Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2015 06:26:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Drew Aluran <shataikaj@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Never Thought We'd Break the Ice: Chapter Two

Warning: The usual disclaimers apply here.  If you don't like any of the
following, leave now: gay sex, vulgar or harsh language or are underage
wherever you are reading this.

This is pure fiction. No one in this story is a real person, living or
deceased, and any resemblance to anyone is completely conincidental.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.

Next to answer those of you who have asked, I have a number of chapters
written already (about 10) but since they're older each one does take time
to revise. So I'll try to have them out as quick as I can but I am also
spending time writing to continue the story from where I had left it off
last.

Finally, for all those who commented on the last chapter thank you! I
always enjoy reading any comments someone has to give. They help me improve
my writing as well as to drive me to continue on with my story. If you want
to take the time to email me please feel free to at Shataikaj@yahoo.com. I
hope you all enjoy the story.

Adrian Aluran

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Chapter 2: You Know, This Plan Might Just Actually Work.

	The car ride back to my place was the quietest ride I've had with
Jason in years. Hell, even the night he found out I was gay wasn't as
awkward as this ride.

	"Okay, I'm sorry!" Jason shot out in an attempt to break the
tension. Only earning a glower out of me.

	"Apparently not sorry enough to realize how stupid this idea was to
begin with" I shot back.

	"Hey, It's not my fault you decided to pick fights with your crush
and make him hate you. I mean where did you learn to flirt, an elementary
school playground?"

	"Screw you! You know I can flirt just fine. As for picking fights
with Logan, well it's not my fault he gets so damn cute when he's
pissed. It's like I just can't help myself! I see his face, all depressed
and sad, and I can't stand it... So, some sort of quip comes out of my
mouth to set fire to those eyes again. When they're sad he just looks like
someone kicked his new puppy, but when he's mad, when there's fire in them,
he just becomes exponentially cuter, that I just wanna jump him right
there."

	"WOAH! A little too much info there buddy" Jason laughed, quickly
glancing at me to see if I was serious before looking back at the road.

	"Says the boy who went looking for my porn collection on my
computer" I shot back, watching him squirm as his mirth faded, the memory
of what he found flashing through his mind.

	"Hey, I just wanted to know what was your type of girl. I mean, you
turned down so many frickin' dates from so many different hotties. I just
wanted to know what kind of girl you'd say yes to."

	"Yeah well as you found out... its none" I came back with, both of
us laughing as we remembered the awkward tension of that night, letting the
memory ease the tension in the car.

	"So can you forgive me dude? I never meant to put you in the middle
of a fight. I only was trying to see if you would get together with captain
hottie in there." Jason asked as he pulled into my driveway.

	"Yeah, sure" I sighed. "So you want to come in an' hang for a bit,
I mean we might as well party together since the party we planned was
canceled for the night?" I offered, hoping to salvage the night and at
least relax a bit before I had to start homework tomorrow.

	"Sure, let me just warn my mom," he replied turning off the engine
and pulling out his phone, quickly texting his mom as we got out of the
car.

	We left his car in the driveway and opened the door, the dark blue
carpet of the hallway standing out against the pure white expanse of the
walls. Quickly we stepped inside so as not to let the cold autumn air creep
into the house.  Yet before we could even take another step down hall, my
mom called out, "Is that you sweety? I though you said you would be home
late? Is everything okay?"

	"Yeah mom!" I called back. "Jason was just stupid enough to take us
to the other team's party." I decided telling her part of the truth would
make it so my ass wouldn't get chewed out later if she ever discovered the
lie.

	"I hope you two didn't get into any fights over there? Do you need
me to break out the first aid kit?" The concern evident in her voice.

	"Nahh, we're all good once I realized Jason' stupidity I got us
outta there"

	"Hey! I wasn't stupid, I just didn't think it would be a problem to
go to a party with the other team was all. I mean Scott is dating a girl
from their school." Jason called back defensively. Soon after my mom came
through the entrance-way from the kitchen a couple yards ahead of us to our
left.

	"Well, I'm going to head to bed, If you boy's need anything, unless
it's a trip to the emergency room you're on your own." She said while
walking towards us.

	"Alright" I responded, both me and Jason nodding our agreement.

