Date: Mon, 08 Oct 2001 22:49:09 +1000
From: Mark Peters <mp_ponyboy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Song For Guy - Part 3

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Dear Reader:  Here is the next installment in the tale of Tim
and Guy. I hope that you all, both new and old readers alike,
enjoy this tale as it develops.


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A Song for Guy

by

Mark Peters




- Part Three -


The telephone rang that night, and I barely lifted my
head off the pillow for long enough to hear it being
answered.

I hoped to God that it wouldn't be for me.

Dropping my head back down into my pillow, which was still
damp from the tears of fear that I had cried when I had
arrived home, I remembered the sweating and the cold panic
of earlier in the day. It was something the likes of which
I had never before experienced, as far as I could
remember. And it scared the shit out of me.

Ben knew I was gay. I knew I was gay. But that was all.
And the thought of anyone else outside of that little
circle of two knowing it, for the moment at least,
chilled me to the bone.

Footsteps came echoing down the hall and I buried myself
deeper into my pillow.

"Tim? Darling. Ben is on the phone," my mother said,
sticking her head around my bedroom door.

"I don't want to talk to him. Please tell him I'm sick,
or something," I said, rolling over and turning away from
her.

"What's wrong?" she asked me.

I didn't answer.

The door closed and I rolled onto my back and stared at
the ceiling.

That grin on Guy's face this afternoon. That had said it
all. I thought he might have been interested in me, but
now......

Now, I don't know what to think. That grin looked almost
like one of triumph, like a victor would flash when
looking down on the defeated.

And Ben? How could he have been so fucking stupid?

"Shit!" I said aloud, slamming my fists into the mattress
on either side of me.

Moments later the door opened again and my mothers head
once again appeared.

"Tim? What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Ben really wants to talk to you. He sounded upset. Did
you guys have a fight or something?"

"No."

"What then?"

"Don't worry about it. Just leave me alone please."

I rolled over and turned my back to her again.

"Do you want dinner?"

"No thanks."

The door closed again and I listened as the footsteps
echoed down the hallway, growing softer and softer until
they were no longer there.


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Somewhere in the night I managed to fall asleep. I had no
idea at what time that was, but it couldn't have been all
that late.

I dreamt.

I dreamt of Guy. Tall. Good looking. Beautiful even.
Dressed in the uniform of a Roman Centurion.

I was lying on the ground. Naked and helpless, and he had
one foot on my stomach, pinning me there. He was holding
a spear, which was pointed at my chest.

He had me right where he wanted me. And I was sure I was
going to die?

Suddenly my eyes opened and all I saw was darkness.
Sitting up, I wiped my hands over my face and looked
around me. Then, feeling a shiver run through me, I
suddenly needed to pee.

>From under my bedroom door there was a pale light
showing, with further light coming in through my bedroom
window from the street lamps outside.

Someone was still up. So it couldn't have been too late.

Swinging my legs over the side of my bed, I let my feet
touch the floor and then I stood up and shuffled towards
the door, still dressed in my school uniform, which was
now crumpled.

I went out into the hallway, making it to the bathroom
without being seen, where I drained all of my tensions
and flushed them away.

Then, as I was washing my hands and face, I looked up
into the mirror and noticed the boy who was staring back
at me. He looked tired. He looked frightened.

With a shock, I suddenly realised it was me, which forced
me to step sharply backwards.

With trembling hands I switched off the light and headed
back down the hallway to my bedroom, making it there
without anyone seeing me.

Once inside I shut the door, looked at my digital clock
and noticed that it was 10.18 p.m., then stripped off
down to my boxer shorts and climbed into bed.


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The sun came in through my window the next morning,
bright and early, as it always seems to do in summer.

The clock radio came on not long after that.

Apparently there wasn't going to be any escaping this
day.

I had dreamt about Guy again, so it wasn't surprising
then that I woke up with a hard-on.

