-Gay Male -Highschool Old Souls Chapter 1 April 19, 2001
Written by Brendan Culler (mrkgb@mindspring.com)
Warning: the following story, contains descriptive text, that contains material regarding homosexual acts, acts of violence, drug use, and other material that may not be appropriate to younger readers. It does contain profanity as well. If you choose not to read the material following, please do not. As always, if this such material is prohibited in your local area, please do not read.
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The persons in this story do exist, well, some of them. The names have all been changed to protect the identity of the writer and the people featured in this story. Some events are true, some aren't. The set and setting of the story is accurate to my real life, and so is a lot of the activity. I'm not asking you to judge me, just to read along.
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Here we go, let's jump in...
OLD SOULS (Part 1):
Music throbbed in my ears, I stood amongst a heaving crowd in a dark, smoke-filled room. People danced wildly as far as the eye could see. I reached into my pocket and lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag. I was still slowly getting adjusted to my surroundings. I gazed slowly around taking in all I could see.
I suppose now is the standard time in the story, in which I introduce myself. My name's Brendan, I'm 17. I suppose I won't reveal my subtle "uniqueness" since you're in this archive to begin with. So assume the obvious, I'm not exactly what you'd call straight. But oh, there's the standard conflict and dramatic twist. You see, I'm a hopeless romantic, a closet case, doomed to misadventures in love so far.
Let's get on with the physical description. I stand 6'3, about 185lbs. I'm in shape, I'm not some cut-up rocked up model you'll hear described in all these other stories, but I think I can hold my own. I've got short brownish hair, with a slight red tint and heavy blond highlighting. I wear it messed up, gelled, spiked, and sprayed. I've got pale blue eyes. I got those from my grandmother I'm told. Sometimes they even appear almost gray. My Mom told me one day, that she used to say "coffee gray" because that was the color of her mother's (and my grandmother) coffee cup that matched her eyes. Sometimes I feel 17 going on 30. Seriously though, it seems at times that I'm years older on the inside.
Anyway, back to the madness.
The cacophonous sound slowly faded away, and a deep synth wash filled the air. Lasers ignited and crisscrossed through the smoke above me. People slowed their dancing, panting in ecstasy and throwing their hands up into the air. I stood back, smoking my cigarette, with a small grin on my face. A small and distant high pitch drone began to sound faintly in the background. As the intensity grew, so did that of the environment around me. A staccato snare roll filled the air, as the intertwined synths reached crescendo. Strobes began to flash frantically. I felt the tinge of the hair on the back of my neck standing on end. I grinned broadly, feeling the peak of energy blast through the room like an atomic bomb. The snare roll hung sharp as a razor in the air for what seemed like an eternity.
But at the perfect moment, a throbbing beat returned, a screaming electronic riff squelching over it. The dancing crowd erupted, movement everywhere, lasers painting lines across their grinning faces. I stood back and observed all this. Another weekend I suppose. I turned and walked off.
I'm establishing a setting here. I'll elaborate a bit for you all. It's 2am Saturday night, I'm amongst 3,000 sweating souls at a party somewhere in Chicago. Some would call it a rave... Wait, everyone would. Needless to say, the hero of this story so far is right in the middle of it. Soaking up all the mayhem around him.
I'm walking now through a hallway, dimly lit, and crowded with people. The heat is radiating off of every surface it seems. Nothing I can't handle. I'm wearing a dark blue Enyce T-shirt and a black pair of Triple 5 Soul cargos. I spot a couple of my friends. Rick, and James. I figured I'd see what was up with them so I waltzed over and took a seat on the staircase beside them.
"What's up?" I asked, my voice slightly muffled. The murmur of other conversations around me was enough to make me have to speak a bit louder than I normally would. I had interrupted a conversation between the two. James nodded to me and walked off.
"Neuuuumannnnn... On a Sunday afternoon!!!!!" Rick shouted after James.
"Your Mom on a Sunday afternoon!" James screamed back, doubled over in laughter.
