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(1)Usually there are a lot of people by the pools, but I made an exception for the sake of the story. I do that a lot in here. Well, I HAD to make it all cute and fluffy, DERR!
You know the dealy.
"Talking, bitch."
((Thinking, bitch.))
Ever had one of those days when you just KNOW something bad is going to happen? Hi, my name is Ted Vasquez and, today, I just found out I'm gay. Well, I guess I'm not gay per SE, I'm just in love with a guy. And not just any ol' guy either. My best friend. My totally straight, popular, cool, jock, funny and totally amazing best freind Mark Sky. Yeah, my life suckeths. BIG time. I always thought I liked girls. Sure, I never had a girlfriend but I LOOKED at them. And then this happened.
I had always admired him, I suppose. Tall, confident, good-looking, muscular, short shaggy ruffled messy black hair, and his eyes. God, those eyes. A burning electric blue. Like cold fire. Like a glacier caught in the sunlight. Those eyes... He was the kind of guy every dude wants to be and every girl wants to do. He was a role-model for me, but I guess I only realized it was...like THAT today. I just came back from summer vacay. We -meaning my parents and me, I'm an only child- had gone to my cousin Ervin's house in Cali. It was lots of fun. Ervin's a cool guy. Anyway, I had TALKED to Mark over the summer, but I hadn't seen him. Not-a-once. You know, I wonder if I would have noticed the differnce if I had seen it happening. It's like going to an old house after years of not seeing it. You've seen it before, but it looks different now. Even if it really isn't. I was shocked when I saw Mark. When I left he had pimples, and braces, and he was only slightly built, and then I came back and...wow. I felt sort of embarrased to be seen with him. Not because he looked bad, definately not, but standing next to him made me feel plain and ugly. And tiny. Which I am, I guess. With my short, fluffy brown hair and lame, girl-ish hazel eyes. Bleh. Sigh. I guess I should explain how 'it' happened. It's a long story so you'd better get comfortable. Might want to get some snacks, too. It wasn't very long after I got home from my visit, actually.
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YESSSSS!!" I flopped onto my bed, "Ah, feels good to be home." I stuffed my smiling face into my Digimon pillow. Yes, Digimon. Can a guy have a fandom? "God, I missed you," I whispered to my rather punk-ish looking room.
"Teeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!!" ...Sigh.
"Yes, mom?"
"Come down here!"
"I can't! I'm dying!"
"Cool! Wait, before you go, tell me where you put your iPOD!" Such a loving and caring mother I have. Cry tears of joy and happiness for me. Urg. I slowly crawled out of my bed, across the room, down the hallway, and promtly fell down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Nice job, loser," my mom stood up from the table, where she was seated in front of a laptop, and came to lift me up. Hearing such praise from her fills my heart with joy.
"Wow. Greatest mom EVAR," Ah, sarcasm. What greater a taste on thy lips?
"Why thank you, my lovely son!" she grinned. She can be so...young. I mean, really. I act more mature than her. Well, sometimes.
"Whatever," I sighed and ran a hand through my afore-metioned hated hair, "Whadja call me down here for?"
"Well...I'm lonely," she pouted. I gave her a look. The one that promises death to many of her flowers. "Oh, alright," she waved her hand at me laughing, "Marco's in teh livings room," she said and sat back in her chair. Shes always called Mark Marco. We never did find out why.
"Really?" I asked, excited. He is my best friend, after all.
"No. Not really," she huffed and rolled her eyes, "Begone child. By the way, dearest Vinnie" -that's my dad- "is gonna be home late. Mmkaaaaaaaaaay?!"
"Uh-huh. Yeah, gotcha," I raced into the living room.
"Hey there Teddy," Mark had said, cooly. My jaw dropped.
"M-Mark?! What the heck happened to you?!"
"What?" He looked down at all 7'1 feet of him.
"You're- you're--"
"Completely and utterless sexilicious, I know," he grinned.
