Date: Mon, 3 Nov 2014 02:13:50 -0600 From: DJ Adams Subject: One Hell of a Day Chapter 2 One Hell of a Day: Chapter 2. This story is totally fictitious and is only a figment of my imagination. The storyline and the characters are all fictitious and are not representative of any person or persons. The story deals with a young teen's realization that he's gay and his attempt at suicide- A very real and unfortunately common situation. The goal is partly to acknowledge and to vindicate these circumstances as something that DOES happen but it's also to cast a positive light on life and show that suicide is not the answer. This story is about Dylan Davenport's failed suicide and subsequent life afterwards. It includes gay themes, strong language and everything else that you would expect to go on in the life of a teenager. If any of these topics are offensive to you, please choose another story from the archive. ********** Nifty is a free service. Help keep it that way. Donate voluntarily and do your share to keep Nifty around before you no choice but to do so or see the archive be lost. ********** One Hell of a Day: Chapter 2. (This chapter will be told from Dylan's perspective) (Two weeks later) "Oh!! Did I seriously wear this half of this stuff? When did my wardrobe become this... yuck?" I muttered to myself out loud. I never was terribly concerned about my appearance before but, since I met Shannon, I'm a lot more conscious about how I look. I sighed. "Shannon." I said out loud with a smile. That Irish boy was very quickly stealing my heart. I have another date with him again tonight and I can't wait to see him. And that reminds me, I need to find something to wear!! ********** I looked at myself in the mirror while I put the finishing touches on my hair. And... Perfect!! I took a final look: Grey and blue sweater, nice jeans that wore a little tight in the butt, blue converse high tops, perfect hair, I look like a million bucks!! I hope Shannon is pleased. After all, he's the one who bought these tighter-fitting jeans for me. He told me that 'beauty is on the inside but there is nothing wrong with flaunting a little and showing off a if you're cute'. I needed that confidence boost. I checked my watch. 7:26PM. I'd better get downstairs. Shannon will be here any time to pick me up. ********** I walked down to the living room and found Jenny on the couch. Dad was in the recliner looking over some paperwork, probably for work. "Dinner will be ready in five minutes!!" Mom called out from the kitchen. Dad looked up and caught sight of me. "Going somewhere, Dylan?" "Yeah. I've got another date with Shannon." I smiled broadly. "I see. And when do we get to meet this 'Shannon'?" Dad asked. I though about it. "Well, maybe he can come here for dinner, one night this week?" "Find out what he likes and I'll make it!!" Mom called out from the kitchen, apparently overhearing the conversation. I smiled. My parents are always on-the-go but they are awesome people- I just wish we could spend more time together. Dad nodded as he lit up his pipe. "I agree. That would be nice." A knock came at the door and that was my cue. "See ya, guys!!" I ran and gave Mom a kiss on the cheek, went back into the living room and hugged Jenny -although, she didn't hug me back- and I hugged my Dad on the way to the door. I opened it. "Mora na che dhuit." Shannon smiled. (Top of the evening to you.) He looked hot, as he did each time I'd seen him over the last two weeks. Red hair shaggily kept, freckles, emerald green eyes, a nice button-front shirt tucked into some brown corduroys with a belt and suspenders. He looked like a traditional Irish boy, even wearing the tweed newsboy cap. "Gurab amhlaidh duit." I smiled in return. (Same to you.) Shannon had taught me a few little phrases in the Erse and I know it pleased him to hear me speak back to him in his native tongue. Even though most of Ireland speaks English, some diehards hung onto the original language, too, and his family were some of those people. "Where are we off to?" I asked. "Wherever you'd like, Leannán." He said as he took my hand. (Leannán is a term of endearment, meaning 'Lover'.) I grinned and said, "Let's go for a walk on the High Line." He agreed. We walked a ways before he flagged down a cabbie. ********** It was a ways away from my family's house in Astoria but, after a cab ride, we made it into Manhattan. The High Line is a converted section of overhead subway lines that is now a boardwalk and garden of sorts. I don't get to go as often as I'd like to but I always enjoy coming. We pulled up in front. Shannon and I walked hand-in-hand up the stairs. It's only about a mile long but Shannon and I walked slowly and enjoyed each other's company. Along the way, he stopped and picked a pink rose, de-thorned it and handed it to me. I blushed. I'm really sentimental and I can tell that Shannon enjoys making me feel happy. We walked for a little while