Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2004 2:45:29 +0000
From: themann@fuse.net
Subject: Pair of Queens- Chapter 2

I strongly suggest you read chapter 1 again to refresh your memory on the
story thus far,

Thanks for e-mailing (themann@fuse.net)

Here's chapter 2

This chapter/the whole story is dedicated to Sammie Gaima, who has taught
me that love can be found in any place. He has shown me that the miracle of
joy can indeed be obtained by mortals, and that two people can share a bond
that can never be broken. He is my light in the morning and the stars in
the evening; he is the grass in the field and the peak of the mountain. He
is perfection and he can do no wrong. He is my sun, my center, and he has
shown me that even the darkest nights will end and the sun will rise again
to destroy all darkness and woe of the world. I love you with all my heart
and soul, don't ever change!

Chapter 2- Acknowledgements

	I cried for several hours. My heart felt heavy, like a brick, or a
cinder block. My mind was spinning so rapidly that my head felt like a
whirlwind of anger. I was blinded by the anger, the jealousy, the
all-around despair that had taken over my being, my essence, my soul. The
clouds in my head were growing thicker, and it was beginning to rain. When
it rains it pours, here in California, and the trees outside were swaying
in the steadily increasing winds. The lake, from what I could see outside
my window, was starting to flood.

	I cried myself to sleep that night and had the dream again. This
time, however, it went a little further. Again I was at the lake, and the
moon was a crescent in its waning cycle. The man in black showed up out of
nowhere, again, and there was a cold wind when he appeared. The kind that
sends a sharp jolt down your spine. There was no warmth in the man in
black; he seemed so cold, and empty. He pointed his long bone-like finger
behind me, where my family stood again. I rejected them, and the man in
black was in the center of the lake, when I turned back around. He was
walking on the water, and when he reached the center, he beckoned me to
follow him. This time, I did follow him; I did not wake up just yet. I
followed him to the middle of the lake, and he looked at me through his
black cloak. I could feel his petrifying gaze on me; it felt like a
thousand needles through my heart, ten thousand beetles in my veins, and a
million snakes on my spine, devouring everything in their path. He put a
hand through his cloak, reaching for something hidden beneath the long,
black robe. While he pulled the item out from underneath the robe, maggots
were swarming on his arm, his decaying, putrid, rancid arm. When his hand
finally emerged from the depths of his garments, it was carrying
something. I couldn't tell what it was, but it was long and sharp. That's
when I woke up this time, sweating profusely.

	I tried to think what the dream could mean, but I came up blank
again. All I could think of was Sam and Jojo, their happiness, their
togetherness, and their love. I was completely devoured by this
overwhelming thought that Jojo didn't need me anymore, he had Sam. I
couldn't compete with either of them, and I didn't want to. All I wanted
was to get this sadness, this grief that seemed to destroy my heart and my
soul. I was awake, and able to feel the world around me, but it all felt
the same, everything I touched felt like sandpaper. Everything I touched
became damned and everything I loved or felt dearly about, was gone. Out
the window and into the world, lost forever with the grass, the trees, and
the oceans. The song of the birds sounded like the screaming of the
banshee, and the little hopes and dreams that I still had, were vanishing
rapidly.

	The sky seemed to rain fire, and the lake looked a brilliant red,
the color of blood. The suns vile rays were igniting the earth in a black
light, and a fowl scent, and all of creation was trembling before the
burning standings of hell. My goblins, my warlocks, my own demons seemed to
be flooding into this world, that we call earth. I, myself, felt
empty. Like trash or a pen with no ink, useless, bitter, angry. There was
only a microscopic glimmer of light within me. The tiniest thing
imaginable, and that was my sanity. I had lost everything last night, and
had a reoccurring dream that would never go away, for all I knew. I had no
more passion in me, no more love, no more hope. I put my hand on my chest
to hear my heart beating. I was surprised it was still there, still
beating, but nothing to beat for. This must sound depressing and pathetic,
but that is how I felt. I want to see the man that discovers that both of
his loves are unavailable, and doesn't feel this way. They are, in fact,
with each other.

	I was hardly able to drag myself to school that day. The most
miserable day of my life was about to get worse. I drove to school. On the
way, I narrowly avoided a semi; my blind anger was affecting my driving. I
was on the completely opposite side of the road as I should have been. I
just missed him, and when I finally got to school, Jojo, came up to me. I
didn't want to talk to him, even if he was my best, who am I kidding, ONLY,
friend. I didn't have a choice, though. He was standing right next to me
when I got out of my car, and he immediately was on tearing up. He knew
that I was hurt, very badly, last night, more than anyone should ever have
to be hurt.

