Date: Tue, 9 Mar 2010 19:19:50 +0200
From: Wesley-Jade Wyngaard <mystories92@gmail.com>
Subject: Not a Fantsy After All- Chapter 8

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This story contains scenes of explicit homosexual sexual acts between two
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Author's Note:

Well, chapter 8 is here. I'm sorry it took so long. More things are
happening in this one and there's some heavy things too. I hope I did well/
You can give me your comments at mystories92@gmail.com.

Thank you Jamie for your support and pushing me to get this chapter
done. Thank you David for editing it. Now read on!


Not a fantasy after all.


Chapter 8: Date and Devastation

Cian

I lay on my bed, on Sunday, with my cellphone in my hand catching up on my
stories, one in particular. I think that what happened between Dean and I
should have been a warning to me to stop reading Dean's story, but I
couldn't stop. I must be some masochist. I just needed to know what was
going on in his life. I missed two chapters and was reading the one before
the last one posted. As I was reading, my eyes suddenly went wide.

Oh. My. God!

This couldn't be happening. "I love my teacher... I want him more than
anything in the world. I know this might seem wrong, but I can't help my
feelings. Whenever he walks into the class, my body vibrates from the
feelings that course through my body for him," I read. He was really in
love with me. I continued reading the chapter finished and moved on to the
next one. I dreaded what I would be reading, and sure enough, what happened
between us in the boys toilets at school was written on Dean's Dream. The
kiss that practically changed my world... The truth was that I couldn't
deny my feelings for him any longer. But the fact remained that I couldn't
act on anything. I was the teacher and he was the student.

I heard a knock at the door and told the person to enter. I switched off my
phone and put it on the side table next to my bed. It was Kayla that had
knocked. She came in and sat down on the bed.

"Come on bozo, spill!" she commanded.

My first instinct was to deny that anything was wrong with me, but before I
could utter a word, I thought again. I think I needed help with this
situation, and Kayla was my only close friend. So I decided to come clean
with. "Dean is definitely gay."

Kayla rolled her eyes, "You know what? I'm not surprised at all."

I smiled. Of course she wouldn't be. "And another thing... I love him." I
added. Kayla rolled her eyes again. Nothing new there. I think she knew it
all along.

"And another thing... we kinda, sort of... kissed." I said softly.

"WHAT! But this is big medicine!" she screamed.

"Ow bitch! My ears," I said and hit her with my cushion. She only laughed
at me.

"And there's another thing..."

Kayla stopped laughing and looked at me with narrowed eyes, "Don't tell me
you nailed him too!"

"Hellfire and damnation girl! Of course not." I glared at her. "This is
serious. He, uh, loves me..."

"Oh..." she said, and dropped down on her back next to me. "This is
serious."

"Precisely, and he doesn't know that I know how he feels about me." I said.

"And how would you know how he feels about you?" she questioned.

Damn! "Uh, doesn't matter," I stated emphatically.

"You pervert, I know what you've been doing," she said with an evil grin on
her face.

I was mortified. "Have you been snooping through my phone?" I exclaimed.

"No, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Dean probably
has a story on one of those erotic stories websites and you coincidentally
came upon it and him. What are the odds?" she laughed.

I elbowed her in the side and harrumphed, folding my arms and staring ahead
with a scowl.

"So what are you going to do?" She asked me quietly.

"I don't know. I can't be with him. I'm his teacher." I stated, mostly to
myself.

"Screw that! You're only seventeen for God's sake. It wouldn't be
illegal. And the school doesn't have to know," she argued.

I sighed, "What do you suggest I do?"

"Start at the beginning. With a date."

I stared at her for a moment. "I'll take it into consideration," I told her
finally. She seemed satisfied with my answer. But there was still one
person that I could get advice from.


I took a bus down to the hotel Julian was staying at and made my way up to
his floor. I knocked on his door and waited. A few seconds later he opened
the door, a cellphone attached to his ear. He was conversing in Spanish and
it sounded very formal and businesslike.  His eyes lit up when he saw it
was me and he motioned me in hurriedly. He was wearing grey trousers and a
pale blue shirt that made his eyes go bang! I made my way over to the sofa
and sat down while he finished his phone call. He was pacing up and down in
socked feet and looked at me now and then. A minute later he clicked his
phone shut and sat down next to me. We hadn't had the chance to spend much
time together this past week; what with me teaching and him being busy most
of the time with his shipping company. But it was the weekend now and I had
some free time. I was actually lucky to catch him here at all.

