Date: Sun, 11 Mar 2007 13:31:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bobby <brokendreamboi@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Promise Kept ch.18

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A Promise Kept 18


"If there is any cheating I will fail you automatically. If there is any
talking I wall fail you without a second chance. If you move your head
around I will fail you so fast it will make your head spin. Do I make
myself clear?" Mr. Danforth warned everyone. He was a great teacher and
person, but he can be very serious.

"Yes, Mr. Danforth." The class replied.

This history final would be a breeze for me. I may have been absent for
some months, but history has always been somewhat of a strong point.

Throughout the entire two hour period the class was silent. It could kill
a bat. Being silent wasn't one of my strong points, however. But thank
God the class was over. This week is the last week of school. One day
left. And two weeks until our marriage.

I still have not found a best man. I could ask Tommy, but I don't think
he'd be very willing. We're on a great level as far as friends, but
being a best man is something I doubt he'd do. And to top things off, I
still have to create my vows and buy Jared's ring. I'm starting to push
limits I didn't even know I had.

"So, do you think you passed?" I asked Jared.

"I hope so. You?" he replied.

"I'm sure I did as I am sure you did."

The entire week has been half days. Two periods of two hour testing then
we are free. I guess it's a fair trade off. Either way I get to spend
much more time with Jared. Which I love.

"Oh, I have to go back to Mr. Danforth really fast. I need to ask him
something. Just wait at your car; it should only be a minute."

"Okay, babe, I'll be waiting." Jared shouted to me.

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I continued waiting for Tyler. He had been gone for about ten minutes
now. But my patience proved better as I saw a figure walking towards me.
Quite a few students were still at school. It's only been fifteen
minutes, but usually most of the students had abandoned the place.
However, the figure that continued to draw closer I could see it wasn't
someone I was looking forward to seeing.

"Hey, Jared, where's your hag?" Tyson said. This was the idiot that
had threatened Tyler the first day he came back.

"Shut the hell up, Tyson!" I shouted at him. The students around us
began to come in closer, probably sensing a fight coming on. And by the
way I was feeling, I could sense it, too.

"What are you gonna do, Jared?" he said in an antagonistic tone.

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*        *        *        *

Talking to Mr. Danforth had taken longer than I expected, but he can just
talk and talk and talk. Once I had finally gotten out of the room I
hurriedly went back to the parking lot. I saw a crowd around two people.
One of them I noticed as Tyson. The big, ugly brute was trying to
intimidate some poor soul. But as I got closer, I recognized that poor
soul. It was Jared.

"Jared!" I said, pushing my way through the crowd.

"Oh, look who it is." Tyson said.

Jared had stepped back from Tyson, but only because I had pulled him away
and stepped in front of him. "Jared, you don't have to do this. I
don't care what he said, Jared, please." I tried begging him, but he
wasn't budging. He still hadn't even looked me in the eyes yet.

"Aw, is little Jared gonna listen to his bitch?" Tyson smirked.

Jared suddenly stepped forward, but I again held him back. "Jared,
please." This time he looked me in the eyes.

"You're not worth my time, Tyson. Just get the hell out of here."
Jared hissed before turning around and walked to his side of his car. I
stood at the same spot rubbing my forehead in frustration. Suddenly, I
felt a surge of pain sweeping through my head.

I saw Jared lunge at someone, attacking him furiously. And soon enough I
wasn't the only one on the ground. And even sooner, I was helped to my
feet by the arms that needed to be around me.

"Tyler are you all right?" Jared asked worriedly.

"Yeah^Åyeah I'm fine, thank you." I groaned, holding the back of my
head where Tyson had apparently hit me.

"Are you sure? Tyler I'm sorry. I shouldn't have just left you there. If
there^Å" he started, but I hushed him by placing a finger over his
mouth.

"I'm fine, thank you so much. This wasn't your fault, though. You
couldn't have known he'd hit me."

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"Mr. Young you engaged Tyson in a fight. In truth, you started it. I
have no choice but to^×"

"Oh, for God's sake, just stop. First of all, Tyson got in my face to
begin with. Second, he hit Tyler first. I was defending him." I angrily
stated. I could tell Mr. Borland, our school's principal, wasn't
pleased at my sudden burst.

"That is the case, but he struck Tyler, not you. So, you engaged in a
fight with him. And like I said I have no choice but to suspend you."
Mr. Borland said, flipping through a folder, which I'm guessing was my
records.

