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My newest story starts now.

This is a gay/yaoi story. So if you don't like, don't stay.

Please read my summery before leaving this page if you stuck around to read the chapter. :)


I walked into my last class feeling like it was the best day of my life. My birthday this year was just getting better and better. Before I use to hate having my birthday the week after exams. It was just in time for me to get all the bad news about how great I didn't do on most of my exams, and then to round it off, take my report card home for mom and dad to see, and sign, so I could take it back to my councilor who would place it in my permanent record.

But not this year. I had my friend Kim help me out. Over the phone, or in person, we did every piece of homework we were given and studied for every exam and quiz we didn't know we were getting. Some of the teachers try to be sneaky like that. I'm going to brag when I got home, I said to myself as I walked through the door and saw the teacher copying over the last of the grades into a book.

This was the easiest class I had this year. I'm so getting an 'A'. I grinned to myself as I walked around a few guys to get to my seat. I almost thought that someone had taken my spot when I saw something on the desk in front of it, but when I looked closer I saw that it was a gift. Cool, a birthday gift.

I slid into my seat and propped my backpack up against the wall and gave my attention to the box that I spun around in my hands while it was still flat on my desk. It was a good size box, bigger than my hands on each side. I almost rattled it like a ten year old, but I stopped myself when I thought that it could be something electronic or fragile. I looked around the room to see if anyone would send a signal my way to say that they left it for me. But no one did.

"Hey Keven," I said as I reached over and hit the arm of the guy sitting across from me.

"Yeah Jason," he said without looking up from his phone that he was texting on.

"Did you see who put this on my desk?" I asked him. He looked up and for a second to glance at the box in my hands, before going back to his all important text.

"Nope," he answered before I saw him send his message. Now he turns and gives me his attention. "When I came in it was already there."

"So anyone could have left it here then," I said more to myself, but I was still psyched. A gift was a gift. I bent down and placed it under the chair, to keep it out of harm's way.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen," the teacher started as he now stood from behind his desk. "I will call your name, and your score and you will come up to get your exam," he finished as the sounds of loud groans took over the room. "You have no one to blame but yourself for the bad grade you may have gotten," he said in a small attempt to quite the class. "I will be calling you in alphabetical order so I can take attendance at the same time," he ended as he looked down at the first exam he had on the top of his stack.

"Allen, ninety," he said before looking up and watching a dark skinned girl walk toward him amid all the clapping we gave her. He held it out to her and she took with a big smile before walking back to her seat. "Boulder, eighty," he called next. Keven smiled at me as he got up and I clapped with the rest of the class as he walked up front to get his exam back from the teacher. "Clark, B, seventy one," he said next. It was still passing so the class clapped for him when he got up. Next was Clark, K, with eighty. Then Garcia, followed by Hall, Harris, Jones, and Lane.

"Marshall," he finally said and my body was already standing when he said that I got ninety eight. I grinned at my A grade. I walked up to him as the class hollered around me. I had gotten the highest score so far. As I tried to take the papers from Mr. Russell, he held on to it a bit tighter before letting go, causing me to look up at him. "Good job Mr. Marshall," he told me. I just beamed.

I turned around and bowed to the class that just clapped even more for me before Mr. Russell, told them to quite it down and told me to go back to my seat. Before I reached my seat, I heard him call the next name and their score of ninety nine. I stopped and stood still as the guy, who the name belonged to, stood up in front of me. That made the class go silent. Matthew Cole looked at me as if he was waited for something.

I had learned to pretty much tune out his existence and just naturally avoided anywhere I would expect him to be, so this was the first time in a week that I've come face to face with him and we share almost all our classes along with our lunch period with each other.

"Cole," the teacher warned. He wouldn't warn me. I was the good kid here.

"Yes Mr. Russell?" he asked with out looking away from me.

"Walk around and come for your exam," he told him.

"Yes Mr. Russell," he said before he stood for just a moment longer in front of me, before turning around and going through the gap in a column of seats, that I had used on instinct earlier to avoid his seat. Why I didn't use it to go back to my seat? I haven't a clue.

When he was no longer blocking my path, I walked past the last two seats to my desk, and sat down before looked at his back, as he made it to the front desk. The teacher told him something, but it was too soft for the the rest of the class, if not just me, to hear.

