Date: Sat, 30 Oct 2004 23:01:16 EDT
From: SeasonsDark@aol.com
Subject: Cameron and Me Part 1

If you are under the legal are in your area (18 or 21), leave now. Do not
come back until you are that age. If male on male action offends you,
leave.  You have been warned.


"Hey, everybody!" shouted Ms. Rubins, our school's local mad
scientist-slash-Physics guru. "We have a new student. His name is Cameron
Flyte, he's from Buffalo, New York, and he's a senior." Cameron handed her
a piece of paper. "And the powers that be have assigned Drew Nichols to be
Cameron's guide of East Jasmine High School. Drew, stand and take a bow."

I stood, blushing, as Cameron walked over to me, and sat on the lab stool
beside me. He leaned over to me, and smiled. "I think we're going to be
stuck together for a day or two. I mean," he added hastily. "I mean, it'll
take me a while to get my bearings at a new school."

I nodded. "It's okay. I remember when I was a freshman... I mean, this
school has over 1800 students in it."

"Yeah," he replied, a bit uneasily. "My last school had around 600 or so."

"It's o--" I began to reply as the bell rang. I immediantly jumped up and
headed out the door.

"God, that bell is loud," whispered a soft male voice beside of me. I
turned to it, and realized I left Cameron in the dust.

"I swear, students in this school respond to that bell like Pavlov's dog."
He grinned, obviously have taken Phsycology somewhere. "Mr. Rodrick said is
was to make sure students didn't stay asleep when they dozed off in class."

"Mr. Rodwick...?" Cameron questioned.

"Rodrick. The basketball coach posing as a gym teacher, if you know what I
mean."

"I do," he replied. "I think that Phys. Ed. Is my next class, anyway."

"Mine, too!" I exclaimed, as an idea came to me. "Let me see your
schedule." As I looked over his paper, I realized that we both had the same
classes.

"Probably why you're my guide," commented Cameron.

"Ah, can we stop at my locker, Cameron?" I questioned.

"Sure. I mean, you're my guide."

I motioned Cameron to the left side of the hallway. Popping my lock, I
simultaneously threw in my Physics book and grabbed my gym bag. I quickly
checked my hair in the locker mirror, thinking I should've put gel, mousse,
something in my hair as I left the house this morning.

"You know, Ms. Rubins said something about me finding a locker buddy,"
Cameron mentioned.

"Say no more. If you give me a second, you can move into mine right now," I
replied, yanking things from half of the locker, and shifting them to thr
other partition. My portable CD player and a few discs dropped from the
topmost area of my locker, and Cameron bent over to pick them up.

"Diana Ross? The Village People?" he questioned, turning my CDs in his
hands.

"Yeah. I listen to them," I replied, quietly.

"Cool," he retorted in the same tone. "We need to hurry or we'll be late."

I kind of laughed. "Rodrick lets us sign in whenever we want to," I
commented. "I mean, half the guys shower first, play, then shower, again.

"Shower," he replied, looking a bit sick.

"Yeah, but it's stalls, not some sort of big open room," I replied.

"Drew, let's go on," he said, quietly.

A few moments later, after walking in semi-silence, we came to the big
double-doors in the hallway. "Here we are. Come on in."

As we entered the boy's locker room, we encountered several boys in various
stages of undress. For some reason, Cameron grabbed my hand. I didn't say
anything, but I did feel a relief inside. I was hoping he was a little bit
bisexual. I took his hand, and pulled him into a secluded area. You can
change in here.  He looked at me, a strange look on his face. "With you
here?"

"Yeah," I replied.

He smiled, and took off his shirt...


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Drew and Cameron.

Part Two up before next Sunday.