"So what brings you here, son?" he asked me lightly. My heart warmed when
he called me his son. I was getting used to his presence in my life.

"I need your advice," I told him. He smiled and put his arm around my
shoulders. "There's this boy, that I like," I was a little nervous about
talking to him about things like this, but he seemed comfortable. "He likes
me too, but he doesn't know that I know. Does that make sense?" He nodded.

I continued, "I've thought about him a lot, but I know that we can't be
together. You see, he's in one of my classes that I teach." I stopped and
remained silent for a few seconds. "What should I do?"

He thought for a moment, rubbing his chin with his hand. I smiled a little
at that.

"Hmm, I can tell this is more than just an attraction," he looked at me,
"And from what I know about the law here in the states is that you're not
legally an adult yet, so maybe, getting together with him might not be
bad."

"But what the student teacher thing? I mean, it wouldn't be ethical for me
to have a relationship with one of my students." I told him confidently. I
was mostly confident that I knew between right and wrong.

"Oh Cian, if only you knew about all the unethical things that people do
every day of their lives," he sighed.

"But that doesn't mean that I have to do those things," I challenged.

"I know, and that's not what I'm trying to say. Look, your still under age
here, so go on a date with him. Keep it low key from everyone else; let a
few people you trust know about it. But... once you turn eighteen you have
to break it off. You'd have to wait until he reaches that age. You could
get into big trouble then if the wrong person were to find out."

Julian squeezed me and then said, "Don't worry about being unethical. Love
is never unethical. It is what is and does what it does. Also remember to
keep your eyes and your heart wide open."

"What does that mean?" I asked him, my face taking on a frown.

"You'll understand one day..." he said.


At school, the next day, the only thing I had on my mind was Dean. I had
thought about what Julian had said to me and figured that he was probably
right. But how do I work up the courage to ask him out? I've never done
this before. A whole lot of emotions were going through me at the moment,
but I managed to keep my head during classes, anxiously awaiting the period
when I would have Dean's class. I paced around the classroom, seemingly
observing the students as they worked, managing to bring up a mistake or
two that students were making and having them make corrections.
 In truth, the more I thought about Dean, the stronger my feelings toward
him got. To think that I would be falling for a guy in a story I thought
was fictional, but in fact real, should be ridiculous! But it wasn't. Dean
was someone who only yearned for that affection that he couldn't get
anywhere else. Even though both of his parents loved him and he had a great
relationship with his best friend, he still needed more. From the stories I
knew that life at home for Dean wasn't always good, and I found myself
wanting to give him that affection, that... love.

I checked the time on the clock and told the students to finish up and
clean. One more period...

***

Dean

I spent the weekend going out with my father while my mother stayed at
home, in some foul mood. Luckily it was pleasant weather, even though it
was fall, and my father took me out to different places. We spent a couple
of hours at a fair, going on different rides and playing different games. I
would have enjoyed myself, but my father seemed to be brooding over
something and it somehow made me feel that I was spending the last few
happy hours I ever would with my father.

My feeling wasn't wrong though. On Sunday evening, when we were all sitting
around the dinner table, my father said that he was moving out. I blinked,
but managed to keep my face blank of all emotion, which wasn't easy. I
looked up at them, waiting for the rest. They expected some sort of
outburst from me, but when they didn't receive any, they glanced at each
other, wondering whether something was wrong with me.

Dad, cleared his throat before fumbling his way into an explanation, but I
stopped him with my raised hand. "It's okay," I told them, "you're not
happy anymore. I guess it was inevitable that one of you moved out."

"Dean..." my mother began with tears in her eyes.

"No, I'll be fine," I lied, struggling to keep my eyes from
watering. "Would you excuse me? I'm done and I'd like to check my homework
for tomorrow," I said, pushing my chair away from the table and getting up.

