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AN: I've got a VERY shocking surprise for you in this chapter! And you better be friggin shocked, cuz it took me forever to come up with the ending of this stupid chapter! k, well, for once, i'm gonna keep the author's note short...REVIEW, PLZ!

Chapter 10: My First

Ryan's P.O.V.

This is crazy! I had a dream that Troy and I made love to each other. Then, I called him, he came over, and we made love to each other...twice! It was amazing! I've always heard that your first time hurts and it's not very good, but this was PERFECT! I've never felt anything so wonderful in my life! I guess that part of what made it so amazing is that we waited until we were in love to have sex. I'm glad, because the wait was worth it. I wonder if I was Troy's first...? I know I'm the first guy he's ever made love to, but I wonder if he ever made love to any girls before he turned gay. I'll ask him the next time I see him, but now, I'm going to bed.

Troy's P.O.V.

I can't even believe all that just happened! It was too perfect! My first time wasn't too great. I had sex with Gabriella once, but we were both drunk. It was at the after party of the premier of Twinkle Town last year. The celebration got out of hand. I regret it to this day. After it happened, I decided to never have sex again until I was in love. Then, I had that sex dream about Ryan, and on the same day, we actually did have sex! Well, we didn't have sex...we made love. I am so cliche...

Ryan didn't call me on Sunday. I guess we were both so shocked and we needed a break for the day. But I couldn't wait to see him at school on Monday! I went to my locker when I got to school, got my books for Chemistry class, and when I got to the classroom, he wasn't there yet. I sat down at my desk, staring at the door, waiting for him. Finally, he walked in and saw me, and we smiled at each other. He sat down at his desk next to me. Mrs. Woods walked in, and said "Class, it took me over a week, but I have all your projects graded, so here are your grade sheets."

When she handed Ryan our project grade sheet, we weren't surprised to see that we got an A. To congratulate each other on our success in Chemistry, we were going to kiss, but when our faces were about three inches apart, we remembered that we were at school and no one knew, so we backed off. Both of us sort of laughed.

Ryan looked nervous. He cleared his throat and said, in a whisper, "Troy, how many times have you had sex?"

I looked at him and said "Well, including Saturday...three times." Ryan looked sort of disappointed.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"It's okay...so, who was your first?" he asked.

"Gabby" I said. He didn't seem too surprised. I told him the whole story.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Oh...uh...you were my first." he said, and he sounded embarassed.

"Well, I'm glad." I said, and I smiled.

We were whispering the whole conversation, but we looked around to see if anyone heard--just in case.

"I don't thinking anyone heard." I said. "Me either.." Ryan replied.

All day long, Ryan and I were together every chance we got. At lunch, I finally noticed that Gabriella wasn't at school, but I wasn't too worried. Even if she was at school, she'd stay away from me. I just hoped she was okay.

When school let out, Ryan walked me home. I let him in so we could talk, and...uh..."stuff."

We were sitting on the couch at my house, and I was glad we were the only ones there. We began making out, and I was sort of laying down on my back and Ryan was partially on top of me. Suddenly, Ryan's hand was in my pants, and he started giving me a hand job! We stopped kissing, and I put his forehead on my chin. I moaned softly at the feeling of his hand stroking me. I couldn't take it anymore. I put my hands on his head, and tried to push it down to signal that I wanted him to give me a blow job. He got my signal, and I just layed there, enjoying the intensity of the feeling.

After a few minutes, I could hear my dad's car. I knew we should've stopped, but I didn't want to--I couldn't! It felt too good to stop! I put my hand on the back of his head and moved it back and forth quickly, thinking that maybe I'd come faster. I did, and Ryan swallowed, then came back up to me, and said "I think I've tasted every last bit of you, and it all tastes so goood." We both smiled.

I heard my dad coming up the steps to the door, so I sat up, put myself back in my pants, and got my History book out.

My dad walked in and saw us, thinking we were studying.

"Hey boys, how's it goin'?"

I introduced Ryan to my dad as a friend from school. I wasn't exactly lying. I told my dad about the Chemistry project- about how Ryan and I were partners and we got an A.

"Eh, I'm not surprised." my dad said.

