Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2001 13:29:55 EST From: Virgo9078@mediaone.net Subject: Heart to heart/Part one Haa..you know the routine. If your under eighteen, I wouldn't reccomend you reading this, but I can't stop you. NO copying my writings, please. Okay, on with the story. There really isn't anything sexual about this chapter..It's just here for introduction purposes.. *NOTE* THIS IS ENTIRELY FICTION. *NOTE* ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- The buzzing of the alarm clock brought me crashing out of a peaceful slumber, and erotic dreams of my secret love, Chris. I mean, He wasn't gay..I was sure of it, but he and I were best friends, and god I loved him..Everything about him was amazing..His gorgeous smile, his brown hair...and ugh..Those eyes..Someone could loose themselves in those brown orbs..Before I continue..I suppose it would be best to introduce myself..I'm John, aged 14. I'm fairly well built, although I've never actually worked out before. At one time I did..But for some reason as soon as I admitted to myself I was gay, I lost all intrest in anything ahteletic. I've got ice blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair that falls just short of my eyes. "John!" I heard my mother shout upstairs. "Hurry up, Your breakfast is getting cold!" "Comming, Mother!" I called back. At least it was a saturday..So I could mope around my room for a bit, taking as long as I wanted to get ready. To hell with breakfast. I rummaged through one of my drawrs, looking for a shirt to put on..Nothing good..Damn! I checked the next drawer, and found the exactly the same thing. After a while of throwing clothes around the room, looking for a good shirt..I reluctantly pulled on a solid black one. As for pants..Well..i liked being in my boxers as much as possible.  I made my way the mahogany stairs, making no effort to hold on to the banister. My mother had always told me it was best to hold on, but why would I listen? "It took you long enough" my mother said curtly. "Yah, Er...Sorry" I said in response. "What are we eatin'?" "Bacon and eggs.." She said with a slight giggle "Burnt bacon..and dry eggs." "Your too good to me." I replied sarcasticlly. "Well, Somebody has to do it, ya know..Your father wasn't exactly a nurturing parent." She added that last part so bitterly, it made me cringe. My mother had divorced with I was about 7--He got custody. No more than two years later, my father died from a heart attack. I used to blame it on myself, but the doctors said it was most likely from alcohol. I didn't actually believe them though, I figured they were just saying that to make me feel better. And my mother was right..My father never really gave me too much structure. He spent his time doing his stuff, and I spent mine doing what I wanted. We never really talked. "Well, Aren't you going to eat?" My mother spoke up. "Gee..I donno..It all looks SO good..I don't think I want to eat it.." I said sarsticlly..Barely managing to supress a giggle. "Suit yourself." She said as she bit into a peice of bacon. It made a loud crunch, and my mother grimaced. She swallowed, relucatantly. I thought she was going to puke. "Your such a good cook..I can tell you really did go to Cullinary School, too" I said with a innocent grin on my face. "I know..It shows, dosen't it?" She replied. "Oh well, mom..I'm not really hungry. I'm going to go upstairs" "Alright sweetie. Don't spend all day up there now..I'm off for work." And with that, we headed our seperate ways. Me, back up the stairs, and to my room, and my mother heading off to work. I opened the door, to my room and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. "Boo!" Someone called I almost had a heart attack. Until I saw it was chris, That is. Uggggh! Everytime I saw him I almost melted! He sexiest voice I've ever heard..and as I told you before, those EYES...God. "Oh..Chris. It's just you.." "Just me? Just me?! John..I'm hurt.." He whined playfully. That stuff worked too..Especially with me. Chris was so cute when he whined. "Aww...Your poor thing.." "Ya..Poor me." He said as he punched me in the arm playfully. "What are you here for so early in the morning, Anyways?" Chris blinked, and then looked down. Apparently he hadn't planned on me asking him that. "John..I..I'm gay." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Heh..Thats the end of the first part...Don't worry, the next part gets better. If you have any comments..E-mail me at: Virgo9078@mediaone.net Alright, I'll see you very soon with another installment to this.