They'd tried to keep me sheltered from their conflict, but I wasn't stupid,
and the walls weren't all that thick. I knew that this would happen sooner
or later. I trudged up to my room and by the time I got there, my face was
already wet with tears. I closed the door and went and lay on my bed,
burying my face in the pillow, before I finally gave in to soft sobs. I
heard a knock on the door, but ignored it. Whoever was there didn't knock
again and left. I fell asleep like that, my face wet, my eyes puffy and the
last good thought I had was that I'd be able to see Cian tomorrow.


The next day at school, I walked to Mr Jansen's classroom with hesitant
feelings. Ever since we kissed that day in the boy's toilets, he's been a
little aloof with me. At first it stung, but then I realized that he was a
teacher and that if anyone found out, he could lose his job. Still, I
couldn't help but continue to fall in love with him. Besides the fact that
he was the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen, with his beautiful hair, deep
chocolate brown eyes, and full kissable lips, he was smart and caring and
gentle and so mature for his age. Everyone loved him and he was an
excellent teacher. I would stand in the hallway when he passed and I'd see
all the girls staring at him. I had to admit that I felt a little
jealous. If I could be with him, every bad thing in my life wouldn't matter
as long as he was with me. I could face my parents impending separation and
divorce and learn to accept myself as a gay teenager.

But that couldn't happen. That kiss was a fluke and wasn't meant to
happen. At night I'd close my eyes and think back to that moment, when in
my humiliation and despair, he came to me and comforted me. He embraced me
and held. And when our lips inched toward each other and finally touched, I
was happy. Happy for that moment. Happy that a dream had come true for me.

So I made my way into the classroom, which is actually a kitchen and took
my place at my workstation as I fished my clean apron out of my backpack. I
placed my backpack underneath the workstation and went to the little sink
near the door to was and sanitize my hands. Mr Jansen was sitting at his
desk, grading some papers while the class filled up with students. When the
bell finally rang for class to begin, he set aside the papers, made his way
to the sink as a few stragglers stumbled into the kitchen. He smiled at
their tardiness as he washed his hands. I silently sighed as I stared at
his derriere while he bent slightly to wash his hands. It was firm and pert
and round in his snug blue jeans. He dried his hands and stood in the
centre, staring at us with a faint smile.

"Good morning students, I hope you had a lovely weekend?"

The students murmured their positive agreements.

"Great! Because I have some news for you. I will be hosting a meeting this
afternoon in which two representatives of each class that I teach will
attend. We will be discussing the planning of this year's upcoming senior
and junior prom. The senior class has agreed to combine the two events and
make it one. The two classes will be organizing the event together. Now, I
don't want to say anymore about that. I want you to nominate two people in
the class to represent you at the meeting this afternoon." He looked at us
expectantly.

Everyone looked around. The class was silent and nobody seemed to want to
do it, even though this was an important event in our school career.

"Come now, I'm sure you wouldn't want me to CHOOSE any of you, right? So
hurry up and make you nominations," he said, folding his arms with a cute
smirk on his face.

I don't know what I was thinking, but I found myself lifting up my hand and
volunteering to be one. When I realized what I was doing it was too late to
rescind. I could feel the blush creep up my face and I was mortified with
myself. Why the FUCK would I DO that! I guess I just wasn't thinking and
was just too in love with him that I wanted to please him.

He smiled, "Wonderful! Thank you, Dean, for volunteering. Anyone else?" he
asked, looking at the faces of my classmates.

"Dude, are you okay?" Josh jabbed his elbow into my side. "You're pale."

I cleared my throat, "Uh, yeah, I'm good."

Another girl in my class volunteered. Mr Jansen continued with class,
making it fun for everyone. It seemed as if we were gradually moving on to
more complex dishes. But, yeah, class was fun.

The bell rang signalling the end of class and the beginning of lunch. The
students made their way out of the class. "Dean, could you stay behind a
moment?" Mr Jansen asked from his desk. He was sitting with his hands
clasped on the table, with an almost hesitant smile n his face. He seemed
to look a little nervous, and that made me feel the same. Did I do
something? I started trembling a little. I told Josh I'd meet him and
Danielle in the cafeteria in a bit and he left.

