Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 12:01:22 EST
From: TanasugarnFan1@aol.com
Subject: Romancing James Pt. 3

	Sorry for the onlg wait for this. The proof reader never got back
to me and I forgot about this, EVeryone go to http://www.envy.nu/casual
. That is my website for the stories, you'll generally get the rough copies
of my storie quicker this way. This one has many mistakes so bare with
it. Thanks!

Romancing James:
Chapter 3- James and the Compromising Situations

	James looked around the silent room, in the early hours of the
day. It was only 7:00 a.m. James was an early bird, and was always ready to
do something. James gazed to the far pale gray wall, he saw paintings.
Surprisingly, James didn't realize they were there yesterday. He slowly
crept out of bed, and walked to the far wall. Pat still lay there
motionless. The paintings were of dragons, James assumed Pat had painted
them, judging by the initials on the lower corner of the painting. They
were exceptionally well done. The green body of the dragon, corresponding
with the reddish-blue background was a perfect match. James had found Pat's
talent.

	James walked to the window on the opposite side of the moderately
sized room, and looked out the window. The sun was shining and he saw that
the little children began to play in the snow. It hadn't snowed in a week,
in the cold suburban New England town, but the remnants of last nor'easter
remained. Deciding to let Pat sleep, James walked out of the room, and
entered the hall way of the medium sized house. He wanted to use the
bathroom. He approached the bathroom, but he heard water running. He went
downstairs, to the other bathroom. Luckily, it was empty. He opened the
door, to the tiny bathroom, and did his business.

	Garrett, woke up in his large cold bedroom. Realizing the window
was open, he promptly shut it. He had forgotten to do so, the night
before. He looked at his cable box, and realized he should begin to get
ready. Practice wasn't until 10:05, but he always got things done as soon
as possible. Garrett, had extra energy flowing through his body. The
thought of having James alone to himself, was one thing he was very pleased
about. Yet, he wasn't as happy as he could possibly be. He thought about
what happened last night at the Lazerquest, and how James could be pissed
at him.

	"I know exactly what your trying to do, and you better take a step
back." Pat retorted in the middle of Lazerquest. James had gone to get a
soda.

"What do you mean? I am not trying to do anything, just trying to have
fun," Garrett quietly replied.

"You think I didn't know you were going to listen into the conversation
today? I knew you were. I knew it all along. I didn't think you'd have the
balls to actually show up, coincidentally, by yourself," Pat began. "James
is way too naive to even consider anything, like the fact you could
possibly like him. He doesn't even know my feelings for him, but bitch I am
telling you right now. If your trying to get into James' pants, it won't
happen.  He is way too good for you!"

	 Garrett was shocked. He didn't realize this would go so far. He
thought that Pat was just playing in the maze, but when James walked away
he turned to someone else. He wasn't the sweet person that James thought of
him as. He was a bitch. Garrett's mind was blocked. He couldn't handle all
this hostility when it came to James. Garrett couldn't speak, thinking it
was his only hope he pushed Pat away. Pat was pushed into James, and James
spilled his drink all over himself. "What the hell Garrett? Why did you do
that?"

"Uh, well he was threatn..er umm," Garrett tried to speak, but the words
would not come out. Displeased, James walked to the bathroom, while Pat
followed close behind. Pat mouthed the f word to Garrett, as he turned and
headed to the bathroom. His alarm went off, sending him back to reality. He
quickly shut it off.

`How could I be so fucking stupid? Pat probably made his move on James
already,' Garrett thought. He opened his drawer next to his king size
bed. He pulled out a plain brown pencil holder. He opened it, and pulled
out a shirtless picture of James. He had gotten it from Allie, from one of
James' constant pool parties over the summer. `He is so beautiful, I hope
he'll accept me.'

	James and Garrett's budding relationship, seemed so close to
him. He could see it happening, he pictured the warm embraces, cuddles, and
kisses that seemed so true. He could nearly taste James' tongue, as it
entered his mouth. He imagined it all of this, while staring at James' face
in the picture. He imagined James pulling him tight, and putting his arms
around him as they began to slowly undress each other. Feeling the warm
passion and, "Garrett get ready!" Rose, Garrett's mother, said as she
opened the door. Garrett threw the pencil case, and the picture in the
drawer and slammed it shut.

