Date: Mon, 08 May 2000 01:35:37 EDT
From: Double A
Subject: Raven Hair(34)

Disclaimer:

     After a hiatus of sorts, I am back with another story! Yay!
Anyway, due to personal problems, I've been unable/unwilling to write much
of anything for a long time. Here is a new story from me to you. For those
of you who know my style and enjoy it, you should really like this
one. Like I said, though, I haven't written anything for a while, so I may
be a bit rusty. For those who don't know my style, I tend to use a lot of
build-up and "storyline".  So, if you came on to find a story for a quick
jack-off, then this probably ain't for you. However, if you want to take
the time to read a beautiful tale of young love, then sit back, take a sip
from your glass of wine, and enjoy!

And remember...Always stand up for what you think is right, don't listen to
bullshit, no matter who is saying it, and always speak with your fists and
swear a lot to be heard!

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Part 34:

	"Aaron," David said, turning to the beautiful teenager beside him, "do
people ever look at you funny?"

	"What do you mean `look at me funny'?" Aaron asked.

	David shrugged, "I dunno. Sometimes, it seems that people are
looking at me like I'm this total weirdo. Like, when some guys go out
without shaving for a few days, and they wear raggedy clothing, it makes
them look cool. Like, I had this really cute math teacher a few months ago,
who always seemed to have this unshaven look, and he wore beige cargo pants
and a white T-shirt.  People thought he was just the coolest. When I try to
do it, though, people look like they want to offer me spare change or
something."

	Aaron shrugged, gently pushing the water around him with his hand,
and replied, "Some people just seem to be able to carry a certain look
better than others. For example, when I had long hair, I thought I would
look really cool, but some people just thought I looked stupid. Others,
like you and Alex, liked it, though."

	"Yeah," David said, "but it seems that I can't carry any look. When
I dress like that, I look like a homeless guy. When I grow my hair long, I
look retarded. When I try and go goth, I just look gay, and when I try to
look gay, I end up looking like I'm making fun of them. No matter what I
wear, or how I act, people seem to look at me funny."

	Aaron looked at David and smiled. It wasn't a smile of humour or
friendliness. It was a smile of pity. "David," he said, "you know who you
remind me of, almost exactly in every way?"

	"Who?" David asked.

	Aaron shrugged and said, "John Candy. You are almost totally
identical to John Candy."

	David reeled somewhat, "Am I that fat?"

	Aaron still didn't show any sign of humour, "David, keeping in mind
that you're my boyfriend and I love you, would you mind if I gave you an
honest explanation of what I mean?"

	David sunk a little lower in the water, so only his head was above
the water, "Okay. Shoot."

	Aaron sat up on a higher step and took a deep breath, then said,
"David, you're not thin. I mean, you're not nearly as fat as John Candy
was, but you're, what, 6 feet tall and 210 pounds?"

	"215." David mumbled.

	Aaron nodded, "Okay, now have you seen any of John Candy's movies?"

	"I've seen almost all of them." David replied.

	Aaron nodded, "Well, you are like how he was in almost all his
movies, to some degree."

	David shrugged, beginning to feel really embarrassed.

	Aaron smiled, this time of genuine affection, and said, "David, you
are sometimes annoying, occasionally overbearing, naive to a point, and you
can be pretty rough around the edges, but in the end, you are one of the
most lovable people I've ever known, just like he was. In `Uncle Buck',
when he was sitting on the couch, vacuuming Frosted Flakes crumbs off his
body with a Dustbuster, or during that phone call with his sister-in-law
where he said that he fed the dog five times a day and let him drink the
blue water out of the toilet...Well, I could so picture you doing those
things. And, of course, the whole thing in `Planes, Trains and
Automobiles', where he's talking about how he's a chatterbox and
everything. He says, `I'm the real article; what you see is what you get.'
Well, that makes me think of you."

	David shrugged, "I don't know whether to thank you or hit you. I
also don't know what this has to do with what I said before."

	Aaron lowered down, until he was level with David. Putting his arms
around him, he kissed his cheek and said, "Baby, what I'm saying, is that,
like John Candy, you seem to always be trying to fit in with people
somehow, but everybody ends up rejecting you, based on who you are."

	"Like you did?"

	Aaron sighed, "David, that wasn't very fair to say. I didn't so
much reject you because of who *you* were. I rejected you because of who
*I* was. My point, my dear, is that you don't have friends and people seem
to be weirded out by you, because you never really learned how to be a good
friend. Your upbringing wasn't the best and you severely lack skills in
social conduct and personal judgement. However, you have one quality which
is the crux of why I so love you. You lack the knowledge of how to butter
people up to you, because you were never taught how to make friends, so you
have no choice but to approach them with the only thing that you have;
yourself. Your honest, true and painfully blunt self. You are, in every
sense, the real article and what I see before me, is what I'm going to get
if I stay with you. You don't put on acts for people, because you don't
know how. You don't lie to get yourself over with people, because you
wouldn't know where to begin. Even when you try to flirt with people, you
are innocent and unsure.  It's true, you'll probably never be a good actor
and you could never join a country club, but I love you because you are
honest and I care about you so much, because you were always there for me,
even when I stopped being there for you. David, if people look at you
strange, it's because they aren't used to someone being as openly honest as
you are and if they don't recognize it as the amazing quality that I do,
than it's their tough luck."

