Date: Wed, 29 Mar 2017 19:44:17 +0000
From: Danny writing <danny2017writing@outlook.com>
Subject: Even If We Tried - Part 6

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In The Last Chapter: The events of the last chapter ended on a
cliff-hanger as Blake learned the identity of the sender. Sam
and Austin share a moment of intimacy, but are unsure, about
to precede or if they should.

Everything SAM believes will be tested in this chapter, let's
see how he handles himself.


Even If We Tried - Part 6

Waking shortly before 9 am on Saturday morning, I tossed and
turned as the contents of the phone call I had with Blake last
night echoed through my brain. I didn't want to believe what
he had told me. But to say the least I was happy that it
wasn't someone I thought it was. Turning onto my back I looked
up at the ceiling and sighed. Why would he do it? I had no
answers to the questions I was asking. it did not make sense.
They say to be cautious of the the people around you and keep
enemies closer. But it made no sense what so ever. I now felt
a moment of clarity, as I was not the cause of outing Austin.
Well it appeared that way, however I made a grave error in my
judgment. I had told this person a really scary piece of
information about myself. So much so that it could be used as
blackmail. In all the years, I'd known him he would have never
struck me as being this sort of person, but after a little
snooping around last night it appeared to have been true.
Yet he did make a statement when I last saw him that the both
of us were the same. Was he jealous? did I not treat him
right, like a proper friend. Most importantly did I hurt his
feelings or something. Did he like me? That was highly
unlikely however it still didn't account for the badness of
the deed he had committed. 'Why would Nash do this?' To his
own family for one. I felt scared. For myself, if he was liar
and slanderer. But I also felt scared for Austin. I felt that
I would have to be cautious around Nash from now on, I also
felt that I would have to possibly distance myself from Austin
in case Nash was to spread a rumour about me. What's the worst
that could happen, I told myself. 'He tells the entire school
that I was gay.' Which I am. Yes, but that would be social
suicide. I found my mind wandering from scenario to scenario
of the worst case imaginable. I started to get angry at
myself, 'Why did I have to be way, and why did it have to turn
out this way.' Why was I being tested?

Reaching over to my messy locker that had a mixture of
personal effects, from my headphones, loose money and a bottle
of water. I felt for the flat glassy surface of my phone. Once
I felt the familiar exterior, I grip onto the sides of the
phone and hovered it over my face in the bed.

I scrolled Facebook, and Snapchat to see what people were
saying. I felt myself starting to relax a little as my
reputation seemed to be salvageable. I wondered how my day
would turn out today. Austin would be here. He was the guy
anyone wanted to be around at the moment. Ethan didn't seem to
want to know for the most part of it, I think he cares more
about his dignity about anything else at the moment. Last but
not least Nash will be here. He seemed so casual when we last
talked. It was like he didn't even acknowledge that he outed
his cousin. I'm going to find that extremely hard to let go,
today is going to be hard to get through. I thought to myself.
Placing my phone back on the locker I lay still for a couple
of minutes of untainted silence.

Just on cue as if nothing else mattered I got my morning wood.
I could feel it rise to its full potential under the duvet.
Pressing down the blankets were my crotch would have been I
urged it to go away. But it just did not. It was persistent.
Deciding to give into temptation I pushed back my covers,
almost immediately I could see the spike emanate from my
crotch. It pressed against the fabric of my underwear and DC
comic pyjamas and felt like it was slightly straining the
erection.

Doing the next best thing I lifted my skinny ass off the bed
slightly and slid down the underwear and Pjs in one motion to
my knees. My young cock strung straight out and bobbed for a
second as I took ahold of it and started to softly push it up
and down in my hand. Each time I pushed it up and down, the
feeling of my skin retracting each time made me feel sexy.
For a brief moment in time I was forgetting all the dramas
that was going on around me.
Placing my head back on my pillow I looked up at the lattes of
the top bunk bed and kept moving my right hand to wank myself.
I was getting into a good rhythm thinking of Austin and then I
found I myself shifting between Ethan and Austin. It was the
second time that this had happened and it was becoming
uncomfortable, so I just focused on Austin. After a couple of
firm strokes I found my mind becoming mixed with undealt
emotions and feelings and soon I felt that I was losing the
will to masturbate. I started to gradually become flaccid.
I did try to keep going but I felt that it was no use and gave
up.

