Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2011 22:46:00 -0500
From: Cy-kun <cysanonymouslyanonymousemail@gmail.com>
Subject: Everything Will Turn Out Alright Part 12

Disclaimer: Even though you're gonna do it anyway don't read this unless
you're of legal age and this type of thing isn't outlawed where you
live. If you object to reading about sex and love between young boys then
this isn't for you. I'd still love to know why you're here
though. Copyrighted material that may be mentioned is owned by the people
who own it and I am not one of them. All of this is fictional, fake, and
never happened.


Introduction: So. Cliffhangers not too popular, huh? ^_^;; Well I'm pretty
sure you all wanna know how that whole thing turns out right? Well you
can't.  I think we should get some backstory so instead this chapter will
be all about Nate's relationship with his elderly neighbor back in
Alaska. It will be a heartwarming tale of love and triumph and it may even
answer the burning question of why Nate likes Star Wars. Or, you know, I'm
just a filthy liar. lol. Oh come on it's not like anyone reads these
intro's anyway! Alright, alright, I'm done being stupid. Here we
go. Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, I gave you, chapter
12.

	-Cy ----------------------------------------


	You know, it's funny the way the mind works sometimes. You would
think that with the way the subconscious is portrayed in movies and books
that it would automatically know how to react in stressful situations, even
if you yourself have no idea. A perfect solution should pop into your head
as if from nowhere and, without any thought on your part, your body would
react exactly the way it's supposed to and you'd come back to your senses
to find the situation resolved. Well, let me let you in on a little secret.

	That's fucking bullshit.

	In fact, I'd go so far as to say that not only is that fucking
bullshit but the mind is actually less qualified to deal with stress than
the body.

	Allow me to elaborate.

	You see, after I heard the words "Hello, faggot" being spoken by
the one person in the world, or at least in the bathroom with me right
then, that I could say would want to literally KILL me the very first thing
that popped into my mind was 'That was nice of him to say hi'. My body on
the other hand reacted in a manner much more appropriate to the situation.

	It locked up and promptly tried to piss itself.

	I don't think I'd ever in my life been more glad to have just peed
because I could actually FEEL my bladder implode in an attempt to push out
any last drop that might be in there. It was like my body was trying to
take the first step in making me look as pathetic as possible in the hope
that the hulking shadow of rage and hate behind me might take pity on me
and only maim me a bit instead of actually finishing me off. I'm pretty
sure step two would include tears and maybe a bit of begging but sadly my
body did too good of a job in the earlier 'locking up' phase and I couldn't
have opened my mouth to save my life.

	Not that it would do any good anyway.

	I was pretty sure that I was living my last moments, or at least my
last moments where I was able to feel anything from the neck down. It was
kind of pathetic that my last sight would be the off white tiles on the
bathroom walls. Isn't my life supposed to flash before my eyes in
situations like this? I'd much rather be reliving a Vicky moment or a
moment of my family before my parents got divorced or one of me and Jason's
semi-rare meaningful conversations. Hell, I'd rather be reliving the time I
got locked outside my house during the middle of winter in Alaska and had
to spend three hours trying not to catch hypothermia than staring at these
goddamn tiles waiting to die.

	I think it was my sudden hatred of the bathroom wall plus the
sudden realization that it had been fifteen seconds since Skip spoke and I
still hadn't felt any fists or feet come into contact with my body that
finally broke my little freeze up thing and I decided that I'd much rather
see it coming than continue to stare at the wall waiting to die. I slowly
managed to turn around.

	The first thing I noticed when I was finally face to face with the
boy who was most likely going to end my life was how goddamn INTIMIDATING
he was up close. I'd never really taken the time to actually study him up
close before, most of our previous interactions being him shoving me out of
his way in the halls, but even though he was only about two or three inches
taller than me, shorter than Jason really, he seemed to tower over me. He
was pretty, well, I guess stocky would be the best word. Wide, but not
built or anything. That's not to say he didn't have muscle but it was
hidden under a thin, very out of place layer of boyish baby fat. Honestly,
he might have been halfway decent to look at if his face wasn't screwed up
in an expression that radiated rage and promised pain.

	He didn't move yet, he just kept glaring at me. In some ways that
was worse than if he had started wailing away at me. It made me think he
was planning out the best way to cause as much pain as possible. Or maybe
he was just trying to figure out where he could hide the body.

	I'm not sure how long we stared at each other without moving. It
felt like at least three eternities but it couldn't have been more than
thirty seconds or so because the bell still hadn't rung yet. I've never
really been all that patient, as has been pretty well documented I think,
and even though I was pretty much waiting for the worst, and possibly last,
beating of my life all I could think was "just get it over with already!"
It was actually a relief when he cracked his knuckles and started
wordlessly moving towards me.

	Now, if this was a book or a movie this is usually the part where
I'd use my secret karate skills and wipe the floor with him thus striking a
blow against the tyranny of bullies for oppressed kids everywhere. Or
somebody bigger and tougher than Skip would walk in and stop him from
killing me. Or maybe my undeveloped super power would kick in and I'd throw
him across the bathroom with a concussion blast or a mind bullet or
something. Sadly, this is real life, and while I'd love to say that I went
one on one with the great one and in the end I was the one left standing
due to my strength or my fighting skills, that's not quite the way this
worked out.

	As he walked towards me I moved back as far as I could until I was
pressed up against the urinal. This was it. Again I thought this would be a
perfect moment for my life to flash before my eyes but, nope, still
nothing. Instead time seemed to slow down. Great, now the ten seconds
before I got my ass kicked would seem like ten minutes. Thanks a lot
subconscious!

