Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 12:55:36 +0000
From: fellhere@hotmail.com
Subject: A story Part 1

All characters are fictitious. Copyright. All rights reserved.
Enjoy the story.
If you're 18 and below, ignore this entire thing.

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I looked into my bag again. It seemed full and packed to me. Now to only
remember what I didn't remember to take. Come to think of it, none. So away
i went on the journey to school. Mind you, my father usually fetched me
there all the while, so it was all simple and casual. But because of an
unwritten rule regarding boys of my age, the journey was tiring, tiring and
tiring. Usually spent sleeping throughout. So there I was, sleeping through
the journey on my first day of the third term in school.

I attended college, and in this strict regimentarian society i was living
in, it meant waking up at a god forsaken time. and sleepwalking through half
of the school periods. It was BAD. I managed to stumble into my home room
and as soon as i was in, got plugged in, and did what i loved to do in
school. Sleep.

I don't like to think that i attract attention, cuz everything i attracted
was negative. Thus the statement "i don't like to think". But my nap was
interrupted; as usual, by the bunch of noisy and kinky juniors of mine. It
was not nice, and obviously i was irritated. but as soon as i was going to
open my mouth, my friend mitch was there bitching in the morning.

'Did you hear that Mike just cut his hair totally short? That's like so
cool!' he said WAY too chipperly and excitedly. I gave him the expected
answer. The third finger went straight up. He just laughed, whacked my head,
and went off again, skipping around like a stupid chipmunk.

But that had already spoilt my mood. So i began lessons.

As usual, mitch sat beside me, doing his favorite hobby, while i was trying
my best to take in the literature my teacher was dishing out. Despite
efforts to hold up fort, it seemed that my own newfoundland was beckoning to
me, until...

'hey bastard! wake up!' Mike suddenly whispered to me, smirking as he did.
Now i was shocked. He spoke to me. You don't shock a person at nine o'clock
like this. i just looked at him with a hopefully withering look and just
looked back at the board. All he did was to say 'chill' (another shocker)
and sat back and relaxed.

Now, not that mitch didn't notice anything, he simply smiled and continued
on his hobby. Weird.

I sat with my friends during break, and as usual, i had my own clique and
mitch was in. However, shocks seemed to mount no matter what happens on
first days. mike was suddenly, or so i reckoned from mitch, anna's new
boyfriend. Wow. that was my reaction. He says hi, gets hooked with the
world's friendliest bitch, almost shaves his head, and then sits opposite me
besides anna. Anne seemed pleased, and as though it was perfunctory, she
just casually waved to mike and said,

'this is my boyfriend mike, seth. I know you know each other, so stop acting
like your dick got caught in your mouth. Eat up.'

And ate i did. Of food, not the couple in front of me literally all over
each other.

And mitch just smirked.

When his hands were on the table occasionally did he actually make eye
contact with me and talk. Shocked i was, but i played it cool. Or so i
thought, but usually i just pissed everyone in the whole world off.

'so, how were your hols?' he asked politely. 'not so good, so-so, just went
windsurfing and stuff-'i was just about to tell him my itinerary when he
just cut in and said in a most freaky manner(nb:he's a jock. true and true
jock) 'that's like, so, cool!'

And all i did was to raise an eyebrow and ate. and he remained silent after
that.

Trying to mend the situation a bit since i thought i put him in a spot, i
tried to be jokey and asked, 'so, when's the wedding?'

Never breathe when people spill coke and fries together at the same time in
your face. well, almost there, but near there. It stinks and reeks of vomit.
But wait a minute, it is vomit. oh well. But i digress. Anna just smacked me
on the head and mike burned crimson red.

Shocks just come today all the time. It's the norm.

Mike, mitch and i went home together on the same bus, and somehow,
coincidentally, he decided to come together with us. So, he did. The problem
was that he had sat right beside me, and mitch was on my left. Which was
horrid. Cuz there i was, squashed like crazy and having to bump into both of
them like some sex-crazed pervert. Not good. But when mitch went off, i'd
rather had the bumping than the company of mike. Come to think of it,
physical contact was actually desirable.

Well, he had an agenda and tried to grill me of things regarding anna, my
friend. He didnt get a lot out of me, cuz all i did was to nod, shake, emm,
hmm, yeah, no him. Pretty obviously he didn't care, and throughout the 20
minutes he fired away. And when my stop came, he dropped another bombshell.

'hey, i'll treat u to coffeebean now, what say ya?'

