Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 13:48:15 EST
From: MystryAuthr@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 4 of The Truth of Yesterday

And here is Chapter 4 of The Truth of Yesterday. I hope you enjoy. Please
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Chapter 4

	The next day, Thursday, was uneventful. Mr. Know drove to and from
work without deviation from his usual schedule, my classes were boring for
the most part, and I was pretty much caught up on paperwork at the office
for the moment.

	I was sitting in my room later that night, supposedly studying, but
Micah had come over unexpectedly and we were talking more than anything. I
was sitting at my desk and Micah was sprawled across my bed.

	"I'm just not sure this is such a good idea," Micah said
uncomfortably. To my surprise, Micah hadn't been all that enthusiastic
about going with me to DC. His reaction when I'd asked had been an
immediate tensing up, followed quickly by a solid no. I was trying to
figure out why he was so set against it now.

	"If you think I won't be able to do work with you along..."

	"It's not that," he said.

	"Then what? You don't want to go with me?"

	"Don't be silly, I want to go, it's just..."

	"Just what? How can I understand if you don't tell me anything?"

	He took a deep breath. "I lived there the whole time I was in
college. Let's just say I'm not in a hurry to go back."

	"But that's exactly why I asked you, because you've lived
there. You know the city. I don't. I've only been there a few times, and
I've never been there alone. Besides, the only times I have been there was
to go to the zoo or the Smithsonian or somewhere like that. I mean, I can
barely figure out the Metro let alone find my way around."

	"Look, Kill, not all of my memories from that time are good
ones. In fact, I have some pretty unhappy associations with that place. If
you were going anywhere else I'd be thrilled that you'd asked me."

	"What kind of unhappy associations?" I asked; my curiosity suddenly
piqued. I could actually see him close off, as if he were throwing up a
wall between us. Obviously, I wasn't the only one with trust issues. "Ok, I
can see you aren't going to tell me so I'll withdraw the question and save
you the trouble."

	"This isn't a courtroom, Killian, and you're not a lawyer," Micah
said quietly. "You can't withdraw a question and expect it to be stricken
from the record. You're right though, I'm not ready to talk about it just
yet. I promise I'll tell you sometime, just...not right now."

	"Skeletons in the closet," I whispered, remembering a conversation
we'd had when we'd first started dating.

	"What?" he asked now, not quite catching my words from across the
room.

	I shook my head, "Never mind."

	He frowned and we fell into an uneasy silence. He glanced down at
his watch. "Oh hey," he said suddenly, "Didn't you say something about a
meeting you had to go to tonight?"

	I drew a blank at first, and then I remembered the gay/straight
alliance. I'd mentioned it to Micah yesterday when we'd talked on the phone
and he'd thought it was a great idea. It seemed like everyone thought it
was a great idea; Micah, Adam, Steve, Novak-everyone I'd mentioned it to,
in fact. I was the only one still a little uncertain about it.

	"You mean Haven?"

	"Is that the gay/straight thing on campus?"

	"Yeah."

	"Did you ever call that guy?"

	I'd told him about meeting Noah, but left out my attraction to
him. It was just a physical attraction, after all. No sense in bringing it
up. At least that was my justification. "No, I never called him," I said.

	"Well, call him now. See if they are meeting tonight."

	"You just want to get rid of me so I won't sulk about the fact that
you're keeping secrets from me."

	"I'm not trying to get rid of you and I'm not keeping secrets. I'm
just not ready to talk about it."

	"You're not ready or I'm not ready?"

	"Does it make a difference?"

	"Maybe."

	"Oh for...! Are you going to call that guy or not?"

	With an exaggerated sigh, I swung around to the desk and rummaged
around the cluttered top for the slip of paper Noah had written his number
on. I found it under the sticky bottom of a glass mug that held a thin film
of something that may have once been hot chocolate. Purposefully keeping my
back towards Micah, I picked up the phone and dialed the numbers. Kane and
I had our own line in our bedroom so that we wouldn't tie up the main line
with the computer. I listened to the phone ring in my ear. I was just about
to hang up when I heard someone pick up the phone on the other end.

