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events are fictitious in nature.
Any
similarities to persons living, dead, or otherwise are purely
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American
Differences
-By
EmulatedLove
Call
me sceptical but we've been through this before. We've already had
two new boys join my class earlier this year and both times I had
gotten my hopes up, always expecting something special. But they let
me down; they were straight. Not only that but one was annoying as
hell and one was a prick, so why would new boy #3 be any different?
Ok, so maybe he's an American, big deal! It's not like those real
hotties we see on TV actually exist. And even if they do, we all know
that they only come in 'hetero'.
That's probably why I wasn't
expecting much when I heard a knock at the classroom door. I looked
over and watched as it opened fully. Everything around me seemed to
drone out as I focused on the American teen standing there. It was as
though I was watching in slow motion as he walked over and handed our
tutor a note, before glancing around the class. His steely grey eyes
connected with mine. I seemed to lose all self control in that
instant. He broke the stare and turned back to the teacher, smiling
at something he said. I swallowed hard and wiped my sweaty palms on
my trousers. 'Enter
boy #3...'
Chapter One: Something special
I
walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me, locking it. I
had just finished having a shower and now had to get dressed for
school. Today would be the first day back after the Christmas
holidays. I had been dreading going back for the past couple of days.
Not because I hate school, but because I would rather stay at home
and play my new console games some more and hang out with my friends.
At least I would be seeing them soon and we can get back into our
little routine of things.
I threw the towel over the radiator
and walked over to my drawers and put on some boxers before I turned
to my wardrobe to get my school clothes. It's not that bad as
uniforms go; no blazer or rough shirts, just a white, short sleeved
polo shirt and a black jumper, complete with plain black trousers. I
put them on and walked over to my mirror and looked at myself. I was
of about average build and stood at a nice height of 5'9”,
which actually gave me a slightly slim appearance. I liked to play
the casual sport and enjoyed being quite active which had given me a
nicely toned body, not bulging biceps or abs of iron, but decent
enough being only 16. My dark brown hair was still slightly damp but
I was fortunate to have quite straight hair which required little
maintenance, but I always liked it to look real good. Right now it
was of average length and covered my ears, but fell short of touching
my shoulders. My eyes were a deep blue colour, which contrasted
nicely with my hair. I was also quite blessed to have white, straight
teeth and thin lips. I smiled at my reflection before I made my way
downstairs.
I stepped into the kitchen to retrieve a yoghurt
or some fruit, I didn't eat a lot for breakfast as I'd rather eat a
larger lunch which I would take with me to school. I noticed my dad
was standing there dressed in his suit and making himself some tea
before he set off to work.
“Morning Dad.” I called
out as I walked past him.
He turned around and faced me,
“Morning Matt, sleep well?”
I nodded as I grabbed
a yoghurt from the fridge, “Yeah I did, you?”
“Yeah.”
He replied while stifling a yawn.
I heard someone else move
about in the room and I turned around to see my younger brother walk
in, with a grin on his face.
“Hey Matt.” He
smiled.
“Hi Josh, why are you so happy this morning?”
I asked.
He giggled.
I regarded my brother curiously.
Josh looked a lot like me, we both shared the same hair colour, the
same blue eyes, and apparently the same laugh according to my
parents, but I always dismissed that. He was 12 years old which meant
he was in year 8, three years lower than me. As little brothers go,
he is one of the best, of course the fact that he is my only sibling
might make me a little biased, but he wasn't some little brat like
some other kids in his year. I finished pouring myself some juice and
took a seat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen,
“Come
on, what is it?” I asked him before eating a spoonful of
strawberry yoghurt.
He grabbed a cereal bar and took a seat
opposite me, he looked across at our dad who was reading his mail on
his PDA. He leaned in toward me, “I'm going out with this new
girl.” He whispered.
I thought he just got himself a new
girlfriend, mind you, Josh always seemed to have a girlfriend of some
sort, but I'll never understand what was up with all the secrecy. I
shook my head, “Another girl? What happened to the last
one?”
“She kept texting me all the time, so I
dumped her.” He replied simply.
I laughed, he has always
been like this, but some of the girls he has gone out with take it so
seriously. For Josh, having a girlfriend meant little more than a
statement, as there was no real
dating involved. Half the time they are too shy to talk to each
other! Waste of time in my opinion, then again, dating any girl would
be a waste of time for me.
