Author's Note: Hey y' all! This is my first time writing a story in nifty. So please bare with my grammar. Actually, this story is already made up. But any comments or suggestions will greatly be appreciated. Come rain don't shine is about how a teenage kid deals with the unecertain world of love. And if your looking fo some straight action, just look somewhere else. I would soon post the other chapters so keep in touch!
Disclaimer: This story contains fictional chracters. Any resemblance to actual events are coicidental. If your uderage, please leave now. Otherwise enjoy the show!
Come Rain don't Shine
Chapter 1:
"What?"
"I said Mr. Crow that your scholarship's been granted. You've passed the test. Congratulations. Now, all you need to do is sign up this form."
Wow! I passed the test. It's my only key to get to this cool school in Boston. Well, I've been through hell to get this school. You wouldn't imagine the time I spent just burrying myself with books 24-7.
I know what you think. You think that I am a geek with a two pound eyeglasses and stuff. Well sorta. I just don't see why that's bad.
So let me tell you more about myself. My dad is in L.A. with some blond slut that he treats like a goddess. I don't really care about him anymore. He's a self-centered asshole who thinks marrying my mom is like chewing a gum. Once the taste is gone he spits her out. Like I said asshole. My mom is like the most caring person I ever met. But since their divorce she began to be quiet. She seems to be really depressed. She barely talks to me. But I think she misses me once or twice. So when I got the message that I can live with my grandma because of the divorce, I just couldn't wait to see Boston. Don't get my mother wrong here she sent me because there was a great scholarship available. And that she only thinks of my future. Besides she needs some time alone.
Okay so where am I? Oh yeah, about myself. I'm Terrence. Blonde hair with blue eyes. I am a little bit short of my age. Okay way too short. About 5'5. I guess when you're 17 you get worried about height and stuff. I'm not good looking either. I don't know why my relatives say that I am such a heartbreaker. Maybe because they won't say I'm ugly duh?. Maybe because I don't act geeky before them. But when school comes, I have to wear my fourth and third eyes. I don't know, I just have to. To keep my image I guess. And yes, that thing acts like an 'anti-social-girl-free mask'. It works, I think. But the thing is some girls still have a crush on me, I guess that 'heartbreaker' label that I am wearing URgh! Why don't they just go away and leave me alone? So by now, I guess you've found out. Yes, I am gay. But that doesn't mean I go for every cute guy who's wearing only thongs in mid summer. Besides I am that person who hates love in everyway possible. Because....well, because I'm gay. I'm supposed to be alone in my entire life. And I really hate those jocks and cute boys. In my opinion they're just a good thing to look at. Cute boys SHhh! who would want them? I mean all they do is walk in the hallway and feel their authority on the ugly ones.
So here I am, trying to find my locker amidst the mass of students. I don't even think breathing was possible because people kept blocking of each other. And since they only seem to obstruct my way through, I'm forced to run to the sides of the aisle until...
"Uhh!" I shrieked. Somebody just passed by me sending my books everywhere.
"Ohh! I'm so sorry..." The boy went down and picked up all my things. Damn! My new book was torn open. And this is all his fault. Dumb kid.
After he finished piling my books, he stood up. "I'm really sorry about that..." he said after handing me the ragged handbook.
I felt an eerie sensation tingling my stomach. Like those butterfly things. Just staring at those green eyes made me quiver inside. Cute? Handsome? Gorgeous? Beautiful? I can't seem to find the right words to describe this being standing in front of me. I mean WOW! He's like 6' with the built of a typical jock. And look at his cute hair. They're like brown and red mixed or something.
And as soon as I realized that we were both staring each other for like forever, I quickly spoke up nonchalantly "Forget it umm... see ya." And then I just zoomed out of there.
As I went through the halls, I can't seem to think about what just happened. A cute boy just passed me and suddenly I've drop all my defenses. I mean me, the 'cute=bad' guy. I must've been nuts. Now I have to hate him even though he is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Stop it!
Okay, so far so good. The teachers seem to be nice and my classes are downright interesting. A good way to distract myself from any unwanted thoughts. Like boys. Or a particular one. I was just sitting there figuring out some really hard math problem while the teacher was blabing about a topic I already know and mastered until...
"Okay, so here it is...love. The most beauteous thing in this world. A unexplainable surge of energy that gives life to a person, animal or thing, the one truly forever," So the teacher jumps from the amok of World WarII to this. I don't quite get it.
