Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2007 01:30:43 -0800
From: Scott MacIlherron <alistairsstory@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alistair's Story, Chapter 2, Gay Male College

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                   Alistair's Story Chapter 2


I woke up after I don't know how long in the nurse's office.  No
one was around at the time so I assumed that they were in the
other room.  I groaned and felt my head where I hit it.  Just
behind and above my right ear there was a big knot.  As soon as I
touched the knot I regretted it.  It was so sore and pain
throbbed through it causing me to wince.

     As the nurse heard my groan she came into the room and said,
"So how are you feeling now?"
     "Just peachy," I said sarcastically.  "My head is throbbing
and I have a knot on my head the size of an ostrich egg."

     "Really now, it's not that big," she said.  "Now that you're
awake I am going to put a cold compress on the bump and then you
can leave the office," she said as she reached for a bag with ice
in it.

     After the cold compress was held to my head for awhile the
nurse said if I continued to hold it on lump it would help the
swelling go down.  I got up and gathered my stuff that I assume
John brought with him when he took me to the nurses office.  As I
was walking out the nurse said.

     "Excuse me Mr. MacNaughton, the man that brought you in left
a phone number and said for you to call him and tell him if you
are going to live or not."  At that she started to chuckle, she
said, "Sorry, that's what the note says."

     "Sorry for troubling you with my minor injury," I said.

     "Nonsense, if it weren't for stuff like this happening
during the day, I wouldn't be working here right now.  Have a
good day."

     She then handed me the note which I pocketed then walked
out.

     I started walking toward my truck and thought to my self
that I should call him.  He was nice enough to bring me to the
nurse's office.  I also have to let him know that what happened
to me was not his fault.  He thought he scared me.  I'm so
stupid; I always ruin things like this because of what happened
to me.  I know that there are normal people out there and not
everyone is trying to take advantage of me.

     After all this thought I decided that I would call him.  I
pulled out the note and read it.  It really did say `call me and
tell me if you are going to live or not.'  I looked at the number
and then saved it onto my phone.  After the whole process of
typing his name and saving the correct number I dialed.

     It rang a couple of times before he picked it up.

     "Hello," He said.

     "Hey, it's Alistair."

     "Feel better, that was a nasty bump you had on your head,"
He said sincerely.

     "Well, your note said to tell you if I was alive.  Well I'm
not really sure if I am talking to you from the after life or
not.  If this is the after life, it's pretty crappy, looks and
feels like where I just left."  I said trying to make fun of the
issue.

     "Hey just a minute.  Where are you right now?" He said.

     "I am walking over to my truck, why?"

     "I just got out of class and we haven't talked about our
project yet.  I thought that we could meet up at Espresso Metro
and figure this out."

     "OK," I said.  "I'll see you there in five minutes."

     "OK, see you in a few."  Then he hung up.

     I started walking toward the coffee shop from my truck that
was parked in William Land Park.  I was thinking to myself if I
should tell him why I panicked earlier.  I continued thinking to
myself if I should live a lie or stop living a lie.  I had never
told anyone what happened that didn't know about the incident or
the fact that I was gay.  Living in a rural republican county
doesn't help much with self confidence about being gay.  I have
lived all my life in fear that if I told anyone that I would be
screamed and yelled at, have the shit kicked out of me, and lose
my so called friends.  I know, real friends would not care either
way but I guess that I have been brain washed by being near so
many homophobes.  I have heard so many comments such as, "I don't
care if people are gay or not, just as long as they keep to
themselves and don't publicly display it because that is just
disgusting." Or, "Gay people are fine just as long as they keep
their distance and don't try to hit on me because if they did I
would kick their ass."

     I arrived at Espresso Metro and sat down to wait for John.
Shortly after I sat down John walked up, dropped his bag next to
a chair and sat down.

     "Hey, sorry about this morning when I sacred you.  When I
grabbed your shoulder you just kind of freaked out.  I didn't try
to and I feel bad about you getting hurt." He said.

     I thought about telling him at this point but I kept
thinking to myself that he does not need to know that.  I know I
will just tell him that it wasn't his fault at all and if he asks
I won't explain.

     "No, it's not your fault," I said.

     "What do you mean, I was the one who grabbed you and scared
you."

     "No, you just don't understand.  It was something that
happened to me in high school and it is just a reaction to that.
Sorry that I scared you though."  I said trying to dodge the
subject.

     "What happened to you, did someone beat you up?"  He asked
inquisitively.

     OK I thought to my self, this is where you can be vague and
dodge the subject.  "Yea, something like that, no big deal
though.  Its ancient history now."

     "Well it has to be something that still affects you.  You
freaked out and started panicking when I touched you."  He said
prying deeper into my life.

     "No, No.  Please, I don't want to talk about this.  Please
just, no." I said putting my foot down.

