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Chapter 2 of Or So David Thinks...
The rest of the day blew by me really fast. Josh shadowed me, so they did nothing to me during the day. After all, he could decline, and who would be better to beat the shit out of?!
Me.
The guy had to leave at two-thirty. He told me that we were exchanging houses, and to get all my stuff packed for moving in on Sunday. My parents knew where this house was, for his had spoken to mine, so we were offered exchanges. House for house. His parents would move in with him, I would be alone. Yay!... Not. I shrugged and took the shortest way to my house. On the way I stopped and grabbed some groceries. When I got ‘home’ I grabbed the brush and set to work on sterilizing the bathroom.
After a little while, that job was done, so I did my laundry. All my shirts had a bit of blood on them by now, so almost no point in it, but I desperately needed pants. Once that was finished, I kept two of each thing out for Saturday and Sunday. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up at eleven o’clock the next day. There was a tap on my window. I ran over, because usually Randy was running away, and ran to me. But as I peered out, I saw the slightly familiar form of Josh. I opened the window and pulled him in, then slammed it back.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He was definitely out of breath, so I paused a moment, looking at him for some explanation. He finally looked up and spoke in a speeded way, trying to get all the words to choke out.
“I had to get away. How far did I end up running? I mean, I came from about a hundred yards from my school. How far are you from your school?” I had to concentrate a moment.
“Five minutes: running distance. So that’s about five miles… our schools are… not THAT far away from each other… I don’t think… why? Why were you running?”
He paused a moment and looked up, then nodded.
“If you wanna kick me out after this, fine, I wouldn’t be surprised. But… I’m gay. They run me off the property and usually out of the town before they stop. But the school’s on, like, the border of town. I think.” I can say I was quite the stunned man. Him? Gay? No way a jock that uberly, hot: was gay. Nope, I was hearing things. He said ‘I have a game to play’… not quite the right number of syllables, but you gotta give me credit for trying. I sighed and looked up from the spot of floor I had stared at, trying to organize my thoughts. He stood, waiting patiently.
“I’m not kicking you out. Partly ‘cause that’s what I’m going through…. partly. I’m getting beaten up at like, every class. Because I’m gay, you probably ‘couldn’t tell’ right?” He looked like he was running this through his mind.
“Actually, I could. It wasn’t direct, but the looks people threw at you during school.” I immediately thought this over.
“So is your school a lot like mine? Or is it different?” He must have been weighing it, so it looked like my chances were bad. It must have shown in my expressions because he grinned.
“No. It’s a lot better. It’s only three guys to steer clear of: Pierre, Jeff, and Chuck. They’re bitches-the ones that ran me off the property. Who should I look out for in your school?” He watched my face now, only in a friendly, concerned and waiting way, though.
“Randy, and ‘the jocks’. You’ll see who I mean. Most everyone else is… well they just ignore you, but you might be able to find someone to hang around. I just preferred to be the loner, this year.” I half-smiled into the joke. He gave a full smile, and grabbed me around the waist.
“Okay.” He pulled me into the biggest hug I’ve EVER received. And that’s pretty big, considering. I stood, shocked a moment before returning the gift. Then something struck me. Why go to school on a Saturday? Hmmm…
“Why’dya go to school on a Saturday?....” I stated the question slowly. He smirked and gave me a squeeze.
“I had a baseball game… I wasn’t on time anyway, so no big difference. The coach would’ve just said that I was late, so I couldn’t play. Anyway, we can spend time together, just talking, you know?” I smiled, this one was genuine. I wrapped my arm about him, draping it around his shoulders. I was really starting to like Josh. He was cool for a jock with a nose ring.
“Sure. And we can clean up the house a bit while we talk. I haven’t gotten it to its best, yet. I have what I need in the fridge, I cleaned the bathroom, packed my things, and did laundry. Shit like that. But I need to vacuum and crap. Wanna help? We can put some Rancid in the stereo or whatever.” He chuckled and turned to walk with me, obviously pleased that we could be friends.
“Only if you play some Sex Pistols.” I dug out my CD case and put some other stuff in as well. He cleaned the kitchen as I vacuumed the living room next to it. As we finished the first room, I grinned.
“Lebensraum, tout fini!” He just laughed and shook his head.
“You used German, then French. You’re one fucked up little man, aren’t you?” I grinned again and wrapped my arm around his waist.
“You bet.” We set about cleaning all the other rooms, ending with a pick up of my room, and dropping onto the couch. An hour later, I woke up to him still sleeping. I nudged his arm and put my head down on it. He mumbled something, and then shifted, waking up.
“Good morning, Quebec.” His half-sleeping state caught him unaware just how funny that was. I giggled and pushed his arm a bit. I tugged at my hair a bit, finally getting ready to get up. I noticed it was now 8:30 at night already, handed the phone to him.
“You should call your parents, let them know that you’re gonna sleep here for the night that way they won’t get pissed and call the cops on me.” He smiled lazily, then draped his free arm around my shoulders, taking the phone and giving his parents a quick ‘ring’ as we like to call it.
He was still on the phone when I left the room, only to grab us each a drink. He walked in, obviously not on the phone anymore, and looked over my shoulder as I poured the orange juice into each cup. He giggled, so naturally I looked back. Our faces were inches away, but neither of us cared; we were completely comfortable at this time around each other. I scrunched up my face like a little kid and playfully shoved him back.
“Shut up, this is all there is left in this house. You’re gonna have to buy groceries.” He chuckled and headed back to the sofa in the room opposite. After about five minutes I came out with the drinks, and cookies I had found in the cupboard. They were still good, so we could eat them. Lucky me.
