The Sessions

Date: November 23, 2001 Author: Alex _____________________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________________

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Author's Note: I am so happy with all the responses that I received. Thank you all who sent e-mail to me. The Sessions lives on. I am going to make much more chapters. Well, here's what you asked for, Chapter Two. Hope you like it. I like receiving feedback so if you want to send e-mail to me, please send it to lolomgwtfisthat@aol.com _____________________________________________________________

The Sessions Chapter Two

There was only one thing good about baby-sitting boy demon tonight. It was that he took my mind off of Mikey. Even though the king of disaster broke my mom's vase and my TV, I'm happy that thoughts of Mikey didn't enter my mind one bit when I was baby-sitting him. I can't wait till his mom comes and gets him. Finally, there she is. I walk to the door with Joey and I give him over to his mother and get my money. His mother must know what a hassle he is because she gave me $40 for only baby-sitting him for 2 hours. With all the money I've saved up, I can probably buy myself another TV. I need to do my psychology homework. I go to my room and start doing the rest of my homework. When I get on the bed, a piece of paper slips off and fall on the floor. I reach for it and see what it is. It's Mikey's phone number. Immediately, I can see Mikey's face. I can hear his voice. STOP thinking like this! But I can't help it. I can see him walking into my life for the first time over and over again. I hate this! I'm not going to fall for him! I'm not going to call him. I don't like boys and I bet that he doesn't either. I finish my homework and lay on my back. Looking at the ceiling is one of the things I do to think things through. I started doing this since I was 12. Too bad I can't be 12 again; I wouldn't have this horrible knowledge about myself. I look at my clock; it's 8:39. How does time go by so fast when I look at the ceiling?

I see my mom's headlights through my window. The moment she enters that door, she will see the mess in the house and scream at me. I can already tell by the way she slammed the door. I can here her stomping up the stairs right now. She is going to yell at me. I just know it. She's at my door.

"Christopher John Hess, why is that mess down in the living room?"

"I cleaned up as best as I could mom."

"Don't tell me that. You can do much better. Now go down and clean up the mess you left behind."

"It wasn't me, It was Joey."

"Well, you should have the responsibility to take control of a 6-year-old boy."

"Don't you mean hell spawn."

"CJ, I don't want to hear things like that."

"Fine."

She left. Good. I don't like it when she thinks that taking care of Joey is easy and whenever there is a mess left, she blames it all on me. She needs a clue. I go downstairs into the living room. I look at all the magazines, X-Box controllers, games, DVD's spread all over the floor. I always tell that boy to clean up but he just doesn't obey. Oh well, I can always say no next time his mom asks me to baby-sit.

I'm coming out of the front doors of my school. It's all dark and foggy. Where am I? Hey, why am I at school? Where is everyone? I have to get home. Why can't my mom give me a car? I have my license. I have to call my mom. I don't even know what time it is. It looks late. I can see the payphone next to the front door. Someone is using it. I'll just wait. I look in my pocket for some change, I can't find any. I guess I'm going to call collect. Who's this person talking on the phone? Why is he looking at me? I look at the person's face and I freeze. It's Mikey. Why does he have to be here of all people? I need to go. I can't stay here. I need to go home. I only live 6 miles away, not a far walk. I look one last time at him. His face is so tempting. NO! I can't think this way. I really need to go. I start turning but am stop by a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey CJ, it seems that we are the only 2 people here. Spooky ain't it?"

"Yeah, you can say that."

"Well, I just got out of wrestling practice. You look like you need a lift. I have a car. Do you want a ride?"

"Ah, you don't have to do that. Thank you. I was about to call my mom to get me."

"Oh, I insist. Please, come with me?"

He is so tempting. Why not, my mom would probably yell at me for calling collect to get me this late. I won't do anything funny and he won't either. It's just a ride.

"Sure, I guess."

"Cool! My car is the white BMW over there."

I look over my shoulder and see his cool car. I would love to have that car. It's just the kind of car I would've seen him driving. Every second he gets better and better. No, I can't think this way. It's just a ride, nothing more. We walk to his car and he opens my door. He runs over and opens his. We both get seated and get adjusted. He turns the car on with a smile and we race out of the parking lot.

