Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 04:51:25 +0200
From: edge23 <edge23@libero.it>
Subject: A story for us-1

Young Friends - A story for us
by edge23

The following story is all made up, fiction as it's called and only for the
pleasure and enjoyment of those legally old enough to read such stuff.
Please use caution when reading, some materials might offend. Otherwise
enjoy and feel free to e-mail feedback to edge23@libero.it .

A story for us - Chapter one

This time I wanna tell you a story about a guy like us. Simple and
romantic.

In his infancy this baby lived, like most babies, happily with his
parents. Watching soccer sit in his father's lap. The parent happily
indicated names of all players of his favourite team, promising him that
he'll enroll him, when he'd have had the proper age, at soccer.

Happy of the promise, our friend keep playing with his friends.

While he grows up it comes the age to enroll at football. The proud father,
dress him with the uniform of his most loved team and entrusted him to the
coach. During training he always tried to have fun and make new
friendships. In his group there was some "bull" guys that at the first
occasion they try to fool the girls that watchs the match on tribunes,
composed. Trainings comes every sunday morning after liturgy, when as
usually in this guy's little country, girls wears skirts and guys wears
classic pants. During trainings it was easy for that bully guys to take a
look under the skirts of the girls. Our friend, for the sudden start and to
make new friends, always followed them and while his friends hidden under
the tribunes to take a look under the skirts of the girls, he stayed hidden
to look at his friend have fun. By the way, when he gets out with his
friends in the campaign, he always take a look at his friends while they
peed. Hidden behind a tree, and, maybe for curiosity, he thank, at that
time, took a look at his friends. Back at home he refused to make a soccer
game, to play with his friend's dolls and to sing highpitch cartoons
themes. Soon he learned on memory Sailor Moon's theme song. Growing,
somethings of him changed...he left soccer and enroll on volleyball,
continuing singing cartoons themes helped by his sister and playing with
the dools. He enrolled on a dance course too. From that moment his father
changed his attitude towards him... he fooled him in front of his mother's
eyes that however defended him and begun to get away and form a wall
between them...invisible now but that then will be unpassable. Our friend
suffers from his father's choice but doesn't stop in his life path.

At the beginning of puberty he founds that he's "different". Not fisically
but emotionally.

Differently from his friends, he always loved what's is sensible and
romantic. He cried with his gals watching a movie, cried for the nice
things of life, cried for a very nice friendship, cried becouse he didn't
understand what was happening to him. He looked at guys of his class with
different eyes...he feel an automatic transport trough towards them, and
all that make them "special". He saw gals like trust friends, but isteric
ones, and even rivals...all this continued trough middle school. When he
begun High School out of his little country he begun to understand all that
he feels...and what all this means. Even becouse in that period he got his
first love...not a common one...he fell in love with one of his room
mate. Very beatiful, atletic, blonde and green eyes, funny and play
guy...He dunno how to express his love becouse his friends talked of people
like him of being ugly "things", monsters that shall never been on the
Earth. And he founds him self the next evening doing homeworks crying for
his impossible love and to fill books with phrases and confidences that
only paper can listen to...But he choose at some point of his path to speak
with his mother...he couldn't say it directly so he wrote her a letter to
her...and the caring mum understood the situation and didn't change the love
toward his son even tough his desidere to have grandsons were big...Speaking
to his father wasn't an option becouse the wall is too high to break
it...Our friend now is now on mature age, but lives his experience as a boy
that loves a guy more than himself even tough in his family it's all
ruined...


This story can be a riflession on many argoments. What do you thing? You
found yourself in this story or you had different experience?...more
complicated...or easier? Maybe i'll tell you more of the life of this
guy...

Sorry for the english but i'm italian and i'm not perfect at it.



Thanks to Giovanni (giovanniadamo85@hotmail.it) for the translation.


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