I made my way over to him and stood there, my heart beating a tattoo in my
chest. My throat felt dry, looking at him, and I swallowed hard. My palms
were sweaty and my scalp felt itchy. Mr Jansen looked up at me and his
smile faltered a little. Something was up.

"Uh, is everything okay Mr Jansen?" I asked, trying to keep the tremble out
of my voice.

His bright smile returned and he nodded. For some reason I started blushing
and I felt like fidgeting, so I clasped my hands behind my back.

"For this minute... call me Cian." He said. This made me think that it
wasn't school related. "I want to... ask you... something." I could have
sworn I saw his hand trembling, but he moved his hands to his lap. Whatever
he had to say must be really important.

He continued, "I know we don't know each other that long and... well, I was
wondering... if you'd like to, you know, go... out with... me?"

At first, I couldn't comprehend what he was asking me, but then, when I
realized, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, I wanted to jump for
joy; I wanted to faint, die and go to heaven. Was this real? Did Cian
Jansen really just ask me out? Was this some sort of practical joke?

But then I remembered that day in the boys' toilet, when we kissed and I
could have kicked myself in the head! What straight boy would kiss another
guy like that? None that I knew of anyway, and that left the stupidly
honest conclusion that Cian was, in fact, gay. When I realized that, it was
as if a whole new world of possibilities opened up to me. Like my life
wasn't so bad after all, that there was happiness for me. This all happened
in the space of three seconds.

I looked at Cian. I opened my mouth a few times, but nothing came out. Ugh!
I mentally shook myself out of my wussiness and smiled at him. I could feel
my eyes watering and I struggled to keep my tears of joy contained until I
could rush home and bury my face in my pillow and scream and cry from
happiness.

"I... I would like that a lot Mr... uh, Cian. I'd love to go out with you."

Cian's smile became more bright and genuine. His whole body practically
brightened and became sexier to me. "Great! Wonderful! Uh, will Friday be
okay with you?" he asked.

I nodded, not sure how I was going to make it through the rest of the week.

"Okay, I'll come over after school on Friday and we'll go out for dinner
and a movie... unless, you'd like to do something else?"

"No-no, dinner and a movie is cool," I said, my body practically vibrating.

"Good, well... enjoy your lunch, well, as much as you can. I'm trying to
develop a better menu for the school, none of that food is good for
anyone," he rambled as we made our way to the door. He was so cute when he
rambled.

I sighed and told him I'd see him around. My life didn't seem so bad right
now.


***

Cian


Omigod! I did it. I really did it! I'm absolutely trembling right now. I
was giddy and sweaty and a little exhausted from trying to keep my
composure while asking Dean out. I've finally set things in motion that
could affect my life. And I loved it! Something good was finally happening
to me.

I spied Kayla outside the classroom and dashed to the door. She hadn't seen
me yet. I wrenched the door open, swiftly looking to see if anyone else was
in the hallway and yanked her into the classroom. She yelped and was about
to punch as I slammed the door shut.

"Whoa, there sugar! It's just me."

She huffed, "Damn it Cian! Are you trying to get your balls crushed? You
never, ever do that to a woman of my caliber," she ranted.

"Oho! A woman you are now? Ha-ha, I've practically got tears in my eyes
from mirth and amusement. Nevertheless, I've got news for you. I DID IT!"

"Did what?" she asked me comprehension the furthest thing from her mind.

"Oh! Sometimes I wonder if you aren't really blond. But I did it. I asked
Dean out!" I exclaimed, ready to praise the Gods.

As it dawned on her, a smirk appeared on her beautiful face, giving her a
pixie-like appearance. She set her hands on her hips in a pose, "Why Cian
you dastardly efficient horny-homo you. You sure work fast, don't you?"

I snarled at her, "Shut up Lilith, Queen of the parasites."

She laughed and then grew serious, "I happy for you Cian, really. And
Dean's a good kid."

I blushed and snickered, "Thank you. I'm taking him out Friday night for
dinner and a movie."

"Awesome! Now, if you'll excuse me, I actually have to buy me something to
eat, unlike you who only have to look at a pantry to whip up gold." She
cackled and minced out of the classroom, leaving me to my euphoria.