My mind doesnt register things rather quickly, so when he dragged me along,
i wanted to fuck the sentence 'silence means consent' over.

He treated me to a pure vanilla (for telling me stuff on anna) and treated
himself to a mocha. I wanted to pay, but he said no to it. So i sat and
talked to him, and turned out that he was actually ok, and i hoped i turned
out fine too. everything was about the weather and stuff until he turned it
into something serious halfway through my playing with the vanilla.

'why didn't u like to talk to me last year? it seemed as though u were
avoiding me all the time?'

'er, i did?' (a brilliant answer my conscience told me)

'dude, u were way out of ur world! i thought u hated me or something for
being u know, below u or stuff.'

'wait a minute, how can u be below me when i thought the exact same thing
which is why i didn't bother which is why i dont understand your niceness
and stuff but i never hated u at all, whatever gave u the-'

and he just smiled.

the rest of the conversation was useless, but there was one thing achieved.
friends we were slowly becoming, and pretty soon, im gonna tell him all abt
anna's exploits, whether my girl friend wanted or not. hehe.

He sent me home then walked home himself, and after i bathed i immediately
went down to james's house to do stuff. He had the bomb of a house compared
to mine, and i loved it. I would have loved it even more if he didn't
exactly tried to constantly hit on me.

Yes, james was gay and somehow, (they say love makes you blind) wanting me.
and that was six years ago. And till now, the status quo still remained.
Even after 16 blind dates. this is so sad.

i bummed around and played ps2 with him, at the same time warding him off
and bitching, all the while he was just smiling and still hitting on me. But
in a way, a platonicity was reached that he didnt take my rejection so hard.
i guess. i started studying and well, the dreamscape came pretty soon.


things went by rather quickly for the next three days, with a few exciting
events occurring here and there, but the gist of it was that mike and me
were becoming fast friends, and the bitches still ruled. most people were
surprised by the friendship that i had with him suddenly, even my close
friend brit could sense it, and felt rather threatened by it. 'so, did
punkhead suddenly grow brain cells all of a sudden or what? why the sudden
chumminess?' in my rather obvious tone, 'well, he grew brain cells and
perhaps another extra dick; why don't u try and suck it?' well, she didn't
bother to say anything after that.

but truth be told, he was scaring me a little, choosing to spend his time
after school with me in coffee bean, trying to expand his vocabulary to
impress anna, and perhaps get a few pointers and brownie points. it was
amusing really, but still, his company was quite desirable, he was a good
talker and listener alike. however, the fun really started only when james
decided to pop by.

i saw him enter coffee bean to buy his traditional caramel latte, and tried
to hide myself away from him. love is blind, but in such circumstances, it
seemed that the statement love gives u singular vision made more sense. he
immediately said hi, plonked down beside me without caring about mike, and
started asking me stupid stuff about school. i tried to be friendly, and
introduced james to mike.

'oh, isn't he the dumb git u talked abt all summer last year?'

sometimes, i wish i have a pickaxe to settle james. now i didn't wish; i
wanted it right there and then. mike just smiled and said, 'that's ok i
guess.' shooting james a deathstare, i blatantly ignored him and continued
my conversation with mike. Well, u could imagine really, him sitting beside
me trying to enter the conversation, while i was carrying another with mike.
it was amusing, until he finally gave up and said, 'later.' i just waved,
and apologized to mike. highly embarrassing really, it was.

Then, out of the blue, he suddenly said, 'is james gay?' well, he was out to
me, but not to the world, so obviously i denied in a casual manner. but he
pressed on and said, 'well, he was literally stripping you in front of me
and him with his eyes.' my eyes rather bulged out and i blushed. but not
stopping, i immediately said, 'so, u enjoyed the view or what, or do u do it
all the time to get bored by it?'

crimson red he turned when the comprehension dawned upon him, and i decided
to make a quick exit before my head was whacked.

if you thought only girls could pout well, then u haven't seen james'
trademark. there he was, pouting, in the middle of his bed, with alanis
playing in the background, waiting for me. 'i don't like the dumb git.' 'i
realized'-i replied dryly. then he did something which i really couldn't
stand. he whined.

