My Fascinating Life

Things between me and Mr. Myspace were better than ever. I could say that I honestly felt like a couple. We were both happier than we had ever been. I wanted to let everyone know how happy I was, and I wasn't afraid to show it. We had both posted pictures of us rock climbing together, laying in bed together, kissing each other, etc...these were things that if a straight couple were to do no one would question, but because we're two guys some people don't know how to handle it. I went to class after an amazing weekend with Mr. Myspace. I heard the other kids laughing and whispering, but that was nothing new. I always pretended as if I didn't notice or care. I was sitting in my morning math class. The teacher had asked me to come up to the board to work out a problem. I grabbed the dry erase marker and began to write on the board. I heard giggling, but I just rolled my eyes and kept going. I then felt a poking on my backside. I turned my head slightly, so that I could pull it off as that I didn't notice, because at this point the giggling turned into laughter. One of the other kids thought it would be hilarious to keep poking me in the ass with a pencil as I was trying to work on a problem at the board. I took a deep breath, finished the problem and walked back to my seat. I tried to focus on what the teacher was saying, but I could feel everyone's eyes on me, even if no one was looking at me, thats what I felt like. I was so embarrassed. Since I was in special ed classes I had most of the same students in my classes because we all needed inclusion teachers in our general classes. There were always some other kids in the mix, but most of us all had the same classes together. Later that afternoon I was in my environmental science class and all the kids who thought I was a joke in my math class were now all standing in a little circle laughing. The class hadn't started yet. They had papers in their hands and they were all laughing. One girl thought it was so funny that she suggested that they stick them up around the school. When the teacher walked in they all separated and took their seats. When one of them had turned around I could see through the paper that it was a picture I had posted on my myspace of me and Mr. Myspace kissing. Part of me wanted to stand up and cause a scene, but the other part of me didn't want to fuel their fire. I sat in my seat, praying that they would stop there. I tried to rationalize it in my head by telling myself that my life is that fascinating that they had to print pictures out of me. No one gave a fuck who they were dating that week, but they cared so much about who I was dating that they had to print my pictures out. I put up a front as though I was flattered, but deep down I was embarrassed. Since I didn't really know who to turn to, to talk about this I texted Mr. Myspace. I was hoping for a heroic response from him when I told him the situation. I wanted him to threaten to come down and kick their assess or something. Even though I knew he wouldn't, it just would have made me feel better. Instead he just gave me the advice to say something to them or tell a teacher. I wasn't trying to give them the attention they were looking for, so I just kept brushing it off my shoulders. It would have been a total turn on for Mr. Myspace to get all pissed or worried, but he knew that I'd be able to hold my own. I couldn't wait for the day to be over. When the bell rang I booked it out of the school building, I just wanted to forget about the entire day...

