Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 12:30:54 -0800 (PST)
From: drety yuiop <megalabray07@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Oakbridge" chapter 9 Gay/Highschool and Gay/interacial

You know the laws and rules so don't break them. This is a story of
almost pure fiction.

Authors note: This is my first story and although there is some sex
involved. This is not an erotic story. If that's what you're looking
for the find it some where else. This story is about teens of different
races. I am always open to your comments @ ... **Megalabray07@yahoo.com**

**Please read: Thanks to all you guys who wanted to help but, I have an
editor now. Also to answer what most emails ask: Enran and I are good
friends. In fact all the characters are really good friends. Some of the
events took place. All of the character descriptions are true. The places
are real, except the lake. Aww I know. It would be cool though. When you
email me introduce yourself, my mom always told me about manners. Please
its common courtesy.   **

Copyright Megalabray 2005

*************************Oakbridge*****************************

Last time....

Ok fine I'm going to tell them. I might as well, we're all like family
now.

"Hey guy's my mom's adopting a boy." I got the reaction I expected;
every looked at me, confused. "I wanted another person in the house with
me, ever since you got Gerald, so I ask and she said yes. He's my age,
black, I think light skinned. He's going to go to our school. I get to
meet him tomorrow. He can join our camping trip."

That felt good to say. I thought they would be happy for me. They
weren't. They all looked kind of sad, like I just stepped on their
hearts. Their faces had a look of sorrow upon them. I was totally lost...

Chapter 9: Enran's Adopted Brother

**********Dre*********

When Enran told us the news, everyone was shocked. I was surprised, but
mostly jealous. Enran would have a brother whom he would probably attach
to, and I would become a fading memory in his heart. What if his brother
finds out about us and starts to run his mouth? Naw, I'm just over
exaggerating. I still wanted to look happy for him even, if I really
wasn't.

"That's cool, bring him over my house Tuesday, when you come." I said
putting on my most convincing smile.

"Aiight then, I just can't wait to meet him myself." Enran said
looking at his cell. "A, I got to bounce, hit me up later."

Gerald got up. "I'll walk with you; I want to go to a store by your
house. I heard it's like that, my friends were telling me about it."

Enran and Gerald headed out, before they got to the door I caught up with
Enran.

"Look, don't sweat what happened today." I said reassuring him about
the fight. I pulled him into a hug.  "You'll be aiight" I gave him
some dap. I didn't want to be affectionate with him while Gerald was
watching.

He smiled, knowing what I wanted to say. "I love you too. Bye." He said
as he and Gerald exited Miguel's driveway. I waited for them to leave
before I went back into the house.

It was getting late and soon Miguel's mom came in. Good thing the maid
cleaned up the mess from the fight or she would have grilled us. Steve
wasn't too fond of Miguel's mom. So he made up a lame ass excuse to
leave.

"I forgot I have to go and get some milk for the house, so I'll catch
yall later." Steve said as he hurried for the door.

"What was that about?" Miguel asked looking at the front door that
Steve left open.

Miguel's mom closed the door behind Steve and made a malicious comment
under her breath. She really seemed to despise Steve. I thought my mom
could be mean at times. When she walked into the living room she shot me
nothing but glares. I just smiled, but that seemed to make things worse.

"So do you smoke weed like Miguel's other friends." She said facing
the TV. "I don't like Miguel being around people who don't have
anything going for themselves." Never once did she look at me. Was I
that disgusting to her?

I looked at Miguel before I answered. He shook his head in disgrace, for
his mom, and now I could see why. I just met her and she was looking down
upon me.

"No mam, I don't smoke." I said trying to give her proper respect. My
mom raised me better than that. I was just being honest with her. "I
think it stinks actually so I've never tried. Plus it gives you bad
breath, and I don't think I could go through high school with out one
kiss."