	He was now right in front of me, glaring at me with a mixture of
hate and anticipation. He cocked his right fist back so it was level with
his ear and paused. It wasn't hesitation or him having second thoughts
about putting his fist through my skull but a way to intimidate me, to let
the fear build up as I anticipated the first punch of what would no doubt
be many. It worked.

	It worked too well.

	Time came crashing back and all at once the slow build up of fear
turned into blind panic. I regained full control of my body for a split
second only to lose it again as the panic took over. Without even realizing
it I kicked out, more of a flail really, and, in what is probably the
biggest proof of the existence of some kind of 'higher power' that I'll
ever experience in my entire life, the very tip of my sneaker covered foot
somehow made direct contact with the balls of Skip Williams.

	It was seriously a one in a million shot. Have you ever tried to
kick someone in the nuts? It's not as easy as it seems in the movies. The
body automatically reacts to any kick aimed at the crotch area by twisting
out of the way and bringing the thighs together. Even if you manage to
somehow kick at someone with terrible reflex's and they don't twist away
you have to connect with the tip of your foot or else risk hitting the
person's ass.

	Hey, I may not have any fighting skills or experience, but I've
been trying on and off to kick Jason in the balls for years so I've become
kind of an expert on the subject. In fact, that's probably why that kick
was the first thing my panic filled body tried to do. It's the one fighting
move it was used to.

	Luckily, it was a pretty effective one.

	After my foot connected he was actually LIFTED into the air
slightly so that he was standing on his toes for just a second. His eyes
bulged almost cartoonishly out of his head and with a small exhalation and
what I swear was a tiny "eep" sound he COLLAPSED into a moaning,
pain-filled heap on the floor.

	I probably should have ran. I mean, I'm not trapped anymore and
he's certainly not going to be following me anytime soon so I should be
halfway down the hall crying tears of relief that I'm not a bloody stain on
the wall right now. The problem was I was too shocked to move.

	I just won a fight with Skip Williams.

	Not much of a fight, really.  Certainly not an epic confrontation
complete with villain speeches, super fast martial arts and three different
final forms, but it WAS a fight. He was throwing a punch and I knocked him
out before he could land a single blow. That counts and I won.

	David killed Goliath.

	Scipio defeated Hannibal.

	Ali KO'd Foreman.

	Nathan Ellis kicked Skip Williams in the balls.

	Can you really blame me for wanting to drink that in for a bit?

	I stood there enjoying the feeling of being a TOTAL BADASS for a
few minutes too long though because just then the door opened and two guys
walked in. Once again time slowed down and I saw everything with the kind
of picture perfect clarity that I'd been praying for earlier. The world
seemed to freeze as I took in every detail. Skip on the floor, moaning and
holding his crotch. Me with my back still against the wall, pants
unbuttoned from before and a look of shock still on my face. The two boys,
both in my grade, stopped short to stare at the scene before them. My
subconscious, which had failed me so horribly just minutes ago, seemed to
be trying to make up for leaving me high and dry because with a sudden
flash of insight I had the answer to the 'Skip Problem'.

	I knew how I could destroy him.

	The problem was I wasn't sure I wanted to. He was an asshole and a
bully and I didn't think he'd ever done anything in his life to make him
worthy of mercy but, at heart, I wasn't a cruel person. I didn't take
pleasure in ruining other peoples lives. And make no mistake, if I did what
popped into my head I would be ruining his life, in a way that would even
go beyond what might have happened to Vicky and me if we didn't have
fangirl protection. I didn't think I could knowingly do that to anyone. I
would have left right then if another thought didn't pop into my head a
split second later.

	What if it had been Vicky instead of me?

	It could have been. Easily. Maybe not in this bathroom and maybe
not today but it could have happened. Could Vicky have done what I did? Or
would he have been beaten within an inch of his life and maybe one step
beyond? I didn't know. And as always the not knowing was the thing that
tore me up. I'd like to say that I made my decision after careful thought
and analysis but my mind was made up the second the first image of Vicky
standing five feet away from Skip Williams in a deserted bathroom came into
my head.

	 I was never all that good at lying, just ask my mom. I was
especially terrible at while I was under any kind of stress or if I was
afraid but the same little subconscious voice that was telling me that this
spur of the moment plan would work was telling me that I could pull this
off. That I could make this lie believable.

	 Time once again came crashing back as I screwed my face up into
what I hoped was an expression of outrage, disgust and fear. I pretended
not to notice that there was anyone else in the bathroom but me and Skip.

	"Don't you EVER fucking touch me again you piece of SHIT!" I yelled
at Skip. My voice cracked a bit. Good, that would add to the effect. "I'm
never going to do that with you! NEVER! So keep your fucking hands OFF ME!"

	I looked over at the two boys standing in by the doorway with
expressions of open mouthed shock on their faces and pretended that I just
noticed them. I stared at them with my own, less genuine but hopefully
convincing, look of shock on my face. I saw them look at my unbuttoned
pants, to Skip's crumpled moaning body, to my face and back to Skip. When I
was as sure as I could be that they got the message I was trying to send I
sucked in a breath that hitched in my throat. "Oh shit." I squeaked. I
immediately closed my eyes like I was trying to hold back tears, ran
towards the door, pushed past the still speechless boys and took off down
the hall. I didn't stop until I was around the nearest corner and out of
the line of sight of anyone that might have come out of the bathroom.

