Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2014 17:48:42 -0600 From: DJ Adams <adamsdj1977@gmail.com> Subject: One Hell of a Day Chapter 3 One Hell of a Day: Chapter 3. This story is totally fictitious and is only a figment of my imagination. The storyline and the characters are all fictitious and are not representative of any person or persons. The story deals with a young teen's realization that he's gay and his attempt at suicide- A very real and unfortunately common situation. The goal is partly to acknowledge and to vindicate these circumstances as something that DOES happen but it's also to cast a positive light on life and show that suicide is not the answer. This story is about Dylan Davenport's failed suicide and subsequent life afterwards. It includes gay themes, strong language and everything else that you would expect to go on in the life of a teenager. If any of these topics are offensive to you, please choose another story from the archive. ********** Nifty is a free service. Help keep it that way. Donate voluntarily and do your share to keep Nifty around before you no choice but to do so or see the archive be lost. ********** One Hell of a Day: Chapter 3. (This chapter will be told from Riley's perspective) (Picking up where Chapter 2 left off) I can't BELIEVE I let myself break down like that in front of him. What a fucking LOSER I must be. Whatever. It's too late now. Anyway, it's a bit of a ride from the Davenport's house in Astoria back to Brooklyn so I thought I'd better get something to eat. I stopped in at a little guinea grinder shop for a sandwich. My other best friend, Patrick O'Leary's, grandmother works in there and she is such a sweet lady. ********** "Look, lady, all I've got is a card." "I'm sorry but we only accept cash here." Mrs. O'Leary said back to the clearly agitated man. He looked well-kept with a clean-shaven face and neatly parted hair. He was dressed in a business suit so he must've been one of those 'high-on-the-horse' types who thought who the hell he was. "What kind of fucking place doesn't take credit? This is bullshit." Okay, I've had enough. You don't fuck with the elderly while I'm around. "Excuse me, you have a problem, sir?" I asked the guy. He turn and looked down his nose at me and gave me a visual once over. "Mind your own business, kid." He said as he turned his attention back to Mrs. O'Leary. "What's the matter? You prefer to pick on little, old ladies, tough guy? I think you need an attitude adjustment and I'd be more than happy to give you a tune-up." I said with an edge in my voice. "Just try it." He retorted, not turning around but still trying to sound threatening. The customer behind me said, "I ain't seein' nothin'," and Mrs. O'Learly smiled at me and walked into the back room. Perfect!! There was my permission. I grabbed the moron, spun him around and landed one right on his chin. The man fell back onto the ground and I jumped on top of him, landing a few more blows to his mouth. "Kick his arse, lad!!" Mrs. O'Leary hollered from the back room. I smiled and landed one more before letting him get up and flee. "And don't come back, ya bum!!" I yelled out the door after him. Mrs. O'Leary came out from the back room with her hand over her mouth, stifling a giggle. I love that old gal. "Gave him a piece of your mind, aye?" She said. "Sure did. And he deserved it, too. Man, that felt good!!" I said. I needed to vent out some of my frustrations out. "Good. Now, how are you, Riley?" She asked. "Well, I've been better." I admitted. "I need to hook back up with Patrick. It's been too long and I've been a little distant." "He said something about not having seen you." She said as she started making me my usual genoa grinder. "Tell ya what, boyo, I've got some friends from the old country I haven't seen in a very long time coming by tomorrow for dinner. Why don't you drop in and catch up?" She invited. "Mrs. O'Leary, you are a saint." I responded. "See you at 6:00." She winked. "You bet!!" ********** "Hello, Riley? Earth to Riley? You in there, man?" Patrick said, shaking my shoulder. "Huh? What?" "Damn, bro. You're fucked up. What's with you lately, man?" "Sorry, Pat, I've just had a lot on my mind." "I'll say. You're as lovesick as I've ever seen. Who's the lucky lady?" He asked with a smirk. Obviously, I haven't told him I'm gay. It's nothing against him, it's just that I'm not ready to tell my male best friend that I'm into guys. It's not the same as when I told Jenny. Though, maybe tonight would be a good time to come clean. "Not exactly." I admitted. "I'll fill you in more tonight after dinner. The lunch table isn't the best place to chat." Which was true: I had another