Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2007 23:09:22 -0500
From: iahveh@gmail.com
Subject: Notch it up 2

 Usual Precautions. Contains gays. Dont read this if it offends or if
you're underage. Everyone mentioned is imaginary, and underage. Be 18,
don't copy what I've put down, and come back again. Hopefully you'll
enjoy.


           Steve opened his eyes slowly, unable to tell what he was
looking at. He scrubbed at his eyes, checking to see if his hellish
contacts had made the night. When he leaned up and looked around, he saw
that it was sometime in the late afternoon, and he was in the middle of a
field in the park.....still. Whatever the hell happened last night, he
thought, I sure should've held back a bit. He rolled over onto his
stomach, and nuzzled his face into the leaves that lay all around him.
Emotional buildup wasn't something he dealt with well. Thinking back on
last night wasn't that bad considering that all of it was a little dulled
from the alcohol he had let himself down.

            So he might have had a bit of a thing going for Neil all
along, but it wasn't something that he consciously acknowledged, and
despite the fact that Neil was drunk as shit when he was messing around,
somewhere Neil knew that there was something wrong with Steve, and, well
that was enough to be too much. Finding nice people, and ones that would
accept you as close friends weren't common, so Neil had been special to
Steve, but whatever. Screw him. Steve had always gotten well enough along
without people around him, and it wasn't like he was really into the
whole scene that he'd been in with Neil.

            "HEY?!" someone shouted. Steve scrunched up his face at the
noise. Was somebody yelling at him? Go away. Just, go away, he thought.
"Hello?" somebody said closer again. Steve groaned a bit, and thought of
rolling over to see whether the person was talking to him, but figured
that he didn't really care if they were talking to him; the leaves and
grass were pretty damn comfy.

            "Whoooaah!" Steve let out as somebody bodily rolled him over.
He squinted up at some guy crouched over him, and chuckling a little bit.

            "Something worth laughing at?" Steve asked.

            "Yeah, I thought you were hurt, or diabetic or something."
the guy replied.

            "What? Diabetic? Why the hell would you think I'm diabetic?"
Steve groaned.

            The man laughed a bit. "Because I thought you were passed out
on the ground, and you had a practically full bottle of vodka nexta you.
Who passes out after taking 2 swigs but a diabetic having some type of
blood problem?"

            Steve scowled at the man, who on better examination proved to
be a guy about his age, or a little older. He was still standing over
Steve, and blocking the sun, so it was actually proving rather hard to
make out his face. Steve scowled despite the man's pleasant manner. "So
i'm a little bit of a light weight. Thanks for pointing it out." Steve
tried to stand up, and the guy helped lift him with and arm under his
right. The sudden vertical change caught Steve full on, and he found
himself leaning into the man, trying to adjust despite the vertigo.

            "Whoah, relax." the man breathed into Steven's ear. Steve
felt the man holding him upright, keeping him still. "Just hangon, it'll
pass in a second."

            Annoyingly the man was right, and Steve pushed away from the
closeness of the guy, whose chest he had been leaning on. He'd felt warm.

            "Uhm, thanks." Steven stammered. "Your name is^Å?"

            "Will. It's Will. Hey, can I take you somewhere? I was gonna
go for a run, but I've lost the sudden need."

            Steve thought back on the night before and the fact that his
parents didn't know where he was. Suddenly he didn't feel like going back
home any time soon. Will didn't seem like too bad of a guy either. He was
a little bit taller than Steve, and with his dark auburn hair cut short
was rather good looking too. God, aren't the nice ones always fucking
gorgeous also. "Yeah," Steve agreed. "I'd love to cleanup a bit before I
try going back home if you don't mind."

            "Heh. Not at all. I've been in the same boat a couple of
times. C'mon." Will led Steve back to a car that was apparently his, and
they both got in. Will said that he lived not too far away and, go
figure, he was also a senior in high school. Steve relaxed a bit more,
and they started to talk about school and college possibilities. It was a
normal enough ride back to Will's house, but Steve was slightly put off
by the kindness and straightforward demeanor of this guy that'd he'd just
been rolled over by that morning. The sunlight and cold air had mixed to
make him rather grumpy to begin with, but had also added to the intensity
of the situation. Why the hell was he even accepting a ride from Will in
the first place?

