Date: Mon, 14 Feb 2011 20:43:52 -0800
From: Dark fire <dark-fire@live.ca>
Subject: Wishful Thinking Ch 1

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I watched my clock as it ticked and the seconds passed. It was finally
11:11, time to make a wish! Now, I'm usually not one to do these kinds of
things, but, well, as you see, I'm getting slightly desperate. My name is
Jacob Landon Nevaeh Walker. And guess what? I'm Gay. So my dilemma is that,
well, I am the ONLY openly gay guy at my school. And to make it worse...,
I've never been kissed. That's right, I have NEVER been kissed by another
guy. I'm not ugly. I'm your average 16 year old that's 5'10" with a slender
build. My normally blonde hair is dyed black and ends just below my dark
blue eyes. But enough about me, let's get back to my problem.

I've been single for as long as I can remember. My friends try to set me
up, but the dates were all jerks... or just trying to get laid. So I
resorted to 11:11. That's right, I've been wishing for the perfect
boyfriend for at least a year now, never missing a wish. I've had my
doubts, but, well..., I kept wishing. I don't know why, but I did.

 "Turn off the music and go to bed Jake!" my 17 year old sister thumped. My
sister is one of those overachieving keeners and also captain of the
cheerleading squad... Yeah, I don't get how that works either, but it
does. Anyway, her room is right beside mine and, well, I tend to not sleep
until I have made my wish.

"Whatever Theo!" I yelled back just as the clock hit 11:12. With that I
crawled into my bed and turned off the lights and prepared for another
useless day at school.

The next morning I woke up and looked at my clock, it read 7:00AM. "SHIT!"
I yelled and scrambled out of bed and ran across the hall buck naked. Thank
God everyone was down stairs. I quickly showered, not paying too much
attention to my member. When I was done I quickly got dressed and ran down
the stairs. "Morning, Mom," I said.

 "Morning, honey," she said back to me and kissed my cheek. "You got
everything?"

I double checked my backpack.

Textbooks?  Check.

Binders?  Check.

Pencil case?  Check.

Laptop?  Check.

Script... OH SHIT I forgot my script!

I bolted upstairs and burst into my room, frantically searching for my
Theatre Company script, but I couldn't find it ANYWHERE!



"Jake what the hell are you looking for?" Theo asked.

 "MY SCRIPT! I CANT FIND IT ANYWHERE!" I yelled.

 "Oh you mean that green folder in the living room?" Theo replied with a
small all knowing smirk. You see I love my sister, but I hate her as well,
so I guess you can say it's a love-hate relationship.

 "Thanks!" I called out to her as I ran back down the stairs to grab my
folder with the script (and also a very personal letter) and stuffed it
into my backpack. "Let's roll, Mom!" I told her.

 "Yeah, you're going to be late if we don't leave now, its 7:45" she
stated. "Theodosia, get your ass down here now! We have to go!" I heard
hurried steps coming down the stairs and out the door we went.

I wasn't expecting today to be anything special and, well, I was completely
and totally right! English flew by without much fault and then came
math. Math was HORRIBLE! I just can't stand it. Mainly it's because I suck
at it, and so does my teacher... she can't teach. Psychology though is one
of my favourite classes because my teacher is AWESOME! During lunch hour I
was milling about after the student council meeting slowly walking toward
the theatre, my sanctuary, when I ran into a guy coming out of the
theatre. Seriously, I literally ran into him, well, the door anyway. He was
stepping out just as I was reaching for the door and I fell flat on my ass
as the door smacked my face.