"Yes, I know, but I can't just let him get away with that. Besides, my
record has been clean, no? And his is filled with tons of black marks.
Plus, there's only one day of school left." I pleaded with him. He
studied me for a moment then looked back through my records.

After a reluctant sigh he began to speak. "According to my records you
have five A's and one B. These are exceptional grades. And it is true
that you have no marks against you." he took a short breath then
continued. "So, since tomorrow is that last day I will not suspend you.
However, if there are any problems tomorrow I'll be forced to take
action. Understood?"

"Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Borland. There will be no problems
tomorrow, and that is a promise."

I shook his hand then left his office. Tyler was sitting in a chair with
an ice pack on the back of his head. He decided he didn't want to take
any actions against Tyson. But I can't understand why not.

"How you feeling?" I asked him.

"I just have a bit of a headache." he said in a hushed voice.

"Tyler I'm really sorry."

"Don't blame yourself, Jared. This was so not your fault." he said
sympathetically. "Besides, now you get to wait on me hand and foot." He
let out a small giggle, but stopped and held his head.

"Aw, babe, I feel so bad."

"Please don't. It's really not your fault." he said, looking at me
intently, but I couldn't look him in the eye knowing he was in this much
pain. "But if you really want to make me feel better then take me home
and lie down with me."

"All right, that sounds good anyways. But what about your mom?" I
anxiously asked.

"I called her and filled her in as best I could. She was livid. But I
told her we're coming home and I'm just gonna rest. She said she'd
probably be out shopping then talk to us later about all of it." Tyler
said dully. I knew he was close to his parents, but I knew that he did
not want to talk about this.

"Well, I guess we could've seen that one coming. Let's just go home
and relax." I said as I helped him stand up.

The drive home seemed faster than usual. When we finally got home we went
directly to his room and took a nap.

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"Babe," I whispered into Jared's ear, "babe, wake up."

Jared grumbled, but didn't wake up. I tried several more times before
finally coming to the conclusion that I'm gonna have to get down and
dirty.

I crawled onto his waist and nuzzled into his crotch. I kept nuzzling and
he kept grumbling, well, more like moaning. I again came to another
conclusion: he isn't responding to this either. So, I had one last plan.
I crawled up to his face and began to kiss him.

"Mmm," he moaned.

"Awake now?" I giggled.

"I've been awake for like five minutes. I just liked when you were
nuzzling at me."

"You conniving^Ålittle boy." I giggled. He just smiled at me through
his red eyes. "Mom's home. She didn't like the fact I had a small
bruise on the back of my head, which I don't even know how the hell she
spotted through all my hair."

"Oh, great. Well, at least I got a good nap in now, right? What time is
it?" he yawned.

"It's about five."

"Wow, we slept forever."

"No, you slept forever. I've been up for a couple hours."

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

"I thought you needed sleep."

Jared got up and escorted me downstairs to my mom who was starting on her
second glass of wine.

"Sit down you two." she ordered.

"Lynette, before you blow up I'm the one who got in the fight. If I
wouldn't have moved, Tyler wouldn't be hurt right now. So, if you're
going to blame anyone blame me." Jared said, releasing a sad sigh.

"Jared^Å" I started, but mom cut me off.

"I don't blame you, Jared. But next time this happens, just walk away,
all right?" mom said calmly.

"Yes, I understand."

"Good, now this is all I want said about that. Grab yourselves a glass
and we'll finish this bottle." mom smiled at us.

"Uh, no Lynette. I'm really tired still. I'm just going to go upstairs
and sleep." That's all he said before walking upstairs slowly,
defeated, and went to sleep.

"Mom, he feels so guilty, but it really wasn't his fault." I said
quietly. Mom looked at me and just had a blank expression on her face.

"I wasn't blaming him, Tyler. I know it wasn't his fault at all." she
said.

"I know." I replied simply. "Well, since he's asleep I have time to
go buy his ring. I should be back in an hour or two."

"Okay, dear, have a fun time."

I drove to one of pour local jewelry dealers. I chose the best one out of
the three in our town. My family also knew the owners. They were long
time friends. However, I was going to try and not use that to my
advantage.

"Hey, Mr. Gomez," I said as I walked in the shop.

"Ah, Mr. Delfino! It's so good to see you again." Mr. Gomez, the
owner, said happily.

"You too," I replied happily as well. "I don't know if you've heard,
but I am getting married and I need to find an exceptional ring."

"Yes, I talked to your parents a few days ago and they say you're
getting married to Jared Young?"

"Yes, and I need a ring that'll knock his socks off. But I don't know
his size."