I smiled, “Just try to let
this one down a little nicer when you 'get bored' of her.”
He
just grinned as he took another bite from his cereal bar, filling his
mouth.
Someone could be heard coming quickly down the stairs
before my mum walked into the room, also wearing a suit, “Morning
boys, sleep well?” She asked Josh and me.
“Yes,
mum.” We replied in unison.
She looked over to my dad,
“We'd better get going Joe, don't want to get on the bad side
of the new boss.”
My parents both worked for a large
company involved in stocks and banking. They didn't work in the same
department, but still in the same building so they take each other to
work. It was also thanks to this job where they both met each other
almost 20 years ago, suffice it to say that they are now two of the
top people in that branch and make a decent income. Anyway, due to
some changes in the company they've got a new boss who has been
brought in from another branch overseas, so they wanted to arrive
there early to make a good impression.
“Yeah sure babes,
I'll go grab my coat.” He said before walking out into the
hallway.
Mum walked over to both us, “Make sure you both
leave on time, I don't want you late on your first day back.”
She said before she kissed me on the cheek.
“Don't worry
Mum, I'll make sure we do.” I said, rubbing the side of my face
in case she got some lipstick on me.
She walked over to Josh
and kissed the top of his head, “I've made your lunch for you
Matt, it's over there on the side. We'll see you later around half
5.”
Dad stood in the doorway carrying their briefcases,
handing one to my mum as she walked toward him, “ I'll see you
guys later, have a good day at school.” He said before stepping
out the door.
“Bye boys.” Said Mum before closing
the door behind her, leaving Josh and me alone to finish our food.
I
took a sip of my drink before looking up at the clock, “We have
to go in a couple of minutes if we want to meet up with Connor and
Adam.”
Connor and Adam Reed were two brothers who were
also the same age as Josh and me. Connor had been my best friend for
years, ever since we joined the same primary school some 12 years
ago. While Josh and Adam always knew each other, they have only been
close friends since they started high school, but now they're
inseparable, much like Connor and me. It works out quite well because
whenever I'd have Connor over, Adam will come as well to see Josh.
They only lived two streets away, so it's a common occurrence to be
around each others houses. Their house is also on the way to school,
so we would usually walk in together.
“Ok, I'll be
ready.” He said whilst getting up and walking upstairs.
I
stood up and put my washing in the sink before grabbing my lunch and
heading upstairs to get my school bag. I walked into my room and
headed over to my desk where my mobile was on charge. I picked it up
and slipped it in my trouser pocket before grabbing my bag and
heading downstairs. Josh was waiting for me at the door while I put
my school shoes and coat on. He opened the door and we stepped
outside. I locked it behind us before we set off for Connors house.
While
it wasn't cold enough to snow, our exhales could still be seen
sending steam into the air. I was lucky that I was wearing a thick
coat otherwise I would have been freezing right now. It only took us
two minutes to get there and we still had more than enough time to
get to school. I walked up to his door, pressed the doorbell and
waited until I saw Connors appearance through the small glass panel
as he opened the door. Nice warm air blew out of his house,
temporarily providing me with a small source of heat. I looked up at
Connor standing there. At 5'10” he was slightly taller than me,
but he shared my build which made the difference in height hard to
notice unless we were standing next to each other. Today his short
brown hair was spiked up with gel and actually suited him nicely,
obviously a new look that he was going after. As usual his dark brown
eyes were full of life, a familiar trait of the Reed household.
“Hey
Matt.” He said before turning and shouting back inside, “Adam,
they're here.” He put on his coat, slung his bag over his
shoulder and stepped out, shutting the door slightly.
“Hey
Con, hows it going?” I asked as he stood next to me.
“It's
all good, you?”
“Yeah, I'm fine.” I replied
as Adam came out of the house, closing the door behind him.
Connor
and Adam were virtually identical, however Adam had black hair
instead of brown, and also had light brown eyes. But while they might
look similar, they are both very different people. Connor was a very
confident and very quick witted person who didn't hesitate about
speaking his mind. Adam on the other hand, while still quite
confident, was a lot more laid back, not in a bad way, but he
definitely had a coolness to him as opposed to his older brothers
edge. Like Josh and me, it was only them two and their parents, which
is really good because it is like having two extra brothers, who just
happened to live two streets away.
