Warning: This fictional work of my imagination holds, or will soon, at least, sex of some sort, be it oral, anal, or anything else, between two teenage boys. If you are offended by this, get out. Though I have to ask, Why'd you come this far into Nifty? If your not eighteen (twenty-one in some states) or it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, leave. Or at least, don't get caught! But if you do, it is in no way my fault, as you have been warned. This story is copyrighted 2004 Rebecca Brown. Do not plagiarise, post it on any site, or publish it without my explicit written permisson.
Note: This is my first attempt at writing, so be gentle! Though constructive critisism is welcome!
Faithfully Insane,
Beckah Brown
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Jamie Sheldon: New Beginnings, Prologue: By: Beckah Brown
"You must be Jamie. Come on in," the door to the attendance office opened and a sturdy, professional looking woman beckoned for Jamie to enter. Although the principal smiled warmly, he eyed the police officer behind her warily.
Brushing a lock of sandy blonde hair out of his eyes, Jamie sighed and stood up, slipping into the office after the woman. The officer started to speak, "Hello, Jamie. My name is Officer Golding." Jamie simply nodded. "I bet you'd like to know what I'm doing here. Am I right? Okay, well, Jamie, someone reported seeing some bad bruises on your neck and arms. Would you like to tell me who hit you?" Jamie's head jerked up. "Nobody hit me. I just tripped, that's all!" he lied. He couldn't tell them the truth. That his mom had been hitting on him since he was a little kid. After all, it was his fault. He was stupid. His mom was just teaching him a lesson when she beat him.
Jamie felt caged in, claustrophobic. He suddenly jumped up and bolted out the door. A foot came out of nowhere and tripped him. He fell flat on his face. He started to get up and run off again, but it was too late. The police officer had reached him. He groaned inwardly as Officer Golding tightened his grip on his wrist. "That wasn't a smart thing to do, Jamie. We're here to help you. Now, did your father hit you? We need to know, son. It's real important that you're safe," he stated. Jamie put on his poker face, the one he always put on when his mother was in one of her moods. If he didn't, she'd just hit him harder for being weak. He remained silent, choosing instead to study the speciman that had tripped him. He was a blonde like Jamie himself, but more of a Californian blonde. He had big, blue eyes and a certain air of confidence about him. He was about three inches taller than Jamie.
Officer Golding, seeing Jamie glare at the boy he said, "Aiden, I thought I told you to stay in the squad car. I need to speak with Jamie. Privately." Aiden replied, "Awww, Golding, I've been stuck in the back of that piece of junk for hours. Gimme a break, would ya?" Officer Golding pointed one finger at the door, and commanded, "Go!" Grumbling under his breath all the while, Aiden turned away and walked off. Golding put a hand on Jamie's shoulders in a viselike grip, steering him back into the office. He fought the urge to cry. The officer smiled grimly, and Jamie bagan to speak.
"It's not my dad, really! I don't even know who my dad is, for God's sake!" His anger had returned, and what he blurted out next came out accidently. "It's my mom! Godammit, my mother hits me! Yeah, that's right! I let my mother smack me around!" Jamie yelled with fury and self-hatred, punching the concrete wall with all of his 145 IBs. Unfortunately, that has absolutely zero effect on the wall, and about 100 % damage to his hand. He keeled over, clutching his injured fist. Jamie gagged, wanting to throw up. The reality of what he'd just said and done had started to set in. He cried out in agony just before he passed out cold.
Jamie:
Voices. Really loud voices. And my hand hurt. Where am I? I wondered. I opened my eyes and it dawned on me that I was in the hospital. I jumped, surprised, when I heard a knock at the hospital door. I glanced up an blinked, in, once again, surprise. It wasn't O.G. (Officer Golding) as I'd expected, but the boy who had tripped me before...What was his name? Oh, yeah...Aiden. Boy, he's even hotter looking than before. I hope he's not straight. But of course he'll be. All the guys who happen to be smart, funny, sweet, and good looking all at the same time always are, I thought to myself.
"So, Sleeping Beauty has finally awakened," He said in a teasing tone. "Oh, shut up and tell me why the hell I'm in the hospital!" I grumbled. "You do realize that what you just said makes absolutely no grammatical sense? I mean, if I can't talk, than I can't very well tell you anything, can I?" Aiden replied, all innocence now. I was so itching to punch him, but I figured that'd be a bad idea for two reasons. One, he had some sort of connection with the law, and two, he was bigger than me, and could seriously damage me if he wanted. "Why do I get the funny feeling we're gonna end up either best friends or worst enemies?" I asked. He started to grin, but his smile soon faded when he saw O.G. standing in the door way, leaning against it's frame. Man, did he put a whole new deffinition to the term body language. He was pulling all the silent stops. He had the glare in place, forearms cris-crossed, and ankles crossed. Hell, I wasn't even the one in trouble, obviously, since his frown was turned towards Aiden, but man, even I was getting a little worried.
"I do believe, Aiden, that I told you to get me if Jamie came to out of his faint while you were keeping an eye on him? And did you follow orders?" O.G. questioned him sternly. Came to? I pondered as Aiden recieved a lecture. What am I, a girl? "Dude, it's wake up, not come to. It's not like I fainted, girls do that- I just passed out," I explained. Why Aiden choked on his water and snorted it out of his nose is beyond me. O.G. tried to suppress a chuckle, but ended up fighting a loosing battle. When they stopped giggling, I said, "Would someone please care to tell me what's so funny?" I really, couldn't see how my previous explanation on how passing out is different from fainting is hilarious. My eyebrow went up when my question sent Aiden into gales of melodic laughter and O.G. in to a harmonic roar. I sighed at the narrotic idiots in front of me. "Hopeless, I tell you. Hopeless..." I muttered as I hid under the hospital sheets and held the white, sterilized smelling pillow to my face to conceal my own grin.
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"Hey, Jamie, has the shrink come ta visit you yet?" Aiden asked the next morning. For some idiotic reason, the hospital forced me to stay overnight because I'd had a "shock." Ha- If they only knew!
"Thank god, no! You mean to tell me I have to see a shrink! No way. Nota chance. They'll have to surgically remove me from this room if they want me to see a shrink." I replied defiantly.
I was facing the door to my room, puting on my tennis shoes, so I didn't see him and was surprised (I sure am surprised a lot, ain't I?) to here O.G and another voice come up behind me and clamp a hand on my shoulder, saying "No need... That 'shrink' has came to you, Mr. Jamie Sheldon."
TBC