BY : Lois Pechony
2000©
Disclaimer:
this story contains homosexual relationship. So all narrow-minded or easly offended
people - your next move should be hitting the BACK button.
Dedication:
to all changes, grand and pettite, and those days we call "the 1st days
of the rest of our lives". "Orange" - don't worry, Chris is on
his way. Hilary baby, all my emotions are still there... love.
Chapter One
There is a nice life waiting for you just around the corner; but you won't ever know where is that corner, when this nice life would stick around that corner, will you be there at the right time or… Will you ever walk to that corner and turn to the right direction, or maybe you won't ever notice and continue on your original way, which lacks any corners, turns or whatsoever? And what is that nice life? What does it include? Does it mean, you'll have your dreams coming true right there on the spot? Does it mean, there is a fat purse dropped on the ground, with just enough money for you to spend your life at the Caribbean with the woman of your dreams? Does it mean, the woman of your dreams is there? A nice life. Define it.
Don't mind me and my weird way of thinking. Sometimes, my mind creeps over the darkest corners of the consciousness and stays there for a vacation from the rational. But I guess it's not like I am some nutcase; this book about teenage years I picked up once at the library explains it as a phase, when we, the teenagers, seem to be stranger than ever, even in our own eyes. So that means, I am quite a typical teenager. Nice to know.
So what is nice life? I think I will reach the answer one day. I mean, I have to. I have been told this tale about the nice life waiting around the corner just about… Millions of times? That's about it. I guess people know what they are talking about, otherwise they would have just shut up their mouths and didn't fill up my head with that BS.
My name is Zachary Hanson and today is October the twenty-second. Today is my birthday. I am fifteen.
Right now I just left my house with all the bunch of kids in there, my siblings, and I am on my way to Enid. I know she has a surprise for me - her older brother cared to inform me on that matter a few days before the occasion. He told me to swallow everything she's going to say and behave like I am the happiest puppy alive. He didn't tell me what it was, though. Surprise is a surprise, after all.
Enid is the sweetest girl I've ever met. I absolutely adore her - I actually cannot really say I love her because that would be not completely true, since I don't really know what love is, but I do adore her and admire her and like her a lot and basically, I need her presence in my life to keep the sanity on its spot. Somehow, when I see her, I feel like there is that sunshine in the room, and it's her. I feel like she is the source of my strength even when I call her at two a.m. from some hotel room and cry like a baby that I am tired and I want to just go home and take a decent nap when my head rests on her knees. And all she does then is tell me everything is fine and I am just tired, but I feel like she gave me a magic shot, full of power. I don't really know how she does it. Maybe it's some incredible, mysterious power only girls have. She sure has it overloaded… She is like a magician when it comes to keeping your feet on the solid ground.
I felt that way ever since I first met her, when I was thirteen. I met her right before the Albertane Tour, and when I returned home, she was there, in front of the house, with a bunch of flowers. She's my little flower child. Little - because she is tiny. I am big and tall and muscular, and she's tiny and thin, fragile, looking like the most vulnerable creature alive - when in fact, she is the strongest one. That is, probably, why I cannot imagine my life without her. We've been together for a year and a half now. We've been buddies before that.
Enid wore a white dress with blue flowers all over it, with a blue plastic flower stuck in her long, blond hair. I kissed her on the forehead - maybe not a proper kiss for a couple, but it was kind of the right kiss for the moment. She took my hand in hers and led me all the way to the woods, slowly walking and glancing back at my direction every once in a while. She wasn't saying a single word; I adopted the habit for that half an hour we walked, hand in hand, silent. Silence is golden. Kisses are diamonds - but as much as I wanted to kiss her now, I couldn't.
Then we were there, at the middle of some group of trees. Enid turned to me and pointed on the ground. I lowered my eyes, just to see a blue blanket, the exact same shade as the flowers on her dress and in her hair. Enid slowly lay down on the blanket. "Wouldn't that be romantic, if we kissed here?" she whispered in the sexiest voice she could have. Enid turned fifteen just a week ago - she was a week older than me - and we both had equal experience. We learned together about the mysteries of physical love and the pleasures, the little pleasures of teasing the partner with the tip of your tongue, or playing with his, or hers, hair; for now, we haven't learned that far along, but what we have learned, we learned well and for the depth of the matter.
I lay down next to her and stroke her hair. "Baby… That is the surprise?"
"Yes… Do you like it?"
Did I like it? This girl, who mattered the world to me because she was so unlike the others, was there beside me in that white, flowerish dress, with a flower in her hair, she was smiling innocently but temptatively when I looked at her, she was ready, willing and expecting to learn a new lesson in love right here, right now, she was running her fingers through my hair, she was so amazingly… Angelic.
"This is the best… best surprise somebody ever surprised me with," I said; then she kissed me, the way only she could kiss, first gently brushing her lips against mine with such gentleness, then pressing our lips together for a brief moment and parting them again, them finally our lips met, to be inseparable - until the second she was sliding her tongue into my mouth, taking me all the way to the heaven of feelings and arousal. We kissed passionately for a few moments, which sure seemed for hours - as a matter of fact, I would like them to be hours. But we were interrupted.
"Nice sight, kids," a voice pronounced above us. We pulled away from each other in an instant, and I looked at the person who dared to invade to our private moment and now, as I see it, completely spoil it with his presence, his talking, and his whole existence. I couldn't see him, though - the sun was right behind his back and I was blinded.
"Excuse me, sir, but I don't recall this area to be a private property, so I can't see any reason for you to disturb us." Enid sounded so suddenly angry and upset, saying - no, almost shouting those words to his direction.
"I'm sorry, but for a guy, who simply went for a walk in the woods because he had nothing else to do, to see right there, out of the blue, a scene like the one, that was going on here, is quite a thrill. Why don't you, kids, continue? I may even guide you." He was obviously making fun of us. I stood up on my feet then and faced him. I was welcomed with the soft brown of his eyes and with the sudden feeling that I was falling down, all the way down…