I chuckled, and turned back to Rick. "sup?" I let out again.
"Sheeiiit... Where's Tyler?" Rick replied. Tyler was his younger brother, he was at this party as well. I usually ran with Tyler more in a party. I glanced up, taking in a shirtless boy who was walking by while Rick continued to speak.
"What, huh? Oh hey, where's Amy?" I snapped back, drifting back to reality after my short trip. Amy's usually attached to Rick at the hip. She's a nice girl, tends to get a little possessive. She's got Rick by his balls in my opinion, but hey, who am I to judge?
"She ran off with Nikki somewhere." he said fumbling through his pocket for his cigarette pack, "They said something about going to find Joe I think. Got some weird ass idea to try and steal water bottles" he finished, sticking a cigarette between his lips. Sometimes I wondered if he ever stuck the filter over his labret piercing just for fun. I would if I had one.
"You know those water bitches are probably all rolling face, I mean hell, for the past 2 years at least it's been the same ladies. You'd expect them to wouldn't you?"
"Yeah well, rolling or not, they regulate that water, so they aren't gonna be easy to jack." he laughed.
"You should go keep an eye on her, you don't want her being caught by security. Is she carrying?" I said, trying to be helpful.
"No, she gave everything to me... but that's a good idea. Come with me fucker!" He got up and walked off fast. I started to follow, but he got lost in the crowd. I shrugged my shoulders and turned back, sitting down on the stairs.
Here come the drumrolls... Oh wait, that's coming from the speakers in the other room. Something important was happening I hoped. Oh well, wishful thinking. As I looked around absentmindedly, a guy sat down beside me. Yes, a guy. I glanced quick over him. He stood about 5'10", I'd guess around 145lbs. He had short brown hair, and big brown puppy dog eyes. Seriously, he did. I don't want to sound cliche. He was wearing a yellow fleece and pale blue jeans. I guessed he was 17 or so. He had a small scar on the bridge of his nose, right around his eyebrows. I wondered silently to myself where it might have come from.
I returned to my looking around, a silent pang of regret that I probably would never get to know this kid very well. I quickly dismissed it in my mind. Until that is, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Hey," he smiled, "Do you have a lighter?" He finished, sounding polite as possible I guess.
"Yeah sure, hold on." I replied, digging through my pockets and tossing random pieces of paper out on the floor in the process. "Here you go." I handed him the lighter feeling his fingertips touch mine.
"Thanks man." he said lighting his cigarette and taking a long first drag off it. "Hey, where are you from?" he continued. I didn't expect this conversation to go much further, so this caught me by surprise.
"Oh, I'm, uh... I'm from up north, kinda near Wisconsin" I answered, not exactly gracefully. "Sort of near Great America, if you know where that is." most people usually knew where it was, so I usually help them out by saying so.
"Really? Cool, I'm in Grayslake, if you know where that is." He smiled, handing back the lighter. His smile was infectious, and I grinned back.
"Ok ok, yeah, I'm right by there." I said, grabbing it and once again feeling his fingertips touch mine. His hands were soft, and warm. You'd expect them to feel less than pleasant in an environment like this.
He picked up on this I thought, and he glanced down at the floor, taking a long drag of his cigarette. He began to say something then trailed off. I pulled one out of my own pack and lit it quickly.
"My name's Kyle," he said, "yours?"
"Brendan," I replied, "nice to meet you Kyle" I grinned.
"Ditto Brendan!" he smiled back, flashing a crooked grin. I looked up, making eye contact to be polite. When I did so however, we held eye contact... For a split second it seemed. Maybe my mind was just playing tricks on me. I wondered to myself quietly, why did this kid have such an interest in talking to me. I shrugged it off and figured it was just smalltalk.
We shot the shit for a few minutes, talking about various things. When we got here, any particular DJs that stood out in our memory thus far, who we came with, etc. He took the final drag from his cigarette and flicked it down forcefully on the ground, grinding it out with his foot. Size 10 shoe it looked like. Hehehe, I couldn't help but observe.
