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Three Roads Chapter 22: Sing Your Own Special Song (Part 2)
"Eric, this is your mother!" She said angrily into the phone, "I..." she paused. She had suddenly lost her nerve and now her mind was spinning. It was possible that the movie she had found was not Eric's; Michael could have planted it. The reasonable side of Carol took over though, and she knew that it belonged to her son. Eric's mood swings, his behavior, it all made sense now. Her breath caught when she realized that she was still being recorded on Eric's voice mail, "I just wanted to say how much I enjoyed having you here this weekend and I will talk to you soon." She hung up the phone and sat down again at the kitchen table. How did this happen? How did her son become gay? Was it something she had done? Had she been too nurturing or not nurturing enough? She thought about all the things she had said over the past few months about gay people, none of which she considered to be rude or horrible, but she thought about how someone gay, her son, might take those comments and that's when the tears finally began to flow from Carol's eyes.
"Richard, what are you doing?!" Bliss yelled, "Come back here!" Richard kept walking with steady purpose, his eyes locked in on the enemy before him. His view was suddenly obstructed by a rather tall woman and she stood in front of his way, matching the determined look on Richard's face.
"What?!" Richard asked aggressively, already knowing what she would say.
"You need to go back to the booth and sit." Dr. Taylor said calmly.
"I can't do that."
"You're going to have to or I'll call security and have you removed for causing a disturbance."
"Bullshit."
Dr. Taylor held up her cell phone, "Campus security is programmed into my phone. I walk alone to my car every Monday through Thursday night so I have it in my phone in case I ever need it. That's beside the point though, you need to start walking back to the booth in the next three seconds or I will call campus security."
Richard hesitated only for a moment, before walking back to the booth, but he kept direct eye contact with Dr. Taylor who, to her own credit, never broke eye contact with him either.
"Oh my God, Richie, what the hell were you thinking?" Bliss said.
"Somebody's got to do something. They have no right."
"They have every right," Dr Taylor interrupted, "And I want it understood by everyone hear now and for those who come to help out later, they have every right to be out here and we will not disturb them or antagonize them or disrupt their group in any way. Is that understood?"
Everyone, except for Richard, nodded yes, "Richard, I need you to agree or you'll have to leave."
"How can you take their side? I don't get it."
"It's not about taking sides. It's about letting people choose for themselves. That's the beauty of living in a free country, everyone gets to choose how they express their beliefs, without it we wouldn't be able to have this booth out here. Venus, Serena, will you help me go get the rest of the boxes?"
The two girls along with Dr. Taylor walked quickly to the Multi Cultural Center to retrieve the boxes. Once they were out of ear shot, Richard spoke up again, "What the hell was she talking about living in a free country? What does that have to do with those close minded assholes over there?"
"I kind of see her point." Cooper spoke up, "Don't get me wrong, I think what they spew is bullshit, but they are allowed to spew that bullshit if they want."
"They shouldn't be allowed to though, it's wrong. Me wanting to sleep with men doesn't affect them in any way. If I want to marry Toby I should have every right to. Gays being allowed that right doesn't affect their way of life. Them being out here, saying all that shit that isn't even true does affect me, it affects all of us. They don't have to deal with the effects of their actions, we do. We're the ones who get jumped by insecure maniacs, we're the ones who have to struggle to come out to the ones we love the most, we deal with all of that and they get to go on with their lives."
Nobody said anything as Dr. Taylor and the girls had come back with the boxes, "Is everyone ok now?" She asked, her voice full of tension. Cooper turned quickly realizing he hadn't seen Eric since Dr. Taylor had coaxed Richard back to the booth. Cooper found his friend sitting on a bench a few feet away. Cooper walked over to his friend and sat next to him. Eric looked like he was a million miles away, but otherwise he looked fine.
"They may be bible thumpers, but I'd do some of them in a heartbeat." Cooper said.
Eric laughed, "You know you're for sure going to hell after that."
"I guess it's a good thing I don't believe in it then. Are you ok?"
"Yeah. I'm just wondering if this is what my life is going to be like from here on out."
"Only if you allow it to be."
"It's not that simple."
"I know it just sounded like the smart thing to say." Cooper said bumping his shoulder against his friend.
"Do you think Dr. Taylor was right to intervene?"
"Well yeah, Richard would have gotten his ass kicked by a bunch of Christians. How lame is that?"
"Seriously."
