Date: Mon, 5 Sep 2011 21:54:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Meyers <johnmeyerz36@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Tragedy of Daniel and Jake Part 7

The Tragedy of Daniel and Jake
Chapter 7
By John Meyers

Disclaimer: Alright, we got an action packed chapter ahead of us! So I'll
try and get through this as fast as possible. I don't own anything
copyrighted or trademarked. This story (this chapter particularly) features
teenage boys engaging in sexual activities with eachother and really
fricking enjoying it. If reading this kind of content violates any laws in
your state/city/country/nation/fill in individual place of living here then
your government doesn't want you reading this. If you're too young,
i.e. under 18 for most people, then you're probably breaking a law right
now. Alright, we're done. On to the story...

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Danny's POV

	Eli's lips pressed to mine. My heart skipped a beat and blood
rushed to my face, though I wasn't embarassed. All over me I felt this
white hot heat flare through me, setting my senses on fire. My cock sprang
up instantly and I felt myself want nothing more than to get Eli out of his
clothes. Eli began pulling back and I lunged forward, reconnecting our lips
and pushing into him. I ran my hand through his hair and I pulled him down
on top of me. This felt different than it did with Jake. With Jake, he was
the dominant one, with Eli... 'I' was the dominant one. I licked across
Eli's lips and he parted them eagerly. Our tongues didn't fight for
control, rather they seemed to dance around eachother. Yeah, this was WAY
different than with Jake.

	My hand rubbed up and down Eli's chest and back, feeling the toned
muscles seperated from me by only a thin shirt. Eli's hands were under my
shirt, roaming across my chest. I noted for the first time that it may in
fact be too hot in my room, as we were both sweating. My hand came down to
the hem of his shirt and slowly made it's way under it and up Eli's body. I
felt the small, hard muscles underneath my hands. I used my thumb to tease
his right nipple while groping his chest and he moaned. His waist thrust
down to meet mine, his erection grinding against mine through our pajama
shorts. This time 'I' moaned, a low, throaty sound. I ground back against
him and began pulling his shirt up over his head. We parted for the
briefest of seconds.

	Just as his shirt sprang free of his face I jumped back up, running
my lips across his and feeling up his whole upper body with my hands. I
left his lips and began planting kisses on his neck, running my tongue
around in little circles before lightly biting down in pleasure. Eli yelped
and thrust his hips down in response. He began yanking on my shirt pulling
it up impatiently, getting it over my head. When he looked back down at me,
I saw his red, kiss swollen lips, the blush in his cheeks, and I saw the
lust filled expression in his eyes, an expression he wore well, we met
again, but this time it was slow, deep, and PASSIONATE above all else. Our
hands tangled themselves in eachothers hair and our entire bodies were
rubbing against eachothers.

	Eli untangled my hands out of my hair and grabbed my wrists,
pinning my arms down to the bed. It stopped for just a moment, long enough
for him to look at me, smirking, his eyes filled with lust, before he dived
down, recapturing my lips with his. My arms were pinned to the bed by his
hands and he slowly moved down my neck with his mouth, lightly scraping his
teeth across my neck. A moan escaped my lips and I thrust my hips upward
into his. His cock felt HUGE through our shorts, and I wanted nothing more
at this moment than for our shorts to disappear. Eli's hands left my arms
and one of them tangled itself in my hair. I felt the other one tracing
patterns lightly down my side, actually tickling me. He dug his fingernails
into my skin and my teeth ground together in pain and pleasure. Damn it all
Eli, if you're gonna give it to me you had better fucking give it to me
hard! I felt my way down his back while he slowly moved his mouth over to
my right nipple, rolling it around with his tongue before biting it. This
time it was 'my' fingernails that dug into 'him' and he moaned, grinding
down on me, the sweat between us allowing our skin to glide across
eachother. Both of my hands found themselves traveling beneath the
waistband of his shorts. Damn! My dick jumped when I realized that he
wasn't wearing underwear. My hands groped and massaged the globes that lay
beneath my fingers, soft and muscular. Eli licked a path over to my other
nipple, dragging his teeth over it. As he continued to lick down my abdomen
I was forced to let his ass go as it became too low. My left hand ran
through his hair and the other traced circles on his back.

	Eli stopped at my belly button and looked at me through his thick
eyelashes. A smirk spread across his face and he slowly lowered himself
back down, licking his way oh so slowly further and further south. His
fingers were at the waistband of my shorts... when I heard my doorknob
turning. OH SHIT!!! I jumped up, knocking Eli off the bed and I lunged for
the door to keep it from opening, but I just wound up halfway supporting
myself on the floor, the door too far away when it swung open. It was
Tyler, looking sleepy rubbing one of his eyes.

	"Danny? Is something wrong, I keep hearing noises." He yawned, then
he noticed Eli on the floor. "Hey Eli, mom said you'd be in the guest
bedroom" He looked back and forth between the both of us.

	"Ugh, go back to bed Tyler. Nothings wrong, Eli and I were
talking." He looked like he was having serious trouble keeping his eyes
open and I was coming off an almost heart attack, leaving no patience at
this moment.

