Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2005 12:22:45 EST
From: Madasonaysha@aol.com
Subject: The Handsome Jewish Young Man- part 4

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		      "THE HANDSOME JEWISH YOUNG MAN"

		       by Madison "Maddy" A. Dante


			   PART FOUR: HOT NIGHTS


It was a mistake. A HUGE mistake. I Think just ruined a perfectly good
friendship and for what? A stupid touch!. I don't know what the HELL I was
thinking! Everything was fine...just fine... For two months Victor and I had  gotten
to know each other and much to my surprise we had become friends. Not the
kind of friends who would talk from time to time and not really have a
connection, but true blue friends. We were polar opposites and from the naked  eye, we
had nothing in common or at least that's what most people would think. I  was
guilty of assuming that too, but over the course of that summer I was proven
wrong. He dressed a certain way, but that didn't define who he was just like
the  neighborhood, as ghetto as it was, didn't dictate the kind of person he
was. I  had never been to his house before, all though, he would frequently be
at mine.  I think that he may have been ashamed of where he lived, but I couldn'
t be sure.  There was no comparison with Livingston and Newark. Newark was a
ghetto, in  purest form. It was the murder capital of the North East! I'll
admit it, I did  judge him at first because of that. I had never known a black
person before and  judging from where he lived I had my reasons, as absurd as
they may have been.  It was easy for me to believe that he was some two bit
thug. The way he dressed,  the way he spoke and the braids in his hair just
reaffirmed those thoughts. But,  that was only from appearance and stereotypes. We
all sometimes fall victim to  our own ignorance's. Yeah, he looked a certain
way, but that didn't make him the  person that I assumed he was. Not only was he
cute as hell, but he was funny, he  was smart and had this personality that
always made him seem to shine... .and  that was the problem. It was hard for me
NOT to fall for him. Everyday it would  just get harder and harder to fight
it. I'm not stupid, I wasn't about to  confess my love for him or do anything
drastic like that, it was just...I REALLY  liked him. He was the first thing I
thought about in the morning and the last  thing I thought about at night. I
would find myself doing the most random of  things like shooting paint ball
and I would find myself thinking "Victor would  love to do this." See the
problem.


It was the last day of work at the site. Victor and I never had to work at
the site because we were both underage, but we still got to see the unveiling
of  the house as it was presented to the new family. The house was beautiful.
Two  months of hard work and sweat shone in the pristine appearance of the five
 bedroom condo style house. The woman who moved in was a single mother of
three  children and their old house had burned down in some freak fire. Because
of her  low income, the city of Newark in an effort to give back to the
community, built  the house for her with the aid of Houses For Hope. It was a
beautiful day.  Through out the whole summer, she and her family aided in the
building of the  house, but were prohibited from seeing it for the final three weeks
of building  so the end result of all the hard work would be a surprise. She
and her children  were brought to site wearing blind folds. You could see the
anticipation that  she had written in her body language as she stood nervously.
I was standing next  to Victor, both of us wearing the horrible peach colored
polo shorts that the  people from Houses For Hope had given us. The crowd was
large and photographers  from the local news paper were there. It was a hot
and muggy day, which seemed  to be the norm that summer. As their blind folds
were removed, the looks of joy  that ran across all of their faces was enough
to make anyone smile. I broke out  in a huge grin and I felt Victor nudged his
shoulder into mine. I turned to look  at him and saw that his smile was wider
than mine. I must have stared at him to  long because he suddenly looked away
and back towards the excited family. I  thought to myself "Kyle, you are SUCH
an Idiot!" I turned my attention to the  woman who had now begun to cry and
thanked everyone who helped. It was a really  touching moment.


Mr. Saldono threw an end of the summer Bar-B-Q at his house for us to
celebrate the two months of hard work we all had put in. He really was a nice  man
and even offered to give work recommendations for Victor and I. Mr. Saldono
lived a few blocks over from my house so my parents drove as Victor and I
decided to walk there. The short ten minute walk was spent in awkward silence  and
I knew it was my fault. Victor had seen the way I was looking at him and now
he was freaked. I said it twice and I'll say it again...I'M AN IDIOT! My
parents  had really taken a liking to Victor, something that pleased me. My parents
have  a tendency to be a little TOO liberal, but with Victor there was an
honest love  for him because of the person he was and not just because he's
black. I wonder  what there gonna say when they find out their only son's gay? My
mom will  probably join P-Flag while my dad will probably pretend not to mind,
but really  will.


