heading
for the door.
"Tyler, if you stayed it would mean a lot to me dude." I said. I just
didn't want him to run off and think that I didn't want him around. We
were all the best of friends, on a deep level that nobody could ever
understand. We had our own little group of maniacs, and I just wish we
could all get along somehow.
"I can't man. I gotta go."
"Tyler...you really don't have to leave because of us." Sam said. Then
Tyler's face changed. A mixture of hurt and disgust. That word, that
awful word he used...'US'. A pair, a duo, and dare I say it...a couple.
He looked over at the two of them and tried so hard to make it look like
this wasn't killing him, but nothing could hide that pain, nothing at
all.
"It has nothing to do with you guys. I just have to go okay?"
Matt stepped in, "Tyler, man, can we talk?" When Matt took a step
forward, Tyler took a step back. This was worse than I thought.
"I'm fine. I've got stuff to do."
"Tyler please, just for a few seconds okay?"
"I said I'm fine. You guys keep Randy company, I'll see you later."
Tyler said, and he began backing out of the door. He was fighting back
tears at this point and he knew he had to get out of there.
"When can we get together Ty?" Sam asked from the chair.
"Later." He replied.
"When later?"
"I don't know....later. Some other time, I'll call you...eventually."
And without saying another word, Tyler walked out, taking his broken
heart with him. Matt turned around, feeling like shit about the whole
thing, and Sam sat teary eyed with his eyes to the floor. Any pain that
they caused Tyler was shared between them too. They BOTH felt it, and
they both wanted to make it right. I never really thought a threesome
would ever work, but evidently some feelings can exist in that
situation. Weird.
Matt and Sam tried to stick around and entertain me for a while after
that, but after about twenty minutes, we all realized that the mood was
a bit awkward. They apologized for what happened and eventually walked
out. It wasn't my place to take sides, and I couldn't choose one side
over the other if I tried, but something had to give before our whole
little group fell apart.
I sat back in the bed, and decided to take a look at the amount of
homework my teachers were no doubt going to drown me in. I looked
through the books Ariel brought me and there was a note sticking out of
my English book. I opened it up and it was another little love note,
like the one I found in my locker not long ago. It read...
Dear Randy, my love, my one and only. Gosh, I feel so sappy writing
these things down, but it's what I truly feel when I think about you. I
want so badly to tell you how I feel, I want to hold you in my arms, I
want to hear your sweet voice tell me you love me, just one time. But I
haven't found the courage yet. Have you ever loved someone so much it
hurts? I have, and I know that one day I'll be able to face you. We've
been friends for too long for me to just write this off as an
infatuation, this is real. I love you Randy, now and forever.
And of course, it was signed "Love, X" like before. There was never one
problem that went away in my life that wasn't replaced with two more. If
this was Ariel's note, then he was already in love, and I knew that no
matter what I said or how tactfully I put it...this was going to hurt. I
folded the note and put it back in the book. I spent the next hour or so
trying to come up with some fool-proof way to tell him how I felt, how I
was gay, and how I was in love with Ryan. But there was no possible way
for me to say anything right, even in my own mind. It wasn't fair to
string him along for such a long time, I looked back at it and wished I
hadn't let it get so out of hand. I tossed and turned over and over and
figured the only way to do it was to hurt him as little as possible. Or
move to another state and not tell him.
Ryan came by later and stayed a few hours with me to chit chat and play
150 games of hangman. After a while we were just maing up words for the
other to guess at, and the pictures of the people we were hanging got
more and more ridiculous looking. We laughed through most of it. Before
taking off for the night, Ryan gave me a big kiss on the lips and rubbed
my package for a few minutes under the covers. "You're going to be quite
the horny toad when you get out of here buddy boy." He grinned. And he
was right, after being in so much pain, I couldn't even masturbate. Not
that a hospital is all that romantic an atmosphere for masturbation. It
didn't matter though, because I almost looked forward to ravaging my
teen lover as soon as I got home. I'd eat him alive, and if he teased me
I'd go crazy with lust. I couldn't wait.
The doctors told me that I was fine, and that I could go home the next
day, and my mom stopped in to say good night on her way home from work.
And Jenny sent me flowers after hearing that I was in the hospital. I've
got to remember to give her a call when I got back. I thought that maybe
Tyler would come back later, and me and him could talk a little bit
about the whole thing, but he didn't. Another person I'd have to talk to
soon. I should buy myself a daily planner.
