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Chapter 15 : Gluttony.
I was sitting in the dining room with the speakerphone on. T-Boy was there. Sampson was on the other line. He had just admitted that he wrote that poem for me. "You wrote that for me?" I asked. I had asked it as if I hadn't heard him the first time. It was a stupid move because Sampson repeating it would just further confirm all the emotions that were in that poem. "Yeah. I know it was selfish. I wanted everyone to know. I see all these guys chasing you and T-Boy was over there claiming you. I know you was never really mine, but I felt like I was robbed." I looked over at T-Boy. He looked pissed. I shouldn't have made the call. I should have just left it alone. I had no idea that Sampson felt that way about me. The way he was speaking was so beautiful though. He was letting so much of him out. If T-Boy was feeling this, he didn't know how to voice it. Sampson was good at that. "I never knew you felt like that." T-Boy was just sitting there silent. He was biting his lip as though trying not to spas. I thought about hanging up the speakerphone, but T-Boy looked like he was going to spas anyway. What did a little more matter? "Yeah I did. Ha, its funny cause I was such an idiot with Ma's situation. I still don't believe she did that, but even though we have our differences I still love you." "I love you too, man." I just felt like I had to say that. I didn't want to sound rude. "No, not like that well I do love you like that. I do have that brotherly love for you, but sometimes it gets a little deeper then that." That was when I saw T-Boy get up. It was almost like he wasn't still wearing a cast. He walked across the room without the aide of the crutch. He walked right up to the speakerphone in fury. T-Boy yelled into the speakerphone, "You jealous piece of shit!" "T-Boy," I said, pushing him away from the speakerphone as though I was breaking up a fight between the two of them in real life. T-Boy smacked his hand off me, "Don't touch me!" As he smacked my hand back he want over to the wall as though trying to calm himself down. I wondered why he didn't want to leave the room. He was still trying to hear the conversation. "Sampson did you write the notes too?" "Yeah, I'm so sorry. I made Shane give them to you. I know it was wrong to do all those things. I really regret it. I know I can't be with you but even though it's hard. I'll accept that. I just at least want to be friends." "Ok oh, Sampson. I liked the poem." I had to tell the truth. I didn't care if it made T-Boy mad really. My theory behind why I kept adding to the flame was because T-Boy was already mad. He was already acting like a baby about the entire situation. He always wanted to get his way. Sampson just said he just wanted to be friends. What was so bad about that? T-Boy walked out of the room. I myself, said goodbye to Sampson and then hung up the phone. I went around in a state of euphoria. I couldn't believe it! Sampson had a crush on me! This whole time! He sounded so sweet even saying he wanted to stay friends. I hugged my pillow tightly as soon as I got in my room. It was so fucking hard to believe. I mean Sampson! I also sighed to know that Shane wasn't gay and didn't like me. That meant I could keep being friends with Shane. I found myself getting a hard on just knowing that Sampson liked me! I laid flat on the woody, pretending my bed was Sampson! I was so fucking excited I started to grind up on the bed, then hump in excitement! "Um what are you doing?" Byron asked, walking in. I jumped off the bed and gave Byron the biggest hug. I squeezed him in a bear hug and strained to lift him off the ground. The smile had spread across my face like I was a kid at Christmas. "HEY!" "You look happy," Byron said and then looked down, "You feel happy too " He was talking about my dick and I laughed because I knew that I was hard, but I still didn't care. I went to my drawer and opened it. It was an entire box of sweets. I kept my sweets by my bedside just in case I got a late night crush. I had a lot of late night crushes. "Ha!" I said, throwing two or three chocolate pieces in my mouth. "Ew," Byron explained, "You are such a glutton. Send some of that to the kids in Rwanda." He always made fun of my eating habits. He said I ate too much, but my abs were now tighter than his was and the only thing that had a little meat on it was my ass. I could handle meat on my ass too. Ha, T-Boy liked to squeeze that. Matter of fact, I think T-Boy had a kind of obsession with my ass. I ignored him and shoved more chocolates in my mouth. Too bad for the kids in Rwanda, I guess. They could get Angelina Jolie to feed them some chocolates. She liked doing stuff like that. I didn't. I liked to fill my stomach before anyone else's. The chocolates made me even more hyper. I was acting like a little fucking schoolgirl. I didn't understand why, but there was just something about Sampson liking me that caused me to go crazy. "What is it? Tell me, tell me!" Byron said, sitting beside me on the bed and clapping like he was making fun of my giddiness. I paused. I didn't want to tell him, but I was so fucking I don't know! I was so fucking something! I just kept thinking about the poem that Sampson had written. I knew most girls in the school (and some boys) wished Sampson had been talking about them. The sweetest part