	He pushed me back into my car, and got in the passenger's side so
we could have a private conversation. I turned my head to look at him; he
was just so sexy, and fantastically witty, and charming.

	"I don't know what to say Jack," he began as he turned to look at
me. His eyes would have melted my soul, if I still had one. He had saw to
that earlier. I didn't hate him, but I just wasn't ready to be confronted
by this. Not yet, maybe in a few days, months, years, but not now.

	"I don't either, but I'll start by saying, why didn't you tell me?"
I wanted to know everything, and I wanted the truth, and nothing but the
truth so help him God.

	"I could say the same thing to you," he shot back with surprising
aggression and contempt. Like I was lower than he was, like I was less than
he was because he had someone and I didn't.

	That just made me madder, and I nearly punched him in the face
right there in the car. I hardly could hold myself back, but I took a deep
breath and held it in. When I finally let it out, I was in tears. I was
crying in a very public place, but I didn't show any signs, except the
tears. I hung strong, and started to say something. I opened my mouth, but
was interrupted by Jojo.

	"Look, you mean more to me than he does. I you want me to end it,
then I will," he was trying to save this friendship. "Without you, Jack,
I'm nothing, I have no other real friends. Yeah I know I have people
hanging over me like parasites, but I rarely do anything outside of school
with them. I like you so much more than, them. I actually need you, as a
friend, as a supporter, and as a shoulder to lean on. Can you find it in
that golden heart of yours to forgive me for the crimes I have committed,
and the pain I have caused you?"

	He actually sounded sincere, but then the song from the "Music Man"
came into my head. `How can there be any sin in sincere. Where is the good
in goodbye?' That song raced through my head and I thought. This is the sin
in sincere, this is just an act, he's trying to get inside my skin and mess
with my head. Well I won't let him. I won't let him warp my mind into
thinking that he's a good guy. Although, he really didn't do anything
wrong. He just went out with the hottest guy in school. What's wrong with
that? I guess I was overreacting.

	I looked at him. He was crying. The pain that was in his eyes was
unlike anything I had ever seen. I felt so stupid and guilty. Of course
this was weighing down on him as well. How could I have been so blind? How
could I have been so quick to judge? I panicked.

	"Jojo, I love you. As a friend, and possibly more. I can see that
Sam makes you happy. I will support you with whatever you do, or whom ever
you choose to live your life with. I will always be there for you. I love
you," those words echoed through my head as I said them. They seemed to
brighten my mind. The clouds in my head were parting, and the spinning was
slowing down.

	He hugged me, right there in the car, and gave me a kiss on the
lips. "I love you too," he replied, and a solitary tear ran down his face.


	We were still at school and Jojo was fresh in my mind. I couldn't
get those two out of my thoughts. They were made for each other, and
although I was still envious, I had accepted their affections for each
other and was finally moving on with my life.

	That was when things took the greatest turn of my life. That
afternoon in algebra, the person that I had always feared talking to, the
person that I had a crush on, the only person, besides Sam and Jojo, that I
had a hard time talking to when he talked to me. It was my last class, and
my favorite. Algebra, the logic class, I blossomed in that class. I was the
top student, a little clown, but it was intelligent humor. I had always
gotten good grades. School was just easy to me. His name was Frank.

	Frank Hill, to be exact. He was 6 foot and stunningly gorgeous. He
was always so laid back, the quiet, smart, loveable, HOT, guy that was in
class. He had jet black hair and piercing green eyes that could see right
through you. Peer into your soul and reveal your innermost secrets. His
lips were in perfect proportion to the rest of his head, and his sparkling
white teeth, perfectly aligned in his mouth gave him his beautiful
face. When he spoke to me, my mouth went dry. I couldn't speak to him on
the rare occasion that he spoke to me. He was nice too. He never called
anyone a bad name, or insulted people that weren't up to his level, which
no one was.

	We were in algebra and Mr. Fulmer, our teacher, had given us 130
problems for homework. I'm smart, but no one likes homework. I never really
liked Mr. Fulmer, he chose favorite students, and even though I was one of
them, I didn't like him. The ball rang and Mr. Fulmer asked Frank and me to
talk to him at his desk.

	"What is it Mr. F?" Frank asked. I was surprised that he called him
Mr. F. No one called Fulmer `F'. It was just something a little strange to
me.

	"Frank, I noticed that you've been falling behind this
quarter. What's wrong?" Fulmer asked with such a caring voice. I suppose
Frank was one of his favorites too.

	"I've had a lot on my mind..." Frank just trailed off.