We turned and began our 10
minute journey to school. Connor and I walked up front with the other
two following us behind, engaged in their own conversation. I always
liked the walk from Connors house as we had to pass through the local
park. At one end there was a small playground and the other end had a
small lake that was currently frozen over. I found it amusing to see
the ducks walking over it and were probably wondering where all the
water had gone. Connor looked over at me,
“You seem
quite happy this morning.” He joked.
I smiled at him,
“Yeah, I'm ecstatic.”
He didn't reply and instead
laughed aloud at my response. He had a really cute laugh. I'd always
seen Connor as a brother rather than a friend because of how long
we've known each other. But the fact that he was good looking and a
great person didn't really do me any favours. Don't get me wrong, it
wasn't like I fancied him or anything, but he could be a distraction
sometimes. Connor didn't know that I was gay. Actually nobody knew
about that part of me. I didn't really let it bother me though as I
saw it as their loss rather than mine and in all honesty, I really
didn't mind being closeted. Sure at times it could be a real shit,
but with the only other option being coming out, I didn't really have
that much of a choice.
We exited the park and saw the school
opposite us, across the other side of a small road. We crossed over
and walked through the main gates. On the other side of the gates,
about 30 metres back, was the main school building. The school was
separated into five large connecting buildings, each one being two
storeys high. The main structure housed the main hall as well as
reception and the other administrative areas, while the other four
housed the classrooms for all the subjects taught there. At the time
there were about 1200 students attending the school, but because of
its generous size, it wasn't exactly claustrophobic.
I turned
around and faced Josh, “I'll see you after school at the front
gates, have a good day.”
He wasn't paying all that much
attention and was instead looking over to a group of girls in his
year, “Yeah, sure Matt. See ya.” He replied before
walking off with Adam.
I turned back to face Connor, “Let's
get this done.”
He nodded as we headed off to our form
room.
After dodging past the erratic movements of some
younger kids, we stepped inside the school building and walked down
the corridor. I inhaled deeply and immediately regretted it once the
sickly smell of school filled my lungs. I grimaced briefly before we
turned down a hall before entering our form room. Our tutor wasn't
here yet, but seeing as we were in year 11, we were 'trusted' enough
to be able to walk in without wrecking the place.
As we
stepped inside, there were only a few girls sitting at some tables at
the back; Sarah, Lisa and Julie. They were quite nice people but we
didn't know them that well as we didn't share any of the same
classes. We said a brief hello before walking over to our corner and
sitting down. I removed my coat and rested my head in my arms on the
table in front of me and closed my eyes. Waking up at 7:00 after
three weeks of no school really takes it out of you. Call me lazy,
but I would have given anything to be back in my bed at that moment.
I heard some more people walk in but I didn't bother to look up, I
just stayed there for a while longer.
“Bored to death
already Mr Blake?” Called out my form tutor, Mr Pierce.
I
sat up quickly and watched as he walked over to his desk, “Just
fell asleep waiting for you to arrive sir.” I replied.
Mr
Pierce was a really down to earth guy and always liked to crack a
joke, even if the quality of them were poor. He was in his mid
forties and had short black hair and green/grey eyes. He was a little
over 6' tall and was of average build. Mr Pierce had been our form
tutor since we started this school and therefore knew each of us
really well and didn't mind our smart remarks every now and again as
he usually had enough playful comebacks of his own.
He
grinned, “Actually Mark ambushed me on the way here, and we
know what that means.”
Mark, or Mr Jones rather, was our
head teacher. He was quite a short man in his early fifties but he
somehow managed to uphold a sense of superiority above everyone else,
regardless of his height. Mr Jones was a nice enough guy, but at
times he could keep talking and talking, he doesn't seem to stop. It
was a bit of a running joke that our teachers used that as an excuse
if they arrived late to a lesson. I played along,
“Oh
really? What was it about?” I inquired.
He stopped
unpacking his bag and looked at me, “School matters.” He
grinned.
“School matters, that's a new one.” I
joked, causing Connor to laugh.
Mr Pierce went back to sorting
out his stuff and I glanced around the room, looking to see who had
arrived. Almost everyone was here except a couple of people and
another one of our friends, Max. I turned to Connor,
“Max
is coming in today, isn't he?”
He nodded, “Remember
he has to drop his younger sister off on the way here...” He
trailed off as he flicked his head toward the door.