The week passed achingly slowly, but I was comforted by the fact that I
could see Dean every day. We shared smiles with each other at every chance
we got, briefly staring in each other's eyes. Dean had such staggeringly
beautiful eyes. I fall into them whenever I catch them staring at me
intently. I knew he regarded me with the same feelings and I took solace in
that. That he loved me as much as I loved him. Very few words were spoken
to each other during that snail-paced week. We didn't have very much
time. On Monday after school we had the meeting to come up with ideas for
the junior and senior prom. I sent them all home with the request that they
organize themselves and delegate tasks to each of them.

On Thursday afternoon I went to visit Julian at the hotel. We were relaxing
in front of the TV when I told him that I had asked Dean out. He smiled and
hugged me, "I'm proud of you, son." I beamed at that. We really were
getting close. Now the only thing left was to have my whole family here
with me. We spent the afternoon just lounging around, getting more
comfortable with each other. I realized before I left that I hadn't had one
erotic thought about Julian in awhile, and that made me breathe a sigh of
relief. It meant that I could really be myself around him, and not feel
uncomfortable. I was starting to think of him as my father.


Finally Friday arrived, and with it came all the feelings of anxiety and
apprehension. What if I wasn't good enough for him? What if I embarrassed
myself in front of him? I could see myself blundering throughout the entire
date. Do we kiss at the end of the date? I was almost ready to call Dean
and postpone. Luckily Kayla put a stop to that.

"Enough!" she barked. "What's gotten into you? Where is that confident,
happy, gay friend of mine? What's happening tonight is simple. You're going
on a date, not meeting the president. Just be yourself. Isn't that who Dean
fell in love with?"

She was right. I just had to relax and be myself. Dean was just another
ordinary guy whom I happened to be in love with, quirks and all. No, Dean
came to be so much more than an ordinary boy to me. I wanted to make him
happy. Tonight I was going to make him forget about his troubles at home,
even if it was only for a few hours.


Surprisingly, the day flew by. I felt relaxed and confident. I smiled at
Dean when I saw him. The students were generally well behaved throughout
the day, and that helped to keep my mood going strong.

I got home with enough time to spare before I was due to pick up Dean. I
showered, picked out a sexy out fit to wear, styled my hair with a little
help from Lilith herself. Kayla was teasing me throughout the entire week,
but I took in good spirits, she was my best friend. The fag hag. I
snickered to myself at that. I was to get Dean at six and then Mr Tennyson
would drive us to the mall and pick us up again at eleven.

I was really happy with the Tennyson's. They accepted my homosexuality
without batting an eye. Mr Tennyson laughed and patted me on my back, "Good
for you, my boy!" and that was that. Mrs Tennyson gave me a large piece of
chocolate and sighed, "I guess there's no chance you'll be getting together
with my daughter and giving me grandkids." We both laughed uproariously
while I tried to stuff my face. Mrs Tennyson made a mean chocolate cake,
even better that my special recipe.

At five minutes to six I made my way over the street to Dean's house,
taking a few deep breaths and smoothing my shirt down. I walked up to the
door and knocked.


***

Dean

I heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it!" I shouted before my mom or dad
could get to the door. I floundered my way down the stairs and opened the
door. My breath caught in my throat.

An angel had knocked on my door. Cian was the epitome of eroticism. He was
exotic. He wore a pair of blue slim fit jeans and a black long-sleeved
shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows. He wore a
handmade necklace with a single small seashell and two beads. His hair was
styled in an emo look with his bangs barely over his magical chocolate
eyes, and hair that almost reached his shoulders.

The five seconds after I opened the door was used to survey him only. I
didn't need to breathe or do anything else.

"Hi Dean," he said. I was snapped out of my trance immediately and
stammered out a hello. I was nervous as hell and hoped I didn't mess
anything up.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked me.

I nodded. "MOM, I'M LEAVING NOW!" I shouted.

"Have fun honey!" she replied.

We made our way over to Mr Tennyson, who was waiting for us from their
driveway. We both got in the backseat and settled down comfortably as we
drove to the mall.

"What movie would you like to see?" Cian asked me.

I shrugged, not really thinking about, "Anything you want, so long as it
isn't chick flick."