	"Yo," a male voice practically shouted into my ear. Whoever he was,
he sounded quite winded.

	"Oh, um...is Noah there?" I asked tentatively.

	"Yeah, hang on," he panted. I wondered what I had interrupted. I
heard the guy's muffled voice calling Noah. "It's for you," he said. "Why
didn't you just answer it? I had to run all the way from the shower. I
thought you'd left or something." I guess that answered my question.

	"Sorry, I was playing my guitar and I had my headphones on," I
heard someone, presumably Noah, say. A second later, his voice came on the
line. "Hello?"

	"Noah? Hi. This is Killian; we met in the bookstore..."

	"With the pride necklace, right?"

	"Yeah," I said. I couldn't help smiling at the thought that he
remembered me.

	"You're the cute little blonde. You're calling about Haven?"

	I blushed at the cute blonde remark and almost stuttered when I
answered. I was suddenly glad I'd kept my back to Micah. "Yeah, are you
meeting tonight?"

	"Sure are. You thinking about coming?"

	"Maybe," I said uncertainly.

	"Oh come on, no maybes. Say you'll come. It's a great bunch; I
think you'd like them. Are you shy?"

	"A little."

	"I used to be really shy too, so I understand. How about if I meet
you in from of the main doors at Wicomico Hall and we can walk in
together. That way I can introduce you."

	He wasn't leaving me much room to back out. I gave a mental shrug
and gave in. "Ok, what time?"

	"The meeting starts at eight, so how about if we meet at like
quarter of in front of the doors?"

	"Ok."

	"Great, see you then, Killian."

	"See you then."

	We hung up and I took a second to pull myself together before I
turned back toward Micah. "I'm supposed to meet him in front of Wicomico
Hall at quarter of eight," I told him.

	He glanced at his watch again. "Then you'd better get going. It's
at least a forty-five minute drive from here."

	I nodded and stood up at the same time Micah did. He moved towards
me until he was standing so close I could feel his body heat, almost
touching, but not quite. I slid my arms around his waist and pulled him
against me, my lips finding his. We kissed for a minute, then he slipped
gently away.

	"I'm sorry about, well, you know," he said softly.

	I gave him a half-smile. "You'll tell me when you're ready. Or I'm
ready, whichever it is. Don't worry about it. I'll live."

	He pulled me in for a tight hug. "I love you, Killian. Don't ever
doubt that."

	"I love you, too," I responded, my voice muffled by his shoulder.

	He pulled back and gave me one more quick kiss before we walked
downstairs together.

 	I stuck my head into the living room where Steve was reading a
book. Tonight was his night at home and he was taking full advantage of his
time away from the B&B. Steve was about the same age as Adam and was just
as handsome, in a darker more solid way. He had been a successful
architect, but he'd given up his practice to open Amalie's House. Adam and
Steve had been together since Adam and his wife had broken up when he came
out to her. I told Steve where I was going and he sent me on my way with a
wave and an absent-minded smile. He's been very distracted lately, and it
occurred to me that it was possible he really was feeling weighed down by
the idea that the B&B might not be a success.

	I thought about the whole situation during the drive to school. I
knew Steve had sunk a sizable fortune into buying, restoring, and
renovating the house, a fortune he had partially inherited and partially
saved from his successful business. I also knew that except for a small
safety net he'd put into CD's, almost all his money had gone into launching
this thing. He was now almost completely depending on the Bed and Breakfast
being a success or else he'd find himself pretty much broke. It struck me
that he was probably sweating this out a lot more than I had realized.

	And of course, there was also Amalie. As Adam had said, she wasn't
helping the situation. I sighed deeply and resolved to talk to Steve
soon. If he really was as upset about the ghost as Judy and Adam had said,
then maybe I'd have to think a little more seriously about going back to
the house with Judy. As much as I wanted to avoid doing just that, my
family was more important than my fear, and I had to admit, I was afraid.

	My further contemplation of the subject was cut short by my arrival
at the school campus. In my distracted state, I had apparently been driving
quite a bit over the speed limit. I was lucky no cops had been out on the
highway. I was now a bit early, but I decided to head to the meeting place
anyway.