Sighing to myself, I said quietly to myself. 'It's my
birthday.' and chuckled at the thought.

Because the room was so silent I became aware of the faint
whispering coming from the beyond the door. That's when I
decided to pull the blankets back up over me. Because the
moment I did that my mom bashed in the door singing "Happy
birthday."

"Happy Birthday to you,
 Happy Birthday to you
 Happy BIRTHDAY DEAR SAAMM.
 Happy Birthday TOO YOU."

And with that she ended sing song, my little sister had
accompanied behind her, who also sang partly but, as you know
my sister is not really the singing type.

Mom was all smiles and she was so full of energy this morning.
She held a small colourful fairy cake with a candle in it
under my chin. Looking from the two mysterious woman in my
life I looked down to the fairy cake and blew out the candle.
Just then, mom started to ramble on about how important today
was going to be for me. She said for me to take the bun from
her, and doing so I took it from her open palm and pulled the
paper cup off and chomped down on the sugary treat.

After they left I finished off the cake and then tossed my
blankets off me and leaned out of bed. Pulling up my pyjamas
and underwear I went over towards the toilet. Stopping
directly outside the doorframe I noticed my journal, I said to
myself that I had not drew in it much over the last week. I
felt I was having withdrawal symptoms from not doing my much-
needed escape from reality. Pressing forward I headed into the
bathroom and pulled up the toilet seat and let a geyser flow.
Once I had finished shook myself I got undressed and showered.
I felt myself being more generous with the body wash and
shampoo. I lathered every on my young body and washed away the
suds and then dried quickly.

Standing in front of my wardrobe in my American appeal
underwear I looked pulled various clothes out. But I found
nothing that I was consider cute. I wanted to dress the part
of Austin. I had never found myself worrying about what I
should wear, so this was a first to me. I found myself trying
on clothes and looking at them in the full length mirror on
the back of the wardrobe door. Everything I tried on I found
myself being very critical of what I put on. 'Just because he
has money to spend, doesn't mean I have to have expensive
clothes. He noticed me in normal clothes I assured myself.'

Deciding on tan chinos, a plain white t-shirt and a sky-blue
denim shirt. I dressed quickly and looked at myself yet again
in the mirror. This time I was happy enough to say I looked
cute, well almost. I headed into the bathroom and brushed my
teeth and styled my hair. I took extra longer than usual
because I actually took the time to floss and use mouthwash.
I also styled my hair, which I became very picky at because it
wouldn't sit the right way for me at the start.

As I ate breakfast I pondered how I was going to get through
today. I had three boys that each had emotional turmoil going
on with them. I sighed, but as much as the other two lads were
of a worry. I found myself back to Austin. He was just so
goddam confusing and at the same time he was so distracting. I
had never felt this way about anyone and I looked forward to
him turning up to my party than anyone else. I'd be lying if I
said that I'd be happy with a party full of people. I think if
I just had Austin on his own, it would still turn out a fine
day for me.

While I watched, the hours pass on the clock, I helped my mom
set up some of the food and other miscellaneous components
that she had bought for the entertainment.
I set up the junk food table, as she started cooking some of
the finger food, that was to be served cold. Not long after 5
pm, Ethan was the first to arrive. He was all smiles and happy
compared to yesterday. He seemed to have got out on the right
side of bed this morning. But was that subject to change.
He handed me the colourful gift-wrapped present he had bought
for me and gave me a brotherly hug.

"Happy birthday Sam." He wished me as he smiled a radiant
smile.

"Ah, Man thanks." I offered as I took the gift from him and
put it in the living room area away from people.
By 6pm most of my friends had arrived, and everything was
going okay so far. For the most part I was enjoying myself. I
was not worrying about who was around or what was going to
happen. Ethan seemed more interactive with me today, and he
didn't seem to hold anything against. We played a couple of
part games like charades and fooled around with a balloon
bursting game, that separated us into two groups.

