Date: Mon, 05 Mar 2001 10:57:14 -0700
From: tarantau@hotmail.com
Subject: Ryan's Odyssey Chapter 2

The follow story is fiction and resemblence to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental.  If this kinda story isn't your bag of tea, then just
don't read it.


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RYAN'S ODYSSEY

  CHAPTER TWO

I walked out of the kitchen, leaving Ryan sitting there.  I knew him well
enough to know that everything I had told him to do would be done and then
some.  He figured if he got everything done, I would forget about the rest
of his punishment and he would be out again that night with his friends.
Well not this time buddy, I thought.

The first thing I did was stop at the grocery store, pick up a few items,
and then I decided to stop at the Video Store and pick up a few movies,
since I wasn't planning on doing anything tonight, because I knew if I went
out, Ryan would sneak out right after me and be home just before I got
there.

"Hi, Tricia," Todd, the owner of the local video store, greeted me as I
walked through the door.

"How did Ryan feel this morning.  Him and Kyle came in here last night, and
he looked like he had quite a bit to drink.  I was kinda worried about him."

"Robert brought him home again," I replied.  "Lately he has been acting up,
staying out later then usual, drinking more then I feel comfortable with.  I
just don't know what I'm gonna do with him."

"Tricia, Ryan is a good kid, but something seems to be on his mind, and
instead of talking to you about it.  He supresses it by drinking and
disobeying authority."

I had picked up the new one with Richard Gere, and My Dog Skip, since I knew
that was one of Robin and Ryan's favorite movies.  I paid for them at the
counter.

"Ryan has a lot of respect for you," I told Todd, "Do you think you could
talk to him, and maybe find out what's bothering him.  I think it would
help."

"I'll see what I can do, "Todd replied.  "Send him down here, and I'll give
a go."

* * * * * * *

It took me more then an hour to finish cleaning my room, finding stuff
through all the clutter that I had never remembered owning.  I wasn't very
good at throwing stuff away, mostly I just tossed it on the floor and forgot
about it.  It was in the pile on the floor that I found somethings I was
lucky my mom hadn't found.  There were various pictures of naked teen
celebs, in a yellow file folder that I had downloaded from the internet, all
of them were fakes of course.  I quickly stashed it in the bottom drawer of
my dresser, which was my private drawer as my mother had labeled it.  It was
a written rule in our house, One dresser drawer in our room was a private
drawer and nobody else could or was allowed to know the contents of it
without that persons permission.  After I had finished my room, I moved into
the Laundry room, threw a load into the washer, and well it was washing I
started sweeping the kitchen.  At around quarter till one I had everything
she had told me to do finished.  I went back into my room, looked through my
CD collection and decided on the Billy Gilman Cd.  I had heard the stories
from my friends about how he sounded like a girl, and only Gay's, Old
people, and losers listened to him.  But I was one of his biggest fans. I
was listening to the Cd, drifting off the dream, when the ringing of the
telephone brought me back to reality.

I reached over and grabed the cordless phone next to my bed, "Suttermill
house, this is Ryan," I said.

"Hey shithead," the voice on the otherend said.

It was Kyle.  He asked me about what had happened, so I tried to explain
everything I could remember to him, including my grounding.

"If you grounded, does that mean you can't have anybody come over, or you
just can't go out?" he asked.

"She didn't say," I replied, "I'l ask her when she gets here, and then I'll
call you back."

Well since I'm making confessions to you, I guess it's time you know my
biggest confession.  You see I am in love with Kyle Thomas, and have been
ever since I first met him in the second grade.  Our first meeting wasn't
friendly, in fact it was downright hostile.  The whole affair ended with us
each getting a couple of licks for fighting.  As the years went by and we
found some common ground, we became friends.  I compare our friendship to
that of Cory and Shawn from Boy Meets World, we had nothing in common, and
in most normal circumstances we would have never been friends, or at least
as close of friends as we were.  I could tell Kyle anything, and I knew he
could tell me anything, except for the one thing I wanted to tell him more
then anything.

Kyle was bit shorter then me, at around five-eight, if I had to guess his
weight, I would say around one hundred fifty pounds.  He had a good athletic
build, but had never shown any interest in sports, instead he was always in
the stands watching and cheering.  His hair was a jet black color, and hung
in a disarray around his face.  He had got the nickname Specs, because the
glasses he had wore since I had known him, would fall down the bridge of his
nose, and he was always pushing them back up.  To most people, Kyle would
have just been an average, normal looking American male, but to me, he was
the most gorgeous creature God had ever created.

I guess I had fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember was my little
sister yelling at me to get up.  Mom had rented My Dog Skip and we they were
getting ready to watch it.  As I got up, I remembered I had to ask my mother
of Kyle could come over and hang out.  I knew my mom liked Kyle, sometimes
better then me I thought.

"Mom," I said, as I walked into the livingroom,"I know I can't leave the
house, but I was wondering if Kyle could come over and hang out with me?"

She thought about it for a minute, before saying,"I guess it would be all
right, at least it would keep both of you out of trouble."

"Thanks mom," I replied, reaching over to kiss her on the cheek.

"Well since, Kyle's coming over to hang out, I guess I'd better go to the
grocery store and get some snacks for you all," she said, "I know how much
you both can eat."

"Can you pick up a couple of more movies?" I asked.

"I don't know what you haven't seen, or what you want to see," she replied,
"so I'm gonna make an exception to your grounding and allow you and Kyle to
go to the Video store and the grocery store and get what you think you need,
but you only have one hour."

I called Kyle up and let him know that it was all right with my mother if he
came over and hung out.  Fifteen minutes later he appeared and we left to
the Video Store.

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