Living A Fairytale

After a week of not seeing Mr. Myspace I was excited to see him. The day after we got back home from Virgina I woke up early, showered and got ready. I texted him that I was going to be leaving and he said that he was going to hop in the shower quick and get ready. I drove as fast as I could to his house. I couldn't wait to see him. When I pulled up to the house I parked the car and ran to the door. When I rang the bell I expected him to still be in the shower, being that I sped to his house and he always took two years in the shower. I was surprised when he answered the door with his jacket and shoes on. He grabbed his key's and said, "lets go". I asked, "where are we going" but he wouldn't tell me. We went on this long windy road up some mountain. My ears began to pop, and when I looked at my phone I had no service. Where the fuck was he taking me? On either side of us there was nothing but woods. No street light, no people, no other cars, nothing. We then began to drive past these beautiful mansions. No one would know they were here because it was such a remote area. He parked the car on the side of the road in front of a construction site. There was nothing but dirt and mud, and what looked like the foundation of what was going to be a house. There was a little ledge that when you looked down you could see the step drop of the mountain. We plopped a seat as he showed me the view. You could see all of NYC and the Tappanzee Bridge. The shy looked amazing. I could have sat there all day. I grabbed his hand and rested my head on his shoulder. It was nice to see that he still had a romantic bone left in his body. We sat there and talked about my trip, and how his week was at work. I felt like we were an actual couple again. After us sitting there catching up, the sun began to set, and we walked back to his car. As we were driving he pulled over to what looked like a park. There wasn't any swings or picnic tables or anything, but there was a sign stating that it was a park There was a path you could walk on, and a lake, but the place was empty. He put the car in park, and put his hand on my lap, and began to rub my inner thigh. He kissed his lips, as we both closed our eyes. When we opened them, all I could do was stare into his dark brown eyes. I felt so happy. Why couldn't every day be like this? I felt as though I was high on love. I thew his shirt off and kissed his neck. Before I new it we were like a pair of rabbits in his back seat. After our sexcapades my whole body was sore. I hadn't had a work out like that all week. I was all out of breath. I never wanted a nap so bad in my life. We drove back to his house and stuck in his seasons of Will and Grace. Normally this would mean we would be getting it on, but we were both tired. I fell asleep on in his arms, and it felt amazing. I woke up and noticed he was still sleeping. I began to rub his thigh and moved up to his crotch. He was sleeping, but I could tell his jeans were getting tighter. I kissed his neck as he slowly woke up with a full hard on. He suddenly got a giant burst of energy was was all over me. The rougher he got, the louder I got. He tried to quiet me down, because his parents were up stairs, but I knew it was turning him on. After we were done I could have used a cigarette. I was so tired and my body was still sore. I managed to get up and get dressed. I had to get going to make it home on time for my curfew. I said good night to his parents and he walked me out to my car. He held me in his arms as we looked at the stars. We leaned up against my car as we made out. He he managed to pull his lips away from mine, I whispered the words" I love you" It was the first time I had said that to another guy. He whispered back "I love you too". I felt as though I was living a fairytale. I couldn't stop smiling to even kiss him again. I got in the car and he bent down for a kiss. He said good night, and to text him when I got home so that he knew I made it home okay. My heart felt like it could fly out of my chest. I was happier than I had ever been before.