'why are u so good friends with him all of a sudden? and why didn't u wanna
talk to me?u don't ignore friends u know.' ' well, as a friend who literally
embarrassed me with a stupid statement, well, no.' 'look, i'm sorry k, but
seriously, he's seems to have an ulterior motive, i mean-' 'what?
competition for you eh?' and with that, i whacked him on the head, wiggled
my butt to him, and went to bathe. the statement 'is that a torchlight in
your pants or are u just happy to see me' was overused, sometimes, subtlety
is everything.

well, don't get me wrong, but james, despite his whining and pouting, was
far from the feminine camp. he was the captain of the hockey team, won the
mvp for two years straight, had a whole bunch of stupid kids under his
'wing', and the only thing that labelled him a loser was the fact that he
liked me. and loser was the name i called him. ironic, huh? he was nice, too
nice sometimes, and really caring. he usually waited for me to come back
from school before doing anything, and i really enjoyed his company. i was
wishing for platonicity, but i guess he wanted some more. sigh. but u can
never get too much from the world.

i chose his blue reebok tee, blue boxers and white clothes pants. Don't ask
me why, but his house was literally mine, and what was his was mine's,
though i wasn't his. Looking at the attire, he simply rolled his eyes,
dragged me out of the room, and we had dinner in the patio. which was nice.
and simple. (if you discounted his stares throughout dinner) mabel and
tyler(his parents) knew abt him, and was actually thinking the same abt me,
until i pretty much set them straight. but dear mr. tyler decided to figure
that in the end, we were together. 'i mean, loook at them, cute and all, and
behaving like a couple, all they need now is a used condom and they'll be
the next big thang!'

i hate it when tyler says the stupidest things.


on the next mon, boy was i feeling on cloud nine. firstly, james took me to
school first, then left for his which was 15 minutes away from mine. he
always gave the lame excuse that he wanted to tell me something important,
but in the end we always talked about sex, sex, sex and sex. yeah. in the
middle of a public bus. it was funny, and we always got glares. i didn't
mind the company, but my mind was always nagging me that i was using him,
but argh, what the hell.

secondly, when i reached the school, there was dear mike standing there
looking all innocent and waving me to join him. of course i did, and we both
went for classes. it was funny, but anna and mike only got together during
break, in which the public affections they showed could put pam and tommy to
shame. well, not that much, but to me, it was something like that. mike was
nice, but somehow, i felt that he was wanting something, but didn';t want me
to know what it was.

'hey, ya wanna come to my house today? i need some help with math. trig is
killing me!' i looked at my watch. 'sure, why not? lemme call home first.' i
waited as the cell rang. 'mom?''yeah seth?' 'i'll be going to mike's house
for a while, will only be back by 6.' 'sure, see ya then. dont be late boy.
bye!'

wow, that was fast. and easy. my mum usually didnt let me go so easily, but
well, it was beneficial, so why should i bother bitching abt it. back to it.
We took a bus there, and it turned out the mike was rather affluent, and his
room was just magnificent. i literally wanted to kill him and assume his
identity. but i couldn't. it's illegal.

'wow! ur room is like, wow!' he looked shy all of a sudden. ' glad ya like
it.' 'what isn't here to like?' and i smiled, my rare smile in like what, 9
days?

He was rich, but my god. that's way too rich. I practically touched
everything there was to touch in the room, barring mike of course, and was
like a child in a sweet's shop. right from the bose speakers, down to the
plasma tv, to the ps2, to the waterbed, he was made for life man.

'that's it. I'm gonna haunt you everyday now in your house. funky man!'
'sure, why not?' he then proceeded to pass me a coke, which i happily
slurped up; the day was sweltering, and i was wearing my uniform and that
was starched up beyond belief. he took another can out and equally drank
from it. then we sat down and talked nonsense. like what i usually did.
well, then i started tutoring him trig. it was not that hard, and he seemed
to understand it rather easily actually. it was rather funny though. he
studied on the bed.

so there i was, stomach on bed, stretched out, and him lying beside me on
the bed. i had stripped down to my shorts which i usually wear if i run
after school, and he was in loose khakis and a tshirt. a side note, he
smelled fresh... u know that kinda smell of fresh laundry? i love that
smell. i tried to teach him math, and it was not that hard. he understood
it. i think i was too absorbed in math, cuz when i finally got wind of the
solution of the problem, i realized that his right thigh was carelessly
lying on the left leg, and it was highly ticklish. he didnt seem to notice
though, and i was correct. 'oops, my bad. sorry... u want more coke?'

still on the bed lying down comfortably, i just nodded, and he went to get
it.

waterbeds are freaking nice. flowy, wavy and totally massage-like. which
explains why i fell asleep like in 50 seconds. staring at the sum 24cosx-
678sinxsecx=0 can kill u, and the bed aided the killing. however, what was
not explain-able was my position i woke up in when it was a shocking 6.