I felt my mood start to dwindle around 6:45, when Nash
arrived. I couldn't look at him the same way, and I think
Blake could feel that. Because he noticed me looking at him
with a sort of betrayed look. I didn't really have anything to
say to him right. I was pacing myself for what to say. I knew
I was going to say something, but I didn't know how to start.
A part of me felt a little disappointed that Austin hadn't
showed, I guess he was running late I kept assuring myself.
Because when the door bell rung around 7:15, I raced through
the house to open the door. I wanted Austin be able to see me
all dressed up, I made all this effort for him.
Pressing down on the handle of the door I swung it open, but
instead of looking at someone my size, I had to gander up a
little to see the face of the person.

"Hey doofus." A nonaccent voice said in a mainly but soft
voice. It was Johnathan. Everything about Austin went out the
window momentarily. My big brother came home for my fourteenth
birthday. I felt everything else slip away, and I reached out
for a hug and kind of tensed up for a moment, before he placed
his hand around the back of me.

"I missed you." I mumbled as I pressed against his side just
under one of his arms.

He gave a warm hearty chuckle, "I missed you too." Just liked
that he broke the protective embrace and leaned down to my
level. "How is things with you?" He asked as he looked through
my soul with his old and wise eyes.

"Everything's goods..., I glad that you came home." I said
feeling a little emotional.

"Yeah..." He whispered. "God you've gotten so tall." He
implored. Smiling at his statement I latched on his wrist and
dragged him through the house towards the kitchen.

You should have seen my mom's face light up, it was such a
happy moment to see her like that. It was almost like she was
proud that Johnathon had come home. He had turned up without
making arrangements. The only downside was that he couldn't
stay the night. But he gave me my present, which he pulled
from a large gym bag. Being my brother and all I naturally
could not wait to open the present and so I did as everyone
else gathered around the table as the sound of Ed Sheeran's,
Castle on a hill played in the background.

Tearing the paper away from the present, I looked around at
all the faces looking down at me as I sat at the kitchen table
and unwrapped the present.

When I finally got down to the product box, it was the best
present I could have asked for. My brother had gotten me a
drawing tablet with a stylus. Looking up at him I beamed an
appreciative smile and even showed my teeth little.

That's another I never really liked smiling all that much
because I have braces on my top set of teeth and it always
made me feel aware, that they were there. But as time went out
everyone started to have a bit of cake once the cake was cut.
I know I had to sit through another embarrassing happy
birthday. Only this time, the entire rooms attention was on
me. I ate some cake and mom asked me to get a spare chair from
the shed for Johnathan. He did offer to go and get it himself,
however I wanted to get it on my own to show how thankful I
was. Headed out the patio door, I felt a slight temperature
drop. It's not summer yet, but the weather has been relatively
good for this time of year.

Reaching the shed, I pulled at the deadbolt and opened the
door. Scouring around in the dimly light shed I looked for
what would appear as a chair. When I notice the familiar shape
of one protruding from behind a tarp and my bike. I just
lifted my bike out of the shed and placed it against the wall
in the backyard. Headed back into the shed I plucked up the
chair and walked with a bounce in my stride back to the house.

Giving him the chair, He pulled it up towards the kitchen
table and thanked me as he was going to try some of my
birthday cake. I also took this moment to try and get a few
pictures with my friends. Going around I asked a couple for a
picture and sure enough they stopped eating or dancing and
posed for a picture with me. I finally got to Ethan, and he
was happy enough to completely original and try something
berserk. Taking a photo beside this clown was always a
laughing show. Of course, Nash seen the fun and he wanted to
join in. I had secretly tried to avoid him all night. But I
guess this was it, I was to finally be in close proximity with
him. He slung his arm around me and asked Ethan to take a
picture of the both of. I felt myself feel a little intimated.
I'm not sure if he had felt it, I sure hope not. That would
show a weakness on my part.
But with all that said, I don't think he clued in on how I was
feeling. He didn't even seem like he had anything to say other
than asking for a picture with me.

