Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2005 17:21:01 +0000 From: M Williams Subject: Living with a Past - Chapter 1 - DISCLAIMER - The following story, novel, or chapter contains homosexual themes and is not intended for anyone under the legal viewing age - If depictions of homosexual activities disturb you - Do Not Continue To Read This Story - Feedback appreciated Copyright - 2005 - Max Williams (Kollegekid54321@hotmail.com) Chapter 1 This is the story of a young man named Jason Colby. I've never written many things before, and I don't profess to be too good at it, but I am going to try writing this. The past year of his life has been too much of a work of fiction to not try and write down, and I think - I hope that his is a story that people need to hear. Jason grew up in upstate New York - in the middle of what people have dubbed `the Rust Belt' swath of old industrial cities along the great lakes. Life there was all right; good hot summers and pleasantly snowy winters. He lived in a little town called Capetown, NY, on Lake Erie, although he went to high school in Cape City, five miles away. High school itself was always fine by him - he was good at sports and played hockey and soccer, and had been with his girlfriend, Meghan, for almost three years by the time they were both seniors at Capetown High. Jason was fairly attractive, augmented by a body hardened by four years of athletics, and was perfectly contented with his own little world. Meghan was one of the prettier girls in school, and her kind-although-condescending personality complimented his laid-back-if-narrow-minded one perfectly. They'd been fucking for almost as long as they'd been dating, which the hockey and soccer teams gladly knew, and Jason was held in high regard because of it. His life was fine. Except for one thing. Jason Colby's parents were nightmares. This was a fact that no one knew except for Jason and Jason's aunt, and even then only because they were in the family. But Phillip and Pamela Colby were the most argumentative, condescending, ignorant, poisonous people that had ever consented to have a child in Capetown history. And the only person that knew was that child - Jason. This is why, when the weather finally broke one Thursday after the winter of 2004, and for the first time in 5 months Jason woke up to a bedroom full of warm sunlight, he groaned at the day ahead of him through sleepy malaise. "Jason!" A shrill voice called through his bedroom door that immediately pulled him out of his groggy stupor. He heard the knob rustling and took the one moment he knew he had to cover himself fully with his sheet. He preferred to sleep in his boxers, although he knew that his conservative mother would never approve of it, which is why he pulled his sheet up over his bare tan shoulders before the door popped open with a startling splinter. "Jason! What have I told you about locking your door?! Now you've gone and broken the trim because you feel the need to imprison yourself in here. Honestly, what is it you're up to that I'm not supposed to see? Hmmm?" Pam Colby spent approximately half a second during this speech glancing at her alert son, and went immediately to the window and opened it. Her sharp eyes looked all over the floor as she addressed him again. "There - it's a beautiful day outside! You really do need to get up earlier, now, Jason, and take advantage of it. Smell that spring air! Oh, and clean up this mess, I can't stand it when you keep my house so dirty" She smiled at him for another half a second, and then went to leave his tiny room again when she stopped at looked at his face. In truth, his expression had become so anxious because of the great quantities of cold air suddenly blowing through the open window - it wasn't spring yet - but all his mother saw was a personal slur on her son's face. "Jason! Wipe that expression off your face right now, why, anyone would think that I'm torturing you!! Really, I don't know why you're always trying to make me feel so awful about the things I do to help y - are you wearing any clothes under there?!" He had moved noncommittally to one side and the sheet had slipped off his toned shoulder and chest - the sight of the bronze skin and muscular lines incensed his mother, and she went on, "I honestly think that's a little . . . adult . . . don't you? I mean, I don't really believe you know what it means to be sleeping so . . . in that . . . like that." "Adult?" he asked, pushing back his straight brown hair and blinking, confused. "Yes, adult - which you're not! The only time people sleep in their underwear is when they're doing something that you're too young to understand. Now get downstairs and stop torturing me and embarrassing