Hi, thanks for reading my story. This is my first attempt at any creative writing of any kind, but please do not take it easy on me! I want to hear any and all questions, comments, concerns, or story suggestions. Just e-mail me your feedback at: silent_author@hotmail.com
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NEW YEAR, NEW FUN
Chapter One *****************************************************************************
"Shawn, this is the fifth time I have told you to get your butt out of bed!" my mom screamedfrom her perch in the kitchen downstairs. "Do you want to be late on the first day of school?" she asked. Oh God, I thought to myself, my summer--over already!
"I'm up, I'm up," I mumbled to no one in particular. The summer had gone by so fast, but in a way I was glad.
My two best friend for my whole life both moved hundreds of miles away. They were the type of friends who you could tell anything to and not be afraid of them criticing you. Casey moved out to New York because of his dad's "important" executive job, and Matt went down to Florida with his mom to escape a nasty divorce and abusive father situation. So now maybe I could make some new friends. I never had an easy time making friends, and that's why Matt and Casey were so important to me. I guess I can tell you about me now: my name is Shawn Owens. I'm about average height (maybe a tad bit shorter than everyone else) at 5'6", fairly thin, but not too thin, at 127 pounds. I have bright green eyes and dark brown hair. The girls always thought I was cute, but I just couldn't feel the same. I knew that I was gay since about seventh grade. I tried to like girls, honest, but they just didn't turn me on. I guess that is another reason why I couldn't make friends (not that anyone knew), but I was afraid I'd get attracted to them or they'd find out about me.
I slowly made my way out of my nest, of bed as most people know it, and headed for the shower. I turned the water on and let it warm up for a minute before I jumped in. Now, usually I would have a quick "yank", if you know what I mean, but there was no time for that today. I stepped out and quickly dried myself off. I stood in front of the mirror examing my self. I didn't look bad at all, I thought. The problem was finding someone to share myself with. I brushed my teeth, fixed my hair, and put on some school clothes, then headed downstairs to get breakfast. My mom had made waffles and just as I started to eat them, she gave me a kiss and told me she had to get going. She was an doctor and had an office in the hospital. She always worked long, erratic hours. But she made good money! My dad had died about five years ago in a car wreck, and we were just now getting completely over it.
I threw my plate in the sink, grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. As I got out of the door, I saw Anthony. "Hey, wait up!", I screamed at him. He turned around and stopped as I jogged up to him.
"Looks like you're running a little late yourself," he said to me. We usually walked to school together, it was only a few blocks away. He was a good friend, but just not like Matt and Casey were. We chatted about the upcoming school year, and what classes we had signed up for.
We walked into school and looked at the list of homeroom teachers, and we then went our separate ways to find where we were supposed to be. My homeroom was Mrs. Jacobs, a crazy, menacing old woman. I walked in and slung my self into an empty desk towards the back of the room. The rest of the people slowly filed in, and the bell finally rang.
"OK," the wicked old woman said, "I gonna call out your name and you are going to get up here and get your schedule. I'm not the postal service, so you better get up here quick if you don't want to dig it out of trash." She called out some names then finally got to mine. "Shawn Owens," she said in her evil voice. I hurried up there and got back to my seat in record time.
She babbled on for a few minutes and then said, "Justin Walter." A few seconds passed, then she crumpled it up and threw it in the trash. Thank God I don't have to see her again, I thought.
While she sat behind her desk waiting for the bell to ring so she could get rid of us, the door opened and the hottest guy I have ever seen walked in. He handed her a pass from the counselor's office and quietly told her that they messed up and told him to go the the wrong room. She looked up and said, "Your schedule is in the trash." He looked at her and saw that she wasn't joking. After retrieving his schedule from the trash, he took the only empty seat, which was right in front of her desk. After what seemed like and eternity, the bell rang and the class emptied in less than 3 seconds.
I went to my new locker for the first time and saw HIM struggling with his locker, which was right next to mine! "Uh, excuse me, but, uhm, I can't get my locker open. Could you help me?", he asked.
Anything for you, I thought to myself. "Sure, what's the combination to it?" I asked.
"4-33-14," he said. He had the most sexy voice I had ever heard. I couldn't help but to check out his body. He was about an inch taller than me, maybe a few pounds more than me. He had short dark blond hair that went perfectly with his deep blue eyes. "Hello, are you there?", he said to me. I must have been staring too long because I didn't hear a word he said. I gave him an embarrased look and was able to open his locker on the first try. "Well, I must look like an idiot now," he said.
"No, it happens to me all the time," I replied.
"So, you think you could show me how to get to my next class?", he asked.
Duh. "Sure, let me see you schedule," I said, happy that we were actually having a conversation. Wow, we had four out of six of the same classes together. The next period being one of them. "We are in the same class next period, let me get my stuff and I'll show you there." I saw him with a smile on his face. Has he actually happy to be talking to ME?
"Great," he said. Great, great, well, maybe I'll have a good friend after all. We grabbed out stuff and started off down the hall. "You never told me your name," he said looking at me.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Shawn," I told him.
"I'm Justin," he said in that sexy voice of his. We were having a great time talking during the entire length of the class. He couldn't eat lunch with me because he had to finish some transfer papers.
We met up again during sixth period, the last period of the day, and made sure that we got seats next to each other. As the minutes ticked away finishing off the school day, he looked at me with that adorable face of his and said, "Hey, my mom doesn't get off work until 6:00, do you think I could come over to your place so I won't have to stay over there by myself."
"Sure, that would be great," I said as I smiled at him.
We met at our lockers and I found out that he only lived a few streets down from me. I unlocked my door, and we stepped into the house. We talked a few minutes and then turned the tv on and watched for about 45 minutes.
Then I felt his hand on my thigh. I jumped and looked over at him, not because I didn't like it or want it, but because it shocked me to be touched by the hottest person I have ever seen. He looked up at my startled face and grabbed his bags.
"Uh, I really have to get going," he said before running out of the house.
The next day at school he said nothing to me. He just kept his head down and wouldn't even look at me. After the last period of the day, I saw him at his locker. I decided to ask him if he wanted to come over.
"Hey, Justin. Do you want to come over to my house and do something." He looked over at me like he was surprised that I would even talk to him.
"Well, I have some things that I have to do over at the house..."
"No, not good enough, lets go." I said as I grabbed him away from his locker. He started laughing, then I laughed and neither of us could stop it.
We finally got to my house, and I saw him get a serious look on his face. "I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday. I like you, but just I don't think we can be friends anymore."
"What do you mean?", I asked.
"You know, what happened yesterday. Yeah, I'm gay and I really like you, happy? That's who I am and I can't do anything about it. If you can't handle that, then there's no reason for us to be friends."
"But Justin, I wasn't..."
"You don't have to explain, I know that you were uncomfortable. If you are like that around someone, then you shouldn't have to be forced to be their friend out pity."
I was getting mad that he wouldn't listen, and he knew it.
"Justin, you don't understand, I, I, I,..."
"Goodbye, Shawn," he said.
How could he do this to me? I thought we were getting along great. Well, I was mad and I wouldn't let him leave without knowing it.
I screamed at him and it must have sounded like I was going to murder him. He started to run towards the door. As he walked out the door, I grabbed him. He spun around and I could see the fear in his eyes. He stood there shaking, waiting for me to punch him in the face.
I walked up to him, tightly grabbed his right shoulder, and...
...planted a huge kiss right on him!....
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