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Cole Parker
Josh, Evolving
by Cole Parker
Chapter 5
From Chapter 4 -
Bryan knew that he felt a great sense of relief, being here in
this house, feeling safe and being helped, a sense of relief that was
almost overwhelming. Until some of the pressure had
been removed when Josh had invited him home, he had not realized how
near the edge he’d been. And he knew the only
reason he was now able to relax for the first time in what seemed like
forever, was Josh. Realizing this, a tremendous
feeling of gratitude suddenly washed over him.
“Josh, I’ll try. I’ll try to act like a
friend and just accept your help. I’ll try not to
embarrass you. And maybe, when we know each other
better, you’ll be able to tell me what you can’t tell me now.”
Josh was very close to the
same size as Bryan. He merely had a smaller frame.
He gave Bryan a pair of boxers—actually, he had Bryan pick out a
pair of boxers––then asked him if he wanted to borrow a robe, too, or
whether just a towel was enough. Bryan told him he
didn't need either right now. He simply undressed
down to his boxers and walked into the bathroom. He
showered and brushed his teeth, then came back into Josh’s room wearing
just the boxers. Josh then did the same thing, and
when he returned, Bryan was already in the bed on the side next to the
wall, his pillow propped up on the headboard, and he was sitting back
against it.
“Which side is yours, Josh?”
“I usually sort of sleep in the middle. It
doesn’t make any difference. You’re fine right
where you are.”
Josh propped his pillow up
like Bryan’s, closed the door, picked up the remote, turned on the TV
and turned off the light. He punched the DVD on,
then by the light of the TV set, crawled into bed.
He felt a little nervous,
a little excited. He knew nothing would happen, but
this was the first time he’d been in bed with another boy since he was
seven, and this boy made him feel funny. Just the
idea of sleeping with him awakened strange and unsettling feelings in
him.
Bryan didn’t share those feelings at all. All
he felt right now was a deep sense of safety, a release of weeks of
tension, and an overwhelming drowsiness. He found
himself blinking before the credits had even finished. He
was sound asleep five minutes later.
His deep breathing caused Josh to look over at him. There
was enough light that he could see Bryan’s eyes were closed, and the
slack appearance of his face made it obvious he was asleep.
Josh watched him for
several minutes. Without having to worry about
being caught staring, he simply feasted his eyes on Bryan. There
wasn’t much light from the TV set, but enough that he could study his
face, the way his hair hung over his forehead, his thick eyebrows, his
full lips, all the features of his face. Josh
couldn’t stop staring. Bryan was beautiful.
Eventually, he pushed the
remote buttons to turn off the DVD player and the TV set. Then
he got out from under the covers and gently lifted them off Bryan, too.
Crouching next to him, he slid his arms under his back and
lifted him just enough to enable him to ease him down so he was lying
flat on his back on the bed. He then positioned the
pillow and lifted Bryan’s head and laid it on it. He
pulled the covers back up, then quietly walked to his closet, grabbed
his robe, and left the room, softly closing the door behind him.
When he got downstairs, his father was sitting in the living
room, reading. He had a large pad of paper next to
him and was occasionally taking notes. Josh looked
in the kitchen and saw the dishes had been done.
“Where’s your friend?” his father asked when Josh came in and
sat on the couch.
“He was really tired. He conked out as soon
as the movie started. It’s a little early for me,
so I just covered him up and came back down here.”
“Have you spoken to me about him before. I
don’t remember that name, Bryan.”
“I don’t know. I don’t remember.
But he’s a good guy and he needs our help right now.
That’s OK, isn’t it.”
“Sure it is, Josh. I trust your judgment,
you know that. If you like him, he’s a good guy.
I’m glad we can help him.”
Josh smiled at his father,
said, “Thanks, Dad, I thought that’s how you’d feel,” and went to the
kitchen to get a drink. Then he returned, grabbed a
book he was reading, and sat down. His father
returned to his book, and the room was quiet but for the sound of pages
turning and scribbled notes being taken for the next two hours.
Eventually, Josh yawned, put down his book, told his father
goodnight, and climbed the stairs. He quietly
entered his room. Bryan had rolled over so he was
sleeping on his side, his back to the door. His
breathing was deep and regular. Josh shrugged out
of his robe, letting it fall on the floor, then carefully inserted
himself under the covers. He very much wanted to
move over so his front was up against Bryan’s back. He
very much wanted to wrap an arm around Bryan’s chest, pull him back
against his chest and hold him. He did neither.
