Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2000 00:56:57 EDT
From: ZLATAZOBO@aol.com
Subject: Anything to Turn You on............../ Part One

    Sirs - This story is true, however the names of individuals and the names
of some places have been changed for reasons of privacy.  If you think you
recognize someone in this story, you don't!  The characters have been
obscured beyond any similarity to the actual individuals.
    The author is Terrence Julian with additional input from Andrew van Ryan.
Let us know what you think!

Thank You -
Andrew van Ryan and Terrence Julian


	       Anything To Turn You On.......
		          By Terrence Alessandro Julian

	 I was born the only child to an extremely wealthy Swiss Italian
Father who died when I was just four and a half years old.  My Mother is a
Diplomat with the Italian Embassy.  Father made his fortune in oil
shipping, international banking and finance, amongst other business
ventures.  When he died he left the bulk of his wealth to me.  Mother
didn't mind, as she was from a wealthy family herself.  When it came time
for me to enter school, I was shipped off to a very exclusive private
boarding school outside Montreux, Switzerland where I stayed until Mother
took a post with the US Embassy in New York.  I entered seventh grade in
the United States at another private school where the other students soon
started calling me by 'TJ'.  At the end of eighth grade, Mother was
reassigned to a post in Los Angeles, California.
	She decided it would be good for me to experience leading a more
'normal' life, so she purchased a home (still huge by any ones standards!)
in a small city (commuting distance to her work in LA) and enrolled me for
the fall semester in the local public High School. That's how I came to be
living in Fullerton, California.
	Terrence Alessandro Julian is my name, hence the nickname 'TJ'.  I
am Swiss- Italian with brown eyes and practically white blond hair.  I was
shorter when I started high school however I stand 5' 8" tall now.  I look
tanned even when not, due to my skin tone.  I also speak five languages
fluently.
	My second day at high school is when I first saw 'The Prince of
Main Street', Andrew Simon van Ryan.  When I saw Andy that first time I was
instantly in awe.  He was a year ahead of me and evidently had earned the
nickname 'The Prince of Main Street' at a very young age.  He lived one
town over from Fullerton and attended classes here due to the fact his town
was so small at the time (this was in 1968) there weren't enough students
to warrant building a school just for them.  So by contract the students
from his town were bused to my high school.
	I was in the Orchestra room tuning my violin as the others in my
class were tuning or talking as well.  I vaguely recall hearing the door to
the classroom open and suddenly all talking stopped, as did most of the
tuning.  I looked up expecting to see the conductor, but to my surprise
everyone was staring at this tall thin boy with long blond hair.  As he
walked towards the percussion section he carried himself with what can only
be described as a 'presence'.  I whispered to the girl seated next to me
'Who's that?' and she replied "Andy van Ryan, the Prince".  "He's a
Prince?" I asked watching as he walked with his head up and shoulders back.
"Well, they call him 'the Prince of Main Street' in the town where he
lives.  I think it has to do with his supernatural powers, somehow.  That
and the way his voice changed overnight" she whispered back.  I watched him
and once he had taken his seat he surveyed the room with one eyebrow arched
up and a slightly disapproving look.  I noticed all the other students were
staring at him as if waiting for something to happen.  Then the conductor
entered and said 'Good morning, class!" and all eyes turned to face
forward.  During the rest of rehearsal I glanced back at him from time to
time, yet he didn't appear to notice.  The conductor stopped at one point
and asked us to start over at measure 64.  That's when I heard him speak.
	"Pardon me, Mr. Manolino?  I didn't quite hear which measure you
said to begin at" the Voice from the back of the Orchestra called out.  If
I didn't know better, I would have sworn Peter O'Toole, the actor who
played 'Lawrence of Arabia' had spoken. "Measure 64, Mr. van Ryan" the
conductor replied as I swiveled my head to look. The conductor had called a
student by 'Mister'?
	"Thank you, sir" Andy calmly remarked.  I almost missed the count
in because I was still staring.  The thought came to mind 'Where did he get
that accent?'.  After class I noticed him talking with a group of other
students outside the band hall and I stood nearby to listen.  "We didn't
see you much over the summer, Andy" one boy said to him.  "I take it you
haven't heard then" Andy replied sounding very much a well mannered blue
blood "I was attacked and beaten on the Fourth of July, ending up in the
hospital. You have noticed the scar on my cheek, haven't you?"
	That was all it took.  I was head over heels for this boy they
called 'the Prince'.  I would find places on campus where I could watch him
during breaks or at lunch.  To my disappointment I discovered he was dating
Linda Hamilton, the daughter of a wealthy man who lived in my neighborhood.
	I asked around about him and heard all sorts of strange rumors.  I
heard tell he could seemingly appear out of nowhere, that he once blew out