 "Oh shit! I'm so terribly sorry! I didn't know you were there!" he
exclaimed, while holding out a hand to help me up. I reached for his hand
and grasped it. Damn his hand is soft! I stood up while rubbing my face
then quickly said thanks and hurried into the theatre. Inside I saw Ashley
and Niki chatting in the seats. Niki was the resident theatre queen, she
had it all. OK, maybe not height, but still, she had the looks, blonde
hair, clothes, and all that other junk. Best of all, what makes Niki an
impeccable friend is the fact that she has a really big heart for a girl
her size. Ashley now, was one of the more technical ones in the theatre and
she was also short. She has an attitude as well as the fact she can be a
total Asian sometimes, but I don't love her any less. "Hey what's up Jake?"
Niki greeted me, seeing me walk in.

"Hey, not too much; just got smacked in the face by the door when someone
opened it." I replied.

"That was really funny to watch." Ashley laughed at my misery. "So you met
Troy, I take it?"

 "Who?" I asked getting slightly confused.

 "The guy who hit you with the door," Ashley explained.

 "Yeah he's cute and he's new here. He just transferred." Niki added.

 "Yeah, well, I didn't get a chance to take a good look, or even take time
to talk to him. I just rushed out of that situation as quickly as I could,"
I rebutted.

 "Well you're going to get to meet him, and probably get to know him real
well." Niki told me.

"And just why is that?" I questioned.

Niki and Ashley looked at each other, smiled and said in unison, "He's
joining the Theatre Company."

 "What? You're kidding, right?" I said, slightly in shock. "Are you being
completely serious?" By now I was extremely curious as to who this guy was
and where he came from. I also wondered if he's cute or not. The three of
us sat around for a little bit and chatted about random things. They were a
year older than me, so they were graduating this year which made me pretty
sad. As the time flew by, the bell rang signalling the end of lunch. We
said our goodbyes and split off and headed to our respective classes.

As I took my seat in the front my Chemistry 11 class, I turned on my iPod
until Ms. Wong began speaking. You see, Ms. Wong is one of the best
teachers ever. Well, maybe not, but she is a friend. Call me crazy for
being friends with a teacher! She's also the Student council's sponsor
teacher. Anyway, I took my iPod headphones from my ears as she said,
"Before we start today, we have a new student. His name is Troy Miller." I
just sat there wide eyed staring at this gorgeous guy standing practically
right in front of me. He stood at about 6'4" from what I saw and, well,
being the average teenage boy, I did the old up and down.

What I saw... I definitely liked. He was wearing a black DC shirt that fit
tight to his body and showed off his definition and the acid wash jeans
definitely looked good on him. But what struck me the most were his
eyes. His eyes are shockingly green with blue and gold flecks and a dark
ring around his iris and damn they are beautiful. His face was blemish
free, nothing in sight. His face, oh god, I don't even know how to begin to
describe it. His hair was light brown with dark blonde highlights that were
spiked up in the front slightly. In other words, he was beautiful.

When Ms. Wong finished introducing Troy, and I finally snapped out of my
daydreaming state. I saw him beginning to move in the direction of my
seat. I began to get more than a little nervous, as I watched him approach
me. Oh god I hope he doesn't sit next to me... lo and behold, he did! He
sat down right next to me. Karma can be such a bitch sometimes.

 "Hey." He said to me.

 "Hey." I replied. I started to get a little fidgety in my seat and I began
to stare at the book sitting on my desk, trying to ignore the amazing boy
sitting right next to me. I swear that I could feel his eyes burning holes
through me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a piece of paper slide across
from his side to mine, right over my book. I hesitantly picked it up and
opened it. It read, "Are you gay? Check Yes or No." I just stared at it,
shocked as to what it said. I reached for my pencil, not sure if I should
really tell him, and also thinking about a million things at once. How in
the world did he know that I am gay? Am I THAT flamboyant? I checked a box
just as the bell rang. I quickly collected my stuff and got the hell out of
there as soon as I could.

I got to my locker without incident and I saw my best friend for fucking
life, Rea, at her locker just down the hall, talking to someone whom I
assumed to be her boyfriend. I shoved my stuff in my locker and walked over
to her. Rea was a fairly short, half white and half Lao girl. She stood at
5'4" and her hair was a reddish brown colour with some red streaks in the
front. She dressed well all the time, and she is one of the nicest or
meanest people you will ever meet. I gave her a hug from behind as I
approached her.

