Chapter Eleven: Chill

Brett and Chris left after dinner. Mom called the doctor's office and made an appointment for him to see me the next day. I probably already knew what he would say, "You need to stop getting so excited with what other people are saying."

It was seven and I was already falling asleep at the helm. Scott pulled me up to my room and plopped both of us down on to the bed. We lay side by side, Scott stroking my hair. I needed a haircut. My mind made plans for me to tell mom that I wanted to get one soon. But I wasn't with that frame of thought. I was far beyond it, thinking about how the future would be With Scott.

"What are you thinking of Gabriel?" Scott asked me.

"Oh, nothing." My reply, "Just of how we will be in the future. How old we'll get until we get sick of each other."

"That'll never happen." He laid flat on his back and entwined his leg with mine.

"I know", I yawned, "I was just saying that. I don't really have any thought that I can grab, just. . . Thoughts."

There were no more words said, just silence between the two of us. Soon, the darkness consumed my mind and I was in a slumber, so deep, that only could be described as the final rest of an insomniac. When I awoke the next morning, it was noon and I had missed my doctor's appointment. Scott was in the kitchen; I almost fell upon him on my trek to the bathroom as he was approaching to check on me.

"Jesus Gabe!" Scott exclaimed, "You almost knocked me over!"

"Oh . . ." I was too far in my preliminary consciousness to register the being in front of me as Scott. "Sorry. Be back."

I walked into the bathroom and spramped my face with water, feeling the freshness of the cold water. I looked in the mirror and noticed I didn't have a very bad case of bed head. I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. Stepping in, I felt the familiar rush of cold air trying to get to me before the comforting warmth stole me forever from the dark recesses of sleep.

Standing under the shower, I soaped, lathered and rinsed several times before reaching my hair. One glob of shampoo from the Herbal Essence container and lather, taking time to just massage my scalp. Everything needed to be extra long and extra thorough. The preceding day left me feeling introspective. And the only place that I can fully delve into myself is in the shower.

I must have shampooed my hair several times before I moved on to the conditioner, same brand, Herbal Essence. The conditioner was very much unlike the shampoo. It was less fun. Although I could massage it in and make shapes with my hair, it did not have lather. I love to play with lather. Making beards and goatees on my face with the suds from the shampoo. It was just do fun.

After my shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and got some clothes to put on. I sat there for a minute or two, having a conversation between two electrodes in my brain. Slowly, I dried my hair, putting extra time into the area around my ears and the back of the bottom of my neck. Scott was somewhere in the house. He was probably downstairs watching cartoons, or talking with Mom on the phone, going over when the doctor's appointment would be rescheduled for.

Put on boxers, camo's and a green muscle shirt. Hmmmm . . . something to make me look better than I already do. I pulled out a black cap from the top rack in my closet. Yes, that hat definatly made me look good. I might be going to the doctor's that day, but I was going to look good being sick. A jet roared overhead as I walked downstairs to see Scott. He was sitting in the kitchen, just taking a break, I guessed.

"Hey Scott." I greeted him.

"Hey Gabriel," He said, his face lightened up as he saw me, "Umm, I just got some bad news from James."

"Oh, what's that?" I asked Scott.

"Well, uh", Distress was painted on his face, too beautiful for such troubled thoughts, "James received a threat from someone at school. He doesn't know who, but he knows it was someone from school because he said that he had a class with him."

"What, exactly, did he," My throat dried up, I was choking on my words, "say to James?"

"Well", Scott paused, to find the right words. "Something along the lines of, 'you are going to die you stupid cocksucker'."

Oh, this is really bad. I hope nothing bad happens. God, I'd hate anyone to do something that would put anyone out of commission. That wouldn't be right if anyone did.

"Shit, dude, that's serious", I gasped.

"Yeah, I know," Scott, replied.

"So, what is James gonna do about this?" I asked him.

"I don't know;" He replied", He's probably just gonna hide."

"He should," I thought about James fighting someone, ouch! "'Cause, James, fighting anyone. . . that's funny, he would die."

"I know." Scott chuckled at the hilarity of the idea.

"So, what's for breakfast?" I asked, hoping to get my mind off of the seriousness of the situation.

"Cereal: fruity pebbles, rice krispies, frosted flakes and fruit loops." He yanked out the milk from the fridge next to the door and opened the cupboard to give me a view.