"O.K., mom. I am going to head into the shower," Garrett said. He rummaged
through his closet, and found his basketball uniform. He grabbed it, and
his towel and went to the bathroom.

	Rose, Garrett's hippie like mom stood at Garrett's drawer. She
desperately wanted to know what he was hiding. She felt really bad going
through, her son's stuff, but she knew it would help answer questions that
Garrett would never answer. She walked over to the bed and sat on it. She
opened the drawer, and saw the shiny picture of James. She picked it up,
and examined it. She turned it over to see a caption. `Here G, here's your
boy. I hope you end up with him, you guy's would be so cute together! Luv
-Allie'

	`What did she mean by saying `your boy',' Rose thought. She
pondered it, and saw the brown pencil case. She opened it and out came a
poem, and more random pictures of James. She opened the first piece of
paper, and read it to herself:

James:

The way your smile warms my day, Waiting for you to make my dream become
more than an infatuation.  Your personality sets my soul ablaze, And you
run wild, through my crazy imagination.

	Rose didn't want to read on. She knew what her son was now. She was
surprised, Garrett had never shown homosexual tendencies. Rose then
realized that James is the guy coming over the house that day. Should she
ask Garrett about it? She didn't know what to do. She sat their pondering
for 10 minutes until she heard the shower stop. She put everything back in
the drawer, and rushed downstairs.

--

	Pat's tongue probed James open mouth, as they shared their first
kiss of the day.  James' hands roamed Pat's back, as they shared a long,
passionate kiss.  They were stopped, when someone knocked on the door. Pat
and James separated, and the knocker entered the room. "You guys should get
ready, if you want to make it on time," Shaun said, Pat's brother who was
also on the basketball team. Shaun was going to drive them.  Shaun left the
room, and left the two alone. For a moment they, only gazed into each
other's eyes. Pat was overwhelmed, with James by his side. He thought he
really won James over with the whole crying bit. All was an elaborate plan,
to get James into bed. Pat had been taught how to make himself cry, and it
was trick he often used to get his way. It definitely worked. He did care
about James, but more so he wanted Garrett to be alone and to have sex. A
boy's hormornes never changed for an immature teen like Pat.

	They took their separate showers, and had breakfast. Due to the
rush they were in, talking was put to a minimum as they made their way to
the high school, on the crisp Saturday morning.

	Garrett and Rose, were driving along the main road, when Rose
turned to the back road. Garrett was concentrating on the song on the
radio, that he didn't realize the detour was happening. When he finally
realized it, his mother had a confused expression on her face, and began to
talk. "How's Leah doing?"

	Garrett's happiness turned to anger. He wondered why his mom would
ask such a stupid question, she knew the breakup was hard on him. It was a
terrible choice on her part to bring it up. "She is going out with Matt
now," Garrett said somberly.

"Oh, she found a new boyfriend?" Rose played dumb. She wanted this to
slowly tie into her next question, about Garrett's possible boyfriend.

"Looks like it," Garrett said to his mom, now with more attitude.

"What about you?" Rose asked.

"What?" Garrett asked, beginning to get scared. `Does she know?'

"What about you son, do you have a boyfriend?" Rose said as gently as
possible.

	Garrett started to turn red. How did she know? Was she snooping
around in his room? Or did she just know? Garrett didn't know what to say,
but since his mother didn't seem mad he decided to just answer the
question. "I have someone in mind."

"I know."

"You do?" Garrett asked.

"That James kid, right?"

"Yeah, but..."

	Rose ran her fingers through her sons hair to reassure that this
didn't effect her love for him, before she continued on. "I saw the brown
pencil case."

"You snooped through my stuff?" Garrett asked, turning back to anger. He
swatted his mother's hand off of him. "How dare you!"

"Honey, it was just that. I saw you put it in your drawer, and.."

"That doesn't matter. You have no right to go through my stuff!" Garrett
screamed loudly.

"I thought you were hiding drugs or something, I mean.."

"Look at me, do I look like a fuc-- druggie? I play sports and I am damn
well good at it too. What were you thinking?" Garrett asked while calming
down a bit. He realized his mom wasn't attacking him, but trying to learn
more about him. He took a deep breath, and continued. "Mom, don't tell dad
o.k.? If he found out, he would kick me out of the house!"

