Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2006 18:46:59 -0800 (PST) From: mikeroboto@yahoo.com Subject: A Heartbeat Skip Relationship The following is a completely fictitious story containing homosexual activities. If that perturbs you, this is not the story for you. If you are too young to read this, then you should refrain from doing so. Normally people put something witty at the end, but I'm a little dry on wit, so...enjoy! A Heartbeat Skip Relationship Chapter I-Collide I hate high school. No, really, I do. I'm not being sarcastic, and I'm not overplaying it like most people do. See, I'm in a rather tough predicament. I'm not one of those "Emo" kids, and I'm not exactly unknown around school. Football is basically my life and my friends are great people. The thing I hate about high school is how hierarchal and completely shallow it is. You don't go to high school looking for the person you'll love forever. And most definitely, you do not fall in love with your best friend. Especially when he's God's personally wrapped and delivered gift to all the school. -I- A harsh wind blue past me, seeming like it warped right through me. Shivering, I pulled my orange and green team hoodie closer to me. Sadly, I was on my way to swim practice dressed idiotically in a hoodie, blue jeans, and a pair of flip flops. My friend Jay (short for Jessica) tells me that white people are just stupid to wear flip flops all year. It was times like these where I agreed with her. "Adams, what's the problem? Hustle up!" my coach bellowed my last name. Without replying in any manner, I began to jog, fighting the wind that pushed against me. My sandy blond hair flew back, pushing the hood back instantaneously. "Sorry coach," I offered my apology. "Get changed and get ready for some dry land," he said. Not sure why, but a lot of people have no clue what dry land practice is. For us, dry land was a 2 mile jog, we'd return to the pool where we'd do freestyle kicks six inches from the ground on our backs. We'd do 6 sets, each 30 seconds, and then we'd do kick-backs, laying on your back and kicking up 90 degrees. I headed inside the building that housed the locker room that they had sense enough to put inside, welcoming the warmth of the heat that now surrounded my body. "Gabby! What it is, ho?" Jay greeted me, slapping my ass for emphasis. "Howdy," I replied, my voice gravelly. "So, ready for another fun day of swim practice?" she asked as we walked to the actual locker rooms. "Always," I laughed, our paths splitting as she walked to the girls side and I to the boys. "There he is! Star athlete of the year!" Jeff pointed out. I rolled my eyes. "We all know that spot's reserved for Hunter." "Not this year, Gabe, you got this one," another offered. "I don't really mind, seriously guys. Besides, we all know football gets the most attention around here," I mentioned, pulling off my hoodie and managing to get my head stuck. A friendly tug from an anonymous person helped me sort myself. "Thanks," I said, muffled as I pulled it completely off. "No prob," he said as he walked away. He was new. He had to be. I'd never seen him before. "Hey, I don't mean to sound stupid or anything, but are you new?" I asked. He smirked, "Yeah." "Oh, sweet dude. Name's Gabriel, Gabriel Adams," I said, offering him a hand. He looked skeptical at first, then took the peace offering. I have to admit, he was stunning. His hair was short and spiky, the color of oak, and his eyes weren't anything special aside from the fact that they looked like someone slammed emeralds into his eye sockets. "Bradley, Bradley Adams," he said, his smirk still existent. "Two Adams? Great," Jeff moaned, "How am I supposed to keep up with two of them?" "Hey! Y'all ready yet?!" coach yelled in to the room. Quickly, I began to undress, completely forgetting Bradley for the moment. That is, until he began to undress as well. Slowly, my eyes wandered toward his body. He didn't have the body of most swimmers. He was huge. I mean, I'd seen bigger, but this guy looked like he belonged on the football team. "You'd think you'd never seen a swimmer who didn't look like a toothpick," he commented. I tripped over my jeans slightly and regained balance. "Hah, what're you talking about?" "Other than the fact that your eyes are practically embedded in my body, nothing." I laughed a convincing, mocking laugh. "Right." He shrugged and pointed at me, "You're not too bad yourself, Gabriel." I raised an eyebrow, "Gee, with the way your eyes were embedded in me, I was wondering if you'd notice." He laughed, that smirk still present on his face. "Right," he mimicked as he began to lower his boxers. I had to look away to refrain from staring. I knew I would. I busied myself with something in my locker, and pulled out my jammers. "See ya outside Gabriel," he said. I really shouldn't have told him my full name. "It's Gabe!" I hollered after him. "Good, cuz it's Brad!" he shouted back, the door shutting behind him. I couldn't help but grin, now alone in the locker room that was previously full, then just me and Brad. I pulled my swimming stuff on and got ready for a nice jog and normal day at swim practice. Hah...normal. Feedback appreciated: Mikeroboto@yahoo.com.