Scott tossed over the fruit loops, knowing that I love them. I splashed the milk all over the cereal, making sure to hold no mercy from the drowning of the fruit loops. The next item that Scott threw across the room was a spoon, big enough for shoveling in my helpless victims. Crunch, crunch went the cereal under the jaws of death. Each bite of fruitiness bringing me new energy, something to run on. What every teenager needs, a high to live on. Hmmm . . . breakfast into a violent thing, how fun that is.

After refueling myself, Scott informed me that my doctor's appointment was now rescheduled to 2:30pm that day. Yeah, and I was having a physical too. Well, at least I don't get hard when he peeks in to visit my one-eyed-purple-headed-yogurt-spurter for a chat. That would be so embarrassing to be one of those people that would get a "don't worry, it happens to a lot of people" at the door. I finished my food, washed my bowl and put my stuff away. A glance at the clock told me that it was 1:00pm. Hmmm . . . an hour and thirty minutes until the doctor's appointment.

"Scott," I asked, "Are you as bored as I am?"

"Pretty much." He replied.

"So, what do you wanna do?" I asked, thinking of one thing we hadn't done in a while.

"Well," He replied with a mischievous grin, "I'm not sure. But maybe if we go up to our room we can think of something."

I grinned in reply and we made our way upstairs. In my rooms, he practically tore off my shirt. I fumbled with his buttons and finally got them off. God, it has been too long. Scott was down to his boxers and I was quickly going to change that. I stepped out of my boxers and he pulled his down. We were both standing at full attention. I was the first to make the move. I jumped on Scott and kissed him with everything I had. That kiss lasted for hours. Our primal urges were coming out in a fit after having been dormant for so long. Our hands immediately went to our groins.

"God, it's been long." Scott gasped as I manipulated him.

"I know." I replied.

I lost my footing and Scott and I both landed on the floor with a thud. That didn't stop us from what we were doing though. I turned around and waved it in his face. Eagerly, he ate at what I had to give him. So much pleasure from just a little piece of skin. It didn't take long for either of us. Maybe six minutes. But it was a good six minutes.

"Wow!" Scott exclaimed.

"I know, that was great." I said.

"What time is it?" He asked.

"Ummm . . ." I rolled over to look at the clock on my dresser. "Around 1:50 , why?"

"Shit!" Scott exclaimed.

"What?" I was confused now.

"Mom should be coming home any minute now!" He yelled.

"God! We'd better get cleaned up. Start the shower and I'll get rid of the clothes." I told Scott.

I grabbed our clothes and stuffed them in the hamper downstairs. I thought I heard a car drive by that sounded like the model that mom drives. Shit, shit, shit!! I ran up the stairs, grabbed two towels, put them on the bed and jumped into the shower. I got the shampoo while Scott sudsed us up with soap. He payed special attention to the little general. Not time to get hard now, mom could be in the door any second. Scott was started to get kinda raunchy. How could I help but to get turned on. I was just about to do something that would take more effort to clean up when I remembered we were supposed to be in a hurry.

Quickly, I had to do this without much thought, I turned off the hot water to put away my weapon for now. I hopped out of the shower before Scott yelped. Hahaha!! It was so funny to see him jump out of the shower and wrap a towel around him as he shivered. Too bad the towel only covered to his waist! His family jewels quickly hid. That sight was so funny. There was Scott, naked as the day he was born only with a towel that wasn't helping him keep his dignity any.

"Jerk!" He screamed while lunging at me.

I was giggling like crazy and trying to avoid his attacks. I ran around the room and he followed. Finally, I stopped and pulled away the towel from him. He was totally naked now! Well, at least he was dry. He tackled me and I could feel a certain hardness on my leg.

"Is that you getting horny? Or are you just happy to see me?" I quipped, grinning widly.

He laughed and I pushed him off me. At that time, the door slammed shut. Oh shit, I thought, Mom's home. We quickly hopped up and dressed. Mom was walking up the stairs by the time I had finished putting on my shirt. And when she knocked on the door, I had gotten Scott out of the view while he was rummaging around for some boxers.

"Hey sweety," She said, "Glad to see you're up."

"Yeah, me too. I love sleep though." I said.