I continued to look at him, without knowing why, as he turned around, looked at me, and held my gaze as he walked back to his seat. It was only when he sat down did we both break eye contact. I turned and looked at Keven who was looking at me in an odd way.

"What?" I asked him.

"I don't know what. That is why I'm looking at you," he told me. "I don't know if you need a bodyguard after school or a room for the two you," he said as his grin almost made an appearance. He really didn't know what to make of what just happened.

I shook my head to get the creepy idea out of there and try to forget Cole and his out of place stare. Mr. Russell continued calling out the names, and their score until the last person sat down and showed her exam to the other girl she was sitting next to. The rest of the class was talking , and it was feeling like a free period as the teacher put away the two exams that belonged to two students that were out for some reason.

"When is your next game?" I decided to ask Keven since we weren't being given any work to do at the moment. When I saw him take out his note book for when the teacher did start to say something note worthy, I followed suit while I waited for his answer.

"Next week. Second shift has this week's game," he said as he clicked his pen open.

"Who are they playing?" I asked before turning to look into my bag for a pen that I knew was in there somewhere.

"The Pirate Parrot," he told me with a straight face. I snickered as I remember the last time I saw them play our school's team. They were bad, but what would you expect from a private, science based high school that only created their team two years ago?

"Johnson may not beat them as badly as we did last year," Keven said just before we heard chalk moving across the black board. We looked up almost at the same time and saw something like a list being put up.

"I think they should just disband their rugby team all together," I said before Mr. Russual started to speak.

"We will be doing some work this period, in case you believed other wise," he started out. "Take out your text book and go to chapter twelve," he said before waiting for us to find it.


"Don't forget your gift," Keven told me as he started to stand.

"Oh, thanks," I said before I reached down and picked it up before standing. I swung my bag over my shoulder, tucked the gift under my other arm and looked around to make sure that I wouldn't walk into anyone on my way out. At first I thought that I was the last one to leave when I saw Cole looking at me from the door way before turning to leave. Why was he looking me? Did he really want to fight me like Keven though?

I walked over the door at a normal speed but stopped to look out the door and into the hallway. There were still some kids around, but not so much that it was crowded. I easily saw Cole blatantly looking at me as he leaned up against someone's locker. I was very relived that it wasn't mine. It wasn't even on this floor and I didn't have to go there today, which I was starting to think was a good thing if he wanted a fight.

I walked in the other direction, even if it took me longer to get out of the building, so I wouldn't have to walk past him.  As I made my way down the hall, my fingers itched to put my ear buds in and play some music, but I wanted to make sure that I heard anything happening around in case he really jumped me. I hope that Keven is wrong.

I walked down two hallways and before I turned to walk into a stairwell. I stopped short to turn and look back the way I came to make sure that he wasn't following me. I stood for a few seconds, but I still didn't see him. I pushed my way through those heavy doors and placed my bag on the step in front of me before putting my gift on it. I then fished through my light coat, that I wore all day, to find my iPod and the black ear buds that I used with it. I had to untangle them first before I heard Jennifer Lopez singing Let's Get Loud.

I picked up my gift and had it securely under my arm as I slug my bag over my shoulder and started down the step. I rushed my way back to the front of the building and actually managed to stop the bus as it was starting to pull out of the parking lot.

As I was looking for an empty seat I heard someone else get on the bus behind of me. As I sat down I saw who it was. Cole. He must have been waiting outside of the school for me. Why on earth was he following me? I watched him walk past me as he actually didn't really look at me as he walked to the back of the bus for a seat. I tried to put it behind me, like when it looked like he tried to get my attention last week, and ended up just looking at me for like two minutes.

I stood there like some scared fool waiting for the next shoe to drop, as he looked at me until the bell rang. Then when he moved, he just left the room without even walking past me. I'm starting to really feel like I'm being sized up for something. I told myself as I looked out of the window. As we stopped to let off the first kid, the song changed over to James Blunt slowly singing You're Beautiful as it let in some more sounds from the bus around me.

The bus had like six stops to make before it to got my house. So I started thinking over what projects I need to start working on and the notes that I took today to go over with Kim tonight. I ran my fingers over the blue bow and light purple patten embossed on blue wrapping paper. I tried not to think of opening it since it would make carrying it harder when I had to get off the bus.