"Love is the periphery of all foundation. So can anyone tell me their own definition of love?" Mr. Boginns asked with a hint of excitement. But no one dared. His pathetic efforts to harnest his students prowess seems to be a bit over the edge. As time withered so does his smile. For him, silence ment only one thing. His students are strangers to love. While for the students, the teacher is demented. Screwed. Dork.
Well, I can't stand this anymore. I guess I'll just have to...
"Yes Mr. Matthews?" well, it seems his efforts payed off. I turned around and was shocked. That boy is in here? The green-eyed jock? Errrrr....jerk? Evasive manouvers. Keep looking straight forward and don't listen to his damn sexy voice.
"Er...I...Well, I think love is..." Someone please shoot me. He's even sexier when he's stammering. And then he just blew me off. I found myself standing up while everyone looked at me like I'm somekind of alien who just beamed to the surface. Well here it goes...
"Well I think love is the stupid. Everyone says that it makes their world go round and stuff. It's is a fantasy that is run by our imagination. Like sleeping beauty or prince charming would live happpily ever after. And like were made to believe that our attraction to somebody both phisically and mentally accompanied by little dates is worth calling love. And if that dosen't happen we retort to divorce or molesting the person. Then it turns into lust. And like when you keep it inside and not tell the other person who is completely ignorant of your feelings, I think it is better to keep it that way than to feel at loss in the end because of the uncertainties that might occur. And because love is stupid cause it feels right even when it itself is wrong," I can't believe I said that! AHHHHHH!!! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
Silence. Okay this is too much. I looked at the teacher who is completely shocked. "Umm, Mr. Boginns I don't feel good," I excused myself after that and went to the clinic. I told the nurse I had a slight headache. Well, I can't seem to think of any other reason.
Lunch came. And I forgot to bring my pack. So I guess I'm stuck with cafeteria food. EWW! I got quite a few glances from my classmates in History where I kinda got hysterical. So far so good.
"Hey!" I turned around and saw this red haired girl approaching me.
"Umm, Hi. Do I know you?" I said.
"Yeah we're in the same class together. Does the 'love is stupid' philosophy sounds familliar? Do you really believe that?" she said.
"Sorry about it. When I get nervous I kinda just talk on and on. I know it seems weird."
"It's okay really. It think it's cute. I just thought you were running for president or something. Anyway I heard you're the new guy around here. I'm Cathlyn," she offered her hand in front of me.
I quickly took it and said, "I'm Terrence. Nice to meet you. I just moved in here. I haven't really seen this place yet. It's pretty big."
"Well, you havn't seen nothing yet. But enough of that, how are you coping up?" she said.
"Well, aside from the scene that I made earlier, I'm cool," I said trying to sound . I notice how she looks at me. Like there's something wrong with my face.
"I'm sorry is there something on my my face?" I said
"Uh?...Oh, um No. Nothing really. It's just you look familiar. Like James Vander Beek. You know from Dawsons Creek. But much cuter," Cuter? "You know you should take off those glasses. It only hinders your cuteness," Cuteness? "Cutie."
How do I respond to that? 'Thanks girl but I swing on the other side'? Yeah? But that would just scare her off. Plus I haven't outed myself to anyone yet. Even grandma nor my parents. So I just told her, "Thanks. but I don't respond well to compliments. I don't know what to say back to the person. And these glasses are way expensive. I don't think grandma would appreciate it if I throw her birthday gift to me," Why do I get the feeling she's trying to seduce me with those eyes. I mean it's like her eyes are battery powered. With a hint of twinkle in them.
I think we have known each other for like forever. She went on about how she hated school food and why people still think its healthy eventhough she saw the dietician spit on a casserole. And why she's one of the most popular girls in the school and dated every football player. And why Mr. Boginns is infatuated with love because he's currently dating a woman twice his age. I don't think it was possible for her to stop until the bell rang. I told her I would just get my stuff from my locker.
"So I heard this new guy..." I was just about to pick up my things when I heard one girl talking in the hallway. "He's like so rich and and gorgeous. And his into sports and stuff. And like he's like popular in the UK. Like he even dated Britney Spears and like..." Okay, I shouldn't be listening to these girls gossip. For all I care he could look like a superstar-cute-handsome-rich kid or just a plain sticky amoeba. Oh well, girl will be girls.
