Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2009 23:14:44 -0400
From: J Bark <jbark217@gmail.com>
Subject: High School / Party Favors

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			       Party Favors

	My sister is a fun loving person and she enjoys throwing parties
for the heck of it at anytime that she sees fit. Her parties always
involved a lot of alcohol and drunken adults being stupid. I was only
nineteen but didn't mind because she let me drink. I never drank enough to
lose my control, so I was always able to laugh at all of them.
	I had been invited to this one almost against my will, it's not
that I didn't want to go; I just wasn't a fan of some of the idiots that
would be there. As I got there I was helping my sister set up the food and
things, working the stove like I knew what I was doing. It was about an
hour into it that the door bell rang and my sister eagerly greeted her
first guests. A woman who I knew from previous parties, a total drunk, and
her husband walked in. They were being tailed by someone though, and I was
trying to focus in on him, when they spread apart and introduced him.
	"This is my son Chris." The man said. He couldn't have been
seventeen but he was quiet and shy with curly brown hair that hung down to
his cheeks. He had a soft face that was only punctuated by a softly sharp
chin. His eyes were amber and had a twinkle in them that seemed to hold a
mysterious power behind them. He wasn't tall and he seemed to hold himself
back looking almost scared. He glanced around and I could read his
expression almost easily, he wanted to escape from this. His head twisted
slightly and his eyes locked on mine, randomly. I almost panicked but kept
my eyes locked on his, and smiled. It was his turn to panic and he did, his
eyes glistening for half a second and darted down.
	That party slowly began to start and I was sitting on the sidelines
observing, but it wasn't the drunks I was observing it was the boy,
Chris. He was also looking incredibly awkward, hovering behind his parents
and floating on the sides like me. It was when I caught him looking at me
and I smiled, that he gaped at me confusedly.
	He pulled off his jacket at one point and I saw that his shirt was
a Graphic Tee of a game that I love to play. An online game that lets me
slip into a fantasy world without the writing, which is my usual door
way. I stood and moved to speak with another guest who also played, asking
if I could borrow his lap top, so that I could let Chris play. He agreed
and I moved down the hall way to set the computers up, and I rejoined the
party when I was done.
	"So Chris, you play that?" I said pointing to his shirt.
	"Yea." He said blushing. His dad and mom turned to look at me as if
to see if I was worthy of making the conversation. He was so quiet I
expected more conversation.
	"I have two computers available if you want to play, interested?" I
smiled.
	"Yes." He said very pointedly, and followed me to the back room. He
glanced over his shoulder, and I noticed that his father was staring us
down with an almost glare. I didn't understand it but I felt like they were
staring at me, and the way I took him from the party. I didn't care, I knew
what it was like to be young and surrounded by idiotic adults.
	We spent the first hour or so playing this game, and I heard the
party rising in laughter and yelling, which meant the alcohol was running
true. It wasn't long to one of my least favorite party people tried to come
and get me to start drinking. He usually made it his mission to get me
drunk, I blatantly rejected him and tried to ignore him whilst playing the
game, keeping Chris in my eyes so he didn't get offered anything. The drunk
left and left me alone with him, again.
	"Sorry about that, he usually tries to get me drunk, for no
reason."
	"Yea..." he laughed a little bit.
	"So you don't talk much do you?" I asked bluntly.
	"Nah...unless I'm really interested." He said.
	"Oh..."
	"Interested in what I'm talking about I mean." He looked up at me
with a slightly blush in his tan cheeks.
	"Oh, that's cool. So what are you into then?"
	"I like this obviously, and I also skate, and read a little bit." I
perked up at the thought of a shared interest. I questioned him more
interestedly about the books he had read, and it turns out he read books
like the ones I read, but he was interested in a series that I had strong
distaste for, so we lost that common point then too.
	"How old are you?" I asked, again randomly, but I was searching for
a conversation.
	"Seventeen. You?" His first question back.
	"Nineteen."
	"Only two years." I looked at him when he said this, and I let my
mind wander, what the difference of two years could mean. He smiled back
for half a second and dove back into his game. I went into mine as well and
let my mind continue to wander. They were interrupted again by another
person barging in. His father walked in, a short man, and kind of
balding. He didn't smile, and smelled of alcohol. Chris clearly got his
height from this man, neither were tall like me, but both seemed to have
strong shoulders, as if they were handmade that way.
	"What you guys doing." Chris had turned his computer in his lap so
that his father couldn't really see it.
	"Just talking and hanging out." I said coolly
	"Oh really? You've been talking Chris?" It sounded like a cut, like
he was trying to make a joke on him.
	"No." He said low and quietly.
	"No...No what?" He said menacingly.
	"No Sir." He said to his lap.
	"That's right you little..." He had raised his hand across his
chest prepared to swing it toward Chris. I was standing before he had time
