Date: Tue, 4 Mar 2003 20:28:51 -0800 (PST) From: stormofthecentury27 Subject: Stand By Me - Chapter 3 Well, this one is about the same length as the pervious two. These things kind of end them selves I guess. Hope you all enjoy this one; I think you all will. Write me and let me know what you all think of this one. StormoftheCentury27@yahoo.com Stand By Me Installment III By: Strom from Philly 8 Passing the local grocesory store I saw old man Milo pushing a shopping cart towards his old battered up Ford pickup truck. It was a moderately cool Sunday morning in Castle Rock. Although it was a bit chilly - I can't stand the cold - I was the happiest kid in this small damn town - probably in the whole state of Maine even. Gordie and I had declared our love for one another. I knew if our feelings for one another got out we would be in some serious shit. For one thing at the time it was the early 1960's. Second being we lived in small town America. The people here would have a piece of our asses for sure. It looked like rain for later today. That would mean Gordie and I would get out of that baseball game with Teddy and the other guys. I smiled to myself, because that meant me and Gordie could spend the whole day together. We wouldn't get much time to spend together during the school week. I worked at the Shop 'N Go as a bagger right after school let out. After I'm done working my shift at the store I worked on my homework for my AP classes the following day. I walked pass the Castle Rock plaza over to Gordie's house, which was about a fifteen minute walk. Gordie was out front trimming the shrubbery. He also had the lawn mower out. One of the many things he was forced to do by his parents. I creep up behind Gordie and scare the crap out of him. "Shit, Chris! What the hell you go and do that for?" Gordie said. "'Cause I love you so much," I simply stated. "So, is that the way you show someone you love them?" "No." I looked around me to see if anyone was watching us. The coast was clear. I quickly kissed Gordie on the lips. "That's how I show someone that I love them," I laughed. "You still taste like strawberries." "Hmm. Do I? It must be me natural flavor. I haven't eaten anything yet today." I licked my lips as a said, "Well, you taste good. Yummy." Gordie smiled, "I'm done out here for today. Looks like rain anyways." Gordie put away the lawn mower and other tools away in the shed that was built off to the side of the Lachance's two-story three-bedroom house. He then opened the door to the house. "You coming in or what, Chambers?" I followed Gordie inside where he then pulled me closer to his body. He brought his hands up to the back of my head. We kissed passionately. I couldn't get enough of this kid. It felt like the first time each and every time. We titled out heads down - we were forehead-to-forehead - looking deep into one another's eyes. "I love you so much, Gordie" "I love you more. I don't deserve you." "Don't say that. Never say that. We belong together." That last statement from Gordie hurt me. I felt like I was the one who didn't deserve him. He was the better off kid who was destined to make it as a well-known author. "Umm...by the way, where are your parents?" I asked seriously hoping they weren't home. Gordie giggled, "They're not home." A grin spread across my face. "Well, lets not waste any time. What time will they be back?" "They won't be back for a couple house at least. They went up to Derry," Gordie explained. We wound up in the living room on the couch making out like crazy. I started to travel down to Gordie's neck right above his collarbone - nibbling gently in his soft flesh. "Chris, we should stop before we won't be able to." I kissed him one more time. "Your right. If we keep going you can kiss 'take it nice and slow' goodbye." "We can listen to some tunes for awhile if you want to." "Sure," I said. Gordie got up from next to me and said, "Be right back." "'K," I replied Gordie returned with a blanket in hand. As he made his way over to the couch he flipped on the radio dial. He plopped down next to me on the sofa and threw the blanket across us. We cuddled up next each other under the blanket. We had fallen asleep on the couch with Gordie's head resting on my shoulder next to mine. It was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon. Shit - Gordie's parents must be home by now. "Gordie, wake up," I nudged him. "Huh?" he mumbled. "Gordie, it's four in the afternoon." Gordie jumped up from the couch as if someone had shot him. "Shit," was all he said. Gordie's father walked in from the kitchen into the living room with a stern look plastered on his face. "Gordon, I think it's time your friend went home." I looked at Gordie. He was scared shitless. "I'll see you tomorrow," I told Gordie and left. SWITCH TO GORDIE AS NARRORATOR 9 Chris had left and I was nervous as hell. It was just my father and I now. He was pissed - that much I knew. He glared at me; he was disgusted with me. My mind flashed back to the dream I've had ever since Dennis was killed in that automobile accident. We were at the cemetery; it was a dark gloomy day. Dennis' casket was being lowered into the six foot deep grave. I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see my father towering over me staring down at me as if I were nothing more than yesterday's news. "It should've been you, Gordon." He said. I never got past that part of the dream. I'd always wake up sitting straight up in bed sweating bullets. "What in the hell were you two doing in my house?" he yelled. "I..." I had started to say, but he cut me off. "Stop. I don't want to hear any bullshit excuses. You're a faggot! And to top things off your in love with a goddamned thief." I was pissed now. "Chris isn't a fucking thief you good for nothing bastard!" "What the hell did you just say?" He swung his fist at me and hit my left eye. I fell backwards and hit the back of my head on the coffee table. "Get the fuck out of my house. Both of my sons are dead now." "You never gave a fuck about me anyways. You never liked me. It's was always Denny you ever gave a fuck about anyway. I was a mistake, remember?" I shot back at him. "I said get out!"