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Isn't it funny how we think we leave the past in the past, until it comes up and kicks you in the ass to remind you it's there? Never in my life did I ever think I would go home again, and now I was expected to return to one place I never wanted see again Heartsville, Texas. Whats bringing me back? Well my band JBM is just about to break through and be America's next hot band, and we were hired to headline a music festival that the towns hosts every year. Except this year the festival was to be a benefit set of concerts to help raise money for senior citizens center.
Let me tell you a little about Heartsville. Cute name, everyone knows everyone else's business, and worse thing happening is a teenager getting drunk and breaking curfew. Of course I think many people would expect a town of 700 people to be just like that. It really wasn't a bad town to grow up in, well for most people it wasn't. Unfortunately for me, my father became a pastor for one of the church's town. He was a cruel and vile man, who used his pulpit spout hate and fear of anything that wasn't white and christian. Thankfully most of the town didn't attend his hate mongering, but enough did to make the town hard on people who were different.
I bet by now you are kind of curious about me, well there's not much to tell. My name is Brady Nathaniel Jordan, and I'm roughly six feet tall, blond hair blue eyed, muscled Texan cowboy. Girls and guys both go crazy over my tight abs and big biceps. Growing up I fought my sexuality for years, before finally admitting I was gay, and deciding to run from home and be myself. I am embarrassed to admit that all through school I was a bully, and took great pleasure targeting the weakest people I could find. People like Nessay Rodriguez. There's a name that haunts me. If i would of been brave, instead of weak and scared, who knows I might have him in my arms.
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(Fall of 1992 Kindergarten)
"Hi I'm Ness! What's your name?"
The first time I ever laid eyes on him, I felt it inside we were meant for each other. He was so cute as a kindergartner. Black hair, rimmed glasses, skinny and couple inches short than me. This look would be stuck on him for all the years we went to school together.
"Hi my names Brady! Do you wanna be my friend?"
All these years later I can remember the spark that hit me when he gave me a big hug. Ness than lead me over to his mom who is the type of mom that treated you as if you were her own kid, and once more was i given a big hug. From that day on we were inseparable, closer to being brothers than friends.
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(Summer of 1997)
"Brady do you make white stuff yet?"
We were between the ages of 11 and 12, that age where a boy's body starts to become a man. The question that started to change things between us. We were having one of our weekly sleep overs, camping out in Nessay's tree house. We had discovered each other's bodies, enjoying discovering things that we both enjoyed.
This was also the age where my father became the lead minister for the church in town. Something I wasn't ready for, and something I don't think the town was ready for. My father went from a loving man to a hate filled doom us all preacher.This was when my father started to voice his disapproval of Ness, about how much of a "faggot" he was, or "girlie" he looked with his longer hair and slim body. No matter what he said I just blew it off as someone who was jealous. Though I was having my own issues with my conflicting feelings towards Nessay, and what my father said god wanted from me. We kept our activities just between us, sworn to blood oath of brothers. If someone had taken a snapshot of us then, they would probable thought we would be together forever!
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(Summer of 2004)
"I am in love with you Brady!"
The words that ended everything between us, my heart was broken when he said those words. Why did he have to say that shit and break our brotherhood apart. My father had told us all about the sins, and wrongness of two men laying with each other. How dare he assume I would be a fag like him? All I could do is shove him away from him and storm out of the tree house. Hearing him yelling my name, desperate for me to stop. Instead I ran, and then turned the next four years of his life into hell. It was like someone else was controlling me as I turned and said words that shattered him.
"Shut up fag! I never want to see or hear from you again!"
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(Spring of 2007)
"Look at that little fag and his buddies!" I couldn't help but chuckle one of my lackeys pointed out our favorite targets. We were seniors and about to graduate, getting ready to leave this dusty little town in our tracks and not look back. Just because I didn't want the little fag talking to me, didn't mean I didn't enjoy tormenting him in all kinds of different ways. I had enjoyed spending the last three years making each of his school days little more miserable than the previous one. Isn't there a saying about youth and stupidity, well I was the definition of it.
This was going to be a lot of fun, we waited as the little fag and his buddies turned their back to us before we rushed them behind and shoved them into the lockers. and than proceeded to to pull their pants down exposing each of their asses. I honestly thought my my jaw was going to drop as I saw Nessay caramel skinned ass. Seriously did this kid do anything but squat in the gym? I couldn't help but stare for a couple seconds and think how those perfect globes would feel in my hands. I was just about to reach out and get a squeeze when the laughter and screams of different names before call the three fags different names.
We never did get in trouble for that or any of the the other incidents. I still remember the day though a couple weeks later when we were informed Nessay was leaving the school and would not walk with us in the Spring. Little did I know that would be the last time I would see Nessay before I would leave town. I did one afternoon try to visit Nessay and, talk to him but I was only met with a door opening then being slammed in my face.
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Now I was returning home, to a town that never wanted me but now needs me and my band. I owe Nessay a lot more than a simple I am sorry, now that I'm old enough to know who I am and what I want I can only hope it's not too late to start my friendship over with Nessay. I can still see that sexy ass in my mind's eye. Little did I know the home coming I would be receiving would be more interesting than I ever planned it to be....