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OK, this is my first story. My friends liked it, so I decided to post it. Thanks to John and Adrienne for you support and editing expertise. Enjoy.
-Matt-
Labored Love Chapter 2
"Hey, Eric. Mrs. Harpy said you had the flu. She asked me if I would bring you the homework for her class. Mr. Michael asked me to do the same when I told him what Mrs. Harpy said."
There was my dream guy; standing at my door. All I could do was stare. My nose was running. I had a slight fever. I was wearing a shirt and boxers. Thank God I had just taken a shower. I was staring at him still he finished talking.
"So... can I come in?"
"O, yeah, sorry," I said. I sounded horrible, although I could barely breathe at all. "I'll be right back; I'm going to go put some clothes on."
"Ok, I'll just wait here then."
I went and put on some bottoms and came back to him sitting on my couch talking to my sister. Her name is Erica. She is also my twin. I guess our mom had too much of the medicine when we were born, or maybe it was her sense of humor to name us so much alike. Well Erica and I tell each other everything. She is not the preppy cheerleader kind, but she walks in the higher social circle. Really no one would guess because she is a model of kindness. Then again she is a model as well. Not big magazines or anything, but she is always modeling clothes for different designers. That is what she hopes to do one day, design clothes. Anyway, she knows I am gay, and has known for quite some time. I think she is even worse than Allison. Speaking of which, they do not get along. I guess there just isn't enough of me to go around. Knowing what she knows, plus her outgoing nature, I was mortified when I walked in seeing her talking to HIM, then he turned and said to me, "Hey beautiful, come and sit down."
I could've killed her; I couldn't believe she told him. I trusted her with my secrets and she just up and let the most popular guy in school know I was a queer. He would tell everyone. I could see all the guys in the locker room asking him if I had sucked him off and getting a good laugh about it. Then I realized he was smiling at me.
"Don't just stand there, come sit down so I can explain this to you for a change."
I sat next to him as I began to wonder what Erica had told him and to what extent. He was explaining the Calculus work to me and Erica, who hated math and proceeded to walk into the kitchen to make some lunch since mom was in Florida on a business meeting and dad was fishing with his brother. All of a sudden it hit me that Ryan was really explaining the work to me. He wasn't reading notes or repeating what Mrs. Harpy had said in class.
"Since when did you understand this?"
"Well...um... Mrs. Harpy explained it step by step for me because you left me high and dry the past couple of days. You know you owe me one now, and I have been doing the labs all by my lonesome, too," he said with a smirk.
"O, yeah," I said with a hint of guilt. "I forgot you aren't smart enough to do it yourself." He made a hurt look on his face, and then he punched me in the arm. "Hey, watch it or I'll breathe on you."
Just then Erica broke in with a, "You guys better do your homework or I will come in there and make you.
We got back to work, but then I got back to thinking what he had said when I walked in. "So, um... what was the beautiful remark you made about."
"Have you looked at yourself lately, you are positively stunning," he said sarcastically. "I remember the last time I had the flu I looked just as bad. You should be getting better though."
"Yeah, well, should' and are' are two totally different things, aren't they?"
"They are," he said as we both started to laugh, that is until we heard Erica start up again about coming in and wailing on us.
We studied for about two hours and Erica served us lunch. I didn't eat much because I knew it would make me sick. She knew I wasn't eating much so she really made it for Ryan. I think she has liked him as long as I have, but she also knew I had a claim on him already, so she left us in peace. Ryan was amazing. He knew how to do all the work and was explaining it in such detail for me. I hadn't told him that I had read up a little the other day so I wouldn't fall behind, so I already knew everything he was telling me. Somehow I forgot to mention that. I liked him acting so smart for once. He was so dedicated to teaching me. Every so often I would play dumb and make him keep trying to explain things to me. I think he caught on to what I was doing because he threatened to get Erica to take a picture of me walking around in my boxers to put in the school newspaper. Around four o'clock he left just as I was getting really sleepy.
"Get better quick, school is a lot less bearable without you there."
"I'll get right on that."
The next day he called me with the homework from that day. He told me that Mrs. Harpy had given him my number and suggested he called me each day to make sure I was getting my work done. Did I mention she is the most awesome woman alive? My parents started asking questions about this boy that kept calling for me. I was sleeping a lot around the time he would call and my mom would leave me notes on my door every time he called to call him back. At first it was simple messages, "Ryan called call him back." then his phone number. Well after the second day and fifteenth note it was something like, "Your lover is missing you desperately. He is dying without your love. CALL HIM IMMEDIATELY!"
Mom and Dad have known I was gay for a long time too. I remember the day I came out to them:
"Mom, I have something to tell you."
"Ok honey, but hurry, we need to get to Grand-maw's quick, we're already running late."
"I think I am... no I know I am gay."
"It's about time. I was about ready to pull you out the closet, I figured you thought your butt looked big in the outfit you were wearing or something."
I was speechless. I couldn't believe not only was she not appalled and stunned, she was making fun of my butt. That was hurtful and unnecessary; after all I got my butt from her.
"What about Dad?"
"I can handle that. ROBERT!"
"Yes dear?" dad said from the bathroom.
"Eric finally came out."
"Good job son, I was hoping you'd figure it out sooner than later."
OH MY GOD! Were they trying to give me a heart attack? I couldn't believe they were so calm about it all.
My dad came up to me and said, "Ok, a few things. Don't tell you grandparents. They love you as much as we do, but they aren't really that open minded and they haven't seen the clues, or your sketch pad. By the way, I wouldn't leave it lying around if you don't want people to see it. Before you say anything, we didn't open it. Your mom was cleaning and she threw some magazines on the chair while she was dusting. Apparently, your pad was in the mix and fell open. She didn't even notice. I walked up and saw some really nice drawings of some boys. The little hearts are what made us think you were gay, and then one picture that was a little less than modest on the boy's part. I assume that was your imagination, not an accurate drawing. Your sister wouldn't tell us a thing so don't think she betrayed your trust. Also, we don't care who you tell at school, but remember, we won't pull you out, and you have to graduate. You have a whole 4 years until you`re done, and people are cruel. We don't know how many people you have told, or how many you plan on telling. Be careful and safe. Ok, we need to get going now."
We finished getting ready and the car ride was pretty silent until Dad asked me if there was a certain guy. Erica was grinning from ear to ear.
"Well," I began, "there isn't one, but there was. Do you remember Andrew?"
"Yes I do, he didn't strike me as the gay type."
"Yeah me neither, but he is the only guy I have done anything with."
"Well I'm glad you feel comfortable telling us about that. What ever happened to him?"
"He will be going to a different high school when school starts back up."
Now I am a senior. It is April and I barely have any school left. A handful of people know about me. I have some pretty good friends. Usually it is Allison and I, but we like to invite people out with us. She has had a steady string of boyfriends, but they all get jealous of me. I told Allison she could tell them I am gay, or I could back off a little, but she says that if a guy has a problem with our friendship the way it appears now then they obviously aren't worthy. With friends like her it is no wonder I don't look for more. I don't think others could compare.
I went back to school the next Monday. Third period there was Ryan sitting in Mrs. Harpy's class in the desk next to mine. I should've known something was wrong when he was in class before me, but when I sat down he didn't say a word. I looked at him and it looked like he was about to cry. The whole class he wouldn't talk to me, I kept making quiet comments to him, but he wouldn't do anything and I couldn't get him to smile. After the same routine in Physics I got the nerve to be blunt:
"Ryan, are you ok?"
"I need to talk to someone; can you meet me after school? In the parking lot, I will drive you home so Erica doesn't have to wait for you to leave."
"Ok, I'll meet you at your car."
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