Instead, he rolled over so his back was to Bryan and a good
distance separated them, and ignoring his new feelings, soon was asleep.
In the morning when Josh
woke, Bryan was still sleeping, still in the same position he’d been in
when Josh had gone to bed. Josh rolled over and
looked at him. His breathing was the same as it had
been last night after he’d fallen asleep. Josh
watched him breathe and thought about how tired he must have been to
sleep for more than 12 straight hours without even moving. Josh
realized it must have been mental exhaustion as much, or maybe even
more than, physical.
As quietly and carefully as he could, he got out of bed, trying
not to awaken Bryan. He grabbed what clothes he’d
need, then went to the bathroom to put them on. After
dressing and doing his morning bathroom ritual, he stuck his head into
his father’s open bedroom, then headed to the kitchen.
He didn’t see his father in the living room, either, and there
was a dirty plate and cup next to the sink. Josh
concluded his father must have left. It was common
for him to go to his college office on Sundays. He
had books there he liked to reference when researching and writing his
reviews.
Josh decided to make waffles for breakfast. He
got a package of bacon from the meat drawer of the refrigerator and put
six pieces in a frying pan and started them on the stove, plugged in
the waffle iron and set about making his batter.
When the bacon was almost done and the waffle iron hot, he went
upstairs. Bryan hadn’t moved.
Josh looked down at him for a moment. His
feeling of attraction hadn’t abated in the slightest. He
thought him absolutely beautiful, but there was something even more
than that, more that superficial looks. He couldn’t
identify it, but he could certainly feel it. He
gently put his hand on Bryan’s shoulder and rocked him slightly, at the
same time saying, “Bryan, breakfast is about ready. Maybe
five minutes. Bryan, time to get up.”
Josh took his hand away and stood back up straight. After
a few seconds, Bryan groaned, rolled onto his back and tried to open
his eyes. He wasn’t very successful, and the
combination of half-opened eyes and an early morning scowl caused Josh
to break out laughing.
“What time is it?” Bryan asked.
“Almost ten. You’ve been sleeping almost 14
hours. Breakfast is ready. Come
on down as quickly as you can.”
Bryan’s eyes were still reacting to the light, still not opening
all the way. Finally, he just closed them again.
”Can’t it wait? I feel
like sleeping another 14 hours.”
“Nope, the bacon’s done, the waffles are ready to go in the
waffle iron. I’m eating in five minutes.
And I only cook breakfast once a day.”
Bryan groaned again, louder. “Who ever heard
of eating breakfast in the middle of the night, anyway?” he complained.
Josh just grinned. “I’ve got to go take the
bacon off. See you downstairs in a minute.”
Bryan just lay there after
Josh left, but then realized he had to do something about the problem
he’d been ignoring, the huge need to relieve himself, one that was
growing progressively more urgent. He kicked the
covers off, wriggled off the bed, and made his way to the bathroom.
When he came back, he suddenly realized the only clothes he had
were the ones he’d worn yesterday. Damn, he
thought, I wonder if I should borrow some of Josh’s? Josh
had told him last night, rather emphatically, that he should accept his
help and not feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. He’d
told him they’d work things out. But it still felt
wrong to go into Josh’s closet and dresser and just take what he wanted.
The problem was, the shirt he was wearing yesterday was also the
shirt he’d worn the day before, and it was starting to look like it.
He picked it up and took a sniff, and decided he really didn’t
want to wear it for a third day. The pants, even
the socks, were OK, but he needed a different T-shirt.
Sighing to himself, he
dressed himself all except for the shirt, then found a tee shirt in
Josh’s dresser. Without putting it on, he took it
with him down to the kitchen.
Josh was putting a pitcher
of syrup in the microwave to warm, the bacon was on a plate on the
table, and steam was coming from the waffle iron. Bryan
waited till Josh had set and turned on the microwave, then asked,
“Josh, is it OK if I wear this?”
Josh turned to look at
him, and saw Bryan standing naked from the waist up. His
body was slender with just the beginnings of some musculature being
noticeable. His shoulders had begun to broaden, the
stomach had lost its baby fat so a slight V shape from shoulders to
waist gave his developing body an athletic look. His
skin was smooth and hairless. Josh was unable to
speak for a moment. Then he pulled himself together
and said, “Sure you can, Bryan. You don’t even need
to ask, but if you feel you need to, go ahead. But
anything of mine you need to use, please do so.”