Truthfully, the work that summer wasn't all that hard and I didn't mind
that I did it all for free. The smile that I helped put on that family's face
was priceless. Even if all I did was file papers. Victor seemed subdued during
the party. Every time I tried to spark up a conversation with him, he would
just  blow me off. He was probably pissed at me still from earlier.


The party lasted all afternoon and into early evening, with Victor
successfully avoiding me. I kept to myself mostly, but managed to have one or  two bull
shit conversations with people whose names I couldn't even remember.
Nightfall had long arrived and my parents, Victor and I were the only ones left  at
Mr. Saldono's house. The adults were talking about Taxes and other crap that
bored Victor and I so I suggested that we walk back to my house. He agreed and
we walked the ten minutes in complete silence once again before he spoke.


"Do you think we will still be boys?  I mean, now that we won't have  to
work together anymore?" He asked me, with his tough guy voice coming out of  no
where.  I looked at him sideways.


"Yeah always dude, why you asking?" I replied, truly puzzled.


"No reason."  He responded. He looked so sad, his head hanging low. I  could
tell that he wanted to say something else on the subject, but decided not  to.


It was just me and him alone in the house. I wasn't in the mood to be  inside
so we sat on the porch deck stairs. My backyard leads to a wooded area so  it
was completely dark back there since the porch light needed to be replaced.
Neither one of us said anything as we made ourselves comfortable. He laid
down,  with his back resting on the deck and his legs on the steps. Although it
was  dark, the moonlight was shining on his face. His eyes were closed and he
had  been silent for so long that I assumed that he must have been asleep. I
took  that opportunity to look at him, analyze his beauty to see if there was
something that I had overlooked. He began to lightly snore and I knew he had
fallen asleep. The heat does that to people. It was dead silent in the backyard
and the sound of his snoring, intertwined with the singing of the crickets. I
 don't know what possessed me, I usually have more self control, but I lost
it. I  just wanted to feel his hair. Strange, I know. It wasn't like it was in
the  beginning when I was just curious to see what a black person's hair felt
like.  No, I had long let that thought go. No, this was different. I wanted to
feel its  softness and be consumed my his essence. Yeah, I know it may not
have made any  sense, but that's what I wanted to do. I laid down beside him on
my side with my  head resting in my hand. I tentatively brought the other hand
out and touched  the end of one of his braids. It was a gentle touch and he
didn't stir. His  braided hair was as soft as it looked, like touching a cloud.
I just wanted to  do it one more time. I reached out again and just before I
could touch it, his  eyes flew open. I was caught, `braid handed'. There was
nothing I could do to  talk my way out of it. His eyebrows furrowed for a
moment and I was just stuck  there, stone afraid with my hand stuck in mid air. He
rolled over so he was on  his side facing me. He looked at me curiously
before speaking in that deep voice  that soothed me.


"What were you doing?" He whispered. There was really no need to whisper.
The backyard was silent and no one else was around. He was so close that I
could  feel the sharp puffs of his breath flowing down into my face. I didn't no
how to  answer that . I couldn't tell him the truth, could I?


"Nothing."  I said and sat up trying to shake off that feeling of  dread. In
the distance I heard thunder. Monsoon season was back full force. He  sat up
and looked at me before turning his attention to the grass in the back  yard .
We didn't talk at all for the next few moments. My stomach was knotted  with
tension with the thought of Victor now knowing my secret, knowing how I  felt
about him. The thunder began to roar louder and louder and I wanted to
suggest we go back inside to avoid the inevitable downpour, but I couldn't find  my
voice. I was too nervous to talk. Sure enough it began to pour and pour it
did. The rain came down in buckets. We made a mad dash for the door, both
crashing into each other. At first the door wouldn't open and we both laughed.  He
looked down at me and our smiling stopped. The way the rain ran down his
caramel face was beautiful. My black, wet hair was falling into my eyes, but I
didn't care about that. The loud crack of thunder broke my reverie and I
attempted to get us inside the house.