On our forth stop, Karry got off with her boyfriend Gary, who normally got off after me. One day the bus driver let me be that last one on the bus, so I would know where Kim lived when we took the same bus home a year and a half ago. That was before she got a bf and stayed back to watch him swim after school. I pulled out my phone and started typing up a text for Kim.

I'm almost home. Call me when you are ready to do our home work. I'll try not to text you before that.

I sent the message and closed my phone. The bus stopped for its fifth stop and I decided to move up closer to the front of the bus so I could get off that much faster when I got to my house. I had zoned out the music until I sat back down again and it was nearing the end of Kiss Me from Sixpence None The Richer.

I saw my street coming as the song ended. There was silence from my playlist causing all the nosies to come  back to me and I felt the smaller movements of the bus as it rolled through another intersection. One more block and I would be there. Not actually at my house, but at the bus stop that was closest to my house.

The bus started to slow down, then came to a stop as a car pull in front of it and blocked the bus from stopping where it was suppose to. The bus driver honked three times to get the other car to move.

"Just let us out here. He's waiting for me," I heard Cole say from behind of me. And I mean right behind of me. I didn't dare turn around. I didn't care how much the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. I wasn't going to look.

"I can't let anyone out until I park where I'm suppose to," the bus driver told him.

"Fine," Cole said. "Da, you have to move or the bus driver won't let us out," he must have said into the phone after a little shuffling on his part. He calls his father 'Da'? "It doesn't matter if he has space. He says that he has to park in that spot," he said before I heard shuffling again.

The black 1970 Chevelle SS with white racing strips roared as it moved down two car lengths before coming to a stop again. The roaring was the last thing I heard once my music had kicked in again. Now I was just hearing the band Peaches singing Hit It Hard. I stood up and walked the last few seats to the door so I could get out, away from Cole and head home. I thought I felt him bump me, but since I didn't feel him trying to get my attention to take it out on me, I decided to consider it my imagination. I had to walk past the car and gave it a look as I did. The paint job looked perfect. The car looked like it was brand new.

There was a guy sitting in the front seat and dressed in a suite, unlike the leather jacket with jeans that I expected to see. He couldn't be anyone but Cole's father even if I didn't hear him call him that. He looked just like Cole, just twenty years older. He flashed me a smile as he nodded his head in my direction when he saw me looking. I nodded back before starting to walk faster. I didn't really think Cole would do anything in front of his father, but I didn't want to take any chances.

I got to the end of the block and I had to look back. Cole was leaning on the car looking me . The words,

"...lets hit it hard
now you're in charge
you wanna roll
then take control...,"

pumped loudly and quickly through my head as I watched him watching me. He didn't look away until a hand reached out of the car and pulled at his shirt. Only then did his brown eyes look away, and I found the will to leave and all but run home.

As I walked into the house, I pocketed my keys before closing the door behind of me. I had an hour before my mom or dad made it home. I went right to my to my room at the back of the house and sat down on my bed before off loading everything I had unto the bed next to me.

"Weird way to end the day," I told myself before laying backwards and coving my eyes with my hands. I breathed deeply as I paid very close attention to the words of the song that started when I opened the gate for our front yard.

It was Pink sing Sober and I mouthed the words that she sang.  

"...I'm safe
Up high
Nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party's over?
No pain
You're like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?..."

I sat up as the last sentence played into my ears. When it was done I pulled the ear pieces out and reached into my jacket pocket for the iPod and felt something that wasn't there before. I took out both things and turned off my iPod before turning my attention to the small square envelope.

Open me after you have opened your gift.
Like I was saying this is my newest story. I started it a long time ago, but school and a writer's block stopped me from writing for a bit.

So I'll be writing up the ending as I post the chapters.

Also, this story is a gift request for my friend :iconrodionyaoi: I'm sure she's hopping as she waits for this to post. :D

Oh, last but not least, I will be posting a chapter every other day for this story.