"Pity, I kinda like chick flicks," he said.

I turned to look at him and saw that he was grinning. We both started
cracking up, Mr Tennyson adding his deep chuckles too.

"Why don't we see `Avatar'?" he suggested.

I immediately brightened at that, "Sure, I haven't seen it yet and I hear
that it's extremely good."

He chuckled, "We'll see."

I sighed, indulging my need to stare at him. This was a dream come true.

We decided to have dinner first as the movie was gonna be quite long. When
Mr Tennyson dropped us at the mall, we made our way to a pizza parlor. We
ordered one large pizza and shared it between us. I kept staring at him
throughout. My nervousness had subsided somewhat, but I shuddered every
time I looked I looked into his eyes.

"Tell me about South Africa," I asked him as we were finishing our pizza.

He sat back and looked up towards the ceiling in thought. "Well, I'm from
Cape Town. South Africans call it the mother city and it has many different
historical sites. South Africa's not all that different from the USA. We
have our large cities and breathtaking beaches and gardens.  Cape Town was
my home all my life. South Africa is full of culture, what with it having
eleven official languages and all, but, it was my home."

"And your family?" I was hanging on every word he spoke. It was like a
treasure trove of knowledge about him that I would always hold dear.

He got a wistful smile on his face as he thought about his family. "I grew
up in a middle class family in a fairly good suburban area. There was me,
my mother and father, my little brother Jimmy and my aunt. I suppose I grew
up in happy family. I left school in the ninth grade to pursue studies in
hospitality, so I enrolled at a college that offered the course. I studied
hard and ended up one of the top students. I was fourteen when I
started..."

"Anyway," he continued, "I did well and I was happy... but a few years ago,
my dad got sick. He was diagnosed with Creudzfeldt-Jakob disease, a
degenerative disease of the nervous system. He... uh... he died within two
months. There's no known cure for it."

My heart was aching for him. He looked so sad. He must have loved his
father. "I'm sorry, Cian..."

"No apologies necessary, I've grown to live with it." He pasted a smile on
his face and looked at his watch. "We should probably get going if we're
going to make the movie."

I nodded and got up. Despite the fact that we'd touched on a sore subject,
I was happy. Happy to be with him, happy to be able to just look in his
eyes. I wanted to run my hands through his hair, caress his jaw, rub our
noses together and shove my soul into him through his eyes. I loved him
something fierce.

We paid and made our way to the theatre, bought the tickets and took our
seats close to the middle, where there were less people. The theatre wasn't
that full, but people always gravitated to the back. We made ourselves
comfortable as the movie began. I'd heard a few things about what happened
in the theatres when people went on dates, but the only thing I had on my
mind, was holding his hand.

He looked over at me and did exactly as I had wished, nut instead of just
holding it, he pulled my hand onto his lap. My eyes widened, and my heart
beat fast. His hands were warm, a little rough, indicating that he used
them well, and my fingers fit perfectly between his fingers. We stayed like
throughout the entire movie, occasionally squeezing when we got excited,
the movie a perfect ten. When the credits rolled up the screen, there was a
little applause. I was a little surprised when Cian snuck a kiss on my
cheek. I could feel the heat crawling through my body in the northern and
southern directions. It was sweet and made my heart flutter. I wasn't
worried that we'd be seen by anyone.

We left the theatre. We had about fifteen minutes before Mr Tennyson picked
us up. We stood outside the mall in a quiet area, watching people go
by. The stars were twinkling faintly in the sky.

"I really had fun tonight," I told him shyly.

He grabbed hold of my hand and lifted it to his lips in a kiss. Oh my
God. I read about guys doing this in the Victorian ages in Europe, but Cian
had done the same now, and I felt my eyes water up from the purity of the
act.

"I enjoyed myself too."

Then he tugged on my arm to pull me close, oblivious to the people walking
by. He snaked his arms around my waist and held me close. I thought back to
what I wanted to do to him in the pizza parlor. So I did it.

