Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 13:35:36 -0700 (PDT) From: Kelly Fedor Subject: His Life Part 3 His Life Part 3 By- Kelly Jean My day at school went by like a dream. I truly don't remember any my classes. I saw Julie at lunch, the one place I never see her. Before I knew it I was at home again. I walked into my home to see my father. Ah yes, the surprise. He was holding a video tape. I wasn't sure what was on it and before I could find out I discoverd myself in my bed with my blankets wrapped around me. I had dreamt it all. I was waking up to a Friday morning and my alarm clock yelling at me. I had yet to see my father or go to school. There wasn't a "surprise" after all waiting for me. You can't imagine how relived I was. But now I did have to get up and go downstairs for breakfast. When I got down there it was me, myself and I. No father or mother. I ate quietly. Part of me was actually scared my dream would come true and Daddy would appear hostile as ever. Before I knew it I found myself in 1st hour; English class. Our homework had been to write an essay about hate. I wrote my feelings about predjudice and how much I disliked the way some people are treated. I used Mathew Shepard as my prime example. Poor kid. I met him online once. He was pretty cool. During lunch I ate with Jake. The entire time he was very apologetic for what happened the other night. I told him it was fine and "my mom should have knocked and I wish she would lose her key. She doesn't trust me or something." "I'm really sorry again. I feel like I messed up everything before it got started. Sorry, I'm just a horny bastard at times and I had the urge to get down and dirty with a virgin. You know what? I did fuck everything up," something wasn't right in the way he was speaking. "No, you didn't! Don't say that! Okay, so maybe it went by like a dream...that out of nowhere we made out-" He smiled at me, "Tony, we did more then make out." "Okay, okay, but it happened and it was, well, rather nice. Let's just deal with it." Jake touched his hair then smiled at me, "Do you wanna catch a movie this evening or something?" "Sure." That evening... I got home from school, alone this time, and made myself a snack. No one was home. In the back of my mind I was getting more and more nervous about the way my father would act next time we saw each other. 7:00 I met Jake at the movies. His mom gave him a lift. He was dressed in one of his all so lovely thin t-shirts. This one being blue. He had on tight black pants and a large smile on his face. Right then and there I had a sudden urge to kiss and hold him, but contained myself with just a light hug. That of course created a crowd of people making odd glances at us. I was never the type of person who enjoyed being called a fag...Jake on the other hand didn't care. He almost liked the critism. Before the movie we bought our own tickets, then we totally passed the popcorn and candy. We sat down in the middle of the large theater. It was rather packed. Halfway through the movie Jake took my hand in his. I felt so much comfort and securtiy with this small embrace. It also made me very happy. So no...we didn't screw around in the theater. Did I want to? Hell yeah! I liked it the other day! I just don't wanna do that in public. I ended up driving us back to his house. No one was home but his sister, Anne. But, it being 10:30 and her being nine she was already asleep. He had yet to let go of my hand since we reached his home. He had given me the entire tour. The last place we went to was the pool. "Do you want to go swimming? The water is really nice," he smiled. "I would, but my trunks are at home." "That's okay." Here it comes, I thought, we're going skinny dipping and someone is going to catch us. We're doomed. "I have an extra pair." "Oh..okay," I followed him into the house and changed. We met back in the pool a few minutes later. He was already in, soaked from head to foot. I jumped in and swam over to him. Playfully he asked me to race him, which I did and by far lost. We also talked about the movie for a few minutes sitting next to each other on the steps. Then, before I knew it he popped a long, sensual kiss on me, then dove into the water. He came back up with a smile on his face and motioned me to come over to him. When I reached him he wrapped his arms and legs around me. I could feel him pulling himself against me tightly. His hands were running through my hair ever so gently. I loved every minute of it until he began crying. "What's wrong?" I asked hearing him against my cheek. "I have something really bad to tell you. You're going to hate me when I break the news." Before he or I could say a word the lights in his house came on. Moments later his parents came out and greeted us. Jake pushed his tears aside and immediently swam away from me over to the side of the pool. He introduced me as a friend from school. We all talked for a few minutes, then it was just Jake and I sitting on the steps again. "You're parents don't know you're gay?" "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, Tony." "What? You can tell me." He sighed, "First, I want us to be boyfriends in a serious relationship. I like you so much already, you have no idea. I just have so much fun with you, and you're so easy to talk to." "Okay. I feel the same way." "Next up, I'm not gay. I'm bi. I've dated a lot of girls. I'm sorry, I should have told you." I looked into his eyes, "Oh, um, that's okay. It happens," IT HAPPENS? What the hell kind of a thing was that to say? I was truly speechless. The thought of him touching a girl made me sick. "And finally, I've obviously had sex before. I love it so much as I'm sure you can tell. I pretty much live for it. After my first time I was hooked, but I normally I don't fuck people I care about. I normally just go to clubs and lick someone's balls for the hell of it." In my mind I thought it wasn't just balls he was licking. "Tony, I know you're about to hate me, but I have a big problem. I have AIDS. I got the fucking disease after making love to my first girlfriend. Ah, I wish I could have stopped myself the other night from making love to you, but I couldn't. I'm sorry. I'm killing myself, maybe a dozen other people and now you. Jesus, I'm sorry." My heart stopped. My mom had said, "At least you can't get pregnant." This was a hell of a lot worse, "Well, maybe I didn't get it. We only went all the way once. Right? You never know." "It only takes one time! I'm so sorry." A left not long after. I kept telling Jake it would be okay. My heart was telling me otherise. Inside I was so scared I was dieing. I was also scared for Jake's health. Though, more then anything I still wanted to date him. I got home to find my mom and dad asleep. I immediently went to sleep myself. Saturday I would be forced to talk with my father, take his rath, and continue to wonder what the status of my health was. What a day it had been. Send comments to: NPGTwist@yahoo.com Thanxs!