Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2021 21:40:24 +0000
From: entirelyawesome <entirelyawesome@protonmail.com>
Subject: Night Swimming (A Love Story) - Chapter Two

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Night Swimming (A Love Story) Chapter 2

Spending the night with Jake was like a dream come true. I woke just as
the sun was beginning to rise from its resting place. The house was still
quiet and I found myself still in his arms. Without disturbing him, I
carefully changed position and laid my head on Jake's hairless chest. I
listened to the slow, rhythmic beating of his heart and watched his chest
rise and fall as he peacefully breathed. I gingerly lifted my head so I
could see his beautiful face and perfect (almost pouty) lips--I yearned
to kiss him. His skin was completely smooth with the exception of a
couple of tiny, adolescent blemishes, but the thing I found most
appealing about his face is his cute, button nose that wrinkles when he
laughs. He was like a cherub sleeping and looked much younger than his 14
years.

Watching the boy sleep, I knew--deep in my heart--I loved him. It was
difficult for my young mind to believe I was in love with my best friend,
nothing like this had ever happened to me. For the first time in my 13
years of life I felt true love. The heart-felt emotions I had for Jake
wrapped itself around my soul like a warm blanket on a cold morning and
drew me to him. It was as if I had been underwater my entire life and
were now taking in a breath of fresh air.

I lay there looking at my angel for what seemed like an eternity but was
likely just a few minutes. My mind was brought back into the real world
by the sounds of voices in the house. Jake's family had begun stirring
and going through their morning rituals. I woke him with a kiss and we
both smiled. When he was fully awake he hugged me and it felt as if our
souls had merged into one. After emptying our bladders, we dressed slowly
and talked about what had happened the previous night then made plans to
spend the rest of the day together.
That morning, my life had changed--and would never be the same again.

***

School began a couple of weeks later without much commotion or fanfare. I
was entering my freshman year of high school while Jake was a new
sophomore. Because I was new to the school, everything seemed strange and
a bit disorienting to me, the hallways were full of students and the buzz
of conversation was constant--I must have looked like a lost puppy. But
Jake was there, he was my anchor. We walked together through the
corridors and he made sure I knew where all of my classes were located.
He introduced me to his friends and never once appeared embarrassed or
ashamed to have me tag along with him. He was always smiling when told
people how we met this summer. Jake seemed to be very popular at the
school and everyone I met was excited to see him. When it came time for
us to part ways to go to our classes, Jake smiled to me and gave me a
little squeeze on the back of my neck.

With his cute, almost-hidden accent he said, "I know you're going to love
it here as much as I love having you here."

"I love being here with you," I smiled and said, "I'll see you after
school."

Upon arriving to my first class, I took a seat near the front of the room
and opened my backpack to retrieve a pen and notebook when I found a note
from Jake that had been placed inside the bag.

"I know things may be a little weird for you right now but don't worry,
you'll get used to this place in no time. Be nice and play well with the
other children. Thank you for coming into my life--what took you so long?
Love always, BE FRI."

I smiled to myself as a tear came to my eye, I was once again reminded I
loved Jake with all my heart and he loved me. I wish life could have
remained that simple. Mom always says, "Life is what happens while we're
making other plans." I never really understood what she meant by that,
but I was about to find out.

***

I had heard the terms "gay" and "fag" almost my entire life and never had
I associated myself with those labels. But during the past couple of
months since Jake and I had become boyfriends, those words took on new
meaning for me. We did not make the true nature of our relationship
public although we had talked about doing soon on several occasions. I
wanted everyone to know I was in love and Jake was my knight in shining
armor. But we both felt our families and friends might not understand our
affection for each other as we did.

Jake especially felt his father would not allow him to be in an openly
gay relationship. His father was extremely conservative about some topics
such as abortion, religion, and sexuality. I could not have cared less
about what my father would think about me being gay. Since the divorce,
he had not called or visited my brother, Carley, nor I even once--so, it
goes without saying, Dad and I are not very close. But Mom was a
different story. I did care what she thought about me. I was uncertain
how she would react to the news of having a gay son. There were several
occasions over the past months I had wanted to tell her, but something
held me back--that was all about to change.