I looked
over and saw Max strutting in. Max Carpenter was the real clown of
our group, he was always saying something funny or playing a
practical joke; therefore it wasn't really that much of a surprise
when he said that he wanted to be an actor a couple of years back.
Max had blonde hair and blue eyes, and was just generally really good
looking, like super hot. He was around the same height as me, but
boy, he had like the best body ever. Max really liked his sports and
his beautifully toned arms, legs, everything, was the achievement of
his work. I couldn't begin to count the number of times where I had
to tear my eyes away from his body in the changing rooms. But his
looks aside, Max was a really good friend and always put us first
above everything else, even girls.
Mr Pierce looked over at
him, watching his walk, “Everything alright there Max?”
Max
faced him, “Everything's just fine sir, how are you?” He
said, grinning at us.
Mr Pierce just stared at him for a
moment, “I'm good thank you.”
Max nodded and came
to sit down on my left, “Hi guys.”
“Hey
Max.” We called out.
“I just want to do the
register, will you all settle down for a moment please.” Called
out Mr Pierce as he walked over and closed the door.
He sat
down and quickly conducted the register before we went back to
chatting again.
“Hey, you guys watch the game
yesterday?” Asked Max.
For the next 5 minutes or so we
discussed the football match again, most of the time I just listened
as I wasn't as passionate about it as the other two. But it was what
Sarah Childs asked next which peaked my curiosity.
“Sir,
is there a new boy starting today?” She asked.
Pierce
looked up from his book, “Yep, apparently we do, he should be
along in a moment.”
Connor and Max also seemed to take
an interest and stopped talking about football for a moment.
Sarah
spoke again, “Is he American?”
Pierce answered
while reading, “Yes, he's American.”
The girls at
the back started to talk and giggle amongst themselves, obviously
pleased with the information.
Connor leaned toward us, “An
American, this could be fun.” He said, causing Max to nod in
agreement.
Call me sceptical but we've been through this
before. We've already had two new boys join my class earlier this
year and both times I had gotten my hopes up, always expecting
something special. But they let me down; they were straight. Not only
that but one was annoying as hell and one was a prick, so why would
new boy #3 be any different? Ok, so maybe he's an American, big deal!
It's not like those real hotties we see on TV actually exist. And
even if they do, we all know that they only come in 'hetero'.
That's probably why I wasn't expecting much when I heard a
knock at the classroom door. I looked over and watched as it opened
fully. Everything around me seemed to drone out as I focused on the
American teen standing there. It was as though I was watching in slow
motion as he walked over and handed our tutor a note, before glancing
around the class. His steely grey eyes connected with mine. I seemed
to lose all self control in that instant. He broke the stare and
turned back to the teacher, smiling at something he said. I swallowed
hard and wiped my sweaty palms on my trousers. 'Enter
boy #3...'
Mr
Pierce stood up, “Ok class this is Jamie..” He turned to
the boy, unsure of his last name.
“Keller, my name's
Jamie Keller.” He replied.
Oh my god, his voice was so
perfect, so very American. I am terrible with accents, but I'd guess
that his was from the west coast, possibly California. I swept my
eyes over his body as he stood there. Jamie was around my height and
had a build between mine and Max's, indicating that he had a nice
muscle tone under his uniform. He had short dirty blond hair which
looked perfect with his grey eyes. His dark eyebrows were thin and
beautifully placed above his eyes. He had a really cute little nose
which sat on top of a pair of thin lips. His lightly tanned skin gave
him a very healthy look and just radiated warmth. I looked at the tip
of his nose and his cheeks, they were both pink from the cold
outdoors. Perhaps I could take him somewhere and get him warmed up a
little bit, maybe I could sneak a little cuddle in there too.
The
sound of the girls giggling again brought be back to reality, causing
me to suddenly become aware of the lump in my trousers. I quickly
adjusted myself and glared at the girls at the back, before turning
around and setting my eyes on Jamie.
“Looks like you
have a couple of fans already Jamie.” Remarked Mr Pierce,
causing Jamie to smile again before he continued, “Well I'm
sure I don't need to tell you all to be polite and help Jamie out
over the next couple of weeks until he sets in and gets used to how
things are done around here.”
There were a couple of
murmurs before Pierce placed a hand on Jamie's shoulder, “Because
it is the start of a new term, Jamie hasn't been given a timetable
yet so he's going to have to shadow somebody today. Anyone like to
volunteer?” He said.