 "Hey Jakey!" she said cheerfully, as I unwound my arms from her. "How are
you?"

 "Not bad. Chemistry sucked big time," I responded.

"I wouldn't say it went that bad" a voice commented in front of me. It
sounded familiar; it flowed like water and was just so perfect. I looked up
and I saw HIM. Troy was standing right there in front of me! I was shocked
beyond belief.

 "Oh, I forgot to tell you, this is my cousin Troy. He's come to live with
my family for a while." Rea informed me oh so happily. I didn't know what
to say or do, so I just stood there. You see Rea was adopted so she and
Troy weren't actually related.

I leaned into her and whispered, "Which side?"

She turned her head to my ear and said in an equally quiet voice, "Mom's
side."

I was even more impressed. You see, that meant Troy was of Australian
decent, and I kind of sort of really like Aussies. What clicked into my
mind next was that I didn't notice an accent.

 "Where's his..." I whispered again. Just as I was going to ask Rea, Troy
interrupted.

 "If you're going to talk about me, then why not just ask me?" He
smiled. Oh crap were we ever caught. I guess it's better to talk about
people behind their backs instead of in front of them. I was blushing madly
by that point. I just said a really quick goodbye and dodged into the
theatre of which I was really thankful for because, well, that was my next
class, Acting. I was freaking out so badly by that point it wasn't even
funny anymore.

"Circle up everybody." Mr. Kelly, one of our teachers said. Mr. Kelly is a
nice man, he's in his late 20s, and well, he acts like a kid. Enough
said. Just as I took my shoes off and descended to the stage, the theatre
door opened and in walked Ms. Thibault. She teaches four different classes,
in French she is Madame Thibault, Acting its Ms. Thibault, in Japanese its
Sachiko Sensei and in Theatre Company... well, we just call her whatever we
want. Thibault is 25% Mean , 50% Nice, 97% Techie, 99% Awesome and 100%
Loud. She's a living, breathing, walking megaphone. I laid down on the
stage, as usual, and waited for everyone to get in a circle. Then in
burst...

 "I'm sorry I'm late! I had a meeting with the counsellor." FUCK! Troy was
in my favourite class too? This is going to suck big time. He walked in
with the cutest smile ever, and just watching his ass sway from side to
side is seriously turning me on. Thank god I'm lying on the floor right
now.

 "It's alright; take a seat in the circle." Ms. Thibault told him. "Would
you mind introducing yourself?" she added.

 "My name is Troy Danger." A couple people giggled at his name. I just
looked at him a little weird and just then I noticed his faint accent. "I
just recently moved from Australia to live with my aunt and her family." I
looked around the circle and saw a lot of the girls staring in awe at his
sheer beauty. I saw a couple of guys also staring. I think I was getting a
little jealous... "I like to act, read, play guitar, and also write once in
a while." Wow... his eyes are just simply amazing... "Feel free to talk to
me and all that, I won't bite... unless you want me to." And our eyes
locked and he winked at me. I froze in my spot as he finished up. Did he
really just wink at ME?

 "Alright everybody, today we are going to start our improv unit!" Kelly
announced. The whole class was excited, excluding me, because, well, I'm
just 100% confused. "Get into groups of 3 and we'll get started." Everyone
gravitated to their friends including me so I walked towards Niki.

 "Hey, groupies?" I asked her.

"Most defs" she replied before turning and calling out, "Hey Troy, come
join our group!" and with that Mr. Hottie-pants walked over with that sexy
strut of his.

"Sure." He smiled warmly at us.

Niki then turned to me and asked, "Dude, are you ok? You're turning
red... OH MY GOD YOU'RE BLUSHING!" she exclaimed, just loud enough to make
me blush even more.