"I know son, I'll keep this to myself until your ready to let him
know. Just remember that I love you no matter what," Rose said. They were
off the highway by this point and were at a red light. Rose took this time
to hug her son. "Is James, that way?"

"That way? You really need to phrase your sentences better mum!" They
looked at each other, and began to laugh. "I heard he was bisexual."

"One of those greedy ones than?" Rose asked.

"I guess," Garrett said, looking out the window. He saw the snow capped
trees, and passing stores as Rose got closer and closer to the
school. Garrett hoped that he had the nerve to tell James how he felt. A
chill ran through his body, as he pictured James holding him that
night. Together in bed, with smiles on both their faces. A sudden stop woke
him from his persistent dream. "O.K. mum, see you in an hour."

	Garrett left the car, and went up the stairs to the average size
school. The orange doors, were fading, and had scrapes of silver metal
showing through. He entered through the doors, and turned right to the
field house. He opened the smaller blue doors, and looked around. They were
beginning to start, and he saw both Varsity and Junior Varsity beginning to
shoot. Garrett was wearing his blue and white uniform. Tank top, with
shorts that went down to knee. Garrett never liked wearing his uniform, as
he thought his arms were too scrawny.

"Hey," James said walking toward Garrett. Garrett admired James' clothes as
he began to get closer to James. It wasn't a surprise what James' was
wearing. His American Eagle top, with blue jeans seemed to be a uniform for
James.

"Glad you could make it," Garrett said as he began to beam. He saw Pat was
coming over, Garrett cringed. Thoughts of James and Pat flew through his
mind. Before either of them said anything more, a whistle was blown and
they all went towards the center of the gymnasium. James took his seat in
the top corner of the bleachers.

	James had brought a book, and he began reading. Yet, he found
himself staring at one guy. Garrett, not Pat. James observed Garrett's
dirty blonde hair, smooth sexy arms, and his slight patch of pit hair that
James found so sexy. James continued to fantasize about Garrett, when he
heard a voice call out to him. He looked around and saw his brown haired,
brown eyed friend Melissa. She was standing near the entrance with a smile
on her face. James put his book in his bag, and decided to leave it on the
bleachers. He slowly made his way to Melissa avoiding the practice that was
going on.

"Mel, what the hell are you doing here?" James said, as they shared a
friendly hug. James was relieved that he was no longer alone.

"My brother Dan, had hockey practice so we dropped him off. I went in to
get a drink and I thought I saw you, and I decided to keep you company."

"How sweet of you," James responded. They decided that they wanted to sit,
so they went back to where James originally sat.

"So, why are you here?" Melissa asked.

"Well, last night I slept over Pat's house and .. "

"Eeew, he's so fucking gross!"

"Melissa don't be mean. He's nice, and well," James paused.  "forget
it. Today I am going over Garrett's house."

"Garrett? Garrett? The Garrett in my Spanish class?"

"Yeah."

	Melissa rolled her eyes, "Why the fuck are you going to that snobs
house."

"We are doing a project together, so we decided that I should sleep over
his house," James said beginning to get pissed. Melissa was always like
this. She had always made fun of everyone and their mothers. Today was no
different .The rest of the conversation was Melissa slamming James.

	Garrett was out of breath. He was glad practice was finally
over. He wiped the beads of sweat running down his face, and started to
approach James. "Hey."

"Fuck you," Melissa said. "That goes for both of us."

	Garrett's face turned to shock, when James spoke up. "Melissa quit
being a bitch.  Hey Garrett."

"Hey James," Pat called out. He just came out of the lockerroom.

"Hey," James said. The ensuing conversation would be a confusion. With
everyone talking at the same time. Melissa was bitching about Garrett, Pat
and Garrett were to busy trying to talk to James. While James sat their
silent, the three voices at the same time were beginning to cause a
headache for James. "SHUT-UP!"

	Everyone quickly hushed. Melissa left at that point as she saw her
Dad standing at the doorway. Garrett went to the lockerroom, leaving James
and Pat alone. "Babe, don't yell at me."

"Pat, then stop being an ass. Every time Garrett tried to talk you would
interrupt him."

"Well, I am your boyfriend, I wanted to talk to you," Pat said.

