When I look into your eyes

Chapter 2

When I arrived at home my mom greeted me with her usual overly loving welcome. Ever since the rest of the human race abandoned me, my family decided that I needed 'emotional support.' Little did they know, that just by being there with me, Jamie had given me all the support they had given me over three year in a matter of hours. I really, really, like Jamie. Apart from being undeniably hot, he's sweet, generous, and pretty much perfect.

"Andy?" my mom asked, thus interrupting my musing. Damn I wish people would stop doing that. "I asked you how your day went."

Great, she obviously expects an answer. Well if she wants one, I'll just have to give her one.

"A new guy came to school today." I told her hoping to hell that she wouldn't go into one her girl-chat modes. God, people seem to think that just because I'm gay I'm female or something.

"Well? Aren't you going to tell me anything about this boy?"

I decided playing along would be easier than getting grounded.

"His name is Jamie, he's my age, my grade, and really, really, cute." I rushed to get out.

"Isn't that cute?" mom giggled. "My little boy has a crush!"

She was humoring me. She's just playing along with my little 'fantasy' that I'm gay. I want to tell her Jamie's more than some childhood crush, much more. But I can't help but wonder, what will happen if I told her? Or more importantly, what will happen if I don't? I need time to think. I need to talk to Jamie. Even after such a short amount of time I feel like I could tell him anything. Not only could I, but I want to. But how should I get a hold of him? That's when it hit me, that phone! Then another vital part of my plan smacked me in the face; I didn't have his number. God damnit! Isn't this just so my luck?

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As time progressed so did my relationship with Jamie. Before I knew it the end of our junior year was almost upon us. I never thought I'd actually dread summer break, and yet here I it was, coming faster than a D.S.L. Internet connection. As soon as the senior graduation, which we were required to attend, ended Jamie would be heading off to London for an internship he had accepted. I would, thus, not see my darling Jamie for two whole months!

So here I was. I had less than two weeks to write and proclaim this feeling that I simple 'I love you' could never describe. I had two weeks to express my heart and soul. Two weeks to end this tragic life of mine. I say this because I would either be reborn into a new world of love and compassion or I would kill myself.

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Graduation came all too soon. That morning in homeroom Jamie met me in our usual desks.

"Jamie, there's something I need to tell you." I said softly, not having the slightest idea of what to say.

"What is is?' he asked gently, sitting down and devoting all his attention to me. I'm really not sure if this comforted me or made me even more nervous.

"Well, I think I love you. No wait! I don't think, I know! I love you with every fiber in my being. And I never want to be alone again." I felt my eyes watering up and tried my best to blink the damned tears back, but they wouldn't stay still!

Jamie watched in horror as I completely broke down. He searched franticly for something to mop up my overly abundant tears. Finally he gave up on the tissue theory and gently embraced me, allowing me to bury my face in his shirt.

"I love you too." He whispered in my ear. "God damn me for not telling you sooner."

Then the loud speaker broke our tender and tranquil moment, announcing that a mysterious flue had broken out between the teacher and that we should go home, except for the seniors.

Jamie grinned and grabbed my hand dragging me out to his car, a black metal flake convertably mustang. He then proceeded to drive me to the local Wal-Mart.

"What are we doing here?" I asked him as he parked the car.

Pulling into a space he turned to face me.

"Andy, I don't want anyone else to get their filthy hands on you while I'm gone."

I nodded to show I understood. I felt my heart speeding up and an over all feeling of excitement came over me.

"So I'm going to ask you this now." He took a deep breath. "Andrew Millers, will you marry me?"

"Holy shit! When?" I think it's needless to say that I was a little surprised. Well, I mean, here you are about to finish your junior year and your only friend proposes to you. You'd be a little shocked too…trust me.

Jamie shook with silent laughter. I thought about being indignant, but decided it would be better to stick with shocked.

"Not until after our senior graduation." He explained. "What we're here for is to get you a ring."

I was so happy at the prospect of not only having a boyfriend but a fiancée as well that I neglected one very important detail, my mom.

And it wasn't until after I had Jamie's ring on my finger and was sitting in his car again that I remembered her.

"Oh shit." I muttered softly.

"What’s wrong?" Jamie asked me gently.

"My mom." I replied flatly. "She's never met you."

"Don't worry." He answered my laps in sanity. "I can charm my way into anyone's heart."

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Jamie took me home after that so that he could meet my mom and ask for her permission to marry me.

"Er…mom?" I began, stepping into our small house. "Come out here and meet my friend, will ya?"

My mom did indeed meet Jamie. In fact they got along very well, until Jamie brought up the subject of discussion he had come to my house to talk about, marriage. Let's just say that 'mom temporally lost her liking for diet Coke.' Or if you prefer, this prospect didn't go over too well with her.

I had been waiting in the kitchen, praying everything would go well when I heard this spraying noise and Jamie shout 'Oh god!' He then proceeded to run into the kitchen asking where the paper towels were. After suggesting that it just might work better if I were actually present, and paper towels in hand, I followed Jamie back to the living room.

"M-marriage?" mom spluttered. "Sweaty, there are ways to to help you get over you…uh…homosexuality."

I felt anger more vivid than anything before. Mom, my own mother, didn't want me to be with Jamie. She considered my homosexuality an illness, rather than a form of love. So much for the Oh-how-cute-my-little-boy-has-a-crush attitude she had earlier this year.

"No…" I muttered, backing away I grasped Jamie's hand in an act of protection, although whose protection I'm still a little iffy about. "No. I'm going to marry Jamie and there's not a thing you, or anyone else for that matter, can do to stop me."

My grip on Jamie's wrist tightened, ever so slightly, as I began to drag him towards the door.

"Where are we going?" he asked me in the cutest bewildered voice I've ever heard.

"We're going to elope." I replied in the most gentle voice I could manage, although it ended up sounding rather annoyed, I hope he didn't mistake that annoyance directed towards him.

"What happened to waiting until after we graduate?" he wanted to know.

"Screw it."