longer before coming to the part that overlooks the Hudson towards Jersey. It's not like looking at Manhattan from the other side of the river but the lights and moonlight reflecting off the water were still pretty. Shannon placed his hand on my hip and pulled me closer to him. He smelled pleasant, like he was fresh out of the shower. I felt something soft on my cheek and I realized he was kissing me. When he pulled back, I looked at him. "You okay, boyo?" He asked. I blushed deeply and averted my gaze before looking back to him. "Yeah. I'm swell." I grinned. "Fancy that?" "Aye" "Want me to do it again?" "Aye." He took hold of my hips and kissed me again, this time on the lips. I melted into it and threw my arms around him. It was my first kiss ever with anyone!! It lasted several minutes before we broke and headed back to Queens. ********** We got back to my parents house and Shannon walked me up the steps while the cab waited for him. He kissed me once more before leaving me on the stoop with my flower. I smiled and waved at him and he smiled back through the glass and the cab drove away. I was so high on the moment when I walked in that I didn't even notice Riley laying on the couch in the living room. I turned on the light and I guess it woke him up; He gave me a stern look but it softened when he realized it was me. "Hey, Dylan." Man, he looked like hell. "Hey. Where's Jenny?" I asked him. I knew my parents had to have been it bed so there was no one else to visit with him besides her. "She went to her room a little while ago. I thought she'd come back out but I guess I fell asleep waiting for her." That's odd. Well, maybe not. I haven't really seen Riley in... about... geez, it must have been about two weeks, now. And Jenny has been moping around for about as long. I must've been so wrapped up in Shannon that I didn't recognize that Riley and Jenny must've had a falling-out. "How are you two?" I asked. He just shook his head. "I see. You look like the Midtown Express wore you as a hood ornament." He didn't say anything. Just a snort and a quick smile and he was back to starring at the ground again. "What's with the flower?" He finally asked. I looked at the pink rose in my hand and smiled remembering where I'd gotten it. "Shannon gave it to me." "Shannon?" Riley had a perplexed look on his face. "My boyfriend. His name is Shannon Doherty." "What kind of name is Shannon for a guy?" He asked dryly. I scrunched my nose at him and frowned. "Don't be mean, Riley. He can't pick his name. And, for your information, he's a really good guy and I really like him!!" Riley looked down and got really quiet. Maybe I'd been a bit too scornful towards him. I walked over and sat down next to him on the couch but the awkward tension still lingered. "I'm sorry, Riley. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just really like Shannon and I guess I overreacted." He smiled faintly, still looking at the ground. "It's okay, Dylan, you could never hurt my feelings." We sat there for a few minutes, each presumably in our own contemplation, neither of us said a word to the other. I was thinking about... THAT day... Riley was the one who saved me and I never really got to thank him for it. "Thank you." "Huh?" I hugged him. He tensed immediately. "For saving me." I added. "You already thanked me." He said, still not returning the hug. "No. I said 'thank you' because you showed me that everyone would accept me for who I am. I never got to thank you for saving my life. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here right now." I said, tearing up at the thought of leaving my family behind, or never going to a prom, or never seeing my friends again or never getting to meet Shannon. "Thank you." I whispered as I nuzzled my face into his neck. Out of nowhere, Riley started sobbing. He pulled away, rested his elbows on his knees and put his face in his hands while he balled. I was kinda taken aback; Riley's a pretty strong person and the only time I've ever seen him cry in the entire time I've known him was in my room in the hospital. I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder but it was like I touched him with electricity. He jumped up to his feet and made his way to the door. "I've gotta go." Before I knew it, the front door had opened and closed and Riley was gone. "What the hell was that about?" I asked myself. I debated going after him but I decided he was better left alone- Obviously he was having some kind of issue and he needed to figure stuff out. ********** I got into my pajamas and went to bed. I laid awake for a while thinking about Shannon. The rose he gave me was now sitting in a little vase near my bedside. I drifted off with a smile on my face. *** End of Chapter *** Stay tuned and look for future chapters as they become available. Also, I enjoy hearing from readers so be sure to send comments and criticisms on to my email at: AdamsDJ1977@gmail.com