Date: Sun, 4 Jan 2004 20:59:43 +0530 From: Kam Subject: The Boy 4 Disclaimer: This is story involving gay charcters and their relationship. If you are expecting wild monkey sex then please divert your attention to another story. The author, as in me, retains the copyright and the authority over this story and distribution or re-posting of this story through any other medium or to any other site is to be done by my consent only. Any greivances, compliments, queries or requests to the author is to be directed to the address at the bottom of this story. Flames will be ignored or laughed at. *Dear Readers* Hi Everyone, I am extremely happy, ecstatic, gay (no doubt about that though) Just after I finished posting my third chapter, I counted my mails and I found mails from 25 different people and every single one of them had positive comments on the story which I'm really happy about. Though 25 isn't a giant number but for a start I'm really happy. Now some of them have complained about the short chapters so I'm gonna start something new here. At the end of the story I'm gonna do a sort of an interactive session with the readers, don't worry you don't HAVE to read it if you don't want to. But here's something you'd really like to see - THE BOY: CH 4 Chapter 4 He ran out the door, talking to himself, saying things like, "Its wrong, shouldn't, can't do this" his words didn't seem coherent. I tried following him but he slammed the door in my face and ran down stairs. I quickly opened the door and headed for the stairs. I was confused, more like scared but I knew Marc was facing something more profound. I stopped at the top of the stairs and saw Marc sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, looking down on the floor and crying. I slowly came downstairs and moved towards the couch. I tried talking but I couldn't find the words. "Marc, I'm ..." "Just go" "But I..." "I said go, I don't wanna talk about this right now. Leav..." "Fine" I said cutting him off, "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I should've known you'd..." I stopped as I realized he wouldn't want to listen to anything I'd have to say. I took one last look at him but he still didn't look up, I walked towards the door and left. I tried to stop the tears but I couldn't help it, I ran for my house. I entered my house and quickly ran up the stairs to my room. I jumped on the bed and let it all out. What had I done wrong? What did I do that could've hurt Marc so bad? I kept cursing myself, how could I be so stupid? I lied on my bed when my mom called me downstairs I quickly washed my face and went downstairs. "Are you ok, Ian?" "I'm fine mom, I'm just a bit...worried." "Its fine Ian, of course you're worried. Everybody's worried about their firsts." "What?" I looked at my mom. What was she talking about? "Your first day, at school. Its starting tomorrow, isn't it?" "Oh... yeah. So where is it again?" "Its close, I'd say about 5 minutes walk from here. I'll drop you off tomorrow and I think you'll be able to get back on your own, ok?" "Sure, I'll manage." I shrugged "Are you sure you're ok?" "I'm fine, just a bit of "first day" pressure, that's all" What WAS I supposed to say? I made a move on the guy next door, got rejected, hurt him and left him crying on his own. Now I was hurt, confused and nervous. Why do these things always happen to me? I dragged myself upstairs and into the confines of my room. I walked over to my room and looked around till I noticed my window again. I walked over to the window and looked into Marc's bedroom, I found Marc lying on his bed, he wasn't crying anymore but I could still see he was sad, though sad seemed an understatement. I realized he was looking at something in his hands what seemed like a photograph. I could see the love on his face as he sat and looked at the picture. I turned around and closed the blinds on my window; the last thing I wanted now was he thinking I'm also spying on him. I found my school backpack and got things ready for school the next day. Everything else that day was a blur, I kept thinking about what had happened, actually, trying to figure out what had happened. The next day my mom drove me to school. When my mom left me with the Principal he introduced himself and gave me a quick crash course on school rules and whereabouts of different things and places. He took me to my class and handed me over to my homeroom teacher Mr. Welch. When I got introduced to the class, I felt like those microbe samples that are under constant scrutiny by those biologists. There wasn't much studying done as it was the first day so most of the teachers just spent time getting to know the students better or telling us about all the things that we'll be facing in the following year. By the recess time I heard from more than one student whispering about me or giving me the old 'point and giggle' By the school ended the only contact I had made was to some guys called Kevin and Alex who I don't vividly remember as I didn't look at them when I talked. I walked home, alone, when I finally reached home I quickly headed for my room, I didn't want to be faced with the routine, "So how was school?" I opened the door and saw my mom cleaning the computer. She said that Marc brought it back when I was in school; she also said that I had better go and thank him, when they're gone. "Gone? Where're are you going?" "Your aunt Macy is really sick and you Dad and I are leaving now to go see her. We might spend the night there and we know you can take care of yourself, can't you?" "I'll be fine, you guys go on." "Ok, we're leaving. You be good and stay out of trouble. Macy's number is on the refrigerator; call us if anything comes up, OK? And I don't want you missing school if we aren't here tomorrow. Well, you're smart enough, now take care." My mom kissed me on the forehead and went downstairs and I followed her to the stairs. My Dad was already at the door waiting. They both yelled 'Goodbye' and left. I returned to my room when I heard the car drive away. I played some games on the computer till I got bored. I came back downstairs. Remembering what my Mom said, I walked out the door. I started walking towards Marc's house but when I got there I couldn't find the courage to go in so kept walking aimlessly on the sidewalk. After I had moved far enough from Marc's house, I turned around and saw a car pulling up in his driveway. I tall and rugged guy got out of the car and rang Marc's doorbell. I stood and watched as Marc open the door, he gave the guy a fake smile which I don't think the guy noticed I walked off the sidewalk and onto the street to get a better look still careful enough to not let him see me. Marc gave him a tight hug and the guy gave him a kiss on the forehead, I finally knew what was wrong. How could have I not known? I looked down and mentally kicked myself for this. I looked up, Marc was looking at me and he looked panicked. I turned around to avoid his eyes and saw a truck heading straight for me, I felt a sharp pain and then everything went, blank. ******************************************************************************************************************************** So how was that for a cliffhanger? I'm sure you're all pissed already. Before I continue...Of all the mails I've received till now I've replied to all and I hope you've got em all, they were all very very very special (even the perverted ones). This is to notify reader, John M. that I've received your mail but couldn't reply as all mails bounced back, so, this is just to thank you for your mail. I really appreciated the ideas that you presented and yes, this story is leading exactly where you guessed it, so that's another reason you'll like the end. Now everyone...I hope you're enjoying the story so far, if you're not then get outta here and look for something else LOL. I guess you've already guessed I love doing these cliff-hangers, so I hope I'm not irritating you all, much. ________THE BIG NEWS_______ Now here, I'd like to announce a contest. The person whose answer I like the most will get a .rtf file of all the 11 chapters compiled together. So while others figure out what the hell will happen next you'll be the only person to know. 'Cause only 3 person on this planet have the whole series. One of them being me and the others are 2 of my friends. But before I start this contest...I'd like to know if you guys think I should do it or not, or if you prefer waiting 24-48 hours before I post another installment or you'd want the easy way out. Remember, there will be only one winner. So think about it and mail me if you think if you'd want this. Kam - kamguy@alexandria.cc