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A Very Ordinary Boy (Part 1)
From Chapter 6:
Sorry, this must all be really boring for you. You were hoping to be getting some half-way decent wank-off material and instead it's been one long yawn-fest, with nothing but teenage gay-boy angst and tedium. I'm really tired -- that last cum, you know, when I told you about my fantasy three-some with Dan and Milo, has really taken it out of me (in more ways than one!) -- and I need to sleep. But before I get my head down I'll do you a deal. If you stick with me -- it's good to have someone to talk' to -- I promise that when (if) I finally have real live actual sex with another boy you'll be first with the news (well, third in fact) and, what's more, I'll give you all the juicy details. I can't say fairer than that, though I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you cause it doesn't look as if that great and momentous event is hiding round the next corner.
Anyway, I can't keep my eyes open any longer so I'll see you next time.
Good night.
Chapter 7: Unpleasant surprises.
WTF? WTF?? I mean, W-T-F???
Dyl and Si are an item! I told you, didn't I, that things have been weird between us for a while? Well now I know why. Apparently they've been together' for weeks. News to me. Shi-i-i-t! I was angry with them when they pulled that stunt to get me the job, you know, stealing the job vacancy notice out of the window, but that doesn't even come close to how I felt today when I found out about them being a couple. Best friends, that's what the three of us are supposed to be, and in my book that means no secrets' at least, no BIG secrets. We're supposed to trust each other, right?
What's that? Me being hypocritical? What about my big secret? You mean the gay thing? Okay, so yeah, I haven't told them (or anyone else apart from you) about that, but, like I said before, straight people don't have to admit' to being attracted to the opposite sex so why should gays have to tell the world they like other guys (or girls if that's who they're into)? Anyway, this isn't about me, it's about the two people who are supposed to be my closest, most trustworthy friends. And they didn't even have the decency to tell me themselves. Oh no, I only found out from something Michelle mentioned at FfT today. She'd obviously noticed me talking to Dyl and Si every time they come in (which is a lot) and asked me if they were friends of mine. Then she said what a cute couple they were and I said that, no, we're all just friends and that they weren't together. Of course, I was laughing at the idea of them being an item, I mean, Dyl and Si? Together? But then Michelle said that they'd been in yesterday, after school, and their faces had been so glued together that she'd had to ask them to cool things down or go somewhere else cause it was embarrassing to the other customers. I never really knew before what the word `thunderstruck' meant but I do now. (Mr. Miles would be impressed.)
So as soon as my shift ended and I could get out of the shop I cycled over to Dyl's place. Yes, I was end of the working day' tired but my anger must have been driving my legs cause I got there in record time. But then it took so long for Dyl to answer when I knocked that I nearly got back on my bike but, just in time, he opened the door. I should have got the warning signs as soon as I saw him wearing just a creased-up T and a pair of boxers and with his hair all messy but I didn't think anything of it and just barged past him, all fired up and determined to have it out with him, and set off down the hallway towards his room which is at the back of the house, beyond the kitchen and utility. When the place was built, back in the 1880's, it was officially the breakfast room but who, in the 21st century, needs a special room just for wolfing down a first-thing-in-the-morning bowl of Cheerios or a Pop-Tart? No-one in Dyl's family, that's for sure. So anyway, having been a glorified junk room for ages (no, not that kind of junk!), a couple of years ago, just after he turned 15, it was converted into a bedroom for Dyl. From day one he's loved it, calls it The Lair, though anything less scary than Dyl it would be hard to imagine.
