Vanessa/Jake Straight/Gay

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Well, it had been a full week since I had posted my profile and still hadn't gotten a response. I know I didn't put up a picture, but was sure someone -- someone, somewhere would be interested in me. But so far, nothing. Oh well I thought. `No one will want to go out with me anyway because I'm not out yet.'

My football suspension was over so I was back as the starting quarterback, now with only three games remaining before the playoffs. The Mammoths had to win out to have a chance at making the playoffs. But I know I am ready for the challenge. However, it was five days before homecoming and I still don't have a date. My dad had been pressuring me to ask Vanessa out but I had been putting it off. It would make my life easier if he would know I'm not attracted to her, but at the same time; a living hell. I guess I could go out with a girl for this one night; give my parents something pleasant to remember me by. Then one day, come home with a boyfriend.

I pulled out our school directory and started to dial her number when I heard a knock on my door.

Oh fuck, had I done it again? But without missing a beat, "Yeah, working on the conclusion right now." Mental note: `Close the windows before letting anyone come into my room!!!!'

"Well, you know I've been dating Karen for a few months now and she wants to go to the dance this weekend."

"Mikey, you know I don't either. My hips don't move like that. I throw a football. You said it yourself, you're just like me."

I felt bad for him. He really liked Karen and they got along great. They had actually been friends for years and I had urged him to ask her out because they were hanging out and doing things just like a couple would anyway. I got out of my chair and sat down next to him.

Mike thought for a moment. "Andy, I don't know." He jumped up off the bed. "I just know that when we hang out, I never stop smiling. Dude, just thinking about her right now gets me excited."

I stood up right next to him and put my hand on his shoulders and looked him straight into the eyes, "Then there is no problem. You're going to the dance with her this weekend and you're going to have a great time."

"Yeah, you're right; just like always." Then he took his hands and put them on my shoulders, "Now, what are you going to do about you?"

"Haha. Yeah, thanks man, but I'm calling Vanessa right now. Don't worry about me."

I took my hands off his shoulders and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tight. That was the first time in forever that we have hugged. "Mikey, anytime you need anything, I'll always be here for you."

He left and shut the door and I again was left with every gay boy's dilemma. Asking a girl out to cover my gayness. This sucked. A night I should enjoy with someone I really love and I can't do that.

Okay, so that sucked big time. Hell, I didn't even like girls, how can that be so hard? It's not like I'm looking for anything from her. Just someone to be my straight date for a ritual I hate because it makes me be something I am not. This world just pisses me off sometimes.

I decided I needed to talk with someone about everything. It's not like I was having a bad day, I just wanted to clear my head a bit. Kind of like that Seinfeld episode when George stops having sex and he gets smarter and when Elaine does the same thing, she gets dumber. Well, okay, so it's not exactly like that. I have never had sex so I can't use it word for word. But I certainly haven't stopped jacking off. If anything, going to these gay websites makes me jack off more now than ever.

Express958: Oh, nothing much. Looking for a date and working on plays for this week's game. What are you up to?

Qbstud9: Everything but the date part. Kelly would kill me if I was looking for a date.

Express958: hehe! Nice game this weekend. 400 yards and five touchdown passes?! Not bad for a horrible quarterback.

Express958: Nah, its okay. I just wish people would understand why I got into that fight.

Express958: Not really -- it's over and done with. I stood up for gay people, that's what I was doing. Let's just leave it at that, k?

Qbstud9: No problem man. I probably don't need to say it, but anytime you need to talk, I'm here for ya man. I mean, I can't really understand all that you're going through, but I can listen and do my best, k?

Express958: Thanks man. That's actually why I signed on because I needed to talk with someone.

Express958: I feel like shit doing this. Hell, I'm nervous. Vanessa is supposed to call me back. I mean, I know she'll say yes because her friends said she wanted to go with me. But, I don't like her that way.

Qbstud9: Hey, don't worry about that. I mean, I know you want to have fun and it would help to have your date be a guy, but you just can't do that right now. I understand. It's the way it has to be until you're ready to be out man. Trust me, I know someone else who is going through this same thing.

Express958: Nah, its okay. Not like I could even meet a gay guy anyway. But I'm trying. I posted a profile up hoping to have at least someone email me back, but no one has!

Express958: No -- can't risk that. Everyone knows who I am around here. That would totally suck.

Qbstud9: Yeah, I understand that. Where'd you post it at? Like, is it a popular place?

Express958: Yeah, it's a huge site. Not sure if you've ever heard of it, xy.com. Great place!

Express958: Yeah, I suppose. But, I'm not really -- but that's not important here. It is "lonely & seeking luv"

Express958: Thanks. A boyfriend would be nice though. And I guess a date for this weekend. If I don't have one, people will start to talk.

Qbstud9: Don't worry about it man. Everything will work out. You always have me, remember that.

Express958: Yeah -- thanks again. Hey, I gotta go though. Thanks for talking as always. I owe you lunch sometime.

Qbstud9: Andy, you don't owe me anything, but it would be my honor. Have a good night and good luck.

It was dinner time and I needed to spend some time with the family, since I guess, I am their son or something. Yeah, just a little sarcastic. Mainly because they love the son they dreamed, not the one they have. Someday they will understand all the pain I have lived with inside for all these years. But for now, I have to deal with it and live the life they have imagined.