	I made my way to Wicomico Hall by way of the maze of brick walkways
that criss-crossed the campus. As I approached the Hall, I noticed several
people standing and talking in the illumination of the old fashioned light
posts, one of which was Noah. So he'd arrived early too. He looked up and
caught my eye as I approached. His face immediately broke into a smile. He
said something to the guy he was talking to and broke away, walking towards
me.

	"Hey, Killian," he said warmly. "I didn't know if you would come or
not."

	"I came," I said, showing off my amazing talent of stating the
obvious.

	"Well good," he said without a trace of sarcasm or teasing. "Let me
introduce you to a couple people." He led me back to the group of people he
had been talking to. There were two guys and a girl. "Everybody, this is
Killian," he said and they all turned to face me wearing polite
smiles. "This is Peter," he said, indicating the short, pudgy guy he'd been
talking to when I'd arrived. He had straight, mousy brown hair, almost no
discernable lips, and dull brown eyes. All in all, he was pretty average,
probably not someone you'd look at twice in a crowd. "Peter is the
co-president of Haven. The other co-president is Val; she'll be here
eventually. She's always late." He pointed to the other guy. "This is Ray,
he's the secretary, and that's Tanya." Ray and Tanya waved cheerily. Ray
looked like a tiny bundle of energy. He hadn't stopped moving since I'd
arrived; he was constantly hopping and bouncing from one foot to the other,
or dancing to music that only he could hear. He looked Hawaiian or
Filipino: small, dark complexion, straight black hair, and huge dark
eyes. Tanya was a little on the heavy side with pale blonde hair that she'd
cut short with tufts dyed blue, to match her eyes I guess.

	"Come on," Noah said, "I'll show you where we meet. See you guys,
inside in a few minutes," he said to the others before he set off for the
doors, leaving me to trot along beside him.

	"I'm never going to remember everyone's names," I said as we
stepped inside.

	"Don't worry about it. We'll probably do one of those annoying
introduction things tonight where everybody says their name, major and what
shampoo they use or something like that. Peter seems unusually fond of
them, but I guess they serve their purpose. You know, I just assumed from
your necklace that you were gay, but I never really asked. Are you?"

	"Would I be here if I wasn't?"

	He shrugged. "I just figure it's never safe to assume anything. So
you are?"

	"Yeah."

	"And should I assume from the necklace that you're out?"

	"Pretty much. I mean, my family and friends all know and I don't
make any effort to hide it. For the most part, I came out in high school. I
had a boyfriend and practically everyone in the school knew we were a
couple, even though we didn't make a big deal out of it."

	"That's cool. So when you said you had a boyfriend did you mean
that in the past tense, as in you no longer have a boyfriend?"

	I glanced over at him and saw him look at me from the corner of his
eye. Was his interest merely polite conversation or was there something
more behind it? I decided that clearing things up now might save us both
trouble. "I dated the guy from high school for about two years, but we
broke up at the beginning of last summer. I'm seeing someone else now."

	"That's cool," he said casually, but I thought I saw a flash of
disappointment. It's just your imagination, I told myself; stop being so
vain.

	While we were talking, he'd led me down the hall and into a rec
room complete with pool tables and other distractions. At the back of the
room there was a meeting room sectioned off by a glass wall. Tables,
couches, and chairs had been set up inside and a wide-screen TV was set
into the wall on one end. A few people were already inside chatting with
each other.

	"This is where we meet," Noah said, as he swung open the door.

	The conversations inside broke off upon our arrival. Two girls sat
on one of the sofas, a slim black guy lay sprawled out on the floor, and a
burly white guy sat in one of the chairs.

	"Hey, Noah," the burly guy called and was echoed by the others.

	"Hey guys, this is Killian," Noah introduced me. "That's Olivia and
Felicia on the couch, Anthony on the floor and Everett in the chair."