So, as I was saying, I pushed by him and was marching towards his room. I was going to have it out with him and wasn't going to put up with any rubbish about Michelle being mistaken or any sort of pathetic bullshit like that. There must have been steam coming out of my ears or something (like I said, I was SO angry) because I definitely didn't hear Dyl trying to tell me not to go into his room, honest I didn't, and I really wish I had because then I wouldn't have walked in on Si, sitting up in Dyl's bed, with the covers around her waist and nothing, not so much as a pair of earrings, from there on up. Suddenly I knew what my dad must have felt like that time he walked in on me when I was similarly naked, though from the waist down. I stopped dead in my tracks, Si sort of screamed (it came out more of a strangled squeak) and half covered her tits with one hand while she tried pulling up the bed covers with the other. I instantly turned round to avoid seeing what I was seeing but, by then, Dyl had followed me into the room and come up behind me so, as I turned, I bumped right into him, sending him flying half way across the room where he ended up, all 6 foot 2 of him, sprawled half under his desk. So there we were, me open-mouthed and facing the open door, Dyl face-down on the floor and Si frozen on the bed with her eyes scrunched up in the little kid belief that, if she couldn't see anyone, then no-one could see her. I wish.
There was silence, not for long, like just a few seconds, but it was literally a `pin-drop' moment. Then I heard what sounded like laughter, but it couldn't be, right? What was there in this situation to laugh about? I turned round. Dyl was still in the floor but now he was turned over with his head and torso raised up, resting on his bent arms and looking towards the bed. And on the bed was Si, now with the bedcovers pulled up to her chin but no longer with her eyes closed and, yes, laughing. Actually laughing. Like this was the funniest thing that had ever happened. Not nervous laughter like Joshua Pang whenever he gets balled out by Mr. Miles in English (which is often). No, what was coming from Si's direction was actual, proper laughter, and a couple of seconds later Dyl joined in. At first his was a sort of I'm-not-sure-this-is-really-funny laughter and then more like Yes-this-is-actually-a-funny-situation sort of laughter. I looked from one to the other, like watching the two players in a tennis match, not believing what I was seeing and hearing. Couldn't they see I was really angry? Didn't they know I felt totally let down and left out? Wasn't it obvious that I was there to have it out with them? Clearly not.
At that moment something snapped inside my head and, honestly, things could have gone in one of two ways: either I was gonna let rip and really tell them how I felt and what I thought of them, pretty much killing our friendship stone dead on the spot, or I would be the grown-up and walk out and leave them to their pathetic laughter. Luckily I chose option 2 and left the room with my mouth shut. Very dignified (even if I say so myself). I'd only gone a few steps when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I glanced round and I was looking into Dyl's eyes (actually, as he's a few inches taller than me, it was his chin but I soon adjusted my gaze upwards). Those eyes of his were big and brown and silently begging me not to leave. He definitely wasn't laughing any more. How could I resist? Gently, without saying a word, he turned me round, manoeuvring me in front of him, and steered me back to The Lair.
Don't get me wrong, I was still mad as hell with both of them but something inside my head was telling me that this wasn't the moment to walk out on, probably, the most important relationship in my life. Yes, I could believe that Si had enjoyed keeping me in the dark -- she's always been a fan of intrigue and secrets - but I genuinely couldn't square the idea of Dyl being that much of a dick. So I allowed him to guide me back to his room.
Si was still there, of course, and she was no longer laughing either. In fact, she looked almost apologetic. She was standing in the middle of the room, still holding the bedcovers up to cover her tits but not realising that Dyl and me had a grandstand view of her naked back, butt and legs thanks to the full-length wall mirror that was behind her. Even me, a convinced if totally inexperienced gay boy, could tell that she was one well-put-together young woman, but Dyl was standing close enough behind me for me to realise that he was instantly very excited by this unexpected view of her. In a beat he turned me round again and pointed me out of the room, telling Si, in a loud voice, that we were going to the kitchen to find some drinks while she got her clothes on.
In the kitchen, sitting at the counter with bottles of diet Coke in front of us (other sodas are available) there was a very loud silence hovering over us like a dark cloud. I was determined not to be the first one to speak. After all, I was the one who'd been excluded, I was the one who had been let down by his two best friends, I was the one who wasn't important enough to be trusted with their big news. So no, I was not going to be the first one to speak. Trouble was, nor was Dyl, though in his case it was clearly down to his embarrassment at what I had, almost literally, walked in on. I mean, let's be honest, Dyl isn't the most articulate of boys at the best of times and, as far as he was concerned, this situation was a very long way from the best of times.
