A Different Road
Chapter 2
I awoke the next morning more tired than when I’d gone to bed. I tossed and turned most of the
night. I couldn’t fall asleep and I didn’t want to cry anymore, so I just lay looking up at the ceiling most
of the night.
I kept thinking about what I’d done wrong. Where we went wrong. Everything had been great. There
was no indication that our friendship was fading. We’d been best friends for twelve years. I would
have known if things were changing. Maybe they were and I just didn’t want to accept it. I kept
thinking back to the last time we’d been together. I guess I should have seen it coming.
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“Come here, Sexy.” I said to Brett. He’d agreed to spend the night after I pouted all afternoon when
he said he didn’t want to. He wanted to go out with friends for the night. For some odd reason I had
not been invited. Brett and I went everywhere together. I couldn’t figure out who he was seeing that
he didn’t want me along.
“Let’s talk for a while, Corey.” He sat on the side of the bed and looked over at me. As usual, I
melted into his brown eyes.
“I’d rather do something.” I reached over and began rubbing his cock through his jeans. He stood
up and sat at my computer desk.
“Can’t we just talk? Do we always have to have sex?” He sighed.
“I thought you liked sex.” I couldn’t understand why he wanted to have this conversation. Our
sexual encounters had become less frequent over the past year, but I just figured we’d reached our
sexual peak and we were slowing down.
“I do, but..” He started to say something but stopped.
“But what?” I asked.
“Nothing, Corey. Forget about it.” He got up and went into the bathroom. He emerged a few
minutes later still dressed.
“Hey, let’s go out for a while.” He said excitedly.
“It’s after midnight.” I reminded him. It was a Friday night, and we didn’t have school the next day,
but I was tired.
“Cindy’s having a party. We’re invited.” He acted embarrassed telling me this since it was so late.
“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” I was getting mad. He’d been here since 8:00 and he was
just now mentioning it. “Why are you telling me this now?”
“I didn’t think you’d go.” He was looking around the room. He wouldn’t look at me directly. I could
tell something didn’t add up.
“I wasn’t invited, was I?” Now it made sense. He didn’t want to come over tonight because he was
planning to go to Cindy’s party without me.
Cindy was a really cute girl. She was also very popular. She was president of our senior class, a
member of the National Honor Society and would probably be salutatorian at our graduation. She was
the whole package: pretty, smart and friendly. Everyone loved Cindy.
I had been jealous of her earlier in the year when she kept calling Brett and asking him to help her on
several school projects. Our senior class had 180 students, but it seemed like she was always
wanting him to help her. When I asked him about it, he’d just laugh and tell me I was acting like some
fourteen year old girl. When she started dating Josh Mellon, I figured her attraction to Brett was over.
“Of course you’re invited.” He tried to assure me. “You know Cindy likes you.”
“But why wait until now to say something?” I again asked.
“Because I’m bored, Corey.” He blurted out.
This surprised me. In the twelve years we’d known each other, boredom would never have
characterized our relationship. We always found something interesting to do. We could watch a
spider crawl across a wall and enjoy each other’s company just watching it. Now he found being with
me boring.
“Fine.” I said angrily, getting off the bed and putting on my shoes. “We’ll go to your stupid party.”
“Shit, Corey.” He was also angry. “Why do you have to be this way? I just want to go out and have a
little fun.”
“I thought we were going to have a little fun here.” I wiggled by eyebrows at him.
“That’s all you ever want to do.” He said as he put on his jacket.
“Fuck you, Brett.” I spat. As soon as I said it I regretted it. I’d never talked to Brett like that before.
He had a hurt look on his face.
“Sorry, Brett.” I apologized. I walked over to him to give him a hug, but he backed away from me.
“It’s alright, Corey.” He said sadly. “Let’s get going.” He headed to the door and walked out. I
stopped by the bathroom and checked myself in the mirror. I put a little gel on my hair to make it
stand up. I liked my blond spiked hair. It looked good with my blue eyes. All the girls in school were
constantly trying to get me to go out with them, but I’d somehow been able to turn them down. I was
happy being with Brett, even if he was mad at me right now.
He was sitting in his car waiting patiently for me. I got in and looked at him.
“You mad?” I asked. I reached over and pushed his hair back.
“No.” He looked at me and smiled. He looked at his palm and pretended to read it. “Rule Number 8.
Friends don’t get pissed at friends when they act like assholes.”
We arrived at the party around 12:30. There were about fifteen people still hanging around. Cindy’s
parents had a huge home. Her father was one of the most successful defense attorneys in town. It
was even rumored that he might run for state attorney general in the next election.
Everyone was outside at the pool. A few people were swimming, but most were sitting under the dim
lights making out. Brett and I walked over to Cindy who was talking to some of the other girls.
“Brett.” She screamed when we walked up. “I didn’t think you were coming.” She took his arm and
locked it around hers.
