My Modified Memory

Hi guys, Draiodoir's back (after 3 thousand years of hibernation). I know, I know, how come this guys considers himself as a writer if he can't even keep up writing? Well, life is pretty hectic this last few months and with all work and no play makes little Draiodoir tired as a whore that has been fucked for non-stop (and to think that I'm still a virgin down >>there<<. Ooops! that "slipped"). Well, I hope you enjoy this publication. For those who think this is an all sex story, sorry guys its not. I'm still human enough to put emotions and "real" situations to it, not just blazing raw sex. Life doesn't revolve in bed and hot cocks you know (everyone gets shocked and says "Really? I didn't know that before?" Sorry for making fun of you, I'm just being crazy today. So let's move on. Thanks for Si, my one true cyber genuis friend that edits my stupid works, thanks a thousand much Si, love you (that's true, I'm not joking here!!!). To Tim Mead, a great author that I really want to see a picture of. Tim, long time no send, I'm missing you sweety, hope you're ok, luv you. And to all that people who sent their precious e-mails last year, a million thanks for giving that effort I don't deserve. So enough with the talk and lets go to the story.

My Modified Memory Chapter 4 The Invitation

After the last period of the day, where Mel eyed Van with a very curious glare, the two walked towards the lockers to retrieve some things then they'll go to the mall to have a good week ender. Yet Ivan doubted that Mel will leave him alone after he said that he and super stud Daniel Lynol has some things in common.

"Come on, Van," said Mel pleadingly, "Give!"

"Give what?" said Van innocently.

"Oh don't start to act cute! What did you and Dan have in common?"

"That's me to know and for you to find out."

"Grrrrr!"

"That won't work," said Van after closing his locker. Then he led the way out of the campus. Melissa was just right behind him. After halting a cab, they got on and sat quietly. Van started a conversation but Mel won't participate.

"Now what?" said Van, "you're trying to black mail me by not talking to me all night?"

"Who said it's just for tonight?" said Mel curtly, and then she stared out of the window.

"But I can't tell you because those things are just, you know, nerdy things and Daniel doesn't want them spreading around."

"So you don't think I will keep my mouth shut?!"

"I trust you Mel but Daniel made me promise," said Van trying very hard not to smile because of his another good performance. "This is the only way that I think I will be able to get close to him, yah know, keeping his trust. And if I tell you the things he told me, that will look like I can't keep a secret or something. I don't want him going away."

Mel slowly turned and faced Van. She knows that he's some kind of acting but she knows some of Van's words were legit.

"Fine. Tell me when you're ready. But don't expect I won't remember all your debts."

Mall:

"So where do you want to go know?" ask Van to his friend.

"I don't know. Let's go to the book store and see if there's some interesting read."

The bookstore is the favorite hang out of the two. Mel and Van are practically bookworms and biblio-addicts. The looks in their faces in finding interesting books to read are priceless.

After scanning some pocketbooks, Mel turned to Van with solemn eyes.

"You're going to get hurt, you know," said Mel.

Van stared at his friend. At first not understanding but then realized what Mel meant.

"I know. Everyone of us needs to get hurt from time to time," said Van, "Pain is a part of being a human."

"Don't give me that philosophical crap. I don't want my friends getting hurt. Especially not you," said Mel after putting a hardbound book to its aisle again. "Pain can kill you know!"

Van just chuckled, "Feeling pain is better than being numb. You should know."

"Oh don't get there. This is about you not me," said Mel.

"Sorry," mumbled Van.

"Oh it's alright. Ryan is probably gay anyway."

"What? How can you tell?"

(Ryan is the first boy Melissa fell in love with but when she told him how she felt, he got cold and ignored Mel's existence. Then he keeps giving snide comments about how Melissa is so in love with him.)

"Because he keeps ignore my beautiful body!" said Mel in a joking voice. That made Van laugh.

"Well," said Van teasingly, "Ryan is cute. I would like to get my hands on those tight sweet bu-"

"Oh for god sake!" said Mel also laughing now, "Restrain yourself!"

After a hearty laugh that made some shoppers turn and stare curiously at them, Van and Mel got out of the store. The two decided to buy some sundaes and just sit in the mall benches.

"Well, our favorite spot is free," Mel commented, after a lady with two kids got off the bench. The best friends hurriedly sat to the available space. After a while, they just eat their ice creams and watch the mall patrons come and go. But after maybe three minutes of silence. . .

"Oh my god! Ivan and Mel on a date?!!!!" said a voice from behind them. The best friends turned their heads to look who spoke. It was Katrina Betley with Melody Harold and Maricar Shall. They were theater members in their last year of high school.