"You're HUGE!!"
"Spread the word," he laughed, "But look at you! You're-"
"Short? Pale? Scrawny?"
"I was gonna say girly but those work, too."
"Shut it, you," I glared as he laughed again. Most beautiful sound EVER, by the way.
"So. Can I get a man-hug?"
"Yeah, yeah...," I grumbled. Now THIS is when I figured something was wrong because the SECOND I was in his arms everything felt entirely too...right. Uhm, WRONNGG!! I had jumped back as if he kicked me in the stomach. "Uhm..yeahhhh," I knew I was blushing. He gave me a weird look.
"You okay man?"
"Y-yeah. Perfect." And that wasn't even the WORST part of my stupid frickn' epiphany. It gets worse. "So...um," I rubbed arm.
"Kid," he laughed and ruffled my hair, "why are so nervous."
"'Cause your FACE!!" I stuck out my tongue. He pulled me into a head-lock and drgged me to the couch, faling onto it.
"Com'ere squirt!"
"Agh! Mark! Stop! Arrrgghhh!!" He was laughing again and I managed to sqeeze out of his grasp, growling. I slid over to the other side of the couch, a firm pout on my face.
"You suck."
"You blow." Ewwwww. One thing about me you should know: I can't handle vulgarity or perverted-ness of any kind like normal teengers.
"Mark!!" I blushed. He laughed.
"God, you are WAY too innocent to be a teenage boy."
"Yeah, and you're way too stupid to be in above-grade classes," I pointed out, grinning. Which was a lie. Mark had been sure to work extra hard to be in above grade classes so he could have classes with me. I'd been in T4 since 6th grade. He'd been since tenth, the year after I met him. But back to the story. Mark kicked me in in the leg. "Ouch!"
"Haha, I'm smart enough to kick your sorry ass!" We both laughed.
"Aha, aha, ha. I bet you though that was clever," I laughed. The happy expression on my face disappeared when his cell rang. He sighed and dug it out of his pocket. He flipped it open, looked at the number, and then looked at me with a 'I'm soooo sorry but I have to take this' look. I sighed and waved my hand, "Answer your stupid cellular device, gosh."
"Thanks," he sighed again and pressed talk, lifting the phone to his ear, "What man?...Okay, and?...I'm kinda busy...None of your fucking business, dousche!...Heh, yeah, haha...I dunno...He's not real in to socializing...Watch it, bro!...Fine, I guess. I'll try, but no promises." He hung up and I rose a brow.
"I can assume somewhere in that conversation you were talking about me." He scratced the back of his head and chuckled.
"Yep. Ahh, a friend wants me to go to this party," I opened my mouth to speak but before I could he cut me off, "and before you say anything, I think you should give it a shot." It really sucked having a popular freind. While it was good for him, it wasn't too good for me.
"What?! HELL NO! AND YOU BETTER NOT GO EITHER!! I FORBID YOU!!" Okay, so that's not EXACTLY what I said. It was more along the lines of, "Nah, you go ahead," complete with pitifully unconvincing smile that looked and felt like it could desolve if breathed on too hard.
"You don't seriously think I'd go without you, right? I mean, come on! This is the first day we've seen each other in months, man! MONTHS!!"
"Mark it's okay. I CAN survive one day alone with my mother." That's a lie. I'd be a mutant by the time he came back. Which would have to be the next day, seeing as parties last to 3 am. Having the most popular guy in school for a best freind didn't instantly make me popular. Just promised me a bully-free life. Which was good, consdering how I lived before I met Mark in the 9th by accident.
"C'mon Teddy! You need to start socializing anyway. You hardly talk to anyone but me and Alex anyway!" More on Alex later.
"Mark, no I can't--"
"Ted."
"But I don't--"
"Ted!"
"But what if they--"
"TED!"
"ALRIGHT! Alright. Fine. Whatever, okay? Happy now?"
"Yeeep. Very. Now go upstairs and get dressed."
