forgotten bonds dereks story 1

I'm currently kissing the last person in the world I would ever want to kiss, though I guess I should start from the beginning to explain what's happening

            I grew up being told, "this is what a man is", and "this is what a man does", so is it any surprise that when I transferred into a new school I joined the football team and started hanging around someone super girly named Alex? Well no I guess not when I say it like that, but when you consider that I'm only the towel boy and this super girly friend of mine is male, it does throw a bit of a wrench in the works. Now don't get me wrong, Alex is great and super cool, but sometimes he can be a bit…

            "Come on big boy we have some shopping to do!"

Like that.

            "Do you have to say it like that, Alex? You know what people will think," I stated. I mean, we go to a really open school, but that is no reason to go all out.

             "Derek, you know I really don't care what people think," he retorted. I guess it's true; he was never one to worry about how people saw him, and this has seemed to cause problems in the limited amount of time I have known him. He has always been very sure of his sexuality. "Besides, Sam loves the way I talk." Now let me clear something up before this gets out of hand: Alex is straight, almost painfully so sometimes, and Sam is a girl that, as far as I know, has always been and always will be. On top of this, Sam and Alex are dating. She is actually another close friend of mine that I met through Alex. Even though he is straight he can still act really…

            "Queer!" Alex said not in a harsh way, but obviously not happily, as he stared at his locker. That, among many other terms, had been emblazoned in big black permanent marker all over and around his locker.

            "Alex, I…"

            "Shush, Derek. I'm getting an idea for a new art project. If I work with some different lighting, this could make a great political statement about teenage life."

I don't doubt that he would not only do this, but succeed in it. He was an odd one, rather lanky and a bit short, but with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, and the cutest ass around. Not that I looked.

I guess I should explain though. I am the gay one between the two of us, not that I'm really anything close to a delicate flower though. I mean, the only reason I'm helping the football team is because there were no openings on the swim team and I wanted to show that I could take initiative. So until a spot came open, I was lugging towels around. The fact that I stand just over six feet tall does help with me not being delicate either.

I guess I realized I was a bit different when I started taking a really long time just to pick out one pair of underwear. I soon figured out that I was spending more time looking at the models then the brands. I'm perfectly fine with being gay, mind you, and I know my family won't object. It has become a joke that we are the poster children for a well developed homosexual family, with two moms and a bi sister; it's almost hard not to imagine them being almost proud for me.

And in case you're wondering, my father died before I turned ten, and no need to get all sappy; he was not a nice man. He beat my mother and was an alcoholic, which was the eventual cause of his death.

It was his father, my grandfather, who took my mother in and raised me and my sister for years. That is, until my mom showed an inclination to something he didn't like. He now only talks to me and, because he doesn't know about her love of women, my sister. All the while reminding us how much he disapproves of what my mother is doing, on a regular basis.

Now it's not like I have told anyone yet; I mean, it isn't like people are coming up to me and telling me that they are straight, so why should I tell them I am gay? Okay, so my logic is a little flawed, but it isn't a big deal. I mean really, I doubt anyone would really care either way.

            "…so it's set. You can meet us at the movies at seven," Alex finished. Finished what, I have no idea, but he was definitely waiting for a response

            "Sorry man, I zoned there. What were you saying?" I admitted, although it's not a shock; I tend to zone, so I'm sure he was just waiting for it

            "I was saying since you're still new in town, I thought it would be cool if you got to know more than just me and Sam, so a big group will be coming and we will hang at my house afterwards. You can meet us at the movies at seven". It was harsh, but true. I mean, you would think a six-foot tall swimmer would have no trouble meeting people. Did I mention I can get painfully shy? Okay, that's an exaggeration, but I do have trouble with new people. The fact that I decided to join the most competitive courses in the school is really not helping me, as most people in the classes don't want to just "make friends". The only reason I'm friends with Sam and Alex is because I happened to be reading a poster for Alex's favourite band, Forgotten Blondes, and he started chatting me up at a mile a minute. Needless to say, we became close friends.

            "Fine, I'll meet you at seven," I said with a playful tone. Alex must have caught it because he gave me a confused yet happy smile. I went home fairly certain that it was going to be an uneventful night.

After telling both my moms where I was going, I left for the theatre. Unfortunately, I got there fifteen minutes earlier then I had even meant to, so I still had twenty minutes until everyone else was due to arrive.

That's when I saw him: tousled hair, a bright smile, and, well, it was obvious he worked out a bit. Again, not that I noticed these things. He looked over towards me. His eyes grew huge, and his grin even larger. That's when he started to run to me. What could I do? A cute guy was all of a sudden embracing me in a tight hug, which was at the same time comforting. He snuggled in a bit, and I got a gentle whiff of his hair, and… Who am I kidding? I definitely noticed these things about him.

            "Derek!" he said, finally pulling away from the hug. "It has been way too long since I last saw you!" It was then that it dawned on me.

This was my oldest friend; the one who moved away in the middle of junior high, the one that I had spent most of my life with.

This was also my first crush.