Escaping from the Nash, I headed inside to living room where
Ethan and Blake, as well as couple other sat around cracking
jokes. Sitting down to join in. I heard Ethan saying
sarcastically over towards Blake.

"Oh Yeah, well you mother is like an oven, any nob turns her
on." Just like that everyone's faces turned red and they all
started to erupt and laugh about Ethan classic come back.
It was all well, and everything was going accordingly to plan.
Only Austin hadn't shown up. I guess I wasted my time dressing
up to impress him I thought to myself. Nash was still
conscious on my mind though, he was snake. I thought. How
could I have respected him for so long, and he'd do something
like this. But just as I felt my hopes dwindling. The doorbell
rang again, this time though I didn't get up to open the door.
It was my mom who went to answer it for me instead.

"So, any jokes?" Ethan said as he turned to me coo to his
question. Smiling nervously at him he turned back and shot
another joke at the group and everyone started to laugh like
always. But I felt myself distance everyone else and
everything in the room when I seen Austin standing in living
room door.

My mom had her hand on his shoulder, and I just became fixated
at looked directly at him. I was in a trance. The sound around
me became muffled. I could feel my heartbeat race in my head.
My ears began to ring a little. I'm getting I thought.

Just then my hearing came back, just as it would if you had
surfaced from swimming under water. The laugh soon stopped and
I could feel the glances looking my way. It put me on the
spot. It put Austin on the spot. I could not bring myself to
actually saying anything but there was. He actually does care.
He came for me, to my birthday. and my friends are sizing him
up as if he shouldn't be here. I knew it was wrong for them to
look at him this way, as if he was a disease.

Despite all the glances he was getting from his peers, he
still pushed through the awkwardness and intimidation that was
felt from the boys behind me. They didn't want him here. I
could sense it. But I was almost as if it wasn't intentional
either though.

"Hay... Hey Sam." He said breaking the silence everyone was
giving him. My mother could sense something was wrong and
encourage him to take a seat with a gentle push forward to
head on into the living. Just like that she turned to head
back out to the kitchen and talk to Johnathan. Austin just
stood their though in the doorframe, with a small present
wrapped in his hands.

He wore black Skinny jeans, and a black khaki leather jacket
with a smart blue shirt on underneath. He looked handsome I
found myself admiring his presence. There was just something
about his appearance in that moment that made him special,
more special than before, although I couldn't quite figure out
what that was.

"Hey." I finally got myself to say. He walked forward to my
shyly and handed me the present. I could feel the heat in the
room. People had an awful lot to say, but just didn't want to
say it. Glancing down at the present he had given me I looked
around the room to see was there a spare seat and there was.
It was on the three-seater sofa, between Ethan and Nash.

"You can take a seat if you want." I nervously said as I was
waiting for the rest of the room to ridicule me for inviting
him. But nobody so far dared open their mouth or usher a word.
I knew he could sense the unwelcomeness but none the less he
made his way to the seat as he stepped over Ethans sprawled
legs and sat plopped down on the sofa in the middle of the
two.

He didn't belong here I thought, Look at him he's nervous,
he's could of his comfort zone. He looked so small and fragile
just holding his knees for support as he sat forward with a
hump to his posture.

I have to say I really had to admire Ethan for his skill of
bravery because he looked over at me and then turned to Austin
and offered his hand to him. "How's things?" He said in a
nonchalant way. "Good." Austin managed as he rubbed his palms
against his knees.

That's when Jake, one of friends of two years abruptly said.
"I gotta go. I don't feel comfortable with him here.

He looked around the room for support from anyone else who was
willing to give it. That's when Blake stood up as said "Yeah
man, why did you invite him." In a hurt tone.

I felt myself starting to lose the control on the situation.
Before I knew it had another person stand up and join the
small little protest in my living room. Ethan and Nash just
sat through the little demonstration as if nothing was
happing. I swear I could have leapt of the chair and broke
Nash's jaw at this moment. Because I felt the pressure build
and build and build. I was becoming a laughing stock for
choosing who I wanted to be friends with.