"More like wanting to monopolize my conversation," James replied. James ran
his hands through his hair as if in disgust, then let out a long sigh.

"That's only because, I know Garrett. He is bad, I know what he is all
about. He is going to try to hurt you," Pat was lying through his teeth.

"Don't be a shit. You know very well, I can handle myself. I don't need a
baby-sitter," James said in contempt. "What is with you anyways, Garrett is
one of the nicer guys in the school."

"He pretends to be, but he isn't. Believe me I know," Pat said while
putting his right hand on James' shoulder. "I know."

"Whatever."

	Garrett was in the lockerrom gathering his stuff, as he stepped
outside he saw Pat place his hand on James' shoulder. Garrett turned back
into the locker room. He took a deep breath, and looked in the mirror. The
thought of James and Pat was now even more apparent. Even if it was just a
touch, Garrett knew it was more. He splashed his face water, trying to calm
himself down. `What is wrong with me? If I am really am supposed to be with
James, he'll pick me over Pat. Hell, maybe Pat isn't even with him, what am
I worried about?'

	Garrett ran his long fingers through his golden brown hair, and
took a deep breath.  He walked out of the locker room. James was now
alone. "Ready?" Garrett asked.

"Sure," James walked towards Garrett. "Let's go dude."

	They walked side-by-side to the main entrance of the near empty
school. Their foot steps echoed an eerie sound of emptiness. During the
weekdays the now shallow hallway would be filled with students and teachers
alike it a mob like crowd. The plain gray hall lead to the main entrance,
where Garrett's mom was waiting outisde of. Garrett saw the silver Interpid
through the windows, as he lead James out the doors.

	It had gotten a bit warmer during the two hours of practice. A
cool, breeze ran a chill down James back, as he opened the door to the
backseat. They both entered the backseat.

	Patrick was already home, by this point. He was outside shooting
baskets, when a he saw someone walking by. It was his new neighbor. They
looked at each other for a moment. They both didn't say a word. Pat noticed
how the neighbor seemed to measure up Pat, looking up and down. He remained
at the edge of Pat's driveway, as Pat started approaching his
neighbor. "Hello, I am Pat. I am your neighbor," Pat reached out for a
handshake, by was left hanging.

	He stared at the glove covered hand until Pat withdrew. "I'm
Aaron."

	"Your in my friend James' class aren't you?" Pat asked, he had just
realized this as he got closer to his neighbor.

"Oh, so your a friend of him."

"Yes," Pat said, while wiping away the hair in his face. "Hey it's getting
a bit windy out here, do you wanna go inside and chill. Maybe get to know
each other?"

"Definitely."

	Garrett looked at his mother in a mixture of shock and
happiness. She was asking James simple questions about himself, that
Garrett wanted to learn. However, Garrett never had the nerve to ask. They
were simple things, but Garrett still loved the knowledge.  The thing that
scared him, was he knew how his mother was. She could get carried away
easily with things, and she might get way too personal. Something, Garrett
wished his mother didn't do. "So, do you have a girl--friend?" Garrett's
mom asked adding extra emphasis on girl. Garrett turned to his mother in
horror, but quickly calmed down. `James wouldn't pick this innuendo up
would he?'

"No, I am definitely do not have a girlfriend. Girls are trouble," James
joked. James thought again about Pat. Wondering what he was doing at that
certain point. If James knew what Pat was doing, he would be stopped in his
tracks. Aaron certainly knew how to play people. He had easily gotten Pat
to confess about he and James' relationship. He was certainly set to break
them up. From the looks of things it was going to work. Aaron had set up
the plan, when James called to say hi, Pat would say he was with
Aaron. Their relationship would be over. Pat thinking he had something
going with Aaron. Boy, was he wrong. It was all a game, to him. A game in
which he certainly never lost.

	The conversation dragged on, in what seemed for an eternity for
silent Garrett.  Throughout the conversation Garrett bit his nails, and
twitched hoping to finally get away from his mom. They finally pulled into
the garage. Garrett rushed James up the stairs, to his bedroom. His
bedroom, was a redone attic. Garrett liked the privacy.

