Dear Diary (c) 2002-2003 Mychyl Kime (KimeNet Corp.)
This is a work of fiction, depicting teenage males in romance and/or sexual positions. The people depicted in this story (to the best of the author's knowledge) do NOT exist... in the rare case that they're based on real people, the names HAVE been changed... not so much as to protect the innocent as to spare the poor people listed within the unnecessary fame this story might bring to them... not that I'm saying lots of people will read this, or even people where I've lived, but there's always a slight chance... And these events are, for the most part, all the imagination of the author, although I've seen the events depicted many, many times. And by the way, the places used within do exist, and are easily as evil as depicted herein...
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Also, if you are repulsed by the concept of homosexual romance and/or sex, please feel free to leave at any time. In fact, now would be a good time. But hey, it's your call, of course... I can't make you leave, either... but if you choose to stay, feel free... who knows, you might even change your mind! My only question is: why are you here if that's the case?
This is a new story, completely independent of my older work; if you are interested in that, it's in HighSchool/The_Dance. And please, do not ask if The Road Ahead will be completed. It will not. In fact, if I can sweettalk the wonderful people at Nifty into doing a favor for me, the token trifle which is The Road Ahead (online) may be destroyed. I'll offer up the rest of this, and the anticipated next two books, for it, in fact. >_>()
Each chapter will be prefaced by a piece of the song "Dear Diary", (c) 2000 Britney Spears, from her album "Oops... I Did It Again". I make no misrepresentations to my ownership or rights to this song; however, I am certain that Ms. Spears would not be so petty as to sue me for usage of this song on a free forum, where I can gain no profit from using it.
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And now, without further delay:
-- Chapter 9 --
"Now I can't wait
To see that boi again..."
-B. Spears, "Dear Diary"
The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully... for some reason, I never saw Kev all day, but I didn't really care to see him, either, so I wasn't too terribly worried. Zack and Johnny and I hung out during lunch, and we waved to each other as I left campus towards my house, a little hurt that they didn't decide to automatically come hang out with me, but at the same time, I wasn't so sure I wanted company right now, especially since right now my emotions were so raw from all the recent happenings, and since I couldn't guarantee that my feelings for the two bois wouldn't overwhelm me and take another shot at ruining our friendship... as I said, I didn't want to chance losing them as friends, no matter how bad I wanted... felt like I needed... a relationship with them... it just didn't seem worth it.
As I got to my house, a sudden shiver worked its way up my spine, and I noticed that my front door was standing partway open. Now, even though I was in a hurry that morning, I was pretty damned sure I'd closed and locked the door... so, there was no way it should be standing wide open like it was. And immediately, fear kicked in.
I edged through the door, looking around, trying to see if anyone was inside, fear stilling my voice and causing my breath to come in short, ragged bursts, which I stifled not too well, trying to force my body to ignore the fear that was racking it. I made a complete circuit of the main floor, not seeing anyone or any evidence of anyone anywhere downstairs, and went to the staircase, climbing it as quietly as possible, just in case there was someone there and I might be able to go unnoticed... ~Call the police!~ my mind yelled at me, ~Someone broke into your house, you need to call the cops, have them come out!~
I reached the door to my room and looked inside, only to see that someone was laying, face down, on my bed... and as I froze in shock to see someone lying there, he rolled over to reveal it was Jimmy... but at the same time, it almost seemed like it wasn't. Jimmy's hair, his honey-brown locks always gelled and styled to perfection, hung limp and lifeless around his face... his normally clean-shaven face, which was now heavily covered in several days worth of stubble. But it wasn't just that it looked like he hadn't been taking care of himself... it seemed like something, some integral part of him, was missing, and I couldn't tell what, exactly, it was...
"Jimmy?" I called to him, trying to wake him from his apparent slumber. "Jimmy, what's wrong? Where have you been?"
"Avoiding you," he answered quietly, his voice a neutral mask of indifference, though a single tear began to run a lonely course down his overgrown cheek. "I... I love you, Sean, but I was too late to tell you... you're with that bastard Kevin now, and now I can't be with you, it can't happen, it would mean ruining what you have..."
"Ssh," I quieted him, coming to sit next to him on the bed, not quite daring to touch him, comfort him, but at the same time needing to be close to him and quiet his pains and fears. "Me n Kev aren't together, we screwed around a bit but that's it..." At that, he sat up quickly and got off the bed, starting towards the bedroom door. "Wait, don't leave," I said quickly, grabbing him by his wrists and pulling him back to me... and then I noticed his wrists. Covered in scars and cuts, some of them healing already, others still fresh and oozing with his blood, all of them a mute response to the unasked question of where he'd been since that fateful first night...
"What... the... fuck?" I asked him, changing my view to his face, not sure what exactly to make of the apparent suicide attempts... "What in Hell are you trying to do?"
He tried to pull free, but I held onto his wrists, forcing him to yank his arms out of my grasp, sending me flying across the room... then, a sudden, exploding pain filled the back of my head, and darkness fell across my vision, and I was certain that it was all over as the darkness overtook me, sending me spiraling downwards into oblivion...
To those of you who still read this story, even though there've been gaping holes in the publishing timeline: Well, here we are, the moment we've all been waiting for, the ultimate cliffhanger~!
For those of you who've jumped on the story more recently than all that: Usually, I'm not this bad about keeping my stories updated (look at The Dance, my old story, to see what I mean)... it's just been a VERY hectic ride thus far, and it promises to get better from here on out... I've got a good living arrangement, and that's why I keep posting sporadically was because of bad living arrangements in the past.
SO, as soon as I get the next (final~!) chapter typed up, I'll post it... normally, this being the final cliffhanger, I'd let my wonderful readers wait a day or two, suffer in silence and all... but, being as I haven't had posts to it in SO long, I think everyone's suffered enough as is.
ALSO, with the next chapter, I'll include a sample of the upcoming story "Frozen" (Part 3 of the Ukiah Chronicles, with this being Part 2 and The Dance, of course, Part 1)... which'll start once this one's finished.
Anywho, for now, so I can write s'more, I bid you all a fond adieu... as always, fan mail, comments and (constructive) criticisms are welcomed... my email's at the top, feel free to write~! (Include Dear Diary as part of the email topic, so I don't think it's spam... I get a lot of spam these days... -_-)
~X~ Mychyl ~X~