Date: Mon, 7 Jun 2010 04:28:30 -0500
From: Joey Weaver <69.avid.reader@gmail.com>
Subject: Joey's Tale - Chapter 1

Hello everyone! My name is Joey (not really, I'm sorry, but you know how it
is) and this is the very first time that I have decided to write something
so you may imagine how nervous I am. I really hope you like it. It is a
little based on true events and a little fiction, but all in all I think it
is a pretty decent story. I would greatly appreciate if you wrote me
comments and suggestions to 69.avid.reader@gmail.com. I will do my best to
reply each one I get in a quick way.  I will decide to continue with my
story depending on how good a response I get from you guys. So, here it is,
the tale of my life. Enjoy and comment!

Love,
Joey
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				Joey's Tale
				 Chapter 1

Half an hour before my alarm clock was set to go off I was already wide
awake. I took the extra time to carefully select my outfit for the day. I'm
not exactly a God physically, but as I looked in the mirror I must say I
felt rather confident with what I saw. I have my father's strong features,
a prominent chin and a small nose, and my mother's intense brown eyes. My
mother always says that when I am very upset or really happy my eyes turn
the darkest shade of green like hers. My hair is different than the rest of
my family's; it's the thing about me that I like the most. It is a
chocolaty brown kind of color, although in the sun it appears to be almost
red.  I loved to keep it a bit long back then, shoulder length at the most,
and let it cover parts of my face at times. It falls naturally in a curvy
way that is almost hypnotic.  "Joey! You better be ready to go in 5 minutes
or I swear to God I will never offer you a ride ever again!" My sister Mary
shouted from the first floor and I snapped from my mirror view. She's a
couple of years older than me and had just received her car as part of her
sweet sixteen presents. As I reached her at the bottom of the stairs she
looked me over up and down.

"You look good bro" I had selected a mint green shirt that made my eyes pop
and a tight pair of grey shorts that show off my cute bubble butt.

"Thanks, I really want to make a good first impression" I responded
nervously.

"You will, don't worry. By the end of your freshman year no one will
remember anything about what happened in Jr. High." She said while patting
me gently on the shoulder.

I cringed when she mentioned Jr. High and my mind furiously started to
remember all the horrible things that happened... People have the ability
to reach incredible cruelness.

"Come on, let's go" She said as she realized I was day-dreaming again.

The drive to the school went by pretty fast. Faster than I would like,
because as I stood in front of the door I felt a knot on my stomach and an
irresistible urge to turn around and run as fast as my slim body could
muster.

As I was about to run for my life's worth I feel a loving arm hug my broad
shoulders and a hand place itself warmly at my right arm. I turned to Mary
and saw her smile, it was just what I need to gather my nerves and open the
door confidently.

The place was so much bigger than my previous school so I showed Mary my
schedule to have her tell me where most of my classes were. She had already
showed me around so I didn't have to ask anyone where to go. Mary told me
that sometimes the seniors messed with the new kids and gave them all the
wrong directions.

"What's your first class?" Mary asked

"I have Spanish with Ms. Oliviero"

"Cool, well you know where that is, so I'll catch you later Joey. Remember
I have my cell, so anything you need just call me" She said while ruffling
my hair and smiling at my panic stricken expression.

I saw her run up to her boyfriend of 6 months, Steven. Steve Bianchessi is
an amazing person. He is the most caring and lovable guy that I have ever
met and it doesn't hurt that he's extremely good looking. His chiseled
body, product of countless hours at the gym, and his gorgeous blond curls
that looked so soft and bounced a little as he laughed that beautiful laugh
were just topped by his incredible almond eyes. He waved at me with a big
grin and left off with my sister on his arm.

I must say that he got the best part in that deal. My sister is the most
incredible person that walked this earth. She is the most loyal friend, the
most loving sister and overall a great person. She is a younger version of
my mother, who used to be a pageant queen at her age. Mary was quite tall,
with my mom's beautiful dirty blond hair and the same intense brown eyes as
me. I must admit that puberty treated her kindly, because she developed
into one of the hottest girls of this school, which started to be a problem
because of all the guys that perved after her, but Steve put a stop to
that, and for it my family and I will be forever grateful.

The warning bell rang so I quickened my step to arrive to Spanish class. I
would hate to be late to my first class in High School. As I rapidly turned
around the corner in the language department I harshly bumped into
someone. The impact caught me off guard and caused me to fall abruptly to
the ground on my butt. My things were scattered a bit and I quickly started
to gather them while telling the person how sorry I was. Mary had warned me
about messing with the seniors and their love for public display of
strength and superiority over the younger ones.

