Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2001 10:31:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: J X <xxx_supafly@yahoo.com>
Subject: Memoirs Chapter 2

As always, this story can't be reproduced without my
consent, blah blah blah.  You should know the drill by
now.

Quick Note:  This is a rather short chapter.  But I
just couldn't have squeezed any more into this chapter
without getting repititious or boring.  I've started
work on Chapter 3, which will hopefully be longer than
this one.  Check out my site for updates.
http://www.angelfire.com/mi3/TripleX

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Okay, we're back here with me in the present now.
Things were going great for me. I finally had a stage
where I could showcase my talents, at least on a
weekly basis. I had a best friend who I absolutely
loved. And had met Doyle. If I had died at that
moment, at least I would've died a happy man. But as
all of you know, my life story doesn't end there.
Start the flashback music up again.

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Chapter 2: Doyle

As was usual for the weekend, I awoke at about noon. I
would not have awoke then, if it were not for the
phone ringing. I stumbled from bed and made my way to
my desk. I clicked the speaker phone on, and yawned,
not even saying hello.

"Ethan, was your lazy ass still sleeping?"

As I supspected, it was Ashley. She knew I slept late,
but always managed to call sometime before I woke up.

"Of course," I said, yawning at the finish of my
statement. "Its the weekend,"

"Get ready,"

"Why?" I said, annoyed that she woke me up, to make me
leave the house immediately.

"I'm coming over, and bringing someone with me,"

"You better be talking about Doyle,"

"No stupid, I'm talking about Megan," (Megan was this
girl at school that both Ashley and I hated)

"Okay, can you give me like a half hour?"

"Sure thing sweety. See ya later,"

"Bye,"

With that, I clicked the phone off. I sat in the chair
for a minute or so, trying to get the energy to make
it towards the bathroom. It came to me eventually, and
I trudged towards the bathroom. I walked in and
flicked the water on. I set the temperature gauge to
"Ethan" (I loved those showers) and stumbled tiredly
back to my bedroom.

I dug in my closet for a few seconds and eventually
pulled out an outfit to my liking. I tucked it under
my arm and walked over to my computer (Which I had
left on all night.) I pressed the eject button on the
cd burner, and the cd for my show popped out. I picked
it up with my finger and brought it with me to the
bathroom. I popped it into the cd player and began to
undress as Mariah Carey began to blare through the
speakers. I climbed quickly under the water and let it
remove any sleepiness I had left in me.

I hurried through my normal shower activities, even
excluding my favorite shower past time of jerking off.
Because knowing Ashley like I did, a half hour would
be a maximum of 15 minutes. So I quickly rinsed the
soap from my hair and flicked the shower off. I
grabbed a towel from the towel rack and began to dry
the water from my body. After I had dried to my
liking, I fastened the towel around my waist and stood
looking at myself in the mirror.

'I'm cute' I thought to myself. "Got a damned good
body," I said, flexing for the mirror. "And beautiful
blue eyes, before the contact lenses change them to
purple of course." Just hope this package is enough to
impress Doyle.

I tore myself from the mirror and quickly put my
clothes on. I was about to exit the bathroom, leaving
my hair a mess, thinking it was just Ashley coming
over. But as I stepped foot out of the bathroom, I
remembered about Doyle. I rushed quickly back to the
mirror and ripped my gel from the drawer. I squirted a
glob onto my fingertips and ruffled it into my hair. I
gave myself an approving thumbs up and exited the
bathroom.

I walked back into my bedroom and glanced over at the
telephone. The caller ID was blinking, so I checked to
see who it was. Two calls had came in the short time I
was in the shower. I picked up the phone and began to
check the voice mail.

"You have 2 new messages," The computerized voice
spoke to me. "First new message, sent at 12:47 pm,"

"Hey Ethan honey, its mom. I'm at your Aunt Caitlyn's.
Call if you need anything,"

"Big whoop mom, I knew you were there anyways," I
said, erasing the message.

