Confidential Deceit
Part 1
By Brad Crandall
Author's Note: I am writing this story as an outline to a script I am trying to develop.
Please feel free to send questions, comments or concerns to me.
This story is a complete work of fiction.
Where to start, I wonder. I guess the best place to start is in the beginning.
My name is Adam Johnson, I'm seventeen years old and I live in Richard Nixon Trailer Park in good old Wyoming.
I've been living with my uncle Craig for three years now, here in the trailer park, ever since my mom died.
My dad, well, I don't remember much about him but my mom always told me he
was a fucking scumbag that didn't want anything to do with me.
I have to admit, this is my story, but not just my story, it's his story too.
No, not my father's, like I said, I really don't know much about him.
This is the story of my former best friend Shawn McEntire.
Last October, October of 2011, I woke up to the loud sound of a U-Haul dragging it's muffler down our old, pothole filled dirt road.
For some reason I was possessed to look out my bedroom window, and when I did that U-Haul came to a screeching halt at the trailer right across the road from me, number twenty one, and that's when I saw him.
Lord help me, the most gorgeous guy I've ever laid my pretty little eyes on, Shawn McEntire.
I'm sure there was no chance in you know where that he could possibly be gay, or even bi-sexual, and if he was I knew I wouldn't have a chance with him.
I don't know why, but something inside of me was screaming at me and telling me to get dressed and try and go talk to him, I listened.
I threw on a pair of my best jeans, even though they had a few rips and holes in them. I threw on my aeropostale t-shirt and quickly slipped into some comfortable shoes, if I'm walking anywhere a girl needs comfortable shoes. I pranced my perky little ass out my front door ignoring Craig's look of sheer curiosity and trotted myself in a beeline over to this hot piece of ass who was now going to be living across the road from me.
"Hi!" I blurted out in a sing-song tone of voice. Shawn looked me up and down and just laughed in my face.
I couldn't believe I pranced my little ass over to meet this ungrateful son of a bitch but all of a sudden his tormenting laughter was broken when he introduced himself, nearly causing me to take a massive heart attack and stroke right then and there, I knew I was having a gay little fit of joy, and every positive emotion under the fucking sun.
Before I noticed Shawn was waving his hand in my face, I've must have started day dreaming about all the naughty things we could do to each other. Shawn cleared his throat when he noticed I was sporting a nice tent in those jeans I was wearing. "Wow" he managed to choke out. "Wow?" I thought, "Was it, wow you're a faggot, or wow that's impressive?" I was hoping it was "wow that's impressive" but more than likely it was the latter. After shooting the breeze for a moment with my very noticeable erection, Shawn introduced me to his mother, Sandra, "This is my mom, Sandra." He said in almost an embarrassed tone. I could see why he would be embarrassed though, Sandra seemed like a total bitch.
(to be continued. comments welcome bradcrandall2012@aol.com)