	"Good, have fun you guys" She finished, turning away from us to go
up the staircase to our right and away from us. Grabbing Jason's arm I
pulled him along down to the end of the hall, opening the door on the right
revealing the simple wooden staircase to the basement, which had been my
room since I had started becoming a teenager. All because back when I
entered middle school, I had discovered a love for metal music, as well as
an appreciation of the night. According to my mom, who had to get up early
for work, these things should not mix. When I argued back that they did for
me, she decided to move my room to the basement turning my old room into a
home office for her so she could work from home when her schedule would
allow it. And thus I gained more privacy than I ever had before, as well as
a need for thermal socks to keep my feet from freezing overnight.

	Descending the stairs there were a pair of doors greeting us, one
to the right the other in front. The one to the right led down a long
cement hallway to the laundry room. Originally my mom wanted to put the
door to there in my room. But being a boy of thirteen when my room was
moved down here, I could just see my mom walking in on me, laundry in her
arms, while I was jerking off one day. So, I sternly disagreed, and so in
order to balance the cost in renovating our basement to that particular
way, I got my current job at a grocery store to help pay off the
difference.

	I opened the door in front of us, walking onto the forest green
carpeted floors. The walls in my room were painted red from the bottom to
the middle with a white top. Looking at them filled with all my posters of,
hockey, bands, and a few video games, I remembered when me and my mom spent
hours trying to get the line of tape straight, so that the divide would not
look weird. It might not sound like a lot of fun but we had a blast that
day, quipping back and forth at each other over who could make the longest
line of tape before it started to slant.

	I took a few steps forward, revealing the rest of my room that was
hidden by the alcove made by the hallway to the laudry-room. To my right,
was my queen sized bed, covered with green sheets, with red and white
stripes. My comforter made out of a plaid design with the same color
scheme. My computer sat in the far left corner, with my TV, PS4, and
cabinet filled with games. Across from my computer was my closet on the
other side of the room. The door to my personal bathroom sat next to my
closet.

	Walking over to my closet I pulled out some a pair of flannel
pyjama pants and a shirt. "Make yourself at home, I'm just gonna go get
changed. If you wanna borrow a pair of my pyjamas go ahead!" I offered as I
entered my bathroom to change, figuring Jason would do the same. Despite
the fact that we got changed in a locker room together, I had made a habit
of getting changed in the bathroom when alone Jason after he had discovered
my sexuality. I knew it probably wasn't necessary, and I was just being
paranoid. Yet, it was my way of making sure he wouldn't freak on me. I
didn't think he would, but I never wanted to chance the waters there. I'd
read too many coming out stories where a guy lost his best friend cause
they thought he was hitting on them or something stupid like that.

	 Quickly I pulled on the white long sleeved thermal shirt, and red,
and black plaid pants. Walking out of my door I saw a sight that should be
normal yet still sent a thrill of fear through me. Jason was looking
through my computer. Silently I walked up behind him.

	"What are you doing?" I asked, the worry infecting my voice with
uncertainty.

	"Nothing much just going through your pictures." He responded
innocently.

	"I thought we agreed, you don't look through my computer randomly."
I replied, reminding him of the rule we had both made after the last
disaster.

	"Yeah well I wanted to see if you had a secret folder full of pics
of captain hottie." Came his smug reply, a smirk gracing his lips in a
playful manner.

	"Yeah? Well I don't so you can get off now" I lied, praying he
hadn't found the hidden folder I kept the random pictures I had taken off
the internet of him.

	"I would believe that of you, but I just clicked show hidden files,
and an interesting new folder showed up. Would you care to take a look at
it with me?" he said while smiling back at me, knowing he had won this
round.

	"Fine you found it. Now will you let it be! We don't need to look
through it. I mean, they're all just pictures I've gotten off our hockey
teams facebook after we have a game with them." I acquiesced. 'If he wants
to know the truth well then I guess it's time he knows. At least he won't
think I have some huge hidden crush on him.' I decided, hoping this
conversation would end quickly.

	"So when did your little obsession start?" He calmly inquired, as
if this was our everyday type of conversation.

	"After our first game we had against him and the rest of the
Shakapee North Stars freshman year." I told him, a little relieved I had
someone to talk about the crush I'd kept secret since it formed.

	"Wow, so you've had a crush on him all this time, and you just
fight with him. Where's the confident Kenneth Knight who is the heartthrob
of all the girls in our school? If I were you I would just go and ask the
boy out." Jason said matter of factly, as if it was only just that easy.