"Next message, sent at 12:53 pm,"

"Hey Ethan, its Me. Listen, I'm not gonna be able to
make it, so I'm sending Doyle by himself. Call me!
Later babes,"

At that exact moment in time, I wanted to kill Ashley.
I erased the message, and slammed the phone back onto
the base. I should've known she'd do something like
this. She knew how shy I was, and yet she set it up
for me to spend the day with this incredibly gorgeous
guy, who I had known for less than 24 hours. Damn her!
I took a seat at my computer and stared blankly at the
screen saver, which flashed at me the lyrics to a song
I had written called "First Impression."

"First Impression," I muttered aloud. "I made a good
one of those, its the second one I'm worried about,"

I let out a sigh then walked over to my dresser. I
slipped on some deodorant, and picked up the notebook
from atop the dresser. 'Unfinished Works'adorned the
cover. That was my nice way for saying 'Troublesome
pain in the ass songs that I can make absolutely no
progress on no matter how I try, but yet I keep
trying.' I had time to kill, so I decided to waste it
on trying to get something accomplished on these
songs. I took the book and walked with it to my
keyboard on the opposite side of the room. I opened
the book and flipped blankly through the pages until I
found the song I was looking for.

"Ah 'Sweet Nothings', how I loathe you," I spoke to
the book, seating it onto the music holster.

I began to play back the notes I had gotten done so
far, to refresh my memory. After I had reminded myself
of the tempo for the songs, I sang the lyrics I had
accomplished so far.

" just wanna whisper... Sweet Nothings in your ear
Whenever you are near Each and every day I tried to
make you stay But still, my love you^Òre gone Gone
away....."

I stared blankly at the lyrics. As always, nothing
came to me. I had written that chorus almost 2 years
ago, and had accomplished no more on it since that
day. It was the longest resident ever of my
"Unfinished Works" book. I hated this song. There were
times I wanted to rip it up and forget I had ever
written it. But my grandfather, who was also a
musician told me never to do that. "Never trash a
song," he told me. "You never ever know when you'll
think of something that will fit into a song you wrote
years ago," Those words always rang up in my ears
anytime I thought about torching any stupid song I
couldn^Òt work on. So there came the creation of the
"Unfinished Works" notebook.

I continued to play around with the notes. Trying
desperately to change anything on it, so I could at
least pretend I had accomplished something on it. But
still, nothing came. But that didn^Òt stop me, I
continued to waste my time on it until I heard the
door alert system go off.

"Someone is at the door," the computerized voice spoke
to me.

The voice continued to speak to me until I walked into
the living room and shut the alarm off. I gave myself
a quick glance in the mirror then went and answered
the door. As I opened the door, there stood Doyle,
looking as good as I had ever seen him.

"Hey," I spoke trying desperately to disguise my
nervousness. "Come on in,"

He walked in and I shut the door behind him. He walked
over and took a seat on the sofa. I looked over at him
and felt my heart skip a beat. He was here. With me.
Alone. I just seriously hoped I didn't do anything to
screw this up.

You want something to drink?" I asked, breaking the
ice.

"Sure, water if you got it," He said, looking at the
pictures that adorned the coffee table.

I chuckled lightly to myself. "If we got it." I didn't
speak in return, just walked into the kitchen and
grabbed two bottled waters from the refrigerator. I
returned to the living room to find Doyle walking
around the room, looking at the loads of pictures that
covered the walls. I was an only child, from a single
parent, who just happened to be a photographer. So
needless to say, my mom went a little over board on
the picture taking.

"Here," I said, handing Doyle the water.

"Thanks," He replied, unscrewing the cap and taking a
big drink. "You were a cute baby," He said, returning
to the sofa. "Glad to see some things never change,"
He avowed, flashing me that gorgeous smile.

I was instantly melted (like always, it seems) the
second he looked at me. I smiled back brightly at him,
unable to speak. I took a drink of my water and
cleared my throat. The nervousness still had a hold on
me.

"So what do you want to do today?" I asked, sitting my
water down on the end table next to me.

"Anything you had planned is fine with me. I know its
kinda wrong that Ash dropped me on you like this with
no warning,"

Finally someone in this world who understood what
Ashley was like. Not to say I was all that mad about
today. I probably would've spent all day messing
around with songs, and trying to get whatever little
parts I had left for my show together.