	"Okay." He turned and shuffled back to his room. Oh no. Don't shut
the door or anything. I got up and shut the door, flicking the fan switch
while I was over there. Eli was putting a shirt on. What he probably didn't
realize was that it was the wrong shirt. "I take it we're done?" I bent
down to retrieve my (technically his, or no wait... technically mine that
he was using) shirt. He looked like he was hurt by what had happened, his
face twisted in confusion and fear.

	"I don't know Danny. Now that the moment passed and I'm calmed
down, I'm confused." He sat back down on my bed and just looked at me. He
shook his head and buried his face in his hands. My heart was still going
too fast for comfort and this overwhelming sense of nervousness and dread
washed over me. What the hell did I do? Why did I do that? GODDAMMIT ALL
WHY DID WE DO THAT?! We were seconds... SECONDS away from doing... I felt
myself getting nauseous. He's your friend. Your FRIEND. Not your boyfriend,
not your plaything, not your goddamn sex buddy! Dammit all, what have you
done?

	"Eli, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to go that far. I-"

	"I'm not." He looked at me as seriously as possible, contrasting
greatly with the smirking kid he'd been minutes before. "I may not be sure
about how I feel about it, but I'm not sorry for what happened. Neither of
us did anything wrong. It just complicates things." He sighed and I sat
down next to him.

	"It doesn't have to complicate things." I didn't know what I meant
by that statement, it just seemed like the appropriate thing to say. I
checked my watch and it said 12:53. "It's late, how about we talk about it
in the morning?" Now that I'd finally calmed down I felt the urge to sleep
tugging at the corners of my mind, though of course, I was pretty sure I
wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

	"Okay." Eli forced a smile and got up to move to his pallet but I
grabbed his arm. He turned, looking at me quizically. What the hell am I
doing? This is insane.

	"Sleep here?" What the fuck am I doing?! This isn't helping! Eli
looked surprised and he seemed to think about it a moment. A smile splayed
across his lips and he sat back down on the bed. We didn't say anything as
I turned off the lamp and got under the blanket. Eli snuggled up next to me
under the covers, his back against my chest and I laced my arms around
him... Fuck me this is complicated. Then I laughed at the double entendre
and I slept like a frickin' baby.
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Jake's POV

	I studied my surroundings with a vague sense of
curiosity. Countless times I'd been in this room.... but no other time had
it meant the same thing, or probably ever would again. Countless times I'd
sat on this bed, watching that tv. I'd read that poster, heard that alarm
clock, and admired that 12 point buck that was hung on that wall, and none
of those times had I taken any time to study the face of the boy that lived
here. I knew what Danny looked like well enough, but I'd never taken the
time to admire how his hair fell just above his eyes, perfectly framing the
two chocolate orbs that now seemed to hold enormous power over me. I'd
never appreciated how sparkly his teeth were when he smiled, or how he had
dimples, and they made him look so... incredibly cute. Danny had a habit of
chewing on his headphones, but never had I cared so much how innocent it
made him look, bobbing his head to whatever song happened to be playing, or
when he licked his lips... and how much I wanted to do the same. Tears
rolled down my face as I contemplated all of this. Why me? I buried my face
in my hands, shoulders shaking from sobbing. God I'm pathetic. Like it's
not enough I'm thinking this way, but here I am crying about it like a
little girl.

	"Jake?" His soft voice rang out clearly against my ears. I turned
and, almost as if thinking about him had summoned him here, there he was,
standing in the doorway, his face reflecting the clear concern that his
voice had projected. He came over to me and sat next to me on his bed. His
bed where, not even days before we'd both kissed, and my entire life had
changed forever. "What's wrong?" His hand came up to my shoulder. I felt a
longing at his touch, like it was a drug and I never wanted him to let go,
which only made me cry harder. What did I do, if someone could even just
tell me THAT, maybe I could fix it and things could go back to normal. I
went to lean on him and right there, right as my head touched his shoulder,
he disappeared in a cloud of smoke. I fell down to the floor, which turned
to smoke at my touch as well, and I fell...

	Light flooded my eyes as I snapped awake in my hospital bed. Sweat
was rolling off of my body and there were actual tears in my eyes. Had it
all really been a dream? My eyes slammed shut against the unfairness of it
all and I tried to shove my head back into my pillow, wishing it could
swallow me up and I'd be released from this fucking mess. Damn you Danny!
Why do you have to be... GODDAMMIT! I looked around and noticed my parents
were gone. Good, they definitely didn't need to see this. I attempted to
regain control of myself and reached out with my unbroken arm and got some
Kleenex and wiped the tears off my face. I took two deep breaths and tried
thinking about how I could deal with this. Tears started gathering in my
eyes again. I wiped them away angrily and I glared at the ceiling,
searching for answers in the tiles. I suppose the answer was obvious. If I
can't think about it without losing control of myself, and I don't want
people to see me losing control of myself, then the answer was to not think
about it. But how could I not think about it? My eyes slowly travelled all
over the room before they grew to settle on the needle in my arm. Then they
went up the tube, all the way to the bag on the stand. Right in that bag
was something that could help... NO! Never, don't even think about it! I
berated myself for thinking like that. Come on, you're stronger than
that. Am I? I don't know how strong I am right now. I looked away ashamed,
but I began tearing up again. Damn you Danny. With my mind screaming at me
not to, I pushed the nurse call button.