me. Honestly . . ." Jason sighed with relief as his mother left the room, and fell back into his bed, letting the sheet slip off his chest to his waist. The years on the sports field had rounded out his frame, giving him a solid muscular look, although he lacked the intense definition that some of his team mates had gone above and beyond to accomplish. But his brown skin and scant darker brown trail still cut quite a sight for the five minutes that he continued to lay in his bed, dappled with the spring sunshine. Then he got up. He didn't give much thought to his family these days at the beginning of high school he had had some problems with them, with his mother constantly overstepping his boundaries with her overburdening and over-protectiveness, and then again with his father's complete lack of involvement and interest in Jason's life. Jason had acted out, like most teens, and then finally realized that his parents were who they were, and had made the decision to stay that way. He stopped with the drugs, stopped with the staying out late, and simply did the best he could. School still went by the wayside, given his immense interior belief that anything worth doing wasn't worth doing for him, but his love of sports kept him on the teams, which he needed to keep up minimum grades for. So he had a system that caught him and kept him from doing badly. And then Meghan, well, wow, Meghan - Meghan was his saving grace. She had been the first girl he had dated after his `bad period', and he enjoyed it immensely. He loved her for loving him, and despite their problems, stuck with her as much as he could. Especially when Fredo was around . . . Fredo had been Jason's best friend during the `bad period', and Jason wanted nothing to do with him anymore . . . Fredo ran track and acted in the musicals, and Fredo had had other extracurricular interests as well . . . which Jason shut off his mind from thinking about whenever it drifted there these days. Okay fine, so Jason hadn't been a virgin when he met Meghan . . . but any further details he kept to himself, and on this particular morning he shook his head as he got out of the shower. This was going to be a tough morning for him. Already, his mother had picked out a few things to nag him about, and for some reason Fredo was on the brain after . . . Jason thought for a moment . . . six, seven months of not thinking about him? Jason never went to the track meets and had avoided seeing the musical, and had gone over half a year without once mentioning that name. "Huh. Whatever" Jason roused himself just by hearing himself speak, and, wrapping a towel around himself, left the second floor bathroom and walked the short hall back to his own room. He stopped short in surprise when his father suddenly came out, and almost lost his towel. "Oh jeez, I didn't see you there" Jason said, tucking himself back in. "I'm sor -" "Yeah, well, if you were in your room like you're supposed to be, you wouldn't've knocked me over", said his short-ish, balding, and frowning father with smoke-scented breath. "Honestly, kid. And get out of that towel before your mom gets on the warpath about it. It creeps me out too to see you in your skivvies. For God's sake -" His father went on down the stairs, and Jason went into his room, shut his door and hit it. He went to lock it, remembered that the catch was on the bedroom floor now, and just lamely propped a chair against the knob. The room was freezing and before doing anything else, he went to the window and shut it, then looked out. Old Mrs. Cremshaw was in the next yard, shoveling the dwindling pile of melting, dirty snow out of the driveway for her husband, who always ran late. His gaze moved over to the sidewalk across the street, where three little sisters, blonde copies of one another, walked to school. The middle one was on a bicycle, and as Jason watched, she happened to look up at his window. He saw her face brighten as she grabbed her sisters and pointed, and the three of them laughed. It was then that he realized he was still half naked, and giving them a confused sort of hurt look, backed from the window and sat down at his desk. "Jason! JA-SON! Close your window, your mother is freezing down here!" Jason gave the same confused, hurt look to his door, and after a moment it turned into a nasty sneer at the throaty yell coming up the stairs. He then threw a sneaker at his bedroom door. "THAT HAD BETTER HAVE BEEN THE WINDOW CLOSING, KID!!" "IT WAS", Jason yelled back. Sometimes, it was all he could do to keep his mind. Hefting the other sneaker in his hand and looking longingly at his door, he dropped it and just decided to get going. Resignedly, he pulled off his towel and started dressing his strong, lean body.