"I was probably just gonna write all day. I've had
some great ideas for some new songs lately," I
explained.

"Really? Do you write you own music?"

"For most of my songs. I've used samples for a few of
them,"

"That is so cool. I have never been able to write my
own music, lyrics I can do,"

If I had not already had the world's biggest crush on
him at that point; that sealed the deal. Doyle had
already been boosted to perfect status in my mind. And
now I find out that he is a song writer. I was now
officially head over heels.

"I had no idea you wrote. I got an idea, why don't we
just spend the day inside. Just me, you and my
keyboard?"

"Sounds great to me," He said, standing. "Just one
more thing though,"

"What's that?" I asked, standing also.

"Can we order a pizza later, I'm starving," He
laughed, once again melting me with his smile.

"Sure thing," I laughed, as I led him down the hall
towards my bedroom.

I could not believe it. I had finally met a fellow
song writer. The only person I had ever written a song
with was my grandfather. But he had died awhile back,
so my song writing became a solo effort.

As we entered my bedroom, Doyle immediately made his
way to my keyboard. He picked up the 'Unfinished
Works' notebook and began to read the page it was open
to. He was looking at the page questioningly, which
was actually a very cute look on him. He sat the book
in his lap then looked up at me.

"November 14, 2011?" He asked, referring to the date
above "Sweet Nothings"

"Unfortunately yes. I have not been able to get
anything accomplished on that song in that long,"

"Yikes," He said, sitting to book back onto the music
holster. "Lets start with this one. I'm sure with both
our minds directed at it, we can at least get a verse
done," He said, laughing at the finish of his
statement.

"Don't be so sure," I laughed back, sitting down at
the keyboard.

I began to play back the notes for him. I sang the
lyrics softly, as always closing my eyes. When I
opened them, they connected with Doyle's, who had been
staring at me the entire time.

"What?" I asked, self-consciously.

"Nothing. I just love your voice. I really fell in
love with it after listening to your CD last night,"
He said, looking me straight in the eye.

I couldn't speak in return. Anytime I was complimented
on my music, all I could do was smile. And then add to
it the affect Doyle's amazing smile had on me, I was
speechless. It was becoming an awkward silence. But I
couldn't pull myself away from his sparkling green
eyes. After a few moments I was able to shake myself
back to reality, and play back the notes once more.

"So, what do you think?" I asked, at the finish of the
last note.

"Well," He started, but then paused. "I think we
should try to drift into a slower rhythm,"

"Okay. Something like this?" I asked, altering the
melody to give it a slow tempo.

"That's perfect," He said, pulling up the chair from
my desk and sitting infront of me.

"Well, lets get to work on the lyrics now,"

"Okay,"

Doyle walked back to my desk and grabbed an ink pen
and a few loose pieces of paper. He jotted down the
"Sweet Nothings" title atop the paper, then began to
stare at it. He instructed me to keep playing back the
melody, which I did. After a few minutes, he began to
jot down some lyrics.

After he finished them, he handed me the paper. I
looked the lyrics over very approvingly, and began to
play back the melody. I played it one more time, and
began to sing the lyrics Doyle had written.

"Where did I go wrong? Why am I here, writing this
song? I always searched for love A love like you But
now you're gone and I Don't know what to do If I could
get you back Back in my arms I'd show you there's
nothing I won't do To make it up to you"

Doyle was once again staring at me when I opened my
eyes. I smiled nervously, and took a drink of my
water. He was still staring. I was beginning to think
I had something in my teeth.

"You stare at me alot," I said, sitting my water down.


"Can't help myself. You're nice to look at," He said,
sliding foward on his chair and resting his elbows on
my keyboard.

"Oh really?" I asked, beginning to flirt.

"Yes, really,"

With that, his lips met mine. A surge of emotion ran
through me as his lips softly caressed mine. My heart
was racing. I had wanted to do that since I had met
him. The kiss lasted only a few short seconds, but I
could not stop smiling as we pulled apart.

"Sorry," He said. "I've been wanting to do that all
day," He said again, blushing at the end of his
statement. "Don't be sorry. It was great," I replied,
placing my hand on top of his.