I laughed at my own comment, Miguel did too. Ms. Warez, obviously,
didn't find anything funny about my comment. She just looked at me like
I cussed. My laugh died out as I saw the anger in her face. I don't know
where Miguel got his looks from because she was the total opposite of
him. Her hair was medium length but dry and rough looking. She was
greying in some areas of her head. Her face was acne free, but her arms
looked like she was fighting a red bingo dabber, and lost. I didn't know
you could be in your late 30's and still have chicken pox. I guess she
proved me wrong. As I was scoping her out, she addressed Miguel.

"Honey I know you don't smoke, but why do you have these dead beats
here?"

I couldn't believe my ears. This bitch is putting me and my friends
down. Is she out of her fucking mind? Damn even if she did feel that way
she didn't have to express it like that. My mom always told me to be
polite to woman but she wasn't upholding her title as a mom. What mother
puts down her son's friends down right in front of him? Does she even
care?

What was killing me was how she perceived Miguel. She thought he was an
angel. She didn't know that from time to time he would smoke. Not to
mention this nigga be tipsy more than a butterhead on 8th street. His
mother was not appealing to me at all. In fact she was about to be the
second person on my `shank list'. By the look on Miguel's face, I
could tell he was thinking the same thing as I. I needed to go home. I
wanted to talk with Enran in privacy about today and I needed some fresh
air. I was getting fired up.

"Hey Miguel, I need to go for a walk okay." I said standing up, heading
towards the door.

"Dre wait up! I'm coming too." Miguel called after me.

"Where are you going? You better not smoke anything." Called Miguel's
obnoxious mother.

I was taking Miguel the long way to my house. For a while we were walking
side by side, talking about nothing until we came to the entrance of the
wooded creek. That's when I decided to address him about a couple of
issues.

"Miguel, what the hell's up with your mom? Man she be trippin'." I
said as I climbed over a log blocking the path.

"I don't even know, sometime she cool as shit but times like this, she
can be a real pain." He said shaking his head.

"Yeah I know my mom's the same way but she would never diss my
friends."

"My mom has her own demons, like everyone, but she likes to take them
out on other people." Miguel said nearly tripping over an overgrown tree
root.

"Ok I understand now." I said after I crossed the creek.

"Anything else?" He said like he knew something else was bothering me.
He crossed the creek as well, and made a little splash getting across.

"Yeah, one more thing actually." I said looking at the visible parts of
the sky. It was nearly dark outside. The creek would've been hard to
navigate if it wasn't like my sanctuary from home; I would come here to
avoid my mom or friends whenever I was down.

 "I know Steve fought me because of his rep and Enran because of his
pride, but were there any other reasons. It just didn't fell like he was
telling the full truth. It was like he was leaving out a very important
part."

Miguel's face dropped. He grinned and shook his head sideways. "You
never cease to amaze me. Nigga you smart as hell." Miguel said with a
smile across his face. It was the same smile he had when Steve attacked
me. That was his mischievous smile, this time I didn't feel threatened.
I knew the first time was for a good reason, this time couldn't be
different, or could it? "Dre, Steve said you'd never figure it out but
hey you're close enough."

Miguel was silent for a moment like he was gathering the thoughts in his
head. He was picking which parts to tell and which to not. That's when I
remembered a rumor I overheard while playing basketball in my hood. I had
to confirm this rumor, it was to immense not to question.

"Is it true that Raoule is coming back?" I asked making contact with
Miguel's eyes, to make sure he didn't lie.

"Yeah." Miguel said. Not wanting to give more information than he
thought was necessary.

I now knew what Steve was doing; he was recruiting people for a gang. He
was making a gang separate from Longview. Steve knows that as soon as
Raoule comes home (To Longview) he's going to take over the `Longview
gang'.  Steve and Raoule were rivals since elementary. Raoule always
messed with Steve and when Steve finally fought back Raoule was hurt
badly. Long story short; Raoule grew up and took over Longview and when
Raoule was locked, up Steve replaced him.