There i was, sleeping like a log, and using mike as an utter complete
bolster. i felt sooooo ashamed and blushed different shades of red. i mean
loreal boasts of a whole range of lipstick red colors; i beat that to a nil.
where my mouth was on there was this huge patch of wetness on his shirt
collar, and he was totally still, asleep. i never felt more embarrassed in
my life. i actually slept THAT intimately with another GUY besides JAMES.
trying not to wake him up, i wrote him a note, apologizing for the rather,
ahem, ahem, weird position, said see him tomorrow, and left his house.

when on the bus home, i totally tried to remember anything. i couldn't. all
i remember was that when i woke up, i smelt that scent of fresh laundry,
then continued to snuggle into it, until i realized that the bolster was
breathing, which led to me looking at the clock, then him. shit. my legs
were literally wrapped around him, my arms draped across his chest, and my
face at the crook of his neck. what the hell?>? and he didnt know. i really
hoped he didnt know. oh god. this was bad. real bad.


the next day at school i didn't expect him to waiting for me at the front
gate, but he did, and we went in together. i casually asked where anna was,
and he dismissively said that she was sick. being the friend i was, i called
her. no reply. no answer. weird. oh well. i guess she really was sick. by
the look of it, mike didn't seem to remember anything, at least he didn't
act like he did. mitch came up, and the normal day routine came up again.

by afternoon i tried calling anna thrice, and none of the times did she pick
up the phone. well, i decided to go to her house to check on her, and asked
if mike wanted to go. he shrugged and said he had something on.

'what do u have on??'
'well, i have to, go, to the grocer store to fetch some stuff for mum.'
'you and i know that's bullshit. she's your girlfriend for fucks' sake!'
'yeah, so? she doesnt need me all the time doesn't she? why not u go and be
that person?'

with that, and an angered face, he stormed off. i stormed off too, just that
i did it with less flair; my bus was a non airconditioned one and came like,
what, 15 minutes later. god.
i reached her house at 4 and knocked. mrs. greens was there to answer the
door. with a smile she greeted me in. 'hello dear, its nice of u to come and
see anna, that poor girl,'pointing in the direction of her room, 'is rather
sad and sick at the same time, and i don't know why. why not u go up and
work some of ur charm mister?' she winked and gently pushed me to her room.

'hey bitch.' i said softly as i entered the room. 'hey yourself.' she
replied while looking at the window. when u are a friend with someone for
over 5years, u tend to know their patterns. well, her pattern was that u
couldn't connect until she CHOSE to talk. which she did after 20 minutes.

'you know something, i really am a slut.'
'tell me something i didn't know.' and i dodged a flying pillow.
'i mean, seriously. mike is so nice. but i don't like him like him that way.
u get my drift?'
i sat up. 'what??? but, but, u and him, are like so, so into-'
'honey, i know. but seriously, when he and i do anything, no, we haven't
done it yet!' she quickly added after seeing my shocked face:'i don't feel
anything, and i know he doesnt. sigh. i really dont understand him. he
doesn't like me i am sure. it seems like he's almost in a different world.'
she paused for dramatic effect.
'i am gonna break up with him.'

i just laughed. i think i ruined the atmosphere. more dodging pillows. 'hey
slut. its supposed to be big and u laugh!!!!!!!!!' 'well, slut, i mean, u
have done it with what, over 50 times!'

she blushed. 'it's only tim, roger, tom, lance, er...' i looked at her with
a see-what-i-mean expression. i could only scream as more pillows fall in my
direction. this is a demented world, and only through more dementia can u
live through it.

she told mike on the next day. and well, he behaved normally. VERY normally.
which is not a good sign. she didnt think so though. she simply laughed,
smiled, and went for more guys. typical slut. but i love her. haha. she's
nice, but she's not my kinda girl. he asked me over again to his house, and
i gladly willingly went. it was brilliant. he smiled and joked and stuff, so
i guess he was alright.

boy, was i wrong. it all started with a careless conversation. hey, he
started it. so don't point fingers at me- not so fast at least.

'so, you've got any girlfriends yet?' i shook my head, which he totally
ignored. 'dude, u should see how michelle drools over you the whole time.
its almost as if she wants to eat u up in a gulp.' i slacked my jaw, which
he totally saw. 'See, i knew it. u just are too innocent aren't u. lil cute
christian boy.'

