Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2006 09:42:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Tiffani Chin <eliteecrew@verizon.net>
Subject: Jumping over my Mountain, Chapter 5

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Jumping over my Mountain, Chapter 5


Helaku's point of view


I stared at the calendar in my bedroom.

May 12th.

The day where Crew left me to go off to California for four months with a
guy he claimed was just his best friend.

I imagined him getting onto the plane and some guy would smile and start
talking to him on the ride.

I missed him and I realized I had made a major mistake by cheating on
Crew. I could tell Crew was one of the good guys, something precious you
didn't find everyday in today's world.

So Crew wasn't open about his past, but he had so many other wonderful
qualities that in had failed to fully appreciate before it was too late.

Crew was hardworking, honest, caring, loving, funny, smart, adorable,
beautiful, ugh, the list goes on!

And I screwed it up so easily because I was mad and we had a little fight.

I wanted to give Crew his space and time to calm down, but it was harder
than I thought to get in touch with him. He was always so busy and he
seemed even more busy than usual. I think maybe he was avoiding me. I
rarely saw him around the twins place like I used to. Hell, I barely saw
the twins either, or should I say Storm, because Skyler still wasn't
talking to me.

Crew going to California. I shook my head. The thought worried me. Crew
going to California, meeting new people, new men. Crew was a great catch,
any idiot could see that.

"Except myself," I muttered falling backwards onto my bed and covering my
eyes with my hands.

I just lay there on my bed in silence, not really thinking about anything
specific, just feeling down and overall lost in my thoughts.

I gave a huge cry and after that I actually felt a little bit better.

I sat up and decided I needed to make a change. Whenever I was feeling down
I always wanted to a drastic change.

I remember in high school I got in a fight with a friend and we weren't
talking to each other, so I went to the nearest hair salon and bleached my
entire head of hair.

It was the worst decision of my life.

A Native American with white blond hair? That just didn't fly. I kept it
until some roots began to show and then I dyed it back to dark brown.

Yet I knew that I really needed a change now; this situation was calling
for it.

Crew did something random; he just picked up and left to go to another
state for the summer. Crew was obviously moving on with his life, or
choosing to forget about me.

I didn't want to forget about Crew, but it would be a good idea to move on
rather than pine for someone who no longer cared for me.

So here I was. I had practically four months of summer with nothing to do
except bartend, which I used to love but I was increasingly beginning to
hate it.

Every time some guy hit on me at the bar I was reminded of my one night of
weakness and how if I had only turned down that Brandon person, Crew and I
would still have been together.

As a result, I turned down every guy that ever asked me out. I had to dodge
some quizzical looks from my fellow bartender, Kay, who was well aware of
flirtatious behavior and knew I was no longer with Crew.

I jumped up.

"That's it!"

I grabbed my cell and dialed a very familiar number.

"Hey Dad," I said when the line picked up. "I've decided you're
right. Bartending is a dead end. I want a job."

*** "Dude, what is your deal?" I snapped while I was getting coffee in the
kitchen at the advertising agency that I had recently gotten hired at.

"What, I bumped into you accidentally," Bryce, a coworker, said innocently,
widening his blue eyes.

I glared at him and stirred some milk into my cup and then stalked away.

Unfortunately the little shit followed me as his cubicle was right next to
mine.

"You know you're really a class act," Bryce said as he walked beside me.

I spun around to face him and Bryce wasn't prepared for that and he knocked
right into me. We were so close, another inch from either one of us and we
would have been kissing.

He jumped back and blinked, licking his lips nervously.

I was so pissed I didn't bother to move. I stood rooted to the spot.

"How am I a class act?" I asked mimicking his tone.

I was so fed up with Bryce Whitman. Ever since my first day here he had
been cold, rude and ignored me when I was in the same room with a bunch of
people.

I wish he still ignored me.

Now it was the second week of June; three weeks after my first day and he
still made it a point to always throw some nasty comment at me or
accidentally push me. In fact he was always around me; in my face in some
form or another. It was getting annoying. In my opinion I hadn't done
anything to warrant the unwanted attention.

If there was a God, I prayed he would strike down this shit head in front
of me. I squeezed my eyes shut.

I opened them. Damn it! No such luck.

"You're such a stuck up kid," Bryce started.

Bryce always made it a point to call me kid even though at 26 he was only
four years older than me. It was his way of trying to belittle me or make
me feel inferior. It didn't work.

"And you walk your cocky ass around here just because your Uncle owns this
company. You didn't have to do any work or interviews to get this job. I
bet your major in college was nothing related to advertising or business,"
Bryce accused me.

I looked him straight in the eye, refusing to back down.

"Listen Whitman," I said hotly, "I majored in law and politics, which by
the way aren't easy subjects. I just don't sit around all day twiddling my
thumbs until an idea comes to mind, and I'm hard working; I do my share of
work even if my Uncle does own this company. I graduated in three years
with a 3.8 GPA and I've been on my own ever since I finished college. My
Dad or anyone else for that matter has never helped me out."