	"Is something wrong?" She appeared in the doorway and her voice was
filled with concern. There has to be a different way!

	"Yes. I can't get to sleep." STOP!

	"Oh, well we can fix that." She walked herself over to the panel
next to the stand and pushed a button. Almost instantly I felt my eyelids
getting heavier and a numbing sensation came through my body.

	"Thank you." I mumbled.

	"No problem." She smiled and went back out the door. Your right,
there's no problem now... A smile creeped across my face, though the reason
for it made my stomach churn. I hate you, I told myself. I don't care, I
said back. I don't care because...

	"I'm not gay." I said it quietly as sleep overcame me and I drifted
into a dreamless sleep, finally free of those thoughts...
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Mark's POV

	"I can't believe you were still hanging around that Daniel kid. I
don't ever want you talking to him again!" My dad was practically yelling
at me from the front seat while I rode in the back. He glared at me through
the rearview mirror. "He's a bad influence on you!" No YOU'RE a bad
influence on me!

	"No he's not dad! If you knew Danny then you'd know how much of a
GOOD influence he is!" I can't believe my dad is still on about this, or
actually, scratch that. I CAN believe that he's still on about it.

	"I don't need to know him to know he's a bad influence! He's soft!
And he's making you soft too!" Dad cut some guy off and flipped him off
when the dude honked at him.

	"Dad, Danny is 'not' soft. He took Tae-Kwon-Do with me for 5 years,
YOU know he's not soft! And that's beside the point, we both know what
you're 'real' problem with Danny is so why don't you just say it!"

	"What did you say to me? You wanna talk to me like that again boy!?
THIS IS WHAT'S RUBBING OFF ON YOU! You're copying his disgusting,
disrespectfulness! I'll be damned if my son hangs out with some FAG!" There
it was.

	"Dad, he may be gay, BUT HE IS TWICE THE MAN YOU WILL EVER BE!" I
roared at the top of my lungs. Dad slammed on the brakes and I flew forward
into my seatbelt. My mom was silent in the passenger seat, hoping to hell
that we'd stop.

	"WHAT DID YOU SAY!? GET OUT! GET OUT OF THIS TRUCK RIGHT NOW!" I'd
already been unbuckling my seatbelt when he started yelling. I pushed the
door open as hard as I could and leapt out onto the side of the
interstate. I slammed the door and my dad rolled down his window. "DON'T
BOTHER COMING HOME BECAUSE THE DOOR WILL BE LOCKED AND I'LL CALL THE COPS
IF YOU SHOW UP!" He rolled his window up.

	"DON'T WORRY! I HAVE NO INTENTION OF EVER GOING BACK THERE!" I spat
on his window and began walking down the side of the road. I heard his door
open again.

	"I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST SPIT ON MY TRUCK!" He came up behind me
and I ducked. I heard the air come off of his fist as it sliced through the
air above me. I stood up, turning and slammed my fist into the side of his
face, sending an arc of blood flying. He reeled backwards and I heel kicked
him in his chest, earning a satisfying crunch noise as he flew backwards
onto his ass. He looked up at me, anger and, there it was... fear, in his
eyes. I spat on him, my lip curling in disgust at the... 'thing' in front
of me. I turned on the spot... and began the 22 mile walk to Danny's house.

	Lightning cracked overhead and raindrops slowly began falling. Oh
that's just great. I saw the truck drive past me without stopping and I
almost flipped him off, but I decided that it wasn't worth it. He probably
wouldn't see it anyway. As I slowly trekked up and down the hills on the
side of the road, I became only barely aware of the cars passing by me. I
didn't get but five minutes into my journey before I became completely
soaked, my shirt and jeans saturated with water. It created a raw cold that
seemed to penetrate into my bones and as uncomfortable as it made walking,
the rain seemed to wash away my anger. I hugged my arms to my chest in an
attempt to get warmer. I thought about Danny, sleeping by now probably,
safe and sound (and warm) at his house, completely unaware that he was
about to have a houseguest. Dammit all man, this sucks. At this point my
shoes were squelching with every step, water being pumped out and
reabsorbed into my shoes constantly. I managed to zone out everything but
that sound. Squelch squelch squelch, my shoes let me know I was still
moving. I stopped noticing the cars, didn't feel the cold... Squelch
squelch squelch was the only thing in my mind.

	The sky was getting lighter by the time I finally made it outside
Danny's house. The storm had stopped although there was still a thick
blanket of gray all across the sky. I slowly walked up the pathway and
knocked on the door. Hell, there probably wouldn't even be anyone up
yet. Noone answered so I walked over to my truck that was still parked in
front of their house. I opened the door, knowing that it'd be unlocked. I
grabbed my phone out of the console and checked the time, 5:45. Damn it
all, I didn't even think about school. Fuck that sucks. I walked back to
their door and knocked again. I'd have sat down, except the ground was just
as wet as I was. Oh, that brings me to this lovely piece of information, IT
WAS FREEZING OUT HERE! I don't know what January was like where you were,
but here it's cold and windy. I was shivering when Elizabeth opened the
door, about to head to work.