of it was that Sampson said he wanted to just be friends. "You know about Sampson right?" I asked, "The boxer " "Oh yeah, yeah. Tommy boy's brother right?" "Uh yeah him, his adopted brother." I started to eat more chocolates. I ate about four more. They were so fucking good. I started to have these thoughts. I wondered how chocolate tasted if it was smothered all over a big hard dick. I loved chocolate with a passion. Then again I liked every food with a passion. I wonder how I tasted it was actually making me hungry. I wondered how T-Boy was feeling right now. I didn't know what he was mad at. Sampson had never said he was trying to steal me. Sampson had even used the words, "Even though we can't be together". T-Boy was just overreacting about the whole thing. "Syn, put 'down' the sweets for god sakes," Byron demanded, "What were you saying about Sampson?" "He wrote me those letters," I explained, "It wasn't Shane. Can you believe it! Shane just gave me the letters!" I was smiling as though it was the best news in the world. It was pretty good. I mean; I much would have wanted Sampson to have a crush on me then Shane. Shane was nice and all, but Sampson was two steps away from perfection. My heart had never beat so fast over a boy saying he liked me but just wanted to be friends. Byron didn't share my smile. "Wait, so Tommy's brother wrote you a love letter." "Yeah!" "And you are happy about this because ?" I stopped smiling. I wasn't sure why I was really happy. I shouldn't have been. Sampson's letter had upset my boyfriend and opened the possibility for Trash to set me up for attempted murder. Still it was sweet! "He likes me," I said, "I know that we can't be a couple or anything, but it just feels really good to have someone say that they 'love' you. T-Boy hasn't even told me he loved me." Byron stopped talking for a minute. He got real quiet. "But I told you that I loved you," he said suddenly, "I don't remember you being anywhere as happy." He got off the bed. He just crossed his arms and had this emotional face on. Great, now he was pissed off too. Unlike T-Boy, Byron didn't look mad. He just looked hurt. He looked like I had been domestically abused him or something. He looked like the male Tina Turner. What the hell did I do to deserve this too? "Byron, you can't be serious?" I asked him, looking at his expression. "I am!" he shouted all of a sudden, "Do you enjoy playing with people's hearts or something?" "How am I playing with your heart?" "I told you that I loved you! You act like Sampson was the first one to say it!" I laughed, "So I'm playing with your heart cause I don't love you back?" He paused for a moment. He looked like he was thinking. I saw him quickly wipe something off my face. I was basically laughing at this by now! Was this guy crying because I wasn't happy about him coming in room, threatening to commit suicide as he confessed his love to me? "Dr. Lopez didn't help. I still feel the same way. I hate that you don't even care! Look, you are fucking eating again not even paying me any attention." Tell the truth, I started to eat the chocolates again. I was actually enjoying it too. I had found some whip cream and some cookies. It was fantastic. But who said that I didn't care? Byron going on his little hissy fit wasn't really helping my image of him. He just looked like a little girl whining because I didn't love him. First T-Boy and now Byron. They were all pissed just because I happened to like Sampson's writings. I wasn't going to let someone make me feel bad, "This isn't a soap opera. All I can say is one word 'anti- depressants.' Go find some." He growled, "That just shows you don't care!" He walked out of the room, leaving the door open as he left. He probably left it open because he expected me to run out after him like they did in those romance movies. I sighed, closed the door and binged on snacks till I went to sleep. It was Halloween. The dreariness of Halloween had never really caught on to me yet really. People had really been celebrating Halloween all week in the school (like the talent show) but today was actually the day. People dressed little 5-year old kids as ghosts and witches. Was it just me or was something seriously wrong with that? I didn't understand why people celebrated dead things and skeletons. It seemed to me a little morbid and borderline Satanism. However, Halloween was my favorite holiday because of the candies! I woke up feeling extra crabby despite the promise of candies for the night. It was enough that Trash was out there wanting to kill me, but now both my boyfriend and our roommate were pissed off at me for their own insecurities. I went down to the breakfast table to see Byron and T-Boy. Usually T-Boy would wake me up. He didn't wake me up today. As I walked in, they both were having a conversation. They didn't even look up to acknowledge me walk in. "Both of you still mad?" There was suddenly silence. I guess that was the answer. I got up and walked to the mirror. My outfit was nice. I was trying to not let them know that I felt a little isolated. I had expected them both to see how juvenile they were being overnight. They didn't though, they were both still acting like little cornballs. "I'm leaving now," T-Boy told me, "So if you want a ride, I'll wait outside. I'll only be waiting 5 minutes and if you don't show up I'm leaving." He was speaking to me so