Bryce opened his mouth to say something, but I wasn't done. I needed to get
this out.

"Now the reason I assume you're always in my face," I said stepping closer
to him so I was eye to eye with him; which was easy since he was exactly my
height; "is because ever since I came here you felt threatened. I may not
have majored in business or advertising, but I'm naturally good at this
stuff while you have to work twice as hard because you lack the innate
capabilities. I understand your jealousy, and I sympathize, I really do," I
spat out sarcastically, "but if you want to improve your situation, maybe
you should spend less time bothering me and more time focusing on
yourself!"

Bryce's eyes were wide open and his mouth hung open slightly.

"And if you're worried about losing a future promotion to me, don't
worry. I'm not really looking to move up or become head honcho around here,
ok? My ex- boyfriend just took off to another state and he probably hates
me now and I'll never get back together with him and I just needed a job to
get my mind off of him!" I said. By the time I was finished I was breathing
heavily and my face felt hot, although I probably didn't appear flushed.

We were still standing really close to each other, but luckily it was
around lunch time and most of the office was deserted, not to mention that
our department was fairly small. We were a new addition and most of the
workers were fairly young. I liked it since the atmosphere was laid back.

After a few seconds though, the blood drained from my face as I realized
what I had just done.

FUCK!!!

I had just come out to the office jerk; the guy who hated me; a guy who
would love to out me to everyone else and make my life even more miserable.

I knew I wouldn't get fired since my Uncle and Dad and all my relatives
knew I was gay, and while I didn't make a point to hide my sexuality from
others; I didn't exactly broadcast it either. There were still many narrow
minded people who didn't want to work with homosexuals and I thought that
the overall environment would remain more professional and cohesive if we
didn't delve too much into our personal lives.

And now if everyone knew then all I needed was one homophobic bastard to
get uncomfortable around me and ruin everything. Our work wouldn't be as
productive or I would be harassed or worse, attacked and forced to resign
if I didn't die from a parking lot beating first.

I can't believe I just blurted that out.

Think before you talk Helaku. One before two. Walk before run.

Bryce was completely shocked; his blue eyes were wide open, his mouth open,
his sandy, ashy blond bangs flopped over his eyes, reminding me of a child
that had just seen something very bad.

"You're gay?" he asked in a shocked tone.

A pit formed in my stomach. It felt like it was burning my insides.

I was developing an ulcer at 22. Holy Jesus.

I was royally fucked now. Bryce and I just stood there, both shocked for
different reasons, and both not knowing how to salvage the situation.

There was only one thing I could do at this point. I may as well go out
with a bang.

I socked Bryce Whitman right in his face and watched him fall to the
ground.

Yeah, don't I wish?

Instead I ran.

I ran all the way to the stairs, barreled down them, and hit the parking
lot deck.

I heard Bryce call out after me but his voice slowly faded as I focused on
running and getting the hell out of there.

I passed some coworkers who were coming back from lunch and they shot me
confused glances, but I paid them no attention as I hopped into my car and
drove off.

I couldn't do anything right.

*** I was laying face down in my mind, my face smothered by my pillow but I
didn't bother to shift positions.

My position matched how I was feeling. Suffocated, smothered, and trapped.

If I pressed the pillow a little harder to my face maybe I could off
myself.

Hmm.

After I had sped home, thankfully without getting a speeding ticket for I
would have broken down and started bawling to the officer right then and
there, I took a hot shower and hopped into bed without any clothes and
prepared to sleep the entire rest of the day.

I had run into the apartment complex and almost knocked down Storm as he
was heading out. I caught his concerned expression; I was touched he still
cared even though we hadn't talked to each other much over the past few
months, but I was glad he was still there for me if I ever really needed
him.

I didn't bother to talk to him and just continued into the building and up
the stairs.

I was relieved once I made it inside my apartment. I felt safe inside my
apartment; it was my safe haven.

I panted profusely. I didn't realize I had been running so hard or maybe it
was a minor panic attack.

After five minutes of still breathing hard, I realized I may have been
having a major panic attack. So like in the movies I took a brown paper bag
and heaved hoed into it and after awhile I managed to calm down.

Well now here I was in bed, not being able to sleep but just going over the
events of the day. I must have been lying in bed for hours. I got home
around 1:00 in the afternoon and time really flew by when you did
absolutely nothing.

At some point my brain stopped working; I no longer thought about what went
wrong in my life and how things would never get better. Instead I just
stared at the white ceiling above me.

White.  Why did the color white seem so beautiful all of sudden? It made me
feel tranquil.

I felt my eyelids get heavy.

Finally, sleep! Let's get ready to sleep the rest of my life away since I
was currently unemployed, boyfriendless, and friendless.

I groaned in my exhaustion, realizing that I would probably be barraged
with phone calls from my Uncle, probably concerned, and then from my Dad,
probably pissed.