     "Hey, sorry man, I didn't mean to pry."  He said
apologizing.  I could tell that he still wanted to find out what
had happened to me.

     "Nah, its ok.  Any way lets get started on what we are going
to do on this project."  I said changing subject.  Since we have
to do two separate projects if its ok I'll go first, I'm doing my
presentation on melodramas and it will go right into your subject
of Film and Television."

     "I was wondering when I saw the paper what a melodrama was."
He said.

     "It's a form of theatre where the audience participates," I
explained.  "When the villain or villainess comes onto the stage
the whole audience boo's and hisses.  When the hero comes on,
everyone shouts hooray.  When the heroin enters everyone says
Ahhhhhhh.  When anyone enters or exits they have piano music
accompanying them.  Also every character has his or her own
entrance and exit music.  When the villain is about to do
something bad the piano player rumbles the low notes to give the
audience an ominous feeling.  Now if you think of the classic
villain this is the form of theatre where we get our villain
image from.  In most of the American melodramas the villain
dresses in black, wears a cape, and wears a black top hat.  He
usually has black hair that is slicked back with a handle bar
mustache that he twirls.  He walks around very mischievous like,
like Groucho Marks.  Also the actors ask the audience questions
such as the hero, `Should I marry her?  Should I?'  At that the
audience usually replies, `yes, yes.'  The villain tells the
audience his plot and asks if it is fool proof.  They usually
shout, `no, don't do it.'  In these types of plays you don't
always stick just to your lines.  You will adlib and make
comments about the audience.  If the villain doesn't get enough
boos and hisses when he enters, he will tell the audience, `you
can do better than that,' or, `that was pathetic.'  Then he will
go out and re enter.  This type of play was very popular into the
`20's then it started dying.  When moving pictures and movies
first came out they filmed melodramas.  Without melodramas we
would not have our TV shows or movies as we know them now."

     "Wow," he said.  "I haven't even put that much thought into
mine yet.  I still have to do tons or research but it looks like
you got you presentation down already."

     "Well, I've done a melodrama before so I know all about it.
I didn't have to do any research.  That's why I picked it."  I
said mater of fact like.

     "At least I have the first part of my research done for me."
He said.  "Now I know where to start.  Your presentation will be
able to segue perfectly into mine.  I bet most people's
presentations won't be able to do that."

     "I can help you on research if you want since I don't have
to do any of my own."  I said.

     "You don't have to do that." He said trying to be nice.  "I
can do my research for my part.  You just were smart enough to
pick something that you knew about."

     "No, It's really ok.  It'll be fun."  I said trying to get
him to accept.

     "OK," he said reluctantly.  "You can't do all of the
research and then just give it to me the results to present.  I
actually want to do something."

     "Fine by me," I said.  "Well I'll talk on Friday and bring
what I found, then we can collaborate and get our presentation
set and ready to go way ahead of time."

     That's when we headed our separate ways to go home.  All I
could think is I chickened out again.  I didn't tell him.  Then I
started thinking that if I did would he ignore me?  Would he not
like me?  Would he try to beat me?  That was my biggest question.
I still didn't have that much trust in people even though it had
happened so long ago.  So I went home to do some research on the
history of TV.

     I hopped onto Google and started searching.  The first thing
that I found was very interesting; a German named Paul Nipkow
developed a disk like a record that transmitted pictures over a
wire in 1884.  It was called the Nipkow disk.  This was the
earliest electromechanical TV system.  But it was abandoned early
on for better versions of the TV.

     The site was very interesting it had the history of the TV
and all its components from the very beginning all the way up
until present day.  I got a lot of info down on this one site and
decided that I was going to stop there because John was adamant
that I only help do his project and not do it for him.  If I
didn't stop myself there I could have continued and done his
whole project myself.   Yea I'm kinda nerdy that way, if I find
something that interests me just a little bit I will find out all
the information about it.  I was going to keep my word though and
stop.

     Later that night I went to bed and that night all my dreams
were filled with John.  Everything I dreamed about had John in it
and every time in each dream he ended up telling me that he was
gay and we got together.

     In the morning I woke up with my typical morning wood and
smiled to myself remembering the dreams that I had during the
past night.  As I lie there in bed, that smile that I had on my
face slowly disappeared as I realized that I would never get John
because he wasn't gay.  Oh well, I can dream, can't I?

     Later that day he met up with me after our history class and
I gave him the information I had conjured up the night before.
Once again we decided to head over the Espresso Metro to talk, go
over our projects, and of course to have some good coffee and
lunch.  As we got there and got in line I got my usual triple
shot of espresso and a fiesta burrito.  John got a double shot
white mocha and some tomato basil soup.