	"Dear lord in heaven Mark, you're soaking wet! Get in here before
you freeze to death!" She grabbed my arm and yanked me into the house. The
door shut behind me. "What are you doing here at this hour!? And why are
you wet?"

	"My dad kicked me out of the car last night on our way home." I
basked in the warmth of the house.

	"Have you been walking all night! Go take a shower NOW! A hot
shower, you need to get out of those clothes immediately!" She practically
pushed me up the stairs. "I'll wash your clothes, just take a shower." She
handed me a towel and I went into the bathroom and stripped down. I strung
the towel around my waist and opened the door, handing her my clothes. When
I got back in the bathroom I dropped the towel and turned the nobs to the
hottest setting I could stand and got in the shower. The water helped to
heat me up, though now I was sniffling. The tension I'd been walking with
all night evaporated out of my muscles. When I stepped out of the shower I
felt a thousand times better. I put the towel around my waist and walked
out of the bathroom. There was a sticky note on the outside of the bathroom
door and I read it.

			Mark, your clothes are in the washer,
			they should be done by the time that
			you get out, but you'll need to swit-
			ch them over.

	I went and opened the washer and moved my clothes into the
dryer. Hmm, I should go wake up Danny. A smile came across my face and my
dick twitched as I thought about the possibility that he'd be in just his
underwear. I tiptoed to the door and slowly grabbed the doorknob, intending
to scare Danny. I opened it slowly... and got the shock of my life. There
Danny was, sleeping so innocently... next. To. ELI! Danny's arm was strung
across Eli's chest and I wanted nothing more than to re-break Eli's nose. I
stood there, frozen in shock and anger, when Danny's eyes opened. He turned
and saw me there. At first it seemed like he was having a hard time
understanding what he was seeing, then his eyes sprung open and he looked
horrified. "Mark! What are you doing here!?" He sat up, jerking Eli and
waking him up.

	"Whatsgoingon?" Eli asked groggily before spotting me and going
absolutely still, his mouth dropping open to form a mini, O. "Mark, uh, wh-
what are you doing here?" He kept stuttering. I myself was glaring at his
nose, wondering how on earth that it wasn't repulsive enough to keep Danny
away from him. It was swollen and bandaged, how could Danny snuggle up to
'that'?

	"Had to hop on over. My car's still out front." I wasn't trying to
be all too friendly. Eli had been sleeping next to my Danny, and I wasn't
about to let that go.

	"Why are you in a towel?" This time it was Danny who'd spoken and
despite everything, I still found myself smiling when I looked at him.

	"My dad kicked me out of the car last night. I had to walk over
here, sorry, I just didn't really know where else to go." He did a double
take.

	"You've been walking all night? Are you okay?" He hopped out of bed
and I can't even begin to describe the feeling of relief I felt knowing
that they were both fully clothed.

	"Yeah, I'm fine, just exhausted. You wouldn't believe how tiring
walking 22 miles in the rain is." I laughed, but he didn't. "Uh, do you
maybe have something I can borrow? My clothes are in the dryer and I'm not
sure a towel is the most constructive peice of clothing to be in right
now."

	"Yeah, yeah hold on." He went over to his pajama drawer and found
me a pair of blue pajama shorts and a t-shirt.

	"Thanks." I turned and got the spare underwear from above the
washer and went and changed in the bathroom. I couldn't put the shirt on
though. Danny was quite a bit smaller than me when you take into account
that I'm more of a bodybuilder. When I came back Eli wasn't there. "Where'd
Eli go? I've been meaning to apologize about his nose." Danny gave me the
look.

	"I don't know why you did it and I don't care, but right about now
Eli is in not in any state for it to happen again." He stared straight at
my eyes and I honest to God began regretting it. "Anyway, he's cooking
breakfast. Tyler's getting ready, we have school in about an hour and a
half, so make sure you're clothes are going to be ready alright, no
offense, but if my t-shirt didn't fit you I guarantee you that my normal
shirts won't fit. I'm about to hop in the shower." I got the hidden
message. He wanted me to apologize and be nice, which I could do, but
probably not as well when I just saw him sleeping with Danny. He went past
me and into the bathroom. I heard the shower start up and I slowly made my
way down the stairs...
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Danny's POV

	I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair thinking about how nice it is
to take a shower. It's nice to just be alone and have time to think. I
sighed. What am I going to do about last night? My lips still tingled and
when I closed my eyes I could still see that sexy ass smirk on Eli's
face. Almost as if to say, 'I knew you couldn't resist me.' I felt Mini Me
coming to life and I snapped my thoughts back on to the present. I had no
time to take care of 'you' today. Now my thoughts turned back to Mark and
his complicated self. Admittedly I'd lied when I said I didn't care about
why he'd punched Eli, but I didn't want it to get in the way of us being
friends. We'd had enough problems in that department already, what with the
whole crap during seventh and eighth grade. Ugh, now I was thinking about
that. You see, Mark had once been a much more conservative person than he
was now and one day he'd found out that I wasn't a Christian and to say the
least... Things had gotten out of hand. The important thing here is that
we're still friends now so it doesn't matter what had happened. It was the
past and I intend to keep it that way.

