Date: Wed, 8 Feb 2006 15:46:16 EST
From: Punkincognito313@aol.com
Subject: Sophomoric Blues Chapter: Prologue Installment #1

Disclaimer: This story is completely fictional. None of the names in the
story are real people, at least ones that this author knows. This is gay
fiction about high school romance, therefore if you are UNDER 18, GET OUT,
it is illegal for you to view this AND YOU KNOW THAT.

Author's Note: This is my first time ever writing a story like this, and
all comments are welcomed. Even criticism, I'm a new writer who is still
learning, so, don't kill me with it, but some is okay. Enjoy Sophomoric
Blues! E-mail me @ Punkincognito313@AOL.com

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"Sophomoric Blues"
PROLOGUE

Time: 2004-2008

Place: James E. Taylor High School, Katy, Texas

Narrator: Alexander Parker

Oh my God, I'm back. Ugh. My beloved summer was over! Now I'm back here in
the halls of J.E Taylor High School wandering the corridors looking for the
small posters that said what rooms each homeroom would be in. I looked down
the sheet for 10-10, and then realized it was now 2006, and looked down the
next row for 11-10. Then I saw the note posted next to 11-9 thru 25. "The
following students have been removed from these homerooms and placed in
others due to overcrowding." Lucky me, this year I'd be the new homeroom
11-26. Then I looked back to the homeroom column, and saw 11-26 at the
bottom with a star at its left. To the right I saw, I'd be in Room G47. The
5-minute warning bell sounded and I quickly found the nearest staircase,
and went to the second floor. Not remembering where exactly Room G47 was
since it was two and a half months since I had last stepped into the
academic part of the building; I went to the nearest hallway junction to
look at the direction signs. By the time I found Room G47, the 2-minute
warning bell sounded, and I took my seat. I didn't recognize a lot of the
people in this homeroom. J.E. Taylor is a large high school; it is hard for
one person to know all 2900 pupils. Seconds before the homeroom bell
sounded, a familiar face ran in.

Oh no, Tommy Cleason!

Tommy and I had gotten to know each other pretty well over the last two
years. I didn't know him before high school because he went to Garland
McMeans Junior High School, and I went to Memorial Parkway Junior High
School. We met briefly in ninth grade, he was a drummer in freshman band,
and I played the Double E flat Contralto Clarinet, with the drastic
difference in instrumentation, we never really saw each other. It took me
until the last marking period of gym to realize he was in my class. I only
knew because my best friend, Marissa Halper, (also in our gym class) was
another drummer and was friends with him, we had been friends all the way
back since our Nottingham Country Elementary days. She was the person who
really introduced me to him. Then sometimes after track (shot put, discus,
and javelin, I was a tad bit heavy set in the first half of high school),
I'd go down to band and practice before the athletic bus came, and I would
always see Tommy. His father was the Percussion Instructor at our school,
at least back then before he got another job, and Tommy was always
there. We only became kind of close when I hung out with him at the band
picnic two days before the end of freshman year. You see, in the first half
of my high school career, I was an anomaly, a smart jock, but a
jock. Tommy, is friends with pretty much all the girls, and no guys, he is
cute, but sort of, well, effeminate. He played no sports, and wasn't really
looked up upon in the social status of our school, and so I was hesitant
about being friends with him in the beginning. I was smart and heavy set,
the only reason why I was sum what popular was because I worked my ass off
to play football, winter track, and goalie for our lacrosse team. BUT, I
had another thing setting me a part...I'm gay. Marissa and I used to call
Tommy "Girl scout", he was about to be an eagle scout, everybody thought he
was gay, and well to us it fit. But, we were also kind of nice to him
freshman year, so he stuck by me.