     We sat there and talked about our upcoming project and that
with my research and his put together ours was completed right
then and there and now all we had to do was wait for our
presentation date to roll around.   After we figured out all the
little details about our project our conversation turned to
normal college talk, classes, professors, sports, and the other
usual culprits.  Finally our conversation rolled around to
parties.

     "So do you party much?" He asked me.

     "Once in a while, most of the parties that I go to are not
with people my age though."  I stated.

     "Partying with the folks?"  He laughed.

     "No, I belong to a club up where I live called the Mother
Lode Scots and they have parties for everything."  I explained.
"They have parties for Christmas, New Years, Robert Burns Supper,
Scottish New Years, Scottish Whiskey tasting, basically anytime
that they get a chance to have a party they do.  By being a part
of the club I am invited to all of the parties.  There is lots of
drinking, everyone drinks scotch and no one drinks crap scotch,
most of all the scotch that we drink is expensive.  Like anywhere
from $50 a bottle to $200.  Other than that I didn't go to many
parties in high school.  I went to two parties and both were at a
friend's house and only 10 to 12 people were there that were all
close friends.  Even though I party like that I don't smoke pot
or drink often even though I like drinking.  I know I am a light
weight when it comes to drinking because I am not conditioned."
When I said conditioned I made the parentheses signs with my
fingers.

     He laughed at that.  "Well you are going to have to come to
one of mine then we will get you conditioned quickly enough."  He
mimicked me when he said conditioned.  "Tonight I'm having a
party at my house, stop by if you want."

     "OK," I said, "I think I will.  Where do you live?"

     At that point he wrote down the directions to where he lived
and handed them to me and told me, "You don't have to bring
anything, just show up, if you can?"

     We had finished our lunches and class was about to start.
"I'm pretty sure that I can make it so I will see you then."

     As I was walking back to my class I kept thinking, `I hope
that I don't get too drunk.  If I do I might just up and tell
people my secret that I have hidden for so long.'  I told myself
that I was going to have to limit what I drank so I wasn't going
to tell anyone anything that I didn't want them to know.

     My next class was Acting Techniques and I arrived there on
time and sat down waiting for the professor to arrive.  As I was
sitting there a guy walked in and sat down across the room that I
had not seen before.  He was quite tall maybe 6ft. 2in., at least
that's taller than me, well ok only 2in. taller than me.  He was
not skinny but his height fit his body type perfectly.  Anyways
beyond that he had good taste in clothing.  He was dressed nice.
Not look at me nice, but just plain nice unlike everyone else in
the class was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt or a skirt.  He had
his hair done pretty nondescript so you couldn't label him as
prep, emo, gay, or hey-look-at-me-I'm-different etc.  He wasn't
hot like John but more pretty or beautiful.  He had a very
eloquent and graceful look.  I don't know, he just had a
different quality about him that I can't quite describe.

     All this time that I am checking him out he is getting some
stuff out of his bag.  I also don't realize that I am staring.
As he finishes I am watching him and he gets out what he needed
and looks up from what was previously occupying him, and looks at
me.  When he looks up it is one of those awkward moments where
you realize that you were staring he realizes that you were
staring and he caught the culprit.  As soon as that happened,
within a split second, I diverted my eyes and felt my cheeks
start to get red.  All I'm thinking to my self rapidly is, `Oh
dam, oh dam, oh dam, he caught me and now I am embarrassed.  I
know I just won't look at him for a while and maybe he will think
nothing of it.  Yea that's what I will do.'  That's exactly what
I did to until our professor came in and told us that we were
going to play another theatre game to get us warmed up.

     "Ok, today we are going to be playing a staring game to warm
up by."  Our professor said.  "And I am going to tell you a
little about staring and what we do while we are doing it.  In
our society it is not considered ok to stare, to take a passing
glance, yes, to take a good look, yes, but to stare is considered
rude.  Well we have to stare sometimes in theatre to make a scene
more realistic.  Who can tell me that they have watched a movie
where two characters that are close to each other and are sitting
close talking about a serious subject and one of the actors can't
keep his eyes on the other person?  He or she will look at the
other actor and then dart their eyes away for a bit and then look
back.  When in real life when people are talking about a serious
subject and are close enough to look at one another or it is
intimate situation you are not going to dart your eyes around.
Now you might think that the audience can't see your eyes but
that's wrong.  If you are in an intimate scene talking to another
actor and your eyes are darting around everywhere but the person
you are talking to.  The audience sees that and subconsciously
doesn't take the scene seriously.  So what we are going to work
on for a little while is a staring game.  Now we are going to be
standing up and I am going to pair people up together and after
this round I will move people around.  I am going to need
everyone to stand facing each other and one person's arm's length
apart so that will make you anywhere from 2 to 3 feet apart.  Now
when you get nervous a natural way to disarm a situation is to
laugh.  So I know that many of you are going to stare at each
other for a short time and then one of you is going to look away
and laugh.  And I know some people will not be able to do this
exercise once without laughing.  Another catch is there is no
sound making or talking when I say to start, all you do is stare
into the other person's eyes.  Now you can't stare literally one
eye to one eye because your eyes don't work that way so you can
focus on either one of their eyes.  The only catch is once you
start you can't bounce around from one eye to the other.  Ok you
and you, you and you, you and you, etc.

