Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2006 16:12:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Lusty <lustyville@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Science of Us-Part 12. My Boyfriend? (Kyle)

     I was so excited on the way to the club. I was going to
hear Nick sing, I could catch up with some of our friends
who we didn't see that often, and I was on a natural high
brought on by some sexual activity with my boyfri- um, with
Pat. My dick had finally calmed down when we reached the
club and I hopped out before Pat put the car in park. I
couldn't wait to get inside. I started walking towards the
door as everyone else got out and then I heard Pat say,
"Slow down, Kyle."
     I turned and looked at him, "Sorry, I'm just really
excited tonight."
     "In more ways than one." he smirked while looking at my
groin area. I looked down and I didn't see anything. "Ha,
made you look!" he laughed as he walked over to me. I heard
Chris laugh too. Tonight would be the first real time I
spent with Chris because his schedule always seemed to
conflict with ours. Pat always raves about what a great guy
Chris is, so I guess I'll see tonight.
     I walked in the club with Pat's arm around me, just
where it belonged. I looked around the place and I felt a
pang of sadness when I realized that my group was on the
opposite side of the room as Pat's friends. I guess it was
understandable. Pat's friends were a different kind of breed
than my friends. Pat's friends were the popular kids and my
friends were just regular kids trying to stick together in
fear of becoming outsiders. My friends smiled when they saw
me and I pointed to the front row near Pat's friends. Matt
shook his head `no' but I gave him a look that said, `move
your ass, or I'll move it for you.' I watched for a moment
as my friends gathered their stuff. Pat grabbed my hand and
pulled me over to the area with his friends. Chris and
Jessica sat on the row with Drew, Laurie, Valerie and
Rachel, and Pat and I walked to the front row to claim our
reserved seats. I was about to sit down in my seat when Matt
grabbed me and pulled me to the side.
   "Why do you want us to sit with your jock buddies?" he
whispered.

  I thought it was obvious that Pat and I were together, I
mean come on, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see the
way we look at each other and talk about each other and act
with each other, plus everyone knows he's gay. If I weren't
dating him and I noticed Pat hanging out with some new guy
suddenly, I would assume they were secretly together unless
I heard otherwise. "They're my friends, so play nice, plus
you know Nick would want to see all of us on the front row."

    "Those seats are reserved," Matt said pointing to the
reserved signs on the chairs.

     "They're reserved for you guys, you idiot! Nick and I
didn't think you guys would make it on time so he reserved a
few seats so he could see the people he loves in the front."

     "So what's Pat doing there then?"

  I wanted to say, `Because he's the person I love.' but my
lips refused to let those words escape. "He's my friend and
I wanted him to sit there."

     "But he's gay." Matt whispered, making sure to put
emphasis on gay.

  "Yeah, and?" I asked a little annoyed with the path this
conversation was taking.

    "I don't want to be seen with him." he stated flatly.

     "Everyone thinks Nick is gay, but you don't mind being
seen with him." I countered.

     "But I know he's not."

     I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "So you wouldn't
be friends with someone who was gay?"

  "Of course not! Eww." he replied with a tiny grin on his
face containing a small laugh.

     "Wow, you're an asshole." I stated.

     His grin vanished immediately. "What's your deal Kyle?
First you start hanging out with those jocks, now you want
to call me names!"

     Most of me wanted to blurt out my secret and watch the
stupid look that I knew would find its home on Matt's face,
but part of me understood that the night was not about me.
We were both there for Nick and that was how it should be. I
reminded myself not to say anything to ruin the night.
"Look, I didn't mean anything by it. I just think you're
being a little childish. Let me introduce you to everyone
and why don't you try to actually talk to them before you
put them in a category and dismiss them."

     "Whatever man" was all he said as he followed me back
to the seats. Greta, Paul and Hope were already sitting when
we walked over. I noticed that John had arrived too, and he
was sitting next to Pat in the seat I just assumed I would
be sitting in.

     I walked over to Pat and John and said, "Well these are
my friends." I pushed Matt a little in front of me. "This
one here is Matt. Don't mind him, he's a little shy." My
friends started laughing because they understood how untrue
that was, so they got the joke. "And right over there," I
said, pointing two seats down from John, "that's Greta, Paul
and Hope."

    "Wow, you really do have friends!" joked Pat. "I was
beginning to think you and Nick were making them up."

     "No, we do exist," said Matt as he walked to the open
seat next to Greta.