I was just about to crack and demand to know what the hell was going on (as if I didn't know) when Si made her entrance. Fully dressed now in a typically Si outfit consisting of harlequin-patterned red and green leggings, black frilly ra-ra skirt, red and white checked man's shirt and black bomber jacket, finished off with customised Doc Martin boots and a Peaky Blinders cap, she made her grand entrance into the kitchen. On anyone else this oh-so no-no ensemble would have been a complete fashion disaster but somehow, on Si it looked perfectly acceptable. Positively normal, in fact. Yes, her height and skin colour help a lot but I think it's her unshakeable sense of self-belief and her inner confidence, combined with bucket loads of natural charisma, that make her able to walk into any room or situation and simply take command. Imagine a cross between Naomi Campbell and Grace Jones and you'll not be a million miles from a picture of `our Si'.
Except she wasn't `our Si' at that moment at least, certainly not mine. I knew, without even having to think about it, who had been the driving force behind whatever fucked-up relationship the two of them had cooked up. There was no way that Dyl -- quiet, disorganised, nerdy, can't-find-his-own-zipper Dyl -- could ever have so much as dreamed up the idea of hitting on Si, much less getting her into his bed. Don't get me wrong, Dyl is a great guy and a really good friend, but a stud? A Romeo? A babe-magnet? No way this side of the next millennium. No, it had to be all down to Si, and I sat at the kitchen island unit staring straight at her with a look on my face which dared her to deny it. Which, of course, she didn't, just dived straight in and told me what happened.
It started, apparently, about two months ago and there was no build-up, no private messaging, no secret meetings or any sort of attempt to keep me out of the picture -- or so she said. Remember their trip into town, you know, the day they got me the application for the job at FfT? It seems those outings, just the two of them, had been going on for a while, usually on days when I "was too busy to hang out" cause I was staying on at school to work on my Saint Seb art project. Anyway, on this one day they'd been to the mall, doing the usual, like trying stuff on in their favourite stores, shooting Tik-Tok vids, hanging out with kids from school. Nothing out of the ordinary. Eventually they get bored and hungry and decide to go back to Dyl's cause that's always the place to go when you need a good feed -- his mum is an ace cook, almost as good as Rosa. So they get back to his place and on their way into the house they meet Trev, Dyl's big brother. He's on his way out to his shift at KFC, and he passes them a half-smoked joint `cause, no surprise, he can't turn up there smelling of weed or he'd lose the job on the spot.
Dyl hasn't said a word up to now, just sat silent, watching, but as soon as the weed is mentioned he gets all agitated and starts telling me that he hardly ever uses and he hasn't been holding out on me and I mustn't think he's a stoner or any less of him because of it. So I tell him that I don't care one way or the other about him smoking (even though I never have -- that really would push my mum into orbit, cause she'd be bound to find out) but that I do care, a lot, about him supposedly being my best friend but not bothering to tell me he was fucking my other best friend. Poor old Dyl, despite the crap I've just thrown at him a wave of sympathy washes over me at this point cause there's no way he can handle a situation like this and, without any doubt, he's gonna lose it any time soon, I can tell. And right on cue a look of confused panic tries to sprint across his face but crashes to a halt halfway across it, leaving him with his mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out.
Luckily for him Si is never lost for words and she comes straight in to defend him, calling me out for being mean to Dyl and telling me I'm being totally unfair. But I'm not having that, not being made out to be the bad guy here, and I hit right back at her, pointing out that I'm not the one who's been having sex with my best friend behind my back and that I genuinely don't give a fuck about the weed and that I'm still waiting to understand about the sex.
As you can tell, things have got pretty heated by this time and, without anything being said, we all seem to decide to take a breath to allow the temperature to drop. Dyl takes a mouthful of his Coke, Si moves to stand closer to him and I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and take it out to see a message from my mum telling me we're eating out and not to be late home. Great, at least now I've got a genuine escape route if things get difficult again and I need to exit in a hurry.