"She's an important person at this school. If someone from the group she was in charge of got into a fight that wouldn't be good for her. I don't think she had a choice."
"You're probably right." Eric looked over to see that Richard, Bliss, and Dr. Taylor were each giving information about the club to different students who all seemed to be smiling. It seemed to come so easy to them and he could appreciate the skill with which they could all relate to the other people, especially about something so personal.
"Are you ok?" Eric suddenly asked Cooper.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"The whole thing with Kevin, you haven't said much about it."
"I'm fine. It's not the easiest thing to talk about you know."
"I know. Are you going to see him before he leaves?"
"I really don't know." There was a pause where both boys were looking down at the ground before Eric spoke again.
"Can I ask you a weird question?" Eric asked, a bit embarrassed.
"Shoot."
"You and Joey...did anything happen?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Cooper said starting to laugh.
"Yesterday, he said something about working his magic and you just kind of brushed it off. I thought maybe...you know something had happened."
"Dude, no. We're just friends. Plus I would have told you if I hit that shit or not." Cooper said firmly. Eric laughed, and then just as suddenly changed the conversation, "Everything with Kevin, you'll figure it out." He said confidently.
"As will you." They looked at each other and both could feel the deep understanding they seemed to have of each other. The boys laughed nervously because they were sure the other was thinking the same.
"You want to go see if we can help out?" Cooper asked.
"Yeah." They smiled at each other one more time before heading back to the booth to help their fellow club members.
"President's Office, this is Tim, how can I help you? Oh, hi Dr. Taylor. That's today?! No, I didn't, let me ask. Delta, where's Nancy?"
"She's out today, remember she had that meeting out of town, she won't be back until he end of the week."
"Damn, I need to ask her something important."
"I don't know what to tell you."
Tim pouted and picked up the receiver. He was about to take Dr. Taylor off hold when a piece of paper caught his eye. It was a schedule outlining when all the administrative officials and deans would be on campus for the week.
"Delta, the President is in right?"
"Yes."
"Can I go ask him?"
Delta looked at the door as if she expected Nancy to come hurtling through there at any moment, "You can do whatever you want, my name is Bennett and I'm not in it. In fact, I'm going to the bathroom so I can't be blamed for anything."
Tim watched her leave and then quickly got out of his seat before he lost his nerve. There was a door just a few feet behind his desk and to the right. He went through it and marveled at what he saw. The best way he could of described it was a state of the art kitchen. As he ran his hand over the smooth oak that covered the kitchen, he realized he had never been through this door before. He found it slightly ridiculous that the kitchen floor appeared to be made of marble, but it reminded him of something his mom would do if she could afford it. The kitchen was beautiful, but it also looked like it had never been cooked in, sat in, and especially not eaten in. Tim took another glance and then walked out of the kitchen only to back into Delta.
"Ah! Jesus! What are you doing?! You scared me!" Tim said clutching his chest, "I thought you were Nancy and that your second head was going to burst out and swallow me whole."
"You shouldn't say those things in this office; anyone could walk in and here you." Delta said, however her smile betrayed what she was really thinking.
"Did you ask the President yet?"
"No, I've been in the kitchen. Has anyone ever sat in there?"
"Just Nancy and the President."
"Figures."
"Go ask! You still have Dr. Taylor on hold!" Tim looked at the phone on his desk and saw a green light flashing urgently.
"Oh, right." He went through the door that was to the left of his desk. He passed a fairly large room that seemed to be just as clean and pristine as the kitchen. He knew though, that many people had sat in here because this was Carol's office, and anyone who wanted to meet with the President waited here first. He passed Carol's desk and stopped in front of another door that had to be the President's actual office. He knocked on the door timidly and waited for a response, "Come in."
He could tell by the tone of the President's voice, that he hadn't expected to be bothered any time soon, "Tim, welcome to the secret cave, is this your first time back here?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I think it's ridiculous that a person has to go through all of that to get back here, you'd think Area 51 lay just behind these doors."
"Yeah, no one should have to go through Nancy...I mean..."
The President laughed heartily, "Nancy is amazing at her job and I wouldn't trade her for anybody, but sometimes people don't even know what's coming. Anyway, how can I help you."
"Well, Mr. President..."
"Dr. Brown is fine."
"Dr?"
The president chuckled, "Yes, my doctorate is in education."
"Oh, uh, Dr. Brown, I wanted to know if it'd be ok for me to participate in the Queer week activities today."
"Why wouldn't it be?"
"I thought with me working here..."