"Hey!" said Van and Mel in unison.

"That is not permitted!" said Melody yet still smiling, "You know that theater members aren't suppose to be "more than friendly" with each other."

"This isn't what you think it is!" said Mel laughing nearly falling in her sit after what Melody has said.

"What? I'm not that bad looking!" said Van indignantly acting as though Mel's laughing offended him.

"Oh shut up you!" said Mel now wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

"Oh seriously," now that's Maricar, "Are the two of you a couple?"

"NO!" said Van and Mel together, then they look at each other and laughed so loud that some people looked startled.

"What's so funny?" asked Katrina looking at the two with a very confused face.

"Well, you know very well that this," said Van pointing to Mel, " is in love to Ryan Decten so my possibility is zero. And Mel is just a best friend to me and I have much hotter prospects than that!" Then he pointed again to Mel and made a face as though he's disgusted.

"Aha!" it's Mel's moment, "so I'm not hot huh? Who's your prospect? Does it sound like a "D"?

"Mel!" Van protest.

"Ooooh!" said the other girls like a single entity, "Ivan has a real prospect! Who is it?"

"It's no one!" said Van.

"Ohohoho! It's definitely someone!" said Mel teasing Van more.

"Mel! Stop!" said Ivan in a very tense voice with an edge of finality.

Melody, Katrina and Maricar never saw Ivan Anderson loose his cool before so that totally shut their mouths. Mel never ever wants to anger Van, it's going to be a every fatal mistake.

"I was only teasing!" said Mel jokingly.

"Yah whatever," said Van curtly, who stood up and walk towards the trash can leaving the four some alone for a minute. After getting back to the bench, the four has apologetic faces on.

"Ivan we're sorry if we offended you by being nosy or something. We intended it only to be a joke," said Melody while Katrina and Maricar nodded in the background.

"It's ok. I'm sorry too if I lose my cool."

"So," said Maricar, "I think we should keep goin then. The movies are about to start."

"ok bye," said Van and then Mel as the three girls walked away.

Mel stared at Van. "Sorry I thought you will be able to handle it. I guess I stepped too far huh?"

Van just smiled and shook his head, "No it's alright. I just got I little uncomfortable that's all."

"Ok, I'll never do it again. I promise!" said Mel while holding her right hand in the air. But just then Mel's cell phone started ringing. Mel excused herself and took the call. After a minute or two, she came back and said that her mom needed her in the house about an errand thingy. So both of them decided that it's time to go home.

Van and Mel was just getting pass the book store when Van remembered that he needed to buy some illustration paper because of a report due on Wednesday. So Van told Mel to go a head and help her mom as he will just need to dash to the store. After parting, Van ran to the store and quickly got what he wanted. Paying in the cashier was only minutes as it was a slow day and not many people are around. Illustration paid, Van got out of the mall and waited for a cab but to no luck he decided to get a bus instead.

Get on the bus, Van scan for an empty sit when his brown eyes got lock with Daniel Lynol's. Both of them smiling stupidly, Daniel motion Van to sit next to him.

"Well, how lucky can I get!" said Daniel as Van positioned himself beside the stud.

"Hello to you too," said Van with a grin.

After an awkward silence, Daniel said, "We should stop doing this."

Ivan looked at him in confusion. "Doing what?"

"This," said Daniel, waving his hand between him and Van, "you know, restricting ourselves. Letting the world dictate our fate. On what to do, on how to move, on how to live. I just want to know you, to know if what I feel is true."

Ivan looked at the boy who gave him a reason to live. Daniel's eyes hypnotized him. It spoke to him and the only thing it said was a single word, "Love".

"What are you suggesting?" said Van, looking directly into Daniel's eyes.

Daniel broke eye contact as he stared down to his lap as though he's getting shy. He is so cute and sexy when he does that!' Van thought, while he's eyes flicked to Dan's crotch. Oh god Van, stop. Daniel's having a moment here!' he said to himself.

Then Dan said, barely a whisper, "I want . . . to have . . . um, well if you'll agree with me . . . a date. With you." Then he spoke so fast, "Um I mean, it's only a friendly date. A movie or/and dinner would be nice or maybe just a chat in a park. It's really up to you."

Ivan stared in surprise. Daniel has his own ways. Ivan thought before answering, `Wow! Daniel Lynol asking me on a date! Oh my gosh! But what if someone sees us? Yet he said it's just a "friendly" date to know one another. Oooh! I think I'm going to faint!'

"That will be nice," said Van, trying all his might not to stand up in that crowded bus and shout in happiness. Even though he is leashing his ecstasy, his lips deceived him and showed a very wide grin! That made Daniel grin too.