two classes left in the day before I got out of here and a high school in New York City isn't exactly the best place to look like a pussy, even if you are pussy, like me. "Alright, man. Fair enough." "So, who is coming for dinner, anyway?" I asked, changing the subject. "Beats me. Grandma just said that they were some people whose family she's known since she was a little girl and they've just moved here from Dublin. I guess my grandma and their grandma were best friends in school so she wants to kinda look after them while they get adjusted." "Hmph. That's kinda cool." I said while I took another bite out of my pizza. "I guess. All I know is that she's making my favorite for dinner." He said, trying to keep a straight face. "Corned beef and cabbage." I said, rolling my eyes and smiling." "You know it!!" He grinned. ********** I got home from school and plopped down in the living room to watch a little TV. I was only home for about 15 minutes when my phone started to vibrate. I got a text message from Jenny. "hey." "Hey." "wats up?" "Not much. You?" "nm. hey im sorry ive been such a bitch 2 u." Hmph. Guess she's finally starting to come back from the rejection. "It's okay. I know it hurt." "still i shouldnt have acted like that 2 u. ilu and ur my bff." "It's all good, Jenny. We're cool :)." Glad we've got that crap all ironed out. That's one less thing I have to worry about. "cool. what are you doing tmw?" "I'm on the schedule at work. Wanna hang later tonight?" "idk. prob not. ive got plans with dylan and idk how l8 well be." Now that she said it, I've got plans of my own with Patrick and the O'Leary's. Just as well. "Alright, no prob. I'll catch you over the weekend. What's with you and Dylan hanging out? No Shannon?" Ugh. Pretty-boy, fuck-face Shannon. I don't even know him but I hate his guts. I'm only asking now to be polite. "no. he had other plans w family for dinner." Good. The less time he spends with Dylan, the better. Asshole. "Oh. Cool. Good to see you and Dylan spending quality time." "yh. I'm glad 2. i nvr see him anymore. he asked about u 2 day." Oh, shit. I hope he didn't say that I ran out of there last night, crying like a little girl. "Oh, yeah?" "yh. said you were here last nite and w8ed 4 me but u fell asleep." Whew!! "Yeah but it's no big deal, dude. I got a grinder from Mrs. O'Leary and went home." "cool. hey i g2g. talk later. luv u bro." "Love ya, too, girl." Well, that's cool. Looks like I've got my old friend back. Maybe the world isn't so dismal after all. But now, I really should start getting my cloths ironed out for dinner tonight. ********** I didn't really know what to wear but I figured things would be at least somewhat formal since Mrs. O'Leary is an old-timer and this is some kind of little reunion dinner. I settled on a pair of dark jeans, more casual looking stripped polo, tucked in with a black belt and a pair of black shoes. Hey, not too dressy and not too casual. I left my parents a note before I went to bed, last night, saying that I was headed over to Patrick's grandma's for dinner and my Mom wound up baking some chocolate-chip cookies before she left for work this morning so I would have something to bring over there. She's freakin' awesome. I mean, who else's Mom is going to bake 4 dozen cookies at 5:00AM before working a 10-hour day? I grabbed the container and began the short walk to Mrs. O'Leary's house, a few blocks away. ********** "Cookies!!" Patrick yelled, digging in as soon as I said 'chocolate chip'. "Now, lad, don't you go filling up on that!! I made your favorite meal." Mrs. O'Leary told Patrick. "Yes, Grandma." Patrick acknowledged before taking just one more cookie out and replacing the top. We tramped into the living room and watched a little TV. It wasn't long before we heard voices approaching, muddled in a fairly thick Irish accent. The front door open and the three guests were welcomed in. Not long after, a boy a little younger than us came into the room. He pretty well-dressed. Linen shirt, tweed trousers, suspenders, hell, he even had one of the hats that the Mick's like to wear. Green eyes, red hair, freckles, he was actually a cute little guy. Patrick and I stood up to introduce ourselves. "Hi, I 'm Patrick." Patrick said, shaking the boy's hand. "Riley." I said, shaking his hand with a pleasant smile. "Right. Pleased to meet you. I'm Shannon." Shannon... Shannon?! This can't possibly be the same- No, it probably is. Of course it is. Cause that's my luck. Fucking great. I just love my life. Can you believe this fucking shit?! *** End of Chapter *** Stay tuned and look for future chapters as they become available. 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