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Call Forth Come Hither
Chapter One
I just kept telling myself that over and over again. I didn't have anybody. I wanted to believe I didn't need anybody. I desperately needed to believe. If an orphan came knocking at an orphanage, don't you think they'd open the door for him? Because he belonged? If a crazed tiger came clawing at the gates of the zoo, don't you think they'd let him in? Because he belonged? If a damaged vessel came to port, don't you think they'd help him? Because he belonged? No... I can't give up. I can subject myself to that kind of humiliation for my family. I may be partially insane, but the best people in this world usually are.
As I sat at home, I wondered just how much force it would take to crush the human skull.
"I don't know," I told myself. Gee was I bored. Do I go for a drive? "No... dad will be home soon. I can't risk coming back after he does. I'd just be begging for trouble. And Lord knows I can't lie worth crap." I usually carried on conversations with myself like this. Well, with nobody around to talk to but a dog that just looks at you thoughtlessly, you tend to resort to those kind of things. It helps sometimes to think things out loud. "Pshhh! Yeah right!" I interjected. "That's what I'm doing Timmy, just thinking aloud... That'll get you a white padded room before you can say antisocialdisastblishmentarianism." I chuckled a little.
The rest of my Monday was uneventful, to say the least. School the next day wasn't much either. Shell just mumbled on and on about Lucas... Or was it Zack this time? No, it was Lucas, because he had done something horrendous at the party over the weekend, and now they weren't together. Well, at least not until 5pm. The girl had the most confusing love life of anyone I had ever known, but she was guilty of what I think most people are these days. She was in love with the idea of love, so she slept with any guy that told her that four letter word. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't the school slut. She was just somewhat naïve, like most of the people in high school are.
In fact, Shell was my best friend (I have two: Shell, and Adey, who unfortunately moved away to college this last fall.). Shell was the best person I could've told about being gay, because she herself was bi, and she has respected my wishes better than anyone else, so I do the same. She doesn't tell me I am wrong for being gay, and I don't tell her she's wrong for sleeping with guys. In fact, because of this, we get along quite harmoniously. She's one of three immediate friends I have left, and of those three, she's my favorite.
The normal, unassuming day resumed, as I navigated the severely populated hallways to get to my final period. They always thinned out after passing the cafeteria. Few people traveled to the gymnasium, which was a good two minute walk away from the cafeteria.
Like clockwork, young, handsome Samuel (or that's what I used to think) strolled in from a separate doorway. I quickly passed him as he made his way to the locker-rooms, undoubtedly complaining about something new today. The kid may be hot, and the old object of my affections, but the kid sure can whine and complain. God, that was probably one of his worst personality traits.
We never spoke anymore. After cutting me off from him last year, I could never face him properly. One day I might have wanted to cry my heart out to him, and the next, beat him into oblivion for making me fall in love with him, and then cutting me off one day, never speaking to me again. Today was the day that I wished I had a frying pan to smash him with, or maybe a baseball bat... An AK-47 might do the trick to, but I don't like seeing people's insides smeared along the wall. Maybe a good whale flogging might be ideal. Yes... I would suffice with the humorous outcome of seeing a whale smacking him upside, and inside out (not physically of course) with it's black and white fluke. I'm sure that would bring me great comfort and joy.
I thought about possible punishments for him all through my final period of the day. My computer was severely mal-nourished from my lack of inputs all period long. Soon enough, the bell rang, and I noticed a sharp jab in both my sides.
"Common pussy!" Shell said yanking my arm toward the door. I did the best O could to sling my pack over my shoulder and rushed close behind.
"Sorry... Just been thinkin." I responded once outside the doors. I remove my keys from my pocket and proceeded to unlock my car doors for both me and my... passenger.
"Common! I don't have all day!" She screamed playfully as I reached for her door lock. I severely missed having power door locks anymore.
I smirked more confidently than I felt, and said, "Patients is a virtue, young grasshopper." She rolled her eyes, and took her seat.
"Hey... Can you take me to Jeremy's today?" She asked confident herself.
"What!?" I complained. Yup.. I lost, I wasn't even before 5, and they were already back together. I moaned. I had so hoped I was off the hook today from being her personal chauffer again.
She put on her best puppy-dog face, and pleaded the best she could. "I'll fill up you're gas tank for you! Pleazzzzzz!" She emphasized the z sounds at the end of her plea. I had to admit, a free tank of gas sounded appealing.
"Fine..." I caved and she bombarded me with her thanks.
"Maybe Lucas can find some hot guy to fuck you too... Or maybe HE could..."
