Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2007 00:07:21 +1100 From: Sakura Kangen <sakurakangen@gmail.com> Subject: Waiting for the Music Chapter 2 (of many) [gay/highschool] Hi Everyone! Sorry about the HUUGE delay in writing chapters, but I got tied down with important commitments :( There will be more frequent updates (longer chapters, too) in future, so stay tuned! DISCLAIMER This story involves relationships between males aged 15-19. If you do not approve of this, why the hell are you even reading it now? If you are a parent reading through the Internet logs of your young child, do not punish your child for reading these stories. He/she clearly has some questions about his development, and it is YOUR responsibility to answer those questions truthfully and honestly. If this material is illegal in your area, leave now. Blah blah blah blah blah blah. You know the drill. If you aren't supposed to be reading this, Don't (although some flames would be lovely to publicly dissect :)). This story and setting are based on events in my life when I was 17 years old. Names and places have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals. Obviously most (but not all) of the relationships are made up. All of the ones involving me are. The real relationship I had when I was 17 is too painful for me to want to recollect, as it ended in a horrible tragedy due to Pancreatic Cancer. Hence most of my writing here is based on post-Leo time frame, where I was single and looking. I have also removed sections of my life that I have felt would have made the story too multitracked and confusing. I am trying to keep the number of characters to a minimum. I am also avoiding all cliches. Finally this is set in the Australian High School System so if you don't know how it works go look it up. I'm sick of reading about sophomores and freshmen. We don't have that here. Enjoy! Note: This is my first story! So, please write to me and let me know what you think, email: sakurakanNOSPAMgen@gmail.com Of course, remove the NOSPAM there ~Kangen P.S - I would like to thank the following kind people for emailing me letters in praise of my work: Bobby, Jon, Mark, Adrian and Kalup. --- Waiting for the Music: Chapter 2 I picked a random store and bought a meal for $10, trying to find something that looked mildly palatable. Centrepoint (AMP Tower) is the most prominent building in the Sydney cityscape, owing to it's unique architecture, but what alot of the tourists don't realise is that it is actually a little more than a revolving restaurant and an observation deck. Below it, a large mall is situated, and, within that, is the obligatory food court. Like most large areas for eating in the city, the variety of food available was immense, but the quality of all of it was terrible. The food was probably more than 50% oil, and throughout the entire year I never actually dared to ask what it was that I was buying. I looked around for Andy and Michael, but they weren't in sight, so I assumed they had already gone, and began to head back to Hyde Park, where we we actually ate the food we purchased. I always found the name "Hyde Park" to be amusing, seeing as it pales into insignificance when compared to the English version that it was designed to imitate. But it was pretty enough, and there was actually room for us to sit, unlike in the shopping centre. I noticed Andy had gotten himself some form of Mexican food that actually looked like it might taste good. I made a mental note of it for next time. While we were eating, we noticed Mr. Quentin coming back with some food as well. He was a tall, balding guy who had a passion for foreign films. He was the Year 7 co-ordinator, so he was the first high school teacher we had - everyone in the form group thought he was awesome. We called him over, and he chuckled and sat opposite us on a ledge. "Hello boys. I hope Larry.. I mean, Mr. Richardson, didn't give you too much trouble on the way over", He said. "Actually, he didn't even say anything", Michael replied; "Kind of unusual really." Andy added. He murmured his suprise and began to eat his meal. It was some greasy pasta - the same thing I was having. "This is disgusting." he said. "Tell me about it." I replied. He changed the subject in is usual offcentre way and said to me, "So I heard you're looking for a boyfriend again." I blinked in surprise. It just wasn't the sort of thing I would have expected him to start talking about. Particularly seeing as it would have begun ringing duty-of-care alarm bells in my classmates' heads. I had told him I was gay. In fact, he was one of the few teachers that knew, although most of the students did. Being a Catholic school, I had to be careful about which teachers found out. Conservatives like Mr. Richardson probably would not react very well. I shuddered at the thought. Mr. Quentin continued suggestively, "... because you know, my nephew is still single and interested...?" I groaned. His nephew's name was Dale Williams, and he was in Year 10 at my school, two years younger than me. I wasn't interested, but he was. Ever since I turned him down, Mr. Quentin has been trying to fob him off on me. "For the last time, No! I have my sights set on someone else." I lied. "Really? Who?" (Damn! There was no getting past him) "Umm... Roland Mason." I said, rapidly and randomly thinking of a guy I knew from Choir. "Oh? From the choir? He's a cute one, good luck!" He smiled as he threw the final half of his meal into the bin and began walking up to the cathedral. What the..? "He's a cute one"!? But Mr. Quentin is married! Surely he's not... naah, he has to just be kidding around. Andy and Michael seemed undisturbed by the comments, so I assumed it was just a passing remark. I looked at my phone (which I technically was not allowed to have on) and realised that we had about 30 seconds to get back to school, so I too threw the rest of my lunch in the bin and joined Andy and Michael in the sprint down the footpath, and rushed back into the school gate directly before that terrible single-tone sounded over the P.A again. I pulled out my timetable and looked at my final two subjects for the day: Maths with Mr. Richardson (again! That's the second for the day!) and then a relaxing Catholic Studies with Mr. Edwards. That was sure to be interesting. --- Mr. Edwards will turn out to be even more interesting than Mr. Quentin. Stay tuned! I love you all! ~Kangen and remember... emailing is the lifeblood of Nifty. Email me. sakurakanNOSPAMgen@gmail.com removing, of course, the NOSPAM.