Austin looked like he was on the verge of crying though and I
had nothing to over, the trio that was standing in the middle
of the room were making a scene. Nash didn't even bother to
stand up for his cousin. That's not family, that's just evil.
I sure as hell would stand up for my cousin, like it was my
brother. But what really stabbed me was when Ethan stood up.

"I'm going to go Sam. I don't want to be here when a fight
breaks out." in a soft voice.

Fight? What fight. No one's going to be fighting. I felt my
heart mellow for Austin when he stood up and said "I'll go
Sam. The way he says it was so casual though, he looked hurt
but... He seemed to have been doing this for me. That was not
right.

"No, you're staying." I insisted.

Just like that, He pushed past me and left me standing in the
living room with the angry mob. "Your all assholes." I said
angrily before turning to follow Austin who was on the small
pathway leading out onto the curb by the time I got to the
front door.

"Hunny what's wrong?" Mom asked as I rushed through the
kitchen and ran down the driveway after the slumped and
delicate silhouette that was being shrouded by the night-time.

"Please stay." I said as I clung onto his leather jacket.
He turned to look at me and I noticed the small patch below
his right eyes looked slightly wet. I felt my eyes move
uncontrollably in my head trying to figure out what to say to
him, I was trying to figure out what he wanted to say to me. I
wanted to know what he was thinking. I knew that a dumb
question because I knew what he was thinking. He had just got
chucked out of a party.

"Your friends don't me here." He said lowly. He was so small
in that moment, that I felt if anyone shouted at him he'd just
fall apart and start crying. God, he was so perfect, but so
insecure, and miss treated by people like me.

That's when I noticed the white car behind him. Just like a
camera would do I looked over his shoulder and looked into the
distance. A man sat in the car looking out towards the two of
us.

"Maybe, its not a good idea to hang out with me." He sniffled
and turned and pulled away from my grip I had on him. He
walked to remainder of the distance to the car and got it.

While I watched, him put on his seatbelt I stood frozen to the
spot, I HATED myself, I HATED THE PEOPLE THAT WAS INSIDE MY
HOUSE. Well not my mom or Johnathan. Just like I knew I had
words to say to Nash now. In fact, I had words to say to all
of them. Before I could decide what, I wanted to do. Austin's
car pulled away and drove off up the street. By the time, I
realized I had something to say I ran out on the middle of
street looking at the car taillights disappear.

"FUCK." I shouted.

I then heard the small amount of laugher converge from my
house. The boys all came out as a group, happy as they could
be. Except Ethan. By this time my mom was out in the front
garden to. She looked on, not knowing what was wrong but, she
didn't want to interfere until she knew what she was dealing
with.

Then everything else stopped mattering. I seen Nash smugly
laughing at Blake who was taking about a fucking video game.
'A game are you serious, you just hurt someone's feelings and
you're talking about games. What is wrong you, what's wrong
with them.' Ethan veered off from the main group as he seen me
closing fast towards Nash. "Sam." Ethan called with a hint of
worry.

Just like I shoved Nash so hard that he fell backwards onto
the red brick that ran up the centre of our lawn from the
sideway. "What the fuck?" He said as he looked back up at me.
He angrily got back up quickly, shoved me back.

"Your bastard, you know that." I shouted at him sternly.

"Pff..., Says the one without a dad."

Just like I lost it and was about to punch him into the face,
when Ethan grabbed my punch and my mom got in between both of
us.

"Okay boys I think it's time to head home." She with
authority.

"Your dead." Nash coldly stated as two others heled onto him
as they walked him up the path towards the sideway.

I knew I wasn't finished and pushed away from Ethan to get my
last words in. I half shouted out of breath "Your prick, how
could you do that to you cousin."
Just like that he had nothing to say, he just kept walking.
I watched as the yard cleared out rather quickly.
Ethan was still by my side. He didn't leave.

"Are we cool." He said looking at me in earnest.

I just couldn't look at him. but I did manage to say "I guess
so." Because of the long history, we both had together and
with that started heading for the door. What a wonderful night
this was I thought to myself.

Ethan must have started to walk up the driveway, but that's
when my mom said to him "Ethan wait, I'll drive you home."
She wouldn't take no for an answer and he just accepted
finally after a couple moments of awkward silence, she got her
coat and keys, and drove off in the car with him.