"So, What were you doing so late at school," said Mikey.

"I don't know. One minute, I was in my room, the next, I'm at school."

"That's strange. Maybe you slept in all your classes."

"I don't remember any of my classes."

"Really, that's strange."

"I know."

We are almost at my block. Time is going by so fast. I look out the windshield and can see it starting it to rain. I look over at Mikey. Mikey is looking at me with a smirk on his face. I look in his eyes and can't look away. They are so beautiful. He is so beautiful.

"CJ, we are on your street. Which one is your house?"

I snap out of it and immediately feel ashamed. I'm so embarrassed. I can feel the skin on my face burning.

"I-it's the last one on the right with the blue mailbox."

He just keeps on smiling. Why is he so happy?

"Here we are CJ. Home sweet home. Better go at a run so you won't get very wet."

"T-thank you Mikey. I really appreciate this. I don't know how to repay you."

"You don't have to repay me CJ. It was my pleasure. It got us to know each other better."

"Yeah."

I look at his eyes again. They seem to just look through me. I can't look away. They have me in my seat. He's leaning towards me. He stops about an inch away from my face. I can feel him breath on me. He smells so good. He leans a little bit closer and kisses me. His lips are so soft. What am I talking about?! He just kissed me! I can't believe this. I need to go. This is not happening to me. Mikey did not just kiss me. It's all my imagination. He is still there. What is that beeping sound?

The alarm is going off. Another day is here. All my books are slobbered over. Yuck. That was such a weird dream. I don't want ever to have one like that again. I can't believe that I dreamed like that. I only met Mikey yesterday. I really don't need this. I get out of bed and put all my books away in my backpack. I go to the bathroom and get naked. I look at myself in the mirror. What is wrong with you? I get in the shower and turn on the hot water. The water feels so good. I don't want to go to school today. I'm going to go nuts with Mikey tempting me day after day. Why do I have to think of him so much?

I don't think that mom can make anything else but the same food everyday. The eggs today are really runny. I need to be around people around my age.

"Mom, when are we going to go?"

"We are going to go in a few minutes. Why?"

"Oh, I just needed to get to class a little early today."

"Well, I guess we can go now. Get your stuff."

Thank Jesus, I really hate being around her. The faster we go, the faster I will be away from her. I don't want to wonder what my mom will say if she knew about me liking Mikey. She'll probably kick me out of the house with nothing. Why does she have to be mean to gay people? Why do I have to be gay? I hate this almost as much as my mom does. Why can't I be normal? Oh well, here she comes.

She drops me off at the front of my school as always. I say good bye and start heading right away to where Gina is. I can see that she still has the same look on her face even though she apologized to me. Why can't she just believe me? Oh well. I look around at people talking while I'm walking towards Gina. Gina walks towards me and gives me a hug but no kiss. I wonder why?

"I see that you were looking around when you were coming my way. Were you looking for Mikey? Hmmm."

Man, here she is accusing me again. Why can't she just drop the subject? Why can't she forget that I was staring at Mikey in 1st hour?

"No, I wasn't. I thought you said to me last night that you believed what I told you."

"I do CJ, I was only kidding. Geesh, you sure are paranoid about that. So anyway, how are you this glorious morning?"

"I'm doing good, I guess."

"I'm doing wonderful. Don't you just love mornings like these? Fresh air, not a cloud in the sky, a little breeze, the leaves turning different colors, too bad we didn't live up north, we could right now be getting snow. I love snow."

"You're crazy Gina. I would hate to have to shovel my drive way every few days. Raking all my leaves off my front yard is a hassle already for me. It doesn't have to be worse."

"Yeah, I wouldn't have to because that's a job for men. I have 3 brothers who can do that just fine. Let's start going to class."

"Sure, whatever."

We go through the front doors and enter the common's area. Everybody is seated on the benches and drinking coffee from the school's coffee shop. I really want to taste their coffee. We pass the common's area without saying a word to each other. I wonder what she is thinking. Probably about the same thing as me. Coffee, coffee, coffee.