“Hi, Corey.” She looked at me. “I’m glad you could make it too. Let me get you both something to
drink.” She walked over to the bar and returned with two beers. She again locked arms with Brett.
He looked at me and seemed embarrassed.
“Come with me, Brett.” She started to lead him away. “I want to show you something.” He looked at
me and shrugged his shoulders.
They disappeared into the house. I walked over to a lounge chair and sat down and began drinking
my beer. After several big gulps it was gone.
“Here.” I looked up and noticed a girl named Charlie. Her real name was Charlene, but she would
always threaten to kick anyone’s ass who called her that. So she’d been Charlie since about the fifth
grade. She handed me a beer and sat down.
“Thanks.” I took the beer and smiled at her. Charlie was a blond, like me, but she hadn’t had blond
hair since the ninth grade. It was always dyed another color. Tonight it was red. She was a small girl
with freckles. If I had to described her in one word, I guess it would be pixie. She’s what I would
imagine Tinker Bell to look like- without the red hair.
She was also rumored to be a lesbian. Someone said they had seen her making out in the balcony of
the theater with another girl when we were in the ninth grade. She never denied it which kept the
rumor alive all these years. It was also around that time she started wearing her hair different colors.
“Where’s Brett?” She asked. She stumbled when she handed me the beer, so I figured she was
probably on her way to being really drunk.
“Inside with Cindy.” I said innocently.
“Oh, really?” She said “So she was right.” I looked over at her curiously.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked her angrily. She seemed like she was holding something
from me.
“Honey, if you don’t know, I’m not going to be the one to tell you.” She said sarcastically..
We sat there quietly for several minutes. I was wondering what she meant by her statement. After
several minutes, Charlie got up and went into the house. She came out several minutes later and
walked over to the bar and got two beers. She walked over to me and handed me another one.
“Here, Corey.” She said quietly. “You may need this.” She was really starting to get on my nerves.
We’d been friends for a long time, so I knew Charlie tended to be a bit strange. I was one of the few
students who wasn’t afraid to talk to her. Most were worried of being branded as being gay if they
were seen with her, especially girls. She had few friends, and she seemed to like it that way.
“Would you tell me what’s going on?” I was getting irritated. She just looked at me and smiled.
“Nope.” She said. “I make it a habit not to get into other people’s shit.”
“What’s that mean?” I said angrily.
“Listen, Corey.” Her expression suddenly became sullen. “I like you. I don’t want to see you get
hurt. Protect your heart.” She gave me a kiss on my cheek and got up and walked away. I sat there
wondering what the hell she was talking about.
I looked at my watch. It was already 1:30 and I hadn’t seen Brett since we’d arrived. Come to think of
it, I hadn’t seen Cindy either. I got up to go find them when they emerged from the kitchen talking
softly. Brett had his arm around her back. He removed it when he saw me walking towards them.
“Hey, Buddy.” He smiled. “You ready to go?”
“Yeah, I guess.” I wasn’t really. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to anyone other than Charlie. Now he
was trying to rush me away.
“Bye, Cindy.” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. At first it surprised me, but then I figured
he was just being polite. I walked over and gave her a quick peck also.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” He told her as we walked away. I looked over and eyed him curiously.
When we got back to my house, he went quickly to the bathroom and closed the door. I then heard
him turn on the shower. I quickly stripped off my clothes, so that I could join him. When I went to the
door, he had locked it. I went to my dresser and put on some clean boxers and crept into bed. He
came out a few minutes later. He put on the underwear and shorts that he had worn to the party. I
found it strange that he had decided to keep his shorts on.
He got into bed and lay completely on the other side away from me. I have a queen size bed, so there
is plenty of room. In the past we usually slept in the middle of the bed. I couldn’t figure out why he
had created such a distance between us.
I scooted over and put my arm around him and began rubbing his stomach. He pulled my arm away.
“Look, Corey.” He said softly. “I’m really tired. It’s late and I want to sleep. Alright.”
“Yeah, sure.” I said sadly. I moved back over onto the other end of the bed and turned my back
towards him. It took me a long time to fall asleep. I was so used to having Brett’s body pressed up
against mine when we slept together. When I awoke in the morning, he had already left.
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“Corey! Get out of bed. You’ll be late for school.” I heard my mother call down the hall. I wasn’t
asleep. I had hardly slept at all. I got up around 5:00 and read some more of my book for literature.
I quickly took a shower and fixed my hair and brushed my teeth. I looked at myself in the mirror. My
eyes were still red and swollen from crying most of the night. I took the washcloth and ran it under
the cold water for a minute, then applied it to my face. I was hoping it would take some of the
swelling down.
“Corey!” My father was calling my name this time. He sounded angry.