     We got all pared off and I was with this one person that I
had conversed very little with before.  Our prof.  told us to get
ready and when he said go he wanted silence and us to stare until
we disarmed with a laugh and looked away or till he says to stop.
If we do disarm with a laugh we are to try again until he tells
the class to take a brake and change partners.

     "Ooookayyyy," he said this drawn out looking at his watch.
"And, go"

     The class got silent and then everyone started staring.
Jesus I didn't think it was going to be this hard.  I was trying
hard not to laugh and just kept staring.  Well I didn't have to
wait long because my partner started laughing nervously and
looked away.  My partner wasn't first to laugh though, other
people were laughing around the room.

     My partner kept trying but he just couldn't do it.  He would
stare for a couple seconds and laugh and look away.  Finally
prof.  said to stop and he started trading partners around.  We
repeated this process a couple of times until I got moved to the
guy I was staring at in the beginning of class.  Oh dam, I
started feeling nervous but he showed no signs of being
uncomfortable.  I was looking everywhere but him until we were
told to start.

     I looked up and oh dam, Jesus Christ, shit in a bucket.  He
had the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen, and the oddest
color.  They were a very light violet color, not a contact violet
color but a natural violet color.  And the reason I could tell
that they weren't contacts was because I was standing so close.
At this point I didn't have the slightest urge to laugh because I
was so entranced by looking into his eyes.  His eyes had a very
warm inviting look to them, a reflection of who he was as far as
I could tell by just looking at him.  It seemed like our eyes
were locked for an eternity, but I didn't care because I could
stand here to the day I die looking into those eyes.

     "Ok times up," prof. said breaking the trance.  "That was
also our longest time yet it was 7 min.  Everyone pull the chairs
into a circle and we will discuss this"

     Jesus, I knew it was a long time.  The mystery guy with the
beautiful eyes didn't say a word but he looked happy although he
didn't smile or anything.  We sat down and he started going
around the circle and asked what we thought of the exercise and
what we learned from it and did we improve as we did it more and
more.  He slowly snaked around to the mystery guy and said, "I'm
sorry I didn't get your name yet you just added today or you want
to add?"

     "Eli," he said.  "And I added today.

     "Ok, anyways I noticed that you and Alistair were the only
ones that didn't laugh during the last time that we did this can
you explain what you did and how you did it? And Alistair just
jump in and explain how you did it whenever you can."

     "Well," said Eli.  "Truthfully and honestly, I got lost in
his eyes."

     Oh shit, now I am starting to blush.

     "His eyes are hard to explain, they are mostly green but
around the outside of the Iris there is a band of yellow then it
turns into green and near the pupil it turns a more muted color
yellow, but a different shade of yellow than the outside ring.
Like wolf eyes.  Very trusting and comforting.  I don't know, it
was like I started looking into his eyes and they swallowed me
in.  That's the best that I can explain it."

     Dam, now I am staring at the ground blushing completely
embarrassed while other people in the class are chuckling about
what was said.  Oh and by the way did I forget to mention that
his voice matches the rest of him?  Beautiful and angelic.   He
was not a tenor but also not a base.  He spoke very smoothly and.
ahhhh I can't explain it, it was just beautiful.  During this
time the prof. didn't say a word until he spoke to me.

     "Alistair, and how did you keep from laughing and stayed so
serious the whole time?"

     Ok I had to stop being embarrassed and tell the class.
"Well his eyes are absolutely gorgeous, what can I say."  This
time it was his turn to blush.  "Some of you guys got to see what
I am talking about.  His eyes are a very light shade of violet
and they are not contacts, absolutely beautiful.  I had the same
experience that Eli had, I got lost in his eyes."

     Now people were giggling and laughing about what Eli and I
said and people wanted to look into our eyes to see what we were
talking about.  As class was leaving Eli and I had a line of guys
and girls wanting to look at our eyes.  As they did we both got
pretty much the same response as we had talked about in class.

     My line had finished first so I packed up my stuff and
headed outside.  As I was heading out that angelic voice that
could only belong to Eli called out, "Hey, wait up."




Dum, dum, dum....Now what is going to happen next?  Now there are
2 people that Alistair likes.  Is he wasting his time?  Find out
next chapter or the one after that.  I haven't decided yet.

Well please leave me your comments about this story that is
unraveling before us.  As always you can e-mail me at
alistairsstory@hotmail.com

Hugs and Kisses

Scott MacIlherron