Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2011 01:02:14 -0500
From: Aaron Saxon <a.saxon1122@gmail.com>
Subject: chapter 2 - my worst day. gay male/young friends

After I got the ok from my mom to go over to Justin's house, I suddenly got
the sinking feeling that I was going to regret doing this. I told Justin
how I was feeling, about how we didn't know each other and that I felt
weird about doing it. I asked his father Joe if he would just take me
home. Justin seemed disappointed, but understood. I would find out later
that I was right to not got to Justin's house. I will explain about it
later.

Anyway, my first day was over and I survived it with only a few cuts and
scrapes.

We pulled into my driveway and I thanked Mr. Chandler for the ride home. I
entered my house after that. My mom greeted me and asked why I wasn't at
Justin's house? I said it was because I had a funny feeling in my tummy
about it. She just shrugged at me and pulled me into a hug.  That's about
the same time she noticed the bandages and asked me what happened. I told
her that I got knocked down on my way into the school and once after the
assembly welcoming us to the new school.

I won't drone on about the rest of the conversation, but she did tell me
that I needed to be more careful.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. At 9:00 pm, it was time for a
shower and then off to bed.

Day 2:

This time school started out quite differently because I got all the way
against the school building to avoid being run down again. After the mob of
kids were inside the school, I began to make my way in...when I suddenly
felt a hand on my shoulder. I began to shake and jerked away quickly. All I
heard was a `hey' from behind. I turned around slowly and noticed it was
Brian. I sighed and said, "you scared me half to death, you know that?" "I
know," he said winking at me. Brian was a good friend, however he'd been
out of town all summer. When did you get back to town? Only yesterday, he
said. I was glad that after all that I would have a friend at this school.

Brian asked me who my `buddy' was and when I said it was Justin, he clued
me into what he was all about. He liked to get the new kids to his house
and screw around with him and then tell his friends that the boys came onto
him and they would beat them up and call them `fag.' I was so glad that I
had decided against going to his house now.

Brian has brown hair like I did, but instead of brown eyes, his were
green. His build was a little thicker than mine, but by no means was he
fat.

I was glad to have my best friend back home where he belonged.

After a moment, he smiled at me and said we should get going. That smile of
his warmed my heart.

The rest of the day flew by without much effort on my part. At the end of
the day, Brian found me and asked if I wanted to come over and hang out. I
said sure since I hadn't seen him all summer. My mom said that it would be
fine, just that I needed to be home for dinner.

We got to Brian's house about 3:30 that afternoon and both of us ran inside
past Mrs. Schmidt. His dad had left work early to pick Brian up and I was a
surprise quest. She just yelled, "no running in the house boys." Sorry mom,
Brian replied back.

We got up to his room in no time and shut the door behind us. Brian pulled
me against him in an almost a bear hug. The warmth of his body against mine
was the best feeling I'd had in months.  After about five minutes of this,
he let go of me and stood staring at me for about a minute. I too looked at
him at Brian finally spoke up. God, have I missed you. I've missed you too,
Bri.

It wasn't meant for that day, but I would soon find out how much he missed
me and I missed him. He would be the reason that school became tolerable
for me. We had each other to depend on.

We played a new computer game of his and as we were finishing our last
game, it was time for me to go home for dinner. Before I left, Brian asked
if I wanted to spend the night this weekend. I screeched, a little more
than I meant to, `yes.' I told him I would ask my mom tonight and call him
later.

Wednesday went by with no tripping by other students, but I did hear the
word `fag' several times that day. Brian heard one of them and said I
needed to ignore it, so I did.

Thursday, I saw the word `fag' scribbled on my locker. I didn't break down
when I saw it, I just got very angry and the school principal saw it. He
immediately called for maintenance to clean that up and screamed to the
students who were gathering around to disperse or receive detention for a
week.  Even without any proof I knew that it was Justin and his
friends. God he was a jerk!