"Studying the Jackrabbits I presume?" my dad asked. He can be a total ass sometimes. He's always on me to make sure I'm doing my job as quarterback. Sometimes I wonder if he cares about me at all and how much he does actually love me has to do with football. Whatever.

"Yeah, we'll be ready," I said back not looking up from my plate of the traditional all-American dinner: meat, corn & potatoes.

We had been eating in silence for a few minutes when my dad again decided to go on the offensive with me. "So, have a date for Friday yet Andy?"

"No, I've decided to go with mom," I said sarcastically. He did not get it as he looked scornfully at me. "I'm working on it dad, don't worry."

"Well, what have you been waiting for? It's not like you didn't know the dance was coming. You're the star quarterback for crying out loud."

I think my mother could see I was getting frustrated. "Honey, don't worry about it. When Andy has something to tell us, he'll tell us."

I gave my mom a `thank-you' look and finished with dinner. Just as I was finishing my third glass of milk the phone rang -- my stomach sank to the pit of my insides. It's kind of like that feeling you get when you have that first drop on a roller-coaster. I hate that part and yet I love it at the same time. That's a great rush -- this one felt like shit.

I started to walk to my room so I wouldn't have to do this in front of everyone.

I paused trying to think of a clever answer, but none came to mind. "Oh, it was nothing special. It was nice being back on the team after the last week."

There was a definite awkward pause and then I just decided to take the plunge. "Anyway, the reason I called was because I still don't have a date for the dance this Friday and was wondering if you'd want to go with me?"

I waited -- waited. This was killer. "Yeah! That'd be cool Andy. What do you say we talk after 2^nd period tomorrow and work out all the details?"

We talked the next morning and worked out all the details: times, colors, dinner, etc. You know -- all the girly stuff that I could care less about. I may be gay, but I'm not that gay. No offense to those who are -- that's who you are, and this is me. Straight-up. Hehe. Okay, not straight-up, lets say, gay-up.

Practices were going well and I was ready to get back to the field. Before I was suspended, I wasn't having any fun. Football had become a chore. Now, it wasn't. At home it was, but now, while I was on the field, I felt at home. Granted, most of them seemed to be just like my dad, but I was trying to take in all the moments and the fun times. Someday, these guys wouldn't be able to be my teammates anymore. I wanted to win the championship this year -- that was my goal.

Well, Friday rolled around and everything was planned. There was something in the air. The excitement for the game for sure and probably a little for the dance and the alcohol consumption that would take place this whole weekend had everyone excited and busting at the seems. The entire school was dressed in our school colors and some even had face-paint. A senior painted his whole face maroon. What a crazy bastard, but everyone loved it. What a chick magnet.

The game went just as planned. The Jackrabbits did everything we thought they would and our team was flawless. In fact, my performance rivaled Neal's from a week before. I threw for 355 yards but had six touchdowns, but I ran for one of them. The crowd was going crazy and I took it all in. Two more to go until the playoffs. We were on the right track that's for sure!

I made it out of the locker room in decent time and all us players agreed to do something special at the dance. I went home to get changed and go pick up Vanessa, my wonderful date. She had been a basket-case all week. Calling me every night to update me on the latest details. It's like we were already married. Damn -- no wonder I'm gay.

I was getting dressed quickly, but as was becoming habit, I felt the urge to check my email. This time was different from all the others. This time, I had one! My heart about stopped.

Hey man! I've never actually replied to one of these, so I hope you feel lucky! I was just surfing around the other day and found your profile and you sound really interesting. I've actually wanted to email you for like four days but only now worked up the guts to do so.

Just a little bit about me. I'm only 15 and a freshman in high school. I also play football, but just freshman right now. We have enough good quarterbacks at my school. I also like to play baseball, volleyball, ping-pong, darts and I swim on occasion. I'm not good at it though -- but I don't sink. That's always the goal though, right?

Um, what else? I'm about 5-7, but I'm still young right? 140 pounds with green eyes and blondish/brownish hair.

Well, I think that's all I can say, but I wanted to say hi and hopefully you'll want to say hi back.

Damnit -- I don't even have time to write back and I'm already late to picking Vanessa up!

Summary: Wow -- I wrote this thing in one day! That will probably never happen again in the history of this story. Well, it's taken seven chapters, a fight, and a close suicide for Andy to find his first gay friend. Let's see how he handles this one. Seriously, how many times can he have gay stuff on his computer before his brother begins to wonder? Is he wondering already? Will Andy be able to focus at the dance on this girl and hide his gayness? And who is this Jake? Seriously?!?! And how much more can Andy take of his dad?

Personal Note: I'm sorry to those who have written me and I haven't written back. Please know that I do read them all and I thank you so much for your comments. They keep me writing. There are now five chapters remaining in this season and all will come out before the end of the year. The next few days are going to be crazy with class meetings, presentations, a day trip to Chicago, family visiting, and a thanksgiving on Sunday. Not to mention a new, but recurring injury (pinched nerve) that is limiting my life right now. So, Chapter 8 is scheduled for release sometime around November 26. That gives me some time to get it done over the next few days. As always, thanks for reading!

Feel free to email me at andygaywriter@yahoo.com and I'm doing my best to reply as quickly as I can...but know that I do read EVERY email that is sent to me and I take them all to heart. I love you guys!