"I'm gonna go find my friend Kelly, I'll see you around tonight OK?" he said, getting up. "Maybe we can hang out sometime later on. If you want..." he trailed off
"Yeah sure, find me before you leave, so you can get my number" I said. Feeling more and more like this was the plot to some erotic story. Doesn't happen in real life, I thought to myself. I smiled, "OK?"
"Cool, will do, peace!" he shot back over his shoulder, running off. I gazed after him and returned to my cigarette. I took the last drag in thought, throwing it out in front of me. It flew right onto some little e-tard princesses nylon fake wings. I opened my mouth to say something, then shut it. A smirk crossed my face. I always wondered what would happen if you lit those wretched things on fire. I thought about it to myself as acrid smoke began to rise off the wings as she pranced off into the other room.
I got up, and went on with my night. People did weird things, the music got progressively louder, I casually shopped for a few tapes, and I made scenes with my loudmouthed friends. It was your average night.
I stood in the smallest room, it was around 3:00. I had no idea where my friends were. I listened intently to a dark jungle set that was in progress. The DJ was juggling two records skillfully and it was really showing in the reaction of the crowd. I was lost in music when I suddenly felt an arm close forcefully around my neck.
"Don't fucking move punk!!!!" I heard a hiss behind me. My heart froze, I reached into my pocket and gripped my money tightly. Nobody was taking anything from me. I balled my fist and began to drive my elbow backwards into the assailant's gut. I heard a laugh... It sounded familiar. I held off, the grip on my neck getting weaker. It was Kyle, at least I thought.
"Fuck you man, I'll move all I want." The grip tightened, and I struggled against it, smiling a little bit. I heard more laughter behind me as he fought back.
"I don't think so bitcchhhh!" He hissed, as I drove up and back into him, pushing against his lock. I was enjoying the closeness, I wondered for a second if he was. I finally gave up, and stopped fighting. He loosened his grip... but didn't let go. I kept my hands on his arm, his other arm across my chest. We stood there for a second. My thoughts began to race.
Yet still, his hold remained. I loosened up, against his chest. There had to be something going on. Was I giving the sign? Was he giving the sign? I didn't know. But still I held on. And he did too. I slowly turned my head sideways, and leaned over to make eye contact with him. We didn't say a word. His eyes met mine, and locked, for what seemed like years. Well actually it didn't, but I thought it would be dramatic to add.
It really only felt like seconds, but I cherished every one. We both had this deer in the headlights glazed look in our eyes. My heart was throbbing at this point. I wondered if he felt it. Then I felt his heart throbbing against my back. We kept our eyes locked, my mouth going dry and cottony. He leaned in. My heart was resonating in my ears now, and I leaned too. We leaned forever, our lips just crossing space. I couldn't hear the DJ any more, I didn't care if anyone was looking. My ears were ringing, my body feeling light and floaty.
Our lips touched and it was only for a second. We both jumped back and once again stared into each other's eyes. A look of amazement was on his face. I'm sure a look of astonishment was on mine. He gripped me tighter suddenly, but I put up no fight. We kept looking at each other. I couldn't hold back any more, and at the same time I think he came to the same conclusion.
We drove at each other, our lips locking. It was one of those passionate kisses you always hope for. I gripped his arm crossing my neck tightly, he gripped at my chest tightly. This felt like a movie kiss, I was in ecstasy. I couldn't believe it. My heart swelled with happiness. I didn't care who was near me seeing this. In the background I heard a couple of girls cheer. Raising my free hand I flicked them off, a big grin breaking the kiss as I chuckled a little. They hooted and cheered, and I grinned.
I wanted to stay this way forever........
Ooh wow, ladies and gentlemen, there you go, the general issue cliffhanger. I hope you guys liked what I wrote so far. Give me all your thoughts, e-mail me, throw rocks at me, send a carrier pigeon, send me flowers, send me bombs. It's up to you. Either way, here's my e-mail addy:
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Until the next installment.