While back inside, the messy leftovers of the party were
evident. Sitting at the kitchen take with nothing to really
say. Johnathan just looked on.

"Samster." He cooed in a stupid way. But he still meant it in
a genuine way.

"What." I croaked as I felt the effects from screaming make my
voice horse.

"Anything on your mind little man." He asked.

"Just trouble." I said dryly.

"Really." He said appearing to want to know more.

"I mean why did Nash have to out Austin. I like him and I
won't be able to tell him that because everyone doesn't want
to be associated with him now." I caught myself before I said
anymore and looked away embarrassed.

"Sounds deep." He offered. Just like that he looked across the
table as our eyes met. In the warmest tone, I have ever heard
my brother say he offered what he thought he knew about love.

"Look little bro. I can only speak from experience with girls.
But if you love someone, you should let them know. It's not
every day you get a chance to tell them that. If you love this
guy, then what are you doing sitting here with my ugly ass."

I pondered with what he had said. Was he telling me to sneak
out. I had so many thoughts running through my head. Tears had
started to flow out the minute I sat down at the table and I
was unaware of how miserable I looked. I had no idea I was
crying until now.

"You think" I asked looking for insurance for my role model.

"Tell you what." He said with a charming ring to his voice.

"How about you go and clean your ugly face up." As he smiled
and gently wiped the wetness from under my eyes with his palm.

"And I'll clean up the house. I won't tell mom you took a late
night adventure to the fridge, if you get my drift."

Giving him a grateful nod, I got up from the table and made my
way to the toilet. Leaving the room, I could hear him start to
do some of the cleaning. Locking the door behind me I let a
breath of relieve out as I held onto the sink for support.

Looking directly into the mirror that was on the wall, I
wisped someone of the tears away from under my eyes. I felt
myself feel so pressured and back into a corner. Dropping the
toilet lid I sat down on the toilet and placed my hands on my
knees as I thought of what to say, to Austin I mean.

If I was him I wouldn't want anything to do with me, I'm so
messed up. I thought as I ran my fingers through my messy hair
to try and relieve some pressure that was building up in
there. That's when I heard the door front door open and mom
holler "I'm back." just like that she hastily ran up the
stairs as I could hair every step she took above me since the
bathroom was under the stairs. Sighing as I stood up, I turned
on the cold facet and placed my hand together just under it. I
felt my hand dislike the coolness of the water the moment I
put them under the flow. Pacing myself for what was to come
next I splashed the water over my face. The moment was so
mesmerising that I felt like I was free for a moment. But then
I felt the feelings coming back. Looking back up in the mirror
I assured myself, this is it. I have to tell him, I have to
stand for him. I'm no longer a baby, maybe coward sometimes
but not a baby.

Grabbing the towel, I dried my face and then looking through
the contacts on my phone and clicked on Austin's name. I wrote
an entire paragraph worth of an apology. But apologies have
never been my weak points. Just like that I erased it all and
started again. I thought for a couple of moments. I decided
that I'd just keep it simple, I didn't want to complicate
anything. 'Yes, Sam Keep it simple, the little voice inside me
agreed. But like is not simple the other part of me said.'

I typed slowly "Can we meet. I'm really sorry." and hesitated
for a moment. Giving myself a boost of confidence I hit send
put the phone back into my pocket as quick as I had sent it. I
was half afraid that he messages back right away and I did not
want to have to see the words no as his answer, that would
crush me. Just like that though I wanted to see what his
answer was going to be, if I got one that is.

Unlocking the door, I slowly back out into the hallway as mom
was coming back down the stairs. "Kitchen! Now!" She said with
annoyance to her voice when she seen me.

Afraid of what was to come next I took a seat at the head of
the table, Johnathan was still cleaning up a little in the
sitting room, when mom sat down at the table with me.
I was waiting for my corporal punishment to be handed out, I
was waiting to hear how I was going to be grounded. I wondered
what form of torture I was going to get. Was she going to cut
the internet off, take my PlayStation, not let me see my
friends for a day or two. That's if I have any left from
tonight.