Just what I needed; affirmation that I was a royal fuck up. Not just a
fuckup, but a royal fuckup.

I was about to close my eyes when a loud knocking hit my door.

Shit, who could that be?

I glanced at my cell phone to check the time. Five thirty.

Storm.

I groaned and put my hands on my face as the knocking continued some more.

I really didn't want to talk to anyone right now. My life was in the dumps
and I kind of just wanted to let the black hole swallow me and never come
back out. Why did people keep trying to drag me out of it? Why?

However, like the last time, I knew Storm wasn't one to give up when he had
made up his mind to do something; especially helping a friend in
need. That's just the type of person he was and I was normally grateful for
that, but not today.

And I knew that because of Storm's persistence he would not go away. And I
didn't feel like having my lock picked again.

I forgot to ask Storm where he learned to do that, but that was beside the
point.

I put on some boxers since I wasn't exactly in the mood to flash Storm.

I sighed as I opened the door, rubbing my tired eyes.

"Storm, look I appreciate your coming over here, but I don't want to talk
right-" my words died on my lips when I saw who was standing at my door.

Bryce Whitman.

What the hell was going on?

I just stared at him, speechless.

There was only one thing to do in this situation. That bastard had come to
my apartment to rub salt in my wounds. To tell me how everyone hated me
now.

He really deserved to be hit.

But I couldn't.

I lacked the energy. I was becoming soft.

Dear god I was becoming a woman in my refusal to dispense violence like
every other red blooded American male.

I took the womanly way out; I slammed the door in his face.

The prick started banging on the door again, louder this time and he had
the nerve to sound annoyed!

"Helaku! Helaku, open the door!"

"Come on, please Helaku open the door! I just came to talk, I swear!"

A pause.

"Helaku I came to apologize," Bryce said his voice at a normal volume.

Apologize? Well shit, this I had to hear.

I opened the door and looked at him expectantly.

He was looking at me expectantly.

"Can I come in?"

"No," I said immediately.

"I can't apologize in the hallway. It's a little barbaric don't you think?"
Bryce asked.

"Fine," I said stepping aside to allow him to walk through.

I closed the door, folded my arms and waited.

Bryce turned back around to face me, but his face became flushed when he
looked at my naked chest.

"Uh, can you put on a shirt or something?" he asked uncomfortably.

"Why, are you afraid you seeing me without clothes on will bring out the
gay in you?" I sneered.

"Maybe I should take these off too," I said reaching for the waistband of
my boxers.

"No!" Bryce cried out, his face blushing pretty badly at this point. "Just,
please can you put something on?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Bossing me around in my own place," I said but I walked
into my room and chucked on some jeans and a green and white striped shirt
that hugged my body.

When I returned Bryce had made himself comfortable on my couch.

I rolled my eyes again. That smug bastard acted like he owned the
place. Well, I was going to have to rectify that.

"Get up," I ordered stopping in front of him.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"Get up," I repeated, "you're not staying here long. Just do what you came
to do but don't get all cozy," I said.

Bryce slowly stood up and looked me in the eyes for a few seconds without
saying anything.

"Well," I prompted, "did you come here to stare at me or did you need to
say something?"

Bryce began to blush again and he averted his eyes away from mine.

What was up with this guy? Jeez, was he bipolar or something. He's so
arrogant in the office and now he's a blushing babbling idiot. What the
fuck?

"I just came to say I'm sorry," he said risking a glance at me. I still
stood in front of him, expressionless with my arms folded. "I had no right
to call you those names and treat you poorly. You didn't deserve that. I
was just working out some of my own issues and I guess I took it out on
you, which was wrong of me," he added quickly.

"Fine," I said and then I turned around towards the door to show him out.

"Are you coming back to work on Monday?" Bryce asked not moving from his
spot near the couch.

"No," I answered moving towards the door again.

"What? Why not?" Bryce asked frowning.

I looked at him pointedly.

"Because of me?" Bryce whispered looking down at the floor.

I didn't answer him or try to lie and say it wasn't because of him. I just
wanted to end this conversation and never see him or anyone else for that
matter again.

I sighed heavily. "Listen Whitman, I had a really bad day and I just want
to go to sleep, ok? So I accept your apology so you won't have to lose any
sleep over this, not that you would anyway. Just go ok?" I asked turning to
the door for the third time.

I felt Bryce's hand on my wrist. I turned to him questioningly.

Bryce licked his lips nervously. "Listen Helaku, I didn't tell anyone you
were gay ok?"

"You didn't?" I asked shock evident in my voice. "I thought someone like
you would have gone out to buy a megaphone and run up and down every floor
to announce that tidbit of information," I spat out.

Bryce actually looked hurt and he frowned. "I wouldn't," he said
defensively.

I snorted. "You would!"

"I wouldn't!" Bryce said his voice rising.

I raised my eyebrows. "Ok, I believe you. Now I'm going to be a kind host
and show you to the door," I said moving to turn.