"Damn, I love your room already! Not only is it large, but you get
privacy. I wish I had this privacy," James said as he put his stuff
down. James looked at the renovated room.  They walls looked brand new, and
were painted a light blue. He immediately walked over to one corner, where
a lot of pictures were placed. He looked at all the smiles, it was the
Popular clique at it's best. Something James never wanted to be a part
of. They all went to James middle school. Which was nicknamed `The Snobs of
the Town' school. Whenever James was asked which middle school he came
from, he cringed to tell the truth.

"Hey, I am going to get us some sodas," Garrett said breaking the silence,
and bringing James back to reality.

"Oh, OK. Can I use the phone?"

"Sure," Garrett said, while walking down the stairs. James waited for the
echoing footsteps to stop, before he started dialing. He had promised Pat
he would call him when he got to Garrett's house, and he did just that.

"Hello."

"Hello, is Pat there?"

"He's kind of busy right now, pleasuring me," Aaron began to laugh.

"What?"

"Tell him."

"Hey, ex-babe. Aaron, my neighbor and I have decided to hook up. I am
sorry, but I like Aaron much better," Pat said. Pat didn't care for James
anymore. He originally did it because he wanted sex and to spite
Garrett. Now he had Aaron, a much more accessible and cuter guy, he decided
to take him. While on the phone, Aaron was busy kissing Pat's stomach
waiting to make his way even further down.

"But, you said you really cared about me? How could y-,"

"Things change babe. Aaron is way better than you sorry but it's
true. Mmmm, Aaronnnn.  I hope we can still be fr-," Aaron hung up the
phone. Pat didn't care, as he enjoyed the movements of Aaron's expert
tongue. James sat in the silent room dejected. `Still be friends? What the
hell is he thinking? It's one thing to break up with me, but to do it on
the phone while with the other person. What an ass,' James thought. It was
one thing to lose his guy, but to Aaron. Someone who had confronted him
already, made the pain much worse. The door squeaked, as James realized
Garrett was coming back. He wiped away a solitary tear, and put a smile on
his face.

"Any plans for tonight?" James asked, spinning around on the black wheeled
chair. Garrett handed James the Pepsi, and sat on the bed. He grabbed a
remote, and turned on his stereo putting it on the hip-hop station. 3LW was
playing.  "O.K. you probably think I am such a dork, but I love this
song. So, if I happen to start singing along, ignore it. Force of habit."

	Garrett laughed, "The song is cool. Anyways for tonight, uh we can
rent a movie. I have to return some tapes, anyhow. Just chill in the house,
maybe get to know each other?" Garrett asked, he ran his fingers through
his brownish-blonde hair, anticipating a response.

	James sang a long to "No More" for a few seconds longer before he
responded.  `No more,' James thought. `No more shit, I am going to take
from Pat.' "Cool, I am in a chillin' mood tonight," James said imitating
how Garrett spoke. James had an impeccable ability to hide his emotions. No
one ever knew how he was really feeling, James thought if he let people
see, he was vulnerable to them. "What kind of movies are you into?"

"Well, I don't know. I am into the run of the mill teen movies, and I like
Christina Ricci too."

"I love Christina too. Maybe we can get one of her movies, none of her kid
movies though," James smiled. Garrett loved James smiled, the way it seemed
so sincere and everything about it, made Garrett smile. He was extremely
happy to be able to finally talk to James, even if it was trivial stuff. "I
guess we should get started on the math thing."

"Sure," Garrett said, grabbing a chair and sitting next to James at the
wooden computer desk.

"Wow, that was great," Pat said to Aaron. They both lay naked on the bed,
Pat reached to hold Aaron, but he backed off. "Hey, what's the problem?"

"Cuddling is for people who date, not for people who fuck," Aaron said
putting on his boxers.

"I was under the impression that we were ya know, dating," Pat responded
beginning to get confused. He focused on Aaron's deep brown eyes, he put
his hand on Aaron's jean covered leg.

"Naive, naive Pat. Don't you get it? I was using you to hurt James. He
thinks he's the shit, or at least that's how I saw him. I had you dump him,
and that's all your needed for. You weren't that good anyway," Aaron
said. He walked out never looking back. Pat lay alone, silent, naked. `What
just happened? I just got played, ruined my relationship with James.  Damn
it, why am I such a moron. How did I let myself into this mess? Will James
ever talk to me again?' all these thoughts flew through Pat's mind in
incredible pace. It was all to much for him. Pat hurriedly opened his
bottom drawer, and found his antidepressants. Pat had been on these pills
for awhile now. Ever since, the divorce of his parents, he had never been
the same.

