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It's a boys' life!
by Andrew van Ryan
Return of the Prince
staring with my mouth open. I felt as if I were frozen in place as
Dannys' eyes bore holes into me. It took all my strength just to speak,
and when I did, it was in a near whisper.
"God, you're beautiful!"
He immediately began to giggle and blush.
"Shhh! Someone might hear
you!" Danny whispered in reply. Then he said something totally
unexpected, something that brought me back to earth.
"What's wrong with your voice?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" I asked. "Is something wrong with it?"
"Well, it's like all raspy
and thin." he replied. "It doesn't sound anything like what I expected.
And you've got a lisp, too!"
"I don't sound like this
all the time!" I announced with worry. "When I talk like my Moms'
family, I sound completely different!"
Danny looked at me like I was speaking a different
language or like I'd told him I could fly by flapping my arms. His
reaction, however, was simple.
"My mothers English" I
explained, "and my English grandparents live here, too. So I was taught
to speak both American and English dialects. Here, listen."
I took a moment to think about it, then opened
my mouth and began to speak like I did whenever I was with my mom's
"I can speak with a
cultured, educated accent, as my grandparents both speak in this
manner. They hail from the countryside, south of London, yet both
attended University at Oxford."
Danny just stared at me for a moment, then broke into a ear to ear grin.
"Wow! That's pretty cool, Andy!"
"Yeah, Prince Andrew!" A
voice behind me said. As soon as I heard it I knew it was Matt.
"Matthew!" I shouted as I spun around to face him. "When did you arrive?"
"Right about the time you
started into your Prince Andrew routine." he smirked. "I see you two
"Oh, yes!" I answered. "Danny introduced himself and ...."
"OK, drop the Prince
Andrew accent!" Matt chided. "You're starting to sound like a
"Oh, yeah... yeah, but you
know it's not that simple Matt." I started explaining, all the while
trying to drop back into my regular voice.
"Yeah, I know." Matt
giggled, then turned to face Danny. "Once he starts talking like that,
it takes him a while to be normal again."
"Why be normal?" Danny
laughed. "Besides, it sounds kinda cool when he talks like that."
As the two of them talked, I fell into a trance,
gazing at Dannys' beauty. Oh, my God, he was hypnotizing me with every
little movement, every word spoken. Danny was without a doubt the most
beautiful boy I'd ever seen in my life and as I watched him, I felt an
emotion well up within me, an emotion I had never felt before. I was
stunned by the feeling, but not as stunned as I was about to be!
"Look at the pretty
little girls!" A voice behind me said. I was suddenly slapped hard on the
back of the head by someone. As I flinched, I saw an arm reach out from behind me, its hand at grabbing Dannys' butt.
I quickly turned around to find John Springsteen, the
school bully glaring at me. I was going to open my mouth and insult the
large moronic fool, but I didn't get the chance. I barely noticed from
the corner of my eye as Danny seemed to step back and do what kinda
looked like some sort of Ballet step, swinging about with his left leg and
then twisting to hop onto the right leg while spinning completely around in a circle. When he did
this, his foot came flying up, catching John square on the jaw with a solid
smack and sending the large, overweight boy crashing onto the ground. The beautiful blond boy then stepped
in front of the quivering kid lying in a heap on the ground, pointed at his face and shouted
loud enough for everybody close by to hear clearly.
"Never grab my ass, you faggot!"
Johns' face, which was already
wet from the tears that were streaming down, twisted into an uncomprehending mask
of pain. Not only had Danny hit John, but he had hurt him, too.
"C'mon!" Matt cried. "Let's get outta here!"
"OK, just walk away
calmly." Danny said, sounding very controlled and with little emotion.
We stepped past John as he lay crying on the ground
and walked toward the inner courtyard of the school. Matt led the way
and I brought up the rear, with Danny between us. I kept looking over
my shoulder to see if anyone were coming after us, but no one did. Matt
wandered around until he found two of our other friends sitting at a
lunch table talking. We all sat down as if nothing had happened and
Matt started up a conversation with the boys. I just stared with a blank expression at Danny,
who looked at me with a cute little smile on his face.
"Well?" he finally asked.
"What happened back there?" I whispered. "How'd you do that?"
"Kick Boxing." He replied. "I learned it while we lived in Hawaii."
"You're from Hawaii?" I asked.
"Hell, no!" he giggled.
"I'm from Downey! My dad's in the space program and we move around a
lot. The last year we spent in Hawaii, but then he got transfered here."