"Well, will you come back to work now?" Bryce asked.

I sighed. What was up with this dude?

"Probably not. My Uncle is probably mad pissed I walked out just like that
and I'm not in the mood to explain my nervous breakdown, so I should just
resign or something."

Bryce shook his head. "No, after you left I talked to him and said you felt
violently ill and had to leave."

"What, you did? Why did you do that?" I asked in surprise.

"I felt bad you ran out; it was partly my fault anyway," he said.

I wanted to interject and yell, "It was all your fault, buddy."

"He was really understanding about it and said he hoped you would feel
better and if he had time later he would call to check up on you," Bryce
added.

"Great, so now I have to lie to him when he calls," I snapped.

Bryce looked down at the ground and I felt a little bad for snapping at him
so easily. I mean sure it was his fault but he had helped me out in a
way. Now I didn't have to expect a phone call from my Dad yelling at me
about being the "royal fuckup". I was actually thankful for that but I
wasn't about to let Bryce know that. Ha, no freaking way.

"Thank you," I said sincerely and Bryce looked up at me and flashed a small
smile.

"By the way, how did you know where I lived?" I asked curiously.

Bryce blushed again and didn't look me in the eye. "I asked your Uncle. I
said I could save him the trouble of calling since he was busy and I would
check up on you."

"Wow, you went to an awful lot of trouble to apologize to me," I said,
"that's one guilty conscience you've got going on, eh?"

"So, is Storm the name of your ex?" Bryce suddenly blurted out.

"Huh?" I asked thoroughly confused by the abrupt shift in the conversation.

"When you opened the door before you said you didn't want to talk to a guy
named-"

I interrupted him. "Oh no, Storm is a neighbor, he lives two floors
down. Whenever I have a bad day he kind of takes it upon himself to barge
in on me to make me feel better. The last time he picked my lock," I
started to say, but stopped myself.

Why was I talking to this guy? He hated me. I hated him. We weren't
supposed to be in the same room together. Weren't those the rules or
something?

Bryce actually looked interested when I mentioned the lock picking, but I
shook my head.

"You know what, never mind. It's not relevant to anything. Uh, thanks for
coming over and apologizing and talking to my Uncle for me," I finished
lamely. I had no idea what to say anymore.

Bryce still stood there looking at me. Will this guy ever leave? Was I
going to have a squatter in my living room on a permanent basis?

"Do you want to talk about it?" Bryce asked.

Again, confusion marred my face.

"Huh?"

"Talking usually helps. If you rant about your ex, you can get over him
faster instead of keeping it all in and letting it haunt you all the time,"
Bryce said.

"No, I don't want to talk about it," I said stubbornly. I wasn't going to
discuss Crew with this jackass. He may not have outed me but I was still
convinced he was a homophobic bastard most likely plotting against me.

Ok, so I had become a little paranoid after my breakdown. A little paranoia
never hurt anyone.

"Have dinner with me."

"Huh?" God I was an idiot.

I cleared my throat. "What?" I asked licking my lips. Yeah, that was so
MUCH better.

"I haven't had dinner and I felt so bad about you before that I didn't eat
lunch and I'm starving. I'm assuming you didn't eat?" Bryce asked.

"No, I haven't, but-"

"Great, come on, let's go. My treat," Bryce said.

"No, really, that's ok-" I began to say.

"Come on, please, let me make this up to you. I obviously made your day
shitty, let me make it up to you with food and drinks or whatever it is you
like," Bryce said.

"Listen, I appreciate the offer, I do, but I kind of want to be alone and
just sleep the; what are you doing?" I suddenly demanded when I saw Bryce
take off his coat, loosen his tie, and sit on the couch, propping his feet
on the coffee table.

"Well, I'm getting comfortable," Bryce said innocently. "You won't let me
take you out so I guess I'm just going to have to stay here and make you
feel better, although I think it would be more effective over food, but
hey, its your call," he said smiling.

I opened my mouth a couple of times and I couldn't find anything to say. I
sputtered. I balled my fists in frustration, my face felt hot with
annoyance.

"That shirt looks good on you," Bryce said.

My eyes bulged out of my head. He was complimenting me now? Had I really
stepped into the twilight zone? Have I morphed into Alice and fallen down
the rabbit hole? Auntie, I want to go home now.

"It really brings out the color of your eyes and goes well with your skin
tone."

I gawked.

"You have really nice eyes you know? Not many people have pure green eyes
like yours," Bryce continued smiling again.

And^ÅI gawked some more.

"So," he said surveying the room dramatically, "got any food or board games
hanging around because it looks like it's going to be a long night."

I ran to my room and grabbed my cell and wallet.

"Let's go," I announced when I reentered the living room.

Bryce got up and draped his coat over his arm and as he passed me on the
way out the door he flashed me a triumphant smile.

Smug bastard.

***

Zeke's point of view


"Wipe out!" I called out gleefully as I watched Crew get hit with a wave
and he toppled off his board.

