Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2004 15:15:19 -0400 From: Andrew Fowler Subject: In And Out 2 Hey everyone! Thanks for reading my story, this is the second installment-Chapter Two. Email me if you have any questions or comments afowler6789@hotmail.com In And Out Chapter Two I walked off Laura's front lawn with drunken thoughts in my head and a pack of Marlboro Reds in my pocket. I reached for my pocket and pulled out a lighter and a wrinkled cigarette, due to the pack being a soft pack, I nearly broke them every time I sat down. I flicked the plastic lighter, and inhaled the fresh smoke into my lungs and all my troubles faded for a brief instant. There I was, a drunken fifteen year old smoking a cigarette on my friend's front lawn, or so I thought she was my friend. What a way to start the summer vacation by getting drunk and falling into her misshapen web of seduction, I'm the one who should be pissed. I guess I need to quit smoking. I sat on the curb of the street watching children throw a football back and forth, and laughing hysterically every time the ball hit the ground a bounced randomly around due to it's shape. I missed being a child; I missed the innocence of it all. The past few years, including the one's where I was fifteen, I had been so confused. My sexuality never made things easier; it mostly made me wonder how my friends and family would react. The only people who knew were Annie, who was perfectly content with my lifestyle, and Laura, who obviously wasn't. I never was one of those boys who tried to deny being gay, I always knew I was different, I actually never knew what gay was until fourth grade, when Tim Burloft called me faggot, and I asked him what that was. I guess that's when I realized I was gay, I never tried to fight it, it wasn't my choice, but I never told anyone until I got older. All of these thoughts brought me somewhat sober, and I was able to concentrate more on what was happening around me. The kids throwing the ball, the cars zipping by, and then suddenly I noticed two feet standing in front of me as I looked up in shock. It wasn't Laura, coming to yell at me some more, I wasn't a child coming over to lecture me about smoking, no, it was a boy. His face features were hidden in the beams of the sunlight, but I could see that he was smiling; his pearly whites reflected the some more than anything. He stepped out of the sunlight and gave me a chance to get a better look at him, he was staring and smiling at me, I wonder if he knew I was drunk, people tend to play pranks on drunken people in this town. "Do you have an extra cigarette?" he asked me so gentle, so nicely, so happily. He had a face of an angel, a baby face you might say, dimpled cheeks, gorgeous green eyes, straight teeth, a lovely button nose that fit his face quite well. He had brown hair, cut like an army cut. He wore a yellow Corona shirt, and kinaki cargo shorts. He looked like something that just stepped right of a television set while a modeling competition was on. I just smiled at him before I answered. "Yeah, I've got another cigarette." I said as I reached into my pocket and pulled out another wrinkled one. "What happened to your smokes man?" he said glancing at mine in my fingers that was also creased all over. "Soft pack." I said simply, and that was enough for him to understand. He had a very deep and manly voice that sounded kind and very placid. Usually when I give someone a cigarette, they walk off, but he sat down next to me and smiled. I smiled back in a flirtatious way. I didn't want to seem too forward because if he was straight, then an obvious confrontation would start, because most straight boys found homosexuals completely disgusting. "Hi, I'm Cody." He said reaching a beautiful hand out to me. I shook it firmly but also clumsily. "I'm Gabe." I said and smiled, showing off my straight white teeth. I guess my teeth were the only thing straight about me, I though to myself. I started laughing as I held his hand and he let go a little freaked out. "What's so funny?" he said as he took my cigarette from my middle and index finger, and lit the tip of is with mine, and then gave it back to me. "Nothing, inside joke." I said to him now calming down a little. "You're drunk aren't you?" he said with entertained eyes. "How'd you know?" I asked confused. "Because you stink like alcohol, that's why." He said as he started to burst out laughing. That made me smile. We shared the same humor, thinking that not so funny things could be molded into something hilarious. "Oh shit. I guess I'm going to get my ass beat when I get home." It probably wouldn't be funny if I was sober, but whenever I'm drunk, even death could become funny somehow. "Well I think I might have the thing to help you out." He said as he pulled a backpack of from somewhere, I hadn't noticed that he had a backpack with him, as he unzipped a small compartment. He pulled out a small bottle of cologne for my fragrance, and mints for my breath. I needed to remind him later that I wasn't some kind of alcoholic, but the occasion for me getting wasted was the last day of school. He sprayed the cologne on me, and stuck he mint into my mouth barely brushing his fingers against my lips. I was doing all I could to hold myself back from kissing him. My `gaydare' was screaming at me that he was gay, but what did I know, my `gaydare' was probably all dysfunctional from the alcohol. "Thank you." I said passionately as I sucked on the fourth mint he had given me, licking my lips hoping that there was any residue of flavor from him as light brushing his fingers with my mouth. I breathed in deeply as my nostrils filled with a husky scent of male cologne; it turned me on think that Cody must have smelled like this as well. "You smell good." I said not even thinking as he looked at me with surprise. "I mean, this smells good." I said slowly not wanting to mess my words up again. "Thank you, you smell good too." He said enticingly taking a whiff of me from a foot or so distance. I smiled at him. We sat there smiling at each other for what seemed life hours, and then suddenly, the question came into his mouth. "I don't mean to offend you, but are you gay?" he asked me off guard, that I was shocked for a moment that he had asked the question that I was trying to figure out how to ask. I wasn't sure if he was asking me because he was straight and felt a gay vibe from me that made him uncomfortable, or if he was also gay, and was asking for his own personal interest. "Does it matter if I am?" I asked in a way not to seem too offended, or overjoyed. "Well yeah." He said like it was an obvious answer. I felt my stomach sink as he just said that it mattered to him if I was gay, which meant that he must be straight. "Oh, I see, I guess I should get going, thank you for the cologne and mints." I said I started to get up, but a wave of lightheadedness trembled down to my feet as I started to fall. He rose to his feet of the street curb and grasped me by my shoulders to stop me from falling. I looked into his dangerously blue eyes and he looked into mine. Happiness appeared in his face as he looked at me and started smiling. "I didn't ask you if you were gay because I was judging you, I was asking if you were gay because I thought you were cute, and I didn't want to come onto a straight guy. I wanted to know if you wanted to go out with me sometime." My heart filled with so much joy that I almost fell again from surprise and delight. It was me now who grasped onto him and I gave him a huge hug. I pulled him away from me as I leaned into his beautiful face to kiss him. I lips completely wrapped around his as he opened up his mouth to stick his tongue out to put into my mouth. Our tongue's massaged each other's as there was so much sexual suction from our kiss that we both separated from our kiss to breathe. "Wow!" I said in ecstasy as he looked at me and smiled. "I guess that's a yes?" he asked slyly but shyly/ "You bet my drunken ass it does!" I said with a huge smile as he started laughing, I loved his laugh. "Can I walk you home?" he said with amusement like he didn't want to separate with me. "Okay, what's the bag for?" I asked distracted by his book bag sitting on the curb. "Oh, I'm staying with my cousin Laura for the summer." He said as he looked at the house where Laura threw me out from. "Have you met her?" he asked. "Umm, yeah, I guess you could say that." I said as my smile faded into fear.