to finish the statement, and as he swung his hand thumped against my chest
hard. I ignored the fact that he had just slapped me and glared down at
him. I was taller and so slightly more intimidating.
	"I think you should return to the party." I said slowly.
	"Get out of the way, you..." He started.
	"I wouldn't finish that statement. I would return to the party if I
were you." He looked up considering my threat and decided against saying
anything else.
	"I want another drink." He said and turned and stormed out of the
room. I shut the door and sat back down, debating whether or not I wanted
to say anything.
	"Sorry he gets kind of cranky when he gets drunk." He looked at me
blushing hard now, and I smiled at him. "Thanks."
	I just continued to smile at him. I did not know whether or not I
wanted to bring it up anymore, I felt like I wanted to comfort and console
anything that may have happened, but I also wanted to give him a chance to
confide in me only if he wanted to, or brush it under the carpet. He
considered me for a moment and then turned back to his game, blushing even
more then he had in the past few moments. I continued to play my game in
silence and thinking over the moment.
	We continued to play the evening away, and only chatting slightly
here and there. We didn't bring up the conversation again and it was like a
curtain had fallen between us, and I was itching to find out. I was
intrigued my nature, people were what I want to work with and I loved
trying to figure out the way their minds worked.
	By the time I realized that the party was drawing to a slow end, we
had spent the better part of five hours playing together, talking and
attempting to get to know each other better. I had to admit that Chris was
proving one of the most difficult people for me to get information out of
and that is an impressive position coming from someone who had a reputation
for wheedling the darkest secret out of the shyest person. There was
something about Chris that just made me want to relax and smile with him,
not at him, or for him, just with him. He had a very nice smile when he
used it but sadly he didn't use it often enough.
	As the guest started leaving I noticed that his parents were being
slow to leave, they were sitting on the couch laughing randomly and nearly
passed out. In my opinion it was a very pathetic sight, and I didn't like
to think that Chris would be riding home with them.
	"Are you driving home for them?" I asked warily.
	"Doubt it; they don't let me drive often." I stood there gawking at
him in disbelief.
	As we packed the computers away, I slung my back pack over my
shoulder and looked at him with a new reverence for my height in my eyes. I
wanted to protect him for some unknown reason, it was as if this one was my
brother and it was in my blood to protect him.
	"What do you do on Sundays? Tomorrow?" I asked shortly.
	"Nothing, my parent won't go to church."
	"Do you want to come with me, you could spend the night with me if
you'd like?" His eyes beamed at me as if I had just offered him a ton of
money. He smiled his beautiful gleaming-eyed smile and nodded silently.
	My sister was already asleep having partied well herself, and her
husband I found snoozing on the couch. I guess I would have no backup on
this one, not that their conscious selves would be much help if they were
that drunk.
	"Mom...dad..." he said tentatively more at them then to them. I
held a hand out to stop him speaking.
	"I hope you two enjoyed your evening, you may want to sleep it off
here for your own safety." I said with as much maturity and as
authoritative as I could. "However, my church is big with youth and I have
invited Chris to come home with me so that I can take him to an event
tomorrow. I hope this is okay, I would hate for him to miss it, it will be
terribly educational and a most wonderful book study." I said, and realized
exactly how pompous I could sound when I wanted to.
	Chris almost gawked at me and then turned his eyes back on his
parent expectantly. They looked up at me with their blood shot eyes, and it
was my turn to appraise them. The mother seemed, even though drunk, sweet
and caring. She smiled at me with a soft face and nodded gently. The father
however had snapped his black eyes upon me and glared harshly.
	"I assure you that it will be highly educational and that he won't
be embarking on anything extravagantly or haphazardly pleasurable." Letting
the words roll off my tongue with an arrogance not my own. I don't know how
I became such a swift liar, but it was almost second nature to me.
	The father's eyes never relented in their gaze, but he slowly
nodded, and put his head down on the couch again. I silently wished the
most horrible of hangovers on him and turned to lead Chris out of the
house. As we left the house I heard him let out a gasp, and a small
chuckle.
	"How did you come up with a lie like that so fast?" He said slowly.
	"Who said it was a lie?" I smiled. The darkness was dense but the
beam of light from the porch was falling directly upon me.
	"Um..."
	"Don't worry it was." I laughed gently. We walked slowly to my car
and slid in.
	"Does this mean we are friends?" He asked into the darkness of my
car.
	I thought about it for a moment, friends with this boy was
something that I had felt that I had achieved and surpassed in the few
short hours I knew him. There was only one thing that I wanted from him to
confirm this thought.
	"No." I said thoughtfully.
	"Oh..."
	"I will only be your friend if you start talking more..." I said
with a sly smile that I knew he couldn't see, but he laughed as he caught
my tone.
	"Thank you again, and I will." He said. I imagined his smile on his
face. "Thank you..."