Seconds later I watched as he came sputtering up, spitting out water and
shaking his head like a dog. But he had a huge smile on his face so all was
well.

He waved to me and I waved back as I watched him jump back out to catch the
next wave.

I smiled; Crew and I were having so much fun. Especially Crew. I was
grateful for that face. I cared more about his fun than mine at this point
and the melancholy overworked boy that left Jersey was no longer
there. Instead he was replaced with a guy who surfed and never stopped
laughing.

It was such a refreshing change. We owed it all to the beautiful location.

After our first day there we fell into a pretty good routine.

We bagged jobs at a fairly decent restaurant downtown and worked there
every night.

Every morning we went jogging on the beach; we surfed everyday after our
run until we had to head in to work.  Every Saturday we went grocery
shopping.

Every Sunday we did laundry.

It was a monotonous routine, but we loved it. There was no work, no
responsibility, just fun, fun, and well more fun. That's what life should
be about.

I watched Crew catch another large wave and this time he rode it out
without falling and he made it to the shore line and pumped his fist in the
air.

I chuckled and pumped my fist in the air in return; so he knew I had been
watching and I was giving him his props.

Although I was having a blast, I was still a little bummed, but I made sure
to hide it well from Crew.

In the back of my mind I always had Skyler in my thoughts. For some reason,
my "relationship" with him was bothering me.

I would have liked us to be more than just corresponding buddies who
obviously liked each other as more than friends but didn't have a specific
commitment.

I was worried I would miss my chance with him if I waited too long, but
things were just not timing out well. This summer was shot and then when
the semester started again that would be another four months without seeing
him much. That was eight months in total. Could we still like each other
that much in eight months? I know I could like him, if not love him,
forever. But did he feel the same way?

Hopefully over winter break we could spend more time together like the last
break. That is if he wasn't dating someone by that point.

The idea if him dating anyone; male or female bummed me out. But I didn't
want to demand a relationship from Skyler when deep down I knew it wasn't
realistic. This was college; we were young and we were supposed to go out
and have a good time and meet people. I didn't want to inhibit Skyler's
experience and I knew he felt the same way for me.

This was just a big mess.

I wonder if he was thinking of me.

A couple of times when Crew and I went downtown to hang out, we met some
guys but I made sure nothing ever happened. I didn't want Crew or myself to
do something we would later regret.

Sometimes I even pretended Crew and I were together so people would just
back off.

I wonder if Skyler was hanging out with anyone lately. My stomach clenched
at the idea. Skyler was really popular and outgoing; he had tons of friends
and admirers. It seemed like he made a new friend on a daily basis. I
wouldn't be surprised if there were gay guys before me or even after me who
crushed on Skyler.

The only question was whether or not Skyler would like them back.  I prayed
to god he didn't.

My thoughts were interrupted by cold wet drops dripping on my skin which
was warm from the sun.

"Crew, you were awesome," I said before looking up.

"Oh sorry," I said when I realized it was not Crew. "I thought you were
someone else."

"No problem," the guy said and then he sat down beside me, rather closely
in my opinion.

"Um, can I help you with something?" I asked.

"Nah, I was just watching you and your friend surf," he said nodding in the
direction of Crew.

"You guys are pretty good," he added, "been surfing long?"

"No actually, for only about two months. We're visiting," I said.

"Oh, where from?"

"New Jersey."

"That's a long way," he commented.

"I'm staying at my Aunt's place," I answered.

"Right on," he said.

"I'm Chad by the way," he said sticking out his hand for me to shake.

"Zeke."

"Is he your brother?" Chad asked. I assumed he was talking about Crew.

"No, he's my friend from high school," I said.

Chad paused. "Well me and my buddies are having a little get together
tonight. You two should stop by."

I looked over at him and found he was staring at me intently.

I had a feeling that this invitation wasn't so innocent. Not with the way
he was looking at me like he wanted to eat me.

I studied him; he was a good looking guy. A typical surfer dude, although
people might say the same about Crew and I.

Chad was tall and lean and his blond hair was around chin length and he had
nice blue eyes and a friendly smile.

Sadly I wasn't interested in him.

Yes, I was single.

Sadly though, I was interested in someone else.

Woe is me.

I just smiled and nodded. "We'll see. We usually work but if we feel up to
it we'll stop by," I answered.

Chad grinned. He gave me the address and one last lingering look and then
walked away.

I shook my head once he was gone. Was I an idiot?

A good looking guy hits on me and I'm turning him down for what?

I groaned inwardly. Damn it. I hated drama. I avoided drama like the plague
and yet it had somehow found me.

Skyler. Mm. I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the sunlight wash over
me.

Suddenly a beep interrupted my thoughts.

I checked my cell phone; I had received a text from Skyler. I smiled.

It simply said `for you'.

I was confused for a second until I got a picture text.

It showed Skyler's face with his eyes crossed and his pointer finger aimed
at his temple.

It was followed by another text message: me thinking of you.

