Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2009 23:57:41 +0100 From: Jo-Arne B. Nymoen Subject: Smiles Faded When I Told, Instalment - Introduction This is my first novelseries ever, so be nice! Comments? questions? love it or hate it? tell me! - send me an email at - musikk_jonny@hotmail.com, now, onto the story! You can also read it at http://smilesfaded.blogspot.com/ , where I'll post the next chapters as soon as i get them done! Smiles faded when I told Introduction Hi, I'm Jon. I'm a 19-year-old Norwegian high school senior. I sing, a lot, I love it, and need it. I go mad without it. It was through singing I found myself. I found myself when I was about 16-17. That's when I feel in love for the first time, the first time I gave it a thought anyways. You see, the first love in my life was a guy. The guy was a dancer, a really good and hot dancer. His smile melted my heart; his voice did make my skin crawl just like in the song Lost. It never worked out though, but we had one really hot make-out session. He was more into his own kind, another dancer, than me, he just used me I guess. He moved away after a year anyways. A year went by, and because of all the work with school I didn't have the time to see anyone. In the beginning of my senior year, I saw Michael with new eyes. He sang some of his own songs, and the lyrics kind of made my heart melt a little. His green-brown eyes were deeper than I ever noticed before; his smile had an even stronger melting effect on my heart than the dancer ever had. We got a long really well; good friends and all, but I wanted something more. Everyone knew he was bi, and everyone knew I was gay, but I never dared to even think he would ever be mine. I hope you like the introduction. This is the story of my senior year; finding love, myself and who my real friends were, and are, is what I'm going to tell you about. I won't tell you anymore about the dancer, we never spoke again after he moved away, but I will tell you more about both me and Michael, and about me finding my way. eventually it will all just fade into pressent time, but until further notice, we'll be back in the past. I need to tell you a lot about my complicated life before you all really can understand how I feel.