"So, you'll come with me on a date?" said Dan.

"Just set the time and place and I'll be there," said Van.

"Next Friday, seven p.m. Let's met up on the near by 7-11 store," said Dan then added, "Then I'll take you somewhere special."

That made Ivan shiver. "Ok. I'll be there," was all Van had said. By that instant, the bus stop and Van saw that it was his stop. He stood up and he was surprised when Daniel also stood up.

"Why are you standing up? This is my stop," said Van.

"Really? This is my stop too," said Dan. They got off the bus and walked a little bit.

"I never knew you lived so near?" asked Daniel.

"Don't tell me this is your subdivision too?" said Van as he approached the arch way of his subdivision.

"Wow," escaped Daniel's lips.

• • • Chapter 5: Confession

Van was in his bed, looking up to the ceiling as though it's the most beautiful painting in the world. His face is tired because of grinning. He's happy and he can't help it.

Daniel Lynol just asked him for a date. Daniel Lynol. The Daniel Lynol. The basketball captain, hero of the court, the greek-god look-alike. Van can't believe his luck.

In the past he needs to be the number one student so that he can be happy, so that his parents will be satisfied, so that they will call and say that they were very proud of him. So that he will feel their love. But now, he doesn't need to have A+ or 100%. He just needs to be himself. Because Daniel loves him.

Then suddenly, Van's grin vanished and he sat up in his bed. `Does Daniel love him?' he asked himself. Then a memory of Daniel's voice float in his mind, "I just want to know you, to know if what I feel is true".

He is not certain,' said a voice inside Van head, He is not sure if he truly loves you or you are just a quick fuck for him. Maybe he was just curious.'

"No," said Van, his voice hoarse. Then tears suddenly crawled out of his eyes. He can't explain why he is crying but he suddenly just felt so vulnerable as though someone's pointing a gun in front of him.

"I love him," said Van. But does he love you?' the voice countered, you're not sure. Don't invest your emotions so much Ivan. You might end up crying more tears in the future than you are crying now.'

Van put his hands to his face. He doesn't want to believe it but his mind is true. Daniel hadn't truly said that he loves him, never said, "I love you" or anything. What if Daniel just realized that he is not gay? That he is just going to a phase or something?

"Faith," whispered Van, "that's the only thing that I have." Then he stood up, wiped his face and walked to the computer to do some assignments.

DANIEL:

I can't believe I'm falling in love. Falling in love to a guy! Wow! Even though I can imagine the reaction of my family once they found out, I don't care. Once in my life I felt so loved, so important, not because of what I can do but because of who I am.

Well, love is not really a thing that can be seen in the Lynol Household, which is why I divert my attentions to other things so that the lack of affection of my so-called family doesn't put me down. But I often wondered why the people nearest to you are the ones who are having a hard time showing their love, while the farthest ones doesn't even have to try.

I know that Ivan Anderson loves me, not just because I heard him say it in the cafeteria but because of the way he looks at me. His eyes are so honest, always shows what he feels deep inside even though how good of an actor he is.

And I love him too. Do I? Or am I just getting pressured because of his feelings? Just because I know that he loves me, do I have to reciprocate his love even though I don't really love him?

But, I love him. Last year when I first saw him, he was so beautiful and gentle and kind. He is so hot! Then when I saw him dance with that girl in the school play, in a very sexy tango kind of way, I wanted to get in the stage, kick that girl out of the way and embrace Ivan in my arms.

Why do I love him? I don't know, I just felt it. That strange overwhelming feeling inside you when you see the "one", the feeling of your heart racing, your mind going blank and your whole being getting centered at that one person.

I love him. I love Ivan Anderson. And on our date, I will tell him that.

"You don't look so good," said Mel to Ivan. They are in the cafeteria with Chris and Jenny having lunch. It is a nice sunny Thursday yet Van's not that cheery.

"Yah Van, are you sick or something?" said Chris while he chews some of his salad. By his side, Jenny also looks worried.

"I'm alright guys," said Van, "Just a little tired that's all."

"Tired? Again?" asked Jenny, "You barely do anything Van."

Van's temper rise in. "I'm tired because I think Jenny. Maybe you don't know how to do that because you're reading the user's manual of your brain upside down!"

Chris and Mel's jaw dropped. Jenny looked like she swallowed a toad.

"What did you say?" Jenny gasped, "I know that sometimes I'm a bit slow but I never thought you can insult me like that. I thought you were a friend but I guess . . . I'm wrong then."

Jenny stood so fast that her lunch dropped to the floor. She walked toward the exit, tears running down her face, not even bothering to look back.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Chris snarled. He towered over Ivan as he is now standing. His shout caught the attention of other students. Van borrowed his face to his hands.