	"Yeah, That's just what I need, a straight boy to punch me for
asking him out on the ice." I explained to him. The realization of how
complicated this situation was showing in his face now.

	"You know there is a chance he's gay" Jame's responded hoping to
cheer me up and get us together.

	"Yeah and how much do you wanna bet that he's gay and play's
hockey. Hell most high school athletes use the word faggot as if it were as
common as the word "The" in a sentence." I said, the frustration and
loneliness of being the only gay guy I knew bittering my mood.

	"Hey, there's at least one gay guy who play's hockey that I know,
you might have a shot. And it's gotta be a better alternative than just
pissing him off." Jason rationalized.

	"Listen,... I don't really want to talk about this Jason. Can we
just let it drop and move on to a movie?" I pleaded, hoping this awkward
interrogation would end and I could think about something else beside the
futility of being alone and closeted.

	"Well, if you don't want to talk about this now then fine, but if
you don't ask him out soon, I'm gonna set you up on a blind date of my own
choosing." Jason told me. "And don't worry, I'll make sure it's a boy, but
hopelessly swooning over this guy will not get you anywhere. And I think
you need to find yourself a boy and at least date him, if not get yourself
laid. You don't know what your missing there buddy."

	"Hey I want to find someone I love before I have my first time! I'm
not like you Mr. Man-Whore."

	"Hey I only did that for a year." he snapped back.

	"I know, the legendary "year of the revolving door". The smart
girls still keep clear of your from that."

	"What can I say I was young and my hormones got the best of
me. Since then though I have had a couple serious relationships, ya know."

	"How can I forget?" I laughed, thinking about the dumbos he'd gone
out with. After the smart girls kept clear because of his reputation, all
he could find were the girls who could barely form a sentence much less
pass an algebra exam. His reputation really did come to bite him in the
ass, and he never seemed to find a girl who was compatible with him. It was
by watching him that I realized I didn't want to just jump right into sex
with the first guy I found, I wanted someone who actually was special to me
for my first time. Someone who cared and wanted me for more than a night.

	"Yeah well, why don't we put on the movie so you can wipe that
smile off your face and seriously try to forget."

	"Sure," I sighed glad that he was letting this drop, "What do you
wanna watch"

	"How about 300?" he asked?, "You can stare at all the muscled guys
in it"

	"Ha, you'd like that wouldn't you. Nahh let's watch Pitch Black" I
suggested, picking an older favorite of mine.

	"Vin Diesel, killing random aliens, why not, it's always a good
idea." Jason replied. And with that I popped in the movie and let the
conversation drop, hoping Jason wasn't serious on his threat to interfere
in my love life.

                                                       * * * * *

	About the only thing I hated worse than Mondays are Mondays where
assignments are due. Yesterday after me and Jason woke up I had spent all
day working on that damn English assignment. It took forever to complete
and with that I confirmed my suspicions about our teacher wanting to
torture us.

	But it was finally done. So while I was sitting here in class, my
mind began to wander and I started to daydream; letting the teachers voice
fade into the background. Quickly I glanced around the room, taking in the
faded blue paint on the cinder-block walls. Each block helping to make a
pattern my eyes followed like a rat through a maze. The only interruptions
to this pattern were the door on the left side of the room adjacent to the
large whiteboard where the teacher's desk was, and where she was standing
writing things on the board that only seemed to make the books we read for
the class more complicated confusing than the stories they told.  This
whiteboard was the second interruption to the maze. The final one was
perhaps the most interesting to me though, because it was the wall of
windows that made up the right wall. It was through these I found myself
staring out of most days.

	Outside the window was the athletic fields for soccer and football,
which while not too popular in our town, were popular enough to have
teams. This was also where the gym classes held their outside sports, which
always interested me. It was because of these windows I was able to watch
the guys in different classes fight against each other for the social
prestige of winning a gym sponsored sports game. Pushing their bodies and
showing off. The girls seemed to do the same most of the time, although
there were the few girly girls who screamed if even a drop of sweat formed
on what they thought to be perfect skin. I tended to ignore those few;
after all girls weren't really my subject.

	So I sat here today lazily watching the game of team hand-ball in
the field outside. When the bell buzzed pulling me out of my head and back
into reality. "Okay class, don't forget to hand in your assignments from
last night!" The teacher screamed out. Placing a wire mesh paper bin on the
front corner of her desk.