There is nothing weird going on here this time. ... there is something else, but I'll let you find out what it is by yourself. :)


The Gift - Chappter Two"What is the problem again?" Kim asked me.
"Let me go over this again," I told her. "I found a gift box on my desk today at school in my last class. When I got home I found a small envelope in my jacket pocket and it wasn't there before I left school. It was in the same pocket as my iPod that I turned on after my last class," I told her for the second time.
"Can you think of any time someone would have been able to put the envelope in your pocket?" she then asked me. I knew it was coming. I denied it for the last two hours. Now I had to say it out loud.
"Cole," I said the one word that might as well mean doom to me during this part of my life.
"Cole?" she asked me. " Matthew Cole? The guy that punched you last year when you got into a fight with one of his friends?" She asked in a long descriptive question. "That Cole?" she added on as if I had missed all that she said before. No one could accuse her of not being clear.
"Yes, Matthew Cole," I told her. "He's the only Cole I know, even
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Something interesting and somewhat new. :)


WOW... I, Jhoy E. Meade, got a DD.

:party: :dance: :party:

Thanks to everyone for faving my work, to :iconslavetotrends: for putting it up for DD and :iconsatania:
for featuring it.

Thanks again to everyone for stopping by. :icongrin--plz:


I can not thank everyone for your fave vote, so this is for all of you.

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I'm temporary out of photos, so I give you gold instead. :D

Same starting point, kinda, as this one.

But I would like to think that there is a lot of me in here as well for this one.

See yeah.
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Something blue for my friends that like blue. :)

I got this from the same base pram that I used for this one.

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I'm quite happy with this one. :)

Original :)
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Yes, I was late in posting this, but I don't really think anyone was really waiting for it.

There are no surprises here. Just a cover and numbered pages.

Now, if you are just finding this story, I hope you like it. Please leave me a comment. :)

FYI - This is a side story to "Daddy's Acceptance". That is where we meet Alex, Eddi, Ben and Keven for the first time and it happens, of course, before this story. :)
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Yep, I'm still awake. 

So many reasons, and one of them is to post a fractal. This fractal. :)

I thought about holding on to it for V-day, but I have another one I can use. :D

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"Want me to ride the bus with you to your house? I have everything with me," Kim asked as we walked down the hall after our last class of the day.

"You can go ahead, I'm meeting up with Keven," I told her.

"What for?" she asked.

"I'm about to find out who he's been all lovely dovey with and see who he has been sending and getting all those texts from," I told her.

"I thought you already knew," she told me sounding puzzled.

"You know who it is?" I asked her.

"Well yeah," she said just before we exited the main doors of the school. "You know too," she added as she looked around the front parking area of the school.

"No I don't," I argued. "Keven said the same thing, but I don't know who his girlfriend is," I told Kim.

"Wow," she said as she turned to look at me wide eyed.

"What?" I demanded of her.

"No wonder you don't know," she said when we came to another stop at the foot of steps and out of the flow of  other students trying to leave the building.

"Is Keven giving you a ride or are you catching the next bus?" she asked throwing me for a small loop.

"He's giving me a ride he said," I informed her.

"Then I'll catch the first bus out then. I'll meet you at your house," she said before she lightly jogged over to the, still parked, big yellow bus that was filling up fast.

"JASON!" I heard someone shout. I looked around and saw Keven as he waved his arms to get my attention. I honestly think that he forgets that he's one of the tallest kids in the school. He didn't need to use both hands to make me see him. I looked around as I walked to him to make sure that I wouldn't walk into anyone else on my way over to him and his shiny big truck.

As I got closer I saw this other guy walking towards him also. He looked like the dark haired boy I saw him hanging out with now and again. Now that I see him up close I think I met him at one of Keven's games. Bill?

"Jason, this is Ben, and Ben, this is Jason," he said.

"Hey," I just said before my eyes started to look around for a girl to start walking towards the truck.

"Nice to meet you," Ben then said pulling my eyes back to him when he held out his hand for me to shake. Rather out going isn't he? I thought to myself before reaching out and shaking his hand. I didn't shake hands much so it was kinda odd for me, but not so bad.

"Good," Keven said. He looked back and forth between the two of us as if he was expecting something for a bit. "Ok, let's go. Hop in Jason," he told me. I moved to open the back seat door just to realize that there wasn't one. We would all have to squeeze into the front seat together.

It turned out not be that much of a squeeze after all. There wasn't much wiggle room but we all had our own  space and I think resting my arm on the window helped. Ben was sitting next to Keven and we all stayed quite as Keven drove us off of the school's grounds and out into the bordering neighborhood. I was starting to think that we were dropping Ben off before we picked up his girlfriend who would turn out not to be a student at our school.

"So where are we going?" I asked either of them, but really Keven.

"To your house," Keven told me.

