Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2010 00:43:11 -0400
From: Bergyfresh@yahoo.com
Subject: "Jumper: We are Real" Chapter 1

This story is completely fictional and does not pertain to any real
people. If this material may offend you I suggest you stop reading this
now.

Jumper: We are Real

 	Hi I'm Sam, and I'm gay. I'm not really out of the closet but I
don't hide it either. I'm about 5'8 and very built because I've been going
to the gym since 7th grade. I'm pretty good looking I have really blond
hair, almost bleached that goes to just above my eyebrows I have a pretty
angular face which helps and green eyes, not a stunner but not someone
overlooked .Looking at me you would never guessed I'm gay. I look like an
average teenager. I am not shunned for being gay though. I go to a charter
school for the arts so people being gay are a pretty normal thing. I'm a
junior and in the theatre and music department of my school. As if being a
gay teenager who spends all day acting and singing instead of doing actual
schoolwork isn't cool enough for me. I'm also a Jumper. Yeah, like the
movie. I'm not exactly like how the movie portrays us; I just like to use
the name because the movie explained it so well. Except in my life I have
no people out to kill me because I can teleport.  But enough about me. Your
here to listen to the story of how I fell in love, but if you're looking
for a story where all goes well and we fall in love and live happily ever
after I'm not the guy to guarantee you that. It was the first week after
winter break and the auditions for the spring play were supposed to be
sometime this week. We were doing my favorite play: Rent. I was trying out
for the part of Roger. I was so excited. I had seen this play so many times
and could recite backwards.  I had only been at this school for the past
semester and not have participated in the fall musical I didn't know the
competition. I was walking down the hall to my first class of the day when
he brushed my shoulder. He was about 3 inches taller than me with short
honey brown hair. He was in great shape and wearing a tank top so I guessed
he was in the dance department. Departments don't really mingle much during
school hours, so I didn't think he would be in any of my classes, but
extracurricular activities were open to everyone. So I was hoping. I might
see him at auditions for the play, but knowing that Rent wasn't a very big
dance production I wasn't hoping for much. I was still staring at him when
my best friend Layla talked close enough to my ear to make me
jump. "Whatcha lookin at Sammy?"  Layla was a beautiful 5'3 Latino who
could sing like an angel and dance better than the devil himself.  She had
brown eyes, about shoulder length brown curly hair, and beautiful bone
structure. She knew I was gay, and was also my only friend who knew about
my jumping abilities. Layla was in between departments so both teachers
from music and dance let her roam in and out of classes. Layla was lucky,
most of the time they make you pick but she is so amazing at both they
don't want to force her to pick and risk losing her. "Nothing much, just
the occasional hottie." Layla traced my line of sight down to the guy I was
staring at. "oooohhh he is cute, mind if I talk to him?" I knew the chances
of him being gay were slim so why let him lose out on an awesome girl so I
said sure. I walked with Layla to catch up with him and our eyes met for a
brief second before Layla said hi. I noticed he had gray-blue eys that went
beautifully with his short brown hair. "I'm gonna go to the Dance class
this one is going to, I'll catcha later Sammy" Layla whispered. "You must
really like this one, your actually chasing him, that's new." Layla grinned
and walked off next to this mystery man. Looking at her as she walked away
I realized how good she looked. She was wearing Red heels high enough to be
stilettos along with a pair of normal skinny jeans and a gray long sleeved
shirt with a red scarf twined around her neck once with both ends falling
down her chest. Her Brown hair was curled and fell a little past her
shoulders and she was wearing a pair of silver hoops in her ears. In one
word: Goddess. Shes the type of girl boys worship. The type of girl who the
movie industry puts as the head cheerleader who gets every guy but Layla is
missing the bitchy attitude. But we were both new kids, so we bonded in the
orientation they have for all new kids. Unlike Layla I do not have the
outgoing personality she has so I haven't made as many friends as her. My
first class of the day was Theatre history. Which was a pretty boring class
if we didn't do hands on learning. Today we had a pop quiz about
Shakespeare. I knew Shakespeare well enough that I was finished the test
about 3rd and had about half an hour of class left so I decided to ask for
a hall pass to go practice my monologue in the theater. Every other hour of
class the theater was left open to students who were let out of class and
allowed to go practice. I got to the theater earl enough that no one had
decided to occupy it. I jumped up to the stage, and by jumped I mean
teleported. Usually I don't use my power in school but no one was in there
and it was a pretty long walk from the doors to the stage. Basically
another act of teenage laziness.  I did my monologue about ten times
without a hitch before I trusted that I knew it. I then when into my
audition song which I was more nervous about. I got into the first couple
of lines before the nerves wore off. I sounded great and the echo in this
theater was only enhancing the song. I was singing in a soft but powerful
way. The theater faded and I fell into the scene of the song. This song is
originally sung by another character but the role I am auditioning for has
no solo songs. The song was about a man in love, but his lover died of AIDS
while he survived with the disease now listening to the clock tick down as
his musical success has gone nowhere.  When I finished I sucked in air and
took in my surroundings. I jumped when I started to hear clapping. I looked
into the shadows in the back of the theater and spotted Layla and the
mystery guy. Layla had been the one clapping and now she was walking
towards the stage. "Good job Sam"