 "Cut it out! It's bad enough that Troy is here so don't make things worse,
pleeeeaaasse!" I pleaded in a harsh whiny whisper.

 "Jake, your group is up first. Take the stage," Ms. Thibault informed
us. We took our positions.

 "We need a place, and also the murder weapon" Mr Kelly addressed the class
while sitting on the stairs at this point. After a couple minutes of people
shouting suggestions, things were decided. "Alright, so your place is the
Titanic, and your murder weapon is a bouncy ball. You have 30 seconds to
discuss with your group... GO!" Troy, Niki and I huddled together and
started throwing out random ideas and we thought we had more time but...

 "In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" The whole class chanted which signalled us to
begin. Our plan was to have Niki and myself re-enact the romantic scene
with me being the girl and Niki being the guy to make it funny; while Troy
accidentally tosses the bouncy ball too hard in our direction and it kills
either me or Niki. So I outstretched my hands and arms, and expected Niki
to hug me from behind. As if on cue, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my
waist. "Don't ever let go!" I said.

 "I won't ever let you go." Troy said. Those bastards! Holy crap! I hope
this ends soon, this is really turning me on. I felt his body pressing
against my back and I could feel the muscles in his chest and abs against
me and his arms are so... uggh! Oh Niki, hurry up and kill us or at least
me! I don't want to stand here on display like this for everyone to see!
And as if on cue I heard a shriek.

 "NO! MY BOUNCYBALL!!!!!" and I counted in my head 1, 2, 3 and opened my
mouth laughing and started to choke on the imaginary bouncy ball and died
dramatically in his arms.

 "And scene!" Niki, Troy and I yelled. We were awarded with various
applause and laughter from the audience throughout the whole thing. We took
our seats on the stairs and the hour had passed fairly quickly. The final
bell sounded, signalling the end of the day for which I was glad, but I had
Theatre Company that day, so I supposed there is yet more drama to ensue,
after acting class...

I walked from the stage to the seats and sat down. Thinking about
everything that happened, suddenly, I remembered I forgot something in my
locker and reluctantly got up and exited the theatre. I'm glad my locker is
really close to the theatre. The lockers at my school were blue, yup that's
right just blue and they weren't full sized lockers either, they were half
lockers. Thank god I had a top locker; it's a little awkward having my face
near someone's crotch. Lucky me, no one was down there... that is, until I
got there... yup, you got it. Right there, down on the floor and on his
knees, at his locker that was conveniently located right under mine, was
Troy. Damn it, why does this boy just happen to be everywhere I go? This
was definitely getting ridiculous. I guess I couldn't avoid him
forever... or, well, maybe I could... Anyway, without much more thought
about this situation, I walked over to my locker and proceeded to open
it. I swear, knowing that Troy's face is right at my crotch is getting me
hard, just knowing he could be staring at my package full on... and maybe
too he was thinking a couple things that are dirty. Now I was trying
frantically to find my USB thumb drive just so I could get the hell out of
there. This is taking way too long; something has got to be up.

"Looking for something?" Troy asked from below.

 "Yeah, my USB thumb drive. I can't seem to find it anywhere!" I replied
without looking down at him.

 "You mean, like the one right there?" He pointed to the floor, left of my
locker. I looked down and sighed a deep breath of relief and bent down to
pick it up. As I did that, I realized what I was doing; I was shoving my
ass in Troy's face. I quickly straightened up, closed and locked my locker
and got the hell out of there. Running into the theatre, I grabbed the
production key ring with all the keys and escaped into the tech booth
upstairs.

I unlocked the door and just sat there red faced and embarrassed. This
can't be happening. This just so can't be happening! First of all, a hot
guy hits me in the face with a door; secondly he sits next to me in
Chemistry passing me a note asking if I was gay. Finally, he's in my acting
class and after class I shoved my ass into his face, accidentally or
not. And, well, he's also in my Theatre Company. How could this day get any
worse, or, well, unpredictable?