Bryan thanked him and
quickly put on the tee shirt. Josh asked him what
he wanted to drink. “I always drink milk with
waffles because orange juice and syrup are about the worst combination
possible. I don’t drink coffee, but I can make you
some if you want it.”
Bryan told him milk was
fine, and Josh asked him to pour two glasses while he took the first
waffle from the machine and added batter for the second.
When they were both eating, Josh told him he’d figured out what
they needed to do today. They needed to go back to
the mall and get Bryan some clothes.
Bryan looked at him, then
dropped his eyes. “I don’t have any money.
I can just wash what I was wearing. If you
can lend me a couple tee shirts, that should be enough.”
Josh wouldn’t accept that. “Bryan, you need
some stuff. You need some of your own clothes, your
own toothpaste, your own shampoo, your own belt, you know, all the
stuff that everyone else has. I’m happy to lend you
anything I have. But for your piece of mind, I
think you should have stuff that you know is yours. I’ll
buy it. Don’t worry about the money.”
“Damn it, Josh! I DO worry about the money.
Buying a bunch of clothes and then other stuff too is expensive!
And I don’t have any way to pay you back! And
I have too much to worry about already to have to add worrying about
that to the list!”
“Bryan, the money isn’t important! I told
you my father’s a college professor. He’s chairman
of his department, and because of his name and stature, a large
publishing company endowed the chair a couple years ago. This
means he gets his salary and then a really large stipend on top of that.
And, he gets paid a lot for his book reviews and endorsements.
So we’ve got plenty of money coming in, and we don’t spend much
of any of it. That’s not Dad’s thing. He
has always been an academic, and only a very few of them ever make much
money. It wasn’t till the past few years he had
much, and so he learned to do without, and then suddenly having some
didn’t changed the way he acts. About the
only thing I spend money on is clothes once in a while, and books.
When he started getting checks from the publishers, I think he
started feeing guilty that he wasn’t spending more time with me, and he
bought me stuff like my TV and game system and anything he thought I
might want and began giving me an allowance of $100 a week.
That was pretty cool at first, but I discovered I just didn’t
need that much, even with all the books I buy, and most of that
allowance ended up just sitting on my dresser. Pretty
soon, all I was doing with it was putting it in the bank.
“That didn’t seem right, so finally I told Dad that I didn’t
need that much money, and instead of the allowance, how ‘bout just
having some cash at home and I could take what I needed when I needed
it. That way if I had to go get some groceries or
something for the house or pay the paperboy, I didn’t have to keep all
that separate from my allowance money. He thought
that was a good idea, so we have a box that has probably something
between $1,000 and $2,000 in it. When it drops much
below that $1,000, I tell him and he gets me some more to put in.
He never even looks in it. We’ve been doing
this for a while now.”
Josh took a waffle from the machine, broke it
in half and put one piece on both their plates, then poured more batter.
He spread some butter on his piece and watched it melt into the
indentations of the waffle. “So look, you need some
clothes,” he continued. “I’ve got the money to pay
for it. I WANT to do this, Bryan. And
you need it. Why argue about it?”
“It’s just too much, Josh. It feels wrong to
me.”
“I thought we had this conversation last night. Look,
if what had happened to you had happened to me instead, would you just
walk by me, or would you help me? If I were
desperate and you could help me, would you? Answer
me that.”
“Well of course I would, but that’s different!”
“No it isn’t. It’s the exact same thing.
Now can we stop discussing this? You need
clothes, and I want to help you pick some out. We
can go after breakfast.”
Bryan didn’t say anything. Josh was being
too persistent, and besides, the idea of having some things of his own
again was very appealing. He clearly remembered the
devastated feeling he’d had when he realized his duffle bag and all his
possessions were gone.
They ate in silence for a
few minutes, then Josh asked, “Do you feel like finishing your story?
I’d like to hear the rest of it.”
Bryan thought about it. “I guess I can tell
the rest of it. You’ll bug me till I do, and this
way I won’t have to listen to that.” He grinned to
show he was kidding.
“OK, where did I leave off?
Oh, yeah, I’d just spotted that kids’ play area full of balls,
and realized I could spend the night in that store by first hiding
under the balls. If I could manage to get into the
play area just before the store’s closing time, I could then just
wiggle down under the balls and wait till the store closed for the
evening and everyone had gone. I hadn’t seen any
motion detectors, so after the store was closed I could just go into
the back room, sleep there, then leave by the back door in the morning.