	He took the cover off and took a deep breath. He poured one out and
grimaced as he swallowed it without water. Pat put his clothes back on, and
went for a walk. He needed to think deeply, about his situation. `What am I
going to do now? I lost my boyfriend and my good friend. Damn it Aaron, I
am going to get you.'

	Staring intently at the screen, James pressed button after button
trying to win.  They had abandoned the project, they had done a half assed
job. They figured with the way Mrs. Weak was, they would still get an
A. All you had to do was talk you way out of it, and she would believe
anything. "Ohh! You suck, I told you. K fucking O!" James said, as he
looked at the replay of his character kicking the ass of Garrett's.

"That was a lucky try," Garrett said.

"You were lucky even touching me," James laughed in Garrett's face.

"Oh you better shut-up, with that before I hurt you," Garrett said
sarcastically.

	James dropped his controller, and broke out laughing. He did this
all to piss Garrett off, and from the looks of things it was working. "Oh,
that's it," Garrett said while lunging at James. He tackled James on the
floor, pinning down his arms. James stared at Garrett's beautiful eyes,
while twitching trying to get loose. "Give up?"

	Noticing his legs were free, James raised them up, kicking Garrett
in the back.  Garrett flew down, and their faces were only inches
apart. With the grip loosen, James pushed his opponent off of him, and had
control of his legs, and arms. "Looks like the tides have turned?" James
laughed, adding more pressure on Garrett's arm. "All you have to say is,
James is the best. Then we can go back on our merry way."

"Never!" Not only did Garrett not want to concede defeat, he loved the
feeling of James body so close to his. James added more pressure. The pain
and the twitching in his pants, all gave him the green light to give
up. "Fuck, that hurts. James is the best."

	James let go off Garrett, and sat back on the bed. "I am glad you
are smart enough to know that," James smiled. Garrett couldn't stop
smiling. He knew he was stronger than James, but he was to obsessed staring
at James' beautiful face that he nearly forgot what to do. `What is James
doing to me?' Garrett thought. Garrett was about to say something, when he
heard his mother clearing her throat on the stairs. `Was she there the
whole time?' Garrett thought.

"Can I speak to you, Garrett, downstairs?" she asked.

"Wait here," Garrett said to James, as he made his way downstairs.

"Where do you expect me to go?" James asked. He didn't get a response.

"What?" Garrett asked his mother.

"You seem to be getting very close, to James," Rose sarcastically said
putting extra emphasis on close.

"We were wrestling mom, you get close when you do that," Garrett said
in-a-matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, but usually the one on the bottom doesn't have that look on his
face," Rose replied adding emphasis on that.

"What look?"

"The look, that you wee going to kiss him," Rose said. Garrett turned red.

"Did I really?" Garrett asked, hoping James didn't see that look.

"Kind of, but I can tell you one thing. You sure know how to pick
em'. James seems like a good kid."

"He is."

"When are you going to ask him?" Rose said again smiling.

"Mom, I think your more involved in this relationship then I am."

"I just want to see you happy, and I think he just might be able to do
that," Rose again smiled.

"I think so too," Garrett said, hugging his mom.

"We can go to the video store now if you want," Rose said grabbing her bag.

"I'll go get James," Garrett rushed up the stairs. "Hey were going to go to
get movies.  You wouldn't want to come would you?"

"Well, considering I'd be alone and away from my favorite partner in the
whole world, I guess I should," James said half sarcastically. Those words
sent a chill down his Garrett's spine. `Did he mean what he just said?'
Garrett thought to himself. He stood motionless until James hit him in the
back of the head.

"Let's go," James said pushing his way in front of Garrett. He followed
close behind.

	Pat sat on his bed. The walk certainly did not help. He was now
even more confused then before. The pills he took certainly weren't
helping. He kept on thinking optimistically, then pessimistically. It was
one big joke to him by now. He stop caring. `I'll just go with the flow,'
Pat thought. The drugs by now certainly hit him. Pat shrugged off any pain
still left in his body, and picked up the phone. It was a Saturday, and he
sure as hell wasn't going to spend it at home.