cold, but I knew he still worried about me. He walked out the door. I looked over at Byron. He would be the easier one to make up with, so I could deal with him anytime. I walked over to Byron and gave him a kiss on the forehead, "You'll get over it, big bro." He looked surprised that I kissed him, but didn't say anything. I smiled at his stubbornness and stole the apple from his plate. I knew he would be talking to me before long. I ate the apple and counted 5 minutes. T-Boy knew not to test my hungriness. I got crabby when I don't eat. I was going to enjoy this apple. I waited till 5 minutes passed and it went on till 10 minutes. I wanted to see if T-Boy was really going to leave me. I knew T-Boy had probably taken Sampson's letter really personal, but I felt it was the same exact thing as Sydney liking him. T-Boy wasn't going to risk our relationship on a letter, either. I walked out on the lawn. Sure enough, T-Boy was still there waiting for me. I laughed to myself and then walked out to the car. I knew he wasn't going to leave me. "Next time, I'm leaving," he muttered, coldly. Yeah right, I thought. He was just bluffing. T-Boy was definitely one of those bluffing types. I didn't respond to the comment as we rolled off. He was trying to act rough, but I knew he couldn't stay mad at me for long. Could he? I mean, he was just one of those fucking people. As he drove, I looked at him. He still had that serious shit face on like someone had just sucker punched him. He was still sexy though. In fact, he was probably a little more sexy with that pissed off look on his face. His eyebrows were arched the entire time. He was trying to let me know that he was still pissed. I looked at his face and at the sweatpants he was wearing. He even dressed like he was in a bad mood! My eyes crept down shit, his dick looked heavenly sitting on his lap as we drove through downtown to get to the school. I reached down and rested my dick on his sweatpants. He looked down at my hand on his dick for a quick minute and then looked back at the window. "What are you doing?" he asked. I smiled, "What does it look like?" I started to pet his dick. I grabbed it through the fabric. It was thick as hell. The grip I had on it was tight. I started to squeeze it. He was hard before I even knew. His dick was like a rock. I was still able to turn him on. "Stop it," he suddenly said and moved my hand, "I'm driving." "Fine, stop the car," I said suddenly. It was really pissing me off now. I didn't deserve to be treated like this. I hadn't done anything to either him or Byron besides being understanding of Sampson. What I thought about Sampson was none of their fucking business. T-Boy wasn't married to me and I damn sure didn't owe Byron any explanations. "What?" "You heard me, I'm inches away from you. I said stop the car. I'm walking." "What? You're going to be late." "Stop the damn car!" He pulled over immediately, looking even more pissed, "Whatever." He gave me a grimy look. He hadn't even pushed the automatic door release. I knew this meant that he expected me to be bluffing. I looked at him again. I admit that I was kind of hesitating, but I knew that I had to get out since I made the threat already. I hadn't expected him to stop, but I guess he only stopped because he hadn't expected me to get out. It was all a mind game. I had to get out or he'd win. "Asshole," I said, getting out of the car and slamming the door behind myself. "Syn, come back," he said almost immediately as I started to take steps to walk away, "You're acting stupid. You are just going to be late." "No, what is stupid is that you are blaming me for someone having a crush!" We were downtown and the streets were crowded. A couple of cars that were in traffic had turned to see what I was shouting about. I didn't mind though. Matter of fact, I liked the attention. I fed off the attention that I was getting and I damn sure knew how to get the attention. His face looked shy around the attention, "Syn, get in." "I'm not in the mood to being accepting your attitude. I didn't eat. I get crabby when I don't eat!" I said, crossing my arms, "So I'm fucking walking!" I really did want to get in, but not until he stopped being mad at me. Most people would shower their boyfriends with apologies, but I just showered him with the same attitude that he'd been giving me. "You know you don't want to walk," he explained, "You are my boyfriend. You are hungry, we'll stop to a drive-thru. I'm not going to let you fucking get late to school again. You got like 7 lateness days against you already and its not even November." Oh, he really thought that I wasn't going to walk. He was testing my stubbornness. A drive-thru did sound pretty good. I unfolded my arms and looked the other way. It would be a couple of blocks to get to the school. I would definitely be late. He looked like he was calming down a little, but I could still see a hint of attitude. "I'm your boyfriend, huh?" I asked, "You haven't been treating me like it." "Syn! Get in this car or " "Or what?" "Fine, be like that," he said in this low voice. He put his hands on the wheel and started to drive away. He fucking drove away! I crossed my arms and stomped. I couldn't believe that he fucking drove away! I looked up ahead! I was bluffing! I didn't want to fucking walk! I had hunger pains! Someone seemed to notice my angriness as they slowed down to