	David lay his head on Aaron's shoulder and said, "Why are you with
me, Aaron? You are my ideal guy and nobody ever gets their ideal guy."

	Aaron smiled, "I thought Bob Moffatt was your ideal guy."

	David smiled and looked up. Gazing right into the eyes of the love
of his life, he said, "I don't really know Bob Moffatt. He could be a total
asshole. But, I know you, Aaron, and I love you. I don't want to go out and
meet some faggot who wants to fuck me up the ass. I could be happy, if I
never had to see anybody else, except you. Besides, you kind of look like
Bob Moffatt"

	Aaron nodded and smiled, "Okay, enough with the mushy stuff for
now. Let's get out of the pool, before we turn into prunes."

	David nodded and followed Aaron out of the pool. They headed back
to the changing room and, silently, they dried off somewhat and changed
back into their clothes.

	Carrying the duffel bag, David followed Aaron out of the
building. As they walked down the hill and back toward the Villa Maria
metro, David turned to Aaron and asked, "So, what do you think I should
do?"

	"Regarding what?" Aaron replied.

	David shrugged, "I mean, what about school or work or what?"

	Aaron smiled, but shook his head, "I don't really know what to tell
you, Dave. I mean, I'm here for you, whenever you need me and you made me
believe that I was the key to everything in your life. Maybe now that you
and I are together, you can deal with these things. All I know, is that on
Monday, I got to head back to school and you're going to be alone with your
mom. It'd be good if you figured out a solution before then."

	David shrugged, "Well, what else could I possibly want from life? I
have you now, my Aaron, so I think I'll try to find a job and everything
will be okay until next term, when I'll go back to school."

	"Well, my David," Aaron replied, "I'd advise you to undertake that,
then, and quick. Your mother was never the patient type."

	So, David decided that he would be best to find an easy to acquire
job in an English part of Montreal. The most convenient place would be the
Couche-Tard that was just up the street. You thought he saw a hiring sign
for the graveyard shift. He wasn't so sure he wanted to work nights. After
all, he wouldn't be able to talk to Gavin or the other guys anymore. Still,
he had Aaron, so what did he need Internet friends for?

	So, before heading back to David's house, they stopped over at the
Couche-Tard and David filled out an application form for the night shift.
They told him that they'd let him know by the end of the week.

	As part of the whole "nostalgia tour" thing, both boys showered in
separate bathrooms when they got to David's house and, that night, they got
up at around three in the morning and sucked each other off.

	The week went very slowly. Aaron tried to see David as often as
possible, but with school and homework, it was hard to get some quality
time with his new boyfriend. However, some nights, very late, David would
be woken up by knocks on his bedroom window. He would open it up and, once
he saw that it was Aaron, he would quickly tiptoe to the front door and, as
quietly as possible, let Aaron in. Once inside, they would lie in bed and
snuggle, or talk, or have sex. A few times, when David was on the Internet,
Aaron would talk to his online friends. David even let Aaron talk to Gavin
a few times.  He always wondered what the two talked about. Then, after
everything was done, Aaron would sneak back out.

	Thursday afternoon, David got a phone call from the manager of the
Couche-Tard. He was told that they wanted him in to work on Friday evening,
from 11 in the evening, until 7 in the morning. He was pretty excited to
have gotten a job so quickly, and he called Aaron and told him all about
it.  He also told him that his mother and sister would be going to
Plattsburgh that weekend, so he'd be alone and Aaron was welcome to stay
from Friday afternoon until Sunday afternoon.
	"Please come stay with me, sweetie." David has asked, "When I get
home from work, I want to crawl into my bed and fall asleep holding you."

	"Of course." Aaron had replied, "But I'll be pretty tired on Friday
night, so when you're crawling into bed, try not to wake me."

	So, all day Friday, David was excited. He was going to a new job
and it would be his first weekend spent with Aaron, since their officially
becoming boyfriends. At ten in the morning, when David's mother and sister
left, David called Aaron and told him to come over. Aaron told him that he
just needed to shower and shave and he'd be right over.

	When he finally arrived, they both kissed and then just sat down
and ate lunch and talked. That's what David loved most about the new
Aaron. He was nearly as horny as the old Aaron, but he didn't mind talking
and he was now, apparently, totally acceptant that David frequently had to
talk about his problems and things. It almost seemed too good to be true,
but Aaron kept assuring him that it wasn't.

	When it came time, that night, for David to leave, Aaron wished him
the best of luck and told him to be strong, but, no matter what, he would
love him always.

	David left the house, his head filled with the words of
encouragement from his boyfriend, Aaron. He would be strong and he would
succeed. Not for Aaron's sake, because he believed that Aaron truly would
love him, no matter what happened, though he still didn't quite know
why. He was also not doing this for his mother, because he didn't believe
you had a damn thing to prove to that bitch.