I watched as Jamie looked around
the class, he looked so cute standing there in his uniform. I so
badly wanted to say something or raise my hand, but I couldn't seem
to do anything. I was too damn nervous and it frustrated the hell out
of me. I was practically being asked to take him, why didn't I say
something?
Max raised his hand, “I'll do it.”
“Ok
then, Jamie if you would like, you can follow Max around for the day
and go to his lessons. We should have a timetable set up for you
before tomorrow.” Said Pierce.
Damn. I should have been
the one with my hand up! And now I'll only see Jamie twice today, as
I only share two classes with Max on Tuesdays.
Jamie nodded,
“Sure that's fine.” Oh god, that accent was killing
me!
Mr Pierce turned to Max, “Actually, do you have an
outdoor lesson in P.E today?” He asked.
Max nodded, “Yep
Mr Church said we'll be doing rugby on our first day back.”
“That's
going to be a problem because Jamie doesn't have a sports uniform.”
Replied Pierce who was quiet for a moment before continuing, “Sorry
Max, but Jamie has to be paired with someone who is doing an indoor
P.E lesson.” He looked around the class again, “Would
someone doing an indoor lesson like to volunteer?”
I
noticed some movement out of the corner of my eye and saw that Hayley
Burch had her hand in the air. Hayley was a nasty piece of work. She
was the type of girl who would befriend a guy just to get into his
pants and half the time it worked. I really don't know what some guys
see in her, all I see is some stuck up bitch with more make up than
brains, but I guess they just see sex and that's it. Mind you, the
type of guys who date her pretty much share her mentality so good for
them. But how dare she try her shit on with Jamie!
Mr Pierce
opened his mouth to speak but not before my hand shot up into the air
as I interrupted him, “I have indoors P.E today sir, Jamie can
come with me if he would like.”
Jamie looked at me, our
eyes connecting once again, “Yeah, that'd be great, thanks,”
He replied.
“Alright then, Jamie, you can go and sit
down next to Matt and he'll be your guide for the day.” Said
Pierce, clasping his hands.
Jamie nodded and headed over. I
turned and looked at Hayley who was trying to stare me down. She knew
that I hated her, so it wasn't that much of a surprise that she hated
me back, especially now that I had stolen her new toy away from her.
I flashed her a toothy grin and mouthed the words, 'sorry'. She
turned away, looking very pissed. Our little confrontation didn't go
unnoticed as Connor started to crack up in laughter. I looked back
toward Jamie as he came and sat down on my right.
Suddenly all
of my confidence went out of the window and my sweaty palms returned.
Jamie turned to me,
“Thanks for being my guide, I'll try
not to be too much of a nuisance.” He said smiling.
I
looked at him. He was so gorgeous, even at this closeness. I loved
his smile. I loved the way it made me tingle inside, causing me to
start grinning.
“I think I'll manage.” I replied.
“I'm Matt, Matt Blake.” I said offering my hand.
He
reached out, “Jamie Keller.”
Our skin came into
contact and it felt surreal to be touching this boy, even in such a
trivial way. His skin was so soft and his hand felt so perfect in my
own. I pulled back and looked across at Connor.
“These
are two of my good friends, this is Connor, and this is Max.” I
said gesturing to both of them.
“Hey guys.” Said
Jamie.
“Hey Jamie.”, “Hey mate.“They
replied.
“I'm terrible with accents, but I guessed that
you're from California, am I kinda close?” I asked.
“Yeah,
spot on. I come from a city called Stockton, its about 70 miles from
San Francisco.” He replied.
“What made you come
over to England?” I asked.
“Well my auntie has
lived over here for the past 2 years and my dad had an offer to
transfer over here with his job, so he took it.”
“What
does he do?” Asked Connor.
“He's like high up in
some office company, really boring but he gets paid well.” He
replied before the bell started to ring.
“Alright
people, lets get to our lessons.” Said Mr Pierce while standing
up. “Have a nice day Jamie.”
“I'm sure I
will sir.” He said while looking at me, making me feel tingly
again.
I managed to control myself, “We've got English
first this morning, it's just across the hall.”
“Sure
thing.” He replied whilst standing up.
Neither Max nor
Connor were in my set for English, so I said goodbye as we walked out
of the class and stood outside the English room and waited until the
form in there was dismissed.
I looked at Jamie, he was busy
looking around, watching while the other kids went to their first
lesson. I leaned close to his ear so I didn't have to shout over the
noise,
“I bet it's a lot different to what you're used
to.”