me, even though they had space enough to keep going. It was a long car, something like a limo. The person had seen me standing out on the street corner, I guess because their eyes pierced out of the limo. They looked over at me with this look and I stared back at them. "You ok?" a voice came out of the car. The voice sounded familiar. I squinted trying to see through the tinted glass, but then the person who was behind the glass, just lowered the glass a little more. It was weird. It was Sampson! I looked at Sampson. He was dressed weird. I went up to the limousine and put my head in the window. Did he win the lottery since I was gone or something? I mean, did Sampson strike it rich through all of Ms. Nicole's stealing or what not. "Hey, let me in," I demanded, seeing that he wasn't opening the door, "Quick, we gotta get to McDonalds. I got hunger pains. You know I get crabby when I'm hungry." "What?" Sampson said, twisting his head and acting like he didn't know me. Where'd he get all those nice clothes? He had on this ring that looked like he robbed a diamond mine. I wondered if it was a fake ring. I wondered if this was a costume for school or something. It looked nice enough to be one. Maybe he was in some program, but then why wasn't anyone else in the back of the limo? "Stop playing. Let me in," I said. I was getting pissed off now. He didn't understand the word, 'crabby'. I'd fucking woken up to eat a fucking apple. People don't eat apples for breakfast. That shit wasn't normal. I needed real food, especially if I was going to school. I needed concentration immediately. I banged hard against the window. I knew it was going to piss him off that I was banging on the window but he was pissing me off by not driving me to the drive-thru at McDonalds. "You're cute," he said, making me smirk a little, but then said, "But you're crazy." Sampson then told the driver to drive away. I stood there looking at the car driving away. My breathing was getting heavy. What the fuck was going on? Was it 'be mean to Syn' day or something? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I had taken an alternate route to school. I figured if I was going to be late then it didn't really matter. I had actually gone to McDonalds and filled my stomach. I figured that I had to do in-school suspension for that poem I read so what the hell. I sat there and dug every last cent out of my wallet. I ate a burger for T-Boy being mad at me. I ate a chicken sandwich for Byron being mad at me. I ordered an extra-large milkshake since Sampson was now mad at me. I hated all of them being mad at me. My stomach started hurting soon, but I made sure that I finished everything. Suddenly I felt my stomach gagging. My chest felt deep and caved in. There was this sour taste in my mouth. The guy behind the counter saw me gagging at the little eating bar they set up, "Are you ok, sir?" I shook my head and vomited all over the bar. I was kind of embarrassed but after they cleaned it all up, I was fine again. My breath smelled like vomit but I figured if I walked around with my mouth open, it would go away after a while. I went to refill what I vomited, "Can I have three more McChicken sandwiches?" "Sir. You should be careful. What you are doing isn't healthy." I looked at the guy and squinted my eyes. I couldn't believe that he was actually hesitating on giving me my fucking order. He was one of those guys who figured just because they were older, they could tell you what to do and how to live your life. I wasn't asking for the world, I just wanted to eat my McChicken sandwiches. "Look bastard!" I said, slapping my hand on the table, "Look at my body! Now look at yours! I am in shape. I can eat, but no matter how much I eat I won't get as fat as you. You overweight, piece of shit!" "Sir, I'm just saying it isn't healthy. Did you think maybe you have Bulimia?" "Fuck what you are saying!" I yelled, making a scene, "I'm hungry! I'm angry! That isn't Bulimia! You know what isn't healthy? What isn't healthy is being an overweight 60 year-old man still working at McDonalds and you're still not even the fucking manager! You are fucking unhealthy!" "God, if you want them so bad," the man said and handed me a bag full of the McChicken sandwiches. "Thank you for your generosity," I said sarcastically, snatching the sandwiches. I went to eat the sandwiches on the curb because everyone in the McDonalds was giving me weird stares. I had gotten pissed about Sampson not picking me up and sat on the curb waiting for someone else to drive by that I knew. No one did, so I had to walk. Now I was at school with almost everyone asking me why I had been so late. I walked right past T-Boy as I saw him standing at my locker. He was standing there, but he didn't fucking say anything. He was probably expecting me to apologize to him or something so that we can make up. I wasn't about to do that. FUCK HIM! I had to fucking walk all the way to school! I was 3 periods late. It was lunch, before I knew it. "Hey, Syn," Shane said, walking up to me, "I really, really got to talk to you." I was sitting alone, which was weird. I had left all the popular people at my table, because it had gotten so fucking crowded. I started my own table and nobody was sitting there yet, except Shane now. "I know, I know," I said, digging in this bag of Oreos and coming out with a handful of crumbs. "You know about