	"Like what?"

	"That's the problem, I'm not sure myself."

	"That is a problem, hopefully Jack can help you handle those
thoughts."

	"What do you mean Mr. Fulmer?" I asked this time, and I was almost
hungrily waiting for a response.

	"Frank, I'm just going to tell you, you are failing my class. You
have an `F.' Jack, you have the highest grade in the class, and I want you
to tutor Frank, if that can fit into your schedule."

	"Of course I can fit him in," my voice cracked and I sounded a
little too excited to be tutoring someone. A little too desiring to spend
time with someone. I have never wanted anything more in my life. "Is that
ok with you Frank?"

	"Sure, whatever brings my grade up. Actually, today I'm free, you
want to come over to my place and we can get started on this homework that
he gave us," he pointed his sexy index finger at Fulmer.

	"Sure, but I need your address," I thought I was going to faint
from the excitement.

	He took out a sheet of paper and scribbled something down, folded
up the paper, and handed it to me. "Here, just follow me home now."

	I took the paper, said thanks, and left the room. Frank walked with
me down the hallway. I got the feeling like Frank was staring me at, as I
walked down the hall. It was weird to think that someone was starring
directly at me, especially someone as good looking as Frank. His eyes were
mesmerizing and calling, almost yearning me to go to him. It was strange to
say the least.

	When we got to his car, which wasn't close to mine he pulled out
and drove over to where my care was. I got into my care and followed him
back to his house.

	Did I say house? This was a mansion. There was a fancy gate at the
entrance and a long driveway to the top of a hill where the mansion was
located. There were turrets and pillars, long steps to the entranceway, and
a garden for all to see in the front yard.

When we arrived at the door, we were greeted by a thin, very sexy, tall guy
who seemed to be in his mid 20s. Frank greeted him as his brother, Joe. His
brother seemed extremely nice and not in the least bit annoying or
immature. His face was kind and caring as if he actually knew me in a way.

	"Hey there, little bro. Who's your friend?" He asked is a voice
that made him sounded interested in the answer.

	"This is Jack, Jack this is Joe, my brother. Joe, Jack," Frank gave
the standard introduction for us. I shook Joe's hand, which felt like soft
velvet in the big greeting hallway.

	We immediately afterwards went upstairs to Frank's room. There were
models of various things and posters of women practically naked. There was
a king size waterbed in the corner and a dresser with trophies and medals
for various sports. Frank didn't play any sports in high school, so I
assumed that he got these in little league or something like that.

	The models were airplanes and trains. He had a trophy case with
pictures of him and his family. One in particular caught my eye. There was
one with him and an exceptionally attractive boy, whose name escaped me. I
knew I had seen the boy in the past, and yes I was attracted to him, but I
hadn't seen him in at least 3 years.

	He also had a bookshelf with "Hardy Boys" books, which made me
laugh. "Frank and Joe, huh? The Hardy Boys would be pleased. Is your father
Fenton?" I asked with a smirk on my faces.

	"Dad's name is George, but you're the first one in a while to
actually understand that joke."

	I just stood there, deep in thought about Frank. I had no idea he
was into these kinds of things. He was very quiet during school. I don't
know if it was because he was shy or because he didn't want attention.

	My thoughts, however, were interrupted by Frank, who snapped his
luscious fingers in my ear. I was so startled that I fell back onto him. He
was right behind me and he caught me in my fall. I arched my neck to look
up and him. He had the most beautiful smile. He brought me back to my feet
and said, "Let's get started shall we?"

	Minutes after getting started I noticed that Frank wasn't
concentrating at all on his math. He was just staring at me the whole time.

	"What's wrong? Do I look attractive to you and you can't steer your
eyes away from my beauty?" I was entirely kidding and said it in a very
sarcastic voice, but the response that I got was better than anything I
have ever wanted in the world was!

	He leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

	"Does that answer your question?" he asked in a seductive and
erotic manner.

	"That answers about my next five questions," I could barely
respond. Here I was in this marvelous house on the top of a hill with a guy
who I had had at least a million fantasies about, and he just kissed me and
said he was attracted to me.

	"I have always adored your little quirks, your eyes are so
beautiful, your heart seems so pure, your mind seems so natural. I have
wanted this day for 3 years, and I have been praying that I could get you
alone to do things like this to you," Frank was speaking fast like he
didn't know what to say next, he just said things about me. About how he
has looked at me from afar and never had the courage to ask me to be his
friend.