"It is absolutely ok," The President interrupted, "I came to this school five years ago because I thought the diversity of this campus came second to none. A job, especially as a student assistant, should not stop you from doing what you find to be important," Tim nodded his head in agreement.
"All that I ask," The President continued, "is that you do not use this office to further your goals."
"Agreed, thank you Dr. Brown."
"You're welcome."
A few hours later, Tim arrived at the Queer Straight Alliance booth to be greeted by Dr. Taylor.
"Tim, I'm glad you could make it, welcome."
"It's cool to be here. Where are the guys?"
"They all left a while ago; they had class, but I think Richard said he would try and come back. Let me show you what we're doing at the booth."
Tim stood, anxiously awaiting for someone to come by. So far all he'd been able to get out was, "Would you like some..." before the student had already brushed by him with either a look of disgust or some excuse of needing to be somewhere else. He looked straight ahead and saw the Campus Crusaders For Christ across the quad sitting at their own table passing out what looked to be flyers and information for their own club.
"Did they really have to do that today?"
"Huh?" Tim said blankly staring at the guy in front of them.
"Kinda sucks they did this today. I`m Jack."
Tim smiled. The guy in front of him was cute, if not hot. He wasn't very tall, probably average height and weight, fairly dark skinned, but Tim couldn't tell if he was Black or Mexican and seemed to have an affinity for jean; he was wearing a jean jacket that matched the jean pants he was wearing, and his backpack was made out of similar material. Tim also thought he talked with a slight but cute impediment because of the retainer in his mouth.
"You know you're not supposed to wear the same color jean right?"
"Really?" Jack said looking down at his clothes with a worried expression.
"I was kidding, who even follows that kind of stuff?"
"Yeah, no one does." Jack said unconvincingly.
Tim continued to look Jack over, "Do you want some information on the Sunnydale QSA and nearby queer friendly organizations?"
"Yeah, if it means I get to talk to you a little longer."
Tim blushed, but he smiled, "Here is a flyer about our meeting schedules and some events that we have coming up." Tim picked up three flyers and handed them to Jack with a smile. The smile quickly turned into a look of skepticism and he snatched the flyers back before Jack could grab them, "How old are you?"
"18."
"Liar."
"I am! If you think I'm a liar does that mean I can't have your phone number?"
"Swear on your jean jacket that you're 18." Tim said seriously.
"Dude, this jacket cost like $200. There's no way I'm swearing on it."
"Not only are you ridiculous for spending that much on a jean jacket, but you're also a liar."
"Fine, I'm 18...I swear on the jacket." Jack said. Tim waited a moment longer before handing over the flyers to Jack. Jack took them in his hand and smiled, "Where do you hang out on campus?"
"Around...but mostly in the coffee shop over by the library."
"Maybe I'll see you around."
"Maybe. Thanks for stopping by the booth."
"No problem. You never told me what your name was."
"It's Tim."
"Tim...I'll remember it next time I see you." Jack winked at Tim and then walked away.
Tim watched Jack as he made his way through the crowds of people. He was walking uncommonly fast for a college student and Tim thought that whatever Jack had to do must be of vital importance. Coming from the same direction, he saw Richard making his way back to the booth.
"Shit." He looked around the quad quickly for Dr. Taylor, one of the other guys, or anybody else he might know so that he did not have to be at the booth alone with Richard.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Richard looked around, "They took those signs down. Earlier they had some signs out there that said stuff like Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve."
"Oh, I guess they did then."
"Anything else interesting happen?"
"You mean before this very second?"
Richard looked around and saw nothing even remotely interesting going on, "What are you talking about?"
"Nothing."
Richard smiled, "Oh yeah, you mean the two of us."
"Yes...just don't punch me in the face ok?" Tim said closing his eyes.
Richard laughed again, "Why would I punch you?"
"Because I used to be with Toby...aren't we supposed to hate each other?"
"Probably, but we have to be around the same people, it's probably not a good idea."
"And I don't want to hate you, you seem like a cool person." Tim said sincerely.
"And I don't want to hate you either, there's not a reason too."
"I agree."
"And besides," Richard paused for effect, "I'm the one who has Toby."
"Is that everything?" Dr. Taylor asked an hour later as they locked all of their materials in one of the cabinets in the Multi-Cultural Center.
"I think so." Richard said.
"Good. Thank you so much for your help today Richard, I really appreciate it."
"No problem. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Earlier you said that the Christian group had every right to be out there. Did you really mean that?"