"Well, we'd better get you to the doctor's office. I'm late getting home as it is."

I glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was already 2:16. Wow, only 14 minutes.

"Where's Scott?" Mom's speech yanked my gaze to her.

"Right here." Scott popped out of the bathroom and appeared at the door.

"Oh, well, Scott" Mom said, "I'm taking Gabe to the doctor's office. You stay here and hold up the fort."

Mom and I walked downstairs. I jumped out to the the car while mom locked the door. I hate it when I am finally in a hurry to go somewhere and the friggin' door isn't locked! I was practically jumping up and down for mom to open the door. Com'on, I thought, I want to find out what's wrong and fix it.

The drive to the doctor drove me nuts. I was twitching by the time we parked. All pumped up and only a doctor's appointment to do. One word : Auggghhhhhh!! Once in the waiting room, I sat around with little 6 year-olds who had runny noses and infants that were crying because they had an ear infection. I hated how all of these little kids complain about the smallest things. I am so glad that I am an only child. Well, Scott's my boyfirend and, now, techinically, my mom and dad are his gaurdians. So, he is my brother in a sense. Ewwww, incest! Hahahahahaa!

When I got in the room with the red ball over it, I put on that stupid little gown they make everyone wear and slipped out of my clothes. When the doctor came in, he weighed me, took my tempature, felt "mini-me" and then asked the regular questions. "How are things?", "School?", "Having sex?", "Staying safe?" I left with a mini box of lubricated condoms.

God, was I embarassed when mom asked what I had gotten. She gave me the little speech about always using condoms. Then she asked if I knew how to use them and I told her yes. After that, it got really quiet. It didn't matter much though. After getting over the eeriness of what had just happened, I ran up the stairs to my room. Scott was laying on our bed, listening to the cd player. I could hear music through the thin fabric of the speakers and recognized the song as "Abracadabra", the remix by Sugar Rey. I love that song.

Scott noticed me and sat up. "Hey Gabe."

"Hey Scott, what's up?" I asked.

"Not much, bored as hell." He replied, "You took, like, an hour at the doctor's, dude."

"Yeah," I said, "Waiting rooms, you know? They don't put clocks in there so they can say you were waiting for five minutes, and not half an hour."

Scott chuckled, "Wanna call someone over?"

"Sure, why not?" I tried to think of someone who I hadn't seen in a while. "How about we get Andrew over here?"

Scott picked up the phone by the computer. Wait a sec, that wasn't there before. "Hey, when did that get here?"

"Oh, your dad had it installed."

God, he's spending so much friggin' money on us. I wonder how far in debt we are. Well, being a lawyer he has three good things : money, brains and . . . . brains? Therefore, there are a million bad things : sense of trying to preserve money, winning at arguments and a sense of logic that drives me batty trying to get him to give me something.

Scott dialed the number and asked Andrew to come over. He said yes and that he would be over in a few minutes. While we were waiting Scott and I played a few games of poker. I should have warned him ahead of time that I am the best at poker out of everyone I know. Basically, I cleaned Scott's clock 2-13. Well, the last game wasn't completed, but I was winning anyway, I had a royal flush. I was just about to whoop him big time when Andrew knocked on the door.

"Gabe, Scott," Mom yelled from the door, "Andrew is here."

"Okay mom, " I yelled back, "Send him up."

Andrew came up the stairs and we all said our hi's.

"So," Andrew started, "What do you guys want to do?"

"Absolutely no idea." Scott sighed.

I was already pretty much dying of boredom.

"Got any new nitendo sixty-four games? How about a board game? Or cards?" Andrew offerred.

Hmmm . . . I haven't played a good game of Monopoly in a while. Maybe that would be fun. But, then, of course I would have to help set up. And, when I get bored, I get extremely lazy. Just say it Gabe, I thought to myself.

"Let's play some monopoly," I said.

Everyone agreed and soon we were playing. I got the death row first. Park Avenue and Boardwalk are the two most expensive properties that you can own. But the end of the game, I had two hotels on that property. Along with that, I owned the facilities, railroads and a few other properties. Scott and Andrew were no match for me. At the end of the game, my two very cute competitors were reduced to having less than 100 dollars. I love winning.

Later on that night, when everyone was asleep and Andrew had left, Scott and I played another, different, game; he lost.