all the lights in an entire city block because someone made him mad and he
had caused several businesses to go under after he 'jinxed' them when the
owners made him angry.  No wonder everyone got silent when he walked into a
room!
	The only story I heard from everyone I asked concerned how his
voice and personality had changed overnight the previous school
year. Everyone agreed that one day he was a shy boy with a high pitched
lisping voice.  The next day he was an intense extrovert who spoke in an
accented voice which was at least five whole notes lower in pitch.  Some
said it was Voo Doo and some just shook their heads.  All agreed they had
heard it happen themselves and swore it was not simply a made up story.
	I also learned that he lived with one of his friends, a boy named
Jesse whose Mother had taken him in after he had some kind of falling out
with his own family.  It had something to do with his being attacked over
the summer and his brother, I heard.
	I would watch him from afar and wish he was mine.  I had known I
was gay for some time and had told my mother when we had moved here from
New York.  Her reaction was to have me live in the smaller 'maids' house
behind the large house she lived in.  That way I was out of sight to any of
her friends or associates.  Therefore, I was very lonely and cut off from
her world.
	I made practically no friends and only by chance had met another
gay boy named Daniel.  He had seen me sitting across the street from school
eating my lunch one day in late September and struck up a conversation.
	Two weekends before Christmas vacation was to begin I was talking
with Daniel on the phone when he asked me if I had any 'crushes' on anyone.
I told him all about my mad crush and the boy I dreamt about.  "So what's
his name?"  Daniel had asked and I answered "Andrew Simon van Ryan" with a
sigh.
	There was a pause then Daniel laughed.  "You're kidding me!" he
said "Andy's the drummer in my band!"  Then Daniel added the most
astonishing thing I could ever have expected to hear.  "He's as gay as you
are TJ!  So is Jesse, the boy he lives with".  "I thought he was dating
Linda!"  I replied.  Daniel informed me that he did so only to keep
suspicion away.
	I couldn't believe what he had just told me!  The boy of my dreams
was gay!  I decided that the following Monday I would try to introduce
myself to him, even if he did have a boyfriend.
	After Orchestra on Monday I waited.  Andy was talking with another
percussionist when I got the nerve up to speak.  At first I tried clearing
my throat, but he didn't hear me.  So I tugged on his shirt tail.  He
turned around and said "May I help you?".  I asked to speak with him
privately in the band hall and he followed me out.  Only the hall was too
crowded.  I spotted an empty rehearsal room and stepped in.  He followed
and I closed and locked the door.  After I told him my name I asked if he
knew Daniel.  He looked at me suspiciously then cautiously replied that he
did.  To make things easy I told him Daniel was my boyfriend and he glared
at me.
	I thought I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life!  Until he
spoke, that is.  He asked if Daniel had told me it wasn't a good idea to
admit 'that sort of thing to strangers' and I answered yes.  Then he smiled
and asked why Daniel had told me about him.  I blurted out how I was
telling Daniel about having this 'crush on Andy' when I realized what I was
saying!
	 Andrew grinned and said to me "I guess you let that cat out of the
bag!"  He said he was flattered then explained he and Jesse were
boyfriends.  I asked if maybe we could be friends.  He answered 'perhaps'
then excused himself.  I figured that was that until two days later when
Jesse caught me walking across campus.
	"You're TJ, right?" he asked.  I was sure I was going to get an ear
full but he surprised me saying "Andy's sick at home with the flu.  Would
you like to come over and visit him tomorrow?"  I was thrilled!
	Jesse and I talked for a while out on the football field at lunch
time. He was actually a really cool guy!  The next day I went home with him
after school and surprised Andy with my visit.  Soon Jesse, Andy and myself
were the best of friends and we remained so though out high school.
	My Mother accepted a post back in New York just before Andy turned
eighteen in April of 1971.  I sadly had to leave my friends in
California. Then in May, Jesse's mother died.  Jesse and Andy were
emotionally devastated.  Andy was eighteen, but Jesse was still seventeen
for another five months.  He was sent to live with his Father in
Connecticut. Tragically, Andy soon discovered Jesse had disappeared along
with his Father never to be seen or heard from again.
	 Andy was thrown into a deep depression that threatened to destroy
his entire existence perhaps even end his life!  I called him every day
trying to keep his spirits up.
	I turned eighteen that November, receiving the fortune my Father
had left me.  I immediately flew to California to be with my dearest
Andrew.  He was living between his parents house (they had taken him back
now that his brother had moved away) and with Linda, his so-called
'girlfriend'.  He was sadly holding out hope Jesse would be found.
	Still empty and on the market, I purchased the two houses in
Fullerton from my Mother.  Occupying the small 'maids' house again, I moved
Andy in with me.  Here is where our story begins.......

			  .......to be continued