I jumped in. "NO!!!! NO! NO! NO! NO! Stop it! I don't wanna hear how hot he is or how big his dick is! La! La! La! La!" I REALLY didn't think Jeremy was all that hot. Personally, red-heads never really appealed to me, nor did overweight guys. I didn't care how big their dick was if it wasn't the only think I'd have to look at. I just... "No! I can do fine on my own thank you..."
"Ok!" She mused; relented. "But you're never going to have your cherry popped unless you really give it a try..." She was smiling now. She knew I was still a virgin, and no matter how much I lied, she always saw right through me.
"I am not a virgin!!!!" I screamed, as I sped down the highway approaching her sub-division.
"Uh-huh..."
"What? You think you know me that well? I suffered under her gaze.
"Then tell me everything... The texture, the feel, everything." Somehow, I wondered if she tried anal. I cringed at the thought.
"Well... Well um..." I was struggling. She had me, and she knew it. "You see... there was this bottle that I..." She cut me off.
"I knew it! Hahaha! I knew you were a virgin!" My face began turning bright red both from embarrassment and anger. "You can't keep anything from me timmy... I know you to well." Indeed she knew me too well.
The car was silent as we approached her house.
"Just txt me when you wanna leave... I'll be right over, but first I wanna make sure some stuff is taken care of."
"KK!" Was all she said as she shut the door. Walking up her drive I heard her giggling, and mumbling something about a bottle. I began giggling too as I drove off to my house.
...A bottle... What was I thinking? A bottle!... I really needed to work on my lying techniques. As I drove up to my house, I noticed that a family had finally started moving in next door. Clearly distracted, I didn't realize until my new neighbors approached my car that I had run into the back of my dad's car in the garage.
I was so accustomed to parking in the garage, I totally didn't think that my dad started parking there since we switched cars. Oh boy was I in trouble. Luckily I was only crawling forward, and no damage seemed apparent, just a few Knicks on both cars. Now if only my dad's car hadn't bumped into the wall, all will be ok, I won't have to tell him anything (Like I'm sure most teenagers don't tell their parents either when they wreck their cars).
As I got my things from the back seat of the car, the neighbors I mentioned before approached me. Unfortunately, they saw the whole thing.
"Is everything ok?" The oldest one asked. I assumed he was the father.
"Oh yeah! No harm done." I smiled as earnestly as possible. They all seemed to giggle at my hilarity (yeah right).
"Well, I'm Mr. Coolidge, but you can call me Ted." He pointed to himself and I smirked.
"Coolidge? Like Calvin Coolidge? Any relation there?" I asked fascinated in the humor of the situation.
"No... Unfortunately not..." The woman to the right said. Apparently his wife. "But don't tell him that, he has been trying to convince us for years. I just wouldn't bother." She gave a gentle smile my way. I returned it.
"This is my wife, Aerus..." Ted mentioned, a bit bruised, but minutely. I smiled again and gently shook her hand. "And this is my Son Freddy, his little sister Sarah, and the big guy hear is..." Ted was cut off.
"The big guy here, is Alex..." He glared at his father, and extended his arm towards me.
I smiled and greeted them all. They were pleasant, and Alex in particular was quite a sight himself. I've always strived for unique friends, and by the looks of it Alex didn't get much more unique. His hair had an interesting cut. It was longer in the front. His bangs were long enough to cover his eyes (they didn't though), then on the sides, in front of his ears, his hair was long: Almost touching his shoulders. Then behind his ears, it was cut shorter, and dramatically tousled. If his hair wasn't died orange, I would call it an emo-ish hairstyle, but the color- choice itself set it apart from the crowd. His eyes were a soft, earthy green, and his face was sharp, and masculine. His figure was taught, and very muscled. It almost made me drool, watching him there.
I quickly regained my composure, and turned towards my dad's car, which just moments ago was assaulted. I quickly wondered if it counted as assaulting a police officer. After all, my nickname for the car was The Constable, because it was a retired police car. I noticed a smirk sound from Alex's mouth and quickly turned to see my new neighbors still standing there.
"Well, now the trick is to keep my dad from noticing." I said in attempt to close conversation pleasantly.
"Well he'll never get a word out of us," Ted responded. "Well, it was nice meeting you..."
I just remembered! I forgot to tell them my name! "Its Timmy!" I jolted out.
"Well Timmy, we'll be seeing you around." Ted responded as his family continued unpacking. Alex was the last one to turn around. Dang he was gorgeous! Even WITH red hair!
I hot-footed it into the house and went straight to my room, without a single interjection from my father... wherever he was. I made it. I sighed as I dropped my things, and plopped down on my bed, exhausted from my day.