When Raoule gets out he's gonna Kerk because his rival took over his
gang. Knowing him he's going to try to turn the whole gang on Steve.
Steve knows this as well and decided to protect himself by creating a
rival gang. Damn now shit was getting serious.

"Do you think it's going to be that serious?" I said questioning
Steve's actions.

"Yeah, maybe even worse." Miguel answered, his face falling in defeat.
He knew that I knew exactly what was up. He was expecting my next
question. "Yes that's also a reason why we fought you guys. Well Enran
mostly. We weren't sure if he could be in the gang. You and Gerald have
already proven yourselves over time."

Man this gang shit is dumb if you ask me. Some guy has to get initoed
(Jumped to be in a gang), just to prove himself. Wait a minute..

"Why the fuck did you involve me, Enran, and Gerald." I said a little
angry. "We don't want to be in your dumb ass gang. At least I don't,
look don't involve me in your petty gang shit! Aiight, damn and you
better not try to trick Enran into that shit either. Gerald can makeup
his own mind."

I was fucking pissed and all Miguel did was smile and shake his head.
That's all he ever does, who knows what goes on in that head of his...

************Miguel*********

Sometimes Dre can get too serious about shit. He's like an
overprotective mother when it comes to Enran. After his last comment all
I could do is shake my head. If he only knew some of the shit we know. I
don't think Enran told him yet but he needs to hurry up because Dre ass
acting bitchy. Dre thinks he knows Enran but there's so much Enran keeps
from him, I should know.

One thing, for certain, is that Enran would do anything for Dre. I wish I
could have a relationship like theirs. Although it was an act when I
kissed Dre, I would be lying if I said that I didn't feel something for
Gerald. That nigga is funny, and he can fight. In fact they all can
fight. When Enran was angry, he was about to fuck me up, good thing he
was madder at Steve.

Man taking the creek seemed longer than the way I normally go. Dre better
know where he's going because I don't have time to be getting lost.

"Dre how long will it be until we are out of this bitch?" I asked
getting restless.

"We almost out nigga, damn." He said still mad about what we did.

I don't blame him either because what we did was wrong but it had to be
done. Even Dre understood this. We needed him; if Raoule was coming, we
would need all the help we could get. This nigga was not to be fucked
with. The question was how to get Dre to help us. Finally we were out and
at the entrance to Longview. His neighborhood was ok some times. Much
different from mine. His neighborhood had a lot of problems with UU's
(cars stolen by kids) and weed. My neighborhood only has problems with
yard work. I really could say I had a better lifestyle. My choice in
friends doesn't at all reflect my background, but my because of my
wealth, I chose these set of friends. I would never trade them in. Well
maybe for a Porche. I got it... I know how to get Dre to join our gang,
Through Enran...

**************Dre*****************

 Miguel really pissed me off. He was the cutest thing alive but the
sneakiest. He always have to have his way. That's what scared me, I told
him no, and he dropped the conversation but I knew that it wouldn't be
the last I heard of it.

Miguel had ways of "persuasion", and I've seen it first hand. We were
close to my house and It was almost completely dark. I had to hurry
because I wanted to be home before my mom got there. She always fussed
about the littlest things when I'm not there. I didn't want Gerald to
get grilled by her. He should already be there. I looked into our parking
space, and to my relief she wasn't there.

"A Miguel you should go home, because you know how your mom gonna
trip." I said walking up my porch steps.

"Naw its ok, her ass is gonna wait today." He said smiling slyly. "She
can be a real pain, and after what she said about Steve, she better be
lucky I ever come back home. So can I spend the night?"

Any other time I would have been ill at ease about him spending the
night, but I had Enran so I didn't give it a second thought. "Aiight
then, you can borrow some of my clothes, but they'll be a little big."

"It's aiight, As long as you have a belt."