We stayed silent for a few seconds, just staring into
each other's eyes. I was never a believer in love at
first site, but my views were quickly changing. I had
only met Doyle the previous day, but I was already
feeling emotions for him I had never felt in my life.
I felt completely connected to this man, who was
basically a stranger. And as my hand connected with
his, I knew that this feeling was right.

After we got over the nervousness of our first kiss, I
walked away from the keyboard and plopped down on the
bed. I laid down and began to stare at the ceiling.
Doyle walked over and plopped down on the opposite
side of me. I saw his head lay next to mine out of the
corner of my eye. He stretched his arms above his
head, eliciting cracks from the joints of his arms. He
rested his hands under his head, then spoke.

"You have an incredibly beautiful ceiling," He
laughed.

"Don't I though?" I joked back, propping myself up on
my elbow.

He followed suit and propped himself up on his elbow
and stared at me. I stared back at him, trying my best
to take in all of his wonderful features. I was over
the awkwardness that before came with staring. I just
continued to stare, enjoying the sparkle of his
beautiful green eyes, the way his lips formed just the
perfect smile, and even the tiny little mole
underneath his left eye. He was beautiful, and some
little voice inside me told me I was in love.

After what seemed like a never ending staring contest,
I sat up on the bed. I twisted in my spot, in a vague
attempt to crack my back. I walked back over to the
keyboard, and picked up the 'Unfinished Works' book. I
gave it a look of disgust, and tossed it back to my
dresser.

"You wrote a great song, but its not going to go with
that chorus," I said, painfully aware that NOTHING
would ever go with that chorus.

"I was thinking that myself," He said, laying once
more down on the bed.

"So what do we do now?" I asked, laying down on the
bed also.

"Well. I was thinking about kissing you again?" He
said questioningly.

"I like that idea," I replied coyly, propping myself
up once more on my elbow.

He smiled then sat up on the bed. He brought his hand
to my cheek and stroked it gently, making me shiver
deep inside. He then slowly brought his lips to mine.
The kisses started off as just short pecks, but
quickly turned into a passionate fury. I slowly opened
my mouth, inviting Doyle's tongue to enter. I began to
feel the velvety softness of his tongue caress the
inside of my mouth. I lay back slowly on the bed, my
lips still not leaving Doyle's. He followed me down,
moving his kissing slowly down my jawline, tracing it
with sweet kisses. As he reached the center of my
chin, he licked me. Bewildered, I looked up into his
eyes. As my eyes connected with his he burst into
laughter. He collapsed onto my chest, in an attempt to
catch his breath.

"You are one weird boy," I laughed

"I know," He said, wiping the tears of laughter from
his eyes. "But you like it,"

"So what if I do?" I asked coyly, planting a quick
kiss on his lips.

"Don't get yourself in trouble Mr. Christiansen," He
said in a vague attempt to sound stern.

"Oh I won't. I can behave," I said, kissing him
quickly again. "But can you?"

"Guess I'll have to won't I?"

"You betcha," I said, pushing him off of me. "Now lets
go order that pizza, I'm hungry,"

"Okay,"

So Doyle and I hopped from my bed and made it to my
kitchen. I called Jensen's and ordered a large pizza
for Doyle and I to split. After the order was placed,
Doyle and I went into the living room to watch TV. I
flicked the TV on to MTV2, the all video channel.
Doyle and I continued to chat about stupid things,
like school, cars, boys, etc. The videos were only on
for noise.

Eventually our pizza arrived, and we took our chatting
into the dining room. The tension I had felt earlier
had quickly left. Doyle made me feel completely at
ease with my sexuality, something I had yet to come to
terms with. I felt as if I were talking to an old
friend now, not some guy who less than 24 hours before
had made me stutter when I spoke. For the first time
in a very long time, I honestly felt happy. And Doyle
had brought that to me.

* * *

The rest of the night was pretty boring, so I won't
bore you with the details. Doyle wound up staying
until almost midnight, when my mother said it was time
for him to leave. I was beaming inside. Doyle made me
feel like I had never felt before in my life. He
touched my life so much in such a little amount of
time. This was someone I could easily get to love.