	I got out and toweled off and headed over to my room. I picked out
a yellow American Eagle shirt and some dark blue jeans out of my closet and
I got down one of my hoodies, a lavender one, and went ahead and grabbed
Eli a pink one. I put on my underwear and got dressed. Afterwards I looked
over my hair in the mirror and began fixing it. I put on my deodorant and
cologne and after I was done I checked Tylers room but he was already down
there. I headed down the stairs and found Eli, Tyler, and Mark eating
breakfast. Eli and Mark both smiled at me as I came down. It was a little
creepy in all honesty. I fixed my plate, which composed of omeletes and
hash browns and sat down. Eli and Mark kept sneaking looks at me whilst I
was eating. Good Lord, what the hell? Did I have something on my face? The
food was delicious as always. The omeletes were filled with bacon, onions,
cheese, and... Jalapenos, I think. Anyway, the point is: they were
good. After he was done eating, Eli put his plate up and ran up the
stairs. I heard the shower start and I checked my watch. He better make it
fast, it's already 6:45. It was 6:50 when the shower turned off. Damn! I
guess he read my mind. When he came back down he was wearing the clothes
he'd had on at my party. I think Mark noticed because looked away
guiltily. When we were all done eating we put up our plates and headed out
the door. I handed him my hoodie as we walked out the door, and he looked
GOOOOD in that pink hoodie.

	"I'll drive. Unless you were planning on heading home after school
that is."

	"No, believe me I don't think I'll be able to go back over there
for a day or two." My mom is just going to love that. In Mark's defence,
this had happened once before, though he'd been at his house and had his
truck so he didn't have to walk, but still. It was before the divorce and
apparently his dad had blown up on him for something or other so he'd
needed a place to stay for a few days. We all hopped in, Eli taking the
front seat, forcing Mark into the back with Tyler. In all honesty it was
pretty funny, though what happened next wasn't. I was driving down the road
when Tyler had to go and open his big ole' mouth.

	"Danny, what were you and Eli doing last night?" It took all my
willpower to keep from slamming on the breaks.

	"What do you mean what were him and Eli doing last night?" Mark
turned to Tyler, eyes wide, looking terrified.

	"I kept hearing noises coming from his room and when I went in
there Eli was on the floor and Danny and him didn't have shirts on. What
were you two doing?" Eli turned beet red and I'm pretty sure I did
too. "Were you wrestling or something, because that's what it sounded
like." Oh dear God Tyler you really need to shut up.

	"Tyler, Eli and I were just 'talking', that's all." I glanced at
him through the rearview mirror and he shut his mouth. Mark was just
sitting in the back looking horrified. Come on really? I mean, I know he's
straight and everything but he could at least PRETEND like the thought of
Eli and I doing it (though it didn't happen) wasn't horrifying. Mark didn't
say anything else on the way to school and when I pulled up he rocketed out
of the car, heading away to football. We all got out of the car and Eli and
I walked Tyler to the 4th grade building. As Eli and I were walking back to
the high school I couldn't help but smile, laughing to myself at how this
would look. Eli and I, walking side by side, coming from some unknown
place... When we got up to the triangle (the triangle is the courtyard like
area inbetween the highschool buildings) we met up with Alex, Haley, Devin,
and Charlie.

	Charlie's not a guy, in case you were wondering. She's super nice
and everything, but she dresses in black most days, though she's started
branching out with her wardrobe options recently. She's more than a little
random.

	"Hey guys, whatsup?" They looked from me to Eli and back
again. Damn people are nosy. "Earth to weirdos." Devin was looking at us
cautiously, as though he were trying to figure something out(and I could
bet what it was) and Haley and Charlie kept elbowing eachother and
giggling.

	"Not much Danny. How's your nose Eli?" It was Alex that
answered. Hmm, you know, I'd actually forgotten about Eli's nose. It's
amazing what you don't notice about people.

	"It's mending, I think the swelling's gone down some." He went to
touch it but I caught his wrist.

	"Trust me when I say that you DO NOT want to do that." I felt his
pulse jump and both of our faces got red. I let go of his wrist, thinking
about another recent event that involved physical contact. Haley and
Charlie split into huge grins and giggled some more and Devin just said,
"Bout time you two, dear lord I was starting to think yall'd never hook
up." Alex shot him the, "you're an ass" look. We both got about 3 shades of
red darker. Then the bell rang. Great, if I leave this off here then it'll
be around school in a heartbeat. I was going to get Haley and Charlie and
tell them it wasn't what it seemed, but they took off, gossiping back and
forth. Damn. I adjusted my backpack.

	"All right Eli, shall we head to Spanish?" We both walked through
the doors. The Spanish classroom was just above us on the second
floor. When we got up there the teacher stood in front of the door, looking
at us expectantly.

	"Hola Senora Ota. Como estas?" Eli and I both rang out in unison.

	"Hola senors. Muy bien. Y tu?" Eli and I looked at eachother.

