Date: Tue, 8 Jan 2013 19:52:32 +0000 From: Esther Alexis Subject: Benjy's Boy: Chapter One Hello there, this is my first story for Nifty.org, so I hope you enjoy reading. Disclaimer: As I have been warned, I must state that this story is 100% fictitious, and is wholly from my imagination. If this resembles work by others or stories in real life, that is merely by coincidence, nothing more nor nothing less. All acts of sexual congress in this story performed by those under the age of eighteen was performed with their consent. Note: May I just also add that this story may not immediately include acts of a sexual nature, because the story is a developed story, and I felt that it best to first introduce characters and show relationships blooming before showing any sex. Benjy's Boy: Chapter One I suppose if I was to be titled, I would be an emo. Everything about me (more noticeably, my appearance) screams the words "insecure" at all who see me. I was always the silent person, sitting alone in the corners of classrooms, hiding behind my fringe. Yes, I had a fringe. My hair was long and it was an illustrious dark brown, and it swept across my face, leaving only one of my silky green eyes visible among my hair. My fringe covered all of my forehead, and my side-fringe was always swept across my face. It was how I liked it. I would spend a long time every morning straightening my hair (however weird that may seem) with the straighteners, because everything had to be perfect with me. Although, you could say that I enjoyed looking insecure. My hood always up, fiddling with my sleeves when I was anxious. I wore Creepers, almost all of the time. I thought they looked quite nice with my black skinny jeans. So, yes, I was definitely an emo. But, I was also gay. Not openly, of course. I was too much a coward to do such a thing. "Dear, it's time for school," called my mom. I was starting my fourth year of Secondary School today (meaning that I was fourteen), which was like High school for you Americans reading. "I'm getting ready," I told her, finishing the final touches on my bangs. I hated nothing more than looking imperfect, even if it was my own opinion. I mean, I frowned at every person I saw that had even a single curl or flick in their hair. Once I had done that, I hurried down the stairs and left the house as soon as I could. I walked to school, unlike most, because there were no school buses in Britain, my American readers, and especially not in such a low and cockney area as mine. "Hey, Kay, wait up!" called Alison, my best friend, and the only person who I had told that I was gay. She lived a few houses down from me. "Hey Alison," I replied to her. "Have you seen my new neighbor? He's such a fitty, I swear! But he looks like he bats for your team." "Where is he?" I asked, not really caring, ignoring Alison almost completely. She tried to act like it was all okay, but I was still as insecure as I was before I told her my biggest secret, and her making fun of me wasn't helping. "There!" I followed her pointing finger, and it lead me to the most ethereal vision I had ever seen. As one might think, when describing a sexy crush, he was god-like. His hair was long and thick, blond in color, but with a bright blue dip-dyed fringe. I could look at him for eternity, just staring into his luminescent, light blue eyes, his perfectly chiselled face. He was a visionary to me, from his woolly knitted jumper to his perfect Creepers - like mine. I could see the abs flexing out of his jumper, and almost fainted, had it not been for Alison, who stabbed me with her pocket pen to bring me back to reality. "His name's Benjamin, or something. But he's a proper sexy fucker!" "Oh, yeah, whatever," I said to her, hiding my secretive lust towards this empyrean vision. "Benjamin," I whispered to myself. I didn't see the sexiness that was Benjamin until I was in the school grounds. He must have been a new student, I told myself, because it just so happens that Benjamin was in nearly all of my lessons. From History (my favorite) to P.E. (my worst), he was always there, looking as innocent and juvenile as always. He always seemed so lost, too. And he seemed distant from everyone, which was why I was surprised that he even spoke to me. He said "Why aren't you doing P.E.?" His voice was American; he was the first American I had ever met. "Uh... uhm, lots of people don't do it. They just put us all in a classroom for the lesson." "Oh, that's okay, then. Do you mind if I just follow you? It's my first day and I couldn't find my locker," he asked so sweetly. "You don't get lockers here," I giggled, as he flashed his pearly white teeth at me. His smile was crooked, unique, perfect. "But sure, the classroom is just here, uh, Benjamin, right?" "Call me Benjy." For the entirety of the lesson, we got to know each other. I knew it wouldn't hurt, because I barely had any friends. Besides, neither did he, so I was doing him a favor, by becoming his friend. We talked about his home in America, which, until he told me, I thought to be an awful place. But he changed my mind entirely. I also told him about our town, our school, who to watch out for and which teachers are the most strict here. We seemed to get on fine. Even after I left that lesson, Benjy followed me everywhere. He was like a child, lost and alone in the center of a shopping mall. But, I didn't mind it. I liked him following me, I liked the way he spoke to me. It was kind and caring, something no one in this town had. At the end of the school day, Benjy even walked home with me. I left Alison to walk with him, to my delight. I just found every word that poured out of his mouth so inspiring, so caring, I found it hard not to simply dive into his muscly arms and make love to him in the street. "I live here," I told him at last, halting to a stop. "Oh, we live so close. I live there," he told, pointing towards a house only a few hundred yards away. "Come by any time, my mom would love to know I made a friend. Bye then, guys." "What do you mean, 'bye'?!" Alison practically screamed. "Kay, you're not going in, and Benjy, neither are you! It's the first day back at school and I'm getting some alcohol in me, which means you two better buckle in, because your coming to my party tonight!" "What - uh, I don't think I should," I told her. "No! Not again, Kay! You can't stay locked up in your bedroom all day. Have fun for once! Come on!" "What would we do?" "Who cares, as long as there's booze! I'm getting drunk tonight, boys, I tell you!" Alison sneered. Benjy smirked at me there, and I couldn't help but smirk back. "I'll go if you will, Kay," said Benjy. I couldn't help but to start playing with my sleeves, and Alison obviously knew that I liked him. She always knew that I was anxious when I played with my sleeves. "Ohh! Well, you aren't saying no. Now go and get changed, and I'll see you - both of you - outside my house in three hours, got it?" "Yeah," Benjy and I spoke in unison, before he grabbed my wrist and brought me in to hug him. It was a passionate hug, I tell you. I squeezed him ever so softly, rubbing my arms across his tensing shoulder blades. After he hugged Alison, he strutted, quite sexily, to his house. "You - you, GayKay, like him, don't you?" "What, no...," I tried to deny. "Don't lie to me, GayKay, I know it. Don't worry, I'm happy you found a bum-buddy. Three hours, my house - don't forget!" said Alison, before she left me too. I wasn't looking forward to Alison's party, not at all. Everyone knew what would happen. She would get drunk, sleep with another guy, take pictures of it, and then trash her house. I didn't want to be a part of it. In fact, the only reason I went was to see Benjy. Feel free to email me with comments, questions, etc @ esther_alexis_@hotmail.com - To find out what happens at Alison's party, read Chapter Two, should this be placed on the website and should I decide to continue the series (which I most definitely will!).