	I wasn't sure which of the girls was Olivia and which was Felicia,
but they were similar enough in appearance that I doubted I could have told
them apart anyway. They were both average-sized, with short dark brown
hair, brown eyes, and not a hint of make-up. They both wore glasses and
shapeless, oversized sweatshirts over faded jeans. They almost looked like
twins, but something about the way they were sitting made me think they
might be lovers.

	"You can call me Tony," Anthony said from his reclined position. He
had the thin, lithe body of a dancer and sharp, chiseled features that made
him look like an ebony statue come to life. I gave him a wave.

	"Ooh, fresh meat," Everett said with a smile that let me know he
was only joking. Even sitting down it was easy to see that he was a giant,
but a gentle one if my initial impressions were accurate-and they usually
are. He dwarfed the chair he was sitting in. He had curly reddish brown
hair with a matching goatee and greenish-blue eyes.

	"Careful, Ev," Noah chuckled, "he's taken."

	"Figures," the big guys snorted, "All the good ones are either
taken or straight."

	I sat in the center of one of the other couches and Noah sat to one
side of me as another group of students made their way across the rec room
in our direction. The group I'd met outside had now grown with several
additions. More introductions were made, the names no longer really getting
connected to faces as more and more people arrived. A few I recognized from
a couple of my classes, but I didn't know any of them by name. I was
actually kind of surprised to learn that they were gay; but then I
remembered that just because they came to these meetings didn't necessarily
mean they were gay. It was a gay/straight alliance after all.

	Peter called the meeting to order and, as predicted, they played
one of those annoying name games. Everyone had to say their name, major and
what type of underwear they favored. In case you're wondering, the girls
favored bikini style panties and boxers held a slight lead for the guys. As
for the guy/girl ratio, it was fairly even. There was one person there who
could have given the girls a narrow majority if I could have figured out
whether they were male or female.

	Peter was just about ready to begin the meeting proper when a very
pretty Hispanic girl burst into the meeting room. She was on the short side
with long, glossy black hair, beautiful brown eyes, and pouty red lips. She
was wearing a tight sweater and even tighter jeans that showed off her
shapely figure, a small black leather backpack was slung across her back.

	"And Valora makes her grand entrance as always," Ray mumbled under
his breath as he made a note in the notebook he held in his lap. He had sat
on the other side of me and if I hadn't been sitting next to him, I
probably wouldn't have heard him.

	"Sorry. I'm late," she said in a lightly accented voice.

	"It's ok, Val," Peter said with a grin, "It's not like it's
unusual. We were just getting ready to start."

	"Cool, then I didn't miss anything?" she asked as she settled
gracefully into a spot on the floor next to Tony.

	"Well, you missed the introductions. What kind of underwear do you
wear?"

	Val blinked in surprise for a second. "That question sounds funny
coming from you, Petey," she quipped and everyone laughed. "Shall I assume
this was part of the introductions?"

	"Yep."

	"Then, if you must know, I wear a thong," she said with a small
smile. There were a couple catcalls before she continued. "If we're having
introductions, does that mean we have someone new?" She scanned the
group-now about twenty-five or thirty strong-and quickly picked me
out. "Ah-ha, I haven't seen you before, have I?"

	"Probably not," I said, trying not to blush. "My name's
Killian. This is my first time here."

	She giggled. "You make it sound like an AA meeting. Hi, my name is
Valora and I'm a lesbian." She giggled again. "I'm only teasing; don't turn
all red on me. You can call me Val."

	"Val is the co-president," Noah reminded me.

	"Can I move on now?" Peter asked impatiently. Val arched an eyebrow
and leveled an icy glare in his direction that didn't seem to faze him in
the least. I decided that Val was the people person while Peter was the
administrator for the group. They probably made a good pair.

	"God forbid we should get off schedule. Yes, you may get on with
your agenda now," Val allowed. Peter stuck his tongue out at her and she
reciprocated; then they both broke into wide grins.

	"They're always like this," Noah leaned over and whispered. I tried
not to shiver as his breath tickled my ear.