Sampson?" "Yeah, I told him last night," Sampson interrupted, suddenly. I watched Sampson walk over, too. Oh great. I didn't mind Shane, but now Sampson was here. I still couldn't believe he had called me crazy and driven away! What the fuck was the problem with him? Did I do something wrong to him too? I mean, people were just mad at me for no reason. First T-Boy, then Byron and now Sampson. He didn't seem mad though, now. He was dressed differently as well. It was almost like Sampson had gone through a complete mood swing since this morning. "Oh, nice. Now that you don't have a limo or a suit you want to talk to me," I said rolling my eyes and trying to sip some more juice. It was empty. "What?" Sampson said, "Syn, are you ok?" Damn, I didn't even notice that I had this crabby look on my face. I looked miserable and I shouldn't have been. That was probably why Sampson said I was crazy this morning. Shane was back in school and Sampson was talking to me again after all this time. I should have been happy about it. "Its ok, I guess I have been acting crazy." I explained and put on a smile, "I just had a bad morning. I hate people being upset with me. You aren't upset right Sampson?" He looked confused, "Why would I be?" "Good," I said and smiled, "By the way, you two really fooled me with that note." Shane laughed, "I had guys on the basketball team hitting on me today because they heard that I was gay since I gave you those letters. I had to explain that I wasn't gay about three times." I laughed. I definitely knew what he was talking about. I could relate. There were a lot more gay guys in the school, but they were all on the DL. I found it hilarious that they all tried to get with me as soon as they found out that T-Boy and I were going out. I didn't even know half the guys who tried to hit on me. "Ha, yeah, I thought it was one of them that sent the letter," I said and looked at Sampson, "I didn't think it was you for a single minute." He looked a little shy and embarrassed, but he still smiled, "Why not?" I smirked, "It was just something unexpected." "Your boyfriend looks pissed," Shane suddenly mentioned, sounding a little gaunt. I looked over at the table. T-Boy was definitely looking over at Sampson, Shane and I. Big Rob was talking to T-Boy but he wasn't even listening. He was just eyeing us down. "Don't worry bout it, lil' bro," Sampson explained, "He'll get over it. It's not like I'm trying to steal you. I just wanted to let you know what I was feeling. However, if he ever fucks up " We laughed at his little taunt I guess Sampson could see my care about T-Boy's feelings. T-Boy definitely had the right to feel insecure. I would be thinking about a lot if somebody was writing him love notes and love poems too. I could understand that he was insecure, but what I didn't understand was why he was pissed. Sampson wasn't forcing himself on me. He did have a sort of respect for my relationship with T-Boy. He hadn't tried to ask me to leave T-Boy or anything like that. He had made it clear that he even though he wanted more, he was willing to settle with just being my friend. "Why do you two hate each other so much?" I asked Sampson. I knew that they had sex, but it didn't seem like the reason. The hate that was between the two was a lot deeper then that. Hate would come from sex only if there were sexual feelings still attached in between them. They both DEFINITELY seemed like they didn't want to have sex again. So what was the big secret? "Its deep " Sampson said, almost warning. "That only makes us want to know a little more," Shane laughed. "I'm sorry," Sampson said, "I don't want to concern either of you." "You are one of my best friends and he is my boyfriend," I pleaded, "I would think that it should concern me." "One day but not now," he said. The bell rang, which basically saved him because I was going to dig until I found out all about it. It seemed like one of those things that Sampson definitely didn't want me to know. T-Boy really avoided talking about the past as well. It made me wonder why they didn't talk about it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~///~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The rest of the school day was boring. The teachers were giving out candy to all the excited kids. I was only excited about the candy. The other students were acting so young however. All the freshmen were hyper because it was Halloween. However, I was anticipating the plans that Shane and Sampson had set up. It was the last bell and they'd come to my locker to ask if they could stay the night over. They said since it was Halloween. I said sure. I didn't have any plans. The only worry was really T-Boy, but then again what would he do? It was really my house. The entire house was in my name and he was just helping me pay for groceries. Sampson (who bought his own car) drove since I knew T-Boy was probably on that whining tip still. I was happy that I didn't have work and I was even happier that Shane, Sampson and I were hanging out again. "Why aren't you fat?" Shane asked me. We went to the movies since it was too early to do anything else. Shane sat on one side and Sampson on the other. It was a crazy horror movie, but I had left to get some food. When I returned, Shane was commenting me because I had ordered a tub of popcorn and buffalo wings. I planed to eat them by myself too. "I think