Andrew's Story Chapter 2 March 24, 2001 Written By: Justin Case
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"Andrew, you did it!" Coach Rice exclaimed with glee.
"Great job, man," Tad said simply.
I guess all the hard work and the intensive training I had done in the past two weeks did pay off. I had set myself a goal and attained it, me, little Andrew Johnson. I had won the opportunity to represent Maple Wood High School, at the State Championship. There were two weight classes in our division, light and heavy; I of course was in the lightweight. I was in a state of shock, to say the least. Then it hit me, State was only two weeks away, and I would have to go through more rigorous training. Yuck.
"Thanks, I couldn't have done it without you," I timidly responded, to both of them. I directed my eyes to Tad, as I expressed my gratitude.
"Andrew, you should be proud of yourself, you're the one that did all the hard work," Rice sputtered.
As we stood there in the weight lifting room, the other team members cheered for Brian McCarthy and me. Brian had won the lift for the heavyweight class; he beat out John Daniels. Not many cared for John; I was one of them. I don't think anyone was surprised that Brian had won. I was as happy for Brian as I was for myself, well almost. I was overwhelmed with my emotions; I was on cloud fucking nine to say the least. All of a sudden I felt myself being lifted into Brian's arms, he picked me up and turned around with me in his embrace. Apparently he was just as keyed up as I was.
The rest of the day flew by; I couldn't wait to get home. I couldn't wait to rub it in Jon's face, that I had beat Tad. My older stepbrother would have to eat his words, once again. The reason so many didn't like Jon was his `know it all' attitude, he really rubbed people the wrong way.
He didn't even realize how disliked he was; he didn't have a clue. I had only really gotten to know him since I had to move in with my father. Jon is definitely at the top of my list for people I didn't like.
I got off the bus and ran home. I knew Jon would be there, he would've gotten a ride from his one only `real' friend, Brian. Yep, for some reason Brian McCarthy liked Jon. I think Brian must feel sorry for Jon, it's the only reason I can imagine they're friends. I was going to play it cool when I got home. I'm not really the bragging kind.
I knew Jon would be down in our room, he didn't like hanging around with my grandparents any more than I did. I burst through the front door to `the house from hell', ran through the living room, dining room, and kitchen. I flew down the stairs to our bedroom. Standing near his dresser, studying his physique in the full length mirror mounted on the paneled wall to the left of it, stood my six foot stepbrother. Jon was tall and scrawny, if you ask me. He had long dirty blonde hair that he wore parted in the middle. He usually let his hair go natural without any mousse, his bangs were always in his eyes. He had brown eyes that were set far apart over his big turned up nose. He wasn't ugly, by any stretch of the imagination.
I had caught myself thinking about him on more than one occasion, `that way.' The way I was so ashamed of myself for thinking.
"Hey, congrats," Jon said, never taking his eyes off his image in the mirror.
"Yeah, thanks," I responded.
I sat on my bed watching Jon, as I kicked off my shoes. I had to change my clothes for work. I stripped out of my favorite outfit and stood in my white boxers next to my bed. I felt Jon's eyes on my body. Why was he looking at me, when he had his favorite sight in front of him in the mirror? I wondered. I went to my bureau to get my work clothes; as I dressed I noticed that Jon kept shifting his gaze from the mirror to me.
"I can't believe you did it. I guess it was the Wheaties, see I told you they were the best."
"Yeah, you did."
That was Jon, no matter what, he was going to be right. He's such a fucker like that. He is definitely at the top of my list. I mean, can you believe it? This morning he says I'll never beat Tad. Somehow, he changes it all around to my not liking his favorite cereal. I just can't win with him. He's always right, even when he's wrong. God, I hate him. I can't seem to stop watching him while he models for himself in the mirror. I still want to punch him though.
"Where's Mom?" I ask.
"Doctor."
"Oh yeah. I forgot."
"Your bitch called," Jon snipes.
"Thanks."
So much for my gloating. I left him there to admire himself and went up to the kitchen for a snack. I'd have to return Crystal's call. I don't really want to, but it's expected. I'd rather call Sarah, she's always so understanding. Crystal is my girlfriend, well we're `going out' anyways.
I asked her only because someone told me she liked me. I don't even know if I really like her. I supposed I could call her though, I did have a half hour before Jim, my boss, picked me up. I mean it's what you're supposed to do, isn't it? I'd see Sarah at work and tell her all about my day, she was who I really wanted to talk to. I grabbed an apple and headed for the phone.
"No eating in living room. You make mess," Gramma shouted. Shit, I forgot she was home.
"No, I won't, Gramma," I protested.
"You make mess. No food in living room," she continued in her broken English, with the Korean accent.
"Gramma, it's an apple. Apples don't make messes." I continued to defend my actions.
"I tell, I tell your father."
"Whatever." I finally gave up and retreated to the dining room table with my apple.
I sat in a chair, looking out the double window on the back wall of our dining room. I could see our entire back yard. I could see the whole neighborhood's back yards too. We lived in a sub-division, one of the newest in Maple Wood, all the back yards faced each other. I still liked Florida better than Connecticut. We had warm weather, palm trees, and lived within walking distance of the beach, in Florida. Here we had snow, still on the ground and it was almost April. No leaves on the trees, and the beach was an hour drive away.
I began to think about Tad. I fantasized about him. I remembered he invited me to sleep over, and thought about the possibilities. I could feel myself getting excited, but was too engrossed in my dreams to realize I had an erection. I thought about Mikey, Tad said he was going to be there too. I began to think about how cute Mikey was.