"Well, compared to your hands how big are his?"

"Probably about the same."

Mr. Gomez opened a drawer behind the counter and pulled out those finger
widths measurer things. "Here, try this one on." I slid my ring finger
into the measurer and the first one fit perfectly. "There you go, eleven
and a half ring size. If the ring is to small or to big then bring it
back and we'll resize it free of charge."

"Okay, thanks Mr. Gomez."

I spent the next twenty minutes looking at the various rings the small
shop had to offer. Finally I came to the best ring in the entire store.

"Mr. Gomez! Can you give me details about this one, please?" I asked
him excitedly.

"Certainly," he said, unlocking the glass showcase and taking it out.
"This is a one carat total weighted, men's diamond platinum band. The
price for this runs up at $3,299."

"Oh, ouch, it's so beautiful though." The money this ring required was
way more than I was able to use. Even with a discount the price could run
phenomenally high.

"However, since I am such great friends of your family I can run the
price down to about a thousand."

"Mr. Gomez! That's so generous, but I'm not sure I can accept that
offer."

"Please, Mr. Young, think of this as a wedding gift from me."

I thought about it for a few minutes then I told him I'd purchase it. He
was pleased at my purchase and immediately put in a box and handed it to
me gently.

"Thank you, Mr. Gomez."

"No problem, Mr. Delfino."

Perfect. I have Jared's ring. There are only two more things we both
have to do: send out the invitations and create our vows.

When I arrived home almost an hour after I left, Jared and my mom were
laughing in the kitchen.

"Hey, what's so funny?" I asked, intrigued by Jared's sudden
liveliness.

"Oh, hey Tyler, we were just talking about you when you were younger."
Jared laughed. I knew what was going on. Mom was sharing stories of us
back in the nineties. That's exactly what she was doing.

"Sweetie, we weren't really talking about you. I was just telling him
about when family came out and stories like that. I just got done telling
him about when grandma and grandpa came out for Christmas a few years ago
and your father's brother and his family was here.

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"So, mom, dad, would you like anything to drink? Some eggnog perhaps?"
Lynette asked her parents. They came out this year for Christmas. Mikes
brother and his wife and twins babies were also visiting.

"Oh, no, your father can't eat eggs." Grandma Lillian replied to Jill
as she walked into the dining room.

"I can eat eggs," Grandpa Fred argued, "I just don't know what the
hell nog is! I'll take some water straight from the tap. None of that
hippie-bottle stuff!"

*        *        *

"Oh, yeah, I remember that. Wasn't that the year dad fell off the roof
putting up Christmas lights?" I asked mom. Jared laughed at the story
again. It was actually a funny Christmas.

"That is every year, Tyler." mom replied. This caused more laughter
from Jared. I even started to laugh.

"Well, on a more serious topic, we need to start sending out
invitations. I think tomorrow we should go shopping for some." I said.
Jared slowly stopped laughing and nodded his head. Mom continued to^Ådo
what ever she was doing in the kitchen. Just then, dad walked in the door
looking not so pleased.

"What the hell happened at school?" he shouted.

"Mike, I'll talk to you about it," mom said softly, "upstairs."

Ten minutes later they came back down in much happier moods. But dad
still looked like he had to get something off of his chest.

"Look, Tyler, and Jared, the next time someone even threatens you like
that I want you to call me and I'll be at your school with three
lawyers. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Jared and I replied in unison.

"Good, now I'm taking us out to eat so go get ready."

While we were upstairs I wanted to talk to Jared about his guilt. "Jared
you dot still feel guilty do you?"

"Yeah," he simply said.

"Well, please don't. I love you and I really don't blame you at all."

"I know, babe, but I feel responsible for you getting hurt." he sounded
so sincere it was almost too much to bear.

"I didn't get hurt. I just had a headache." I giggled playfully, but
Jared didn't seem to lighten up any.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"Don't be sorry for anything. I love you and you didn't do anything
wrong to me."

"All right, if you say I didn't then I guess I didn't." he finally
smiled at me.

"Good, now, I can't wait for dessert when we get back." I winked at
him. His smile seemed to brighten more once I said that. And I was glad.

Life is a journey, one that is much better traveled with a companion by
our side. Of course, that companion can be just about anyone. A neighbor
on the other side of the street or the man on the other side of the bed.
The companion can be a mother with good intentions or a child who's up
to no good. Still, despite our best intentions, some of us will lose our
companion along the way. And then the journey becomes unbearable. You
see, human beings are designed for many things. But loneliness isn't one
of them.

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