	The hallway was deserted as the bell finally rang. I let out a
short sigh of relief that was quickly followed by a quiet, giddy laugh. I
did it. With a few shouts and looks I had completely and utterly destroyed
the reputation of the most feared kid in school. Well, I guess that hadn't
happened yet, but as sure as I'd ever known anything in my life I knew
that's what would happen. Everything just clicked together perfectly. I
knew that one of those boys, I'm pretty sure his name was Andrew, was on
the lacrosse team and was dating probably the biggest gossip in the entire
school. She also happened to be in that original group of girls from last
Friday. By the end of the day the "truth" of how Skip Williams tried to
force himself on one of the 'protected' gay kids and ended up getting his
ass kicked by said kid would be all over school.

	When that happened I don't think even the words "open season" would
describe how much shit is gonna come down on his head.

	I walked to my next class with my earlier visions of Vicky's
swollen and bleeding face replaced with ones of Skip getting his ass kicked
by every guy in school that was even slightly interested in scoring some
points with a fangirl. Not to mention all the people who would want revenge
for all the shit he put them through over the years now that he'd end up
being abandoned by his ever present flock of lackey friends would be able
to get it. I've gotta say as far as visions go that one was a trade up.

	It wasn't until I got to class (surprisingly I didn't miss the five
minute buffer) that I realized that I left my books back in the bathroom. I
silently cursed to myself but realized that it was probably for the
best. Leaving them behind would definitely sell my "terrified and ashamed"
act. I was sitting at my desk trying to think up a good excuse for not
having my books with me when someone stopped next to my and put something
down on the desk in front of me. Two somethings actually. My books. I
looked up at the person standing next to me and found myself looking into
the eyes of the other boy from the bathroom, the one that wasn't
Andrew....or Anthony....Anthony actually sounded like it fit better now. So
this guy was not Anthony.

	"Um, thanks." I said. I didn't have to fake my confusion or
surprise. Not only did I not expect anyone to ever bring me books that I
left behind but I had no idea this guy was even in my class. I really,
REALLY, need to start paying attention to people.

	"No problem." he said. "Are you ok? That was...."

	"I don't wanna talk about it." I said quietly and was a bit
surprised to find that I wasn't lying. Back in the bathroom I knew exactly
what to say and how to act to get the result I wanted but now that I was
out of that situation I had no idea what to say or do. My little voice was
silent. It was more than that though, I was also starting to feel something
other than satisfaction and amusement about what I'd done. I don't know
what the feeling was, it wasn't a good feeling, but it sure as hell wasn't
regret.

	Nope, not even close.....

	"I get it." the guy said and gave me a slight smile. "Just, well,
don't worry ok? Trust me that won't be happening again." His voice sounded
hard when he said that last part. Then he actually reached over and gave me
a reassuring pat on the shoulder before going over to his seat. It might
have been my imagination but I could have sworn that his knuckles were a
bit red.

	Almost like they'd been hitting something.

	Again there was that feeling. The one that totally wasn't
regret. This was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to hurt, physically
and emotionally, for what he could have, WOULD have, done to my Vicky. I
wanted to make sure he was too busy dealing with all the people that were
going to want to kick his ass to even think about coming near either of us
again.

	So now that it was apparently starting why couldn't I feel happy
about it?

	Maybe that feeling, that still wasn't any kind of regret, was just
me being worried that this whole thing might get blown out of proportion. I
knew how rumors worked. A guy could get taken to the hospital for stitches
after cutting his finger open on the paper cutter during art class in first
period and by fifth period everyone would be talking about how he cut his
entire hand off and that their friend had a friend who got covered with the
blood spraying from the stump. What if me being almost 'assaulted' in the
bathroom turned into me getting brutalized and beaten to a pulp? What if
THAT rumor reached Vicky before I had a chance to tell him what happened?

	Well, if I wasn't panicking about that before I sure as hell was
now.

	I had to literally hold onto the desk to keep myself from running
out of the classroom to find Vicky before any stories or rumors could. Even
though I knew that there was no way something that happened mostly in
private less than ten minutes ago could have made it's way around the
school by now all I could think about was Vicky sitting in class
overhearing a horribly exaggerated version of what happened and completely
freaking out. Or having a heart attack and dying. Or pulling out a death
ray and slaughtering half the school. Or about a million more ridiculous
yet, to me, completely possible scenarios.

	This class went even slower than the one before lunch. I swear to
every God that ever existed that the second hand went backwards at least
thirteen times and the minute hand went back at least twice. Instead of
wanting to see time fly I was having fantasies about tying time up to a
chair and beating it senseless with a rusty chain.

	For someone who doesn't like being cruel I sure have some violent
fantasies.

	Finally the bell rang, on time even, and I was out of my seat and
out the door. I remembered my books this time.

	I'm not sure why I was running. Vicky wasn't in my next class and I
knew I wouldn't see him until the end of the day but maybe if I got there
faster it would end sooner. Hey, it could work!

	It didn't.

	If anything it made class longer because I had to sit and wait for
the period to START before I could wait for it to finish. All through that
period the feeling grew. What made it worse was that I KNEW it was stupid
and I KNEW that Vicky wasn't somewhere freaking out because of what he
heard happened to me but I just couldn't stop thinking about it. My
imagination took over and no matter how much I tried to tell myself there
was nothing to worry about by the time class ended I was almost having a
full blown panic attack.

	When the bell rang I once again ran out of class but apparently I
wasn't the only student in school who wanted to get their Monday over as
quickly as possibly because the halls quickly filled with laughing,
shouting, annoyingly corporeal kids. Why the hell wouldn't they MOVE?
Didn't they know I had an imaginary crisis on my hands!?

	I finally made it to my locker. I didn't even bother waiting around
for Vicky, I needed to see him in the worst way so of course he already got
his stuff together and was waiting for me outside, probably in the last
place I'd look for him. That's just the way these things worked.