'hey! firstly, i am so not cute, and i ain't christian. and who's the one
with no girlfriend huh?' the moment that statement left my mouth i totally
regretted it. 'i'm so sorry... i didn't mean it that way. i am so-' he waved
his hands away. 'nah, nothing. its just ya know, i dont seem to have luck
with anyone. whats wrong with me. i just don't understand!'

'no, ur smart, clever, good looking and charming, which girl doesn't want
you?' i tried to inflate his ego, but he seemed adamant on deflating it:
'but the problem is on me. i just cant pull anyone in! i can't, i just
can't!' by the way, he was already having his knees near his chest, and
looked on the verge of tears. it seemd that his reaction to this morning was
coming in now. and it was coming in rapid procession.

i don't particularly know how to console people; i awkwardly patted him on
the back and scooted nearer to him. he seemed to take that as a floodgate
permission to open the gates up. he just positively bawled and soaked my
shirt (i think that was my retribution of drooling on his collar) and leant
on me. i tried to say it's ok, it's ok, but he was so hysterical i was
frightened. it was funny. i tried to pat and stroke him, but it was quite
uncomfortable. but i didn't want to push him away, so he was there.

but he didn't budge, fell asleep, left my left arm numb, and made me feel
rather weird. it was a total repeat of the first time, just that he was
doing everything i was doing. i tried to pry from him, but all he did was to
hold me tighter. i didn't exactly enjoy it, but it had a comforting feeling
to it, and without notice, i slept too, in the exact same way.

i woke up to a soft stravinsky strain in the room, and mike was looking at
me smiling, while doing his math. i froze in my heart;what the hell just
happened again? but he didnt seem to be fazed by it. he just came up to me,
took my hand (WHEN DID GUYS DO THAT? EVEN JAMES DOESN'T!!!) and placed it on
his, and looked at me, and said a very, very heartfelt 'thank you.'

i just took it out, and shrugged, and smiled back, 'hey, it's my duty to do
that to a friend!' and chose to put it on his shoulders instead.

'hey, u got a phone? i need to call mum to tell her i wont be home for
dinner, will go to catch it at a nearby macs. i mean, i dun want the family
to wait for me to eat...' he tossed the phone to me, and immediately said,
'tell em u're eating with me... i mean, thats the most i can do for u
helping me.' 'well, in that case... ok.'

well, dinners aren't exactly hard to go through, but with mike's case. it
was horrid. his father and mother were also on the table, and not only did i
have to be well mannered, i had to answer every question possible. 'so what
do u feel about geography?' and things like 'tell me more about windsurfing'
'what university are u planning to be in?' i think i was rather capable in
answering the questions, cuz the parents were smiling after that, and mike
looked rather pleased.

'would you want to stay over at mike's house so that we can discuss about
the perspectives of sociology?' his father asked politely. 'well, sir, i
have to ask my parents first.' 'of course, do call. i would love to talk to
you about it.' he smiled, and i felt really scared. i called home, and my
dad said i could sleep over, so i did. and since it was friday, his father
seemed to totally talk to me about it from 8-10. it wasn't all boring, cuz i
enjoyed it too. but finally, he retired. 'ah yes, seth, i've enjoyed myself,
feeling so much more intellectual now. i am so happy that mike has found
you.' my eyes almost bugged out at that, but i kept it low under wraps. i
hoped. 'eh? well, of course. yeah. thank you sir. goodnight.' with that, he
left, and i was left to ponder over those words.

OH MY GOD! is his father just like tyler!!!!!! if it was, i am soooooo so
dead. but mike wasn't gay. was he? i went to his room, and found that he was
just looking at the stars (or trying to look at it) and humming to himself.
i snuck up, and sat down at the chair in his balcony. i did a good job at
sneaking up, since he didn't know i was there until i said, 'so what's up?'
he literally jumped off the seat, and 'holy shit! are u trying to scare the
hell out of me?' i smirked. 'no, and shit aint holy.'

'whatever smart guy. anyways, u talk to adults really well. my dad was
totally bowled over.' 'yeah right. i was scared shit. ur dad was so
knowledgeable.' 'yeah, he is. i dunno, he's nice, and more intuitive than u
give him credit for.' i mused over that thought for a rather long time, but
he broke my train of- 'hey, let's get in. i want that air con.' i agreed,
and went in and found a problem.

he only had one bed. 'do u have a sleeping bag i can sleep on?' i asked
politely. 'nah, i don't have one, and i guess u're more than comfortable
sleeping with me on the bed aren't you?' i blushed, and he laughed. 'just
kidding, jump in. goodnight.'