"I did."
"Ok." Richard said as he turned to walk away.
"Look, I admit that I was speaking more as a member of the school's staff than the way Jill Taylor the person would have handled it."
"But don't you feel you're selling out by letting them do that then?"
"Not at all. I'm an out and proud lesbian woman, I don't think that is selling out and I've done more than you will ever know for gay rights, I had to fight hard to get the QSA any funding from the university."
"I'm sorry, it's just so frustrating that people can think something so wrong."
"I know. But you'll see it a lot in college and about far less controversial things than gay rights. You can show someone proof that what they believe is statistically or logically incorrect and yet many will still choose to believe it cause it's all they know. The hardest part is that we all do it, in some way and in some parts of our lives we all do it. My partner tells me that all the time about my belief in God. She says look at the world and all the sickness and death and destruction and tell me there's a God. For her it's proof that God doesn't exist. And I ask God all the time why some of these things happen, but...well I guess I see it differently. A lot of people think that's foolish, but I think a lot of those people are foolish themselves so it all evens out. I know it seems lonely a lot of the times, and it will continue to be a hard hard road, but its why I started the group so that we dont have to be alone."
Richard simply nodded, "Any other questions?" Dr. Taylor smiled.
"No, that's it. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
Richard walked into his room and he couldn't help but smile when he saw Toby lying asleep on their bed. He climbed into bed with him as quietly as he could, trying not to disturb Toby, but Toby moved anyway, putting his arm around Richard and allowing him to get close.
"Hi." Toby said sleepily, his eyes still closed.
"Hi," Richard said kissing his forehead, "I think we need to talk."
"We do, but it can wait. Let's just lay here quietly.
"Ok."
In his own room, Eric realized that he had missed a voicemail on his cell phone. He waited patiently as the robotic voice told him he only had one message. He heard his mother begin to talk and she sounded scared or like she had been crying. Then she paused for a few moments before her tone changed completely and she was thanking him for a good weekend.
"What the fuck?" Eric was listening to the options the robotic voice was listing to him so that he could replay the message, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw his unpacked suitcase.
"Oh, no!" He leaped off his bed and frantically threw his clothes out of his suitcase as he desperately looked for the DVD Michael had given him. He knew it wasn't in there though, because he couldn't remember ever putting it in the suitcase.
"She found it," he muttered to himself, "she knows."
Cooper wanted to get off campus, but he also needed to study so he decided to combine the two and go to the Starbucks nearby and get some reading done for his classes. He had been reading intently for a few hours when he looked at his watch and decided that if he wanted to still grab dinner on campus he needed to leave soon. He packed up his belongings and headed to the line; he wanted another ice mocha for the road. He stood in line absent-mindedly scanning the menu when he saw a guy turn around and smile at him; it was Kevin. They made eye contact and Cooper could tell that Kevin's smile was hopeful that he might smile back. Instead, Cooper broke eye contact and stared directly down at the floor. Kevin turned around disappointedly. He knew it was what he deserved and he couldn't blame Cooper for reacting that way, Kevin knew he had broken his heart. The worker took Kevin's order and it was ready a few moments later. Cooper involuntarily tensed when Kevin walked by him. He turned around as Kevin headed to the door. Kevin leaned on the door and it opened. Before Cooper could stop himself he yelled Kevin's name, and he saw Kevin stop, unsure if he had imagined what had just happened. Cooper walked out of line and walked outside to Kevin.
"I don't even know what to say." Cooper said.
"I don't either. How are you?"
"I'm good."
"Um, I was gonna leave you a note or something, but since you're right here...I'm leaving to study abroad in a week. I'm going home for Thanksgiving, visit with the family a bit, and then I won't be back until next fall. I know I have no right to ask, but I want us to hang out at least once before I go. I don't think things should be left how they are between us."
Cooper nodded repeatedly, but no words would come out. All he could muster was, "Yeah."
"Ok, when are you free?" Kevin asked.
"I'm not sure, I'll have to get back to you."
"Alright. You know where to find me. I'll hopefully see you soon then."
"Yeah."
Kevin walked away with a smile on his face, though it was due more to relief than happiness, he was glad that Cooper had talked to him. Cooper, on the other hand, wasn't sure how he felt. It was easy to deal, or not deal, with his feelings from Kevin when he wasn't there, but seeing him again left him unable to think straight. He walked back to campus, wondering the whole way if he had done the right thing.
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