"To my house?" I asked a little surprised. "What happened to meeting your girlfriend?" I asked him in turn. I heard mumbling coming from their side of the seat, but neither of them said anything to me until Keven had pulled over to the side of the road and stopped in front of a Wendy's.

"I don't have a girlfriend," Keven said as he turned towards me and looked completely past Ben. "I have a boyfriend," he told as my mouth opened to ask him what he was talking about.

"Oh," I said instead as I blinked a few times. It never occurred to me that he was gay. I never thought to ask or to tell. I just thought that everyone knew that I was, except my folks of course. I never had that 'gay sense' everyone said that gay guys had. He was popular, girls were always trying to get him to go with them until he picked someone last year, then they just let him be. Did they know he was gay, or that he just now had someone?

"Oh," I said again. I now looked at Ben. "You?" I asked him.

"Yeah, me," he answered.

"Hi," I said from my side of the truck. I was mortified.


"See ya," I said to the shiny slightly gray colored truck and everyone who was in it. They both waved at me before Keven drove off.

I had seen Kim sitting on my front porch when Keven had pulled up in front of my house. I quickly turned around, opened and closed my front gate before walking towards her. She held out her hand when she thought that I was close enough to start cursing her out. Which I actually almost did. How could she not tell me?

"Here is a list of everyone I know in our school that is gay," she said. "I left off the lesbians," she informed me as I took the list from her and she stood up. "Keys please?" she asked as she held out her hand and waited for me to give them to her.

I reached into my pocket in search of keys and felt my iPod first. I hadn't turned it back on since I left home this morning. I found the keys after I found a stick of gum that I still had in my pocket since I got it from Kim a few weeks backs on our way to her house by bus. I was slowing making my way inside as I read the list that Kim gave me. It was a long list. She even had a list of the guys that were in the class ahead of us that had already graduated. Keven turned out to be one of five guys on the rugby team. She had Matthew on the list along with his two friends. She didn't give names, she just had Matthew Cole and his two close friends. When I got down to ninth grade she just had a general note.

Most of those young boys look so gay that I can't tell who is or isn't and they haven't come out to anyone I know either.

"Do you know for sure that all of these people are gay or are you just guessing?" I asked her once I had finished. I looked up and saw that I was standing in the front hallway. I turned around and closed the door behind of me before walking into the kitchen where I heard the fridge door being closed.

"I know," she told me before she drank whatever it was she had pured into her cup.

"And how do you know?" I asked as I placed my bag on the table. I walked around her to get something to drink out of the fridge myself. I pulled out two kinds of dip before I laid my hand on a bottle of lemonade.

"You know Alex?" she asked me as she placed her cup down on the counter top.

"The Alex in our semester? Yeah," I told her.

"He's the sex addicted gay kid in school. At lest he use to be," she started. "Around the time that Keven started to be so sweet to someone, we had seen him hanging out with Alex a few times. We thought that they had hooked up and that Keven was holding on to him until we saw Alex with this new, short, red headed kid. After a few weeks we realized that Keven hadn't fallen for Alex, but his friend Ben. The new red head was a freshmen that year, and his name is Eddi," she had been explaining this to me as she looked through my cupboard for all the chips we had.

"Ok, that explains Keven, but that does not explain the other people on this list," I informed her as she started to dip one of the purple chips into the salsa.

"Well," she started to say with something in her mouth. She stopped talking to chew some more before she tried again. "Well," she said sounding clearer. "Thanks to you I found out about Cole and his friends for sure. They were a maybe until now. My friends who hang out over at JB's a lot told me about the boy couples they saw hanging out there, and the public library is starting to become popular." She stopped for another dip, this time with a white chip. I drank from my bottle as I waited for her to continue.

"There was also the time when the out guys, were talking to other out guys about their time with Alex, and how his system worked. That had us talking for weeks. Especially when we kept finding out who had already gone through his system," she opened her eyes wide for a moment to add emphasis.

"Who are 'we'?" I asked her I pulled the purple chips towards me and snagged the container of guacamole that she hadn't touched yet.

"The yaoi club?" she asked me. Again there was that sound in her voice as if I should have known that too.

"I know that there is a yaoi club, I just didn't know that you joined," I told her.

"I was a member before I met you," she told me.