	I was flabbergasted. In utter awe and this angel seemed to actually
be attracted to me. I was NOT a pretty boy by any means, but here this
beautiful creature was. Sitting next to me. He touched my hand with so much
care and delicacy I thought that I was going to faint. I thought that my
heart was going to leap out of my chest and hit the ground, it was pounding
so hard and fast. My cock was rising from him just touching my hand.

	He leaned over and kissed me again, this time with an invading
tongue that I let into my mouth without any hesitation. His divine tongue
explored the inner regions of my mouth, He exchanged his saliva with mine,
and for the thirty seconds that we kissed, it felt like nothing else
mattered.

	I was completely blown away. There was nothing that I wanted more
in the world then to have Frank Hacker kiss me so intimately. If you had
been watching and not known any better, you would have thought we were
lovers. That will hopefully become the case.

	When our kiss broke, I gave a very low moan for him to keep
going. I wanted him to kiss me forever. It felt so good, and so right. I
was in a spiral of emotion and lust. This boy found me attractive. He found
me desirable. I was in shock.

	He tried to kiss me again but I put a finger between our mouths and
he backed off. "Not that I don't want to, because I really, really do. It's
just I want to know why. What brought up this sudden urge to kiss me?"

	"It's definitely not sudden. I have wanted to do that for 3
years. I have wanted this," he kissed me on the cheek, "From the first time
I laid me eyes on you. You're beautiful Jack. The most attractive boy I've
seen in my entire life. I saw you look at me several times in algebra for
no apparent reason. I thought you were checking me out. I was flattered. So
I decided to try my luck with the one person that I find to be beautiful in
the world."

	"Love at first sight? Well I can't say that I'm not attracted to
you. I mean look at you. You're smart, funny, when you do talk everyone
likes what you say, and above all you're drop dead gorgeous.  By the way,
were you checking me out in the hall before we left school?"

	"I didn't think you noticed," he said and a huge grin spread across
his face. His cheeks were ten shades of red and I was starting to drool.

	Out of impulse I grabbed his head and forced our lips together. I
licked every bit of his mouth and when the initial shock wore off, he
kissed back. I was transported to a plane of pure lust and desire. I wanted
nothing more, and nothing less. I wanted to stay like that forever, our
tongues clashing, but I needed to breathe.

	We parted our lips and I gasped for air. My mind had thoughts of
doing more to him. More than I had done with anyone in my life. Oh yes it
was naughty, and it was going to come sooner than I had expected.

	He stripped his shirt and was unbuckling his pants when I stopped
him.
	"Frank, I've wanted to do this for so long..."

	"I want to make your dreams come true," he interrupted.

	"Frank, let me finish," I was awestruck, and had lost my train of
thought because of what he had just said. Did he actually care about me?
Care for me? I was just so confused. "Where is all of this coming from?"

	He looked dismayed by that comment but happily replied, "Like I
said, I've been thinking about you almost all the time in the past 3
years."

	"Why? What is it about me that you find so attractive?"

	"Do you have to ask that? You're smart, you're funny, you're
talented, and you're amazingly beautiful. To me, there couldn't possibly be
a more amazing sight to see. Come here." He grabbed my arm and dragged me
to a full body mirror. He continued, "Look at your eyes, those deep, hazel,
mysterious eyes. They look magnificent. Your hair, the locks of fine, and
astonishing hair that I have dreamt of running my fingers through." He
stripped my shirt and continued. "Your body is like a godly monument to all
that is natural, and fair. I have seen the end of my days in two different
ways. I have seen you by my side, and I have seen neither of us there at
all. I like the first way better, don't you?"

	"What's that supposed to mean anyway, Frank? `I have seen you by my
side, and I have seen neither of us there at all', I'm not following."

	"You're smart, you'll figure it out." He kissed my neck and made
his way up to my ear. I was watching us in the mirror and I had never seen
anything so beautiful in my life. I was just starring into the mirror, as
he took my ear lobe into his mouth and sucked on it. It felt incredibly
good, and I moaned softly.

	I grabbed the back of his head, turned it to me, starred into his
eyes, and I was lost...

<> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> More to Come  <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <> <>

Comments/ Concerns/ Criticism always welcome: themann@fuse.net
E-mail me and tell me what you thought of chapter 2
SRY IT TOOK SO LONG

READ THESE STORIES NOW:
			  Rain on Me- High School
			       By: Sammie G
			    Angst- High School
			       By: Jo Jo/ DJ
	     LaDulceVida- Adult Friends (Sequel to Rain on Me
			       By: Sammie G

DJ U ROCK MAN!!!!! ANGST IS AWESOME KEEP IT UP!
Sammie I love you!
-John