	I started to quickly shove my books and binders into my bag when I
suddenly stopped and realized that I had no idea what I needed to take home
with me. With everything that had been going on or that I'd been worried
about going on I never actually paid any attention to what I had for
homework. I noticed several people staring at me but I was pretty sure that
was only because I couldn't stop laughing. I mean, I'd almost punched a kid
out, held hands with my boyfriend in the middle of the hall, found out that
I was basically being protected by a bunch of girls, KISSED my boyfriend in
the middle of the hall and won a fight with the toughest kid in school but
the thing that completely floors me is that I had no idea what my homework
was? It was hilarious! Absolutely hilarious.

	Ok, so maybe this is another one of those things that you had to be
there for.

	It took me a minute but finally my irrational fears about Vicky
pushed themselves past my amusement and I was able to stop laughing and get
my stuff together. I still had no idea what I needed so I just threw a few
random books and a binder in there so it would at least look like I
intended to do my work. Somehow I doubt my mom would appreciate me coming
home with an empty bookbag.

	As I left the school the panic was back in full force and I was
half expecting......actually I have NO IDEA what I was expecting, my mind
had stopped imagining specific scenarios and instead just started feeding
me this constant feeling of SOMETHING BAD. I couldn't decide if that was
better or worse than what I was thinking about before.

	Like I thought, Vicky was already outside. Unlike I thought, he
wasn't in the last place I looked for him. He was waiting right outside the
school on the steps for me. I felt the tension and fear and panic flow out
of my body as our eyes met and instead of......doing something bad....he
smiled at me and calmly walked over.

	"Hey..." he trailed off and frowned slightly. "You ok?"

	"Yeah, I'm fine." I smiled. I know, I know! The entire reason I was
freaking out was because I thought that a wildly exaggerated version of my
lie about what happened in the bathroom would get to him before I could
explain what really happened so I should have been explaining it
but......in the second or two before he saw me he just looked
so....content...waiting there. It was like he was never even remotely
stressed about today and everything was just totally normal. Like waiting
on the stairs for his boyfriend to walk out so he could greet him with a
smile was the most normal thing ever. He looked happy, things were the way
they were supposed to be and I didn't want to risk ruining that.

	That wasn't the only reason though. Once my fear and panic left I
still had that other feeling. The one that wasn't in any way regret. I
didn't want it and something told me that Vicky might have his own feelings
on what I did, some that might even be regret, and I really didn't want to
bring him down. I'm not sure why I thought that. If anything you'd probably
think he'd be thrilled that he might not have to worry about Skip anymore
but he never really seemed all that worried in the first place and.....I
was thinking too much. I'd tell him later before he left my house. I'd have
to or else I'd just go back to worrying about him hearing something
again. But for right now, I just wanted to enjoy being with him.

	"You sure?" he asked. "You seem....off."

	I let out a laugh that I really hoped didn't sound forced. "Yeah
I'm cool. Well, maybe a little 'stage fright' about our kiss..." I hated
lying to Vicky even indirectly. I WAS a little nervous about that but it
obviously wasn't what was bothering me. Vicky seemed to buy it though and
somehow that made me feel worse.

	"Don't worry about it. I happen to know that your co-star is an
amazing kisser so even if you completely suck he can cover for you." Vicky
flashed me a teasing grin.

	"Oh really?" I asked with mock surprise. I was actually surprised
to find that I didn't have to fake being in a joking mood around
Vicky. Despite feeling bad about breaking my promise not to lie to him I
couldn't help letting his smile make me feel good. "Have you been making
out with him behind my back?"

	"No, but I've watched while he was making out with you and with the
way you moan and pull him close there's no way he can be anything other
than an amazing kisser." Vicky fake pouted. "I'm kind of jealous."

	"When you come over later I could maybe show you some of the tricks
he taught me. He does this awesome twisty thing with his tongue that I know
you'll love." I said with a grin.

	"I think I'm more interested in the way you whimper when he nibbles
on your bottom lip. I'd love to hear that up close." Vicky gave me the same
grin I was giving him but somehow managed to make it ten times
sexier. Still, he was wrong. I do not whimper.

	"I do not whimper." I pouted. A real pout by the way.

	"You totally do." he shot back. "Every. Single. Time." He squinted
seductively as he said this. I seriously never thought a squint could be
seductive but Vicky managed it, easily. I should stop being surprised at
things like that. He could probably make sea sickness sexy. It's safe to
say that by now I'd all but forgotten about any other problems I might be
having.

	"I do not." Sexy or not I do NOT whimper. I moan, I groan, I beg
for him to go harder or faster but I do not whimper, squeal or, god forbid,
squee.

	"You so do! Next time I'm gonna record it and play it back for
you."

	"You...wanna video tape us?" I asked with a surprised smile.

	Vicky tried to hide it but I could see his cheeks start to turn red
when he realized what he has suggested. "Well, no, I meant, like, you know,
audio or something...just shut up." He was full on blushing now. I couldn't
help but giggle. It was nice to see that his innocence wasn't totally in
his looks. Although now that the thought was in my head I was kinda getting
a little turned on by it. Maybe I could talk him into it......

	No. With my luck it'd end up on the internet before we were even
finished recording. Best not to tempt fate.

	"You're cute when you're embarrassed." I said.

	"You're not shutting up." Vicky stuck his tongue out at me.

	"You're not doing anything to make me."

	Considering what happened the last time I said something like that
I'm not sure if I was annoyed or relieved when Michelle interrupted us.