Another picture message: Skyler pulling his shirt up, showing off his
defined abs.

Text message: I bet you're thinking of me now. Me sexy.

I chuckled and shook my head. Skyler always was able to make me laugh.

Picture message: Skyler's eyes closed and lips pursed.

Text message: Miss you lots!

I shook my head and grinned uncontrollably.

I quickly text Skyler back: I'm always thinking of you. You are of course
ridiculously sexy and I miss you like crazy.

Sent.

Picture text from Skyler: Him smiling with him giving me the thumbs up
sign.

I noticed Crew jogging up to me a little out of breath.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing."

I was worried for nothing. Skyler still thought of me and I knew he cared
about me. And Skyler was one of those people who were so great that you
would be willing to take a chance on him or wait for him for as long as it
took.

I shook my head and smiled at Crew's curious expression.

"Absolutely nothing."

*** Helaku's point of view


"The potato skins are pretty good," Bryce said sipping his coke.

I narrowed my eyes at Bryce. He seemed so happy and carefree over this
dinner.

What happened to the guy who despised me? I really hoped he would return
soon so I could get this night over with.

"Aren't you going to look at your menu?" he asked in amusement.

"I don't get you," I said suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Bryce asked.

"Well, you're crazy man. You hate me from the minute I start working at
McAdams INK and now you're all buddy buddy. That just doesn't make sense,"
I said.

"I never said I hated you," Bryce said carefully.

"You could have fooled me," I retorted. Bryce sighed.

"Listen I'm sorry ok. I didn't mean to get on your back like that. It's
just that when you came along it was a shock ok? You were really good at
the ideas and marketing strategies; everyone liked your ideas and you got
along with everyone else. It was just hard for me to take," Bryce
explained.

I smirked. "Afraid I was going to knock you down the social ladder?"

"I was immature I know, but I couldn't help it. You don't know what kind of
pressure my Dad puts on me for everything," Bryce said looking frustrated.

I paused. "I know a little about that," I sympathized. "My Uncle may be
cool, but my Dad definitely is not."

Bryce gave me a little smile.

"I worked like crazy to graduate early, summer school, winter sessions, the
maximum credit load so I could have that extra year to explore something I
really wanted to do," I said. "I only majored in law and politics because
my Dad wanted me too and it wasn't terrible because I pretty good at it,
but it's not what I really wanted to do," I said.

"What did you want to do?" Bryce asked.

"You probably think this is dumb, but I wanted to paint," I said looking
down.

"That's not dumb," Bryce said seriously.

"Yeah, I always wanted to paint. I loved it. Having a blank paper and then
creating something out of nothing. It's a great feeling, loving that end
product."

"Do you still paint?" Bryce asked me.

I shook my head. "No, not really anymore. I kind of stopped in college
after all the hassling my Dad gave me about finding something real to do
instead of some childish hobby."

"My Dad is real happy I quit bartending and finally landed a real job that
I'm pretty decent at," I added bitterly.

"You bartended?"

"I used to. I quit and got this job. I couldn't possibly do both," I said.

"Why'd you quit?"

"I used to love bartending, but then it started reminding me of what I did
to Crew," I said.

"Crew?" Bryce asked.

"My ex," I said.

"What did you do to him?"

I looked at Bryce. "I don't want to talk about it. Let's just say that I
needed a job change and that's where I came in at McAdams Ink."

"I can tell you were a good bartender," Bryce suddenly said.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Because of your mannerism. You're very relaxed and easy going in large
groups and you have no problems striking a conversation randomly, or
telling jokes. You're a people person and people just flock to you. It
makes sense you would be into nightlife."

"I've never been into social scenes. I'm just very awkward. My Dad
pressured me non stop and always had me doing these after school activities
that I really didn't care for. He said that it would supposedly to help me
later on in life," Bryce said somewhat bitterly. "I missed out on all the
normal kid things."

"What kind of activities did you do?" I asked.

"Well my Dad believed in being well rounded. So on top of advanced courses
in school, he made me play basketball and lacrosse and pushed me to try to
make Varsity early. Then after school I had language tutoring, piano
lessons, joined the debate team, not to mention community service, and a
part time job when I turned 16. He even started my SAT training when I was
thirteen. "

"Wow," I said. I was amazed. And I thought I had it bad.

"I never had time to do anything," Bryce continued. "I just kept going and
going, trying to get prefect grades, be the best athlete, get high SAT
scores. It was overwhelming me but I did it all to make my Dad
proud. Sometimes I think he is, but sometimes I'm not so sure," Bryce said
in a soft tone.

"I'm sure he is," I reassured. "If you were my kid and did half of what you
did, I'd be damned proud."

Bryce smiled faintly. "I didn't go to prom because my Dad wouldn't let me
off of work."

I frowned.

"I didn't date either. I never had time. I got along with my teammates and
whatever but I never had time to bond or get together with them outside of
practice or games. I was just this guy who they saw as good, but never
really knew. It was very lonely," Bryce said quietly.

