DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters and I am not making anymoney of this story. You will have to give credit where credit is due and that means if you like the characters tell the guys who created snowboard kids.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
Another Authors Note: The book mentioned in this chapter 'Am I blue? Coming Out From The Silence.' is an acctual book. It is an awsome book for people interested in gay fiction (I'm guessing if you'r reading this story then you have at least SOME interest, even if it is just for your own fantasies). It Has 16 stories by 16 authors, it is edited by Marion Dane Bauer and published by HarperCollins Publishing. If you want to read it you can probably find it at your local library or book store.
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Now I know why Jam had been avoiding me, I am doing the same thing. I don't know if I am afraid he will be mad about the kiss or mad that I left in such a hurry. What I do know is that I won't be able to hadle it if he is mad at me. Every thing in my life is going wrong right now, and my emotional state isn't exactly to be trusted at the this time. Although I am trying to stay away from him, it didn't work for very long. Just as I had found him he found me. When he did I was at home alone, trying to deal with the mess my dad had made packing without cleaning the whole place from top to bottom. I was just getting out of the shower when the door bell rang. It took a minute for me to get decent so I figured who ever it was was probably gone already. I opened the door anyway and there he was.
"I knew you where home" was all he said. I just shrugged and stepped back to let him in. I noticed that he had a couple of books with him, that was not expected Jam doesn't really read very much.
"So what do you want?" I asked, I knew why he was here I just kinda wished I didn't. I followed him to the kitchen.
"We need to talk about what happened," he sat down one one of the kitchen bar stools.
"Um....ok," I was getting more nervouse by the second. He looked around the kitchen, obviously just noticing the mess.
"So you CAN survive in a disaster zone!" A long time joke with all of us kids in the town was the time Jam left me alone in his room for five minutes and came back to find that I had found the desk his parents where always talking about.
"Just barely" I shrug, "you want anything to drink?" I ask, he shakes his head. I get my self some coke and sit down facing him on a kitchen table chair. I notice that he doesn't seem as scared as I am, of course he's probably talked about this kinda stuff more than I have.
"Just so you know I am just a nervois as you are" he says, almost as if he is reading my mind.
"Yeah, well just don't get into my head again please," He gives me an odd look and laughs lightly, I follow suit. It feels good to laugh.
"This is probably not the best time for you to be dealing with this kinda stuff, with you parent spliting up and all." god he sounds like a the school counsillor,with whom I have spent WAY to much time talking to especially lately.
"I've delt with worse" I lie. He looks right at me.
"Lier," I shrug again.
"So what's to talk about, you kissed me, so I kissed you." The look in his eyes tells me that I am just trying to brush him off, but wright now I am not in the mood to get into details.
"I figured you'd feel like this," he put the books on the counter, "you like to read, so read these. They'll help." with that he gets up and starts out.
"Right," I eye the books wearly "and Jam?" he stops and looks at me "like I said can you please try and NOT read my mind for once." He smiles and leave. I walk over to the counter and pick up one of the books.
"Am I blue? Coming out from the silence" I read aloud to my self. I open it an skim through the introduction. It is a book of short stories, stories about kids dealing with being gay. I pick up the other book and head up to my room, I am not sure quite how to react but the books seem interesting at least. Laying down on my bed I open up to the first story and start to read.
Authors Note: Please don't flame me about anything, especially spell, usage and grammar. I am not to good with the mechanics of english. THANX!
Another Authors Note: The book mentioned in this chapter 'Am I blue? Coming Out From The Silence.' is an acctual book. It is an awsome book for people interested in gay fiction (I'm guessing if you'r reading this story then you have at least SOME interest, even if it is just for your own fantasies). It Has 16 stories by 16 authors, it is edited by Marion Dane Bauer and published by HarperCollins Publishing. If you want to read it you can probably find it at your local library or book store.
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Now I know why Jam had been avoiding me, I am doing the same thing. I don't know if I am afraid he will be mad about the kiss or mad that I left in such a hurry. What I do know is that I won't be able to hadle it if he is mad at me. Every thing in my life is going wrong right now, and my emotional state isn't exactly to be trusted at the this time. Although I am trying to stay away from him, it didn't work for very long. Just as I had found him he found me. When he did I was at home alone, trying to deal with the mess my dad had made packing without cleaning the whole place from top to bottom. I was just getting out of the shower when the door bell rang. It took a minute for me to get decent so I figured who ever it was was probably gone already. I opened the door anyway and there he was.
"I knew you where home" was all he said. I just shrugged and stepped back to let him in. I noticed that he had a couple of books with him, that was not expected Jam doesn't really read very much.
"So what do you want?" I asked, I knew why he was here I just kinda wished I didn't. I followed him to the kitchen.
"We need to talk about what happened," he sat down one one of the kitchen bar stools.
"Um....ok," I was getting more nervouse by the second. He looked around the kitchen, obviously just noticing the mess.
"So you CAN survive in a disaster zone!" A long time joke with all of us kids in the town was the time Jam left me alone in his room for five minutes and came back to find that I had found the desk his parents where always talking about.
"Just barely" I shrug, "you want anything to drink?" I ask, he shakes his head. I get my self some coke and sit down facing him on a kitchen table chair. I notice that he doesn't seem as scared as I am, of course he's probably talked about this kinda stuff more than I have.
"Just so you know I am just a nervois as you are" he says, almost as if he is reading my mind.
"Yeah, well just don't get into my head again please," He gives me an odd look and laughs lightly, I follow suit. It feels good to laugh.
"This is probably not the best time for you to be dealing with this kinda stuff, with you parent spliting up and all." god he sounds like a the school counsillor,with whom I have spent WAY to much time talking to especially lately.
"I've delt with worse" I lie. He looks right at me.
"Lier," I shrug again.
"So what's to talk about, you kissed me, so I kissed you." The look in his eyes tells me that I am just trying to brush him off, but wright now I am not in the mood to get into details.
"I figured you'd feel like this," he put the books on the counter, "you like to read, so read these. They'll help." with that he gets up and starts out.
"Right," I eye the books wearly "and Jam?" he stops and looks at me "like I said can you please try and NOT read my mind for once." He smiles and leave. I walk over to the counter and pick up one of the books.
"Am I blue? Coming out from the silence" I read aloud to my self. I open it an skim through the introduction. It is a book of short stories, stories about kids dealing with being gay. I pick up the other book and head up to my room, I am not sure quite how to react but the books seem interesting at least. Laying down on my bed I open up to the first story and start to read.