"Sam, you know I don't like you fighting." She said with a
disappointed gaze.

I felt disappointed to but I couldn't just sit that out. It
was irritating me. It hurt me. Drawing up what to say I said.

"I know..., he's a bully though."

"so, if he's a bully it's okay fight?  that doesn't make it
okay to lash out Sam. you know your better than that."

"I know, but I was protecting me, and Austin." I said talking
into myself as I didn't feel confident discussing this.

"Austin...?" She asked. "The boy that left before everyone
else."

With the nod of me head she understood.
A moment of silence was heard and I just started to crave the
silence. It was so nice.

"Okay hunny. Go own head on up and get ready for bed." She
still showing a small bit of authority but letting her guard
down ever so slight.

Standing up from the kitchen I table, Johnathan announced he
needed to head back to the university because he had an music
event to attend to tomorrow. With a kiss from my mom and a hug
from me, we both walked him to the front door.
Standing on the door stead we watched him get into his small
beat up car. I watched on as I seen him back out of the
driveway and onto the road and pull up against the curb before
rolling down his window. "Sam." He called and with that I
looked up to mom and out to him, with a nod from mom I ran
down the driveway toward the open window. Slowing as I got to
the car he smiled at me the only way I know he could.

"I'm proud of man. For sticking for someone. Just call if you
need advice... Ever!" He said in enthusiastic but nurturing
tone.

Holding his hand out the window, he waited for me to slap his
hand as he always used to when I was younger. Just like that
smiled at him coyly and slapped his hand as he pressed down
and gas and drove off down the street with two honks from the
horn. Just like that everything became silent again.

Finding myself back upstairs I sat on the edge of my bed, I
knew mom had told me to get ready for bed. But something told
me not to get ready some untold reason. I paced around my room
as I waited for a message from Austin. The message was opened
about fifteen minutes ago and I started to fear the worse.
I felt like I had lost him.

Mom had said goodnight and retired early, and so did Lauran
for the most part. It was just me and my thoughts that kept me
up. I moved from location to location getting inpatient.
that's when I heard the DING! OMG I though he messaged me, he
messaged my stupid ass back. With that I shot from my desk and
grabbed my phone with was lying on my bed. I felt so happy
when I read the contents of the message. I knew I had stead up
for the right reason. The message said

"Sent at 12:21 am" "Where and When?"

Just like I became love struck again and I felt all the
feelings of guilt and remorse soon turn to ones that meant
well. I wanted mend this, I wanted to make it work.

Running through the locations in my head I thought of what
would be a good halfway point. Everyplace I thought of seemed
stupid but I thought of the school, which was halfway. But
where would we go after that. I thought for a couple of
minutes and felt I had the ideal place to go.

Thumbing the "The School at 1am" into the text log, I sent it
and after a few seconds he said "okay." Nothing else was said
other than that before after a couple of minutes of silence I
took that as a hint. It was all he had to say to me at the
moment.
Rushing into my bathroom, I fixed my hair, brushed my teeth
and headed downstairs quietly. Standing the dark kitchen, I
plucked up my schoolbag and put the contents of the bag on the
kitchen table and went to the fridge. I wanted Austin to have
some of my cake, at least he could have said he came to my
party. 'That's crappy I scolded at myself.' Anyway, I packed
the cake into a lunch box and put it in the bag with to cans
of coke cola. I made my way towards the patio door, grabbed my
blue parka off the chair. Unlocked the door and headed out
onto the patio slabs. Closing it behind me I ran the small
distance to the bottom of the garden and pulled my BMX away
from the wall outside the shed. Thank god mom did not put the
bike back in I found myself thankful for that moment.

Wheeling the bike down the side entrance I hitched the side
door open and propped it as I headed out to the front yard.
Looking around the misty silent street, I got onto my bike and
pushed away onto the sideway avoiding mom's car in the
driveway.

As I peddled, I felt an adrenaline kick in that I had never
really felt before. I had snuck out. I can't believe it but I
actually did it. I couldn't wait to see Austin as I peddled
the deserted streets at 12:45 am. I was love struck.

The End Of Part 6

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