Date: Sun, 16 May 2004 00:34:30 -0400 From: Witty Writer Subject: Goodbye and Hello - Chapter One Foreward: Unlike many stories, this story is completely, 100% true. Everything in this story is totally unchanged, with the exception of names which have been changed for privacy. So without further babbling... enjoy it. Chapter I You know that age-old story of where the teachers falls in love with the student, or the student falls in love with the teacher? That story where both know that it will never work out and it's wrong, and yet, something compels either one of them, or both of them to give in to the urge, and break through that PC barrier that draws the line between a safe and healthy relationship and something that can be construed as wrong, immoral, or corrupt. Well, what if I told you I was a sucker and I fell for it; what if I told you I was a sucker and I was forced to give in to the urge? What if I was the one to try and break through that barrier and cross that line? What if I fell in love? It all started so suddenly. Never would I think that anything like this could EVER happen. You see, where I come from, I'm not popular. Well, no, let me rephrase that. I'm not "popular." There's a difference between the two. I'm very well respected, and I have a lot of friends, and a lot of good friends that are very close to me. A lot of people look up to me for a lot of reasons, no single reason similar to another. The thing is, though, that I'm not one of the cliched "popular" kids that have it all, and have millions of friends and a long line of girls just waiting to get at them. Well, actually, that last part is somewhat true. Sad to say, there's quite a list of girls I could have at the snap of a finger. That is, if I didn't like boys. I guess you can call me Trevor. Most people do, with the exception of a few close friends who call me Trev. I'd bore you with all the physical statistics about me, but you really don't want to know that I'm about 5'10", just barely 140lbs, brown hair, eyes that change color with what I'm wearing (yes, it's true, but mostly they're green), and... well... I guess an ok build, though I often wish it could be a lot better. Basically, I'm a dork. Well, not your typical dork. I'm a dork just because I enjoy one thing way too much to the point where I become engrossed in it and end up blabbering all about it to someone who probably doesn't care... You see, I'm in love with music. But I'm getting off topic, and all that doesn't matter. What matters, is him. Well, not him, but HIM. You see, I have some friends who have come to look up to me for guidance when they came out, and looked up to me for someone to talk to about anything since they find it amazing how ok I am with who I am and amazing how everyone respects me for that. One of my teachers has actually confronted me about this, and quite respectably said to me one day after hearing my friends pick on me (like they always do out of fun) for being gay, and associating that with being feminine, and said "You know what's best about you? It's that you don't let that get to you. I'd have killed someone if that were me. But you don't let it get to you. That's awesome." So anyways, these friends; they look up to me and respect me. They always know that if they have a problem chances are I can help them out. But what was different is that this time, he went to one of them, because he didn't know me. Not just any he, this is the big he. He, as in HIM. He's a junior, and I'm a senior. Age difference, I know, but who cares? It's not a big one, and I'm ok with it, because why shouldn't I be? The thing is, he's gorgeous. And he's "popular." And he's gay. It's crazy because he didn't even come to me. He got a friend's screenname through a chain of people just to find someone to talk to, and possibly hook up with. Myself, I don't agree with the whole "hooking up" scene (I find it morally and ethically disgusting), but he was different. He stopped. My friend gave him my screenname and... he stopped. We talked. And that's when it happened. I, the teacher, fell in love with him, the student. Everything that I'd done to protect myself from love for the past 18 years of my life suddenly dissolved. It was crazy, because I kept saying to my heart "Don't let me fall in love! Screw the happy ending, it's too much work defending the fortress I have made around my heart!" And I did. I've protected myself from the pain we all know love can cause. This is a story of the teacher who fell in love with the student. The student, barely 5'8", brown hair and the most enchanting hazel eyes ever seen by man, and a smile that could send chills through your soul, and set your heart ablaze with its simplicity and warmth. This is a story of love that never should have been, but love that always will be. This is a story of the boy down the street, who you never knew lived there until suddenly he became all that you ever wanted in this world. But most of all, this is a story that began with goodbye, and ended with hello. **************************************** So there you have it... the beginning of a [long] story... easily ten chapters left, probably more like fifteen though... All comments, good or bad, and all feedback good or bad are most welcome and in fact, the more you send, the faster I write for you... so send me e-mails at radames501@hotmail.com right now and I'll be very happy! That's all for now... :-)