He turned to me, “Yeah. It's really weird
because suddenly there's no one older than me, this is the last
year.”
I smiled, “Yep, just this grade left to
go.”
The room emptied and we walked inside, I went up to
the teacher and told her about Jamie, she didn't mind him sitting in
for this lesson. I found two empty seats and we sat down.
Once
everyone had arrived, the teacher briefly explained what we would be
doing this lesson. It wasn't anything too difficult, actually it was
for a media piece of our coursework. Over the holidays, she'd given
us the homework of watching any one of the Indiana Jones movies, and
now we had to write a review as if we worked for a magazine company.
She told us what we had to do and left us to it, nice and
simple.
“You've seen one of these movies, right?”
I asked Jamie.
He nodded, “Of course, what one are you
picking?”
“The Last Crusade, the only one worth
watching.” I replied.
“What? No way. Raiders of
the Lost Ark is much better.”
We spent the next 20
minutes thoroughly discussing which was the best of the two, but we
both stayed loyal to the one we had chosen. The teacher walked over
to us,
“As happy as I am to let you two talk about
class work so enthusiastically, you should be writing something down
instead of discussing it.” She said, smiling.
I turned
to Jamie who waited until the teacher walked away before he poked his
tongue out at me. Jeez, did this boy know what he was doing to me? He
winked at me, causing me to blush, before he turned and started
writing on some paper. I sat there for a moment, watching the way his
long fingers gripped the pen and glided it across the page. Even his
writing was neat and tidy. I clicked my pen and started writing. The
first word I wrote was Jamie,
before I realised what I done and crossed it out, hoping that he
wouldn't try to read it.
The next few periods flew past in a
breeze. The classes with Connor and Max were great, it was as though
Jamie was meant to be part of our group. It was during these next few
hours that I tried to form a basic understanding of what type of
person he was like. Jamie was a highly likeable person, he just seems
to get on with everyone and they seemed to get on with him. He also
had a great sense of humour and it was refreshing to hear some new
jokes. But beyond all that, I knew deep down that he was special.
Whether it was the way that he smiled at me or the way he acted, I
just knew that he was different. I won't lie to you, after our first
lesson I started to wonder if he was gay. I only assumed that because
I wanted it to be true, but it seemed that the more I wanted it to be
true, the more he appeared to be straight, so I forgot about it and
put it to the back of my mind.
By the time lunch time arrived
Jamie already seemed to have settled in really well and had made a
good impression on Connor and Max. I had also learned that he moved
over with his mum and dad along with his younger sister who is two
years younger than us. He was going to introduce us during lunch, if
he saw her. I grabbed a table in the lunch room and waited for the
others to finish getting food from the cafeteria. The reason I hate
eating the food from here is because it tastes like crap and costs a
fortune. Now before you start shaking your head and thinking that I
am some weirdo who can't manage a packet of fries or a burger, then I
urge you to try them, then you can comment.
Jamie headed over
first, carrying a sandwich and some juice, I grinned at him,
“I
hope you don't assume all English food is bad as the stuff they serve
up in here.”
He smiled, “Not at all, Burger King
makes a really nice Whopper over here.” He said taking a seat
next to me.
I shoved him lightly on the arm, “Hey! I bet
they taste exactly the same as the ones at home.”
He
wiggled his eyebrows, “They do, almost.”
Connor
and Max walked over, carrying fries and burgers.
“I told
him not to have these in case you had a go at us for feeding him
rubbish.” Said Max while waving his burger.
“Good.”
I replied while starting to eat my home
made
sandwich.
“So what do you think of this place so far?”
Asked Connor.
“It's alright, just really different to
what I'm used to.”
“Are schools in America really
like what we see in the movies?” Asked Max.
Jamie
shrugged, “It really depends, some are like that, but yeah for
the most part they are very similar.”
“Hi Jamie.”
Came a girls voice.
The American accent immediately betrayed
her as I turned around to see Jamie's 14 year old sister. She had the
same dirty blonde hair, but had green eyes. She was quite tall for
her age at 5'4” and had a slim appearance. All in all, she was
quite a good looking girl, a fact reinforced by the boys who were
checking her out.
“Hey Sam.” Replied
Jamie.
“Guys, this is my sister Samantha, or Sam. Sam
this is Matt, Connor and Max.”