"thanks" I replied a bit shyly. "I didn't know anyone was watching."

"Well you sounded great. I want you to meet my new friend Reese" The
mystery man stepped around Layla and held an outstretched hand toward me.
I shook it and introduced myself. "You have a great voice by the way" I
blushed at his comment and Layla stifled a laugh at watching me blush. Once
my skin tone was back to my normal tan, I sat down on the edge of the stage
while Reese and Layla sat in a couple of front row seats a couple feet in
front of me. Layla brought up the topic of my audition again an started
critiquing me. I welcomed her criticism, it was better than just
compliments. Gives me something to think about when I practice. "I love you
Sam but during the beginning of that song you looked a little constipated."
Reese chuckled a very sexy chuckle. I blushed a sort of how could you say
that about me in front of him blush. "Are you two dating?" The question
caught me off guard. One because I thought Layla would have done enough
flirting before she brought him in here to make it obvious that she was
single, and two because when someone usually asks that question they ask it
because they have interest in one of the two people. I felt a little spark
of hope before I realized he was probably just asking that to see if Layla
was available. "Nope" I said "and you wanna know why?"  I stood up and
started singing maneater by Nelly Furtado. "She's a man-eaterrrrrrrrr??"
Layla was look at me in shock while Reese was cracking up. The bell rang
and I hopped off the stage as Reese's laughter died down. I picked up my
bag and said to Layla "Is the constipation gone" with a wink. Reese cracked
a smile. We left the auditorium and Reese said goodbye to us an me and
Layla went to our next class. "I can't believe you embarrassed me like that
in front of him!" she said as soon as Reese was out of earshot. I giggled
an listened to her drone on and on about it I tuned back in when I heard
her say "I hope he asks me to the dance. The dance was a themed school
dance that happened every year a couple weeks after break. It's mostly
filled with dance students who take up the stage and intimidate all the
music and and theatre students into not dancing for fear of looking stupid
next to the dancers. "This year's themes is masquerade." I wasn't a bad
dancer and could probably keep up enough with the dancers to not look
stupid. I was excited. Except for the part about finding a date. I then had
an idea. "Hey Layla, will you give me dance lessons so I don't look
stupid?" Layla pondered for a moment. "Sure why not, but these won't be
like modern dances. I will be teaching you the salsa, the marangay, mambo,
etc?.."

"I know, and thank you maybe if I can dance I'll have a better chance at
finding a date."

"Are you asking a boy or a girl?" I hadn't thought about this. I liked guys
and while I was open about it not everyone knew. I was sure I could find a
girl who would go with me, and a guy probably too. "Good Question." The
rest of the day was good as my theater class ended and I went to
lunch. When I got to the cafeteria I searched for Layla at our usual table
but she wasn't there. Maybe she was late, so I walked over and sat down and
started eating. I did a quick sweep of the cafeteria and eventually found
Layla. She was sitting at the same table as Reese. I gave it a quick
thought before deciding to stay at our table. They were surrounded by a
bunch of people I didn't know, and I was sure there was more to come. There
was probably no room for me, and I was perfectly content eating by
myself. I started going over my monologue again. About twenty minutes into
lunch Layla came and sat by me. "Whats up?" she asked. "nothing, just
eating my PB&J."

"Why are you eating all alone?"

"Well my best friend sort of left me for this guy" Layla looked at me with
a that's really funny look. "Anyway, he did it, He asked me to the dance."
My heart sank. So he wasn't gay, but this wasn't an unusual thing. Liking
an unavailable guy. "You've only known each other for half a day."