“I left the store, stopping on the way out to check the sign on
the front window listing the store hours. They
closed at 9:30. I decided I needed to be outside
the store quite a bit earlier than that to see what was happening.
Also, I had to decide what to do with my duffle bag and bike.
It looked normal for a kid to be wearing a backpack all over,
but not carrying a duffle bag. But I needed the bag
where I could get at it. It had my clothes in it
and a blanket to sleep with and other stuff. I
thought I could probably hide it in the back room of that store.
If not that, maybe under the balls in one corner of the play
enclosure.
“I left the store. It was lunchtime and I
was hungry, so I went to the food court. As I was
deciding what to get, I looked at the prices. For
the first time, I really looked at the prices. Before
this, I’d always had adequate money. I got an
allowance and lunch money for school, and if I was going to the mall,
Dad always gave me extra money. Now, the fact that
the money in my pocket was all I had fully sunk in for the first time.
I took out what I had and counted it. $43.76.
That was it. That had to cover all my meals
until I felt it was OK to try to get back with my father. I
looked at the prices again, and saw that almost any place I bought food
here, a meal was going to cost at least $5, usually more. I
still had to buy lunch at school and breakfast some place else, like
McDonalds. If I spent only $10 a day on food, I
still only had enough money for four days!
“I started feeling really discouraged again all of a sudden.
This was all harder than I’d thought. I’d
left home in a panic, but then had thought I’d be able to do this.
Now, the reality was looking a lot different. There
were problems to deal with no matter what I tried to do.
“I sat down at one of the tables as I thought all this through.
I’d gone through some highs and lows that day, and although it
was only about noon, I was feeling a little drained. I
was just sitting there, thinking, when Eric, a guy I knew from school,
pulled up a chair and sat down across from me.
“ ‘Hey, Bryan,’ he said, ‘I didn’t see you in math. You
didn’t skip, did you?’ Eric had a big grin on his
face.
“Eric was a guy I knew from school.
Not a close friend, not even a friend, really, just a kid I knew
and was friendly with. But we were in the mall and
neither of us knew anyone else there, and in a case like that, someone
you don’t know that well can suddenly become a friend. Eric
talking to me like this was natural for him to do. I
might have done the same thing if he’d been sitting here and I was
looking to eat lunch with someone. Especially if I
could sort of catch him doing something wrong and sort of semi-tease
him about it. Like if he’d skipped some classes
that morning and here he was at the mall.
“This situation was like the rest of the morning had gone.
I was feeling really down just then, knowing I didn’t have
enough money to eat for very long and had no way to get any more, I was
wondering if I really could hide in that store and get away with it, I
was wondering if I’d been reported absent for missing two classes this
morning, I was wondering if I could even afford to eat lunch here, and
now here was Eric, all happy and goofing and not a care in the world.
This was all becoming like a bad dream, but I knew I wasn’t
going to wake up any time soon.”
Josh saw how Bryan’s face had tensed up as he remembered his
feelings at that moment. He felt compassion for
Bryan, but didn’t know what to say. He thought it
might be better to just let him talk through it. But
he wanted to contribute something. So he stood up,
got some milk from the refrigerator and poured a glass for Bryan, then
set it in front of him. Bryan was looking into the
distance and didn’t seem to notice.
“I suddenly felt this huge need to talk to someone about all
this. I almost began, then realized I didn’t know
Eric that well. What if I told him everything, then
he got worried and told his parents, or a teacher? That
would ruin everything. But this need to talk to
someone was almost more than I could handle. I
decided I had to say something.
“ ‘Eric, can I tell you something? Something
you have to keep secret?’
“I think he could hear something in my voice, because the grin
disappeared immediately. He looked at me very
seriously, and didn’t even answer right away. When
he did, he asked, ‘Is everything all right, Bryan?’ And
he asked it like he cared, like he wanted to help if he could.
“ ‘Eric, I’m in trouble. I can’t tell you
much about it, but I’m in trouble. You probably
think it’s strange I’m telling you, we don’t know each other very well,
but you sat down and asked what was going on, and I just felt I had to
say something to someone. Please, please don’t say
anything to anyone else. It would make it worse.’
“ ‘Sure, Bryan. You can trust me.
But what is it? What kind of trouble.
If it’s really bad, you should talk to an adult.’
“ ‘I wish I could. I just can’t.
If an adult finds out, things would be worse. Please
believe me on that.’
“ ‘OK. I won’t say anything. How
can I help?’