"Why can't I wear what I'm wearing now?"
"...You're wearing sweats."
"Touche."
"Come on," he grabbed my arm -which made me feel all squishy inside, though I didn't know why- and hauled me off the couch. "Lord knows you'll need help finding something to wear." He pushed me in front of him, letting my arm go. "Now go! Gooo!"
"I'm going, GOSH!"
"Good. Looks like I'm gonna have to find you something to wear."
"Oh no..." So about 20 minutes later and I'm dressed. Basically just wearing jeans, some clean white and black nikes my mom got me, and a Guns and Roses T-shirt.
"Just letting you know, you seriously need to do some shopping. Your closets lame, but I think this'll work."
"Why can't I just go dressed like ME?"
"Because tonight you're going to your first party!"
"I party," I pouted.
"Fine, fine," he rolled his eyes. You know, I really don't think he beleived that. "Tonight you're going to your first BIG BOY party."
"Shut it, Sky." He hates it when I call him that. It makes him feel "unmasculine". Whatever.
"Just get your girly ass in the car, Vasquez."
"Okay, okay! Geez, no need for course language. And my arse is NOT girly. If it was you'd be after it 24:7 you man-whore." I said and dashed out the door just before he threw my Digimon pillow at me. What's so sad about this moment? Absolutely nothing. 'IT' happens at the party.
"Alright. We here." Mark announed happily as he parked along the curb of some GINORMOUS house.
"Oh joy," I gulped. "Mark maybe I should just go home..."
"Oh, come on. You might actually meet a GIRL," he grinned and I blushed.
"Shut UP, Mark Sky."
"Just go." He pushed me lightly. I took a deep breath and opened the door. Which was actually a lot easier than I'd originally thought it to be.
"Now walk to the front door," Mark looked at me with an amused expression. I shook my head frantically biting my lip.
"I don't wanna," I mumbed, wringing my hands together.
"...You really are to cute to be a guy..." he grimaced. I don't really know WHY he was making that face.
"Mark, not helping."
"Yeah, yeah," he grabbed my arm and shoved me through the door. ((Oh crap,)) I had thought, ((this is it!))
"Yo Mark!"
"Mark, heeeyyy! What's kickin'!"
"Man, Mark, what up Dawg."
"Mark, " I shouted gently over the noise, poking him. I did the shifty eyes, "There are gangsters about." He chuckled and continued walking, weaving through the crowd like a social butterfly.
"Yo Mark. Who's the flat-chested chick?" I didn't know the guy who said that, but I felt my face flame up just the same. I was repeating a mantra in my head. ((PLEASE LET MARK IGNORE IT, PLEASE LET MARK IGONRE IT, PLEASE LET MARK IG--))
"He isn't a chick. This is my best friend. Ted." Mark was glaring at him. Gosh, it's like having my own personal attack dog. Tee hee.
"Oh man, I'm sorry," he nodded to me. "Does he...have..."The Gay"?" I heard him trying to quietly scream into Mark's ear.
"What? No, man! Get outta here!" Mark smacked him over the head and shoved him away. He turned to me, rubbing the back of head which I have come to know as a gesture of nervousness. "Uhm, sorry 'bout that."
"Yeah," I could tell I was still blushing. ((I don't think I look all that girly...))
"Well," he grinned, "I'm starving. C'mon! They have pizza!!" I felt really selfish. I was the only reason he went to eat instead of actually doing the party gig. He just didn't want to leave me alone. We hung out a little and ate pizza. He dropped his on the floor and went all emo. Pouting and what-not. Heh. It was cute. Then Dan came over. Stupid Dan used to bully me way back in middle school. I didn't tell Mark, though. I don't want to cause unnecessary confrontations.
"Yo Mark!! Ted." Dan said, subtly sneering at me. Psh, jerk.
"Dan! Sup!" They did that cool handshake thing kids do nowadays.