“Hi.” She
replied. I looked behind her and saw two other girls following her,
obviously she has made some friends. “Anyway, I gotta run. I'll
see you outside after school. See you later guys.”
We
said goodbye as we watched her walk off.
“Well that's my
sister, brief as always.” Said Jamie.
“She seems
like a nice girl.” I replied.
He nodded, “She
is.”
The rest of lunch and the following period seemed
to pass by in mere minutes, leading us up to the end of the school
day, 3:15. It turned out that Jamie lived quite close to me, which
meant that we could walk to and from school together. Jamie, Connor
and I waited outside the school gates for our younger siblings while
Max headed off to his sisters primary school, as he lived in the
opposite direction.
Once they all arrived we set off for home,
but we stopped when a car beeped its horn before pulling up
alongside. Jamie seemed to recognise it as he walked toward the side
door. The window rolled down to reveal a smartly dressed middle aged
man. I couldn't really see much, aside from his grey hair and tanned
skin tone. He smiled at us before looking up at Jamie and Sam.
“Hi
Dad.” Said Jamie
“Hi do you guys want a lift?”
He asked in that familiar accent; there was no mistaking this man for
Jamie's father.
Jamie looked back to us, “I was gonna
walk with these guys, if that's ok.”
He nodded, “Sure
it is, what about you Sam?”
“I'll go with you
dad.” She replied before stepping into the car.
“I'll
see you a little bit later then Jamie.” Said his dad.
“Ok,
see ya.”
His dad waved and pulled away in the car. Jamie
walked back over to us, “You guys don't mind if I tag
along?”
“Course not, besides, it's not that far
anyway.” Replied Connor.
We walked all the way to
Connors house before Josh decided that he wanted to hang out with
Adam and will come home later, I turned to Connor,
“You
don't mind if he stays, do you?”
“No not all.”
He replied.
“Ok Josh I'll see you later then.”
“Yeah,
bye Jamie.” Replied Josh.
“See you guys.” I
said.
They entered the house as Jamie and I headed for mine.
I glanced across at Jamie, it was nice to be alone with him
outside of school.
“What was your deal with that girl
earlier?” He asked, turning to look at me.
“What
girl?”
“The one in our form, she offered to take
me around before you.”
“Oh Hayley. She's just a
bitch, stay away from her.” I warned him.
He laughed
aloud. Damn, he even gave Connor a run for his money over the cute
laugh award.
“I mean it. All she wants is...is to sleep
with guys. She'll be all friendly then BAM, she's in your pants.”
I said.
“I hope you're not talking from experience.”
I scrunched up my face, “Oh come on! Hayley? That's
just nasty!”
He grinned, “So you saved me from
her?”
I nodded, “Yeah, I didn't want her to try to
corrupt you.”
“Corrupt me?” He giggled,
“She's not really my type anyway.”
I glanced at
him, “Oh and what is your type?”
He looked at me,
“Medium length dark brown hair that just covers the ears, deep
blue eyes, about your height.”
What? I stopped walking
and faced him.
He kept a straight face before he suddenly
burst out in laughter. Shit. False alarm.
I shook my head and
started walking again, “You almost had me there.” I
replied.
“Sorry, I couldn't resist.” He said,
still giggling.
I reached my house and stopped, “Well
this is me right here.”
He stopped and looked at my
house, “Nice place.”
“Thanks.” I said
while looking at him.
He looked at me, “I'll see you
later then.”
I nodded, “Yeah.” Our eyes
connected again and he gave me that look, the same look he'd been
giving me all day.
I looked down to the ground and then back
up to his face, “Erm, do you want to come inside?”
He
was silent for a moment and I spoke again, “You don't have to
stay long if you don't want...” I trailed off.
He
smiled, “Yeah, yeah, I think I'll come in.”
I
smiled, “Ok, good.”
He followed me into my house
and glanced around, seemingly impressed. I took him into my room
before I left him to look around as I went to grab some Cokes. I
walked into my room to see Jamie lying on my bed looking at some
gaming magazine. He was resting his head on my pillow, with his legs
bent at the knees so his socked feet were flat on the bed. I swore to
myself in that instant that I'd never wash those sheets again.
He
sat up when he saw me walk in, “Sorry, I hope you don't
mind.”
I shook my head and handed him his drink, “Make
yourself comfortable.” I said while taking a seat on my desk
chair.
