Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2009 22:30:55 -0800 (PST) From: Agent Orange Subject: Weekend at Brian's 5 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. This work contains homosexual acts that take place between two minors. The author does not condone sexual activity with minors. If this is illegal in your area by local, county, province, or national law, please stop reading now and go elsewhere. Authors Note: This chapter is written in first person from Brian's point of view. Weekend at Brian's -- Chapter 5 I can't believe I just walked out of Matt's house. What the fuck is wrong with me? First I admit that I get hard when I'm around him, then I just up and leave. Great, now he's gonna think I'm a fucking homo. I AM a homo, but he didn't need to know that yet. He's my best friend, but now he's not gonna want to hang around with me. Our friendship will be over, and it's all because I couldn't keep my stupid mouth shut. I kicked the stones away from me that were on the sidewalk. I knew I shouldn't have left him home alone, but there's no way I could stay there right now. Hell, he probably wants to kick my ass. Matt and I had been friends for as long as I can remember, and now I think I'm gonna lose him over this. The thought ripped at me. I didn't know what I would do if I ever lost Matt. Sure, he wasn't the brightest kid out there, and people always tell me I could do better, but it's not like he was a bad guy. He didn't really get into trouble. Ok...yeah he did, but he didn't go looking for it. It always just kind of found him. Throughout all of that, I stuck by his side, and now...now I wasn't sure if he'd stick by mine. I guess it could be a good thing though. If he's like all the other boys in school and doesn't like gay people, then it's better to know now than to invest more time into a friendship that's just gonna fall apart anyway. I almost turned around and went back, just to see what he wanted to say, but thought better of it. When I was halfway home I realized that my face was wet. I looked up at the black sky to see stars; it wasn't raining, yet there was wetness on my face. That's when I knew I had been crying. I guess the thought of loosing Matt meant more to me than I thought. There's no way I can go back now anyway, I can't let him see me cry, it's bad enough already. I could see my house up in the distance and saw that the downstairs lights were still on. If I went home now, my mom would ask me a bunch of annoying questions about why I was home, and why I was crying. I didn't want to deal with those questions right now, so I continued walking and went to the park. I loved the park, but it was so different at night. Shadows were everywhere, and everything was so dark. It fit my mood perfectly. I found the closest bench and sat down. I had some serious thinking to do. But no matter how much thinking I did, nothing was going to change the way that Matt responded to what he heard, or what he assumed from what he heard. I shouldn't have walked out on him like that. Friends didn't do that to each other. Friends listened to each others problems and tried to help them when they needed it. Would Matt really try to hear me out? Would he not judge me, or tell me that I'm a sick freak? There were so many more questions that went through my mind until I heard footsteps behind me. When I turned around, I saw a man in a long black trench coat walking in my direction. He had his hands in his pockets, and he had sunglasses on. At night. Well that's weird. My legs didn't give my brain time to register everything that was happening. I stood up and made to walk away when he spoke to me. "Hang on, kid." I pulled up short and turned around. "What?" "Why you running away from me?" He asked in a gravelly voice of a two pack a day smoker. "I don't know you." "We can change that." "Um. I don't think so." I turned around and ran all the way home, turning back every once and a while to make sure that the creepy guy wasn't following me. I know what he wanted, but I wasn't going to give it to him. I may be gay, but I don't want to get kidnapped and have some pervy old man touching me, and making me do things I didn't want to do. I walked up the driveway and saw the lights were off in the house now. That's a relief. I didn't know where else I would have gone if my mom was still awake; probably back to Matt's but that's something I would rather avoid. I quietly unlocked the door and crept inside up to my room. I didn't know what I'd do about the morning, but decided that I would worry about it then. Of course, she wouldn't expect me to be home, so I could just hide out in my room all day and then she'd never know that I was even here. I walked over to my computer and booted it up; I wanted to check my mail before I went to bed. I sat there waiting for everything to load and realized too late that my messenger program automatically loaded and signed me into the service. Matt was signed on, but his status said he was idle. Maybe he was busy looking at one of his gaming sites. I quickly opened an IM box to him and typed something simple, yet to the point. "Don't Matt. Just Don't." If he didn't get that, then I didn't know what I would do. I'd probably ignore him until I was ready to talk to him, which I didn't know when that would be, if ever. I sighed. I can't think like that, I told myself. I knew Matt was my best friend, and he'd try to help me if he knew everything that was going on, but I couldn't tell him everything; even though I almost did tonight. Maybe if he understands the boners thing, then he might be ok with me being gay...then again, maybe that's a stretch. But he IS my best friend. I got up from my desk and left my computer running. I slowly took off my shoes, and shirt. I undid my brown leather belt, unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them; letting them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them, leaving my white briefs on, and crawled into bed. As I was trying to fall asleep, the realization of loosing Matt finally hit me. I knew he wasn't lost yet... but I had a feeling he would be soon. I didn't know what I'd do if I lost Matt. Who would I talk to? Who would be my friend? I couldn't help myself; I started to cry quietly into my pillow. To Be Continued... A/N: Many thanks to my editor who diligently goes over all my work and makes it legible. 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