its great that he can eat without gaining wait," Sampson defended me while looking me up and down, "His body definitely never changes. It still looks good." I smiled and turned to the movie. The plot of the movie had to do with a guy who buried his wife in the backyard (which was stupid in itself). Then he gets remarried and has kids. Then his wife comes back as a ghost because she is so pissed off that he got remarried. She tries to kill everyone in the house and it was this big escape scene towards the end of the movie. "Shit!" Sampson shouted. I looked over at him reacting to the ghost lady chasing the new wife into the bathroom. The new wife was in the bathroom and locked the door. The new wife leaned up against the shower curtain. Why come people never ran outside? They always ran to lock themselves up somewhere. You never really see a ghost go outside Shane was getting into the movie, "Don't go there! The lock on the bathroom is broken!" Yeah, Shane was one of those people. He shouted at the movie the entire time like it was really happening. He judged every choice the people made. He took the movie seriously, which I found just hilarious. "Damn!" Sampson cried out along with a lot of other people as the bathroom door crept open in the Horror film. "Push up against the door! Push up against the door!" Shane shouted. I was the only one in the audience who didn't seem affected by the movie. I mean, it was a good movie and everything (better then The Village), but it was just predictable. I was more concentrated on if refills were free. I looked over at Sampson. He looked real scared. It was almost cute that he was so scared of the movie. I found myself reaching out to his hand. I just wanted to touch it. I don't know. I just wanted to kind of see what I was missing out on. "Ah!" he shouted along with others as the movie got scarier. Sampson turned over to me and buried his face in my chest trying to avoid watching what was going to happen. I don't even think he noticed what he did. He looked almost like he was listening to my heartbeat. He looked so comfortable. I guess he realized that he was leaning up against my chest. He pulled away and looked me in my eyes. I wanted to tell him that I didn't mind at all. I wanted to tell him that he could lay his head on my chest whenever he wanted. He could lie in my bed, if he wanted. I wanted to tell him a lot of sexual thoughts, but I just didn't. The movie had ended soon after that. The new wife was killed and the ghost went back in her grave. Her husband had dug up her body and moved it to a cemetery like it should have been in the first place. Then it was over and I was kind of disappointed because I wanted Sampson to get scared enough to bury his head in my chest again. "That is the most retarded bitch in the world!" Shane stormed, on the drive home, "The creepy little girl told her, 'Remember to fix the lock on the bathroom door.' She didn't even listen!" I laughed at how the quiet kid, Shane was now the talkative one. Luckily for us, he was in the backseat and didn't have eye contact to see if anyone was really paying attention to him. I wanted to tell him that it was just a movie, but I knew he was a horror movie fanatic. He would just whine about it. It was dark outside. Sampson drove up to my house and parked behind T-Boy's car. I was sure there would be drama if I brought Sampson and Shane to the house, but I didn't care. T-Boy wasn't controlling, because I wasn't the type to be controlled. I knew if my personality was just a little bit weaker, he'd be telling me what to do like he did to Sydney. Shane went on ahead and Sampson held me back. "You liked the movie?" Sampson asked. I nodded, "A little. It was pretty long, but it's the only actually scary movie I've seen in a while." "Yeah it was scary," he said and nudged me, "Don't tell anyone I went bitch in the movie theaters and hid my eyes on your shoulder." Sampson laughed and I laughed. "It was actually my chest," I said and just spit it out, "I don't mind though. I liked it. It made me feel manly." He snickered, "I'm glad I could oblige. Maybe next time you'll get scared and show me how it feels to be manly." I smiled. It was stupid conversation, but everything that Sampson said seemed twice as important since I hadn't really had a conversation with him for so long. Sampson wrapped his arm around me and we walked to the door. However, I unwrapped his arm as soon as we walked through the door because I knew that T-Boy was home. We walked in the house to see T-Boy and Byron. They both had a bag full of candy in front of them. I knew they fucking went to trick-or -treat. I knew a lot of guys my age that went trick-or-treating without any costumes, so this wasn't a surprise. They hadn't even invited me! Wait I shouldn't be mad. I had went to the movies without inviting them. Still "Syn, buddy," Byron surprisingly said as I came in, "You have company. Why don't you introduce me to your friend?" I looked at Byron. He was funny. Just a while ago, he was crushing on why I didn't love him and now he was basically all over Sampson. It was weird how he did it too because he basically stood in his face. "I thought you were mad at me," I noted. "I'm over it." He was over it and he was on Sampson. Shane was laughing because he noticed it too. "You know who Sampson is," I explained and watched his face sour, "Uh never mind. Sampson