"Shit!" said Van, "I'm so sorry."

"We'll talk later and you better give us an explanation," said Chris now picking up his bag and started to walk towards the exit. Before he get out, Van and Mel heard him say, "Dammit!"

That left Van to a very pissed and confused Melissa Rink.

"Well!" said Mel after a few minutes of silence, "Are you going to explain yourself or not!"

"I'm sorry," Van whispered.

"Well sorry! I'm not the right person to say those things at. What the hell is the matter with you? Here we are trying to know if something's bothering you and then you'll shout and insult us?"

"I wasn't thinking-" said Van but Mel cut him off.

"That was clear. Now tell me what is bothering you before I slap you on the face," said Mel furiously, "Jenny was only trying to lighten up the mood. You know how sensitive she is. I never expected you to act like this! I thought I know you!"

"What's that suppose to mean?" said Van, looking hurt.

"I don't know you lately," said Mel, a frown forming in her forehead, "Since Monday you're so out there, somewhere. Your mind is freaky. You're always jumpy and curt. And now you shout at Jenny."

By this a single tear got out of Van's eyes. That surprised Mel completely. She expected Van to retaliate . . . not cry. Then Van picked up his bag and started to run towards the exit doors.

"Van wait!" cried Mel. `Oh gosh. Don't tell me it's serious. Don't tell me it's serious,' Mel pray to herself.

Outside the cafeteria, Mel grabs Van by the arm.

"Van, tell me what's wrong?" said Mel, now in a gentle comforting voice.

"I'm so sorry Mel. I can't do it. I just can't," said Van, confusing Melissa completely.

"Let's go to the benches and then you explain this," then Mel drag Van to the stone benches near the fountain.

In there Van broke down. He's embarrassed of crying in public but he can't hold it anymore. He is so scared, confuse and very ashamed. Yet he knows he need to tell Mel. It is now or never.

Yet Mel thought that the benches are not that very suitable for a very serious conversation. Mel put a hand on Van's shoulder then said, "I think we need to relocate."

Managing to control himself, Van asked, "Where can we go?"

Mel gave a little smile and said, "Just come along. I have a plan." Then she drags Van to the direction of the Guidance Office.

Students aren't allowed to get out of the campus on lunch times because the school gates are locked by the guards (security measure thingy) but certain emergencies can give students a pass to get out of school grounds.

"Mel-" said Van but Mel shut him.

"I'm going to do it for just now. Just shut up and let me do my plan `kay?" said Mel in a reassuring smile.

Arriving to their destination, Mel put a very serious face and approached the secretary's desk.

"Hello," said Mel in a very worried voice, "My friend here is getting a very serious migraine, Miss, and he needed his medicine but he forgot them at his house. He needed to take them or he might pass out."

The secretary bought the act and looked at Van worriedly. Tears still streaming, Van appeared to be in such a great pain yet Van needed to restrain himself from smiling because Melissa's stunt is working so perfectly.

"Okay I'll give him a gate pass so that he can go home," said the secretary.

Van knowing how to react to the situation said in a very pained voice, "Miss, can you also give my classmate a gate pass. I don't know if I can make it without her help."

The secretary stared for a minute then said, "Of course I understand." Then she pulled two slips of paper then wrote a few things then signed it.

"Here, just give it to the guard. He will understand," said the secretary, her voice full if sympathy.

"Thank you very much," said Mel, still not dropping the act.

When they arrive to the gate, the guard took the gate passes and opened the gates. They said thank you and they were free.

After walking a little bit, Van managed a smile then said, "I can't believe we just bluff our way out of campus."

"Well, it was definitely needed so I guess it's acceptable," said Mel, then halted a cab, "Let's go to the mall and we can talk in one of the restaurants in there," then she and Van jump inside the taxi.

After getting seated in the far corner of Greenwich, Pearl Shakes at hand, Mel looked at Van.

"So . . . what is the big problem that transformed you to a curt blabbing lunatic?" she said in a very mocked voice that made Van snort for one second. After that, the humor was gone and Van hid again in his hands. Then he said something but Mel couldn't comprehend it because his hands are blocking his voice.

"Denilasmetdayt," said Van

"What?" said Mel frowning deeply. Then she pried Van hands, she saw his face shining in tears yet Mel could get pass the thought that he looks so cute when crying.

"Daniel asked me to a date," Van whispered, after a minute.

MELISSA:

I was dumbfounded by what I just heard. Daniel Lynol asked my best friend, Ivan Anderson for a date?

"What?" I asked not really trusting my ears.

Van looked so uncomfortable I would have taken what I said back. But I needed to confirm it.

