Date: Mon, 9 Aug 1999 23:38:22 EDT
From: boysRus@guyofyourdreams.com
Subject: Crush

Hi. Yes, if you will read this story you will see the boy has similarities
to the one in "Freshman Fantasy." Yeah, its the same boy with yet another
fake name.

I tend to base my stories as fantasies about certain boys. I just change
their names and the names of the school etc. Damn I wish this kid was
gay...I don't even know if he is.

Anyway, I do hope you enjoy this story. I LIKE writing it =)

-boysRus

The story that follows is completely fiction and is based entirely on
the author's fantasy and imagination. This story also deals with sexual
situations between two consenting high-school boys. If this offends you
or if you are not of a legal age in you area then please do not
continue reading. If you do, it is not the responsibility of the author
or the publishing authority of any consequences that may arise.

Imagine that everything I write in this story will come true.


"Crush" Part 1
By boysRus@guyofyourdreams.com

I

It was the first day of school and I couldn't be happier! For the past
three years I had attended St. Francis High in New York City. I walked
the halls and survived the classes and, by God, I even passed
chemistry! I couldn't wait to set foot in the place again. You may
wonder exactly which hallucinogen I was on but I disagree. I was
completely drug free and my mental capacities were as good as any other
senior's. Then why was I happy that vacation was over, you say? Because
I couldn't wait to go into school and see all the new faces of the
incoming freshmen (it is an all boys school so I would be able to feast
on 200+ incoming beautiful boys). But there was something even more
exciting than seeing the unsure, cute faces of freshmen entering the
St. Francis halls for the first time ever, and that was seeing Michael
Kalloway again.

For the past year I had had a huge crush on Michael Kalloway, the cute,
blonde beauty that had captured my heart from the moment I saw him on
the first day of school last year. Michael stood about 5'3" and was a
little on the thin side of guys his age. He was quite athletic and had
played many of the less physical sports such as track and tennis. He
also had beautiful blonde hair. And by that I mean it was gorgeous! He
would split it down the middle and it had a way of dangling but it
seemed as if he never had a bad-hair day even though it didn't look
like a drop of gel had ever touched his pretty head. His face was, to
say the least, gorgeous. Overall he was just the most beautiful human
being that I had ever laid eyes on and he kept me dreaming about him
for a full year.

Why was I dreaming and not living the reality, you ask? There were many
reasons. The first and foremost reason was the structure of the
school's class system. Juniors and freshmen had very few opportunities
to get aquainted. They rarely were in the same classes and did not
share the same lunch period. The second reason that I had not been able
to live my dreams was the fact that I had no way of determining if
Michael shared my love for boys. I had never quite possessed the
"magical" skill that allowed others to simply "know" when a certain
person was gay. "Gaydar," as some of the gay people online would refer
to it, was not in my repertoire. The final reason that I had not been
able to at least become friends with Michael was that I was stupid:
plain and simple. The incident I am referring to occurred at about the
first couple of days of school.

I had been hanging around my locker on the third floor of the building
that day when who do I see walking near me but Michael Kalloway
himself. The angel proceeds to occupy a locker relatively close to me.
I thanked the designer of the alphabetical locker system many times
that year, even though I had no idea how my name, Skrzypak, and his
name, Kalloway, were alphabetically related. However, I had an upper
locker (being an upperclassman) and he had a lower locker about seven
or so spaces away to the left. I was sitting on the bench near those
lockers conversing with a character whom I do not remember when I
seized the opportunity and spoke to the angel. After brief small talk I
asked him who his biology teacher was. Upon learning that it was Mrs.
Duvaine, my old bio teacher, I advised him to join the Fish Club just
because I felt like being nice to a cute boy. Members of the Fish Club
get an extra 100/100 as if they had aced an extra test in Mrs.
Duvaine's class.