I was glad I now knew someone to confide in. Josh was a good friend. I think I’ll keep him around. But we’re in the closet together now. But just as friends. Not like we’re doing anything in that closet… I think…
The rest of the day blew by me really fast. Josh shadowed me, so they did nothing to me during the day. After all, he could decline, and who would be better to beat the shit out of?!
Me.
The guy had to leave at two-thirty. He told me that we were exchanging houses, and to get all my stuff packed for moving in on Sunday. My parents knew where this house was, for his had spoken to mine, so we were offered exchanges. House for house. His parents would move in with him, I would be alone. Yay!... Not. I shrugged and took the shortest way to my house. On the way I stopped and grabbed some groceries. When I got ‘home’ I grabbed the brush and set to work on sterilizing the bathroom.
After a little while, that job was done, so I did my laundry. All my shirts had a bit of blood on them by now, so almost no point in it, but I desperately needed pants. Once that was finished, I kept two of each thing out for Saturday and Sunday. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up at eleven o’clock the next day. There was a tap on my window. I ran over, because usually Randy was running away, and ran to me. But as I peered out, I saw the slightly familiar form of Josh. I opened the window and pulled him in, then slammed it back.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He was definitely out of breath, so I paused a moment, looking at him for some explanation. He finally looked up and spoke in a speeded way, trying to get all the words to choke out.
“I had to get away. How far did I end up running? I mean, I came from about a hundred yards from my school. How far are you from your school?” I had to concentrate a moment.
“Five minutes: running distance. So that’s about five miles… our schools are… not THAT far away from each other… I don’t think… why? Why were you running?”
He paused a moment and looked up, then nodded.
“If you wanna kick me out after this, fine, I wouldn’t be surprised. But… I’m gay. They run me off the property and usually out of the town before they stop. But the school’s on, like, the border of town. I think.” I can say I was quite the stunned man. Him? Gay? No way a jock that uberly, hot: was gay. Nope, I was hearing things. He said ‘I have a game to play’… not quite the right number of syllables, but you gotta give me credit for trying. I sighed and looked up from the spot of floor I had stared at, trying to organize my thoughts. He stood, waiting patiently.
“I’m not kicking you out. Partly ‘cause that’s what I’m going through…. partly. I’m getting beaten up at like, every class. Because I’m gay, you probably ‘couldn’t tell’ right?” He looked like he was running this through his mind.
“Actually, I could. It wasn’t direct, but the looks people threw at you during school.” I immediately thought this over.
“So is your school a lot like mine? Or is it different?” He must have been weighing it, so it looked like my chances were bad. It must have shown in my expressions because he grinned.
“No. It’s a lot better. It’s only three guys to steer clear of: Pierre, Jeff, and Chuck. They’re bitches-the ones that ran me off the property. Who should I look out for in your school?” He watched my face now, only in a friendly, concerned and waiting way, though.
“Randy, and ‘the jocks’. You’ll see who I mean. Most everyone else is… well they just ignore you, but you might be able to find someone to hang around. I just preferred to be the loner, this year.” I half-smiled into the joke. He gave a full smile, and grabbed me around the waist.
“Okay.” He pulled me into the biggest hug I’ve EVER received. And that’s pretty big, considering. I stood, shocked a moment before returning the gift. Then something struck me. Why go to school on a Saturday? Hmmm…
“Why’dya go to school on a Saturday?....” I stated the question slowly. He smirked and gave me a squeeze.
“I had a baseball game… I wasn’t on time anyway, so no big difference. The coach would’ve just said that I was late, so I couldn’t play. Anyway, we can spend time together, just talking, you know?” I smiled, this one was genuine. I wrapped my arm about him, draping it around his shoulders. I was really starting to like Josh. He was cool for a jock with a nose ring.
“Sure. And we can clean up the house a bit while we talk. I haven’t gotten it to its best, yet. I have what I need in the fridge, I cleaned the bathroom, packed my things, and did laundry. Shit like that. But I need to vacuum and crap. Wanna help? We can put some Rancid in the stereo or whatever.” He chuckled and turned to walk with me, obviously pleased that we could be friends.
“Only if you play some Sex Pistols.” I dug out my CD case and put some other stuff in as well. He cleaned the kitchen as I vacuumed the living room next to it. As we finished the first room, I grinned.
“Lebensraum, tout fini!” He just laughed and shook his head.
“You used German, then French. You’re one fucked up little man, aren’t you?” I grinned again and wrapped my arm around his waist.
“You bet.” We set about cleaning all the other rooms, ending with a pick up of my room, and dropping onto the couch. An hour later, I woke up to him still sleeping. I nudged his arm and put my head down on it. He mumbled something, and then shifted, waking up.
“Good morning, Quebec.” His half-sleeping state caught him unaware just how funny that was. I giggled and pushed his arm a bit. I tugged at my hair a bit, finally getting ready to get up. I noticed it was now 8:30 at night already, handed the phone to him.
“You should call your parents, let them know that you’re gonna sleep here for the night that way they won’t get pissed and call the cops on me.” He smiled lazily, then draped his free arm around my shoulders, taking the phone and giving his parents a quick ‘ring’ as we like to call it.
He was still on the phone when I left the room, only to grab us each a drink. He walked in, obviously not on the phone anymore, and looked over my shoulder as I poured the orange juice into each cup. He giggled, so naturally I looked back. Our faces were inches away, but neither of us cared; we were completely comfortable at this time around each other. I scrunched up my face like a little kid and playfully shoved him back.
“Shut up, this is all there is left in this house. You’re gonna have to buy groceries.” He chuckled and headed back to the sofa in the room opposite. After about five minutes I came out with the drinks, and cookies I had found in the cupboard. They were still good, so we could eat them. Lucky me.
I was glad I now knew someone to confide in. Josh was a good friend. I think I’ll keep him around. But we’re in the closet together now. But just as friends. Not like we’re doing anything in that closet… I think…