            "Hey^Å'ello?" Will said in soft voice. "Anybody home?"

            "Yeah, sorry. Just dozing off."

            "You don't mind if I ask how you ended up in the field do
you." Steve looked out his window for a second, and turned back to glance
at Will.

            "I just got bored and was gonna head out to^Å" Steve stopped
and couldn't continue. He started thinking about last night and how angry
he had been with himself and with Neil and how he was now looking forward
to a year of loneliness every day of school. His heard started spinning
and he was suddenly unable to stop himself from letting it go. Steve
started to shake as he looked out the window and cried quietly. Will
didn't say anything to him. It seemed like he wasn't going to either.

            "head out to^Å?" Will repeated before he turned his head to
look at Steve. He hadn't even realized that Steve had begun to cry. He
slowed the car and pulled into a driveway. "Heeey, relax." he said
putting a hand on Steve's shoulder. Will slid out of the car and wend
around to open Steve's door. He leaned in over Steve and unbuckled him,
helping him get out. Steve stood there, sniffling a little bit as Will
shut the door. Will stepped toward Steve and brought him in to a tight
hug. The two stood there for a little while as Steve came back from his
lapse. Eventually Will let go and led Steve up toward the house that they
had been standing in front of. When they got inside Will turned and
looked softly at Steve.

            "You weren't just out last night, were you?" Steve was
looking back at Will, slightly irritated that he even had to think about
this at the moment.

            "No," he got out, "I was minding my own business last night
until I woke up this morning because somebody was shaking me. Nevermind
all of this. Thanks for the ride, I'll see you around." Steve pushed his
way past and back outside again. It was mid afternoon, nearly two hours
later at that point, and he wasn't that far from home. He started to walk
in the direction that he thought was toward his house, not even thinking
about the boy he had just left behind. Steve got about two houses down
the street when he saw a large bird flying overhead. As he took another
step he inadvertently stepped on a patch of ice and he feet flew out from
under him. The back of his head connected hard with the concrete before
he rolled to a rest at the side of the curb. The pain was immense, but
Steve hadn't even yelled out as he fell. He was just staring up at the
sky, squinting through the pain, trying to think of why he was still
going on. It was tiring to think, to breathe, to move. He just lay there
trying to let go of his existence. That is until a shadow fell over his
face. For the second time that day Steve looked up and saw Will standing
over him. He just groaned and rolled over so that he was face down.

            "Hey, I saw you fall. Despite the fact that you're obviously
more fucked up than I could've guessed earlier, you can't keep laying in
the road. You're gonna get hit." There was a pause before Will went on
again. "Just come on back with me. I know you don't really know me, I'm
sorry I pressured you back there. I can tell you're tired, and not quite
better from last night. If you come back I already have a fire going in
the den in my basement and you're welcome to crash no questions asked."

            Steve didn't have the energy to respond and just grunted.

            "Okay, fine." Will huffed. Suddenly he hoisted Steve from the
ground and was carrying him like in one of those movies. It was
ridiculous, and highly embarrassing in the least, but Steve didn't really
care, and just sagged a bit as he was bodily taken back up the road and
inside. Will carried Steve down a flight of stairs and into the den where
it truly was warm and rather comfortable. Steve let out a little yelp as
he was dropped onto a couch, and sat up to watch Will walk away, and
presumably back upstairs. Steve didn't know what to do. He looked around
the room, which was rather muted in its construction, and soon lay down
to sleep. He dreamt of empty hallways and blurred faces. He awoke at one
point when the fire popped, and found that he had been covered with a
heavy blanket. What was he doing here, and who was this guy who had come
out of nowhere to help him? Surely this was nothing more than a momentary
comfort before he returned to real life.

I wrote this section while listening to Damien Rice's album 9, so i think
it took on a bit of a depressive tone. hehehe, i'll see what i can do
about that as i continue. I wasn't sure whether I'd continue this, or if
anybody's even reading, but I just might after. Anything to say?
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