"Yeah ." I said

I opened the door and saw Gerald sitting on the couch watching TV. He
cleaned up to, I gotta admit, when he wanted to be, he could be an angel.
I have only known him for a little over a week and he has already made an
impact on my life. We truly did care for each other. Even after I did
what I did to him, he still loved me. We truly share a bond that only
close cousins could. He already won my heart over, when he fought for me.
I would never forget that.

"Wassup nigga." I said to Gerald standing over him.

He didn't immediately respond. He looked over my shoulder. His face
looked embarrassed and I saw some suppressed happiness in it. I turned to
look at what was so amusing to him. It was just Miguel; he had the same
weird smile as Gerald. Wait do Miguel and Gerald have something for each
other? Naw, Miguel is 120 percent straight. When he kissed me, it was
just to make me drop my guard. Wasn't it? Man we hold too many secrets
from each other. This camping trip, I promise everyone's shit will be
out on the table. It felt like Enran kept things from me as well, but
Miguel and Gerald. Well let's find out if they do like each other.

"So how did you two end your fight?" I asked, taking a seat in the
chair; leaving Miguel to sit on the couch next to Gerald. I know it was
dirty but I had to find out.

They both just looked at each other unable to answer. Finally Gerald
spoke up, "I was getting tired and yeah."

`Yeah', that could only mean one thing; they do like each other. People
only say `yeah' when they are lost for words. How could Miguel not be
straight though? Maybe it's just Gerald who like's Miguel, and Miguel
doesn't know.

"Miguel sit down." I said pointing to the space next to Gerald. "Oh
yeah and what about you?" I said trying to see if Miguel shared
Gerald's feelings.

Miguel sat down and looked at me like I was setting him up; which I was.

"Yeah I was getting tired too." He said looking at Gerald. I didn't
believe him one bit. He saw this and added more. "Plus it wasn't my
fight."

That's it, he does like Gerald. He just didn't want anyone to know. Not
even Gerald. I felt a little jealous towards Gerald, but that soon passed
as I thought of Enran. I couldn't just go off assumptions alone. I had
to have proof.

"I'm about to go get a soda, yall want one?" I asked having no
intention of getting one.

Miguel looked at Gerald, and although I couldn't see his face I knew he
was smiling. "Yeah I want one, what kind do u have?" Miguel said
turning toward me trying to hold back his smile.

I had to think quickly. "Umm... Sprite and Pepsi." I laughed as I
remembered a joke my JROTC Sergeant told me; did I tell you about the guy
who took the Pepsi challenge, and chose Jiff.

"Uhh...Sprite." He said. Looking at me like I was weird. "What the fuck
is so funny?"

"Nothing." I replied, turning the corner to get the `sodas' that I
didn't have. When I turned the corner I got on all four, and crept to
the side of the couch to see what they would do, while I `was getting
sodas'.

************Gerald***************

When I heard Dre come in the house I quickly changed the channel from
`Queer as folk'. I loved that show but I knew that it was wrong to
watch it, although I didn't agree. If a black nigga was caught watching
something like that, he would be considered a fag by all his friends. I
knew Dre would never tell but it was still a reflex that I mastered well.
I was really embarrassed when Miguel followed him in. I thought to
myself, `if I got caught by both of these niggas, I would really be
fucked'.

Some of the things that Dre do don't seem intentional, but I knew
better. He was trying to set Miguel and I up, and when he motioned for
Miguel to sit next to me I was about to piss on myself. My stomach was
like one thousand degrees, it was really bubbling. I had to get away but
it wouldn't look right if I just up and left.

My suspicions of Dre were really confirmed when he offered to get a soda
for him and Miguel. I knew damn well that there weren't any sodas, but I
let Dre have his fun. He left around the corner, and I watched his
shadow. Just as I thought, he really wasn't getting a soda, his ass got
down as was spying around the couch. I acted as if I didn't notice. He
just waited there on the floor silently. I wasn't going to give him a
show, I was going to make it seem like we were having a friendly
conversation.

"So Miguel how long have you known Dre?" I asked, trying not to give
Dre the satisfaction he wanted. I knew the question was dumb but I had to
start it off.

