The Beginning With No End
#1 of The Beginning With No End
I sat up, as the piercing sound of a new message alert came bounding out of my computer. I read the name out loud "Narei..." unsure of whom it was, I opened up the chat and read what had been said to me "Hey, I need some help on a website... any chance you could lend a hand?". I was a little bit of a geek. Not so hardcore I had no social life, but to the point people would ask for help on a certain problem yet still remain as a friend.
I replied, with a short "Yeah, what's up?". I was unsure of how Narei got my address, but I could have thought it was another one of my mates trying to get me with someone, again.
I am Luke, 16 years of age. I am relatively large and extremely cumbersome. I am a white Pyrenees, black tipped ears and a cute little black tip on my tail. My eyes are deep blue, and seem to reflect the current mood I am in. People often recognize me by my unusual clothing style and eyes. I am also gay, I knew I was when I was in the first few years of secondary school. But I didn't come to terms with it and shied away from any conversations that might involve me and the topic of homosexuality. I am fairly open about it now and I enjoy it. I live in a rather accepting part of the world, the comments aren't as frequent as they could have been. My parents also know, they are fine with it and are really supporting.
A few weeks passed since I first spoke to Narei, and I become quite fond of him. We only spoke once face to face, the rest of the time it seemed to be over the internet. I didn't mind. He had his group of friends as did I.
I was talking to Narei over the internet, "Brb! I got to have a bath".
I replied to this as the usual replies go "Ok, speak soon". I closed the conversation thinking nothing of it, when I received a reply "You're meant to say, Ok! I'll be thinking of you ;)".
I stared pondering by what message he was trying to get across. I sat there, began typing and he signed off. I sat back in my chair and waited for him to reappear.
Once he came back online, I immediately jumped to his conversation and said "Nice bath?".
He answered "Yeah, I'm not wearing anything right now, bear with me", once again, he put images into my mind. I was thinking long and hard about this particular image.
Trying to imagine what he looked like... "Hey! You there?!" he had sent a few messages whilst I was dreaming.
I quickly shot up and replied "Yeah, sorry about that. Was just thinking bout you" I hit enter without thinking. I looked up at the screen... Realised what I had said and tried to cover up with a few useless and pathetic excuses.
"Lol!" he wrote back "Don't worry, I don't blame you".
I chuckled at this we spoke for a good few hours before I was interrupted.
"LUKE!" Kyle screamed into my ear. I turned around to see him standing there, looking like the innocent cute furr he is, Blonde, almost to the point of white. Deep blue eyes and a black lining around his eye, which made his deep blue eyes pop even more. Kyle was 15, and we were together. I grabbed his paw, pulled him towards me and then threw him onto the bed, I giggled and said "I'll be back in a sec, need food" whilst pointing repeatedly at my open maw.
I headed upstairs, to see Kyle sitting on the edge of my bed, with his ears up and head titled as I walked through the door. I stared into his blue eyes, which seemed to capture every moment of the day. I leaned over to him and softly kissed him on his muzzle. He looked down at the floor embarrassed. Kyle did this from time to time, it was his way of looking cute and seeking attention. This time, he wasn't going to get it.
I sat next to him, started into his eyes once more and said the three words that I never thought I was going to say "I Love You." Kyle smiled, grabbed my torso and hugged with an unbelievable force. I chocked "Alright! Loosen up!".
The day passed, me and Kyle mainly had tickle fights and spoke about some random things. Kyle's phone rang on the desk, he lept up and answered it.
It was his mom "Kyle! Get your ass home now!". Kyle just hung up looked at me and apologized. He kissed me quickly and left. Kyle's mom had always been a psychotic bitch. But she was really nice to Kyle's friends.
I returned to my conversation on my computer, hoping he was online. I started the conversation with a casual greeting which progressed into a reply "Where were you?" ,
I replied "Sorry, Kyle was over. His mom called him home. I'm alone now :(".
There was no reply for a moment, then it promoted me of a new message again "Who is Kyle?" he asked.
I said "Oh, he's my boyfriend" There was yet another long pause.
"Oh, that's a shame" he said "I've been meaning to tell you something, but I don't see a point anymore.".
I just flipped out of my chair at this comment, head crashed upon the desk and a few objects went flying in all directions. I picked myself up, and began typing, "You know, you can still tell me? I have a small feeling Kyle and I are soon to break up, again..." There was a long pause...
"I've had a small crush on you... for a while now". I grabbed the arms of the chair, preventing myself from flipping out again. "So, your gay?" I stupidly asked.
"Yeah, I suppose I am... Hey, you want to come to a party at a friend's house this weekend? So we can talk about this?"
I replied early "YEAH! SURE!". We spoke about computers and music on and off for the next hour or two, he had to go and said that he would speak to me tomorrow. I agreed and signed off also. It was nearing 1am. I took my clothes off, just leaving my boxers on. Kicked the pile of clothes into the corner and jumped into bed. I lay there, and thought "wow... ".
I closed my eyes, and fell softly to sleep.
I know the story isn't brilliant, I am new to writing these kinds of stories! You probably noticed, things changed quickly today ;)
In Chapter Two, well... That you will have to wait to find out!