	"Hey! Nate! Vicky! Over here!" she said as she ran up to
us. Seriously, who says 'over here' as they're less than ten feet away
running towards you? "You aren't, like, trying to skip out on us are you?"
she said when she finally reached us.

	"No-" I started but she grabbed us both by the wrist and started
dragging us over to the grassy area by the side of the school.

	"Hey!" Vicky yelled and tried to break free. He couldn't.

	"Let go!" I yelled and tried to break free. I couldn't.

	Damn, people that thin and female should not have grips this
strong.

	"Shit." I heard Vicky say softly and I assumed that he was thinking
along the same lines I was but, well, you know what adults who think
they're being clever say about assumptions, right? If I wasn't so focused
on staring at Michelle's hand and wrist trying to figure out the secret to
her death grip of doom I would have noticed sooner. As it was I didn't look
away until Michelle stopped dragging us and I looked up to see where we
were.

	 As I expected we were pretty much in the exact same place we were
on Friday. Off to the side of the school where, for some reason, people
don't seem to ever hang out. Everything was exactly like it was that day,
the same grass, the same slight breeze, the same cloudless sky.

	The only thing that was different was the TWENTY FUCKING GIRLS
standing around looking at us expectantly.

	"Jesus fucking Christ Michelle!" I screamed. "What the hell
happened to 'only the people at our table'? I told you! That was a rule!
You...you can't break rules! That's why they're called rules!"

	Ok so maybe I was freaking out a little more than normal but TWENTY
girls? That's more than there was on Friday for fuck's sake! How the hell
do you go out and find TWENTY girls that wanna watch two guys kiss in less
than two hours with most of that time being spent IN CLASS!?

	"Hey!" Michelle yelled back and actually had the balls to sound
indignant. "I'm not the one who told everybody!"

	"Bull." I said simply. "You couldn't even keep your mouth shut for
more than twenty seconds after we left the cafeteria."

	"I just, like, reminded you! I never said anything about what you
were gonna be doing."

	"You could have said something to someone after that."

	"Yeah, but I didn't. Seriously, I've been totally waiting for this
all weekend do you think I'd do ANYTHING to screw it up?" she put her hands
on her hips and cocked her eyebrow like this was the most airtight argument
she could have possibly given.

	And, dammit, it was pretty convincing. I still thought this had to
be her fault somehow. She just seemed like a troublemaker. For me anyway.

	"So who said something?" Vicky asked. Once again he was the only
one asking the sensible questions while all I wanted to do was yell. I'm
beginning to think I might have a small anger problem.

	"I dunno. Maybe it was Jason. He's always trying to embarrass you
right?" Michelle answered.

	"What? No." I said. "Well, I mean yeah he usually is but he knows
what lines not to cross....sometimes...besides there's no way he's gonna go
around the school telling people that two guys are gonna be kissing. He
wouldn't wanna have any part of this even if it would humiliate me." I put
my hands on my hips (no eyebrow cock though, remember, I can't do that) and
tried to imitate Michelle's stance now that I had my own airtight argument.

	"Actually, he's right over there." Michelle said and pointed back
to the group of girls.

	I looked. I didn't mean to. I knew this was gonna be one of those
'ha, made you look' things but when someone points you just have to look,
you know? At least I'd see who was there. There was Erica, Irina, Jason,
Jen, a few of the girls I tried to talk to in the halls earlier in the day,
two goth chicks that I would have sworn were lesbians,
several..................did I just say Jason?

	My eyes snapped back to where Jen was standing and, goddammit,
there he was standing behind her as if his Andre the Giant ass could
actually hide behind a girl. I glared at him. What the fuck was he doing
here? Before I even realized I was moving I'd closed half the distance
between me and him and was shouting.

	"Dude! What the fuck?" I yelled.

	"I swear I didn't say anything!" he held up his hands as I got
closer to him like he thought I was gonna attack or something. Probably a
wise precaution.

	"Yeah, that makes you sound innocent." I growled. I didn't hit
him. I wanted to, badly, but even if this was his fault this was Jason we
were talking about here.

	He could probably take me. Not that I'd ever tell him that.

	"I swear!" he said again. "I'm not exactly happy being here for
this with all these people either."

	My eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Why the hell are you here?"

	"Um," he flashed a quick, embarrassed look at me and glanced
towards Jen. "She kinda...dragged me."

	I stared at him for a few seconds, my anger at him fading, before
letting a small smirk form on my lips. "Ah."

	"What?" he asked sharply.

	"Oh, nothing." I said airily.

	"No, what was that 'ah' for?" he demanded. "Tell me."

	"It's no big deal. I just think it's interesting that you'll hang
around to watch two guy kiss because your girlfriend asks you to."

	He stared at me as if he was waiting for me to go on but when I
didn't he started to relax slightly. That's what I was waiting for.

	"I mean," I said with a smirk. "I thought you actually needed to be
getting some before you got pussy whipped, that's all."

	"You fuck!" Jason yelled and shoved me. I laughed. He looked like
he was going to shove me again but all he did was narrow his eyes and walk
back to Jen muttering under his breath.

	Ah, the simple pleasures in life.

	As enjoyable as that was I still had my own problem and watching
Jason walk back towards Jen and that way too large group of girls squashed
any pleasure I was feeling at getting under Jason's skin. All the girls
were looking at me expectantly, like I should already be entertaining them
or something. It was.....uncomfortable. To say the least. I still wanted to
know how the hell this got out though.

	"Erica did it." I jumped a bit and turned my head to find Vicky
standing next to me.

	"Huh?" Yeah, I seem to say that a lot.

	"Erica. She's the one who told everybody." Vicky said.

	"How do you know?" I asked. "I still think it was Michelle."