	"Muy muy bien!" I said. She laughed and let us through. It was
customary for her to block all of her students out of the classroom until
they said hello. We both took our seats in the front of the classroom. When
we sat down we heard someone jabbering away to Mrs. J in Spanish. She
shouted, "EXCELLENTE!" And let him through without any other words. When he
came through, I recognized the kid I'd seen at the hospital
yesterday. Those same striking blue green eyes pierced me for the second
time and he took his seat near the back. Must be new.

	"Should we introduce ourselves?" I leaned over to Eli,
whispering. He looked back again and the kid went from looking off into
space to staring straight at Eli in about half a second. "I think that's a
yes." I turned around smiling. "Hey, are you new?" He looked at me and
laughed.

	"Depends on what you mean by, 'new'. I've been alive a while, so
no, I'm not 'new'."

	"Hey Danny, he reminds me of you." Eli laughed at me. I stuck out
my tongue at him and turned back to the new kid.

	"I'm Daniel, Danny for short, though it's not MUCH
shorter. 'That'," I put special emphasis around that, "is Eli. You'll learn
that he's more trouble than he's worth." I shot him my shit eating grin.

	"That's not what you thought last night." Eli replied playfully. I
slapped him lightly on the arm.

	"Come on we don't want to weird out the new kid on his first day,
which reminds me, what's your na-" I turned to find the kid setting his
stuff directly behind me and he sat down. He extended his hand.

	"Logan Grait." We shook hands and I thought of something corny.

	"Well, it's uh, 'Grait' to meet you." I laughed and Logan and Eli
just rolled their eyes.

	"No offense man, but I've heard that hundreds of times before."
Some other kids walked in the door.

	"Hey now Danny, quit hitting on the new kid, Eli'll get jealous."
Damn those girls work fast!

	"Shut up Isaac. You're just mad because it's not 'you' I'm hitting
on. Besides, Eli doesn't GET jealous, do you?" Most of the class was
laughing.

	"Oh no, of cours-"

	"Attencion, classe! Escuchan!" Mrs. J walked up to her desk. She
pulled off the roster. "Alright, Alejandro!"

	"Aqui!" Devin yelled out. Maybe I should explain that at the
beginning of the year we all got to pick a Spanish name, so that's why
she's calling these names out.

	"Carla!"

	"Aqui!"

	"Carlos!"

	"Aqui!"

	"Enrique!" I yelled out, "Aqui!" Enrique was my name.

	"Juan!"

	"Aqui!"

	"Maria!"

	"Aqui!"

	"Pancho!" Eli yelled out, "Aqui!"

	"Pablacita!"

	"Aqui!"

	"Veronica!"

	"Aqui!"

	"Alright, what are we going to call you?" She looked at Logan
thinking about it while muttering in Spanish.

	"Pepe Dos" Logan said smiling. Mrs. J busted up laughing and wrote
it down.

	"Okay Pepe Dos. Habla Espanol?" They both muttered back and forth
in Spanish so fast I couldn't even tell you what they said. We had a
roughly normal class, learning about sentence structure. Mrs. J seemed to
love Logan right off the bat, delighted at his knowledge of Spanish. When
the bell rang we all took off to our next class. I walked up to APUSH, or
AP U.S. History. It's just easier to say APUSH. When I walked in I saw
Dakota Warren talking to the teacher, Mr. Niles. I glanced at Dakota's
hoodie.

	"Oh dear lord! You've got to be kidding me!" He looked at me out of
the corner of his eyes.

	"Hiya Danny." His thick Irish accent was music to my fricking
ears. I don't know about you, but I am a HUGE sucker for a sexy accent. He
wagged his eyebrows and used his flirty voice. On the back of his white
hoodie, a HUGE gay marriage symbol occupied the space. The symbol was
bright pink on an otherwise white hoodie. He had to have gotten that custom
made just to piss off people here. When I took my seat he sat in the desk
next to me. "So how's your mornin' goin'?" He rested his chin on his hand
and looked at me through his eyelashes.

	"It's going great, but I'm not quite horny enough for you right now
so you're wasting your time." He pouted.

	"Danny, I'm hurt! Truly."

	"Oh, I'm sure you are." The rest of our class came in. There wasn't
anyone I knew other than Dakota in this class. Dakota wasn't a football
player, but he was certainly built like one. And, he was HOT! All caps, all
the time. He had dark brown hair with some blue here and there. His eyes
were a bright blue, and he had very chiseled features, like his face was
carved by angels. He was taller than me by half a foot, which is saying
something, because I'm 6'1". The only reason he's not picked on is because
he could probably take half the football team in a fight. He flirted with
every guy he saw. I mean that too. He's a huge horndog. He probably has
more experience than every other gay guy here combined.

	We had a relatively boring history class. It seemed to drag on
forever before finally God smiled on us and the bell rang. I took off to AP
Calculus, which I had with Dakota too. I normally had this class with Jake
as well, but he's still in the hospital. Our teacher Mrs. Julie asked for
our homework and we passed it up. We didn't do much, just reviewed for a
test. When I got out of there, I headed over to AP English, which I also
had with Dakota, but I also had it with Eli, Alex, Mark, and usually
Jake. We all got in and found our seats.

