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Many times I have said thanks to my Editor ED. I was sorry to hear that at the age of 81 that Ed passed away. In the year I have know Ed he proved to be a caring individual who many times encouraged me to write more and always tried to get me to post my stories for others to read. You are an amazing person Ed and one who will be missed by many.
Love Always Foever,
The Secret Life of Jonathan Greenwich
by Sam Lakes
It was lunchtime and Peter and I always have lunch together, which was about the only time in school that we had together. The reason for that is Peter decided on an engineering career. I opted for a medical career and because I rank the highest in school I am now in accelerated learning classes. The only problem is I average four to five hours of homework daily and that really cuts into time to spend with Peter.
I looked around the lunchroom for Peter and spotted him finally and went over and sat down opposite him.
“What is that?” he asked.
“Uh, let me see. I think they call it a sandwich,” I laughed.
He rolled his eyes, “I know that dufus. How did you get a sandwich?”
I nodded, as my mouth was full.
“And they gave you one?”
“Yeah, what’s the big deal?”
“There are 2000 kids in this lunch period. The servers have never made a sandwich for anyone ever!”
“No one ever asked. I asked,” I said taking another big bite, “mmmmmm.”
Peter just looked at me.
“You never cease to amaze me. So what kind of sandwich is it?”
“Peanut butter, jelly, sardines in mustard sauce, ham, apricot preserves, cheese, squashed bananas and more peanut butter. Oh, yeah pickles too!”
“Gross! That’s disgusting!”
I shrugged my shoulders, “Actually it’s not that bad. They call it a teach-you-not-to-ask-for-a-sandwich sandwich,” I laughed, “I don’t think I will ever ask for a sandwich again! Ha-ha-ha.”
“Hey, you two! Can I join you?” asked our friend, Everette Jones.
Everette is a cutie and has a mad crush on me. He says it’s because I save his life. He tends to exaggerate. He’s gay and a couple of ‘blues’ were picking on him and I convinced them that picking on Everette could be dangerous to their health I had connections to the Vampire Boy and pointed out Martin who they knew by reputation.
Who is Martin? Well, remember, the boy who dropped his knife? That was Martin and Martin took what Vampire Boy said to heart and having dropped out of school before that fateful night dropped back in the following day.
Of course, Martin hasn’t recognized me yet because my fangs aren’t extended, and I was dressed in black and it was very dimly lighted in that ally. Still he has a reputation that strikes fear into the hearts of those who bully. Stories abound about his encounters with the Vampire Boy. To say the least Everette has since never been bothered by the bullies.
“Hey Ev! Sure, have a seat,” said Peter.
“How’s our favorite artist?” I asked.
“Holy shit!” Peter said in almost a whisper.
Ev’s eyes locked on someone behind me, “Oh my God, Jonathan! You’re twin!”
I turned to look and all I saw fat boy Gary purposely knock some boy causing him to drop his food tray the way he did numerous times with me when I was eleven. In an instant I was behind Gary and I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around I grabbed his food tray.
“Boy! Here take this!” I commanded the boy whose food had been knocked on the floor.
“Yes sir,” he said looking down at his feet.
“Look at me.”
Slowly he looked up at me and for a second I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was like looking in a mirror but seeing me two years younger. We both were a bit shocked and it was only Gary voice that broke our trance.
“What the fuck are you doing dreg!” said Gary angrily.
I ignored him telling the boy, “You see that good looking boy with brown hair next to the boy with black hair.” He nodded, “This is your food now. Go over there and sit. I’ll be there in a minute.” I gave his body a slight shove to get him started.
I turned to face Gary. I could see Gary’s fist balling up for a strike.
Then behind me I heard, “I suggest you clean up your mess, Gary.” I turned to see Martin who then added, “What did I tell you about bullying?”
“Fuck off, Edwards. And all the crap about a stupid vampire! You’re just a pussy!”
Martin rolled his eyes and smiling. “Crap huh? Pussy? Here’s the deal you meet me at the ally between Felix and Sixth. I will come there alone no weapons except these.” He held up his fists. “You bring whoever is stupid enough to back you up. And we will see if I’m talking crap and see who is the pussy. You win and you are king of the mountain – you loose and for the rest of this year and all of next year you will do one good deed every school day for a dreg classed kid in this school.”
“See you tonight,” said Gary and he left.
“Go joined you friends, Jonathan, I’ll clean up this mess.” He smiled, “It’s my good deed for the day.”
I stood there. For the last six months, I’d seen him nearly every school day and he had never given me any indication that he recognized me until now. Why?
He placed his hand on my shoulder, “I just hope I’m right. I hope Vampire Boy turns up. Now go! Go see your boyfriend.” Then he walked over and started cleaning up the mess on the floor.
I started walking slowly. I had a problem – a big one. If I didn’t show Martin would loose his life. If I showed there was no way Gary would not recognize me. And it seems like Martin knows.
Coming out as gay was a gradual process and painless. Coming out to Peter and my parents that I was a vampire was difficult and scarey and they of course all loved me.
Being outed as a vampire to the world could mean my death.
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