"Nuttin. Yo man, there're some twins over there," he said, grinning lecherously, "Let's go have some fun." I really don't see what the big deal about twins is. I mean, honestly.
"I don't know..." Mark's eyes drifted to me. Dan scoffed.
"He'll be fine. He's a big boy, he can handle himself. Right Ted?" he grinned at me. He was mocking me, I know it.
"Yeah," I smiled at Mark, "go ahead." It hurt my chest to think of him leaving me for twins but, at the time, I thought I was jealous of him and not the twins.
"You sure?" he asked. Hell no I wasn't!!
"Derrrr," I grinned. 'Derr' is something I always say. Usually it means 'duh' but...some funny situations in the past have...somewhat altered it's meaning.
"Sweet." Dan swung an arm around Mark's shoulder, "Let's go." I waved to Mark as he was dragged off. When he was out of sight I collasped in a chair and sighed, blocking out the world. And then I suddenly found myself with a face full of floor.
"Nyaaa! TEEDD!! Hows my favorite teddy bear??" Ahhh, Alex. Alexandria Ortiz. She's a completely different species than the rest of us. She's athletic, hyper, smart, flirty, weird, crazy, unusual and happy. Very very happy.
She's also walking to porn.
Well, according to Mark and all the other guys. She's salvadorian. Well, to be completely techinical about it, she's half mexican, hald salvadorian. But she takes after her salvadorian father. Chocolate eyes, smooth tan skin, tall and she has EXTREMELY long and wavy brown hair. Call her the Spanish Repunzel. Hmm, Mark is the only one who isn't hispanic that I'm close to. Well, to be fair, I don't have many freinds anyway, but still. Mark is caucasian. We make fun of him a lot. Which isn't nice. Anyway, Alex was squishing me.
"Oi, Alex. Get OFF!"
"Nuuuu!" She squealed and squeezed me tighter. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? Pinche cabrone!" She likes to randomly speak spanish that way.
"That's because," I pushed her off and sat up, "I wasn't."
"Oh. So, then...Why the hell are you here?! OH MY JOSH I MISSED YOU THIS SUMMER!!" She glomped me again. I groaned, people were starting to look.
"For your info," I got up and sat back on the chair, "Mark put a gun to my head and said if I didn't come he would kill me and take my first born."
"A likely story Mr. Vasquez!" She pointed her finger at me, all dramatic-like. "BUT!! if this so-called Mark person threatened you to come, then where is he now, suspect?"
"Twins."
"Oh. Well, then...What a sex fiend."
"Yeah," thinking about it made my stomach feel ill.
"So what're you gonna do now, homeskillet?" She says stuff like that sometimes. It just happens.
"I dunno. Sit here, I guess." I shrugged.
"No!"
"Yes."
"Oh, say it isn't so!"
"It's true."
"NO!"
"Yes."
"I...feel faint!!" She threw her hand across her forehead and gasped. ((Oh, gee, come off it, Alex,)) I thought giggling. Yes, giggling. It's a nasy habit of mine. "Well," she said, coming out of her fainting spell, "You should come hang with me and my gangster friends!"
"Ah, no. You go ahead."
"Nuuuu! I refuse!"
"Go or I'll tell the whole school the 'squished banana' story." I smirked as she glared.
"You wouldn't."
"Well, this is a party. And well, news travels fast..."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Try me. 5...4...3..."
"Adios!!" She kissed my cheek. "Lub ya, BYEEE!!" she ran off and I was, once again, left all by my lonesome. I would have loved to go with her. Really, I would. But I probably would have ruined it for her. I'm kind of anti-social. I just--I get nervous, I guess. Whatever. I sighed. I'd known coming here was a mistake. I walked over the door. Getting shoved around and bumped into, while simultaneously mumbling apologies and making slow progress toward the exit. When I finally got there, I turned back. Mark and Dan((Bleh.)) were sitting on the couch, one twin straddling each of them.