Ok, I was getting uncomfortable now. What was I supposed to say? I barely
knew the guy.

"I don't think I had one real friend at all. And now I still have trouble
making friends, even at work. I'm just messed up," Bryce said bitterly. "It
doesn't matter if I can play basketball and lacrosse, or play the piano
with my eyes closed, of if I have money coming out of my ass; none of it
matters if I have no one to share it with."

"Then in college I was so busy with my classes and having to stay on the
Dean's list and join honor societies. I never had time to enjoy any of the
recreational things the University had to offer. My life sucked," he
continued.

I desperately scanned the restaurant. You didn't know desperation until
there was some dude you barely knew spilling his thoughts and feelings to
you. I may have been gay but these emotional talks still made me antsy.

Where was our damn waiter?

Bryce looked at me. "That's why I got psycho on you when you started
working at the company. I wanted to get ahead and you were just so good at
everything," he said running his fingers through his hair. His blond
strands were so silky that they immediately flopped back over his forehead.

"I wanted to move ahead in the company and make my Dad happy, but I guess I
was stupid. I don't think he would ever be happy or proud," he said in a
lost tone.

"We should order soon," I blurted out whipping out my menu.

Bryce blinked and reentered the land of the living.

"Yeah," he said looking at his menu again. I felt his eyes darting to me
but I refused to meet them.

God this evening was becoming awkward.

The waiter finally came and took our order.

Thank the Lord. I swear I heard the hallelujah chorus.

"I'll have the nachos as an appetizer," he said.

Appetizers?

Motherfucker, I wanted to go home!

"And for the main meal the chicken club sandwich." He handed his menu over
to the waiter.

The waiter looked at me. "Uh, I'll have the mozzarella sticks to start and
a chicken ceasar salad," I said fumbling for the words. I handed him my
menu as well.

The waiter left to place our order and I was once again left in a very
weird silence with Bryce.

Bryce was of course staring at me.

"You should paint if it makes you happy," Bryce said.

I blinked at the new topic change. He did that often; changing topics.

"Yeah well maybe."

"Are you any good?" he asked.

I smirked. "Of course."

Bryce grinned. "Will you paint me something sometime?" he asked.

I was surprised. What an odd request.

I considered telling him no.

"Uh, sure," I said instead.

Why? I have no fucking clue.

Bryce seemed pleased and his mood visibly lifted.

"So are you any good at basketball" I asked.

He seemed surprised himself, but recovered quickly. "Of course. I did
letter freshman year," he said smugly.

I rolled my eyes and clapped at him mockingly; he laughed heartily.

"Well, um, do you want^Ådo you want to play together sometime? I mean
basketball that is?" I asked hesitantly.

Bryce's eyebrows shot up quickly and I was regretting my question.

He just seemed so lonely and in need of some company. And nowadays my
friends weren't exactly overflowing since I was on the outs with the twins,
well sort of, and Crew detested me and I practically cut off all ties with
my bartending buddies.

Bryce smiled widely. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"I'll beat you though," I added nonchalantly. "I forgot to mention I was
awesome at basketball," I said taking a sip of my soda.

He grinned. "Yeah, well we should make a bet on it."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

Bryce thought about it for a minute. "Dinner?" he asked scrunching up his
forehead.

"You're on," I said.

We shook on it.

*** Skyler's point of view


"Hey mom!" I called out when I walked into our house.

"Hey Sky," she called from the kitchen. She was stir frying some noodles in
a pan and still had her back to me. "How was work today?"

"Fine, did a whole bunch of nothing as usual, but still great," I said
sarcastically.

My mom laughed and brushed off my comment. "That's good."

"So I realized something last winter break, but I didn't fully understand
it until now," I began.

"Hm?" my mom said as she mixed some more ingredients.

"I realized I'm bisexual," I said.

I watched as the bottle of oil my mom was holding tipped over too far and
she spilled too much into the pan.

"Oh crap," she cried out and I saw her wave her hands around as if she
didn't know what to do. Then she grabbed a handful of noodles and chopped
veggies and dumped them in. She put the lid on the pot and let it simmer.

She turned to me, "what?"

"I'm bisexual."

"When did this happen?" she asked.

"Yesterday."

"What?!?" she yelled.

"Mom, chill out," I said popping a raw piece of pepper into my mouth. "I
thought a lot about it and realized I definitely was bisexual and that all
occurred yesterday. As in the thinking process."

"And before yesterday you were straight?" she questioned.

"I was thinking if I was or not," I shook my head, "nah scratch that. I was
more like debating."

"Wow, I had no idea. What brought this on?" my mom asked in disbelief.

"Well a friend of Crew's is gay and I met him last winter and we really hit
it off," I explained.

"Zeke?" she asked.

I smiled. "There ya go Ma. You just convinced me that you listen when I
talk," I said jokingly.

My mom frowned. "Have you been struggling with this for a long time?" she
asked.