“ ‘I don’t know. You probably can’t.
I probably shouldn’t have said anything.’
“Eric didn’t say anything to that, just sat there looking at me
for a minute. I didn’t know him well, but knew
something about him, like you do about a lot of guys at school.
He was one of those kids who got along with the popular kids but
wasn’t really part of them. He seemed to have lots
of friends, but I didn’t see him hanging with any one particular guy
more than anyone else. I had heard he was pretty
smart and got really good grades. He always had
seemed like a solid guy to me. Now, he sat looking
at me, thinking. He was a guy who always was
laughing, always had a big smile on his face and seemed happy-go-lucky.
Now he was dead serious. He was thinking
about what I’d just said and his normal fun-loving behavior was set
aside for the moment. After thinking, he said,
‘Bryan, I really don’t need any details if you can’t tell me.
But I’ll still help if I can. Look, what do
you need? Are you hungry? Are
you safe? Do you need a ride somewhere?
Money? A place to stay? What
do you need?’
“Damn, I was so tempted to confide in him. I
so wanted to get rid of the burden of trying to do all this by myself.
But what if I told him, and he just decided it was too much and
he told his parents? He made me feel I could trust
him, but it just wasn’t safe to do it. He might
think he was doing the right thing by telling someone, and I could
still get screwed. I just couldn’t take the chance.
“But I could let him help me. ‘Eric,’ I
said, ‘it really makes me feel good, you wanting to help. I
wish I could tell you more, but I just can’t. But
you can help. I need money. I
think I’ve got everything else under control, but I need more money.
I’ll pay you back when I can, but it won’t be right away.
But any money you can give me would really, really help.
If you can’t do that, though, I understand. Some
kid you don’t know well asking for money is weird. Really
weird. I feel funny even mentioning it.’
I wasn’t even looking at him at that point. It
did feel funny, asking a guy who was almost a stranger for money.
“Eric was looking at me, and I was looking down at the table.
After a moment, he reached into his pocket and took out his
wallet. He opened it and took out a twenty dollar
bill. He handed it to me.
“I didn’t know what to do. That twenty
dollars would really help. But it felt so wrong to
take it from him. It made me feel strange.
Thinking of taking it, I suddenly didn’t feel like I was myself
any more. I looked at it, then back at him.
‘I can’t take it, Eric,’ I said, my voice sounding small to me.
‘Thanks, but I can’t.’ He looked at me a
little longer, then laid it on the table next to my hand. Then
he asked, ‘You eaten lunch yet?’ When I shook my
head, he told me to wait, he’d get us something. Then
he did what you did, he got me lunch. He got it for
both of us and brought it back to the table.
“He didn’t say anything, just took my food off his tray and put
it in front of me, then started in on his. I looked
at the food, then at him, then started to eat too. I
don’t know why, but as I took my first bite, I started to cry.”
Bryan stopped.
Josh was engrossed in the story, but when Bryan stopped, Josh
realized how emotional this was for him. “You don’t
have to say all this if you don’t want to, Bryan. This
sounds like it’s hard for you.”
“It is, but somehow, if feels good talking about it, too, like
I’m getting rid of feelings that are bottled up. I
want to do this.” He noticed the milk in front of
him, gave Josh a grateful grin, and drank about half of it.
“I really respected Eric right then. I was
crying, he looked at me briefly, then turned away. He
never once asked why. Finally I stopped crying, and
we ate lunch together with neither of us saying another word.
When we finished, Eric asked if I was going back to school, and
I told him I was. So we went together.
He had his bike and had just come to the mall for lunch.
He told me he liked to do that occasionally, to get away from
the school and all the commotion there and come here to eat lunch,
either by himself, or if he saw someone he knew, eat with them.
Just to not be in school any more. He
started talking about school stuff, teachers and kids and the like as
we rode back to the school. When we got there, I
started to thank him, and he cut me off. ‘Bryan, I
can tell you have a problem. If I can help, I will.
It’s no big deal. If you want to eat lunch
there tomorrow, I’ll go with you. I’ll pay for it.
Just let me know. I’ve got to run.
See ya.’ And then he just took off.
I watched him walk away, then headed off for my next class.
“My afternoon went just like nothing was different, just normal. I’d sort of been wondering in the back of my mind if, when my father woke up and found I wasn’t there, he’d call the school. So all day I was on edge, waiting for a call to the office, but it never happened. After my last class, I just got on my bike and rode back to the mall.”