~Chapter One:~

(A day ago)

*Hmm. What's in this package? It's a bit big. Oh, there's a letter. Stupid of me. It's "To a Mr. Christian Royce. Mister? Christian?*

And she started reading.

Hopkins Academy for Boys

Principal: Mr. Felix A. Werner
Chairman: Mr. Aaron R. Stanton

Dear Mr. Christian Royce,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hopkins Academy for Boys as a freshman for the incoming school year. Your grades have been processed through the administration and we have found it exceptionally pleasing. We would like to notify you that Hopkins would not disappoint in giving you the challenges in academics as well as sports that young boys, your age, constantly yearn for. Also, we would like to tell you that you are the top examinee for this year and hope that you would not dissatisfy the school board in your future studies. As for being the best, we would be partial to giving you the full scholarship that you have applied for.

The residence halls will accept dormers beginning August 20, 2004. Freshmen are assigned roommates for the school year and are not allowed to choose until Second Year. The fee for the dormitory is $5 per month. There will be deductions for the living fees depending on your performance in school. Stipends will also be given out to scholarship students with a minimum of $150 per month. The stipends allowance will be raised, again, depending on your school performance.

School will start on September 1, 2004. Uniforms and books will be sent via mail or could be received upon registering.

Sincerely Yours,
Mrs. Martha J. Brown
School Administrator

*What the hell?! Oh God, there's another one.*

Dear Mr. Christian Royce,

Enclosed are the grades which you have received in the written exams.

Basic Mathematics.................97%
Basic Science....................95%
Basic English and Composition............99%


Mrs. Helen B. Bottom
Asst. Scool Administrator

*Shit!! Shit!! Shit!!I thought exams through the internet are just a joke! Why did I listen to Brandy?!*


Chris picked up the phone and started dialing. *Why oh why did I have to say "yes?!" Sarcasm isn't always the best way to answer a stupid question! Sheesh, I'm gonna kill her!*

Ring. "Hello? Boys dormitory."

"Hello, may I please speak with, um, Randy O'Conell? Um. Please?"

"May I know who's on the line?"

"Mr. Jacobs, it's Chris," she said flatly.

"Ah, yes, young Christian!" said the dorm manager. "I heard you're going to be an incoming freshman this year. Congratulations!"

Chris sighed.

"Thank you, Mr. Jacobs," she said through gritted teeth. *I AM GOING TO KILL HER!!*

She then heard a click. *Finally.*

"Hi! Chris-topher! Miss me already? I just left a day and you're already calling me?" drawled "Randy."

"Grr. I got the acceptance letter. Why the hell would you do that to me?!" Chris shouted through the phone.


*I'm hating you more and more, BRANDY!!*

"Brandy!!" she cried.

"All right, all right. I won't laugh anymore. But seriously, Chris, you were the one who said, yes."

"But Brandy! You know I was just kidding. I was being sarcastic!" explained Chris.

"Shh. Remember my name. My roomate's still awake. Anyways, I thought that it would be fun. Besides, it's a really, really good school. You saw the brochure."

"I know. Don't get me wrong. I'd like to be in the same school as you are, but for God's sake, RANDY, it's an all boys school!"

"Don't worry about it. No one's gonna know. Remember, my sister's the school doctor. And hello? You got in on a scholarship basis. That's hard to do babe."

Then Chris's tone of voice changed. She was always pleased when somebody says she's smart.

"Well, you know, it wasn't THAT hard to do." she giggled.

"Chris! Remember what I said about pride and arrogance?" scolded the now seemingly older, and more sisterly Brandy.

"Oh, right. Anyways, I just wanted to tell you that if this doesn't work out, it's your head, not mine," warned Chris.

"I understand. Um, hey, Chris, I have to go now. Lights out at 10 pm."

"Okay, g'night! See 'ya sweetie!"

"Bye, honey!" greeted Brandy, back.

*Whew! That was close. I thought that she was going to blow her top off!!*

"Hey, Randy. Who was that on the phone?" asked Brandy's roommate.

"Oh, it's just Chris. You remember him, right?"

"Chris? Isn't that your girlfriend?"

"Eric! I'm gay. And Chris isn't my girlfriend. He's my best friend. Oh, and he's gay, too." replied Brandy.

"Great! Another fag." whispered Eric not too discreetly.

"I heard that, Eric! And I know that you like me." said Brandy while walking towards Eric.

"No, no, no! Randy. I'm warning you. I'm not like you guys."

"Aaaww. Wittle Eric is afraid of a little hug." taunted Brandy.

"All right, fine! But this is the very last time! Ugh!"

And so, Randy gave an excruciating bear hug to the somewhat alarmed, Eric.

"There you go! Anyway, I wanted to tell you that Chris's coming to Hopkins. Can you imagine that? My best friend, The Freshie!"

"Oh, yippie!"

"I'm glad you're happy about it," smiled Brandy.

"If you didn't hear, there was a tinge of sarcasm there. And when I say, tinge, that's sarcasm, too."


*I know I keep telling Randy that I'm straight, but when he's in the same room, it's like I'm not. I DON'T LIKE HIM! I DON'T LIKE HIM! I AM NOT GAY! I AM NOT GAY! But oh God! I love. No, no. Just like the hugs. I'll admit that much. He gives great hugs and he's so seductive. No, no! He's not! I AM STRAIHT! Ugh. At least his boy toy's coming to school. That would divert his attention. Hopefully. But not that much... Hopefully*

"So, what are you doing, Eric?" asked Randy with that very feminine voice of his.

*Not feminine!!*


Eric didn't want to talk anymore. Hearing Randy's voice always gave him shivers. Not that the shivers were bad, they were just, wrong.

"Oh, okay. G'night then."

"Same to you."

"Remember, lights out at 10, babe!" winked Randy as he entered into his room.

*Oh why did the guy have to look like a girl? Maybe it's an Irish thing. Genes. His face is so beautiful. Ahh!! Shut up! He CAN'T be beautiful! Okay, really feminine/ handsome/pretty features. Lets count. He's got the greenest eyes that I've ever seen. His supposedly messy hair that should always look like a mop because it's red is unnaturally calm and wavy. Veeeeery Preeeety. Sigh. Wait! Stop! Nope. Can't stop. His lips are thin but so moist and so kissable. Maybe it's all that gloss he wears. Gay guys. Hmm. What else? Oh yeah, his eyes.*

And that was how Eric slept through the night, dreaming about Randy/Brandy.


Hey!! Please review. ( Even if you don't like it, please review. I beg of you!!! I accept flames, but make it constructive criticism, not Simon Cowell style. (if you don't watch American Idol, then let me just tell you that he's an ass****)

Okay, if there's any confusion, this , means THINKING; this , means SAYING.

Oh, if you're wondering about how Chris got into school via Internet, there's a timer in the computer program and an account number is given to entrance students after getting a form in the middle of the shool year.