There are a few times in everyone's life where you wish you could just
go back in time and beat the living crud out of yourself. This was one
of those times. Instead of joining Fish Club with him and having a good
chance to get to know him better, the thought did not enter my mind
until it was later in the year and too late to salvage what I had lost.
Fish Club requires little participation, especially with upperclassmen.
I would merely be responsible for feeding fish. It was a joke of an
activity that mainly served as the place where one could do, or copy,
homework that was due the same day. It also would later serve as a
gathering place for Michael Kalloway and some of his freshmen
acquaintances who would play Magic: The Gathering. Throughout my junior
year I would try to get to know Michael but it would never work out the
right way. I had no straight reason to talk to him and every time I had
a good chance to speak to him something would go wrong. The closest I
ever got to getting to know him was before homeroom when we had a small
conversation that was initiated by the headmaster of the school. We
were actually getting along quite well until the bell, that
contemptible Stone-Age piece of machinery, rang to tell us we had four
minutes to get to homeroom. After that nothing quite worked for me. So
I observed Michael from afar. I would constantly walk the halls keeping
an eye out for a glance or sighting of him. I had watched him and every
move he had made, every gesture he had chosen to perform. Everything he
did seemed so perfect, so flawless. In the process I became obsessively
infatuated with him. I had even thought of a plot to tell him my
feelings: I would slip in a note telling him I thought he was cute and
tell him to respond by slipping a note in an empty locker. The problem
is was that he would be freaked out. I mean, even I would be freaked
out if I got a note like that under those circumstances and I was gay!
There was a small possibility that Michael was gay and I wanted to know
so badly. The bottom line was that I had lived a miserable junior year
because of want and I was determined to find out if Michael was gay
and, if he was, I was going to give it my best shot to get him.

I wasn't too bad myself. I stood about 6 feet tall and weighed in at
169 pounds. I had very dark blonde hair that I was trying to turn into
a mushroom cut and I had blue eyes. I was constantly called "hot" and
"fine" by other guys whom I had sent my picture to online but I had
never received such praise from a guy in person. I had decided that
that would come to an end. I was an incredibly lonely person and I
could not take much more of that as it made me quite depressed every
now and then. I was determined to find a boyfriend in my school since
my attempts to find one online had failed miserably. Online guys from
NYC always seemed to have something wrong with them. The most common
fault was that they were not my type look-wise. They were usually too
old for me (I liked guy 2-3 years younger than myself at least) and
even if they seemed to look good then they would end up to be the type
of guy that only cares about sex. I had decided to acquire a new flirty
and slightly hyper personality to conflict with my normally shy and
tacit attitude around new people. I intended to practice and use my new
personality to get me a boyfriend in my school. These were my plans
going into senior year.

I went to my bathroom and began to wash up for the start of the day. I made sure
that I brushed my teeth well and combed my hair the right way. I didn't want
anything to go wrong on the first day back. I even put on a tiny bit of cologne,
which I rarely did. After washing I went to my room and got dressed for school.
St. Francis had a summer dress code that allowed students to wear polo-type
shirts during the months of May, June, and September. They were a big plus over
the normal dress code of shirt, tie, dress pants etc. These shirts were looser
and more fashionable and didn't exactly choke you near the neck so they allowed
me to view the neck areas of the cute boys.

After dressing I got my almost-empty bookbag and went downstairs. Nobody was
awake yet. I woke up at 6:00 which was on average an hour early than I would
normally get up for school. Yes, I was THAT desperate to see cute guys. I
couldn't wait to try my luck and play the game of trying to figure out which, if
any, guys are gay.

I exited the house (I rarely ate breakfast) and was on my way to school. I had
decided to take the long way to school (which would give me a possibility of
seeing cute freshmen on the train.) The longer way included taking two trains to
school, one of them being the popular "F" train. The shorter way was about 15
minutes faster but required me to walk by Automotive High School, which was not
the friendliest of places, to the "L" train which would take me directly into
Manhattan.

I was lucky and got both trains quickly and made it to school very early. As a
matter of fact I had arrived about an hour too early and the school was closed.
This I had not anticipated at all but I was lucky to have a few bucks so I went
over to the Dunkin Donuts and killed some time. I returned by the school to find
some of the guys I knew. We conversed the normal bull about what we did during
the summer and how dreadful it was that school began. As we talked more people
began arriving. I dreaded the fact that today was only senior orientation in the
morning and I would have to wait till 11:00 to have any chance of talking to the
much cuter sophomores.

