And so the story begins -> this story is a whole lot of fiction, but also some self experienced situations, but the names have been changed, for their own sake.
Smiles faded when i told, chapter 1
I think I'll start with telling you all a little bit more about myself. I was born in Oslo, the capitol of Norway. I have one older and one younger brother, Tom (23) and Eric (15), and a younger sister, Lilly (17). I now live with my mother and father, my two younger siblings, our dogs and our cat. We live out in the country, can't call my home place for a town, it's too small to fit in that category.
I go to high school about an hour away from home by bus, but by car it takes about 20-25 minutes. Its crazy getting up at 6 in the morning, and be at school 0730, when school starts at 08:00, every single day. The school systems are a bit different in Norway compared both with the US, Canada and Great Brittan. In high school we get to choose between about 20 different "roads". You can go with ordinary school (biology, chemistry, English, math, German and so on), which is almost the same as the American way, or you can chose music (you still have math and all the other boring classes, but not biology, chemistry, physics and all those, instead you have choir, instrumental lesions, the history of music and other cool classes that all have to do with music) or sports (Almost the same as music, but instead of music, they have different sports). All these are 3-year-"roads" And then there are a whole lot of "roads" whom end up in you being an apprentice, like construction worker, mechanic, electrician and others.
I walk on the "music road", and have choir, singing lesions, composing and other hard, music-related subjects, as well as Norwegian, German, English, P.E., Science Math, Religion, History, Social studies and Geography, all divided into 3 years with 35 lesion-hours a week. My first year I had 5 hours of choir, dance and drama, 5 hours with English, 5 hours with math, 5 hours with science, 4 hours with German, 2 hours with instrumental studies, 2 hours with "The founds of music", 4 hours with Norwegian and 3 hours with "usable music studies". It was a though year, way too much to do, with homework and all. But I got through. This was also the year I came to realize I was into boys and not girls and all the good and the bad stuff with the dancer happened this year. I had few good friends in my class, even though everyone was friendly enough. Michael was my only stable guy friend; he had no problems with me being gay, since he after all was bi himself. And then there was Andrea, the best friend I've ever had. This year my friendship with Michael grew a lot because we hung out almost every day. We played PS2, or just talked, watched a whole lot of movies (no, no porno) and just had fun.
My second year was a little different from my first. I no longer had science or English, music, dance and drama, "the founds of music" or "Usable music studies", now I had geography 2 hours a week, Social studies 3 hours a week, History 2 hours a week, musical history 5 hours a week, P.E. 2 hours a week, Norwegian 4 hours a week, German 4 hours a week, math 3 hours a week, choir and band 3 hours a week, instrumental studies 2 hours a week, composing and musical theory 3 hours a week and musical sharing 2 hours a week. This was also a though year, and I went through a depression, and got an eating disorder this year. I also worked on getting over the dancer, which was really hard. Michael and I still hung out a lot, but not as much as last year. I started to get more friends now, I kind of came out of my shell, even though I had a depression. Isn't that weird?
Then my senior year came along. This was the year everything changed. It all started when Michael got a little too much to drink at a party, and just went ahead and kissed me. At that point I knew I was into him, really into him, you know? Not just as friends, but as something more.
Autors Note - in the next chapter there will be a little timejumping, the relationship between Jon and the dancer is where the focus will be, nothing much about Michael in the next chapter, it will come along though, just hold on! Love it? Hate it? Tell me 'bout it! - musikk_jonny@hotmail.com , and if you want the next chapter, check out my blog - http://smilesfaded.blogspot.com