	Now, as there weren't many people who wanted to take AP English,
there weren't many in there. In fact, we were the only boys, in addition to
two girls. That meant that, counting Jake, every guy in that period was
gay. It made for interesting conversation. We all sat down and started up
on our journal entries. Then the door opened. Apparently, we had another
new kid. He was kind of short, with a shock of wavy brown hair. He looked
very boyish and cute. I'm pretty sure he'd been running because his cheeks
were flushed and I think he was sweating. He handed a note to the teacher
and she told him to sit beside Eli. The kid did a double take when she said
who to sit by and walked over there slowly, eyes wide. He sat down and I
think he seemed a little stiff. I only noticed because I was sneaking looks
at Eli all period. I'm pretty sure Dakota was stealing looks at the new
kid. Mark seemed a little tense in class and he didn't talk a lot. He kept
leaning forward and snapping up, making me think that he was probably
falling asleep. The bell rang and Eli and I were heading to lunch.

	"Eli!" We both turned around to see who was yelling. It was the new
kid. Not Logan, I think the teacher said his name was Tom or
something. "Eli, can I uh, talk to you in private?" Eli looked weirded out,
after all, it's not every day you get asked to have private conversations
with random strangers. "It'll only take like, 3 minutes." Eli looked at me
and I shrugged.

	"Alright, I'll catch up Danny." I walked on ahead to lunch, taking
the time to look back once. I couldn't help but think that this wasn't good
news for Eli...
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Eli's POV

	There was this kid standing in front of me, looking like he was
having a hell of a hard time trying to say something. "Eli, uh, do you
remember me?" What the hell? I looked at him, studying his face. He seemed
oddly familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.

	"You seem familiar, do you go to any of the football games up
here?"

	"Not likely, I'm from Missouri." Missouri? That rang a bell
somewhere in my mind. "Do you not remember me?"

	"Sorry, no."

	"Summercamp like, 5 years ago?" He expects me to remember someone I
saw five years ago- Wait a second. I leaned in closer, looking at his
eyes. He smiled at me, and I saw a glint of excitement enter his
eyes... and for the briefest of seconds I was back in the lake, mud
squishing between my toes with the moonlight reflecting off of us...

	"Tommy?"...
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Dakota's POV

	The new kid walked into the classroom and I felt my cock jump in my
jeans. He was shorter than me by a few inches and he looked really
young. His hair was dark brown and wavy and he had dark green eyes. Hmm, I
wonder if he's got any Irish blood in him. Mom would approve, I think. The
teacher introduced him as Tom Reilly. Oh there's definitely some Irish
blood somewhere down the line. I felt excited at this. It's been forever
since I've gotten to have a relationship. I mean, I have sex all the time,
but my mom won't let me go out with or date anyone who's not at least half
Irish. She's "keeping the blood pure" so she says. He sat over by Eli and I
kept sneaking looks at him while he did his worksheet. His face looked so
cute, concentrating on his English work. When class ended I went to talk to
him, but he took off after Eli and Danny. Damn. Well, better luck tomorrow.

	I kept my eyes open for him while I went to lunch, but I didn't see
him. As I entered the room and pondered where to sit, I spotted Danny
sitting over by himself. You see, Danny, Eli, and I, and some other kids
(there's about 15 of us) all take classes up at the college during the
afternoon. Their Career Specialization Courses, which are; Medical
Professions (Med Pro), Criminal Justice, Industrial Technology, Automotive
Applications, and Factory Woodworking. Danny, Eli, Alex, and a few girls
were in Med Pro. Devin, Isaac, and I were in Criminal Justice, in addition
to Veronica, a girl in our grade. Everyone else was in one of the "hard
labor" classes. That's what I called them anyway. What happened was that,
since we had our classes at the college, we had to eat lunch early so we
had time to get there and back. We ate our lunch after 4th period, whereas
everyone else ate after 5th. Unfortunately that meant that we didn't get to
eat lunch with any of our other friends.

	I got my lunch and sat over by Danny.

	"Hey Danny, are ya' ready for your daily intake of chicken fat and
cartilage?" That was our joke, seeing as how there is no frickin' way that
what we were eating was real meat.

	"Mmm, always." He was resting his head on his hand and seemed
preoccupied with the door to the cafeteria.

	"Ya okay?" I scooted over to the seat next to him so he wouldn't
have to speak up. Danny doesn't talk to a lot of people about 'his'
feelings, but I'm in the elect group that he does.

	"The new kid's talking to Eli and... I don't know, I just don't
have a good feeling about him." That sucks. His brow was furrowed in
thought and he looked way too serious for being him.

	"Whaddya mean, 'bad feelin'?" Ugh, not that'd stop me in the long
run, but it'd make dating that kid harder if Danny didn't like him. Of
course, now that I think about it, I've no idea if he's gay or not, but
then again, I can be pretty persuasive.

	"I don't know, I just feel like this kid's not someone that should
be around Eli." Okay, well, I suppose that's better than saying he's a bad
kid, though I don't think Danny'd ever say anythin' like that without
actually knowin' the person. Just then he sat up and Eli came through the
doors looking seriously angry. He came up, practically dropped his bag on
the ground and sat next to Danny. Danny pushed his chair back and got up,
going over to where we got our food without saying a word. When he came
back he put the food and water bottle in front of Eli and sat back down.