"Andrew!" came from somewhere in the distance. It was my grandmother.
"Huh?"
"You boss here."
Work, oh shit, I never called Crystal. I'd call her when I got home from work, I told myself. As I unconsciously left the apple core on the table and got up to leave, I shoved the chair back under the table with my thighs, and scampered out the door to meet Jim. He was in the driveway in his pick-up truck, waiting for me. I had to hurry, he hated to wait.
One of his rules was, I could wait for him because he might be late (most of the time he was). I could never make him wait for me though, because he might be late to his next appointment. I think it was the only rule he really enforced.
"Hey, Buddy. How'd you do?" Jim asked, as I settled into his black Ford diesel dually.
"I won."
"Great, a celebrity is in my midst. I bet the horses look at you differently now," he said with a chuckle.
Jim owned Maple Wood Stables, a horse farm. He had taken the farm over years ago, when his father died. Sarah, he, and I were the only workers.
Several prominent people from Maple Wood boarded their steeds, stallions, or mares with Jim. Jim was highly regarded in the equestrian circles. It was hard work, but Jim paid me well. Not just with money, but with respect.
I really enjoyed myself when I was with him. He was always so positive, so upbeat.
Jim Johnson was a jovial man in his forties. He was very robust, and tipped the scales at two hundred and twenty pounds, he stood five feet eight. Jim had long gray hair that he kept very neat. His face was round and his nose was large. He had brown eyes that were trimmed off with crow's feet. When he would laugh, his eyes would scrunch up and his mouth would show all his teeth. Jim was always smiling or laughing at something.
"So, what do you think?" Jim asked. I don't know why, but if silence fell on him that's what he'd ask. I had heard him say it a million times.
"I have to work out for the competition."
"Yes, you do. Andrew, you can do anything you want, as long as you put your mind to it," he stated, matter of factly. Another thing he was always saying.
"What's Sarah doing today?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Sarah's working with the Ballards' horse today. It's been giving us some trouble today. I think I'll have to change the feed, maybe something got into the grain. You can clean up the workshop for me, that's what I need from you, it`s become disorganized again."
"I'll get right on it. You think I should check in with Sarah, just to see if she needs any help? "That would be fine. It might take you a couple of nights to get the shop cleaned up anyways," Jim trailed off into his own thoughts.
I climbed down out of the truck when we had arrived and took in the sights of the vast farm. Most of the snow had melted in the pastures as the trees had been completely removed from them. The grazing area was immense and surrounded with a white wooden fence. One of the first things you noticed when you arrived on the farm was the white fence and the mat of green grass.
The grass was always short, as the horses kept it closely cropped; it wasn't as green now as it would be in the spring or summer.
At the end of the long gravel drive into the farm was the horse barn, a gigantic red building, with white trim boards. It stood two stories, and was topped off with a black slate roof. On one end stood a tall silo, where the grain was stored. The other end had large double doors that opened into the meadows.
The Johnson home was on the left as you came into the driveway, across from the barn and in front of the pasture. It was built in the early 1900's and its exterior had remained as it was built. Except for years of paint buildup and a few clapboards being replaced, the outside of the home looked the same as the day it was built. Jim and Sarah had told me Jim's dad and his brothers built the house. The inside of the home had been completely remodeled by Jim. It was like something out of a book, to say the least.
"Hey, Andrew,." Sarah chimed in, bringing me back to reality.
"Hey, Sarah," I shouted back to her, as I crossed the driveway, headed to the shop.
"Come on into the barn. I need a little help with the Ballard mare."
I scurried across the drive and headed into the barn. I loved the musky smell the barn had that would cling to my nostrils and clothing. I could pick out the different aromas of grain, hay, and of course the by-product too. It didn't bother me, I loved working here, I felt so appreciated.
At the Maple Wood Stables I was accepted by the entire Johnson family; hell, even the horses showed me affection. It was as I belonged to their family, I could easily tell people that I did, as we shared the same last name.
While I helped Sarah tend to the ailing horse we talked about my going to the State Championship. Sarah was so easy to talk to; I shared my deepest secrets with her. I had told her how I would have thoughts about other guys a while ago. She never blinked an eye, she said, "Don't worry so much about it, Andrew, you can't change and don't hide from who you are." I told her how Tad had invited me to a sleep over after her party. I was happy the guys were finally accepting me. Sarah was so respectful of me, never divulging my secrets and never judging me, she truly was my best friend.
"That's great, Andrew,." she said.
"I'm nervous."
"Why?"
"I just don't know how to act around these guys. I mean, in Florida I knew everyone. I had my best friend Matty when I lived with my mom; here I don't really have anyone."
"You have my dad and me."
"I know...But...but..." I softly said.
"You're worried about your feelings. Aren't you?"
"Yes," was all I could bring myself to say.
"Just be yourself, Andrew, that's all you can do. It will be fine,"
Sarah told me with encouragement in her voice.
I went home that night, all I could do was think about what Sarah had said. I thought of feelings I was having for Tad. I felt a little better, knowing that someone else knew the truth and still liked me. It gave me some comfort to know that I could be liked for who I was. I turned in early.
I had a wonderful dream about Tad, and in it Mikey was there with us. I dreamt that the three of us were all the same, the way I had feared I was.
Well, folks, that's enough for now. Sorry to let you down, but we had more characters to meet. I like to ease into these things. I hope you are all enjoying the tale. I promise it will get steamy in the next chapter.
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