((Stupid hookers..)) I had thought, ignoring the insistant pang in my chest. Naturally I thought I was jealous of Mark. Not the girls ON him. Still, I had sighed and trudged my sorry self out of the door. I was going to go sit in the car, but I must have gotten the house mixed up because I found myself in the backyard instead of the front. I walked over to whoever this house is 's pool and sat down at the edge. I was really surprised no one was back there(1), but I shrugged and took the blessing for what it was.
"Argghh," I groaned and shrugged off my shoes and socks. I rolled up my jeans and dipped my feet in the water. I must've sat there for a good fifteen minutes before I heard the footsteps behind me.
"Teddy? What the hell are you doing out here, kid?" I hear Mark's shoes slip off and him rolling up his jeans, "The partys inside," he said, slapping his feet into the water.
"So why aren't you in there?" I chose to ignore my bleeding heart. "Twins," I said, waggling my eyebrows. He smirked.
"Like you'd even know what to do, Virgin Boy."
"Ah, geez Mark!" I looked around, "People will HEAR you!" So I had never gotten any action. Big flying deal. I hit him on the head.
"Alright, alright," he snickered. We sat in silence as the party started to thin out.
"So...what happened with the twins?"
"Chea, ditched 'em."
"Ehm, why?"
"'Cause I figured you were so loooooooooooooneleehhhhh without me."
"Psh, please. Don't kid yourself."
"Psh, whatever. You know you missed me!"
"Yeah, I missed Pancho-The Flying Underwear more."
"That so?" he smirked, tackling me.
"Ack! Mark!" We rolled around on the ground a little. Him tickling me and putting me in headlocks before we finally just laid there on the ground.
"Sighh, alright kid. C'mon. Lemme take your pretty ass home."
"I am NOT pretty!!"
"S'not what Justin thinks," he grinned.
"Who's Justin?"
"That guy that thought you were a girl. He said that, quote unquote, if he didn't know better, he'd think you were a pretty hot chick. Insert us laughing hysterically here," Mark laughed as I growled at him.
"Shut up, Mark," I mumbled. We both sat up. We were almost the only people left by this time. I looked up at the sky.
"You know, I'm gonna be leaving tommorow."
"EHHHHHH??"
"Yeah," Mark sighed, "My mom and Dad agreed that I was gonna go to his place the last week of summer."
"...Well that's dumb."
"Haha, yeah," he threw an arm over my shoulder. It was a 'buddy-buddy' arm but I still just about melted. He was looking straight into my eyes and saying something, but I couldn't hear. I just kept leaning closer and closer.
"Mark..." I whispered, moving closer still.
"Uhhh, Ted?" And that's when I finally snapped out of whatever daze I was in. ((Holy CRAP!!)) I had thought, ((I was about to KISS Mark!!)) Startled, I lept out of his embrace. "Ted? What's wrong? Are you alright? You look a little pale..." Real funny coming from you. Oops! Another one of those not-too-nice racial slurs.
"Oh, um...Yeah. I-I'm...I'm fine." I stuttered, wringing my hands. He looked like he didn't beleive me.
"Alright," he grunted and hauled us both onto our feet. "Let's get you home, kid."
We went home in silence. We both had a lot to think about. Him, his divorce parents and his alcoholic father, Me, and my gayness. I don't even think we said goodbye. Although, I do remember giving him a parting smile. And so here I am. Sitting of my bed, clutching a Garurumon plushie, one week before senior year. Hopelessly and impossibly in love with my perfect and utter hetero best freind Mark.
Urgh.
Yes, I comprede that most of this stuff is unrealistic. Go shove a bottle cap up your anus. I don't think I've ever been flamed before. Go for it.
Alright, so, it's up for vote. Should the next chapter be in Ted's point of view? Or Mark's??
POV VOTES! I, personally, think it'd be oodles of fun to do Mark ((snort)) haha. DO Mark. Get it? Haha. ANYWAYS, but it's up to you caca-faces. SO VOTEEEEEE!!
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