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12-31-2011, 10:18 PM
After sharing stories with everyone Mr. Watson allowed me to go outside my room. It was fun because I got to talk to the other people in the experiment. Every night I would have an illusion that Isaac kissed me on my forehead even though I know he is not gay. When I wake up from those blissful dreams I would have the sensation that something prickled my arm even though I knew it wasn’t true. At those times I wonder what reality was and what was not.
Individual therapy turned out to be just like the group one except Mr. Watson asked more questions and you did not have support or a shoulder to lean on. I somehow survived telling Mr. Watson in greater detail about my ordeal.
When I got back from the therapy Isaac was sitting on my bed. His eyes glisten in the sunlight as his hair flowed through a breeze that wasn’t there. On closer inspection his eyes looked tired and filled with anxiety. He gestured for me to sit down next to him so I did.
“How was the therapy?” He asked.
“It was okay.”
“you don’t have to force yourself.”
I looked at him trying to determine why he was worried. I am fine. “I’m not forcing myself.”
His eyes showed his pain from my words. I didn’t mean for them to hurt, but I seriously wasn’t forcing myself. I wanted to get to know the others. I wanted to face the trauma first hand so that way I can forget all about it. I grabbed his hands so I can have an excuse to hold them and to assure him that I was fine.
“I am not forcing myself.” I repeated, this time looking straight in his eyes.
“You’ve been through a lot.”
“I have.”
“Hey you want to go to the park?”
“Aren’t we too old to be going to the park?”
“Sometimes it is fun to go back to your childhood.”
“Okay. I know one right around the corner.”
Isaac wasn’t lying when he said the park was right around the corner. It was a small park with graffiti covering the playground. The benches were engulfed by pigeon shit and one of the swings was missing. The park was crappy, not romantic like the ones you see in the movie, however the fact I was anywhere with the one I love transformed the park to an elegant one in those romantic movies. I grabbed his hand, once again using any excuse to touch him, to be close to him, and dragged him to the swing set. I sat on the swing first. He tried to sit to the one next to me, but I stopped him.
“Push me.” I commanded.
“Are you serious?”
“You are so worried about me as if you were my mom or something. Last time I checked moms push their children on the swing set.”
“You are one overgrown child my son.”
“No talking, just pushing.”
Isaac sighed, but he still pushed me. I felt like I was high and not because Isaac was pushing me so hard I was close to reaching the sky. It was the fact that I was spending time with Isaac that felt good inside.
After playing around in the swings Isaac was tired of playing children games and his stomach was growling. I couldn’t help but laugh at how quick he gets hungry.
“Want to go out for ice cream?” I ask him.
“It is like 50 degrees outsides.”
“But it is summer.”
“Fine let’s get some ice cream.”
Isaac sighed; he does that a lot, and took me to the nearest ice cream truck. The operator was an old man with no hair, and brown teeth. I could tell he was a smoker and not because of the nicotine filling the air. He was shocked to see us, I guess when it is cold most people do not eat ice cream. I grabbed Isaac’s arm and he didn’t flinched. I guess he thinks I’m all touchy feely with everyone, but it is only him.
“I want vanilla ice cream.” He said.
“Are you an old person?” The old man glared at me. I mouthed sorry, but he did not accept it.
“Well I’m not a big fan of ice cream.”
“This is how you order an ice cream. I will like Oreo ice cream with a scoop of mint ice cream, loads of caramel and fudge, strawberries, and a scoop of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry mixed in one.”
The old man stared at him, he was appalled. So was Isaac.
The man was about to say something when Isaac stopped him. “Two orders of vanilla ice cream.”
“But Isaac.”
“Hey I’m the mom and your mom does not have much money.”
I couldn’t help, but smile at that. Isaac was paying for the ice cream as if we were on a real date. The man handed us the ice cream and we walked home. Isaac finished his ice cream in three bites. I wanted to savor the first thing Isaac bought me so I took small licks of the ice cream.