Eventually the area in front of the school began filling up so they decided to
let us into the school early and told us to go into the auditorium. The opening-
year speech started late and took a long time. The normal stuff about
"Excellence," "Discipline," and being "Men For Others" was talked about. I had
heard almost the exact same speech three times beforehand and was not amused by
having it stuffed down my throat again.

After the annoying speech they finally gave us our homerooms. I was delighted to
learn that, for the first time since freshman year, I would have a homeroom I
would be satisfied with. The great majority of the people in my homeroom were
guys I knew and got along with. There were very few guys that I didn't know well
and only one guy I would consider an asshole. Throughout the rest of the day I
talked with my friends in my homeroom, bought the books and packed them into my
locker.

By the time I was done with all of that it was 10:40. But I had no intention of
leaving. I hung around the school talking to all of my friends and tried to
ignore the fact that I should be headed home now. Then one of my friends
suggested McDonald's and I thought it was a good idea since it would give me
something to do as Michael Kalloway and the sophomores would be enduring their
speech.

We went to McDonalds and killed some time over there. I found it amazing how I
had spent all but $5 of my allowance in one day. After that I told my friends
that I had to go to Barnes and Noble to but a book and so that gave me an excuse
for not taking the train back home with them. Barnes and Noble my ass, I was
going back to school to try my luck.

I went back and began to snoop around in my locker area. It was located on the
first floor of the building and had all of the seniors occupying the top lockers
and the bottom ones were given to athletic sophomores and freshmen. I went in to
discover a wonderful sight: Michael Kalloway had a locker only two spots away
from mine. How the alphabet was always wonderfully twisted to give me a locker
next to him is beyond me but I was not complaining. I was thrilled that he was
there by himself (most of the sophs were scattered around and many had gone
home). I decided to make my move and went in and opened my locker.

"Glad to be back in school?" I blurted out.

"Yeah right." Michael responded.

"Oh it can't be so bad. I didn't do much this summer so I was bored. What did
you do?"

"I stayed around the city mostly."

"We had a big ass heat wave, how'd you make it through that?"

"I got 2 air conditioners and they were on the whole time."

I was happy, small talk was good and this was as far as I had gotten at all with
this kid.

"Well, at least a few things are going well for me today: I have a good
homeroom, a decent schedule, and finally, I don't have those assholes from last
year under me."

"You didn't like Kindra and those other kids?"

"Like them? I hated those kids! One of them was always arguing with the kid who
had the locker next to me and the fat bastard underneath would always eat cheesy
poofs and bitch about getting his turn in the locker. I should have taken that
bag of poofs and shoved it up his ass!"

That made Michael laugh. Now I had succeeded and it warmed my heart to see tat
beautiful boy laugh.

"Hey, I gotta hurry home now `cause my mom said she needs me around the house
today. I guess I'll see ya around the school." I said.

"Later."

I felt lie the king of the world. I had the awesome luck of having Michael two
lockers away from me and I had actually talked with him pretty well. Tomorrow
was officially the first day of school and I had a good start to the mission of
making Michael Kalloway my boyfriend. Now, if I could only figure out if he was
gay...

II

For the next week or so I saw Michael about once a day and we would basically
say hi to each other. I didn't get any other good opportunities until about a
week after talking to him for the first time by the lockers.

That day I had a free period during 3rd and I was going to study for a Spanish
quiz during this time when I walked into the school's library to see Michael
Kalloway sitting by himself apparently doing homework. I went over to where he
was sitting and sat down.

"Hey, whatcha doin'?" I asked.

"I have this due next period." He said.

"What is that, math?"

"Yeah."

"Who's your teacher?"

"Warrington."

Excellent, I thought. I myself had had Warrington teach me the past two years
and he was one of the easiest teachers to make fun of. This gave me a good
conversation and I spent the next twenty minutes making fun of Warrington's
toupee` and how he would always have to repeat the word "percent." Here was a
guy that was notorious for saying "Only 10% of you are listening to me." Or "99%
of the time when you divide the number by this..." ... you get the point.
However I was beginning to love that guy because he had just provided me a good
conversation with Michael where I made him laugh a couple of times.