  I looked at the open seat next to Matt, hoping John would
get the hint and move over, but he didn't. Instead, he
smiled at me and said, "I'm not moving so you better take a
seat." Pat gave me a look, and I just shrugged my shoulders
and sat down between John and Matt. John leaned over and
whispered in my ear. "Don't worry, I don't bite. Unless you
want me to." He laughed and I punched him in the arm. A few
minutes later, the show was starting.

  Nick was adorable in his little `I'm a rocker with a pop
star's heart outfit.' The crowd was a decent size and most
of them seemed to enjoy Nick's songs. About fifteen minutes
in to his set, Nick said, "This next song is, um, a little
different from my others. It's about someone special to me,
so work with me here. I'm um, I'm not going to cry, but uh,
I may get a little teary-eyed. Okay, here we go." He put his
guitar in position and started singing.

Daddy came home with a smile on his face
And Mama made sure everything was always
in its place But now she don't clean and
I don't cry
And we don't ask each other why
Cause my daddy's gone and we're all alone
It's just us two in our
little home.

And she don't understand
Why I won't hold her hand And she don't
understand
That I'm trying to become a man
I know she did the best she could
And if my daddy were here, he would
have understood

Why she don't clean and I don't cry
And we don't ask each other why
Cause daddy's gone and we're all alone
It's just us two in our little home.

They say don't dwell in the past
But I know it's only the memories that last
I remember him teaching me how to ride a bike
And I remember him tucking me in at night
I can still feel him pick me up and say
everything will be alright
If he were here he would understand

Why she don't clean and I don't cry
And we don't ask each other why
Cause daddy's gone and we're all alone
It's just us two in our
little home.

Three years I cried, after my
father died But now the tears
have all dried
And I won't let another one fall Because he's gone
and that's a fact And as a man, I must accept that
But it still hurts

When she don't clean and I can't cry
And we don't ask each other why
Because daddy's gone and we're all alone
And in my house, two people don't make it a home.

     Nick had tears in his eyes, but he didn't let
one fall. I knew he was lying about not crying, but I
figured he was trying to be symbolic and right now he
was trying to be strong. Hell, he probably was afraid
Britney was there and he didn't want her to see him
cry. He cleared his throat and started speaking,
"Okay, this next one will be a little less
depressing. I promise. And don't worry, it's the last
song." He looked at me and winked. I smiled back at
him. I watched as his eyes took a quick glance at my
hand and I looked down to see what he was looking at.
John was holding my hand. I looked at John and he had
tears streaming down his face.

     "I need to get out of here." With that he was up
and running out the building. I wondered what was
wrong with him, but I couldn't leave before the show
was over. I turned to look at Drew and I mouthed,
`What's wrong with him?' He mouthed back, `I don't
know.'

     When the show was over, I congratulated Nick on
his performance and mingled for a few minutes before
I tried to find out what was going on with John. I
thought he ran outside to get
some fresh air, but I went to check and he was gone,
along with his car. I went inside and walked over to
Drew, "I think something's wrong with John. He was
crying and then he left. Shouldn't you go find him or
something?"

 "No need. He called and said he was at home and not
                         to
worry."

"How can you not be worried when he had a breakdown?"

     "Relax, it wasn't a breakdown. The song probably
depressed him, that's all. Don't worry about it."

     "But I am worried about it."

"Worried about what?" Pat questioned as he joined our
conversation.

  "John was crying, and he ran out of here and went
                        home.
Don't you think someone should check on him?"

     "Sure, I guess." Pat answered. "I was wondering
what happened to him. I thought he had to take a shit
or something."

     "Well, I'm not checking on him. I have big plans
for the afterparty," blurted Drew. I looked at him
for a second, so he continued. "You're good friends
with him now Kyle, why don't you go check on him
since you're so worried?"

     "Okay, let's see. His parents don't know me,
it's late, he might not answer the door, and, oh,
unlike you, I didn't drive myself here." I was trying
my hardest not to sound snippy, but I was ticked off.
How can you not go check on your best friend?

     "Look, his parents aren't home, the time doesn't
matter, he keeps the spare key under the mat at the
front door, dumb, I know, but he does it, his bedroom
is upstairs, um, it's the third door on your left,
you can drive my car there and I'll bum a ride with
Pat or someone, and you can meet us at Pat's house."
He reached in his pocket and took out his keys, then
handed them to me with a smile on his face.

 "Um, is that okay with you Pat?" I asked turning my
attention to my, um, friend.

     "Sure, um, whatever. I'll see you later." He
didn't even look at me when he said it, he just sort
of focused on the air like there was something in it.