Our Trip to Virginia

The car was packed and we were on our way down to Virginia. I was in Melissa's car with her daughter Ally, my best friend Paula, and her sister Kimmy. In my mom's car was my Dad, my two little brothers, and Melissa's son Mark. We all referred to the three of the boys as "the bigga's". It has always been a thing in my family. My Grandfather who we all called "Pop", would always call my little brother Billy, Big boy. Between that and him being over weight we came up with the term "bigga" so when someone was over weight, or had a fat moment, we would all say "bigga!" Me being the only thin one in my family, I didn't get called it very often. Ella had to stay back home because she had to work, but Paula's mom Faye and her boy friend drove down in their own car. The drive down wasn't bad. We had a blast in our car. Since I have always been the one with the huge music collection, I got to DJ. We all talked and laughed and had a blast. During the trip things were going fine. The next morning we went to a water park called Waterloo Village. I have never been a huge fan of water parks, but his place was the shit. Thanks to my mom's awesome planning skills we had this sweet cabana by the wave pool with food, drinks, towels, sun screen, the works. I had a blast on all the rides, and Paula, Kimmy, Greg, and I had a blast. I had barley seen the rest of my family the entire day. When we got back from the water park we had all met up for a BBQ back at the hotel. There was so much food. Melissa has always been an awesome cook, so the dinner was more like a feast. Being that we were down south and Paula and Kimmy are from Africa they kept joking the whole trip that they were waiting for someone to call them the "N" word. Every time we had to speak to an employee or just a local to Virgina we would crack up laughing as if the person was going to call them the "N" word right to their face. The next morning we went to the theme park that my mom was most excited for...Williamsburg. My mom was definitely born in the wrong time era. She has always been obsessed with the Victorian style clothes and decoration. So this place was right up her ally. I might have also enjoyed the park, if it wasn't so hot and if it didn't smell like horse shit every where we went. I had never been happier to live in the moder world with cars instead of horse and buggies. My feet were killing me by the end of the day, but my mom was happier then a pig in mud. She had found a place in Williamsburg where they bake broomsticks out of actual sticks and hay. She then told us her story of how she went on a field trip when she was a kid and all she wanted was this home made broom stick, but since her mother (my grandma) was a single mother with four kids living on welfare, she didn't have the money to buy it. When my brother Billy went on a class trip to the same place, she was so excited because she was class mother and she got to go. But it would be her luck, that the day they went the guy who made the brooms wasn't there. So when she got to Williamsburg she was so excited to get her homemade broom stick....ugh the things that get my mom excited. After our exciting trip to Williamsburg (insert sarcasm here) the next day we went to Busch Gardens. I had always liked rides, especially spinning rides, but I always had a fear of flipping. Although, with Mr. Myspace's help, my fear of heights and roller coasters was starting to diminish. So my brother Greg convinced me to go on this crazy looking ride. It was bright red and swung back and forth. While swinging it also spun around in a circle. It would swing up in the air high enough that at one point you are spinning in a circle while flipped upside down. Luckily there wasn't much of a line, so I didn't have much time to hesitate. We got on, and in the end it was a blast! My adrenalin was pumping and I wanted more! This had started my new fascination with "big" rides. It had now been winding down towards the end of the trip. Melissa had been short on cash, and we were now going to walk around Virgina beach. We walked on the board walk, and my mom and the bigga's ran to stick their feet in the water, but Paula, Kimmy, Ally, and I decided to stay back. There is nothing worse that sandy, wet feet, and then having to put your shoes back on. We went on a couple dinky rides on the board walk and went into some of the stores. One of the stores being a piercing shop. I was so tempted to get my cartilage pierced like Ally. I looked at my mom and asked, "should I?" She knew me too well and said, "your too chicken". We went in and looked around, Paula and Kimmy tried to talk me into it, but Ally told me it kinda hurt when she had her's done, so like my mom predicted, I chickened out. Melissa had been in a cranky mood the whole night because Mark had kept asking for money to go on the rides with the rest of the bigga's. The entire trip my Dad had kept saying how on the way back home he wanted to drive through Washington D.C. which would be stupid because it's not like we would see anything. He just wanted to drive past to say he saw the Washington Monument. On the way home it had started to torrential down pour. My mom was driving and had been using the GPS that was built into the car. As we were driving there was a fork in the road. As soon as the GPS was about to tell my mom which way to turn, Melissa called my mom on her cell to ask her about pulling over for dinner, forcing the GPS to switch over to blue tooth mode to answer her call, so my mom just guessed on which road to go on. My mom ignored the call to get back on to the GPS mode, but by then it was too late. My mom had accidentally taken the exit to go to Washington D.C. Melissa was furious. The traffic going through Washington was way worse than if we had stayed on the path were were suppose to. As we passed through she yelled "ARE YOU HAPPY?!? LOOK EVERYONE THERE'S THE FUCKING WASHINGTON MONUMENT!!!" Paula, Kimmy, and I sat in the back seat quiet as a mouse. When Melissa finally got my mom on the phone, my mom tried to explain to her what had happened, but Melissa wasn't buying it. We finally decided to stop and eat at Burger King. When Melissa hung up the phone, Ally asked, "what's Onion King?" Melissa then yelled, "WHY THE FUCK WOULD I SAY ONION KING ALLY?!?" The whole car was quiet. We then looked at Kimmy as she was holding it in so hard. She wanted to burst out laughing, but was deathly afraid. Seeing her struggle to hold it in, made it even harder for me and Paula. We couldn't take it anymore, we bursted out into laughter, what felt like an hour after the incident happened. Melissa thought it was funny that we were afraid to laugh and the whole car started laughing. When we got to Burger King we were no longer laughing. Melissa was still in a bad mood, and the workers taking three years to make our food wasn't helping. After flipping out at the Burger King employees, we were back on the road. I was never so happy to be back home. I had missed Mr. Myspace, and aside from the occasional sexting and midnight phone sex during the trip, I hadn't talked to him too much, so I was excited to see just how much he missed me...