After popping out all of the good Warrington jokes I knew I ended it before I
had a chance to kill the joke. Then I started talking to him jokingly about what
he thought of the school after going to it for a year. We small talked for a
little while when I realized that I had ten minutes to study for the Spanish
quiz. I had spent most of my free period talking to this cutie and I was in
danger of failing an important quiz. Also, I felt if I'd take my leave then I
would give out the aura that I was not obsessed with talking to a "lowly
sophomore" so I would still maintain that "wow" from Michael that "a senior is
talking to me." I told him that I had better go down to my locker to get books
for my next class.

"Wait up, I'll go with you." He said.

That surprised me. "I think I got this kid to like me...at least in some way." I
thought to myself. If my grades had to suffer in order for me to get this guy to
like me then so be it. I walked with Michael down to my locker and pretended
like I needed books for my next class (which was completely bull since I was
already packed.) Then, after talking some more, I told him I had better be going
to my next class. This was working pretty well!

III

Sometimes you have a time in your life where you are just bombed with good luck.
I was having one of these times now! Over the last two weeks I had actually
accomplished the goal of making Michael a slight friend. We said hi all the time
and had established a trend of always talking in the library on "F day" which
granted us both a 3rd period without class.

Besides that fact, the good thing about my luck now was that my friend Rob had
asked me if I wanted to go with him and a few other guys to the movies. I asked
Rob if I could bring along anybody else that was interested and he said sure so
I was going to figure out a way to ask Michael to go to the movies with us
despite the fact that probably none of his other friends were going. This would
be a thing that would make us obvious friends though.

I went into the library to find Michael sitting there as he had the week before
and so I sat down and said hi. This time I didn't have anything to study for but
I did have homework for tomorrow I could half-heartedly do as I talked to
Michael.

We talked a little about some of the movies that we saw over the summer et
cetera. Then I found a smooth way of bringing out:

"Hey, speaking of movies, this other kid from here wants me to come with him and
some other guys to see a movie tomorrow. It's Friday so I figure I'll go with
them. I don't want to just go with them though. Do you wanna come along?"

I was hopeful as I awaited the response.

"Are you sure it's okay with all of them?"

"Oh sure, Rob told me to get some guys."

"Then I think I may be able to go. Where are we going?"

"I haven't gone with that bunch yet but they tend to go to the cheaper theaters
in Queens so money shouldn't be a problem."

"What are we going to see?"

"I'm not sure because they have two movies they want to see and are still
debating."

Then I told him about the two movies and he seemed to show preference for one of
them so I told him we're probably going to see that one. After the bell rang I
headed off to my next class which, thankfully, had my friend Rob in it so I
could convince him to see the movie Michael wanted to see so Michael would be
more comfortable around a bunch of seniors.

IV

The movies were great that Friday. We went to see a scary movie and Michael sat
next to me and acted so cute and once he even leaned over towards me during a
scary part. Once we even started joking around.

"I'm scared Pat."

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here I won't let anything happen to you."

Then we giggled. It was great to be with this kid; he drove me crazy. We hit it
off the next week. Michael and I were becoming better and better friends and it
was all working out great. I had even started walking with him to Union Square
as he would need to take a 1 or 9 train to get home and I pretended that I
wouldn't miss a beat by taking the "L" one stop further away in walking distance
than I needed to. Friday came and I was going to ask Michael to come over. I
asked him but he said that he was busy that day. He did tell me that he could
come over Saturday if I wanted him too. I said sure and told him to bring his
Magic: The Gathering cards so he could teach me how to play. I was really
nervous but I had set up a whole buncha ideas on what we could possibly do. This
had to work out. I couldn't just sit back and blow this opportunity. I told him
how to get near my house and said that I'd be there to pick him up from the
train station and show him where I lived.

I was frankly shocked that Michael was coming over on Saturday but I was happy
and nervous like crazy. This was a real good chance to make that cutie a real
close friend. Something made me feel that something important was going to
happen on Saturday...

<END OF PART 1>

Part 2 should follow shortly. If you have any comments about this story then
please mail them to me at boysRus@guyofyourdreams.com