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I am NOT the original author of this story. This story was originally posted on my forum (http://kbboys.darkbb.com) by an old friend who then proceeded to post Chapter 1 here on Nifty & give the a link to my forum at the bottom. I recently just realized that he never posted the rest of his story (which is UNFINISHED by the way) & so I thought for those who enjoyed Chapter 1 of Corey and Evan, it would only be fair to submit what else he wrote.
Corey and Evan- Chapter 2 by TW
Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional. Any character resemblance to a persn, living or dead, is entirely by accident and I assure you I didn't intend to base it off a real person! Enoy it.
Chapter Two:
Tuesday:
School was certainly a drag. Everyone in the third period Government class was busy chattering as Mr. Elliott was fiddling with the SMART Board. With a simple click of the mouse music rang through the classroom – it was L'Internationale. Everyone grew quiet. Mr. Elliott was already doing a special march around the room: this was the communist anthem. As expected, Mr. Elliott included the salute by raising his fist in the air.
Even while this was all going on, something caught Corey's eye. He glanced left and saw a kid looking at him, who quickly looked away as soon as he realized Corey had noticed him staring. Corey recognized him as one of those emo-type kids (and as such decided to stay away from the kid). One thought couldn't leave Corey's mind though – why was some random person staring at him? As long as he could remember, no one had ever really shown any signs of liking him.
Mr. Elliott returned to his desk at the music faded away. He laughed-
"Anyone want the music? Got plenty from the `roaring twenties' too... Just bring me your iPod." Not surprisingly, no one was very interested in getting the music other than the usual teacher's pet. Corey sighed, waiting for lunch; and despite it being only three periods away it felt as if it would never come.
"Hey Evan!" it was math class with Mrs. McAllister again. "Do you want to meet somewhere afterschool tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? Yeah, sure. Where?"
"I was thinking of this place down the street. Do you know the little music café off of Powell? It's called `The Scarlet and Grey'."
"Hm. I know where it's at. See you there at four?"
"Perfect. Four `o clock it is." Corey had tons of work to do so he went out in the hall to study and left Evan to listen to the day's lesson on business modeling.
Wednesday:
On the corner of Powell and Olentangy was the small café. Evan sat at the back of the room, where he had a clear view of the entrance as well as the music group on stage. He didn't know what genre they were considered, but decided he didn't like it so much – their combination of piano and harp playing made him sleepy despite it was still mid-afternoon.
He hadn't been able to meet with Corey and two weeks had already passed since they went to the movie theater together. The front door opened and there stood Corey, he waved to Evan and then proceeded to fight his way through the crowd of people to get to the back of the room. Corey sat down and avoided eye contact with Evan. He looked down and then looked up to his left towards the stage, at the band. Evan began to get worried – it always seemed like Corey started their conversations, and now he wasn't saying anything.
"Corey?"
"Hm?"
"Are you ok dude? You still got gloves on."
"Well I didn't exactly plan on staying inside."
"Uh, what?"
"Follow me outside silly!"
Christmas seemed so close now, even though it was barely Thanksgiving yet. There wasn't any snow; and had there been any, the strong bursts of wind would have caused something near to a whiteout. While neither of them knew, they both were thinking about whether or not they'd become boyfriends now. It seemed as if they were on a definite course to that sort of relationship.
"Ok, so since I wasn't sure when I'd next see you..." Corey trailed off as he unlocked the trunk of his car, "I don't believe in giving presents at a certain time of year. I think it's more logical to give someone stuff throughout the year. You, er, never know if something might happen to them." With this he grabbed a cardboard box from the trunk and handed it to Evan. He instructed Evan to get in the car with him.
Corey didn't exactly have anything planned out, but he knew he wanted to see Evan's reaction to his present. To keep them warm he started the car and turned the heat on, and then he looked at Evan. Evan's face was just slightly silhouetted partially by the bright landscape outside but also as a result of the foggy window. Without even realizing they both ended up holding hands.
"You gonna open it or what?"
"Oh right. Sorry." Evan ripped the top of the box off, and tons of little Styrofoam beads went everywhere. Pink beads were scattered about the floor and the passenger seat of the car where Evan sat.
"My god Evan, you better clean that up..." Corey said it in a sarcastic tone, and they laughed it off. Things got serious again and Evan sifted through the contents of the box.
"There's nothing in here?" He looked up from the box to find Corey in his face.
"I know!" They kissed. Evan's hand just went limp in the empty box, his other arm in the air he put on Corey's thigh. Corey had moved and one of his legs was on the floor directly next to Evan's, over the console between the seats. Their second kiss was certainly more meaningful than the first. It was a kiss which transported them into a zone which neither of them had ever explored before, as if the boys were just like the European imperialists of Africa and China.
Evan broke the kiss, reluctant as he was to do so – but there was an urgent question to be answered. "Does this make us...boyfriends?"
"I say so!" Corey glanced into the eyes of his boyfriend, the eyes which had so much depth to them that he felt like he was thrown into some terrestrial ocean from way past Jupiter, eyes that seen gruesome acts which were unknown to Corey, the eyes that draw you in and make you feel as if somehow you know this person who you've never met better than your best friend – eyes that truly engross the human spirit and swallow its entirety until there is nothing left, and to an extent just to regurgitate it all and provide a warmth and tranquility, a form of protection if you will, thereby revealing the vast abyss of knowledge yet to even be touched upon by humanity. These were the eyes of someone who loved, hated, and feared; these were the eyes of Evan Hayes.
"Wow, I am lucky to even just know someone like you Evan. When I'm around you... I really have this feeling as if-"
CRACK. "Fags!" someone shouted from outside of the car.
"Shit! Did someone see us or something?" Corey tried glancing out the window but couldn't see anything. "At least it was only a snowball... Maybe we should get going though. I'll drive you home, is that ok?" Corey drove Evan home, and they both silently wondered why people had to be so immature and ignorant - especially to the point where they were blinded and unable to realize that love is love, regardless of anything else.
Again, I am NOT the original author. The original author is my old friend TW who shared this story on my forum & never finished. All rights go to him, I'm just posting it for him.
for the story on my forum http://kbboys.darkbb.com/t34-corey-and-evan
for discussion about the story http://kbboys.darkbb.com/t35p30-corey-and-evan-discussion
for my forum http://kbboys.darkbb.com