Hey, I'm here to bother you once more!
Submitted by BLues. on November 01 1999 at 14:39:52
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Just wanted to come in here and ephisis the "boylove" in "christian boylove forum". Well, since I dont have any stories to tell about tonight, I will bore you with an old one. It was about 6 years ago. If anyone has read my posts on CBLF they probably have heard/seen me mention Michael. Well, I wont go into details about him, only to say that he was 12, my best friend in the whole wide stinking world, he loved me, i loved him, and his mother got in the way and knocked me right out of his life...forever. Anyway... I wanted to see him again. It was Halloween. I knew a girl that knew his mother and this girl liked me so (i sorta used her to get me some info!) :o) She found out where Michael would be trick or treating and told me. I had a plan! :o) I hopped it was a good one. (hoped) Anyway, I visited the local costume store in town. Rented a big ole' pink bunny suit! God, it was awful! Hideous looking! But, it was a fool proof disguise so I didnt mind. Me being a fool and all. So, I parked my car at a store near the (ritzy) houses that Michael would be hitting up for some sweets. This girl told me that he would be dressed like a vampire but it didnt matter. I could spot him in any crowd with ease. It wasnt long before I saw his cute little self being dropped off by his wicked wench of a mother! My big chance! Him and his buds started knocking. Door to door they went as I casually got into character. Skipping down the sidewalk towards them was so scary. I was scared of Michael. Well, just one detail, you need this one. Okay, Michael told me one night that he was going to tell his mother that he was gay and he was in love with me. I really did urge him not too, but, the boy was stubborn. He thought she would understand, and, up until this point I would have agreed, she seemed like a really cool lady. He just knew that she would be okay with it and me and him could start...well, you know. Again, like most in similar situations, it was him who took the lead in all this. I just sorta hung on, albiet, blissfully hung on! So, the next day I came over to his house after work and no Michael. So, I went into his room to wait for him to get home from wherever. A friend of his came in and gave me a letter. His mother had written me a letter that said Michael had told her he never wanted to see me again! I want this to be a short version so...I ended up in the driveway talking to a friend who knew the details and up the driveway comes Micheal in his grandmothers car. He got out and looked at me. I was crying. He looked at me so genuinely and asked "are you okay, whats wrong?" Then, his mother called him into the house, I got in my car and left and that was it! Now, there are many other reasons that I believe this letter to be nothing more than his mothers bitterness and wickedness but I'll save those for another time. Up to this point, skipping down the sidewalk in my hideous pink bunny suit, I still didnt know for sure how he felt, so, I was scared! I finally caught up with them, they were all laughing at me, i was shaking hands, dancing around, acting like a bunny mime (I of course couldnt talk). I grabbed both of Michaels hands and started dancing around. It was wonderful. I hadnt gotten to see let alone touch him in months. He had this strange look in his eye like he knew exactly who I was. While all of the other friends got a kick out of it, he just looked, I may have seen a tear, or it could have be my own, I dunno. Anyway, they soon grew tired of the pink bunny without vocal chords and left. I just stood there. Waiting for Michael to turn around. Just before rounding the corner of the block he did. He looked just a little too long to not know. Confirmation for me was when he lifted his beautiful little hand to wave. I just couldnt control myself from jumping up and down with both hands waving like he was about to rescue me from some deserted island. And he did. He never failed me. Never. Even on a night of tricks. He threw me a treat. One that in my memory I'll always treasure. BLues. (s o many Michael memories, so little time) (hi chris!) |