"Did you do your homework last night CJ? I didn't have the time. Mark and I went to the movies. We saw Harry Potter. It was long but it was good. That malfoy kid was sure cute. If I were younger, I would like him as my boyfriend."

"I did my homework after Joey went home. You always think of boys as potential prospects, when are you going to go grow-up a little?"

"I am grown, I don't know what you are talking about. Well, let me see your homework."

"Sure, here it is. I sure want a cup of coffee from the school's coffee shop. I hear that it's good. I wish that I had the money to buy a cup."

"Well, here's 2 bucks. It's the least that I can do since I've been copying your homework for the last 8 years."

Wow, she has never done this before; I wonder why she is being so nice. Oh well. I go to the coffee shop and wait in line with the rest of the folk here. I wait about 5 minutes to get to the front so I can order. I already know what I want. I want a cappuccino with vanilla cream foam stuff. As I get to the front, I almost drop my money on the floor. The person who is taking orders is Mikey. Don't worry. He won't make conversation with me since he is so busy making coffee with everyone. How did he get a job working here? He has only been here a day. I look down and can see that I'm shaking. Why am I so jittery? I need to calm down. This is not because of Mikey. I'm just chilled. Looks like I'm next.

"Hey there CJ, what's up? What would you like?"

"Hi, I'm doing good. I want a cappuccino with vanilla foam/cream."

"Sure, be back in a sec."

"Alright."

He seems pleased to meet me now. I look at his butt as he gets something from a high shelf. It looks nice. WHY am I thinking this way? Why am I looking at his butt for? It's not normal. Why does he make me so self-conscious? I wish that he never came to my school. He's coming back.

"It's on the house. Hope you like it. I added some extra things so it will really taste good.

"T-thank you. I don't know why you did this for me. Thank you. Well, I got to go see where Gina is. Bye."

"Yeah, well, lets say it's a thank you for helping me with homework. See you in 1st hour. Bye."

This is nice. He gave it to me for free. I wonder if that is a thing to get on my good side. Well, I won't be his friend even if he gets stark naked in front of me. He will look so good naked. STOP thinking that way. You are normal! I got to get to Gina.

I arrive to my class and can see that Gina is copying my homework while talking to Phillip. She must like him. That is disgusting. I hope she don't go out with him. I sit in my seat.

"Hey, how is your coffee CJ?" asked Phillip

"It's really good, Mikey made it."

The moment I said Mikey's name, Gina looked up at my face. I wonder what she is looking for? She won't find one thing. After a second of looking at my face, she slowly turned back to copying my homework. That was weird.

"Isn't he that new kid that came yesterday? How did he get a job at the coffee shop? I've been applying to get that job for the last month."

"Well, I don't know."

Phillip goes back to his seat and I start talking to Gina.

"You know what, Mikey gave me the cappuccino for free. Wasn't that nice of him?"

"Why did he give it to you for free?"

Her face changed so fast when I said his name. Well, she's out of luck. She won't find one gay thing about this.

"He said it was for helping him with his homework during lunch yesterday."

"I almost forgot about that. How did that go? Did you make googley eyes at each other?"

"W-what did you say? How dare you."

She starts laughing loudly for a couple of seconds. She has a horrible laugh. She sounds like a witch.

"I'm just kidding with you CJ. Don't worry."

"Good."

Dr. Childs comes in as the bell rings, as usual. Immediately we start taking notes about metabolism. A few minutes later, Mikey comes in breathing hard with a tardy slip in his hand. He looks good. NO HE DOESN'T! You don't like boys. You are normal. Why do I have to be this way?

"I'm sorry Dr. Childs. I had to close the coffee shop all by myself."

"That's ok, just copy the notes we already have done off of someone else during break."

"Sure."

He sits down at his desk and looks right at me. He smiles then winks at me. I turn immediately away. What is that all about? Is that meant to be something more that a friendly wink? No, he must do that with everyone who is his friend. Stop thinking retarded. You're normal. I look over at Gina and I can see her scribbling away at a small piece of paper. She finishes it and passes it to me.