Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 04:51:25 +0200 From: edge23 Subject: A story for us-1 Young Friends - A story for us by edge23 The following story is all made up, fiction as it's called and only for the pleasure and enjoyment of those legally old enough to read such stuff. Please use caution when reading, some materials might offend. Otherwise enjoy and feel free to e-mail feedback to edge23@libero.it . A story for us - Chapter one This time I wanna tell you a story about a guy like us. Simple and romantic. In his infancy this baby lived, like most babies, happily with his parents. Watching soccer sit in his father's lap. The parent happily indicated names of all players of his favourite team, promising him that he'll enroll him, when he'd have had the proper age, at soccer. Happy of the promise, our friend keep playing with his friends. While he grows up it comes the age to enroll at football. The proud father, dress him with the uniform of his most loved team and entrusted him to the coach. During training he always tried to have fun and make new friendships. In his group there was some "bull" guys that at the first occasion they try to fool the girls that watchs the match on tribunes, composed. Trainings comes every sunday morning after liturgy, when as usually in this guy's little country, girls wears skirts and guys wears classic pants. During trainings it was easy for that bully guys to take a look under the skirts of the girls. Our friend, for the sudden start and to make new friends, always followed them and while his friends hidden under the tribunes to take a look under the skirts of the girls, he stayed hidden to look at his friend have fun. By the way, when he gets out with his friends in the campaign, he always take a look at his friends while they peed. Hidden behind a tree, and, maybe for curiosity, he thank, at that time, took a look at his friends. Back at home he refused to make a soccer game, to play with his friend's dolls and to sing highpitch cartoons themes. Soon he learned on memory Sailor Moon's theme song. Growing, somethings of him changed...he left soccer and enroll on volleyball, continuing singing cartoons themes helped by his sister and playing with the dools. He enrolled on a dance course too. From that moment his father changed his attitude towards him... he fooled him in front of his mother's eyes that however defended him and begun to get away and form a wall between them...invisible now but that then will be unpassable. Our friend suffers from his father's choice but doesn't stop in his life path. At the beginning of puberty he founds that he's "different". Not fisically but emotionally. Differently from his friends, he always loved what's is sensible and romantic. He cried with his gals watching a movie, cried for the nice things of life, cried for a very nice friendship, cried becouse he didn't understand what was happening to him. He looked at guys of his class with different eyes...he feel an automatic transport trough towards them, and all that make them "special". He saw gals like trust friends, but isteric ones, and even rivals...all this continued trough middle school. When he begun High School out of his little country he begun to understand all that he feels...and what all this means. Even becouse in that period he got his first love...not a common one...he fell in love with one of his room mate. Very beatiful, atletic, blonde and green eyes, funny and play guy...He dunno how to express his love becouse his friends talked of people like him of being ugly "things", monsters that shall never been on the Earth. And he founds him self the next evening doing homeworks crying for his impossible love and to fill books with phrases and confidences that only paper can listen to...But he choose at some point of his path to speak with his mother...he couldn't say it directly so he wrote her a letter to her...and the caring mum understood the situation and didn't change the love toward his son even tough his desidere to have grandsons were big...Speaking to his father wasn't an option becouse the wall is too high to break it...Our friend now is now on mature age, but lives his experience as a boy that loves a guy more than himself even tough in his family it's all ruined... This story can be a riflession on many argoments. What do you thing? You found yourself in this story or you had different experience?...more complicated...or easier? Maybe i'll tell you more of the life of this guy... Sorry for the english but i'm italian and i'm not perfect at it. Thanks to Giovanni (giovanniadamo85@hotmail.it) for the translation. Copyright 2007 Edge23, all rights reserved