Cinderella Man [boyxboy love story]

Cinderella Man [boyxboy love story] Chapter Eight (part 1)

This is a boyxboy, yeah boy on boy.  Don't give me that yada yada it's wrong because... IT'S NOT!

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It was exactly four years ago when the four of us got together.  The main guy who pops in my head when I think “bizarre” is Alejandro Rodriguez, he is probably the only gay guy who ever talked and acted like a gangster.  And I’m not being racist of his Mexican heritage; it is mainly because when I met him he held a pocket knife to a homophobe’s neck.  At the time, Alex was actually a lot skinnier and cuter back then.  It’s not like Alex is tiny or whatever, it really is that he has no muscle.  He resembled a fragile model, more similar to a female model really.

            It was the summer when we got out of fourth grade and I saw the maid’s son, Alejandro.  The maid, cruel as she was, in a house fit for a king, a CEO of some big operation.  She ended up marrying the asshole and Alex was forced to become friends with his new father’s best friend, my father.

            Alex didn’t really mash up to me, well, until I found out he was gay.  He made a big scene about it in the school’s cafeteria.  Hitch was laughing his butt off, in a big crowd of amused passerby’s.  When Alex was called a “faggot” – yes, a cigarette… weirdest insult ever – and Hitch hit the ass with a tray.  I had no idea what I was doing when I had no choice but defend him.  And by no choice, I mean I thought Dad would probably kill me if I let his coworker’s step son get his ass beat.  Zeke, who was my best friend at the time and still is now, sat in the back, just laughing at us until he got hit with Wednesday’s spaghetti.  He went at the ass that threw it and it all goes dark.

            The next thing we were in the principal’s office and were sent to clean up the mess.  It was probably the worst decision the principal had ever made, because in the end the food was just smeared all over the ground and somehow we got it on the ceiling.

            I don’t remember much of the cleaning, but I remember us getting to a huge argument about gays.  Alex was hugely insulted and Zeke just chuckling in the back about it.  He got to talking about his parents and Alex jumped out of his seat and sat by him, and kept asking, “Your dad is Keith Whyte?  Your dad is the Keith Whyte?”  Zeke always was a little shy about his family but Alex brought that secret Zeke out.  Next they were in flow blown conversation.  And quiet Hitch looked at us and blinked, “My God, are you all gay?”  I don’t know why but I found that funny as hell.  I hunched over and the dirty cafeteria was filled with out laughter.

            The next morning, we sat together until the bell rang.  It was funny, well, the people’s looks were funny.  Not so much of what they said.  But together, it all just didn’t matter.  We had one another’s backs.  We had the saying, “If you mess with one, then you’re messing with three more.”

            So, I just don’t understand why I haven’t gotten a single text or call from any of my amigos.  Well outside of whose name I shall not say.  *Cough* Hitch *cough*.

            I guess for now, I’ll just have to deal.

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 “So you truly think I can find this girl here?” I looked over my shoulder at Damien and measured him up.  This guy wasn’t too bright, far as I was concerned.  I could tell him I was king of Manhattan and he might actually believe me.  I wondered if all men were truly like this for a moment and flashed through my boyfriends like a card dealer with cards.