In the short time we were out there, we had managed to get ourselves  soaked.
Our awful peach polo shirts were clinging to our bodies. Victor kept  lifting
his up to squeeze out the excess water; giving me sneak peaks at his  smooth,
flat stomach. We slipped as we tried to walk on the linoleum floor of  the
kitchen so we took of our shoes and walked to the linen closet in just our
squishy socks as they left our wet foot prints in the carpet. I handed him a
towel and he tried to dry himself off.  Little droplets of water  trickled down
his face, glistening from the dim lights of the living room lamps.  I didn't
mean to get caught staring again, but I did and what happened next  totally threw
me through a loop.  A grin crept across his face as he  reached one hand up
and took a lock of my wet hair in his hands,  twisting his finger around a curl
before letting it fall back against  my face. I didn't know what to do so I
just stood there staring at his grinning  face. `What did that mean`? I
thought to myself. I wasn't an idiot, I knew what  it meant. He looked at me
hesitantly when he saw my puzzled expression, but I  smiled to let him know that I
understood. He returned the smile and took one  step towards me. I took one step
towards him. Closer, and closer our bodies met.  I looked up at his face and
he looked down at mine, partially afraid of what was  about to happen and
partially excited. I'm not sure who leaned up or who leaned  down, but our lips
touched. We both pulled back at the sudden and unexpected  contact. He stared at
me questionably and before I knew what I was doing, I had  rushed him again
and attacked him with another kiss. Two long months of  frustrations set free.
At first he didn't respond, but soon he took the upper  hand and the passion
of our kissing consumed us both. Breathlessly, we broke the  kiss. He smiled at
me again and as I led him into the living room to sit on her  "precious
expensive" couch.


Our clothes were still dripping wet from the rain and I knew my Mom would
kill us for getting the couch wet, but at that moment I didn't care. Victor and
I had a lot to talk about, but we would save all that for another time. At
that  moment all we wanted to do was enjoy each other's company; we would worry
about  the rest later.


"I guess you are MY boy." Victor chuckled as I settled into his strong
brown arms and relaxed. He began to stroke my wet hair and I sighed with
contentment.


"Yeah, I guess I am!" I replied as I turned to look up at him. He kissed
the top of my head and smiled as he handed me the remote control. When I turned
the T.V. on, the show playing was `Queer As Folk'. I looked up at him and we
 both busted out laughing. The irony was not lost on either of us. The summer
had  been long and filled with the unexpected, but looking into Victor's eyes
I knew  autumn was going to be very interesting.  It's amazing the beautiful
things  that can happen when we take off our blinds and allow ourselves to see
the  purity of a moment, instead of allowing it to pass. Life....

			      To Be Continued

(c) Madison Aysha Dante 2005


A/N This was the original ending, but because of all the readers e-mails I
am extending this "short story" into an actual story with LONGER chapters.   If
this story has seemed familiar to you its because its a reworked version of
another story I posted for a writing contest in Comicality's library.  The
old title was "A Hot Rainy Day" oh, I didn't win by the way LOL!

**I want to take a moment to thank a few people who have really helped and
encouraged me with all my stories.  Outside of my best friends Ashes,  Krismas,
(even you Jordan and your non-reading ass) and Beans, I want to  thank the
wonderfully talented Jo, author of "Angst" for your support and your
friendship.  I love how we can have "real conversations" that don't always  revolve
around our stories.  Guess what guys and girls, he has a yahoo  group now that I
think is great. Not only do you get advanced chapters of  "Angst" before Nifty,
but he has two other wonderful stories there that aren't  released anywhere
else.  You can find the link for his group at the bottom  of chapter 25 of
"Angst" which was last updated March 16 in the high school  section. Thanks to
Zuri, author of "Whats Happening To Me" last  updated  Jan. 8, for your early
edit work and support even through  "mis-understandings".  I also want to give a
hello to Kip and thank him for  the invite and a special hello goes out to
Monchito for your encouragement with  my other story.  Don't forget to check out
his great story "Roses are Red"  last updated March 12 also in the high school
section.  I also want to  thank all the wonderful people at my yahoo group,
its your support that keeps me  writing, no matter how tired my hands get!

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