 ~ ~ ~

 	We made it back to my house by Midnight and I showed him in. We sat
in my room, him cross-legged on my bed and me leaning in my computer chair,
talking. He was a lot more expressive now that he trusted me and felt a kin
ship toward me. I wanted more than anything to be his friend, a desire from
deep inside of me that was not something I was used to.
	He told me about his friends at school the few he had, and the
people who he skate with. He told me about stories that he had read online
about various things. We talked about everything under the sun, and I
noticed one central theme in everything that he was telling me about. He
was in a constant search for people to accept him for who he was. Who he
was, I wasn't sure yet.
	I tossed him a shirt and some shorts that he could sleep in, and he
blushed mumbling something about sleeping in his boxers and handed them
back to me. I grabbed a pillow and the throw blanket of my bed and settled
down on the floor, not wanting to go to the living room, so we could talk
more.
	"What are you doing?" He asked sharply.
	"Camping out, what does it look like?"
	"No, you take the bed ill sleep on the floor."
	"No thanks, I sleep in that bed every night; I'd like a change of
scenery." I said in an attempt to be humorous.
	"I am not kicking you out of your bed." He said as he finished
chuckling.
	"And I'm not letting you sleep in the floor." I said getting
agitated.
	"Well then we have a problem..." He said defiantly.
	"You know you were a lot more agreeable when you didn't talk to
me."
	"Well you wanted me to talk to be my friend; I wanted to be your
friend, so you get me talking!" He smiled emphatically.
	"You were my friend when you weren't talking. There is just
something..." I started to let my mind wander as I was talking. I didn't
finish that statement out loud, but my mind kicked into gear as I analyzed
the thoughts that I had had for the last few hours.
	"Just something what?" He said.
	"Huh? Oh. Nothing." I said distractedly.
	"No...you were about to say something."
	"Oh well...don't laugh...but I felt like I was meant to shield you
tonight. This is funny coming from me, because I don't believe in planned
destiny." I laughed to myself, mostly because he didn't know everything
that I had thought about the exact same question.
	"Oh...ok."
	"Well sleep tight." I said as I stretched out on the floor. I
watched silently as he threw a pillow down on the floor and pulled a
blanket down.
	"Like I said, I will not be the reason you don't sleep in your own
bed." He curled up under the blanket and blinked at me.
	"Fine have it your way." I enjoyed sleeping on the floor and if I
wanted to be honest, him sleeping down here would keep me out of my bed.
	Sleeping was always a place that I dreamed but that night I had a
dreamless, nice sleep. Nothing to interrupt me or wake me, I woke early
Sunday having slept solidly and comfortably. I was shocked and almost
jumped when I realized Chris had scooted close to me in the night and was
curled against me with his head resting on my arm, instead of a pillow. I
didn't know if should pull him in close or gently try to keep him asleep. I
decided the latter, just in case he didn't know what had happened in the
night and I didn't want to embarrass him.
	I pulled his head slowly away from my arm and gently pulled the
pillow under it as I slid my arm and I lowered his head and jumped up,
grabbing my towel and headed to the shower. I was sliding my boxers down
and standing looking in the mirror when I realized that that I had
forgotten a new pair of boxers, which were just right around the corner in
my room.
	I tiptoed with my towel wrapped around me back into my room and
slowly opened the drawer. Chris was sleeping sweetly where I had left him;
I began to memorize his features. His hair curly and dark was lightly
falling over his face and his lips were a soft pink, luscious and bold. His
eyes were closed but his entire face was a smooth, almost hairless tan. I
envied him for his tan complexion, I had always been a lighter tan and
could never really get away from that.
	As I finished my shower I walked back into my room half dressed to
find a sleepy Chris sitting on the bed stretching. I noticed as his shirt
lifted higher than his shorts I saw nice smooth stomach with a dark `happy
trail' diving down into the shorts. I knew in that instant that my lust,
combined with the admiration and the protectiveness I felt, meant only one
thing.
	For the first time I had seen and experienced my first occurrence
of `love at first sight.' And I wanted it to be my last.


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