I looked into his deep chocolate pools, I gently ran my hand through his
soft, silky hair, I caressed his strong, angled jaw with the back of my
hand, I rubbed my nose against his cute one, and I physically tried to pour
my essence into him through his eyes. The moment was so right. His head
angled to the left as we moved closer. I could taste his sweet breath. Our
lips touched gently, delicately, a chaste, romantic brushing of our lips,
sweet and innocent. After a few second he lightly grazed the tip of his
tongue against my bottom lip. I shuddered and parted them for him in
assent.

Hallowed be his name.

If a kiss was this beautiful, I shuddered to think what would happen when
we expressed each other with... wait, let me rather not think about it.

We kissed for a few minutes, savoring each other's flavors, when we were
startled by a honking sound. We turned to see Mr Tennyson waiting patiently
for us. He had a huge grin plastered on his face. We both giggled and ran
to get into the car.

Back on my porch at home we said goodbye.

"Dean... we have to keep this a secret at school. I could lose my job if
the school found out."

I nodded, understanding. I wasn't ready to come out either at school. "It's
okay Cian."

I kissed him again saying goodnight physically. He left and jogged across
the road and entered the house. I sighed and went inside.


I was not expecting what was waiting for me inside. There they stood. My
mother and father, just on the other side of the door. By their facial
expressions I knew something bad was coming. My mother looked livid, her
face flushing red. She had tears in her eyes and a sneer on her face. My
father's eyes were wide... and sad, his lips pursed, his shoulders slumped.

"I should have known," my mother said. "Not my son. Not him."

I was confused.

"Have fun with your little fag boyfriend?" she asked

I gasped, almost choking on my tongue. They must have seen Cian and me
outside. Oh my God!

"Now Jean, let's not overreact," my dad said, trying to calm my mother
down.

"OVERREACT! My son's a homosexual! Betrayed on both sides."

I felt tears come to my eyes and a sob escaped my lips.

"Jean!" my dad said sternly. But my mother wouldn't listen.

"NO! Like father like son, they say," she sneered.

"What!" I said, stunned to my very core. I couldn't be. She's lying.

"Oh yes, Dean, your dad's a fag just like you. Heh, it's the reason out
marriage has gone down," she ranted.

I covered my mouth to keep the sobs from escaping. This couldn't be
happening. I looked at my dad and he was holding his head in his hands. He
looked crushed.

"Please Jean, there's no need to take it out Dean," dad said, trying to
reason with her.

"I've had it!" she sobbed. "Leave," she demanded.

I stopped breathing for a minute. She can't really mean for us to leave,
can she? She my mother, she's supposed to love me no matter what, right?

"Jean, please!"

"LEAVE!" she screamed before running to the bathroom.

I couldn't keep back the sobs now. My night was perfect, full of teenage
love... and now this. I knew it was too good to be true.

"Dean," my dad said slowly. "Go to your room and pack some clothes and
toothbrush.

I didn't move.

My dad came over to me and embraced me in a hug. "It's gonna be
okay. Just... just go and pack some clothes. Please."

I nodded in to his shoulder and hurriedly made my way upstairs. I never
stopped crying the entire time.

A few minutes later my dad and I were in his car driving who knows where?

I was still crying softly, clutching by bag in front of me like it was a
lifesaver and I was in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. What were we going
to do now?

I looked at my dad, driving the car with a stolid facial expression. He
turned to look at me and I could practically see his façade crumble. He
stopped at a stop sign and pulled me into his arms and started to cry. It
made me cry harder.

"Don't worry, Dean, none of this is your fault. We'll get through
this. Your mother will come around. She still loves you."

I didn't believe him. I didn't know what to believe right now.

"Where are we going to go?" I managed to ask him. My dad's arms around me
were comforting. He clutched me tightly.

"We'll rent a room at a motel for the time being, but I'll have to find
something a little more permanent, later." He looked at me and wiped my
tears away, "I love you Dean, always. Don't you ever forget that, okay?"

"I love you too, dad," I sniffled.

He kissed me on my forehead and we started driving again. This was one hell
of a day. My life had changed now. I was terrified of what would happen
next. Terrified and numb. The only thing still keeping me together was the
thought of Cian. I hope he understands.

Author's note:

Once again, thank you for reading. This time I won't take a few months to
get the next chapter out.Hehe. Send your comments to mystories92@gmail.com.