	So, he walked into the Couche-Tard at the end of the street and
there was a clerk there who would be training him that night and staying
with him for the whole shift, in case he had any questions. It was quiet at
that point, so he began by showing David the coffee machines and how to
refill them.  David watched with forced interest and filled the machines as
he was told.  That feeling of panic at doing this boring, menial work was
beginning to creep up on him, but he pushed it way down and thought about
his Aaron and how proud Aaron would be if he came home at seven, after a
successful night at work.

	So, with that in mind, David listened carefully as the clerk
explained the cash register and, when the first customer arrived, David
handled the purchase flawlessly. By one in the morning, he was extremely
proud of himself. He was retaining the information that he was being
taught, he was able to keep his panic at bay and he thought that he was
doing quite well.  Then the clerk told him to go into the fridge and
restock the shelves.  Walking across the store and into the walk-in fridge,
David cheerfully, grabbed the boxes and brought them out to restock the
shelves. That took a while, though, and after an hour, he was just finished
with the milks and moving on to the butters. The clerk walked over and said
to him, "Come on, hurry up! You're supposed to be done the whole restocking
of the shelves after an hour. Customers are coming in and I won't be here
to help you tomorrow night, so you're going to need to work a lot faster
than that."

	That comment discouraged David immensely and, if anything, he began
to work slower, as he grumbled and moaned to himself about how boring and
pointless this job was. All thoughts of Aaron's pride and the money
vanished and he began to think about how useless he was and, most of all,
how much he hated this.

	After another half-hour, when he wasn't done, the clerk, a young
kid who didn't look much older than David, sighed in exasperation and said,
"You know what, forget it. I don't have time to wait around while your do
this.  Just come and let me show you how to defrost and bake the
croissants. David followed slowly behind him, tears glistening in his
eyes. Chances were good that the guy was going to tell the manager, the
next day, that David was working too slow or something and he shouldn't be
allowed to continue. He hoped he would, actually, because he didn't really
want to work here. He didn't care anymore.

	The clerk stood in the freezer and tried to explain about how to
defrost the croissants, but David wasn't even listening.

	"Excuse me," David said, cutting him off, "I don't...well...I don't
really like this. I want to go home."

	"You can't." The clerk said simply, "You're booked to work tonight
and I don't actually work here anymore, because I got a new job and you're
supposed to be replacing me. If you went, there'd be nobody to replace you,
because all the other clerks are asleep. Now, listen up...."

	David tried hard to listen. He would work this shift, then just
never come back again. That's all.

	He couldn't, though. The anxiety and panic were too much for him to
control anymore and, right in front of the clerk, he burst out crying.

	"Oh God, what the hell is wrong now?" The exasperated clerk
exclaimed.

	"I...I...want to go...go home!" David sobbed.

	The clerk stared daggers at David for several seconds, before
turning around and stomping out of the freezer and back into the
store. David scurried after him, whimpering things like, "I'm really
sorry." and "I really wish I could do this."

	The guy walked up to the counter and dialled a number. All the
while, he just glared at David. When someone finally answered, the kid
said, "Yeah, it's me at the store. I'm sorry to wake you. Well, the new guy
here doesn't want to do it. He started crying or something like that. Yeah,
I know...what the fuck, eh? Okay...Okay..."

	Putting his hand on the speaker, he turned to David and said,
"Okay, get the fuck out of here."

	"I'm sorry." David meekly said.

	"Yeah, just fuck off, ya weirdo. I don't want to even look at you,
right now."

	David grabbed his jacket and quickly scurried from the Couche-Tard
and raced down the street, toward home.

	It was two-fifteen in the morning, so David could honestly feel
somewhat glad that he managed to last that long. Still, he felt
defeated. He had a job and, while it wasn't a great job, it was a job and
he thought he could do it. He thought this would be his ticket to some
space from his mother.  Instead, he was returning from the battle, a loser.

	He unlocked and opened his front door and, after pulling off his
shoes and leaving his coat on the vestibule bench, he walked down the
hallway and toward his room. As he arrived at the doorway, he sniffled the
tears back and smiled somewhat, as he saw the silhouette of Aaron lying in
his bed, asleep. Aaron really was a beautiful guy, as far as David knew,
and totally capable of going to school and, probably, working at a
Couche-Tard. What the heck he was doing with David, the psycho, David
couldn't figure out, but he was glad.

	He walked further into the room and took off his shirt and undid
his jeans.  As his jeans hit the carpet and the change in his pockets
rattled on the floor, he saw Aaron stir. He walked closer to the guy, clad
only in a pair of briefs. Aaron looked up at him through the darkness and
said sadly, "It didn't work out, huh?"

	David began to cry again and he sniffled and shook his head,
"Nope. I'm so sorry, Aaron"

	Aaron shook his head and whispered, "It's okay, baby." then pulled
aside the covers and patted a spot on the mattress beside him.

	Tears flowing down his face, David quickly lay down on the bed and
put him arms around Aaron's neck. Aaron pulled the blanket back over their
bodies and put his arms around David's body, stroking his naked back with
one hand.  David cried on Aaron's shoulder and Aaron whispered again, "It's
okay, baby." before just stroking David's back and letting him cry himself
to sleep.