when someone makes me blush, i make sure i get the same thing from them.
which i did when i jumped on mike, straddled him, and making sure i was
inches over him, i whispered, 'sure i was, weren't you, with ur junior
poking at all?' he blushed of course. and i went gotcha. and slept beside
him. all the way through the morning.

actually, not through the morning, cuz i seemed to sense a trend when i woke
up in the middle of the night. he was always inching closer to me. and i
couldn't like move away, cuz now i was sleeping against the wall, and he was
cornering me. by 5, i woke up with a start and he seemed peacefully asleep.
i was so not, only my left arm, (again) was asleep and numb, and my bladder,
full. i tried to get out, but he just mumbled some weird things, then with
his right leg engulfed my entire stomach and i gave an oof sound, which left
unheard. but i finally managed to pry myself off him and went to relieve
myself.

people do weird things all the time. mike does it all the time. when i went
back to sleep, i slept far away from him, and i thought finally, maybe i
could sleep peacefully and normally. but it was not to be. like some sort of
a magnetic attraction, the moment i touched the pillow, he turned around,
launched his arm on my chest, wrapped his legs around mine,snuggled closer
in and slept. i was VERY uncomfortable with this closeness: don't get me
wrong. i am not homophobic, but seriously, the way he was behaving was
making me question a LOT of things. and from my status quo, he wasn't
exactly who i wanted to like in that way. guessing that i couldn't do
anything about it, i simply slept, peacefully i might add, all the way to
ten in the morning.

i don't wake up early and i sleep like a log. usually. so by ten the next
morning, i was still sleeping. but when i sleep, the weirdest things happen
to me. so happened that i woke up in a rather compromising and embarrassing
position. i had a morning hard on which was tenting out of my boxers, my
shirt was way not covering my body, and my pubes were slightly showing.
couple that with mike shaking me up to wake me, i think i was very very very
shaken. i immediately took his comforter and covered myself. he laughed a
throaty laugh, winked, and said, 'nice bod. now go and brush ur teeth, and
settle your, ahem, problem.'

I couldn't think of anything else to say to that, and ended up going to the
bathroom with his comforter covering my crotch.

he made breakfast for me in the morning, and made sure i ate it. cornflakes
in fresh milk with bacon and eggs on the side. i tried eating everything,
but couldn't. i realized that his parents weren't at home, and it was only
me and him alone at home. ooh. 'wanna watch some tv??'

'hmm, well, why not? mtv's movie awards are playing now, aren't they?'
'well, we'll see then. on the tv!'
i sat down and watched, and he was sitting beside me on the couch. i was
glued to the gogglebox as u know, the procession started. i have to tell u,
sarah michelle gellar is one hot babe. I was so engrossed in it i barely
noticed mike leaving the room to get some coke. he knew that i was so
concentrated, he pressed the cold coke right onto my neck. i yelped and
immediately launched myself onto him and tickled him senseless. he was
laughing and laughing like a madman as he was forced onto the couch by me,
and i was directly on top of him.

'call me the greatest man in the universe or this is gonna go on forever...'
'well, what can i say, i dont tell lies honey.'
i raised an eyebrow at 'honey', (well, ok, i give. i can't raise an eyebrow,
but leave it at that to keep my ego intact) and continued tickling, until he
finally gave up and shrieked, 'I give i give!!!! greatest man in the
universe!, k?'

'that's better', and i tried cheekily, 'babe.'

When the movie awards ended, i decided to perhaps, stone. but he seemed to
have more academic stuff in his brain to torture me with. 'hey, come on up,
i need ur help in math honey.' i screwed up my face in disgust, but he
totally didn't notice it, and just said, 'just come on up.' well, defeated,
i said, 'all right, babe.'

trigonometry is not very difficult if you put ur mind to it. which is what i
did, and got 15 questions solved in the next 2 hours. but i was so filled
with math, and mike was to, that i totally forgot that i had an appointment
with james today to play pool in his house. 'shit, i need to borrow the
phone for a while, need to call james; i forgot my appointment with him
today.'

'sure, no problem dude. here it is.'

i waited for the ringtone to stop: 'hey, it's me seth.'
'oh, u finally called me eh, had fun with ur toyboy?'
'fuck you james. here i am trying to apologize for not making it to our
appointment and u act like one prissy queen. whats ur fucking problem?'
'well, fine seth. apologies accepted. why not u go and accompany ur lil
toyboy mike who's waiting for u in bed? bye.' he said in a very very hurt
tone and hung up.
'well, fuck u too.' i said angrily as i slammed the phone down onto the bed.