The theatre door creak open and I peered through the booth window to get a
glimpse of who it was. And surprise, surprise, it was Troy wearing a pair
of dark blue shorts and a bright red t-shirt. I looked down at him
marvelling at his good looks. Damn, this guy is really getting to
me... then he looked up right at me and our eyes locked. He smiled and
waved and I just blushed.

"Have you seen Ms. Thibault or Mr. Kelly?" he yelled from below. I shook my
head no. "Well can you tell either one that I can't make today's rehearsal?
I've got practice."

"For what?" I said loudly, but not at the point of screaming.

 "I'm trying out for hockey." He flashed me a smile that pretty much melted
my heart. "Would you let them know?" I nodded. "Awesome! I'll see you later
then!"

With that, he left and I slumped down into my seat and sighed. What am I
going to do about this boy? Then I had an idea. I got up and headed down to
get ready for rehearsal with my plan in mind. Right as I reached the last
step, Ms. Thibault walked into the theatre.

 "Hey Thibault, Troy says he is very sorry he couldn't make it to rehearsal
today because he's trying out for the hockey team. And I have a doctor's
appointment at 3:30 so I won't make it to rehearsal either" I informed her.

 "Thanks hun, just go now. You're good, but make sure you tell Troy that he
needs to be here next rehearsal to go through interviews." I nodded and
left. Walking fairly quickly, I knew where I needed to go, and so headed
off to the gym. Why the gym? Because of the fact that... well... I don't
know. I just assumed he would be there. Sure enough, when I looked through
the big gym window, I saw Troy. He was doing push ups with the Coach
standing there evaluating his fitness. I just stood there watching him do
everything he was told to do. After a while I got a little thirsty so I
walked over to the vending machine and bought a bottle of water. Just as I
was about to round the corner to the gym, I heard the gym door squeak open.

"Good job today, Troy. I'll see you on Saturday with the team to see how
well you do on ice." The Coach said. "Now go take a shower." And with that
I heard footsteps heading towards the locker room and a door opening and
closing. Now is my chance, I thought. I'm not a perv... well, not usually,
and I'm not here to creep him. I just wanted to confront him in a private
place and, the locker room is pretty private. So I put my ear to the door
and listened for the water to run. When it ran, I opened the door and
walked inside. What I wasn't expecting was somebody singing. It was a very
melodious voice; the song he was singing so beautifully was "A Year without
Rain" by Selena Gomez. Now I normally don't listen to her music except for
this song because, well, it's how I felt most of the time when I have a
crush of sorts. God, he has a beautiful voice. I walked into the locker
room and sat down on the bench where his stuff was laying.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice when the water shut off. "You
enjoying yourself out here?" Troy said from behind me. I jumped and fell
off the bench. Man was I glad the floor wasn't wet. I looked up at him with
his towel around his waist... barely covering up something precious. I
wondered how big he was... my eyes travelled up his body and I saw his
well-defined abs and amazing Pecs. I went all the way up to his face which
was perfect, not a blemish in sight and his blonde hair, wet and matted on
his head. I swear I was looking at a god, and obviously, by that time, I
was hard as hell. Troy reached out a hand and helped me up.

 "I'll meet you outside in a little bit and I'll take you home" he said. I
was stunned, speechless. I really just wanted to jump him right now, but
listening to his words I just nodded and headed outside waiting for him to
get decent. After about five minutes later he walked out fully dressed from
head to toe in black. "Ready to go?" he asked. I nodded again and he took
my hand and led me outside. So I wondered, had all my wishing finally
worked? Or is this just some cruel joke that life is playing on me...

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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Wishful Thinking, I definitely
appreciate any feedback you may have as because it will help lots.

Stay Tuned for Chapter 2 coming soon!  Let me know what you think is going
to happen in Ch2 J. Keep you posted!

Until Next Time,

Darkfire