Then, sophomore year, it turned out that Tommy was in pretty much all of my
classes. After Marissa moved during the summer to Friendswood, on the
complete other side of the Houston Metropolitan Area, I was kind of
vulnerable, she was my best friend, so what the hell, I sat next to Tommy
Cleason at the lab table first period in Biology. Besides, I knew the two
other kids at the lab table already, Christine Chien since elementary
school, and Sherlynn Wu, from World History freshman year. As the year
progressed, I came into who I was more, and sophomore year was very big for
me. I told a group of very close, newly made friends that I was gay, and
even joined a group with the guidance department. As the year went on, I
kept my jock friends, just didn't see them as often as my others, and I
became particularly close to Tommy, especially after I told some kids about
me. (Larger self-esteem maybe) It was never official that I was gay, but a
lot of the choir kids were starting to guess, and I was becoming a little
more, hmm, well, cultured, who knows. Of course though, there was some
double personality going on with me, straight jock to the extreme, on the
field, and gay ditz in choir or with other friends of my persuasion, or
with Tommy. I really liked Tommy, and there seemed to be some type of
chemistry between us. From what Ronnie, a kid in my gay group in guidance
knew, Tommy was even more CLOSETED than I. Sad! Really, from what I heard,
his parents were incredibly conservative, hell we are talking about Texas
here, and his sister once disowned him practically for hanging out with all
girls and not being manly enough. I understood his position, sometimes a
little to well.

Anyway, as sophomore year progressed, so did our relationship. Tommy and I
never really got to the boyfriend-boyfriend point to which I wanted so
badly, but we became great friends. This really hurt me because I knew he
was probably gay, and that I really liked him. Then really, I realized I
wasn't so perfect on the outside as he is. Tommy is probably 6 feet 2"; he
has an amazingly lean body. He's thin, and not over muscular, he has the
most beautiful blue eyes, eyes that you could get lost in, (eyes I've
gotten in trouble for staring at so much, evening sky at the beach blue),
his face is something out of a painting perfect, the most precious light,
light complexion, and long firm legs that could crack walnuts! I on the
other hand was a chunky hairy man really. I stand at 5 feet 9" and have
bushman eyebrows. I have a beautiful face; people have told me that my face
has the best contour. People have also said, take that face and place it on
a different body and I'd be irresistible. But, my body was disgusting, and
he probably didn't like it. I thought he did because during a few concerts
in choir, (We are both tenor 1's so we stand next to each other) he
constantly played with the lapel of my tux jacket, how many straight guys
do you know who play with their friend's asses off the football field.  I
pretty much became head over heals for him, and it started to become
dangerously apparent in the second half of sophomore year. My gay friends
Lizzy, Sherry, and Katie (most of them are girls, hehe, most gay guy's
girlfriends aren't gay themselves) would make fun of me constantly. Then
one day, I decided, that if Tommy wasn't going to tell me about the real
Tommy, even after how close we became, that I would stop being friends with
him. If he liked me, he'd come back maybe someday. I also realized that, it
could be that I'm just to undesirable for anybody to like, I still had a
little intimidating jock in me, I had a really ugly body, or that Tommy was
actually straight. Giving up Tommy, letting him go, no longer associating
with him wasn't too hard, I still don't know why, but he had no problem not
talking to me. It hurt me a lot; I became a recluse for the rest of the
year.

Therefore I spent the rest of the school year January to May, and then the
summer loosing massive amounts of weight, jogging every morning eventually
running every morning, going to the weight room at school, and down to the
Green Trails Community Pool to swim laps every day. Pretty soon after
working out to the extreme, and dieting ridiculously, I lost over 100
pounds. Remember that beautiful face I told you about, it was now attached
to a body of equal status. I'm now lean, with an actual six-pack, strong
broad arms, and perfect v shaped stomach leading you know where, and cut
legs. The one thing I managed to keep though, which added to my newfound
handsome striking appearance a little cuteness, is my butt. It's not as
hard and muscular as the rest of my body; it's not gigantesque like it was
before, but cute and soft. (My lovely manly lumps; check it out.)

Now, Tuesday August 16, 2006 I start my junior year of high school, a brand
new Alexander Parker. My teammates on the football team barley recognized
me, amazing, but unfortunately here in homeroom, someone did. Tommy
Cleason.

"Hey Alex, you look amazing! Wow have you lost weight, you're like a
completely new person. I'm...wow, Alex, I can't believe...you look great!"
Tommy stated as he sat next to me.

"Hmm, this year is going to be interesting, but wait, no, if I'm going to
get a boyfriend, its not going to be Tommy, he had his chance! Asshole, he
couldn't see me for who I am back then, he won't get a piece of this new
hot ass!" I thought, as I left him hanging and left to sit with somebody
else I kind of new. As I left him hanging and wondering I yelled, "Hey
Shruthi, how's it going? How was your summer? You look great"

"Wow Alex is that you, you look amazing, I didn't recognize you, damn,
you're hot!"

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