Miguel just sat there staring at me, ignoring my question. Not once did
he blink. He was looking at me up and down unconsciously. He eyes taking
in every aspect of my face. I asked him again. I was starting to feel
uneasy, he hadn't responded. Maybe it was the question.

"Do you want to play me in a racing gam-" I asked being cut off.

"Nope." He said quietly. He didn't interrupt me to be malicious but to
shut me up, and it worked.

I put my head down, I felt bad, I like Miguel a lot and I knew he was
straight. He looked divine. He was gorgeous, he had everything a dude
could ever want; looks, girls, money, and was very athletic from what Dre
told me. I remember when I first saw him in school:

`Dre was showing me my classes and Miguel walked past. Some girl was
calling after him. He ignored her and picked up his speed. He was so sexy
he looked off limits to everyone. His hair was a golden brown almost a
dark blonde, it was longer than mine by like a two feet.. He looked like
Hercules, in Troy. To me he seemed rich because of what he wore; he had
on a black and white-stripped button down, some black jeans, some glasses
that Sean Paul wears, a wife beater underneath, and a pair of Prada
shoes. He really was the best dresser in school. Not that it really
mattered; he could have only worn some boxers and still look attractive.
That's when I realized Dre was leading me his way. Once he introduced
us, I had a smile on my face all day. I wondered to myself how Dre could
have a friend like this.

"Gerald!" Miguel said in a loud whisper. He wasn't trying to attract
the attention of Dre.

I didn't respond. My head was still towards the ground. I really did
feel inferior to him.

He called me again. "Gerald!"

I looked up and before I could say anything he kissed me...

***********Enran*************

When I got home I was stopped by my mom. She was cooking some Afghan
food. I really hated that shit. It tasted like liver. She wanted me to
know about my heritage, even if I didn't care. I was tired of her always
forcing that shit on me. Maybe when I get older ill do some research but
right now I just want to have a normal life. She thought that everything
was perfect; she was oblivious to all the even that took place in my
life. I couldn't bring myself to tell her. She was a nice person and all
but she had a tendency to overreact.

"Enran, guess what?" She said smiling. She liked playing guessing
games.

I was too tired play, I knew exactly what she wanted to say. "Let's
see," I said sarcastically. "The adopted child came, and he's in my
room."

Her face went from happy to annoyed. "Well leave it to you to take all
the fun out of things." She said and returned to cutting carrots. "Well
he's in your room so go welcome him. I'll be at work when you wake up
so introduce him to your friends and show him around your school.

Introduce him to my friends. I barely had any, Dre and his friends were
the only people I really talked to. I wasn't an outcast but I didn't
like having many friends. I figured the more friends you have, the more
problems. I winked at my mom and headed to my room. I stopped in front of
my door, what if he's like a big jock type who hates Muslims. That
thought was quickly replaced when I realized he must have know we were
Muslim. My mom is always telling people, she wouldn't have passed the
opportunity up to tell him. She announced our religion like she won the
lottery, but in her eyes we did. I stood there afraid to open up my own
door. He would definitely hate me. Especially if he found out that I
liked Dre. I didn't consider myself gay; it's just that the only person
I like happens to be a boy. I cautiously turned the knob.

What I saw totally took me back. He was absolutely beautiful. He was like
a taller version of Miguel. He looked to be black, light skinned though.
He had braids in his hair. He had a slender build. His face was like a
baby's. His braids were really long they came to the middle of his back,
they looked like jet black dreads. He had a little mustache. He reminded
me or a light skinned AJ off 106&Park. He wore a wife-beater so I was
able to see his arms. He definitely worked out. His arms were muscular
and stiff.

I was just standing there, looking. He stood up and extended his hand.

"Wassup my names Tyrell." He said in the sexiest voice ever.

I was lost for words. I didn't know what to say. I was still looking at
him, in awe. He was really impressive. I don't know how they slipped out
but my thoughts were outspoken.