	"I'm sorry, I know you'll have to eat fast but you need to eat
something." He scooted his seat back up.

	"I'm not hungry." Eli grumbled pushing the food away. Danny lightly
pushed it back.

	"Maybe not now, but we have a test in Med Pro today and you will be
hungry if you don't eat." Eli pulled the food in front of him and started
eating slowly. "Do you need to talk about it?" That was always Danny's
first question. He never asked if someone, 'wanted' to talk about it, at
least, not at first. The first thin' he'd ask is if they 'needed' to talk
about it. They may not 'want' to, but often times they 'needed' to. Then
he'd ask if they 'wanted' to talk about it.

	"Not right now." Danny nodded and took a drink. Clearly that meant
that whatever was going to be said was not for me to hear.

	"I can move if ya' need me to." I grabbed my bag.

	"No, no it's not you." Eli stopped me. "It's school. I don't want
to be overheard." I put my bag back down.

	"Hey, I've gotta question for you two." They both looked at me. I
think Danny was giving me that, "you better not be asking me what I think
you're going to ask me" look. "Do ya' think that the new kid is gay?" Eli
choked on his water, sputtering and coughing.

	"I don't know, why? You got yourself a crush?" Danny gave me his
shit eating grin and I couldn't help but smile too.

	"Trust me, he's gay." Eli rang out, regaining control of
himself. "And if he's not GAY specifically, then YOU," He pointed at
me. "have about a ninety percent chance of getting into his pants anyway."
Danny and I looked at him. "That's kind of what I didn't want to talk about
at school." His face got red and he looked away. My eyes got big in
realization and before I could stop myself.

	"Ya' mean you two 'ave-"

	"Hey! He said he didn't want to talk about it." Danny's eyes got
wide and he gave me the, "shut up now" look. You know what I just
realized... Danny has a lot of looks.

	"Sorry! It's kinda an open ended statement though n' ya' were
pretty spot on earlier 'bout the crush! I just wanted a group consensus,
and instead I gotta part of a hist'ry suggestin' def'nite gay tend'ncies,
and a real chance o' goin' out with 'im." I know it wasn't very tactful,
but what the hell, I kinda needed to know. "Thank ya' fir the infirmation
Eli." Eli and Danny were laughin' at me. "What?" They were starting to piss
me off.

	"Your accent is very prominent when you're upset." Screw them.

	"Piss off ya bleedin' buncha 'tards! Bustin' me balls fir how I
talk! Lucky I don' knock the hell out the lot o' ya'." I got up and threw
away my trash. My accent used to be worse when I first moved here, usually
it was only prominent when I was mad, or when I was flirting. You would be
surprised how many guys love accents, and I'm pretty sure that an Irish one
is one of the sexiest accents in the world. They were both staring at
me. "I'm only takin' a piss over ya' lads. The bus's here so ya' might
oughtta get out there 'fore all the good seats er taken." I ran out the
door, leaving them sitting there wondering what the hell I'd just
said. Like I said, it used to be much worse, though, to anyone who wasn't
one of my friends, it was a wonderful novelty. People loved it when I spoke
in a heavy Irish accent.

	I hopped up on the bus and sat down in the third seat back. Some of
the other kids were already on but we had to wait for the rest. I heard the
lift start up and looked over to see Alex get raised up into the bus. Damn,
I bet it sucks being in a wheelchair. Eli and Danny came out of the
cafeteria and got on. They sat in front of me. We were driving away, just
passing the high school office, when this kid, he had a blonde fohawk and
was wearing a sort of, semi-formal outfit of blue jeans, a button up shirt
with the sleeves rolled up and the tie loose, came running around behind us
screaming to wait. The bus stopped and he got on, catching his breath. A
few people laughed but I didn't. I missed the bus on the first day of Med
Pro, so I know what that's like. He sat down next to me. He had the most
amazing blue green eyes and he was hot as hell. He was also much smaller
than me. He looked like he could've been a sophomore.

	"Hiya- uh," I cleared my throat, not having gotten out of accent
mode. "I mean, uh, hi. I'm Dakota." I held out my hand and he shook it. His
hands were tiny next to mine.

	"I'm Logan, and you're either Irish, or very VERY good at the
accent." We both laughed... Sitting there next to him I couldn't help but
think that if I struck out with Tom, there's always Logan... Assuming he's
gay of course...
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	Alright so there you have it, the end of the seventh chapter. Let's
see what's going on, in summation: Eli and Danny are still not sure where
they stand, Mark thinks they had sex, their friends are telling people
their going out, there's two new kids; Logan and Tom, Eli and Tom know
eachother from camp, Dakota's primarily interested in Tom, but also has his
sights set on Logan, Jake's still in the hospital and very conflicted over
Danny, Mark's been kicked out of his house -most likely temporarily since
it's happened once before - and is residing at Danny's. Wow, that's a lot
for one chapter. So how do ya'll think it's going? Any suggestions,
critques, particular things that you just LOVED!!!! Please tell all to
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