Isaac stared at me. “Can you finish the ice cream?”
“but I want to savor the flavor.” I pouted like a child.
“You know what I’ll finish it.” He snatches the ice cream from me and took a huge bite. Technically it was an indirect kiss since my lips were on it, so I am blushing profusely.
“Are you cold?” He asked.
“No. it’s just- I was fidgeting with my fingers- I’m okay.”
We arrived at the house and plump ourselves on the bed. I have to admit I was a little cold. Okay I was shivering like crazy under the blanket. Isaac sat on my bed with me.
“This is why I said we should not get ice cream.”
“You didn’t. You just said its fifty degrees outside.”
“Whatever.” His teeth were shattering together. He was cold as well whether he wanted to admit it or not.
“Hey you are cold too. We should be like the penguins and use our bodies’ heat to keep each other warm.”
“One that sounded so wrong. Two I am not sleeping with a gay man in any bed. No offense you might attack me. “
I forgot for a moment that Isaac is straight unlike me, but I wanted to be close to him using any strategy possible. “Hey I won’t attack you besides you are not my type anyways.”
Isaac sighed. I realize that when he sighs he is basically giving in to your command. He squeezes his big self in the bed with me. My heart was beating like percussion and it was hard to sleep knowing the man of my dreams is right next me. So I just close my eyes willing them to help me fall asleep. Then I felt his lips against my forehead. This time I was not dreaming because I was not sleep so Isaac really is kissing me on my forehead every night. I open my eyes and looked at him. He was appalled to see me awake.
“I thought you were straight.” I say.
“I am.”
“Then why are you kissing my forehead every night. Please do not bring my hopes up.”
Tears were filling my eyes and they would not stop. Isaac was seeing my feelings as a game, feeding me bait to ensnare me inside his trap. I don’t want to be caged like an animal with nothing left to hold on to, so I would appreciate it if he would stop with the falsehood.
THE END :pissedoff::pissedoff::pissedoff:
I hope you guys liked the story and happy new years. Please comment!!! love your feedback. Coming soon is part 6. Is Isaac gay or straight? Will Ryan take the opportunity? Will the world end? Oh wait we our still here. The rest is coming in part 6 :)
Individual therapy turned out to be just like the group one except Mr. Watson asked more questions and you did not have support or a shoulder to lean on. I somehow survived telling Mr. Watson in greater detail about my ordeal.
When I got back from the therapy Isaac was sitting on my bed. His eyes glisten in the sunlight as his hair flowed through a breeze that wasn’t there. On closer inspection his eyes looked tired and filled with anxiety. He gestured for me to sit down next to him so I did.
“How was the therapy?” He asked.
“It was okay.”
“you don’t have to force yourself.”
I looked at him trying to determine why he was worried. I am fine. “I’m not forcing myself.”
His eyes showed his pain from my words. I didn’t mean for them to hurt, but I seriously wasn’t forcing myself. I wanted to get to know the others. I wanted to face the trauma first hand so that way I can forget all about it. I grabbed his hands so I can have an excuse to hold them and to assure him that I was fine.
“I am not forcing myself.” I repeated, this time looking straight in his eyes.
“You’ve been through a lot.”
“I have.”
“Hey you want to go to the park?”
“Aren’t we too old to be going to the park?”
“Sometimes it is fun to go back to your childhood.”
“Okay. I know one right around the corner.”
Isaac wasn’t lying when he said the park was right around the corner. It was a small park with graffiti covering the playground. The benches were engulfed by pigeon shit and one of the swings was missing. The park was crappy, not romantic like the ones you see in the movie, however the fact I was anywhere with the one I love transformed the park to an elegant one in those romantic movies. I grabbed his hand, once again using any excuse to touch him, to be close to him, and dragged him to the swing set. I sat on the swing first. He tried to sit to the one next to me, but I stopped him.
“Push me.” I commanded.
“Are you serious?”
“You are so worried about me as if you were my mom or something. Last time I checked moms push their children on the swing set.”