That night I went home and ran right up to my room and started
crying. After about an hour my mom came knocking at my door. I said to
whoever it was to go away. She said, "honey, it's mom."  Composing myself a
little, I said she could come in. She asked me what happened and I told her
about my locker and about how I was sure it was Justin or his friends. She
just sat there rubbing my head and cheek telling me it was going to be
ok. She knew also that now was not the time for interrogation. She wiped
the remaining tears from my face and told me to get washed up for dinner.

We ate in silence for the first time in a long time and my mother made sure
that my dad did not ask too many questions about my day. She had to know
that I was not ready to tell him about the `fag' thing on my locker.

I had one phone call after dinner, mom said that it was Brian. I just told
her to tell him that I wasn't up to talking just now and that I'd see him
tomorrow. Afterwards, mom told me that he sounded worried about me. Dad
tried to pry a little, but mom stopped him. Even Cody seemed a bit worried
about me because of the look on my face. I just wasn't ready to face this
with any of them.

Tomorrow would be Friday and it would mean the first week of school was
over and the weekend was here.

All day Friday I pretty much stuck to myself and avoided everyone, even
Brian because of what had happened the other day. I could also hear the
whispers from the other students in my class talking about it and calling
me a `fag' under their breathes.  I had to fight back the tears all day
long and show them that I was above this and stronger than them. The truth
was, I wasn't, but they didn't have to know that.

Finally, school was out. The 2:55 bell rang and off everyone was. Brian
caught me at my locker and asked where I'd been all day long and wanted to
know if we were still on for tonight? I said that we would talk about it
later and that yes we were still on for tonight. Justin must have overheard
and screamed `fag' underneath his breathe as he walked by us. Brian told me
to ignore him and that we should get going since his mom, Helen was waiting
for us. I said we'd need to stop by my place so I could some stuff
together.

I got my stuff and off we were. We got to Brian's house in no time and we
took my bag up to his room.  I sat down on his bed and sighed. "Its been a
long horrible week, Bri." "I know, but you got through it."  Yea, but not
exactly as I was planning. He was going to say something, but then the
tears started to form in my eyes. Brian rubbed my cheek with his hand and
wrapped his arms around me holding me tight to him. It's alright John, let
it out. I couldn't hold em back any longer, the tears started flowing and
didn't stop for nearly a half hour. Brian just held me the whole time and
gently rocked me back and forth slightly. His embrace felt wonderful, warm
and caring.

I wasn't sure where this was headed, but before I had a chance to find out
there was a knock at the door. "Honey, can I come in?" "Yea, mom." She
opened the door and saw me holding John. She looked like she was going to
ask what was going on, but the look on my face stopped her from asking any
questions.  You boys should get washed up for dinner, your father will be
home any minute.

My mom had made cheeseburger hamburger helper, mashed potatoes and corn. We
ate it up gingerly and talked about our day, John stayed pretty quiet but
my parents didn't pry.

After dinner was over, we helped my parents clear the table and then we
went back to my room. I could see that Cody kinda wanted to hang out with
us, but I mouthed not right now buddy. I loved him, but he always wanted to
be in the middle of everything. This time he couldn't be.

I could see the dread on John's face as we sat down and his lower lip began
to quiver. Put that lip back in, it's okay. I'm your best friend and I
always will be. He began to cry again after I said that.  Is there
something you wanna talk about or tell me? I asked.

The color drained from my face and I felt sick to my stomach. Brian...no,
forget it. There's nothing to talk about. You needn't be scared, it might
even make you feel better. Can we just drop it for now and just play some
more games or watch some TV?

That worked for about an hour as a distraction, before I couldn't take it
anymore. I'm still so nervous to tell Brian. Brian...there is
something...but I don't think you'll want anything to do with me after I
tell you.  Why don't you let me be the judge of that buddy, ok? Putting his
arm around my shoulder.  Ok, here goes. I...I...um...am...gay. I shielded
my eyes from Brian's. All he said was wow and then he kissed me on the
forehead.

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How will their friendship proceed from here? Got any comments or
suggestions? Email me at a.saxon1122@gmail.com