	"Well, she's been hiding behind those goth girls the entire time
we've been here and going out of her way not to look at us." I looked over
at Erica and, yep, she was hiding alright. And looking at a very
interesting blade of grass. "Plus Irina told me." he finished with a small
smile.

	"How did she know?"

	"They have 8th period together and Irina said that Erica was a
bit....excited and may have told a few people."

	I sighed. "Goddammit." I remember when she seemed to sweet and
shy. I probably shouldn't be surprised. It totally figures that the one
that wanted to be my girlfriend would end up causing me problems.

	"Are you ok?" Vicky asked with concern. "We can go, it's not like
they're gonna hold us down and force us to make out for them."

	I was tempted. Actually, more than tempted, I was opening my mouth
to agree and my legs started to move but I stopped myself. I thought back
to our date at the movies and how liberating it felt to hold Vicky's hand
in public. I thought back to earlier today when we held hands in school and
how right that felt. I thought back to kissing Vicky in the middle of the
hall and how perfect that was. As I thought of all those moments another,
unrelated, memory popped into my mind: the pillow war with Vicky and
Jason. It took me a second to figure out why that came to mind along with
intimate memories of Vicky but when I did it made perfect sense. Through
all four of those moments the one thing tying them together was how normal
they felt.

	So much of my life, especially recently, just isn't normal. Not
that it constantly bothers me or anything but it's nice to feel like
everything is the way it's supposed to me and not have to worry about
getting beat up or having to have a sex talk with my mom and Vicky's dad or
accidentally showing too much affection to my boyfriend or any one of a
dozen other situations that just aren't something most people have to deal
with. I'm not saying that kissing in front of the fangirls would be
normal. In fact I think that's probably tied with the sex talk for the
least normal thing that's happened to me recently. But it felt like this
was something I had to do. Like this was the price that I needed to pay for
those moments of normalcy and for all the luck I've been having since
meeting Vicky and for all the improbably events that have made what should
have been several total and complete disasters turn out not nearly as bad
as they could have been.

	Does that make any sense? Of course it doesn't. Not to you. You're
normal. But....for better or worse, I'm not. Or at least my life isn't and
if this was what I had to do keep those moments of normalness coming then
I'd do it. Maybe not gladly, but I'd do it.

	If you need a reason that isn't probably based solely in my messed
up head than you could say I also did it so they'd continue to keep people
from messing with us.

	Plus I kinda really wanted to kiss Vicky right then.

	So I guess in the end I had several reasons for taking Vicky by the
hand and walking closer to the group of girls rather than running away at
full speed.

	"You sure?" Vicky asked again as we walked over to them.

	"Yeah....well no, not really, but let's do it anyway." I flashed
him a wicked grin.

	Vicky cocked his head to the side and then let out a short
laugh. "Alright."

	When we finally stopped in front of the girls there that air of
expectation came back. It wasn't oppressive like it was back in lunch or
uncomfortable like it was a few minutes ago. If anything it was kinda cool
to know that a group of people were watching your every gesture and
movement with excited anticipation. I guess I know why people become
rockstars now.

	Before we could start though I had something I needed to do. I let
Vicky's hand go and walked over to where Erica was trying to hide behind
the goth girls. They both moved out of the way without me asking and I
looked sternly at her.

	"Erica." She looked up at me with worried eyes. "Totally not cool."
I said simply and walked away. Yeah, I was planning on yelling at her a bit
but, dammit, she just looked so damn scared. Like having me yell would be
the worst thing ever. I didn't get why but I think we've already
established that I have no defense against the dark arts (female emotional
manipulation) so in the end it really didn't matter.

	I walked back to Vicky, took his hand in mine and faced the
crowd. I felt like I should say something. It just seemed like the thing to
do when standing in front of a group of people, you know?

	"Look, um...." Yep, awesome start. "So...." This is what happens
when I open my mouth without thinking.

	Luck for me Vicky decided to speak up just then. "This is a one
time thing. After this you can't ask us to kiss or touch or anything. You
can't offer us money or anything either. We're not pets and we're not
hookers. If you wanna be friends with us, cool, if you just wanna hang
around and try to get us to make out then we don't wanna know you." He
licked his lips and looked at me to see if I wanted to add
anything. Considering my lack of success at speeches today I opted instead
to stare at him with surprise and admiration. I'm really gonna have to stop
getting surprised when he's calm and collected like that. The shock gets in
the way of how totally and completely hot it is.

	Well, here it is, the moment of truth.....or kissing or
something. Nothing left to say, nothing left to do.....then why am I still
talking?

	I stared at Vicky for a few seconds, drinking in his slightly
impatient expression, his hair that was blowing slightly in the breeze, the
slight wetness on his lips from when he licked them. I know I say this all
the time, but, God he was beautiful. I moved closer to him and even though
I meant to get this over with quickly I reached out and brushed my fingers
against his face. So smooth.

	I was almost completely lost in his eyes but I was still aware
enough of reality to hear a collective intake of breath from our
audience. I ignored it. Vicky brought his hand up to my cheek and let it
slide across and back to my neck before running his fingers through my
hair.

	This was followed by a collective sigh from the girls.

	We moved closer together, our bodies almost touching, and as one we
tilted our heads slightly to the our left. As our faces moved together I
could hear another deep breath from the crowd.

	Then our lips met.

	If I was expecting a huge outburst I would have been
disappointed. There was nothing. Total, utter silence. I would have broken
the kiss, but, well, I'm kissing Vicky. Why would I ever stop doing that
when I didn't have to?