“You are one overgrown child my son.”
“No talking, just pushing.”
Isaac sighed, but he still pushed me. I felt like I was high and not because Isaac was pushing me so hard I was close to reaching the sky. It was the fact that I was spending time with Isaac that felt good inside.
After playing around in the swings Isaac was tired of playing children games and his stomach was growling. I couldn’t help but laugh at how quick he gets hungry.
“Want to go out for ice cream?” I ask him.
“It is like 50 degrees outsides.”
“But it is summer.”
“Fine let’s get some ice cream.”
Isaac sighed; he does that a lot, and took me to the nearest ice cream truck. The operator was an old man with no hair, and brown teeth. I could tell he was a smoker and not because of the nicotine filling the air. He was shocked to see us, I guess when it is cold most people do not eat ice cream. I grabbed Isaac’s arm and he didn’t flinched. I guess he thinks I’m all touchy feely with everyone, but it is only him.
“I want vanilla ice cream.” He said.
“Are you an old person?” The old man glared at me. I mouthed sorry, but he did not accept it.
“Well I’m not a big fan of ice cream.”
“This is how you order an ice cream. I will like Oreo ice cream with a scoop of mint ice cream, loads of caramel and fudge, strawberries, and a scoop of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry mixed in one.”
The old man stared at him, he was appalled. So was Isaac.
The man was about to say something when Isaac stopped him. “Two orders of vanilla ice cream.”
“But Isaac.”
“Hey I’m the mom and your mom does not have much money.”
I couldn’t help, but smile at that. Isaac was paying for the ice cream as if we were on a real date. The man handed us the ice cream and we walked home. Isaac finished his ice cream in three bites. I wanted to savor the first thing Isaac bought me so I took small licks of the ice cream.
Isaac stared at me. “Can you finish the ice cream?”
“but I want to savor the flavor.” I pouted like a child.
“You know what I’ll finish it.” He snatches the ice cream from me and took a huge bite. Technically it was an indirect kiss since my lips were on it, so I am blushing profusely.
“Are you cold?” He asked.
“No. it’s just- I was fidgeting with my fingers- I’m okay.”
We arrived at the house and plump ourselves on the bed. I have to admit I was a little cold. Okay I was shivering like crazy under the blanket. Isaac sat on my bed with me.
“This is why I said we should not get ice cream.”
“You didn’t. You just said its fifty degrees outside.”
“Whatever.” His teeth were shattering together. He was cold as well whether he wanted to admit it or not.
“Hey you are cold too. We should be like the penguins and use our bodies’ heat to keep each other warm.”
“One that sounded so wrong. Two I am not sleeping with a gay man in any bed. No offense you might attack me. “
I forgot for a moment that Isaac is straight unlike me, but I wanted to be close to him using any strategy possible. “Hey I won’t attack you besides you are not my type anyways.”
Isaac sighed. I realize that when he sighs he is basically giving in to your command. He squeezes his big self in the bed with me. My heart was beating like percussion and it was hard to sleep knowing the man of my dreams is right next me. So I just close my eyes willing them to help me fall asleep. Then I felt his lips against my forehead. This time I was not dreaming because I was not sleep so Isaac really is kissing me on my forehead every night. I open my eyes and looked at him. He was appalled to see me awake.
“I thought you were straight.” I say.
“I am.”
“Then why are you kissing my forehead every night. Please do not bring my hopes up.”
Tears were filling my eyes and they would not stop. Isaac was seeing my feelings as a game, feeding me bait to ensnare me inside his trap. I don’t want to be caged like an animal with nothing left to hold on to, so I would appreciate it if he would stop with the falsehood.
THE END :pissedoff::pissedoff::pissedoff:
I hope you guys liked the story and happy new years. Please comment!!! love your feedback. Coming soon is part 6. Is Isaac gay or straight? Will Ryan take the opportunity? Will the world end? Oh wait we our still here. The rest is coming in part 6 :)