this is Byron. Byron this is Sampson." I left them and let Shane introduce them properly. I was more interested in T-Boy's reaction. I walked towards him and he looked at me. He looked like he wanted to say something. I wanted to say something. His face looked a little serious and a tad bit mad. I couldn't really tell actually. "Why are you staring at me?" T-Boy asked. I couldn't believe he said that. He was staring at me too. He had been staring me down since I walked in. Now he was acting like I was the one that was giving him all the attention. "Sampson and Shane are here for the night." He looked over at Sampson and rolled his eyes, "Whatever, its your house." Then he got silent. He stayed like that for a while too. He and Sampson exchanged some sinister glances but that was all. I sighed in relief that it ended at stares. I went upstairs and got a lot of blankets or what not, since it was cold in the house. It was raining outside and the cold air just swept through the house. Every 5 minutes more little kids went knocking at the door to get candy. People were such fucking fiends for candy on Halloween that they kept their kids out in the rain to get it. The parent in the group was always the one with the biggest bag too. Shane had forced everyone to watch "The Ring 2" since he got it from blockbuster. Byron had seen it and said it was terrible, but Shane wanted to watch it anyway. I sat up on the couch behind everyone. I was sort of trying to get T-Boy's attention and I succeeded. Every couple of minutes he would turn around to see if I was still behind him. Then he'd act like he was just stretching or something. It was shrewd and cute. He still cared about me he was just acting weird. Byron kept getting close to Sampson but Sampson didn't notice it because he got into the movie. I didn't even think Sampson noticed that Byron had one hand on Sampson's back while the other one was riding along Sampson's thigh. I found it completely weird how Byron had taken all his attention of me and put it on Sampson. "Can we talk?" T-Boy finally said, after turning around the 20th time. I nodded. Sampson, Byron and Shane all noticed that he wanted to talk to me. They all turned around for a quick second and then turned back at the television. "Hurry back, Syn!" Shane had yelled as I let T-Boy to the kitchen, "Zimora is about to chase that blonde chick up a well!" I laughed and said "Yeah!" I wasn't the least bit interested. I hadn't even liked the first Ring, so I definitely wasn't that excited to see the second one. I wasn't a horror movie person anyway. I was definitely the dramatic "Joy Luck Club" and "The Notebook" fan. Anything that the people cried in every other scene was fine with me. Anything that was over-dramatized in general was good, kind of like "Kill Bill 1." T-Boy and I got in the kitchen and then he looked at me dead in my face. I thought he was going to apologize, but the way he looked at me showed he wasn't. We were coming to an agreement. "Listen, I care about you," he said, "You was wrong and I was wrong. Lets just squash it." "I wasn't wrong." I couldn't believe he said that I was wrong. He looked at me with this twisted facial feature. I wasn't just going to let him drop it. I knew it was still bothering him, but he just wanted it to bother him while we were on speaking terms. "Yeah you were, but whatever. Lets just squash it." I shook my head, "No T-Boy. I know that you hate fighting with me. That is the only reason you are here now. But, you still think that I am wrong." "So what?" he asked, "I'll deal with it. Our relationship shouldn't be like this though." "It's going to come up again if we don't deal with it now," I explained and looked at him, "You can't just make up with someone just to make up with someone. You have to actually forgive them or the issue will come up again." He arched his eyebrows in confusion, "Fine. You're forgiven." "For what?" I asked, "I didn't do anything wrong. I meant that I was the one who had to forgive you before we can make up." "I should be mad at you!" he yelled. "Yeah ok!" "Why would you be mad at me?" he asked. I lowered my voice to an angry whisper, "You are mad at Sampson. You fucking should be, because Sampson was able to say that he loved me. We've been going out for two months and you are yet to say it to me." "But you didn't say it either " I was so pissed at him that I wanted to swing at him. My hands had balled up. He couldn't even just bring himself down to say the "L" word. He just fucking hated it I guess. Maybe he seriously didn't love me. All this work I'd put into the relationship and he still didn't love me? "I said it once," I said, remembering, "I still remember what you fucking did." I walked out of the kitchen and back to the room where everyone else was. Sampson, Shane and Byron turned to stare at me as I walked in. I knew they could tell that there was more tension now then there was before we had went to fix our problems. I had expected T-Boy to want to talk again, but he didn't. He did keep looking at me though, but he seemed too shy or something to ask me to go speak again. I could tell he wanted to though. If he did ask to speak to me again, I wouldn't. I knew he would probably say that he loved me but only to please my demands. I didn't want that kind of love. I wanted the real kind that didn't require asking. "Climb bitch go faster! GO!" Shane