     "Okay." I said. I walked off to find Nick and
say goodbye and then I was on my way. I pulled up to
John's house ten minutes later. I had only seen
John's house from the outside before so part of me
was looking forward to going inside. I parked Drew's
car and walked to the front door. I went in and went
upstairs and looked for the third door on the left.
John had the door wide open, so I just walked in his
room and sat on the bed next to him. He was laying
flat on his bed with his face buried in a pillow, but
he stiffened up as soon as I sat down.

     "Go away Drew!" he yelled without even looking
up. "I just want to be alone!"

 "I'm not Drew," I said in the best soothing voice I
                        had.

  He sat up quickly and looked at me. "What are you
                        doing
here?" His face was red and stained with tears.

     "I came to check on you."

     "Well, I'm fine, so you can go now."

     "You're not fine."

     "Go away! I don't want you to see me like this!"

     I didn't say anything. I just sat there staring
at him for a few minutes. When he finally broke our
stare and looked down, I asked him the million dollar
question. "So what's wrong?"


     "I am!" he shouted. "Nick feels like crap
because he doesn't have a father and all I do is wish
that my father would die. Nick would give anything to
have his father back and I would give anything to
give mine away. I hate him! My father, not Nick." I
couldn't help but smile at his clarification.


     "Why do you hate him?" I asked as I moved
forward on the bed and reached out to touch John's
shoulder.


"Because he's a horrible person, but I don't want to
                        talk
about that."

     "Yes you do," I told him.

     "Maybe, you're right, but not tonight. Will you
just hold me for a few minutes?"

     "Huh?"

     "Maybe you're right, but not tonight. Will you
hold me for a few minutes?"

     I heard his request the first time, but I had to
make sure that was what I was hearing. "Sure, but no
funny business." That warranted a small laugh from
him that revealed his smile. "See you can smile." I
said as I lied back on the bed and waited as he
cuddled up in my arms.

     "Thanks," I heard him whisper in to my chest.

     "You're welcome," I replied as I put my arm
around him and held him tight. I glanced at my watch
and saw that it was only 11:00. I must have dozed
off, because the next time I looked at my watch, it
said 4:00 am. "Wake up," I said as I nudged John.

   "Stop that, I'm already woke," came his groggy
                      response.

     "We need to go to Pat's house."

     "I don't want to go anywhere," he told me as he
cuddled up to me even more.

     "Come on, I know he didn't act like it last
night, but I'm sure Drew is worried about you."

     John sat up and reached in his pocket, pulling
out his cell phone. He pushed some button and said,
"He is." John handed me his cell phone.

     "Woah, 10 calls from Drew?"

     "Yep."

     "Why didn't we hear the phone ring?"

     "Because I turned the phone off after I called
to tell him I was at home, I was okay, and I just
wanted to be alone."

     I reached in my pocket for my cell phone but it
wasn't there. I figured it must have dropped out in
the car. John and I both went to the bathroom and I
realized that his house was just as nice as Pat's. I
used the toilet while John used the other toilet and
then went to the sink to wash his hands and clean his
face. I watched him wash away the streaks left behind
from his tears. I wanted to pry more in to why he
hated his father, but I knew he would open up when he
was ready so I didn't say anything.

     I found my cell phone on the seat of Drew's car
and I checked my messages. Pat had called me 5 times
and his messages kept making less and less sense. His
last message sounded a little angry, but he was
slurring his words too much so I couldn't tell if he
was serious of just out of it.

     Most of the cars were gone when we reached Pat's
house, so I guess the party ended early. The front
door was open, which was to be expected because Pat
knew I was coming and that some of his after, after
party guest would need to get in and out and who
wants to have to open the door a thousand times in
one night? We stepped over a few people who
apparently were too drunk to make it home. The house
was a mess, there were beer bottles and liquor
bottles and cups and crumbs from various snacks all
over the floor.

  I started hearing noises as I got closer to Pat's
                       room. I
thought I heard moaning, so I assumed that Pat was
watching some porno. John and I walked in to Pat's
little livingroom area, but the television was off.
We realized that the moaning was coming from Pat's
bedroom. I walked over to open the door.

     "Maybe you shouldn't do that," John warned.

     "Please, he's just watching a porno, who cares!"
I pushed the door open to Pat's bedroom. "I caught
you!" I announced before I surveyed the scene. There,
on Pat's bed, was a naked Pat and a naked Drew, and
Drew was, was, it can't be! Drew was fucking my
boyfriend! Pat and Drew both looked at me with shear
terror on their faces. I could feel my heart falling
to my feet. I couldn't catch my breath. "Oh." managed
to slip from my lips as I turned around and nearly
knocked John over. I shoved John out of my way and
ran as fast as I could. I wanted to get as far away
from that place as possible before my broken heart
killed me.

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