And then I bumped into him again. "Ugh! Watch were your going you..." RED ALERT! Green eyed boy has landed. "you again?!" I said with a little bit of anger and excitement all in one.
"Oh sorry...um...I..." Okay he's stammering keep those ears closed. Stay calm. Look for any quick exits. There to the right. The CR! Quick! Wait...he's a boy, he could go in there too. To the left. Hold on, that's where the 'gossip girls' are. Oh please, I need a miracle. Pronto!
"Umm..I'm sorry...umm...thanks for umm...saving my ass in History...Derek tricked me into raising my hand(laugh).." God he's even more adorable when he laughs. "So...name's Tristan (extending his hand) what's yours?" I felt I was suddenly thrown out of a canyon. Did he said I saved his life? Did he just asked my name? Is he interested? Okay, you really have to shake yourself here. Reality check. Cute is bad. Cute is bad. Urgh! It's not working. Wait there's Cathlyn! She's waving at me. Hey Cathlyn! Hey! Can you hear me? Oh no I couldn't even speak because of this jock er...jerk. So what did I do? I lashed forward, leaving him there dumbfolded. Okay walk straight. Don't listen to the voices calling you.
"Hey is that your friend? I think he's calling you," Cathlyn said. But I didn't answer her. I am so scared right now. With my eyes only as a communication device, I signaled her to just walk with me. I think she got the message. We kept on walking until we reached both our class late.
"Nice of you to join us." the teacher sarcastically said.
So here I am writing my journal. Telling about all the things that happened at school. I don't really remember much though except that I ran through a green-eyed monster and made a complete idiot out of the whole class. I am such an embarassment to nature. As soon as I stoped writing, the phone rang and I picked it up.
"Hello, is Terrence there?" The person in the other line said.
"Yeah it's me. Who's this?" I think I just said the magic word because she kept giggling.
"Cathlyn. You gave me your number remember? You won't belive what just happened to me!" Sounds like she won the lottery.
"Okay. Spill it," I said nonchalantly.
"I got the number of the English guy!"
"Who?" I have no idea what she's talking about.
"Oh, you mean you don't know? The famous guy from UK. Rich, tall, handsome, cute, beautiful." she said
"Why thank you honey." I said.
"No, not you. Though you look handsome. But this one is handsome handsome. And he's English. You know I love English men. They're just so... I don't know, English. Plus I think they have a cute accent. Like James Bond. Like..."
I don't blame her for falling over this guy. I just don't get it why people go for the popular or the rich ones. It's like once your on top everybody suddenly notice you. And like even though you have the worst acne ever known to mankind, your still the most beautiful person to some. And when your the most ugly person without fame nor riches to back you up, for other people, you're just a person ment to be single for the rest of your life. I guess that includes gay people also. Sorry, here I go again. I don't mean to preach. It's my nature.
"But you never actually met this guy. Am I right?" I just dropped the bomb.
"Well, yeah. But the girls said he's like totally cute and all. And maybe they are right. I haven't had a boyfriend since that dumb jock Derek left me. I need to have somebody. I'm desparate here!" she said
"Calm down sister. I'm just saying you should get to know him first by yourself and not from someonelse. So you have his number right?" I said.
"Yup" she said.
"So call him. And see if he speaks German er... whatever he speaks. Just don't let yourself too engrosed with this guy. And call me if it works out."
"You are such a friend Renz," She then made these kissing noises on the phone. "Thanks. Oh! Before I forgot, what's with you and that brown haired boy? You seem to be all red when I found you. Anything you want to share with me?" Damn! This girl is nosy. Bad girl.
"Umm.." Feeling my throat get heavier. "Well, I was feeling a little dizzy. And...he saw me and offered me some help which I declined and... well that's it," Whew! I know it sounds really lame and I hate lying to this girl but I have to lure her somewhere.
"Sure there's nothing more?" nosy girl.
"Nope. So see ya tomorrow. Bye," I said
"Yeah sure. Bye." she hang up.
To tell you the truth, I hate it when somebody would ask me if I'm gay. I know. Yes, I'm a jerk who rejects his sexual identity. But hey, if I would choose the straight path, I would do it with no doubt. I just feel empty right now, you know? Being human is never easy, being gay is ten times as hard. Like you have to restrain your emotions whenever its there to haunt you. And have to feel as manly as possible whenever your dad or uncle gives you an advice. Take it from me, you don't want to be gay.
I just hope I could keep this up. Come rain don't shine.