I was going to drift off to sleep, but I was kind of waiting for Wilson
to come creeping back into my room, I was really anxious for him to come
back. He was such a pint sized ball of energy, he made me feel like a
youngster again. I turned on some wacky Godzilla movie and watched until
I heard my door open. Sure enough, it was Wilson, smiling at me with
those pearly white teeth and his blond hair flopped over into his eyes.
"You're awake!" He said, and ran over to jump up on my bed. He hugged me
right away and squeezed me tight, making me ache on the inside from my
bruises. He didn't seem to care though, he just had too much love to
give to hold any back. I giggled quietly, so happy to see my young
friend again.
"So, did your friend come see you today?" I asked.
"No...he must still be here in spirit like you said. But I wish HE was
here, his spirit doesn't talk much." He grinned.
"Aww...he'll be here, don't worry. And when he gets here you'll be all
better and you guys can go out and play together, right?" I said.
"Sure! Hey, guess who I saw today?"
"Who?"
"You're boyfriend! At least I think that was him. Is he really really
cute, like the kids on tv?" He said happily.
"Yeah, at least I think so. That must be him."
"Yeah, and did he have like really light blond hair? I saw him leave
this afternoon."
"Light blond...OH. No that's not my boyfriend. That's Tyler, he's just a
really good friend."
"Really? Oh...well he's cute, my sister says he's super hot!" I giggled
a bit and couldn't help but agree. "Hey, you think he's cute too, huh?
Did you suck his dick?" He asked.
"Hahahaha! Well..." I couldn't help but love this kid. The last thing I
wanted to do was explain THAT little fiasco. "You have a one track mind,
you know that?" I said, trying to change the subject.
"C'mon, I wanna know!" He whined through a smile.
"Can't we talk about something else for a change?"
"Hmm...hey, you know, there was an old lady in this bed before you got
here. I talked to her one night too, but she died right here in this bed
and..."
"WHOAH! I really don't want to know that!" I said, feeling creeped out
by the whole thing. I had to stop him before I was unable to sleep in
that bed at all! "Why don't we just watch the movie, huh?"
We spent the next couple of hours just watching the rest of the Godzilla
flick, even though he talked through most of it. But hey, it's
Godzilla...it's not like the plot was THAT important. We just wanted to
see him blow stuff up. Wilson was getting sleepy and started stretching
and yawning. I asked him if he was ready to go back to his room. "Nah, I
don't wanna go. Can I sleep here with you Randy?"
"Um...yeah, sure, if you want."
"Cool." He said, and he snuggled up next to me and threw the blanket
over himself, taking up most of my pillow. I smiled down at him and shut
off the tv. We laid there in the dark and he squirmed a little bit
before softly whispering, "Randy...if I liked boys, I'd let you suck
me." Geez, I had created a little monster here!
"Don't worry, Wilson, you'll have plenty of time for that when you're
older. Don't be in such a rush. Your heart will guide you a lot better
than any other body parts will."
"How old do I have to be?"
"Hehehe, I don't know. Maybe about 15." I said, and he turned around to
look at me quickly in surprise.
"FIFTEEN??? Whoah! That's like 100 months away!" He whispered loudly. I
laughed out loud and told him to go to sleep already.
"Don't worry kiddo, those months will fly right by." I thought to
myself, and I closed my eyes. Wilson spooned into me, his back to my
chest, and I had such a feeling of warmth from this boy. He was like the
little brother I never had, and it felt so good to just lay next to him,
protecting him, teaching him. It was great. And that night, two friends,
one straight, and one 'questioning', slept in the same bed as friends. I
was almost sorry to be going home the next day. But I guess that I just
had to live for that one moment, and it was one of those times when
everything seemed like it was going to be alright.
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There it is, chapter 22 of "New Kid In School", the first one with no
sex. Hope the change isn't too drastic. All comments and criticisms are
welcome at comicality@webtv.net feel free to stop by the website at
http://www.comicality.org any time. Thanks, and I hope you guys enjoyed
it!

Before I go, I want to dedicate this to an old friend of mine, who I
hope is in some way looking down on me and smiling about the fact that
he's gone, but not forgotten. I miss you buddy.

And to Jaxsper Finn, a kid brother to ALL of us net writers, my teacher,
and my friend. Good to see you feeling fine man. Take your time dude,
cause when you come back on the scene this time, it'll be with a
VENGENCE!!! =)