"Fine," I said as I gave up. We weren't forever friends, just fast ones. "So maybe you can tell me what Matthew's friends meant about something being Alex's fault?" I asked her as I remembered where I heard Alex's name recently.

"Oh that. It was a few weeks into Alex's couple-hood with his boy Eddi. He was so short. It took us a while to get over the fact that he didn't end up with Keven after all. Anyway," she said when she realized that she had strayed from what she was suppose to be telling me. "From what you said and what we kinda knew, it seems that they were some of the guys that would pick on Eddi when he first got here. Keven seems to be a friend of Eddi and might have gotten him to met Alex through his system and in turn told him that Eddi was being picked on. The school as a whole seem to like Eddi, so most of us would stop the others guys when they were picking on him, but it all stopped one day. Alex must have had a talk with them or something. Maybe he had proof of something they did and blackmailed them into laying off Eddi," Kim wondered out loud.

"Maybe," I said. I felt so out of it. That is what happens when you move into the tenth grade, in a new school, in a new town.  "Grab the food," I told her as I took what I had into my bedroom. While I was in there I took my headphones from around my neck and placed them into their case that was on top of my tall dresser. Kim walked in as I was wrapping the cord around the base before leaving the room for my bag. When I walked back in she was looking at it.

"Do you want to use them before we start?" I asked her as I sat down on the floor and reached for the dip and chips again.

"Where did you get that picture from?" she asked me while I dipped into the green stuff. I looked up and saw her pointing back at the headphones, but I knew that she was talking about what was next to it.

"It was on the school's website. It's like two years old," I told her. She turned and looked back at the picture that I had of Matthew next to the headphones he had given me.

"So why do you want him to be your BF?" Kim asked as she sat down next to me with her chips and dips, that she placed between her legs on the floor.

"Besides the fact that he likes me?" I asked her.

"Yes, besides that," she countered. I shrugged my shoulders. I ate as I tried to come up with a way to tell her what I only felt.

"He apologized. I'm sure a lot of people would say that he took too long, but he had very good reasons," I said as I now defended him. "And now that I know that he never meant me any harm, I kinda see anything he did to me kinda differently now," I answered her.

"Just make sure that you really do like him, and not just want to like him when you talk to him next week," she told me as she pulled another chip from her bag.

"Unlike you, I promise not to jump him so hard he loses a shoe," I said with a wide grin on my face as I looked at her in my attempt to end this on a fun note.

"He didn't have all his clothes on yet, never mind shoes," she told again as she blushed all over.
Ok... see.. they are getting longer.

I forgot I did this so early in the story. I'm going to change what I was going to do in chapter 10.... but just a little. :)

So do you like how the story is going? :)

The Gift - Chapter FiveIt was all disjointed, but I still felt good. I felt horny high. First we were at the front of the bus. His hand was pressed into my back as I waited for the door to open. Then we were in the back of the bus as the driver went right by my stop. I was looking into Matthew's eyes as he raised his hand to my face. I closed my eyes and I felt his knuckles as he slid the back of his hand along my cheek.
When I opened my eyes again I was sitting and he was looking down at me and the bus was empty, but still moving. For some reason I wasn't afraid that we would crash or anything. Then I was standing again and we were back at the front of the bus. I don't know if I was waiting for the door to open, but everyone was there again. The bus driver, Betts, who always sat in the front seat, and Matthew's father who was sitting outside in his expensive car.
The only thing different was that I don't think anyone saw us. In fact on one else was moving or even breathing as far as I can tell other than

The Gift - Chapter OneMy newest story starts now.
This is a gay/yaoi story. So if you don't like, don't stay.
Please read my summery before leaving this page if you stuck around to read the chapter. :)
I walked into my last class feeling like it was the best day of my life. My birthday this year was just getting better and better. Before I use to hate having my birthday the week after exams. It was just in time for me to get all the bad news about how great I didn't do on most of my exams, and then to round it off, take my report card home for mom and dad to see, and sign, so I could take it back to my councilor who would place it in my permanent record.
But not this year. I had my friend Kim help me out. Over the phone, or in person, we did every piece of homework we were given and studied for every exam and quiz we didn't know we were getting. Some of the teachers try to be sneaky like that. I'm going to brag when I got home, I said to myself as I walked through the

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This is a slightly re-work of an older one I did. :)
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I meant to post this days ago.

Hope you like it. :)
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