Bringing New Friends Into The Mix

At home things were going well. My brothers were now in 8th grade and fifth grade, and I was a senior in High School. Upstairs lived my grandparents (my mom's parents), who we had brought a two family house with 8 years before. There was always some drama surrounding my Grandma and my mother with money and other things that I didn't really understand. My mom would always try venting to me ad start rambling off all these numbers, but when she would start mentioning dollar amounts my mind would just automatically tune her out. Thankfully, for my sake, my mother also had her girl friends who she could vent to. It's interesting seeing the different personalities of all of her friends. There is always drama going on with each of them. They had all met each other through other friends, although my mom and her friend Melissa had been friends since they were in the second grade together. I always found it interesting when someone in her circle of friends would try to bring in another person to the group. Her friend Summer brought over to the house her friend Ella. Before bringing Ella over Summer gave us the background story about Ella's life. Ella had been adopted from a family who lived out in California, and did not have a very easy life. She made it out to Jersey because when she got married she moved with her husband to Jersey to be close to his family. The marriage didn't last long before she got a divorce. She had become very close with Summer through a mutual friend. Since Ella didn't have any family out her or anything she would spend a lot of time at Summer's house. She would frequently spend the night at her house since Ella lived in Elizabeth which is not the safest neighborhood. When Summer brought Ella over I was excited. I thought it was going to be awkward because Summer warned us that Ella is a very shy person. When she walked in she didn't look like how I expected her to. Summer told us that she was Muslim, but she looked more Jewish. She had dark hair, and light skin, and she didn't wear a scarf or anything. She got along with everyone very well, but I thought it was funny how she hung out with us kids most of the time. She was pretty down to earth and easy to talk to. Once she left of course all the girls  huddled together and started talking. I over heard them talking and I couldn't believe when they said that Ella was a lawyer. I wouldn't have guessed. She was quiet, and down to earth. Not loud and show-y like I would expect a lawyer to be. Meanwhile my mom took the opportunity to introduce to the group, my best friend Paula's, mom. She too was quiet, she kept to herself. Being that she was from Kenya she had a thick accent, which sometimes made her hard to understand. She tended to keep to herself at the get togethers, but after awhile started to warm up and join the conversations. As time went on Ella and Paula's mom became part of "the girls". They planned a trip for us all to go to Virgina during that summer, but they didn't know the drama that it would include....

Our Disfunctional Relationship

Things between me and Mr. Myspace had been going alright, we weren't really arguing, but nothing exciting was really going on either. Maybe we were just getting comfortable with each other. Although now with his father moved back in emotions at home were high. I came over to his house to hang out, and out he came through the door. I could tell he was upset. As the screen door slammed his dad came out yelling at him. He hopped in the car and told me to drive. I didn't know if I should, but I did. He had told me earlier that he wanted to go see some play that one of his friends were in. I had been trying to get out of it, but now that his dad was obviously ready to rip is head off about something there really wasn't much else to do. We began to get into an argument because I didn't really want to sit through some dumb high school play. I was surprised that he wanted to, because that was never really his thing. "I do all the things you ask me to do weather I wanted to or not, so now it's your turn to do it for me", he said. I felt like I was being forced to go to this, which made me even less thrilled about it. I asked him why his dad was so mad, and he got very defensive and began yelling it me. "It's none of you'r fucking business okay? I don't want to talk about it.." I didn't know how to react. I definitely didn't deserve to be spoken to that way. But I didn't want to say anything that would fuel the fire. We walked in and I wasn't speaking to him. I sat down and put my jacket on the seat next to me, leaving a seat in between us. As the play kept going, the more boring it got. He had pointed out who his "friend" was. I thought it was going to be some chick, but it ended up being some gay guy, which made me even more less thrilled to be there. My stomach began to curdle. I didn't want to be there, it was hot as hell in the theater, and Mr. Myspace was really pissing me off. I went to the bathroom. I felt as though I was going to faint. I sat in the stall for a little while near an open window to try and cool down. I heard the cast member in the bathroom talking and laughing in between acts. I began to feel better and walked back to my seat, passing by his "friend". The play was over and Mr. Myspace said that his "friend wanted to say hi". I still said very little to nothing, to Mr. Myspace. I was still pissed.As we walked up he gave his "friend" Adam a hug. He introduced me as his boy friend, and I shook Adam's hand. He's lucky he introduced me as his boy friend. He was already on my shit list so if he were to introduce me as his friend I would have flipped. Adam was surrounded by his friends and family who all wanted a chance to talk to him, so we let him go, and began to leave the theater. We got in the car and began to drive back to his house. Not a word was said the whole car ride back. We went into his house and into his basement to watch Will and Grace. Also to avoid another confrontation between him and his dad. While watching the show I sat on one end of the futon and he sat on the other. I kicked my shoes off and put them on the couch, thinking maybe he would try to start things off by giving me a foot rub, but nothing. I even put my feet on his lap, and still nothing. God forbid he be the one to initiate the fore play. I began to kiss his neck, but he was still watching the show. It wasn't until I began to rub his crotch that he even seemed to notice me. The sex that night was mediocre at best. I don't know if it was because of how pissed I was at him, or how pissed he was at his father, but either way, the sucky sex didn't make me feel any better. I drove home that night with my windows down, and my music blasting. I can always count on my music to cheer me up...