“I’m coming.” I opened the door and hollered. I went into my room and got my book bag and headed
to the kitchen. My mother was at the stove and my father was sitting at the table reading the paper.
They both looked at me when I entered the room.
“Sit down, Corey.” My mother said tersely.
We really didn’t get along very well. She was always too preoccupied with her work to really care
what was going on around the house. She was a real estate agent and was either in the office or
showing clients new homes. In addition to that, she was active in the church and various social
organizations in town. She loved to attend parties, and she was constantly dragging my father to one.
I got along better with my father. He was a pretty cool guy for someone over thirty. He had played
football in college and still looked good. Many people thought we were brothers instead of father
and son. All my friends were crazy about him. A few girls even flirted with him. He’d just laugh and
enjoy the attention.
He was an architect and owned his own business. He had designed most of the new buildings in our
city. He had an office downtown, but also had a office here at home. He enjoyed working here
because he didn’t have to deal with people interrupting him constantly. I enjoyed it because he’d
often take breaks and we’d go jogging or swimming in the backyard pool. Sometimes he seemed
more like a big brother than a dad.
“I want you to go see Reverend Baker after school.” She said suddenly. I looked over and saw her
staring angrily at me.
“Why?” I screamed. “Why do I have to go see him?” I couldn’t understand why she had suddenly
demanded this.
“Jessica.” My father said sternly. “I don’t think this is the right way to deal with this.”
“Yes it is Thomas.” She threw him an angry look as well. “What will our friends say?”
“What will your friends say about what, Mother?” I was pissed. I knew now what she was talking
about. I had told her I was in love with Brett. Now she was worried about her public image. What
would her cackling friends say about the great Jessica Singer having a gay son?
“It just isn’t right.” She said as she put a plate in front of me.
“What isn’t right?” I pushed the plate away. I didn’t want to eat anything she had fixed me.
“Corey.” My father said softly. “We should talk about this later when everyone’s not so upset.”
“Will there ever be a good time?” I looked at him and saw a sadness in his face. I looked back angrily
at my mother.
“I will not go see Reverend Baker.” I got up from the table and grabbed my backpack.
“Yes you will.” She said sternly. “I will not have a son who is one of them.”
“One of them?” I screamed. “I’m gay, Mother. Gay. I am not one of them!” I opened the door and
began to walk out. Suddenly, I felt my father’s hand on my shoulder.
“Corey. Please wait.” I turned and looked at him with tears once again running down my cheeks.
“I’m sorry, Dad.” I cried. “I’m sorry I disappointed you.” I walked out and got in my car and headed off
to school. I couldn’t see the road for the tears streaming down my face. I drove a few blocks and
then pulled into a parking lot and turned off the engine. I was sobbing uncontrollably.
First, I lost Brett. Now I’d lost my parents. It didn’t matter that my mother hated me. But I felt deep
regret that I hadn’t become the man that my father had always wanted me to be.
“Oh, God!” I screamed as I looked into the sky. “Why are you doing this to me!” My suffering was
unbearable. I didn’t think that I could go on anymore. I got out of the car and got in the backseat and
then curled up into a ball. I couldn’t stop crying. In one day my life had come crashing down. I just
wanted the pain to go away.
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“OK, Dickhead.” Brett laughed as we sat on the roof of his house. “Remember, hit the trampoline in
the center, then dunk the ball into the basket.”
This must have been the dumbest idea he’d ever come up with. And here I was holding the
basketball in my hands, standing on the roof getting ready to jump onto a trampoline we’d put in the
driveway just below the basketball rim.
We were fourteen, and Brett had bet me that I couldn’t dunk the ball into the basket from the
trampoline. To make the bet more interesting, he wanted me to do it by jumping off the roof.
“Better get your twenty dollars out.” I told him. “This is going to be a piece of cake.”
I counted to three, then leaped into the air, and onto the trampoline. I had planned to go into the air
and dunk the ball into the basket, then collect my twenty dollars. Who was it that said something
about the best made plans of mice and men?
When I hit the trampoline I ricocheted off and headed straight at the basketball rim on the garage. My
face hit it instead and I plummeted to the ground. I don’t remember anything else until I woke up later
in the hospital.
I had knocked out three teeth, received a mild concussion and had a black eye the size of Kansas.
When I came to, I was looking into the worried face of my father. My mother was beside him, but she
seemed more irritated than concerned. Behind them stood Brett looking sadly at me.
“Where’s my twenty bucks?” I said weakly as I held out my hand to him.
“You didn’t make the shot.” His sad look turned to a grinning smile.
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That was Brett. He used to be my best friend. Now I’m lying in the back of my car with my world
completely shattered. I sat up and wiped my eyes dry. I was already late to school. Normally, Brett
would be calling me on my cell phone to see why I hadn’t shown up in the cafeteria. This morning the
phone didn’t ring. Not once.