"You want to make it a double Ricci?" Garrett asked as held Bless the Child
and The Opposite of Sex in his hands.

"Sure," James said.

	They paid for the movies and started to drive back home. Rose still
had some questions on her mind. "I heard a lot of commotion from
upstairs. May I ask what you guys were doing?" Rose asked playing
dumb. Garrett turned to his mom, wide eyed. He was about to speak, when
James interrupted.

"We were merely playfully wrestling. Rest assured, I did not hurt your
son. Though, I was in a position to do so."

"You were not, you just caught me off guard an--"

"Won. I made him say a phrase, to loosen up my grip," James said in a solid
tone.

"Oh, what was that?" Rose again played dumb.

"Tell your mother, Garrett."

"I won't," Garrett retorted.

"Please?" James said in a very soft tone catching Garrett's attention. He
couldn't say no now.

"James is the best," Garrett said solemnly.

"Can't you just hear the sincerity in his voice?" James sarcastically
asked.

"I can," Rose said, while winking at her son. Garrett turned red. Luckily,
he was saved as the car pulled into the driveway. Garrett once again rushed
James upstairs, and they sat on the bed thinking what to do next.

"Hey, I think I need to take a shower," James said while pretending to
sniff himself.

"I think I do too," Garrett said while nodding. "You can go first."

"O.K.," James pulled a towel out of his bag, and his sleeping clothes and
headed down the stairs. While James was bent over grabbing his stuff,
Garrett stared at James' backside. It was perfectly matched. He was lost in
his thoughts, he didn't hear James leave. The phone rang, snapping Garrett
out of his dream. He walked over to his desk, and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Is James there? I need to talk to him. Tell him it's Pat," Pat said
hurriedly.

"He's in the shower, I'll tell him to call you when he gets out," Garrett
replied. There was no other response. Pat hung up the phone when he heard
those words. This gave Garrett time to think about James. Garrett dreamt
about James in the shower, picturing the water cascading off his tight abs
and perfect chest. He saw the water running down to his legs, clinging to
the legs hairs. Time went by fast, during his dream sequence. Garrett never
snapped back into reality until, James stood there.

	James whistled, to get Garrett's attention, and when Garrett
glanced James spoke.  "You can go now," James said. Garrett looked at James
and he was pleased. James was wearing a tight T-shirt, seeming to be a few
years old, that clung to every muscle on James body. `How am I going to get
through tonight? Every time I look at him, I get excited. I need a cold
shower,' Garrett thought.

"O.K."

	Garrett grabbed some clothes out of his drawer, and went to have
his cold shower.  James thought about Garrett, and took out his poem
book. Thinking about Garrett, made James feel good. There was this certain
thing that Garrett did. He didn't know what it was, but Garrett had a
sincerity about him. His soft, yet deep voice soothed James heart.  All
these emotions inclined James to write. Many poems and ideas ran though his
mind, as he searched tirelessly for a pen in his bag. When one was not
found, he looked around the desk, opened a drawer, but there was no pen to
be found. He checked the other set of drawers, and found a brown pencil
case. He opened in, but instead of finding the pen he had been searching
for he saw the picture.

	He pulled out the picture and realized it was him. A thought of the
obvious went into James brain. Garrett did like him. He read the back and
it was confirmed.  `Garrett likes me. Why am I not more surprised?' James
thought. `Am I ready for another relationship? Can I even call me and Pat a
relationship? I can't tell Garrett I saw this, he'll think I was
snooping. I'll let him make the first move.'

	James reflected on the past few days, the drama, the break up, and
now the possibility of a new relationship. James folded the poem neatly,
and put it back in the brown pencil case, along with the photo of
himself. James dreaded taking that picture, Allie nearly forced him. Now he
knew why. What was he going to say to Garrett now?  Was he going to flirt,
or play it cool? The door squeaked open, and the footsteps of Garrett
became louder and louder. Wearing a T-shirt and sweat pants, he sat beside
James on the bed.

	James' temptation was at it's peak. He began to speak.

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Cut! lol , Just picture James mouth beginning to open, than a cut to
commercial. With a character saying "Please stay tuned for scenes of the
next Romancing James". :-) Well, ya know this took me awhile to get out,
but I hope you enjoy it ! All e-mails direct to TanasugarnFan1@aol.com.
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