"Yeah but I've basically stalked him for half the day." I laughed. "So I
decided to try out for the play" Layla said "I totally fit the part as Mimi
anyway, and plus we would get to spend more time together and I talked to
Reese and convinced him to do stage crew."

"Oh, I almost forgot, do you want to come get a bite to eat with us today
after school? Reese has a sister who is a sophomore and she will be coming
along, I thought she might be a potential dance date." I said I would go
and then left I needed to get some homework done before my next class. I
went to the study room and sat down at a nearly empty table with another
girl there. I pulled out my work and started. "May I borrow a pencil?" I
looked up and saw a very pretty girl looking at me. "Sure" I handed her my
spare pencil and she took it. "Thanks, I'm Claire" She held out her hand
which I shook. "I'm Sam, nice to meet you."

"Whatcha workin on there?"

"Just some homework for my next class, music history"

"Hey I have that class next too!" I had never seen her before in there so I
was wondering if she was pulling my leg. "I just transferred from dance to
the theatre and music department. I actually have the same homework but
don't understand any of it, could you help me?"  "Sure." So for the next
half hour we worked on homework together while we chatted about nothing
important. It was a lot of fun and Claire and I had a lot in common. "Hey
do you wanna hang out after school sometime?" it kind of fell out my mouth,
I didn't mean to say it, just think it. She smiled and blushed "Sure but I
can't today I have to go meet some people. It'll probably be boring and
I'll try to get out of it. Give me your cell and I'll text you." I realized
my request might've come off as a date request, and I'm not sure if that
was how I meant it. I left there and went to my last two classes of the
day.In music history Claire didn't sit near me so we didn't talk anymore
like I thought we would have. After the last bell of the day rang I found
Layla and we were on our way to the restaurant. About ten steps out the
door Layla stopped "What the hell? You're going to actually make me walk?"
I laughed and shook my head. I grabbed her hand and we jumped. We walked
inside the restaurant and saw a lot of familiar faces, it was a regular
hangout for people from our school. Layla saw Reese sitting in a booth and
waved and pulled me toward him, half the booth was hidden and so I was left
still wondering who my mystery date was. Layla started to walk ahead of me
and when she got to the booth she slid on the side reese was on. Great, I
thought. Now I have to sit next to a random stranger. I turned and felt my
jaw drop. Sitting there was Claire. I had an odd reaction. I started
laughing and so did Claire. "Whats so funny?" Layla and Reese asked at the
same time. And as a reaction to their unison they started laughing. It was
a fun time. Me and Claire had fun and Layla and Claire had a great time
too. Layla and Claire decided to go dress shopping since Claire had said
she saw this store that had really beautiful dresses and wasn't very
popular. As they ran out Layla whispered "meet me at my house in an hour
for the lessons." I payed for me and Layla's meal and me and Reese walked
out together. He got stopped by his friends and started talking to them. I
kept walking. When I was at the edge of the parking a lot and about to jump
home a silver Toyota four runner rode up next to me and stopped. The
passenger window was rolled down and a familiar voice asked "You want a
ride?" It was Reese. "No thanks, it's not really a far walk." I kept
walking but Reese wasn't taking no for an answer. He leaned over and opened
that passenger door. I gave in and hopped into the car. It was a silent
ride. The only sound was the radio playing. "I thought you said your house
was close, were already five miles away from the restaurant."

"Well I guess I just see distance different from other people."

"I can tell." There was an awkward silence which I decided to fill. "So are
you and Layla like an item?" he seemed hesitant to answer the question. " I
mean I think shes cool and all, but I don't really see her that way. More
as a friend." I guess he decided to direct the attention away from
himself. "How about you and my sister?"

"Don't worry I'm Gay." It kind of blurted out of my mouth. Oh god! I read
about this once in a magazine, when you blurt something embarrassing out on
a date (not that this was a date) you're supposed to direct attention away
from that topic. So I did what was natural for me, I jumped. We had just
turned on to my street anyway, we were only a couple houses away and I
landed on my doorstep. I turned and saw Reese's car come to a skidding halt
in front of my neighbors house which I took as his reaction to me being
gone. He kept driving after I guessed he had seen me on my doorstep. I took
this another step farther and jumped back into his car. His face was a mask
of shock, and he didn't say a word. I shot him a cheap smile "Ta-Da." I
said weekly.


That's the end of chapter one, I know this isn't a very sexual story but I
will be getting into that in the next chapter. Thanks for reading. And any
reader comments send to my Email Bergyfresh@yahoo.com