Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2007 20:17:12 -0400
From: kell1reilly2@aim.com
Subject: The Real Dream

Although I can't stop anyone from reading this, I advise that you don't
read this story if , or if it is illegal in your community to read this
kind of stuff. It includes "interactions" between young teenage boys and
I hope you like it.



Every night. Every night since the first time i saw him I would have it.
Whats it? The dream. Since I first saw his clean kept, light brown hair
which was a perfect length. Since the first time I saw his light brown,
almost gold eyes which made you wonder: how did I get so lucky to get so
close to him? Since I first heard his laugh, a beautiful noise which made
you laugh on the inside. And since the first time I gazed upon something
that made you melt on the inside, numb on the outside and just a little
tingly in between. His smile. Jamie Mcara.

Now a bit about me. I'm Tanner Rade. In case you didn't catch on, I'm
into guys. I'm 14 years old and I live in Miami with my folks, and an
older brother, Ben. Since I was 11 years old, I knew that I was
definitely attracted to other boys. Over the years, I have learned to
come out to my older brother and some of my friends. Coming out to
someone for the first time is certainly scary. But I always trusted Ben.
I remember telling him when I was 12 with sliver tears running down my
cheeks while I unloaded my deepest secrets to my own brother. He made me
feel so much better when he came over and grabbed me into a
brotherly-love hug. He told me that everything would be fine and that he
wasn't upset or creeped out. He even told me how his best friend Jack was
just like me. I knew Jack. Yeah, he had always been a bit sensitive
about...everything.

"Ben, I'm not going t'find anyone I can be in a relationship with." I
sobbed.

"Hmmm, have you met the new family that just moved into the house next
door?" he said, still holding me while my tears dryed up and I started to
calm down.

"No, not yet. Why?" I sniffed.

"I hear they have a son that's your age," he said, "and a daughter my
age." he added coolly.

The next day, I went over to meet the new family. They seemed pretty
cool. They introduced me to their son, Jamie. So that's how I first met
him. After that day, the dreams started coming to me every night.

Every night, the dream would start the same, overly-dramatic way.
Michelle, along with all of my other friends who I have come out to,
would all go out onto the frozen lake at the park and ice skate. Jamie
would be with us also. Suddenly, the ice breaks under Jamie's feet and he
disappears under a layer of ice and into water that, once you hit it,
forces all the air right out of your chest. Since I'm the closest, I
skate over to the newly-made hole in the ice & pull the unconscious Jamie
up out of the water. After giving him mouth-to-mouth (which I loved), he
come around, gasping for life and holding onto me as though I was keeping
him on the planet.

Jamie would look up into my eyes and thats where I was confused. I saw a
world inside of him that had waited for a time of needing, a time of
someone to come to his rescue. He would then pull me into a slow,
passionate hug which I could've sworn my heart stopped. Later that night,
he would come to my house and we would go upstairs to my room. I would
undress myself to my Steely Dan boxers and stand there, watching as Jamie
would do the same thing. We would slowly bring ourselves to the other
one, and he would cup my head in his hands, and i do the same. Just as we
were moving into to experience a kiss that meant so much more to both of
us.............

*Alarm clock goes off*

Every time!

"Tanner, time to get up for school!" calls my mom from downstairs.

"Ok"

Damn alarm clock, why does it have to ruin a dream? Because it wants to
bring you into a nightmare. School. But school also had its advantages.
Thats where i could Jamie other than just in his yard or through a
window, or such.

School before lunch went by slower than I could ever imagine. But then
lunch time came and I was able to watch my dream boy, except of course
when he turned his head. I was in heaven and I was liking it. Later that
afternoon, I need to go to the bathroom before I got onto the bus. So I
made a quick run for it. When I got in there, I heard someone in the
stalls sobbing. At first it sounded to me like someone was sad, or upset
about something. But after a few moments of my tense eavesdropping, I
realized that someone was in pain. I slowly made my way past each stall.
When I came to the last one, I saw my dream boy, but at the same, I saw a
nightmare.

Jamie was on the ground sobbing in agony. His lip was sliced open and his
left eye was black and blue. His clothes were ripped in many places. I
couldn't believe that I wasn't going over to help him! I was in utter
shock of the horrific scene before my eyes. Jamie had been beaten up,
clearly.

The sound of a sniffle from Jamie woke me from my trance and I shook my
head in disbelief. He seemed to notice me when i shook my head.

"Tanner..." he gasped in between sobs.

"What the hell happened?" I said after I helped him up.

He didn't answer me. I thought that maybe he hadn't heard me, or he was
too much in shock to answer. I picked the second one.

Suddenly, Jamie broke into tears and fell into my arms. I wasn't even
thinking of how my crush was in my arms, all I was thinking about right
now was that I needed to help a friend of mine needed help getting
through this. I needed to help him.

"Jamie, we got to get you to the nurse, now."

"I'm too...tired..." he got out.

"I'll give you a piggy-back ride there. Get on."

With that, I propped Jamie up onto my back. I carried him to the nurses
office through all the stares as fast as I could with out dropping him.
When I got to the nurse, I told her quickly what had happened, Jamie was
in shock by now and, well, couldn't speak. The nurse rapidly dialed for
the police and an ambulance. When they came to pick up Jamie, they called
his parents and told them to meet them at the hospital, and with that,
they drove away. I watched the ambulance drive away, siren blazing, until
it was nothing more than an ant in the horizon.

I had missed my bus. But I missed Jamie even more.