	The meeting itself was rather unremarkable. I was a little lost for
most of it, as they were mainly discussing the success of their National
Coming Out Day Celebration. They also talked about plans that they already
had in the works, including a Halloween costume dance that didn't appeal to
me since I had rather unpleasant memories of the last Halloween costume
dance I'd attended a few years ago. At that particular dance, the windows
of my car had ended up smashed out, a schoolmate had ended up dead in a
creek, and I, as I learned later, had come perilously close to joining him.

	The meeting ended promptly at nine, when the TV was turned on and
everyone tuned in to Will & Grace. Once the sitcom was over, the group
began to break up. A few people stayed and chatted. Noah invited me to stay
too and since I figured it was a good way to get to know them, I did. It
ended up being about five people who stayed, not counting myself: Noah,
Val, Peter, Tony, and Everett. Val moved to the couch next to me in the
spot vacated by Ray.

	"Well, what did you think of your first meeting?" Val asked me.

	I shrugged. "It was ok."

	"Only ok?" Noah asked.

	"Well, I didn't really know what you were talking about most of the
time. It'll be better once I get more involved."

	"Then you'll probably be back?" he asked. I thought I detected a
note of hope in his voice.

	"Probably," I said.

	"Can I ask a personal question?" Val interrupted.

	"Would saying no even slow you down?" Peter teased.

	"Nope," she said with a grin. "So, are you Noah's new boy toy?"

	I didn't even realize she was talking to me until Noah said, "He's
dating someone, Val."

	"Oh, you meant me?" I asked, feeling very dense. "We just met in
the bookstore earlier this week. Noah saw my pride necklace and invited
me."

	"The campus bookstore?" she clarified.

	"Yeah."

	"You go to Stinky?" she asked with surprise in her voice. Stinky
was the affectionate nickname given to Pemberton University due to its
initials.

	"Yeah, I'm a freshman."

	"Damn, I'm sorry. I thought you were like sixteen at the best and
Noah was robbing the cradle or something."

	I laughed. I was used to being mistaken for a lot younger than I
was. Sixteen was actually an old estimate for me. Maybe I was finally
starting to mature in my looks. "No, I'm eighteen," I told her.

	"Still a baby," she declared.

	"How old are you?"

	"Twenty-one."

	"And you?" I asked Noah.

	"Twenty."

	I looked to Peter.

	"Twenty-one," he supplied.

	"Nineteen," Everett volunteered.

	"Twenty," Tony called from the floor, where he was now doing some
sort of stretching exercise.

	"Oh, I guess I am the baby of the group then," I conceded.

	"Just of us here now," Peter amended. "I doubt you're the youngest
in the whole group and I know there are other eighteen year olds."

	"Besides," Everett said, "You're probably more mature than most of
us anyway."

	"Speak for yourself," Val shot back quickly.

	"I have a question," I said, "How many of the people that attend
the meetings are gay?"

	"Most of us," Noah said. "There are maybe three or four straight
girls; everybody else is at least bi."

	"Most straight people are afraid to come because they think their
friends are going to think they are gay too," Peter explained.

	"And we all know how horrible that would be," Val added
sarcastically.

	"But that's one of the things we're trying to do," Noah went
on. "We're trying to change the way people look at being gay, so it's not
such a negative thing."

	"It's slow progress," Val said.

	"But at least it's progress," Everett pointed out. "Almost
everybody knows I'm gay and the vast majority just don't give a shit."

	"That's because you're a big ol' white boy," Tony said, unwinding
his body from the pretzel in which he'd twisted himself. "They're afraid
you'll bash their skulls in if they say anything." Everett opened his mouth
to protest but Tony wasn't finished. "Not that you would, and I'm not
saying that everybody has a problem with it secretly, but there is
definitely still a lot of prejudice and bigotry on this campus. Try being
gay and black. That's two strikes against you. And it was even worse back
home. In the black community, the women don't have any problem with
somebody being gay, but the brothers? Damn. You just might as well be in
the Klan."