I thought about doing something about my erection. You
know? Something like taking matters into my own hands.
But what was the point?

Aaarrgghh! Man, this day wasn't going to be easy!

It took me a little while to think about what my morning
routine was. Shower. Get dressed. Breakfast. Walk to
school.

It was a simple routine, but I did get it all together
finally, although it didn't come easy this morning.

Mum said, "How are you feeling?", when I walked into the
kitchen.

"Fine," I answered.

Dad just looked up at me from his morning paper and
grunted, before burying his head once again in the sports
pages.

And to my brother and my sister, it was like I didn't
even exist. Which in itself was nothing out of the
ordinary.

I scoffed down some toast and orange juice, then headed
out the door as quickly as I could for the short walk to
school.

Ben was waiting on the corner for me, four blocks from my
house, just like he had been doing for the past four
years. I kept walking, just like I always did, waiting
for him to fall in beside me, but he stayed where he was
and I had gone about ten paces past him before I realised
that he wasn't beside me.

I stopped and turned around to face him.

"Good morning to you too," he said to me.

"Hi," I replied, rather coolly.

"You want to tell me what all that was about yesterday?"

I walked back and stood directly in front of him. I was
still furious with him for his little slip of the tongue.

"How could you say that yesterday?" I demanded. "Did you
forget that little... 'Your secret is safe with me'
...promise that you made me?"

"I'm sorry. I really am. It was an accident. I tried to
call you last night to apologise, but your mum said you
were sick."

"I was."

"Look, I'm sorry Tim. You have to believe me," he said,
grabbing one of my arms as he did so.

I looked down at his hand and he immediately dropped it
away.

"Now Guy knows," I said to him.

"And?"

"He KNOWS about me. Don't you understand?"

"I thought that was what you wanted?"

"Yes. No. Oh, shit, I don't know," I said, getting
frustrated.

Ben smiled at me.

"What's so fucking funny?" I demanded.

"You, dufus. Come on, let's get to school."

We walked on in silence, with Ben looking over at me
every now and then, with this huge grin on his face.

I tried to ignore him, but in the end I gave in and
smiled back. Well, I couldn't stay mad with him forever,
could I?

"That's better," he said to me, as he placed his arm on
my shoulder.

"What happened when I left yesterday?" I asked him.

"We finished our milk shakes," he answered, but as hard
as I tried he wouldn't say anything more.

When we reached the school grounds we noticed Guy's car
in the car park, wedged between and old Ford and a VW.

There was no sign of Guy however, not until we had sat
down for our first lesson of the day.

Ben and I were sitting at the back of the class room,
where we always tried to sit if we could, and we noticed
Guy come in. He looked around the room and saw us, but
made no move to come near us, preferring instead to sit
in the last vacant seat in the front row.

I was as nervous as all hell when I saw him come into the
room. He did know about me now, and I had no idea what
his reaction had been.

To make matters worse, Ben hadn't been any help either
when I had asked him while we were walking to school.

I was so nervous that I didn't even know if I would be
able to talk to Guy.

Throughout the lesson Ben tried telling me to relax, and
to some extent I was able to, but every time I looked
across at Guy and saw him smiling I just tensed up again.

When the class was over I got out as quickly as I could,
brushing past Guy without even saying a word and hurrying
along the corridor. Looking back briefly over my
shoulder, I saw him and Ben exchange quizzical glances,
but kept going.

I don't know why, but suddenly I needed to be as far away
from both of them as I could.

Once outside, in the fresh summer air, I once again felt
free. I stopped and leant against a wall and breathed in
for a few moments, after which Ben came over and joined
me.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

I looked at him with what must have been an expression of
disgust or anger, because he quickly took a step
backwards.

"Christ. What's wrong with you?" he asked.

I shook my head and looked away, before saying, "I don't
know."

"Listen," he said to me. "I think he's OK with it.
Really!"

"And will my secret be safe with him too?"