	Getting up I threw my backpack over my shoulder and rushed to the
front only to see someone hand in two papers. Looking down in the bin as I
was placing my paper in I saw a name that made me stop for a second;
Camellia Roberts. 'No it couldn't be. I would have noticed her before.' I
thought to myself. 'Then again she is a girl. Yet, what would the best
friend of Logan Mitchell be doing at our school? Wouldn't she go to North
Shakapee High?' My mind reeled with questions as I laid my paper in the bin
and began the trek down the yellow corridor to the lunchroom.

	Once in line I grabbed myself some pizza and a gatorade, my usual
appetite was not there today, probably cause my mind couldn't stop
agonizing over the conversation I had, had with Jason. I wondered if he
really meant what he threatened that night. 'I hope not...blind dates are
just tacky. Not to mention usually beyond awkward.' Walking to my table
with my friends I saw the back of a girl with brunette hair talking with
who I assumed to be Scott.

	'It can't be her can it?' I wondered. Passing the two of them, I
looked to my side and saw it was her. Unfortunately once she saw me, she
grimaced and wrapped up her conversation walking away from our table, with
a dirty look aimed right at me.

	"Was that Camellia?" I asked Scott as I placed my food down, the
rest of our friends starting to arrive at the table as well.

	"Yeah, how do you know her?" He asked, a quizzical look plastered
across his face.

	"Met her at the party on Saturday, just didn't know she went here."
I responded, hoping he wasn't there when she and Logan exploded on
me. 'Logan exploding on me doesn't sound to bad.' My hormonal mind
interjected. 'Wait, shut up damn it!' I chastised myself, hoping to learn
more about Camellia and maybe finally get to acctually talk with Logan
outside of a hockey rink.

	"Well, she's good friends with my girlfriend Jess, and well she
moved across town recently so she now goes here."

	"Cool, I'll be right back," I called before quickly turning around
to see my ravenous friend about to grab my pizza. "And don't touch my food
Carlos, or I'll fail so bad at the next practice that the entire team will
have to do 100 extra suicides!" I warned, watching my fellow teammates
reactivity pull him back and away from my food.

	Running out of the cafeteria I looked up and down the hallway
before randomly deciding on a direction, praying Camellia went that
way. Reaching the end of the hall I turned the corner seeing her farther
down the hall, he curly brown hair bouncing as she glided towards what
looked like the art room. 'Shit!' I thought praying I could get to her
before she went into the busy classroom. Running at top speed I raced down
the hall.

	Finally, I stopped short in front of the door, surprising Camellia
and blocking her path. "Camellia, hi" I awkwardly started, quickly catching
my breath before saying anything else.

	"Ken," She said with venom in her voice. "I'd like to get into the
art room if you don't mind."

	"You see I sorta do." I came back with, trying not to laugh at the
incredulous look she was giving me. "I just wanted to apologize for the
other night again, I didn't know who's house it was, nor did I want to
start any trouble."

	"If that's so why the hell do you always insult Logan on the ice
then I mean your the only guy I see him check that hard. Did you think
insults would make you Mr. Congeniality or something? Cause if so, then
something is obviously wrong in your head." She spat back reaching out to
try and push me aside.

	Letting her move me I quickly grabbed he wrist while her hand was
still on me. "Please, Camellia, I know my actions on the ice may seem
jerk-ish, but I'm really not that kind of guy normally. Just give me a
chance, I just want to be your friend."

	"Yeah and like having you as my friend will make my life any
easier." She sarcastically groaned, "All of my friends from my old school
loath you Knight. Why would I risk my friendships with them for a guy who
can't even seem to act like a decent human being most of the time."

	"Hey, I act like a decent human being!" I countered, my frustration
at the situation rising. "If I didn't do you think I would have so many
friends. I mean you know Scott, ask him. I'm not the ass you think I
am. You know what I don't even know why I'm staying here defending myself
to you. If you want to hate me so much then go ahead, I was just hoping to
get a new interesting friend, whether or not you believe me is your
choice." I finished my anger getting the best of me and causing me to turn
and walk away.

	"Knight!" She called out to me, making me turn around to see the
conflicted look on her face.  "I'll ask Scott like you said, and if you
pass inspection, maybe... MAYBE, then we can try this being friends you
keep talking about. But you have quite a reputation to live down you know."

	"I know, and I promise to prove it wrong." I responded with,
watching her enter the art room. Quietly I turned around and started
heading back towards the lunchroom. 'You know, this plan might just
actually work.'