"No, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going" He said. His voice was
so deep and masculine that it quickly caught my attention. I carefully
lifted my gaze to look up at his face. He had his hand out for me and a
lightly embarrassed smile on his face. He was the most beautiful specimen
of a human being I have ever seen. In the one second I allowed myself to
feast over his body I noticed how much taller and wider he was than me. He
had the most strong and manly arms I had ever seen and not an ounce of fat
existed within his muscles. His shirt covered what his chest and abdomen
looked like and my mind could only imagine what wonders it was hiding from
me.

"It's okay, don't worry" I struggled to say. He had the most incredible
blue eyes that just seemed to smile directly at my soul. The starting bell
rang so I finished gathering my things and ran for my classroom. Just as I
was about to close the door behind me I saw him still standing there
smiling over here. As he saw I was looking back he blushed and quickly
turned away and left. Oh my God, he is so cute when he blushes.

"Llega tarde señor. Por favor tome asiento." Ms. Oliviero ordered.

I saw an empty seat at the back of the room and took it.

"No voy a tolerar ese comportamiento en mi salón de clases, jóvenes, así
que si alguien decide llegar tarde a mi clase, start considering another
language." She signaled to the door as she said this.

The guy next to me quietly laughed and I looked at him and rolled my eyes
to the teacher. He giggled.

"I'm Joseph Weaver, but my friends call me Joey" I whispered to him.

"Hey" he said as he took my hand in his. "I'm Alex Culp, nice to meet you"

The rest of the class I talked to Alex quietly while the teacher explained
how she expected us to behave our best in her class and her zero tolerance
policies. Turns out Alex knew some people from my Jr. High and we had been
at the same party without noticing each other. He seemed really cool and we
were starting to hit it off when the bell rang, signaling the end of the
class.

"It was really nice meeting you Joey, I'll see you around" Alex said with a
smile on his face as he walked from our room. I said goodbye to him and
started to walk to my next class. I had the basic idea of where I had to
go, but all the cute boys in the halls seem to distract me. I have known I
was gay since just recently. I don't have a cute story of a best friend
that I secretly desired and when I finally confessed he told me my feelings
were reciprocate and consummated our love with passionate love-making. My
first love was, troublesome at best. I shiver still at the thought of those
dark days some years before High School. But anyway, my love for boys is
undeniable and my eyes just could not get enough of them.

I found the room for my next class and was disappointed that I hadn't
bumped into my blue-eyed angel with his spiked jet black hair.  I entered
my Pre-Calculus classroom only to see Alex waving at me from the back of
the room. Turns out we have most of our classes together, including our
lunch break. I internally sighed with relief of not having to deal with the
cafeteria alone.

When lunch came I waited for Alex before getting in line and buying my
food.  Surprisingly, everything looked delicious, unlike most places I hear
about. As we took an empty table, some of Alex's friends came over and he
introduced me to them as his friend Joey. Chris and Lacey were a couple
since Jr. High, Dylan was a year older than us and smiled as he greeted me,
and finally Sarah with whom I instantly clicked and had History class
with. We enjoyed ourselves during that hour, and decided to meet here every
day for lunch. I felt incredible about having made such amazing friends on
my first day. This really was a 360 degrees change from the past.

At the end of the day I was waiting for Mary in the parking lot, as I was
checking out the cars there. I saw many that looked great, and like Mary's,
brand new. I saw one pulling out and drive up to where I was standing, but
was still a bit far so I couldn't recognize the driver. I heard my sister
call me and turned to see her and Steven waving me to go over to his
car. As I walked to them I heard the car (a brand new white BMW that was
so, so, SEXY) and slightly turned my head to catch a glance of the
driver. I recognized those blue eyes instantly as he made eye contact and
gave me a little smile and a wink before speeding out of the school's
parking lot.

I was smiling when I got into Steve's car, who was driving me home because
Mary had to organize the cheerleading auditions, her being one of the top
cheerleaders in the school. Steve looked at me and smiled when he saw me
sheepishly smiling like a puppy.

"Who's the hottie?" He asked with a smirk on his face. He and my sister
have known about me for a while now but it still made me blush because of
his lack of subtlety.

"I don't know his name yet. But I will soon." Not soon enough, I thought to
myself.  The rest of the ride home I told Steven about how my day went and
how I felt this was going to be the most awesome year yet.

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Well here you have it! I hope you enjoy what you have read so far and are
interested to know more about Joey and his friends. If you did enjoy it
please send me your comments, and if you didn't, I strongly appreciate
constructive criticism and would love for everyone to send whatever
(respectful!) suggestions you may have to 69.avid.reader@gmail.com. Can't
wait to hear from you!

Love,
Joey