	I would have been content just to keep our lips pressed together
but Vicky seemed to have other ideas. I felt his tongue probe questioningly
at my lips. I hesitated for only a second. Yeah, I didn't wanna make out in
front of the fangirls but I believe we've been over how much I like kissing
Vicky and how much I can't say no to him so it should really be no surprise
to anyone that I opened my mouth and eagerly accepted his tongue.

	It kinda hit me then that this was yet another 'first' that I was
sharing with Vicky. Our first time making out in public. With an audience
no less. I'm not sure which part of that, the first, the public, or the
audience, was what made me go from zero to HOT in less than three seconds
but I think I surprised everybody, Vicky included, when I grabbed him,
pulled him close to me and turned our still slightly innocent make out
session into something.....a little less innocent.

	I crushed my mouth to his and pushed my tongue as deep into his
mouth as I could. It seems I wasn't the only one with "can't say no"
syndrome because Vicky eagerly pushed against my kiss and tightly wrapped
his arms around me. Our tongues danced and our hands roamed and I was
starting to forget why I wasn't ripping Vicky's clothes off and having my
way with him. I might have forgotten completely and gotten us into another
'almost getting naked in the middle of the road' situation if I wasn't
brought back to reality by Vicky's hand squeezing my ass through my
jeans. Actually, that isn't what brought me back, what brought me back was
the unexpectedly masculine "holy shit" that I heard from the crowd.

	It's weird. I didn't mind that I was making out with Vicky in front
of the fangirls and I didn't care that we were going it at school but the
second I realize that Vicky's feeling me up in front of Jason I get totally
freaked out. Or maybe it was Jason's tone that freaked me out. It wasn't
the disgust or the exasperation or the discomfort that I'd expect. It
seemed almost contemplative.

	Whatever it was it made me self conscious enough to break the kiss
with Vicky and lean back a little.  I kept my arms around his waist and he
kept his around my neck.

	"Holy crap." Vicky whispered breathlessly. He had a goofy grin
plastered on his face and I couldn't help the pleased one that came across
mine.

	Oh yeah, I totally rocked his world.

	"OH. MY. GOD!" screamed Michelle. "That was so super hot!!"

	The group of girls erupted into similar shouts and exclamations and
even a few squeals and squees. This seems like another one of those things
that could get out of hand but I can't deny that it's just a little bit
cool to have people go crazy over you. Even if the people going crazy are
more than likely crazy themselves.

	One thing that did bother me though was Jason. While the fangirls
were gushing and squealing he was just standing there looking at me and
Vicky with that same expression he had when we went over to his house after
the sex talk, the one where he looked slightly disturbed. I looked away
before he could catch me staring.

	Could he really have a problem with me and Vicky?

	I shook that thought from my head. I had enough to worry about
without worrying about Jason being weird. Besides he never acted like he
had a problem unless we acted all "coupley" in front of him so if anything
was wrong it was probably just discomfort or something. Maybe I'd just have
to desensitize him to guy on guy displays of affection.

	Insert your evil laugh of choice here.

	Me and Vicky stood there for about five minutes with amused
expressions on our faces as we watched the girls. At some point his hand
found it's way into mine and I started to feel like we were on a date at a
show. Or maybe a zoo because they kinda looked like a bunch of chattering
monkeys. I wonder of they're gonna start throwing shit at each other? I
chuckled at that.

	"What?" Vicky asked.

	"Nothing." I answered, still smiling.

	"Okaaaay." he said. "So, that was....fun." I looked over to see him
smirking at me. I grinned.

	"Yeah, it was ok I guess. I think you got a bit carried away
though."

	"Me?" Vicky asked incredulously. "You're the one who started
shoving his tongue down my throat."

	"But that was only because you're so hot. I can't help myself. Plus
you're the one who started in with the tongue stuff."

	"Yeah but I was being innocent about it. You were doing porno
tongue."

	"You can't have an innocent tongue kiss."

	Vicky flashed me a wicked smile. "I can." he said seductively.

	I groaned as I started to get hard. "You aren't exactly proving
your point here." I said.

	He glanced down at my obvious erection and laughed. "Hey, it's not
my fault you have a dirty mind." He started sucking on his bottom lip. Damn
him and his masterful teasing!

	"Grrrr just wait till I get you home." I grumbled.

	"I'm looking forward to it." he said lustily.

	Where the hell was my mom?! I looked around trying to will her to
appear. Dammit, she's always around when I don't need her why can't she
ever be here when I do.

	My mom didn't show up but the fangirls apparently ran out of noises
to make at each other and picked that moment to walk over to us.

	"That was so hot." Erica said apparently forgetting that I was mad
at her. "You guys are way too sexy."

	"Yeah." one of the other girls said dreamily. "I almost came."

	Can I just say: ew. Seriously what ever happened to 'sugar and
spice and everything nice'?

	There were similar comments, sadly, several actually making me
cringe a bit. Either Vicky was feeling the same discomfort or he wanted to
make me feel better because after the third comment about 'masturbation
material' he slid his hand into mine and squeezed tight. If you guessed
that this caused more 'awwww's' and squees then you would be right.

	Thankfully some of the girls parents started to show up so the
group was steadily getting smaller until it was just me, Vicky, Jason,
Irina and Michelle.

	"I still can't believe you guys actually did that!" Irina was
saying. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life."

	"Yeah that was so totally sexy!" Michelle yelled. "You guys are
seriously awesome."

	Jason rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like SO totally awesome, gawd!" he
said in his best high pitched girl voice.

	Me and Vicky laughed.

	"Ugh! I don't sound like that at all!" Michelle exclaimed. "Like so
totally not at ALL!"

	We laughed harder because, you know, she was being completely
serious.