"I told you that was an accident. What have I got to do,
stand up in front of the whole fucking school and say...
'I'm sorry everyone for telling the whole world that my
best friend is a fag?'"

This time I did look at him in anger.

"OK. Look. I'm sorry Tim. I really am. But Guy is cool
about it. He hardly said anything yesterday afternoon
after you left the Milk Bar. And today all he's done is
ask me if you were alright. Just go and say hello to him
or something. That'd be a start."

"I don't think I could even manage to do that," I
answered.

"Alright. How about I get him to come and say hello to
you?"

"I'd probably only run away again."

"Christ mate, I'm trying to help you here. What else can
I do?"

"I don't know. Come on, we've got to get to English."


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The rest of the day went pretty much the same way.

I saw Guy in every lesson, plus at morning tea, lunch
time and after school, but no matter how hard I tried I
couldn't get up the nerve to go and talk to him.

A couple of times we found ourselves staring at each
other, and each time his face broke out into this
beautiful smile, but every time that happened all I could
do was bury mine back in a text book.

"Pathetic," was how Ben described us both, which wasn't
far off the mark if the truth must be known.

Was it just my imagination, or was he staring at me all
the time now?

I had noticed it more and more as the day wore on.
Earlier, it had only been furtive glances, following by a
knowing grin.

Throughout the afternoon however, the glances had become
stares. But the grin was now gone, replaced by a
gradually deepening sadness.

Then by the end of the day we were both feeling pretty
low, and I could now see this despondent, almost
depressed look in Guys eyes every time I saw him staring
at me.

At the end of the last lesson I had made up my mind to go
and talk to him. I had to. I owed it to both of us. But
as soon as the final bell rang he was out of his seat and
moving quite quickly.

I tried to follow him, even leaving my books and bag with
Ben, but he disappeared into the crowded corridor and the
last I saw of him for that day was when he hesitated and
glanced back over his shoulder just before he went out
the far door.

I don't know if he saw me standing there or not. If he
did, he made no sign of recognising me, then he was gone
and the door was slowly closing itself.

When Ben and I made it outside we headed straight for the
car park, but there was no sign of his vehicle. The space
between the old Ford and the VW was now empty.

"Shit," I said as I kicked the nearest fence post, which
only earned me a sore toe and a reproachful look from one
of the teachers.

"Come on lover boy," Ben said to me. "He'll be back
tomorrow."

So reluctantly I followed him, cursing myself for being
such a stubborn jack-ass all day.


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I was waiting by the car park early the next morning,
having rung Ben the night before and told him what I had
planned.

"You want me to meet you there?" he had asked me.

"No. It'll be alright. Thanks. It was me who fucked up so
I would prefer to just apologise to him on my own."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Suit yourself. I'll see you in the morning."

"Yeah. Goodnight."

It wasn't a good night for me. I had tossed and turned
for just about all of it, but when morning came I was
showered, dressed and heading out the door with toast in
my hand by about seven thirty, which was about an hour
earlier than normal.

"What's your problem?" my father asked me as I gulped
down some coffee.

"Got some homework I need to do at the library," was all
I said, then I was gone, leaving both of my parents
standing there with bewildered looks on their faces.

I almost ran to school this morning, which is something I
have never done in my life. I was keen to make up for my
errors of the day before and talk to Guy.

I needed to let him know I wasn't angry with him or
anything like that, but I also needed to know what his
reaction actually was.

I sat by the path which led from the car park to school
buildings and all I could do was watch as the hands
ticked around on the face of my watch.

Slowly the car park filled. Students. Teachers. Staff.

They all arrived, just as they did every day. But there
was no sign of Guy and his white sports car with the red
stripe up the side.

Ben joined me just before nine, at about the time we were
due to be heading inside for our classes, but there had
still been no sign of Guy.

"What time did you get here?" Ben asked me, as he propped
himself against the fence.