	"The Latino community is probably even worse," Val said. "I grew up
in a mostly Puerto Rican neighborhood in Baltimore and I've seen lots of
guys get the shit beat out of them just cuz they weren't macho enough. They
get called names like faggot and cocksucker and most of the time they
aren't even gay. Just think how the poor guys who really are gay feel. They
gotta hide it or get out of there. I never let anyone know I liked girls
until I got to college, not even my best friend. I dated guys all through
school and just pretended I didn't put out cuz I was a really good little
Catholic girl." She shrugged. "I'm probably going to hell now. Think I
should go to confession?"

	"Nah, you're too far gone for help now," Peter teased.

	"What about you?" Val asked him. "You had any problems with people
knowing you are gay?"

	"Outside of my family you mean? Not really. I'm not remarkable
enough to draw much attention. No one cares which way I swing."

	"Oh stop with the pity party," she snapped, "What problems did you
have with your family?"

	"Just the usual; Mom flipped out, Dad disowned me, my brother acts
like I'm dying of AIDS."

	"That's the usual?" Noah asked. "Then I'm glad I'm unusual. My
parents were a little shaken at first, but they educated themselves and
they're ok with it now. Or, if not ok, then at least they're trying."

	"Then you're one of the lucky ones," Peter said. "My parents are
better now, though; they've had a few years to deal with it, but it was
ugly at first."

	"My mom still don't know," Tony said.

	"My dad doesn't but I think my mom knows," Val said. "At least
she's stopped asking me if I'm dating any nice boys at college."

	"I'm another one of the lucky ones, I guess," Everett said. "My
whole family had no problem with it at all, but then, we're a pretty
liberal bunch and they've assumed I was gay since I was a little kid. What
about you, Killian?"

	"My family? Well, my real dad freaked out, beat me up, and kicked
me out of the house. This was right after a gay friend of mine was murdered
and I was stabbed at the same time." I almost laughed at the stunned
expressions on everyone's faces. "The dad of the murdered kid took me in
and I've lived with him and his partner ever since. My mom ended up
divorcing my dad and moving to Pennsylvania. I stayed with Adam and Steve."

	"Wow," Noah said when I was done.

	"Yeah," Val agreed, "I think you win the hard knock life award."

	"Hands down," Tony seconded, and Peter and Everett nodded.

	"I didn't know it was a competition," I said, wondering what they'd
say if they knew the rest of the details.

	"You're right, it's not," Noah said.

	"Hey, it's getting late and I still have work to do," Peter said.

	"Me too," Everett sighed. "I was just putting it off as long as
possible."

	"Procrastinator," Val said as everyone stood up and started
gathering whatever things they had brought.

	"You know it. So, Killian, we'll see next week?"  Everett asked.

	"I think so," I said. "As long as nothing else comes up at work."

	"Where do you work?" Noah asked.

	"Uh, well, actually I'm a private investigator," I said
hesitantly. This time I had to laugh at the way everyone froze in place and
turned to look at me in shock.

	"For real?" Tony said.

	"Yeah, for real."

	"Whoa. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" Everett said.

	"Well, we hope to see you next week, Mr. Detective-boy," Val said.

	Everyone quickly went off in different directions, leaving me alone
once again with Noah.

	"Walk you to your car?" he asked.

	I shrugged. "If you want."

	"I do."

	We walked out of the building and to my car while making small
talk. Once we were at my car, Noah seemed to have something he wanted to
say.

	"Spit it out," I said.

	"Huh?"

	"Whatever it is you want to say."

	"Oh. Am I that obvious?"

	"Yup."

	He took a deep breath. "So, uh, how seriously are you dating this
guy? Do you see other people?"

	"No, we're seeing each other exclusively," I said gently. I felt
bad shooting him down, but he seemed to expect my response.

	"And I can tell you're not the type to fool around, so let me just
say that if anything ever happens and you break up with him, give me a
call, ok? In the meantime, friends?" He held out his hand.

	I smiled. "Friends," I said taking his hand and shaking it.

	He held on a little longer than necessary, then slowly backed away
a few steps before turning and jogging away. I watched him go before
climbing into my car. If I wasn't with Micah I'd be all over you like white
on rice, I thought as I drove away. And it was very good for Micah that I
wasn't the type to fool around, because I was actually finding myself sore
tempted with Noah.