Date: Fri, 10 Jun 2005 19:09:32 +0000
From: Patrick Lizama <plizama4ever@hotmail.com>
Subject: Whisper it...

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This story is Based on mostly true events but Locations and other situations
and names are changed to protect the people involved. If you are not 18, not
into homosexual romance or sex, then don't read this. Also don't read it if
you know it's illegal. This story contains sex between two consenting
minors. This is my first story so please write back if you would like to
hear more. Also there is a fine line between constructive criticism and
downright flaming. So do me a favor and cool down if the story sucked and
you want me to know how bad it was.



Hi my name is Pat, my family know me as PJ, and my close friends know me as
Ace.  I am a junior at George Washington High. At the age of 16 I stand
5'9'' and weigh in at about 165. I have Dark Brown hair, piercing eyes, and
most people say my most noticeable feature is my full lips. I am into sports
playing football, baseball, and wrestling. But I am more into school than
sports. My favorite subjects are U.S. History and A.P. Literature. I am
president of Spanish club, and belong to three other clubs. And because I am
Catholic I go to CCD or Sunday school to receive confirmation. All in all I
am a very busy guy. But let's get on with the story shall we.

I drive up to Blaine's house and watch as he bounces down the street. He
waves and yells "Yo Ace what's the dilleo been trying to call your ass since
6. Bro you seriously got get out of those clubs your eyes are all weird and
shit. You eyes look more red than my Dad's new Cycle , and bro you know how
he treats that thing with mid-life crisis kickin in.". I looked at him too
tired to reply and nodded, I never was a morning person, usually first
period Spanish 4  always woke me up. Since I was always getting yelled at
for doing my homework from the previous night in that class. Specially Trig,
loved the teacher hated the subject. If theta crosses this and blah blah
blah what is angle blah...don't you miss the days when math was confined to
numbers rather than letters and alien symbols. Anyways, seems the Spanish
teacher loved picking on me since she was also the advisor for Spanish club,
and she always said how I wasn't being a good role model. But hey I am a
procrastinator at heart, not by choice. I just barely find time for anything
now. I went from bneing in the top ten students to the top 5 percent, a big
drop.

"Well time to start another day". I groan as I look at the school. I usually
spent the time before school sitting near the gym with my teammates. I can't
call them friend since I only had three "real" ones. You know the kind that
don't have two faces and talk shit behind your back. School was going
relatively normal. The day was the same as always I talked with Christine
and Leona about our report on "Use of Pathos in Classic literature"
(migraine), then I saw him. I didn't know his name but I was captivated. He
is definitely a pretty boy, very good looking. He stood at 5'4'' and weighed
at about 130. He wore black quick drys and a red locomotion tee which is the
normal school wear on the island, he also has  black slippers and a local
beaded necklace. He has dirty blonde hair and a heart wrenching face. After
what seemed like forever, but was merely two minutes, I heard a sound.
"Hello earth to Ace, so do you think that pathos is a sign of strong ethos
in the writer?" Christine looked irritated mostly cause she knew I wasn't
paying attention. Only she and Leona knew I was gay, I could never bring
myself to tell Blaine. Not just yet that is. She knew I was staring to  and
she gave a knowing grin. "Bam!" the new kid was hazed his first day with
water ballons from the sophomores. I knew there group it was the skater
group that my neighbor Pedro was in. "Yo Pedro what the fuck! Can't you see
the kid is new God damn why do you habve to be such a loser: I shouted
Blaine quickly responded "Yea bro that's totally messed now get to your
locker and get you gym change and give it to him now!" Blaine was more built
than I making him a fromt line man on our team. Needless to say they were
shit scared. Pedro was real sorry and even went as far as buying him a Soda
and Pizza to show no hard feeling.  After that me and Blaine invited him
back to sit with us. I need to know his name. "Hi my names Pat and this big
guy is Blaine." He smiled shook our hands and introduced himself as Ian
Michael. I told him he could call me Ace.  "You could call me Mikey though
only the rents call me Ian. I just moved here from Hawaii, and it's been
kind of rough. But thanks for getting me out of that sich."(Gosh his voice
is gorgeous) "Hey no prob bro, just glad me and Blaine, you can call him B,
were here to stop those assholes, they have a tradition of hazing new kids."
  Weeks went by and I only saw him twice. He hung out in the gamers room. It
was the science class where they had Anime, games, and basically all the
"artsy" people to chill and share common interest. The two times I saw him
my heart stopped, and it took me a few seconds to realize I was downright
staring into the class.room. "Bro are we gonna go to grab lunch or what,
coach  is going anal on me and my stomach spoke it first words...it said feed
me. No shit bro, now lets go before it possesses me. And why were you
staring in there anyway." I had to think quick "Nah I was thinking of
dropping in to check on my Anatomy grade, but I chickened out knowing I
probably would get a long lecture from Mr.Snead." (nice cover).

Over the next two weeks I gathered information. I found out he wasn't in
most of my classes since he was on a vocational path, and I was in college
so our courses were in different buildings.  I needed to get to know him
more, when I found out he joined choir I jumped at it. "You joined choir!
Tight end of the football team joined choir.shit bro. Whats up with that"
Blaine was angry mostly because that cut off the only day I hung out with
him. We usually spent Friday nights practicing for wrestling and hanging at
his or my house. But choir practice was on Friday night. Course he was
pissed as hell. " I need it for my college apps plus you always spend the
night, and practice is only three hours bro." "Ace think about it your in
enough clubs to get you to any college already, why burden yourself anymore,
you stone or something?". That triggered something deep within me, I yelled
"Never! Never suggest that I even do drugs!" My best friend Chris died at
the age of 13 using drugs, and I hated drugs and all those who sell it or
even offer it to me. "Geez sorry bro, I didn't mean it like that. I really
am sorry Pat..." He looked really sad and put down "Hey no sweat bro" I knew
he was sorry, especially with him calling me Pat, he only did that when we
were having heart to hearts. He looked in my eyes and I could see a look of
concern, but also another look...I can't describe it though, it was different.
He shook his head out of his daze and walked to his car, before he got in he
shouted "See ya later bro" (yup good ol B) "Later Bro Peace out".