"About eight," I answered.

"What? And he still hasn't shown?"

I just shook my head.

He came over and placed his hand on my shoulder, giving
me a gentle squeeze as he did so.

"Come on mate," he said. "Let's get to class."

I looked up at him and noticed the almost fatherly
expression he wore on his face. He was a good friend and
I knew that I didn't deserve him.

Getting to my feet, I slung my bag over my shoulder and
followed him up the path towards the class rooms.

It was going to be another depressing day. I could feel
it coming on. But at least I still had Ben.


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The day dragged on. Worse than any other it seemed. But
we somehow made it to lunch time.

Ben and I sat at our usual spot, on the edge of the
verandah which overlooked the school quadrangle, and
silently ate our lunch.

Around us kids were playing handball, or basketball, or
were sitting in groups laughing amongst themselves.

Laughing was something I didn't really feel like doing at
the moment, and having to listen to incessant banter was
driving me crazy.

Finally I decided I had had enough of them and said to
Ben, "I'm going to the library. At least it's quiet in
there."

He didn't answer me. He was staring at someone, or
something, which proved to be Rosie, the school
secretary, walking from the school canteen back towards
her office.

She was an attractive girl in her early twenties and as
far as I knew, I was about the only guy in the entire
school who didn't lust after her.

"Are you coming?" I asked him again, shaking my head at
what I knew must have been going on inside of his.

"What? Oh, yeah. Listen, you go on without me, I'll be
there in a minute," he replied.

So I left Ben where he was and wandered across to the
library, where I pulled out some of my text books and
tried to do some studying. It was useless though. My mind
was everywhere but here.

But at least it was quiet, as I was the only person
around.

A few minutes later Ben sat down at the table across from
me, wearing the biggest grin I've ever seen on him.

"What's your problem?" I asked him.

"I don't know. I do a guy a favour and all he can do is
put shit on me," he said.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

He simply thrust a piece of paper towards me, and kept on
grinning.

I picked it up and read it. It was an address, I could
see that much.

"What's this?" I asked him.

"Who do you reckon lives there?"

"Stuffed if I know," I answered.

"Idiot. It's Guy's."

I looked at the piece of paper again, then back at Ben.

"How did you get it?"

"I just used the old Benarooney charm on Rosie, didn't I?"

"Fucking hell. I could kiss you!" I exclaimed.

"Err......"

I laughed, then said, "Don't worry mate. I won't"

I think it reassured him, but he was watching me quite
warily after that!

The rest of the day simply flew by. When Ben and I walked
out of the school gates that afternoon, I could hardly
even remember what the last lessons for the day were.

"Do you know where that place is?" Ben asked as we
crossed the creek lands, heading for the middle of town.

I was holding the piece of paper in my hand, just looking
at it as we walked along.

"Isn't it one of the streets that run off the highway
through the middle of town?" I asked him.

He just shrugged and said, "I don't know."

"How can we find out?"

"A Real Estate Agent, maybe. They have maps don't they?"

"I guess so," I answered. "Let's try the one in the Mall,
near the Court House. It's closest."

When we reached the other side of the creek lands we
headed towards the shopping center, where we soon found
the office of Upton and Company and managed to obtain a
map of the town.

We sat down on a bench, in the shade of a half grown tree
and started studying the map.

"I knew it," Ben said to me.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh. Umm. OK then, you were right," he replied.

"Aren't I always?" I asked. "You want to head up there
now?"

"Whatever!"

"Don't give me that shit. Come on. We're going to see
him," I said, as I dragged him to his feet.

"How far is it?"

"Only about six blocks. Come on. Let's go."

It was a warm summer afternoon but I didn't notice it at
all, while we headed towards Guys place. I was so hell
bent on getting there that Ben was having trouble keeping
up.

"You look like a man on a mission," he said when he
caught up to me on a corner, panting slightly.

"He better be home," I just said to him.

