Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 23:48:24 -0600 From: Nate Wohl <intolerance01@hotmail.com> Subject: the story of someone i love 9 "...Who am I to say? We have a lot of time to think about that." He looked back at me and than at my clock which shows 6:28 "Oh, crap! My mom wants me home at 6:30!" "You better go than." I advised him. "Yeah, I really had fun today, see you in school tomorrow." "Yeah, so did I. I love you." "I love you too." He winked and left. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I just got out of my third hour and I decided to take a longer way to my next class. As I started walking down the stairs I stopped and over heard some seniors taunting someone. I couldn't tell who, but I didn't want to be a part of it so I just stayed out of the way and listened. "...ha ha, look he is a real fag!" one voice was laughing. "You should kick his ass!" another implied. "Why do that, he'd like it." They all laughed. "Ok, can I just get going?" That sounds like Beau, but he's never in this hall, or at least I never go this way. I turned the corner of the stairs and to catch a look. "Yeah! You can go." One said in a nice tone. "Thanks." The kid being harassed stands up and I see it was Beau; right before I could say something both of the kids punched him right in the stomach. They told him not to tell or they would severely beat-up both of us, I take it they saw me. The bell rang. I ran over and got down right next to Beau and put my arm around him. He had a little blood on his teeth and lips. "What was that about?" I asked worriedly. "They found out I think." He responded. "Found out about what." I wanted to make sure I knew what he meant. "...About us. You and me." Beau was a little short of breath. I took my finger and wiped the blood from his lips. "How'd you start to bleed?" "I bit my tongue hard when they punched me. I'll be ok though." Beau responded. "You sure?" I wanted to be cautious. "Yeah." I decided to walk home with Beau after school. I started the conversation. "So do you think we should tell people we're together and all?" "I don't know, how do you think people will take it?" "That's the thing. I don't know what people would do; I don't want you or me to be abused because of it though. Maybe we could just start by telling your mom or something? I mean if you don't want to I understand." "No, I think your right. We should just start slow. My mom will understand." "OK, good. Do you want me to go inside with you or just wait by the door outside?" "Just wait outside it shouldn't really take that long, but I've never done it before so I wouldn't know." "True." We arrived a Beau's house and I waited outside. I kept close to the door so I could hear a little. I heard Beau speaking faintly, "Mom, can I talk to you about something, it's important?" Than his mom spoke, "Sure, I'm here for you honey. What ever you want to talk about." "...Um...well...mom...this is really for me...but...I'm...bi and have a boyfriend." -Wow he did that better than I thought "What! Get out! Just go..." "But...what..?" "Just get out now!" she yelled. Beau walked out and started crying. "...I'm sorry. It was my idea. I shouldn't have." Was all I could tell him. "No, its not your fault, it's neither of our faults." I gave him a hug and we started walking towards my house. "Is it ok if I spend a couple nights at your place, or at least till my mom cools down?" "Definitely." We walked inside my house and I told Beau to go to my room while I talked to my mom this time. I live up to my word. I walked upstairs after my mom and I had a long talk. She was ok with it, me being bi and having a boyfriend and that it was ok that Beau spent the night at our house. I went up to my room to see Beau and gave him a pair of my boxers to wear to sleep in tonight. I gave him a kiss and a hug and we slept together that night in just our boxers. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< I woke up at like 8:00, Beau still sleeping close to me, when it hit me. It's 8:00! School! I tried to wake my boy up but he just kinda whispered without opening his eyes "uh, Nate, its Saturday. We don't have school." How could I forget? We purposely chose Friday to "come out" so people at school would maybe consciously forget... if that were at all possible. I couldn't get back to sleep so I just decided to watch some Sportscenter( and think about what to do next. I couldn't think of anything on my own at this time, so I had to call someone. I dialed the number. "Ring..." "Ring..." "Ring..." "Hello?" a woman answered. "umm, yeah, is Colin there?" "I'm sorry, Colin is out of town with his parents looking for homes." --"huh?" I thought to my self. "Excuse me! Did you say looking for homes as in moving?" "Yes dear. Who may I ask is calling?" "Oh, I'm Nate, Colin's friend, and you are?" "I'm Colin's grandma, I believe we've met once before." "Yeah, I think so. Do you know what city they are looking for homes in?" "Some homes on the ocean in Southern California, and Myrtle Beach. Oh, and Puget Sound, WA." "OK, thanks. Bye." "Click!" Shit! There's no one to talk to, my best friend is moving as far away from me as possible, and I'm partially responsible for Beau's mom raging at him. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< "Nate! I'm home! Come here please!" my mom yelled from down the stairs. I told Beau I'd only be a moment so he just played some PS2 while I went to talk to my mom. He was cool with that. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< "Nate, I'm terribly sorry to have to give you such short notice and it will be something you may not like, but that's the way life is and you have to take what's given to you..." --"huh?" she never talks like this. What is she even talking about? "...Your dad was given the Vice-President position at the franchise headquarters just around San Francisco..." I interrupted, "So were moving?!! To California?" She gave a hesitant reply, "yeah, Monday." "MONDAY! That's not even four days from now!" I said quite loudly. "I know I'm so sorry, but that's the only time that works." We both started to cry a little. That wasn't even the worst part. Now I need to tell my boyfriend whom I've brought through all of this. I walked up-stairs slowly and heard a faint cry, Beau had to of known, he had to have heard what we said. "I'm sorry that's just the way things have to be, I tried but there was nothing I could do to stay." I was sympathetic. "What are you talking about? I just got a phone call on my cell phone that some psycho, fucked up ass hole, robbed my house and my mom was murdered, yeah MURDERED!" he couldn't control himself. (Well, how could he?) "I never even got to say 'goodbye' or 'I love you' nothing." "Beau...this really could not be a worse time for either of us but..." >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< -I never saw Beau again after that Monday at the airport and at his mother's funeral. We talked every day for the next two years. Beau also moved. (yes, I know it's a lot, but that's how it is.) He moved in, with his aunt and uncle in Denver and finished high school there. We both went on to college; I was accepted to the University of Miami, Beau got into UCLA. Oh! and it turned out Colin moved to Boston, and later staying at home for college, attending Boston College, he did stay in a dorm of course. The three of us all maintained a connection and we all talked on a regular basis, via the phone or Internet. I will never, ever forget how that relationship started, and how perfect it was for the both of us, until the end. But all good things must end and so must this story. I'm sorry for delaying the final chapter so long but I was just way too busy. Please email me with your comments to either: Incoming87@aol.com OR Intolerance01@hotmail.com thank you for all the people who supported me in writing my first story and reading it all the way. - Nate "And in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight." - Truman Burbank (Jim Carrey) , The Truman Show.