I shrugged. "Nah, I was just thinking if I wanted to have something more
serious with Zeke. He's really great Mom. He's just like me," I added.

My mom rolled her eyes. "Obviously. You love yourself so much you could
only spend time with someone who was exactly like you. Basically you can
love yourself even more."

"So you're ok with having a bisexual son, right?" I asked.

"Of course Skyler!" my mom scolded. "You know I've never had a problem with
gay people before. I have gay friends and Crew is just a doll," she said.

"Yeah well some people are hypocritical and being gay or bisexual is ok as
long as their child or brother isn't," I reminded her crossing my arms.

"Well I have no problem with it sweetie. I just want you to be happy. Maybe
this Zeke can help you get your act together," she added.

I groaned. "Mom!"

"Maybe I should give this Zeke a call and tell him to talk some sense into
you," she said smiling wickedly.

"Mom," I said in a warning tone.

"In fact, we should invite him over for dinner, Storm and Crew too," she
said thinking the idea over.

I felt worried. My mom and her ideas, she usually got her way.

"Did I say Zeke? I clearly meant, uh, Derek," I said.

She smirked. "Have you told Storm or your Dad yet?"

"No, but I'm sure Storm has an idea. He's always around me, and Dad, well I
don't know," I said truthfully.

"Well, your Dad might not be happy with the turn of events, but he'll
support you no matter what."

"I know," I said. "Thanks for your support mom," I added.

My mom stirred the vegetables and noodles and put some on a large
plate. "Of course. Besides I find gay people so much cooler," she said
grinning.

"Does this mean you like me better than Storm?" I asked winking.

She chuckled and handed me the plate of food. "Whatever happens with this
Zeke, I hope you're careful."

"You mean with sex?"

My mom visibly cringed. "I mean in general. I know you Skyler. You don't
care what people think and you are so open about everything but people
might take that as a challenge with your throw it in their face attitude. I
worry about you sometimes."

"Don't mom, I'll be careful. Just buy me some condoms and a large tub of
lube," I said.

"Skyler!"

"Mom, what do you want to do tonight? Want to rent some homosexual porn?"

"Skyler!"

"Some hot man on man action?"

Silence.

"That's a no go right?" I asked sweetly.

My mother frowned at me, her hands on her slender hips.

I gasped dramatically. "Wait, let me get this straight. So you won't watch
gay porn with me? And you call yourself a mother."

She whipped around, her long black pony tied hair swinging. She threw a
broccoli piece at my face.

I picked it up off the table and popped it into my mouth.

"That's cruel mom. That's cruel," I said as I chewed.

She still looked a little bit miffed so I stood up and walked over to
her. I hugged her tightly and kissed her shoulder.

"Thanks Mom, I really love you."

"I love you too baby," she said patting my back.

"Now go eat something. My garbage disposal is acting up and you're the next
best thing," she teased.

I stuck my tongue out at her and made a face.

That only earned me another broccoli piece chucked at my face which I ended
up eating as well.

*** "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Storm asked after we finished having
dinner with mom. We were in our family room playing video games when I
broke out the big news.

"I couldn't tell you something I wasn't sure of Storm," I said wiggling the
controller.

"Well maybe you should hop over the line and become a full blown gay man,"
Storm said trying to stifle a smile.

"Yeah and why is that?"

"Because at least that way it's a definite guarantee that you won't
procreate and have devious delinquents running around," Storm said
laughing.

I scoffed. "Whatever, like your children will be so great," I said unable
to come up with a witty comeback. Then an idea came to me.

I grinned evilly. "You know, if I have gay tendencies then that means you
do too," I said. "We are identical twins after all. We're what you call
monozygotic twins; twins who share one hundred percent of their genes. That
includes the gay gene brother dear." I smirked at the shocked look on his
face. "Yeah that's right. I went to class that day."

"I'm not gay dude," Storm said firmly shaking his head.

I snickered. "Are you sure? Want to give it a try?"

"Sky, stop man."

"So you're ok with it right?" I asked becoming serious.

Storm looked at me in disbelief. "Of course I am, you idiot. I'm your
twin. I could never hate you over that. It's not like you murdered someone
and hid their mutilated body in our backyard," he said, then he cast me a
contemplative look.

I rolled my eyes. "I did not hide a mutilated body in our backyard."

Storm laughed.

"I couldn't find the big shovel, otherwise it would have been a different
story," I said with a solemn expression before I howled with laughter
falling face first into my pillow. Storm laughed with me and hit me over
the head with the couch cushion.

"Yeah, but I'm cool with it," Storm said when we finally calmed down.

"Good, because I have something to ask you," I said putting in a new game
on our PS2.

"What's that?" Storm said setting up his character.

"Hold up," I said as I set up my own character. We started the game.

"Will you watch gay porn with me tonight? Mom left me hanging because she
said no when I asked her before," I said.

I heard the thud of Storm's controller.

I won that game.

***