"What does he do?" I
asked, being truly interested in anything about the space race.
"Can't tell ya." he
replied "But everyone in town will notice in about a week. Very secret
As Danny talked to me, he became quieter so that I
really had to strain to hear his voice, but I didn't mind. This boy was
fascinating, not to mention cute! As we spoke, he would flip his hair
back from his face and each time he did, he'd smile at me. My hair,
being in a 'Prince Valiant' cut was kept away from my eyes and
face, but Dannys' was just long and straight. Really long, I noticed
again. It fell almost to his waist, in fact. His hair was far longer than I'd ever seen on any boy and looked amazing on him.
"So, who was the bully?" he asked me.
"Oh, John. He's a dick." I
remarked, before looking over my shoulder to see if he might be
"Don't worry!" Danny
giggled. "He won't bother any of us for the rest of the year!"
I leaned over towards Danny and glanced around nervously before speaking.
"Why'd you call him a faggot?"
"Simple." he replied.
"Everyone close-by heard what I said, so now he's the one that will get
called faggot, not us."
I looked at him and wrinkled up my nose, showing
that I didn't quite follow him. Danny thought a moment and started
"It's like this. He who
gets called the bad name first is stuck with it. No matter how much
that creep tries, he's the one who got called Faggot on the first day
of school, so he'll be the one called by that all year. Even if he
tries to point his finger at me and call me a faggot, it won't change
the fact that he got his ass kicked for pinching my butt and that I
called him a faggot first."
"I guess, but that's a really bad name." I suggested.
"Don't we all know it!" He
replied. "But after what I did to him, I don't think anyone's going to
be calling us that. Not anytime soon, anyway."
"Yeah, but I really hate that word."
"Worse things to be called
than that, but not many." Danny agreed, looking off into nowhere and
nodding his head just a bit. The moment passed suddenly as he
turned his attention back to me.
"So, where you from?"
"Me? I'm from right here, Yorba Linda."
"You're kidding? I didn't
know anyone was actually born here!" Danny giggled. "Ever been anywhere
"Sure! Mexico, Nevada, Arizona and Oregon." I replied.
"I mean, have you ever lived anywhere else?"
"Well, I live in Skyforest for part of every year, if that's what you mean."
"Skyforest? Never heard of it." Danny shrugged.
"Up in the mountains, by
Lake Arrowhead." I explained. "My dad runs the Boy Scout camp at
Green Valley Lake every summer. So we leave here two weeks before
school lets out and usually stay until Labor Day weekend. Except for
the last two years, 'cause my mom had to work down here most of the
"ANDY!" Matt shouted.
"What?!" I cried,
swiveling my head around nervously. I guess I was still expecting some
kind of retaliation from the Springsteen kid.
"I've been trying to
your attention!" Matt huffed. Just by the way he spoke, I knew he was
mad. Without saying another word, I got up and moved around the table
to sit next to him. Danny seemed to be curious, but not offended by my
sudden change of
"What were you two talking
about?" Matt asked, obviously directing the question at Danny.
"Little bit of everything.
" Danny replied. "Kinda like you and I did yesterday." He smiled at
Matt and I noticed Matt became a little less agitated while staring at Danny. Matt leaned back
a little and relaxed even more before speaking again.
"We better start heading
to our classes. The bell's about to ring." Matt announced before he questioned Danny. "Who you got for First Period?"
"Mr. Brown, History." Danny replied.
"He's cool." I remarked. "Over there." I said and pointed to room 118.
"We've got Choir. See you
at break." Matt said to Danny and then started to get up from the table.
"Choir?" Danny quizzed,
looking right at me. "What, you got a third voice to sing with?"
"Hey! Andy sings really
good!" Matt shot back. I noticed a sharpness in the tone of his voice,
which wasn't like Matt at all. At least not like the Matt I knew!
"I can sing...." I remarked
in a quiet voice. I actually felt kinda hurt by Dannys' question.
"Well, if you sing
anywhere as good as you look, then you must be great!" Danny grinned
before suddenly turning away and hurrying off toward his class. Matts'
mouth swung open as if to speak, but just then the bell began to ring.
"C'mon! Let's go!" I cried
as I began pulling him along by the arm. Matt started muttering to
himself as he stared over his shoulder in the direction Danny had gone.
"I'm not sure I like him...." he stated, apparently thinking out loud.
'Oh, no!' I thought to myself.
It would appear that jealousy was rearing its ugly
head, just when a happy future with Matt had seemed so certain!
"Why me?" I questioned under my breath. "Why me?!"
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