"Yeah."

"Come on, only another block or so to go."

We crossed the road and kept going, and before long we
were standing outside of 117 Campbell Street.

It was on older style house. Weatherboards, which had
been freshly painted. With a white picket fence and a
nice garden.

"Are you going to stand here all afternoon?" Ben asked
me.

I looked at him and saw him smiling.

"Man, you've got it bad," was all he said.

I smiled back and then pushed the gate open and headed
for the house, hearing the gate squeak shut behind me and
Ben follow me up the path.

We climbed the few steps up onto the verandah, then
walked across the boards and I knocked on the door.

Somewhere inside I could hear people talking. It was a
television, I thought.

No one answered. So I knocked again. Only louder this
time.

"Some one is home," Ben whispered beside me.

"Yeah. I just hope it's Guy."

"Yeah."

Then, just as I was about to knock again, we heard
footsteps coming up the hallway from inside.

"Finally!" Ben said.

Through the frosted glass in the door I could see someone
coming, then finally the door opened.

Guy looked unhappy at first. I guess he thought it was
someone trying to sell him something. But then he looked
from Ben to me and back again, and smiled.

"What are you guys doing here?" he asked.

"We were worried about you," Ben answered.

Guy looked directly at me and asked, "Were you?"

"Yeah. I was."

"You going to invite us in, or what?" Ben impatiently
asked.

I quickly elbowed him in the ribs, to which Guy just
laughed.

"Yeah, of course, come in," Guy said, opening the door up
wide and stepping back to let us pass.

Ben pushed past me and headed straight down the hallway,
towards the sound of the television.

"Is he always like this?" Guy whispered to me.

"Sometimes he's worse," I answered. "But he has a heart
of gold."

"Hmmmmm."

"We missed you at school today," I said to him.

"Did you? Really?"

"Yeah. I did. I wanted to talk to you. I waited by the
car park this morning, but you didn't show."

"I, ummm......," he started to say, but he was soon cut short
by Ben.

"Shit, is this your room?"

"Yeah," Guy answered.

We all walked into the room and I was suddenly amazed.
Guy had his own double bed. His own television. His own
stereo. A desk, on which sat his own computer. And a huge
bookcase, which was filled with books of all types.

Ben and I could have only ever dreamed about having a
room like this. It completely blew us away.

After a few minutes of admiring Guy's stuff however, Ben
suddenly said, "I need a piss. Can I use your toilet?"

"Sure. Down the end of the hall. Last on the left."

"Thanks," Ben answered, then added, "Besides, you guys
need to talk."

Guy and I just looked at each other, with our faces both
saying it, "We do?"

Then Ben disappeared and shut the bedroom door as he
left.

"He's crazy," Guy said to me, as we both sat down on his
bed.

"Yeah. That's about right."

"Do we need to talk to each other?" he then asked me.

I looked across at him, took a deep breath, and said,
"I'm sorry about yesterday."

"No need to be. I'm the one who should be sorry."

"I guess I was freaked out about what happened in the
Milk Bar the other afternoon."

"That's understandable."

"Are you OK with that? About what you, ummm, now know
about me? What did you tell Ben after I had left? He
wouldn't tell me anything."

For a long while he didn't say anything. I could feel my
heart thumping. Shit, I could hear it thumping!

Finally he smiled, then reached across and took hold of
one of my hands.

"I told him that it didn't matter to me if you were gay.
I come from the city remember. There's a fair few gays
down there, even in school."

I looked down at my hand, nestled snuggly in his. He ran
his thumb gently over the back of my knuckles.

"What I didn't tell him was that from the moment I first
spotted you, last week in the mall, I wanted to know you."

I looked back up at him.

"I...Umm...Does that mean that you're..." I stammered.

Guy just smiled and nodded.

"And Ben doesn't know yet?"

He nodded again.

"Holy shit!"



To be continued......


(c) 2001 Mark Peters


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