cried and jumped to his feet as he cheered the women in the movie on. Suddenly the lights flickered and went out. "Good job, Shane," I teased. It was pitch black. Everyone sat there for a minute until T-Boy got up to go open the windows. It didn't help. Outside was dark as hell and the streetlights seemed to have gone out too. The house was still pitch black. The storm outside must have been extremely big. "Damn, this is scary," Sampson laughed. "Don't worry, I'll protect you," Byron promised, seductively. I rolled my eyes at Byron's easy ways and then I felt something on my shoulder. All those scary movies had made me either get paranoid or something, but I found myself falling back. "Its just me," T-Boy's voice assured me, "Um, Syn you want to come look upstairs for some candles." I knew that he really just wanted to talk more but I was pissed off. I wanted him to dwell in that same angriness that I was dwelling in. There had been a whole lot of hate on Halloween. "The candles are closer to Byron's room," I said, "He knows where the candles are." "Aw damn," Byron said, rustling, "I was just getting comfortable. Wait for me um what was your name again?" "Sampson." "Oh right. Wait on me, Sampson. I'll be right back." I heard T-Boy and Byron disappear up the stairs and then there was silence. It was so dark that I couldn't even see my hand that was right in front of me. I tried to feel my way across the room and since there was a little light from the window, I was able to sit near the table. "This is weird," Shane commented, "I realized just now that I am here with four guys who are gay and there are no lights." I laughed. Shane was right. Well sort of. I knew that I was gay and Byron was gay. T-Boy, I guess was bisexual and Sampson I didn't know about Sampson. Sampson was just Sampson. His sexuality confused me. He did have sex with T-Boy, but he regretted it. There was that time T-Boy, him and I had a threesome, but all he really did was kiss. The letter was a way of saying that he loved me, but then again he had come to the conclusion that it was best that even though feelings were there we should remain friends. "Anything could happen," Sampson laughed at Shane's comment, "Just don't bend over for any reason Shane." Shane laughed, "I bet if it was Syn that bent over, you guys would have a field day." "I know I would," Sampson stated and laughed. Did they think that I went upstairs! They had to think that I left with T-Boy and Byron! My mouth dropped open and I tried to be as quiet as possible. I didn't want Sampson to think that I was spying on him. I had a history of getting caught spying on Sampson. There was the time Sampson was having sex with Trash and the time I found out Sampson had sex with T-Boy a long time ago. "Ha, shit if I was gay, I'd probably do it too," Shane explained, "Syn is a hot. I mean, for a guy. Ha." "You preaching to the choir," Sampson said, "After T-Boy's first boyfriend caught me and T-Boy in the act, I promised I would never be with another guy again. Syn definitely changed my ideas." "Wait T-Boy had a boyfriend before Syn?" "Yeah," Sampson explained and lowered his voice to a whisper, "He was my real brother." "What? You're confusing me." Sampson laughed, "My adopted mother adopted two boys. It was my brother and I. She wanted people for T-Boy to grow up with. My brother and T-Boy fell in love. That was until T-Boy and I had sex that one night." "Are you serious?" Shane asked, "How! Why? What happened to your brother!" He sounded surprised. No one was more surprised then me, however. It sounded like I was finally getting into their past. It made me wonder though, why was Sampson only talking about it now that he thought I wasn't in the room? Why didn't he want me to know? "Yeah I'll tell you the rest later," Sampson said, "Syn might be coming back any minute. Oh, by the way, do me a favor?" No dammit! No favors! Keep talking! I had to know what happened between Sampson's real brother and T- Boy. The suspense was killing me. I prayed that Shane would put Sampson back on the subject. Shane let me down, "What favor?" "Suggest we play truth or dare," Sampson said it, "If I suggest it, T-Boy will know that I want to get dared to kiss Syn." "Ha, you devil. Alright, but later you better tell me what happened between T-Boy and your brother." "Yeah ok. As long as Syn isn't here." All the food that I ate began to turn. I definitely had some Halloween gluttony that was more then usual. Even though my stomach was flat because of my high metabolism, it still hurt like crazy. There was a lot of shit that I wanted to know and as much as I wanted to ask, I knew Sampson wouldn't tell me. I didn't understand why he wouldn't tell me. It was funny that Sampson was telling Shane all his secrets. I remember there was a time that I used to tell Shane all my secrets. I guess they were a lot closer now. I guess I wanted to be that close with both of them. I needed to know about this secret past though. I needed to know about Sampson's brother who also happened to be T-Boy's first boyfriend. That had to be the key to why Sampson and T-Boy hated each other. What exactly had happened back then? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Here is da group I'm in http://groups.yahoo.com/group/JoJoPresents-GayFiction/ Here is da email I use (please send me some feedback on the chapters) Sum1plezzCall_911@hotmail.com