Half a minute goes by -- believe me, 30 seconds can feel like an age -- before anyone speaks again. Surprisingly it's Dyl. He must have decided that, because the joint is important to the story, and because it's his brother Trev who's responsible for it in the first place, it's down to him to explain what happened next.
Basically, he says, the weed has got them pretty chilled and they start talking about who they think is hot, you know, like singers, movie stars, sports stars - the usual. Then they start on with people at school, and not just other students but teachers too. Even Mr. Miles apparently -- too weird. So Si says she couldn't date anyone shorter than her and, as she's pretty much six foot, that counts out about three quarters of all the guys in our year. And then Dyl, who's happily floating in his head by now and not thinking straight at all, says he's 6-2 so would she ever think of dating him? Now remember, we've been best buds since before puberty, so the idea of dating each other would be like sleeping with a sibling, and that idea is enough to make us heave. Believe me, there's no way it would be so much as whispered aloud if any of us ever did have the idea (least of all by Dyl), but all of a sudden Si finds herself horizontal on Dyl's bed and she looks over and sees, for the very first time, a tall, built (Dyl started working out a few years ago as a way of protecting himself against the goons), dark-haired, brown-eyed hunk and before another word is said they're all over each other, clothes are off and they're going at it "like sex-crazed bunnies" (Si's words, not mine).
And having done the deed once they can't keep their hands off each other and every chance they get, i.e. whenever I'm not around, they're naked and sweaty and completely sexed-up. But then, and this is Dyl again, they realise that they're not just sexed-up, they're also totally loved-up, like after all those years of being best buds they've suddenly morphed into the Romeo and Juliet of Greenside High (though without the poison and the dagger and the suicide). And that, according to Si, is when things get difficult regarding BFF number 3 -- me. There they are, love's young dream, all set to glide off into a golden sunset of happily ever after when they realise that two's company (who'd have guessed it?) and there's no way they want me to feel like the very wonky third wheel so the best thing to do is to keep me in the dark so my feelings don't get hurt or, even worse, in case I think they want to dump me completely. It's not hard for me to see that Dyl is particularly anxious for me to believe this part of the story and, to be honest, seeing the wetness forming in the corners of his big baby browns, there's no way I couldn't take what he's saying as 100% genuine.
Now I bet that, as usual, you're way ahead of me here and realise that this is the ideal moment to do a big and dramatic exchange of secrets by telling them about the gay thing. And you're right, it is the perfect time. Everyone's feeling raw, emotions are running high, there's an atmosphere of make-up and mend and no-one wants to make anyone else feel even worse than they already do, so, yes, this is absolutely the moment to shine a light on my inner-most and darkest secret. And do you know what? In my head I'm just trying to put together the right words in the right order when Si gets in ahead of me. The other reason they've kept me in the dark, she says, is because they know I haven't got anyone special in my life, never have had in fact, and they don't want to me to feel bad that they've got each other. Maybe even a little jealous.
If she'd poured a can of kerosene over me and lit a match I couldn't have exploded any quicker. Any thoughts of being the mature and sensible adult in this situation went up in the flames and I gave it to her with both barrels. (A bit of a mixed metaphor there -- sorry Mr. Miles.) To be honest I can't remember exactly what I said but I know it wasn't pretty and I definitely didn't hold back. Something about feeling patronised and betrayed and not needing her pity and not being as desperate for a date as they both clearly were. I think there was also something smart-ass about how they'd done the sex and the drugs and all they needed now was the rock and roll. And that's when I walked out before either of them had time to fire back.
I didn't look behind me but I could feel the wounded expression on Dyl's face and imagine Si's pretence at indifference and superiority. But this was the biggest bust-up we had ever had, seriously, by miles and there was no way that they weren't hurting as much as I was. As I walked out the front door, being careful to close it gently behind me (no petulant and childish slamming for me), my insides felt as if they were being chewed over by a rottweiller and my legs could barely turn the pedals on my bike as I cycled home. As my anger turned, first to resentment and then to sadness, I couldn't help but feel that things had been said and done today that could never be unsaid or undone and that the damage was likely to be irreparable.
It was a slow ride home.
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