I waited until he took a sip of his drink before I
swept my eyes over his body. Every part of him was so perfect, top to
bottom. He looked so adorable just sitting there on my bed. I had to
avert my eyes before my groin started to draw some unnecessary
attention.
He placed his drink on my desk and laid down on my
bed again.
“Do you have a PS3?” I asked.
He
shook his head, “Xbox.”
I turned on my TV, “Well
it's your unlucky day.” I said while tossing him a controller
and moving to sit next to him.
We played a couple of games
that I got for Christmas, and despite Jamie not having the same
console, he was quite good. But to be honest, my mind wasn't on the
game, it was on the American teen sitting on my bed. Every now and
again we'd glance over at each other and share a smile, nothing
significant, but it meant a lot. After a while we became hungry, so
we headed off to the kitchen to get something to eat. We ended up
having some oven pizza. We sat in the kitchen on the breakfast bar
opposite eachother as we ate. It was so great to be talking to him,
regardless of the subject. I was just happy to be spending some more
time around him.
Once we had finished eating, we went back up
to my room and sat side by side on my bed as we watched some TV.
There wasn't anything good to watch until I flicked onto a Travel
shop channel which was advertising California.
“Fancy
going on a holiday?” I joked.
“Not really, I'm
quite liking it here.”
“I'm glad to hear it.”
“I
really like your accent.” He said.
“I really like
your accent,” I mocked, attempting to copy his accent.
He
giggled and playfully shoved me, “Hey I was being
serious.”
“So was I.” I said continuing in
his accent.
He sat there quiet for a moment, waiting for me to
take a sip of my drink before he spoke, “Fancy a game of
cricket, old chap?” He said in a phony British accent.
I
choked on my drink as it dribbled out of my mouth and nose, it was
hilarious, save for the messiness. I
ran into the bathroom and cleaned myself quickly before I ran back
into my bedroom,
“You bastard!” I called out,
still laughing.
Jamie was laying there in fits of laugher, his
cheeks wet from tears, I walked over to him and sat down on the
bed.
His laughter was contagious and I started laughing
heavily again.
“That doesn't sound anything like me!”
I said in between breaths of air.
He looked up, “I know,
it was terrible!” He replied, still laughing.
After a
while we calmed down a bit and he sat up, leaning lightly against my
shoulder.
He turned to face me, tears still rolling down his
cheeks, “You're hilarious.” He said.
I reached up
and wiped his face with my thumb, “It was all you.”
We
grinned at each other before we both realised
what I was doing, I quickly pulled my hand back and suddenly
everything became serious again. I looked across at Jamie and he
didn't seem to be angry. He sat up smiling,
“It's been
great Matt, but I think I should head back home before dad comes
looking for me.” He said.
I nodded and silently cursed
myself, 'Shit,
I crossed the line.'
We both stood up and tidied our clothing.
I walked past him
to my bedroom door before he walked up to me and stood there. Time
stopped. We stared at eachother, our eyes immediately resuming that
connection again. We both knew what we wanted, but we didn't know if
we should take it; if we should act on it. I peered deep into his
eyes, looking for something, anything. He blinked, his eyes flashing
me the answer. We closed the gulf between us, circling our arms
around each other. We closed our eyes just before our lips touched.
Heaven. I pulled back, stared into his soul, before moving in again,
restarting the clock. I felt his tongue flick at my lips, I opened
and let him inside. He reached up with his hand and ran it through my
hair, pulling me toward him. I hooked my arms under his shoulders and
held him close, never wanting to let go. I danced in his mouth,
tasting my American love. I pushed him toward my bed, removing our
shirts before he fell back onto the sheets, pulling me on top of him.
The fever resumed control, our lips connecting again in a frenzy. His
bare chest felt so hot on my own as he pushed up against me. Our hips
ground together; two swords fighting over the impending eruption. He
rolled me over and put himself on top, in control. I slid my hands
across his back, feeling his muscle work under his soft, moist skin.
I almost unloaded in my boxers when he pressed himself onto me. I had
to get out of these extra clothes before it's too late. But I
couldn't move, he was on top, it was his call. He didn't stop. I
gripped him tighter as our breathing quickened, I felt him become
rigid as he began to move with urgency. We both tensed. We both came,
staring into each others eyes as we shared the universal act of
love...
We pulled apart.
“Wow...”
“...Yeah”
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