Date: Fri, 12 May 2000 01:55:13 EDT
From: Double A
Subject: Raven Hair(35)

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 35:

	When David's mother returned, neither him nor Aaron mentioned the
Couche-Tard incident to her, so she continued to think of David as a
useless wretch who couldn't get a job, rather than a useless wretch who
couldn't keep a job.

	Even without the knowledge, though, David's mother continued to
abuse him emotionally. It was well into the school year now, and he had
neither gotten a job, nor gone to school. He spent all his time, locked up
in his room and avoiding his mother. He only left his room, when she went
out on one of her many messages. He would sit in the kitchen and eat, while
thinking about what would become of him. He knew he needed school to get
anywhere in life, and he really did want to attend classes, but without the
anxiety that came with it. Death was no longer an option for David, because
he needed to live on and prove to his mother, but most of all to himself,
that he would succeed, despite all the obstacles that kept getting thrown
in his path. His weekly phone calls with his father and his bubby in Ottawa
were getting embarrassing, though, as they kept asking him how things were
going, to which he'd reply "bad." However, he had to make up excuses on how
hard he was trying to resolve his "bad" situation. The truth, though, was
that he wasn't actually doing anything with his life. Yes, he idly browsed
the job bank online every day, for all the good that it did, but besides
that, he was making no huge strides to find work, because he feared that if
he were to find a job, he would go for the first day, get anxious and have
to leave.

	So, he generally spent his days playing computer games and doing
other things in his room, everyday, until Aaron came home from
school. However, after a while, Aaron's spent time with David began to add
up and the grade of his work went down. Consequently, Aaron's new, mature
self had to sadly explain to David, after several weeks, that he could no
longer spend all day with him, during the week. Most nights, though, he
could come over, so, while it was true Aaron wasn't there to relieve the
daily pressure that David's mother put on David, Aaron was at least there
and willing to listen to David's sobs of misery, during the late hours and
on the weekends. David no longer felt afraid of depressing Aaron with his
sob stories, because Aaron also sometimes cried to David about something
that was going wrong in his life. That made David feel special and
happier. All in all, their relationship flourished.

	Still, David had to fill his day, so he resolved, one evening in
early April, to go on a daily biking regiment, when his mother went out for
the day. He found it a good change from sitting in his room and he enjoyed
the fresh air and sun. It was a good time to think about things, while he
biked.  He was also getting pretty sick of seeing Aaron's toned tummy,
while he had a flabby one. So, he went biking from his home in Hampstead,
all the way to the Cote-Des-Neiges plaza and back every day.

	On May twenty-fifth, he was biking down a side street of
Edouard-Mon-Petit, thinking about how awful his life was and wondering if
it would ever get better. He was thinking about it so much, in fact, that
he didn't see the mini-van coming up the hill toward him. It was the fact
that he hadn't reduced his speed, coupled by the fact that he was going
down a hill, that made the collision so devastating. David hit the minivan
head-on, going almost fifty miles-per-hour, while the mini-van was only
going about thirty.  He wasn't quite sure what happened, nor was anybody
else who arrived on the scene, but it was theorized that he smashed his
head through the windshield first, given the fact that his helmet was
embedded in it, then somersaulted over the roof, flying for about thirty
feet, before landing and hitting the concrete straight on his right elbow.

	Despite the intense pain and severe wounds that covered his body,
David immediately stood up upon regaining his senses following the landing,
and exclaimed, "What the hell happened?!"

	Bystanders rushed from all around and begged him to lie down and
keep still. He grudingly did so, while the driver rushed from her car and
checked to see if he was all right. Everybody around him kept talking to
him, asking his name and the date, and generally treating him as if he had
a concussion.  David knew that his right elbow was broken, and he was
pretty sure that his right knee and foot were, as well. He had plenty of
time to think about it, though, as the ambulance arrived and loaded him
onto a backboard, then took him to the Jewish General. The paramedics kept
asking him questions all the way to the hospital, and he kept replying that
his neck and head and back didn't hurt, so could they please let him off
the backboard. They wouldn't, though.
	David told them not to inform his mother, but instead to call his
friend, Aaron. So, after several X-rays and two excruciating hours on the
stiff backboard, he was finally cleared of any spinal injuries and allowed
off the board. He did have fractures of his elbow, kneecap and foot, but
they were all simple and would not require surgery to fix. Only rest and a
sling for the arm. It was late, though, and they made him spend the
night. When Aaron arrived, he asked to stay as well, but David was shot up
full of Morphine, so he didn't acknowledge him too much. When David woke up
the next morning, though, Aaron was asleep in a chair and David smiled. He
wished his could hug him, but it hurt to even move.

	Regardless, he went home at the end of the day and his mother was
furious that she wasn't called. She had gone on a tirade about her calling
the police and all her friends. David adamantly insisted that he had told
the hospital to call her, but he guessed they were too busy or
something. She didn't believe him.

	So, like it or not, David spent the next month and a half in his
room, resting his broken body. The foot and knee healed very well, but
David's right arm healed at somewhat of an angle, so it could no longer
bend all the way.