"I said," Van said through gritted teeth, " . . . Daniel . . . asked me to a date."

"Daniel? Daniel Lynol asked you?" I said very slowly as though talking to a nine year old.

Van looked annoyed and afraid and confuse, I can't really say but his expression is far from pleasant. "Yeess!" he said curtly.

"OK!" I said before he gets all hot, "How did this happened? What the hell is going on? Explain fast before I get a heart attack."

Van took a deep breath and looked to the table. Seconds of silence pass before he spoke again.

"We had sex," was all he said.

I nearly coughed up my breakfast. Not that I'm grossed out or anything but I was sipping my Pearl Shake when the Surprise Extravaganza drop from the air. And I was shocked by this news.

"NO!" I hissed at him. Van blushed and hid behind his hands. I open my mouth to say something but all I managed to do was grin to my best pal. And then a thought occurred to me.

"When did this happened?" I said demandingly but when he didn't move I said, "Ivan Anderson I'm talking to you! When? How? Why?"

He still didn't move. I sipped a little bit of shake by my straw, then sprayed it all over him.

"Hey!" he said angrily.

"Now I get your attention!" I said while handing him some napkins to wipe his face and hands clean. "Answer the questionssssss! Now!"

After wiping the sticky shake out of his skin, he started to explain. The truth that he hid from me, and he will have a very very nice surprise after this story telling.

IVAN:

I sat there, my skin sticky because of my crazy best friend. Mel eyed me with her probing glare and I submitted to the inquisition.

"It happened last theater work shop," I started but Mel interrupted me.

"I knew something's fishy that day! I smelled it!" said Mel.

I throw a very power evil glare at her and said angrily, "Do you want the story or not!?"

"Oops! Sorry," said Mel.

Breath deeply then told her the most wonderful memory in my mind.

"As you might remember, we did the Remote Exercise last workshop. At first, I blindfolded Daniel to show him how to give orders to follow. Then we exchanged and now, I was the one who's blindfolded," I stop and sip my shake as my throat is getting dry. Mel looks like a constipated cat because of the pause. I can't blame her, as this is the story of the century.

"He lead me to the faculty bathroom in the third building far back the campus grounds. Then . . ." I gulped and said so low I didn't know if Mel will hear me, "we . . . had . . . sex."

Mel's eyes nearly dropped to the floor, her mouth opened so big she looked like a Halloween mask. She closed her eyes for ten seconds and then opened it again. She is looking at me as though I'm an endangered animal or something.

"You . . . and him . . . did that in a bathroom?" said Mel indignantly, letting me smell the venom in her voice, "And you waited this long for me to find out!"

I flinched. Now I'm gonna get it.

MELISSA:

I want to kill him because of this. He had sex with the most gorgeous guy in the whole campus and he hadn't even told me! Fine I know that it was too personal but I am Melissa Rink! Best friend, advisor and . . . I'm important and I have to know these things!

"You can't blame me by not telling you!" said Van.

I arched an eyebrow, "Why not?"

"It is not for me to out Daniel and I think my sexual life should be a private matter. I will tell you things if I think the time is right."

Fine, I know he has a point and I need to submit to that.

"OK. So this happened," I said looking at him, confused, "You had sex and he asked you for a date. Why are you crying?!"

Van looked at the far wall.

"I don't know if he loves me," his voice full of pain.

To tell you the truth, I don't have any experience with relationships or love lives or anything like that, so in this situation, I totally need to hack my brain for a suitable reply.

"So you're afraid," I said finally, "Van, you know I'm as newby as you in the ways of love. But I have watched enough soap operas to know that relationships won't exist without a foundation."

Van decided to look at me and said, "So, what do you think I should do?"

I smiled and said, "You should follow your heart. If you think he loves you, let him. If not and he is just using you as a sex toy, tell him to be careful with "Notorious Rink" because even though how handsome he is, I won't pity him."

My best friend just smiled and reached for my hand. I held his and felt that my friend is really in love. Then he began to spoke,

"Are you going to tell Chris and Jenny?" Van asked.

"They deserve an explanation but it should be from you. As you said, `you will tell things if you think the time is right,' right?"

"I'm such a jerk to Jenny, huh?"

"Oh let me think of about it . . . um . . . YAH!"

That silenced our table. For a minute, we just think to ourselves. Then I glanced to my watch and saw that it is nearly last period at school.

"Are you planning to apologize now or tomorrow?" I asked him.

"Tomorrows my date," Van said, smilingly.

"What? When did he asked you?"

"Last Friday."

"Oh gosh Ivan Anderson, you are truly full of surprises," I said before we stood up and had gone home.