"Well, I'm going into my den...you guys continue studying. It was nice meeting you, Ryan."

"As well, Mr. Bolton." Ryan replied. And my dad began walking away.

When Dad was almost gone, Ryan whispered "I was studying Troy...can I continue studying that?" and we laughed, then went to my room.

We were sitting on my bed, not saying anything, when all of a sudden, Ryan asked me a question, and my answer made me feel guilty.

"Are you going to tell your dad that you're gay?"

As those words entered my brain, I was furious.

"Well...uh...no, probably not."

"Why?" Ryan asked.

"Because..." I replied. "He'd hate me!"

Ryan sighed. "Troy, are you ashamed of yourself for being gay?"

"No." I replied, as if the answer was obvious.

"Well," Ryan continued. "If you tell your dad that it's who you are and you're happy, then he'll remember that you're his son, and he loves you and is proud of you, no matter what."

"I guess you're right." I said.

"When did you tell your dad?" I asked.

Ryan looked away from me. I could see that his face was red, like he was embarassed.

"Oh...uh...I haven't..." he said.

"What! Why not?" I asked, shocked.

"Because...my dad doesn't love me...and he isn't proud of me..."

That response almost made me cry.

I saw that Ryan was crying, so I put my arm around his waist, and he layed his head down on my shoulder. We sat like that for probably ten minutes. The feeling of the two of us just being together, embracing the moment--embracing each other--was such a new feeling for me. So many thoughts rummaged through my mind, and I looked down at Ryan with his head on my shoulder, and smiled. There was so much to say, but I didn't feel the need to say any of it, because the moment itself was enough.

Ryan lifted his head and looked at me. I kissed his cheeks--the stains from where his tears had been. He had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily, like he was soaking up the moment--taking it all in.

I thought Ryan would just sit there, enjoying the moment, but he lifted his hand, and gently placed it on the side of my face, and I let out a heavy sigh like I had been holding it in for a long time. Ryan brushed his thumb against my lips, and I kissed it. I wanted to get to know every inch of Ryan's body. So I slowly lifted his shirt up, up, and off. I stared at Ryan's bare skin, and Ryan picked up my hands and placed them on his chest. I moved my hands all over, exploring Ryan's skin, so soft. I touched him lightly, as if he were fragile and I could easily break him.

Ryan was breathing heavily now. His call of desperation for my sweet touch had been answered, and it was all too much to handle. Too much was never enough.

Ryan put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me in to a kiss. I could tell that he was desperate for my love at the moment, and we were grabbing and touching each other all over. We could not control ourselves. I layed down on the bed and let Ryan come down on top of me. We kept kissing and touching each other until I heard a familiar noise...my cell phone. shit!

I almost didn't answer it. I let it ring about four times, then Ryan stopped our make-out session and said "Troy, just answer it." and he rolled off of me. I got up and walked over to my computer desk where my phone was, picked it up, and in an irritated voice, said "Hello!"

"Troy?" I heard a soft voice say...Gabriella!

"...G-...Gabby?" I said, worried.

"Troy...I'm sorry...I didn't want this to happen...I love you." she said shakily. I could tell she was crying.

I tried to ask her what was going on. "Gabby...are you okay?...what's wrong?...why are you crying?"

"Everything will be okay soon...it'll all be over..." she said, then I heard a click.

"Good-bye, Troy." Gabby said, and I heard a gunshot, followed by complete silence.

Freaked out, I hung up, turned to Ryan, and said, "We've got to get to Gabriella's house...NOW!"

Ryan was confused..."What? Why-"

"I'll explain later!" I practically screamed, then Ryan and I were out the door.

Gabriella lived about a five minute walking distance from my house, so Ryan and I ran all the way. When we got there, I didn't even knock on the door...I just ran in. I saw no one.

Now Ryan was really confused. "What's going on, Troy!"

"That was Gabby who called me...she was crying and apologizing, then I heard a gun shot."

As soon as I said that, I looked past Ryan into the next room, and saw long brown hair spread out on the floor. I ran over into the next room, Ryan following. I stood there, next to Gabriella's body...she committed suicide.