"Wow, you're sexy." I said, unable to control myself. I was really
embarrassed. I couldn't take my eyes of him.

He looked himself up and down like it was something there. The only
things on him were my eyes. I was transfixed on him, and he looked at me
weird. I finally snapped out of my stare. I was too embarrassed and
afraid of what he might think, or do, to look him in the eyes. I quickly
turned and walked out of my room.

I managed to stay away from him the whole night. I waited until 12:30 to
enter my room again. I was hoping he would be sleep and I could catch
some Z's on the floor. I quickly and quietly changed into my sleeping
clothes. I looked over at Tyrell, his eyes were closed. I couldn't
believe this nigga was sleeping in my bed. If it weren't for him being a
guest on his first night here, I would have thrown him off onto the
floor. I went to my closet grabbed a blanket and spread it across the
floor. Once I was on the verge of sleep I heard a voice.

"Enran you ok man?" It was Tyrell, he wasn't sleep, he was pretending,
but why?

"Umm... Yeah." I said thinking of an excuse to tell him. "I just had
to take care of something."

I couldn't sleep now. Not knowing he was up and possibly watching me. I
didn't fell comfortable enough to go back to sleep. I got up and turned
on the TV. Will and grace was on. I was about to change, I loved it but
he probably didn't.

"Hold up wait, that's my show." He said. I looked at him bewildered.
"It's funny as hell, don't you think?" He said trying to cover up the
fact he watched will and grace.

"Yeah, it funny as hell." I said.

He face brightened a little. "Especially Karen, her voice is funny;
`Honey what the hell are you doing?'."

I laughed at his attempted impression of Karen. It was good, but coming
from him it looked really funny. He really was a cool person. We stayed
up talking and getting to know each other until 2:00. When I woke up at
5:30 I felt like shit.  Tyrell was still sleep. He had a soft snore. I
pushed him in hopes of waking him. He still hadn't responded.  I did it
again.

"Tyrell get up man, it's time to go." I said. He woke up slowly.

Once he stood up I rushed to the shower, realizing I had a friend who
always woke up with me needing to be relieved. Once I was done Tyrell
headed in. I went to my closet and picked out my clothes. I grabbed a
Scar face shirt, my blue jeans, and some back Tims. When I heard the
shower water stop I quickly dropped my towel to put on my boxers. Just my
luck, Tyrell walked in as soon as my towel hit the ground. I wasn't
facing him because I didn't want to expose my genitals. I swear it felt
like he was watching me.  Once we were dressed we went downstairs and ate
cereal.  We left the house at about 6:15. Once we were on the bus I
explained to him about A-days and B-days. He was smiling the whole time.
He explained to me about how his old school was. When I asked him about
his family he said he didn't feel like talking about it.

When we were in the building I felt really uncomfortable. I knew Tyrell
was cute but every girl we passed started to whisper. He noticed this
too.  That when I saw Dre. He was walking with Miguel, Steve and Gerald.
They all looked nice. I noticed each of them had on a black shirt. They
looked like a gang the way they were walking. They all looked at Tyrell,
who was standing next to me. They all had a smile on their faces.

"Wassup yall." I said giving them some dap. "Why do all yall have on
black? What, yall a gang or something?" I asked playfully.

Miguel smiled slyly. Dre looked at him and glared. I didn't know what
was up but I would ask him later.

"This is Tyrell, the one I told yall about yesterday." I said pointing
to him.

They each gave him dap and smiled. Once thing made me worry though, why
was smile was forced. I could tell, and when he shook Tyrell's hand he
glared at me briefly.

Author's Note: Thanks to all my readers. I appreciate that you take the
time to read my stories. I wanna give a special thanks to my editor who
works hard on the story. Also a lot of props to those brave enough to
email me their comments. LOL

Next time: The Big Camping Trip. Sorry but that's all I'm going to
reveal, it's too hot and to reveal more. Email me if you wanna know
more.