	"What the hell were you even doing here anyway?" she asked
Jason. "Do you like watching your best friend make out with a guy?"

	Jason shot me a quick glare which I assume was supposed to mean
"don't say anything about how completely and totally pathetic I am to let
Jen run my entire life even though I'm not getting anything in return
except the pleasure of having her run my entire life". Or something like
that. Actually it was probably more like "shut your smurf ass up and don't
make any whipcrack sounds" but I like my way better.

	"I was here to protect him if one of you psychos tried to molest
him or something." he answered with a smirk.

	"Grrrrr! What the hell does Jen see in you anyway? I never liked
you." Michelle growled.

	That was total bullshit by the way. Michelle liked Jason a lot. Not
LIKE like but she'd always been happy to talk to him before now. Female
mood swing? PMS? Personality disorder? Tune in next week to find out!

	Yeah, I'm kind of enjoying this.

	While they kept up their little argument Irina looked towards the
parking lot then turned back to me and Vicky. "Hey, I gotta go. Um, sorry
for getting carried away and, um, stuff." she blushed a little bit and
looked away from us.

	"It's ok." Vicky said. I nodded.

	"Ok, well, bye I guess." she gave a weak smile and turned to
leave. I would really love to know why she can seem so shy and reserved one
minute and so excited and fangirly the next. Maybe It'd help me understand
what happened to Erica. And maybe how to change her back. I did feel a bit
bad for her though. She was easily the nicest fangirl we'd met so far so it
seemed wrong that she was the one that ended up feeling bad about it
afterwards.

	 "Hey Irina." I called after her. "You should sit with us
tomorrow."

	She stopped and turned back with a smile on her face. "Really?"

	"Yep. You're a lot more normal than anyone else at the table."

	She grinned and looked over at Jason and Michelle, still
arguing. "Yeah I guess I don't have any trouble believing that." She
laughed. "See you tomorrow then."

	"Bye!" Vicky and I said in unison.

	"So cute...." she whispered before running off to her parents car.

	After she was gone Vicky leaned over to me and whispered. "Is your
mom gonna be here soon?"

	I smirked. "Why, you want me that badly?" I asked jokingly.

	"Yes." he purred. Literally purred. Like a cat. "I can't take it
anymore."

	My legs went so weak I was shocked I was able to keep standing. I
meant it as a joke but apparently Vicky was more hot and bothered than I
thought. I wonder if he'd been like that since the bathroom or if our
unexpectedly hot as hell kiss was what had turned him on. My smirk turned
into a smile as I noticed that he was actually displaying some pretty
obvious signs of his frustration. His hands were jerking slightly, as if he
had to keep fighting to keep them at his side. He was slightly shifting his
weight from side to side. Every few seconds he'd chew on his bottom lip
then force himself to stop. The thing that really stood out though were his
eyes. They were staring at me with such naked lust that I was so tempted to
just jump him right there. The same need for him that led me to drag him to
the bathroom earlier rose up again and I realized that I was also fighting
to keep my hands by my side, shifting my weight and chewing my lip.

	How had we ever thought we could keep this a secret?

	The gods of good timing were finally on my side for once because
just then out of the corner of my eye I saw my mom's car pull up in front
of the school. With a relieved grunt (yes, grunts can sound relieved) I
went to grab Vicky's hand but this time he beat me to it. I barely had
enough time to shout a halfhearted goodbye to a still arguing Jason and
Michelle before he was dragging me across the yard to the car.

	"Hi mom!" I said cheerfully after Vicky had opened the back door
and literally shoved me in.

	"Um, Hi Nathan. Hi Vicky." I'm not sure if she was confused about
me being shoved into the car or by the fat that I wasn't a complete
emotional wreck after going through what she probably still thought was an
incredibly hard day of school.

	"Hi, Julia." Vicky said quickly. "I'm coming over to your house
today. My dad said it's ok."

	"Um, alright." mom said. I grinned. Vicky's first time making my
mom at a loss for words. I was so proud!

	As we pulled away from the school I looked out the window and
caught a glimpse of the brown haired kid from this morning, the one that
raped me with his eyes. He was staring at us but this time he didn't lick
his lips or show any signs of attraction or anything. He just stared. And
honestly that was creepier than the look he gave me this morning.

	Thinking about this morning brought back other things I didn't want
to think about. I knew I'd have to tell Vicky about what happened with Skip
sooner or.....no, just soon. I hope he doesn't think I went
overboard. Because I'm not at all regretful. He totally deserves to go
through the rest of his school life as the kid who tried to molest the gay
kid.

	Right?

	Vicky's hand suddenly gripped my own and immediately all thoughts
that weren't about how much I couldn't wait to get him alone fled from my
head. I could deal with everything else later. Right now the only thing
that was important was the beautiful and incredibly, um, eager boy sitting
right next to me. Even if he wasn't dying to get in my pants though just
his touch would be enough to make all my problems seem insignificant. He
was my love, my life, my entire world and if today has shown me anything
it's that I can deal with anything as long as I have him by my side.

	The car sped down the road as my eyes found his and my mouth
mirrored the grin on his face. Sure, I had some issues to deal with but
that shit could wait it's turn.

	Right now, I had a Vicky to be sexy with!

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	Ok, so, I'm going to visit the boyfriend again this Friday and I'll
be gone for another two and a half weeks. There is a large possibility that
I won't get much writing done. In fact I can almost guarantee it. So the
next update won't be for at least three and a half weeks from Friday.
Probably even longer. Sorry. But we are nearing the end (I think) so when I
get back you shouldn't have too long to wait (maybe) before you get a
finished story that's submitted semi-regularly. b^_^