***

One evening while I was finishing up some homework before bed, Mom came
into my room to chat a bit. This wasn't unusual because we would often
talk about things around bedtime. However, I was growing a bit
uncomfortable with my mother seeing me in my boxers these days. It's hard
to explain, but guess it was all part of growing up. She sat on my bed
and we discussed different topics. We used to talk about Dad and the
divorce but we don't seem to discuss it very often any more. At some
point in the conversation, Mom produced a letter and handed it to me. I
recognized it as a love note Jake had recently given to me. I must have
started blushing right away and Mom was smiling like a schoolgirl.

"I found it in your jeans when I was doing laundry. Why didn't you tell
me you were in love?"

I must admit, I was a little confused. Mom had read a note from my
boyfriend and was actually happy? "I didn't think you'd understand," I
muttered.

"Understand? Of course I understand! I think it's wonderful my little boy
is growing up and in love. What would make you think otherwise?"

Now, at this point I was under the impression she knew the object of my
affection was literally "the boy next door." It did not dawn on me Jake
had signed the note, "BE FRI" and she had assumed it was from some girl
from school.

"I was afraid you would think it wrong for us to be dating," I said
timidly.

"I must admit, I was a little concerned you might be too young, but after
giving it some thought, I believe love has no boundaries and I won't
stand in your way of being happy."

I started crying because I was so happy she understood my feelings for
Jake. We hugged and she also began crying. But it all came to an abrupt
end when I said, "Jake and I wanted to tell you and his parents when we
first fell in love this summer..."

My mother looked at me through teary eyes as though I'd suddenly  grown a
second head, "What are you talking about...?"

"Jake and I," I said realizing what she must have been thinking.

"Are you saying the letter is from Jake?" she asked still confused.

"Yes, it is," was all I could mumble.

Throughout my entire life, I've never known my mother to yell or get
angry about anything I'd ever did or said to her--this time was no
different. Even thought she didn't say it, I could tell what must have
been going on in her mind. We didn't talk much longer about it that
evening because Mom said she wanted to think about it a bit more.

I texted Jake before going to bed and told him what had happened. He was
eager to know if Mom was planning on telling his parents about us. I
wasn't sure, Mom was a little hard to figure out about some things--we'd
just have to wait.

***

I woke a bit earlier than normal the following morning after not sleeping
very well. Carley usually gets up before I do then comes in to wake me,
however, this morning he was still fast asleep while I was making myself
some breakfast. Mom came downstairs a little later, poured herself a cup
of coffee, and joined me at the kitchen counter where I was munching on
cereal.

"I thought about what we talked about last night," she began, "you know I
love you very much." I told her I knew. She continued, "I never want for
you to be hurt or unhappy. Last night I said I wouldn't stand in your way
of being happy--well, that's still true. I did, however, think we were
discussing a girlfriend but that is beside the point." She looked at me
very seriously and asked, "Do you really love Jake?"

I was somewhat embarrassed by the question but I wanted Mom to know how I
felt and how much Jake meant to me. "I do, Mom, I really do--he means the
world to me and I think about him all the time. I know that I love him
and he loves me."

Mom put her hand through my hair like she has always done, smiled and
said, "I believe you. I can tell by the way he behaves around you and
from reading his note he cares about you very much. I may not understand
the whole thing yet, but I won't stop you two from being together."

I was so happy I jumped up and hugged her. She hugged back and asked,
"Are you going to tell Jake's folks about all this?"

I told her I didn't know and she agreed to let us decide whom we informed
about our relationship. Is she a great mom or what?

***

Carley and most of our friends took the news about Jake and I pretty
well. Some of our mutual friends from school "guessed" we were boyfriends
since we were always together. We lost a couple of friends and gained
others because of our love for one another. I had no idea there were so
many gay kids around. Some would hear about Jake and I or see us holding
hands while talking and come up and introduce themselves and say things
like, "I wish I could be out like you two."

I could say we were completely open and unashamed of our feelings for
each other, but it wasn't true. We still hadn't told Jake's parents about
us. Mom seemed to be very comfortable with the idea since she found out.
But his mom and dad would be a tougher pair to win over.
Occasionally, while at Jake's house, we would bring up gay topics just to
hear their reaction to the conversation. His parents' comments were never
positive. They used words like "sin" and "unnatural" whenever we'd talk
about it so we felt it was better to tell them about us later rather than
sooner. Unfortunately, that's not how it turned out.

End of Chapter Two

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