	By the time everything had healed, it was finally summer and school
was out. Aaron spent all day over and David's mother, who would usually
have complained about the constant intrusion, didn't too much, as when
Aaron was over, he washed the dishes, cleaned the house and even walked the
dog and cleaned the litter box. He claimed that household chores were a
small price to pay, in order to see the love of his life, in an environment
with as little stress as possible. David felt nice.  And, in addition to
the romantic love that the two shared, they still did sexual stuff
together. In fact, there was very rarely an evening, when one of them
didn't have their face in the other's lap, sweat and semen running down
their chin and a giddy grin on their lips.. Usually several times in a
day. There were also the hot moments, where they would sit on the floor and
jack each other off, ending by loud grunts and groans of orgasm and
spurting jets of jizz across both their chests and stomachs.

	With the hot summer months upon Montreal, David and Aaron got
sweaty a lot quicker and would take frequent trips to David's grandmother's
pool. David never liked to swim, but when it was with Aaron, he was a
regular fish. As well, they were both sure that the old folks were
beginning to wonder about why it always smelled so funny in the pool
area. The smell of two teenagers lying in the shallow end and having
passionate, by still very careful and quite gentle anal sex. The smell of
one teenager standing in the water, while the other, only his eyes and nose
above the water, sucked him off. It was also quite funny how they always
inevitably left globs of cum floating through the water, after they left.

	Three days a week, David volunteered at a geriatric centre, while
four days a week, Aaron worked at some job at the Cavendish Mall, but they
always found time for each other. The summer of 1999 fast became David's
new favourite summer. Even better than the summer of 1997, when he'd gone
on his ill-fated move out to BC. He had Aaron, they fucked like rabbits,
they were totally in love, his mother didn't bug him as much, and, of
course, the Moffatts were sweeping Canada and Hanson was a memory with only
a rumoured comeback planned.

	Still, there was that overlooming shadow of school on the
horizon. August was fast approaching and, with it, Aaron would have to
return to school and David would return to his miserable life of avoiding
his mother's threats of eviction and gaining weight by sitting in his room
and playing computer games.

	On day in the end of August, David and Aaron were sitting at the
table, in David's house, and eating lunch. David had been meaning to bring
it up to Aaron for a long time, but he just didn't like to think about
it. He was running out of time though, so he figured it was a good time to
bring it up.

	"Aaron, can I ask you something?" David said, putting down his
glass of cranberry juice and favouring Aaron with a look of worry.

	"Of course, sweetie." Aaron replied, "What is it?"

	David shrugged, "I don't know what I'm going to do, when you go
back to school."

	Aaron put his hand on David's, as it lay on the table. That looked
kind of funny, because David's hand was bigger than Aaron's hand. Looking
at David with a smirk on his face, Aaron replied, "David, I've been meaning
to ask you that for a while. What *are* you going to do? Are you going to
register for school or what?"

	"I don't know if I can do it..." David said, looking away.

	Aaron reached out and took David's face in his hand, pulling it so
David looked at him again. "You don't know, if you don't try, Dave." Aaron
said.

	"Even if I went to school," David whispered, "I'd still be coming
home to my bitch of a mother."

	Aaron nodded sadly, "Yeah, but at least you'll be getting away from
her for some of the day. Plus, she'd probably get off your case somewhat,
if you went to school."

	David shrugged, "I doubt it. I just...I just want to move away from
her.

	Aaron smiled sadly, "It's the best thing, I think. I agree that you
should go."

	David shook his head and bit his lower lip, "I can't, though. I
can't go without you."

	Aaron squeezed David's hand, "David, you're sweet, but..."

	David shook his head, "Aaron...Aaron, I need you!"

	Aaron smiled, "I understand, Dave."

	David shook his head, "I don't think so. Hold on...I need to...I
need to do something...."
	With that, David stood up and pulled the kitchen table out of the
way.  Aaron sat on the bench and watched in confusion. David blushed a bit
and shrugged at Aaron, then descended to one knee and took Aaron's hand.

	Aaron looked down at him, a smirk coming over his face.

	David tried not to smile, as he looked up at Aaron and said,
"Aaron, I've spent my entire life looking for the answer to my problems
and...well...I think you're it. No, I know you're it. I need you to be with
me, Aaron. I can't live without you anymore. I love you, and...and I want
us to move to Calgary and get married."

	Aaron giggled nervously, "Seriously?"

	David nodded, "Totally seriously."

	Aaron shrugged, "You're such a mushy, corny guy, Dave."

	David nodded, "Yeah...So?"

	Aaron smiled, "So...I love you too, Dave, and, yeah, I'll marry
you, but I got one question."

	David stood up and let go of Aaron's hand, "Anything."

	Aaron stood up, "Why Calgary?"

	David shrugged, "I dunno. It seems like a good city."

	Aaron smiled and, stepping over, hugged David tightly. David hugged
him back, then the two separated and kissed passionately.