The Sleeper has awaken...
Part 1
Journal Entry: March 5, 2001
Every since Michael's birthday party Brian had been in a fog like he was sleep walking or something-two whole weeks and with the exception of a quick blowjob last week I hadn't been able to get a rise out of him (No pun intented. Well maybe a small one). That's over now thanks to a café latte and Max.
Max--Maxwell Alexander Green IV. He and I kind of grew up together. He's 20 years old 6'0, 170, and dark his mother is Lakota. He has dark hair that comes just above he shoulders and even darker eyes- I swear they're black and he's an artist. A sculptor.
He lived three doors down from my folks until he was 17. He was the first guy that I had a crush on. Even though he was almost 3 years older than us he always had time to talk to Daphne and I (she had a big crush on him, too). Back then he drove an old Mustang that his father gave him and had hair that came to the middle of his back and I thought that he was totally awesome. I remember being devastated when he moved away. So imagine my surprise when he came to my school on "Career Day" to talk about non-traditional occupations. I was even more surprised when he remembered me and asked me out for a coffee afterwards.
I started to suggest that we go to Liberty Diner and then changed my mind. How would he react to my being gay? How would Debbie behave? Would Brian be there? We finally settled on a little café in the business district near what turned out to be both of our favorite art supply store. He said he needed to pick up a few things before it closed.
We played catch up-talking about what had happened in the neighborhood since he moved away and then we started talking about art. He asked to see some of my sketches and gave me a lot of praise and suggestions. We talked for over an hour. He said he would drive me home and that's when I finally said fuck it and told him about not living at home and why. He said he was lucky when he came out to his parents the only thing they asked was if he had been safe and if he was happy. We talked more about coming out as a teen and then he asked if I wanted to see his studio.
He said it was only two blocks away and that he wanted to go by to drop off the art supplies he had bought and then he said he'd take me back to Debbie's. I was dieing to see his studio and agreed.
Before leaving to pay the check Max bent down and gave me a kiss that held the promise of a very eventful evening. I checked my watch to make sure that I could bring Max home and not break rule #1. It was then that I got the feeling that someone was staring at me. I turned and met another set of dark eyes. They weren't the slightly distant glazed eyes of the last two weeks. They were the old you better tell your "friend" that his plans for the evening have just been changed eyes-Brian's eyes.
Seems his office is around the corner from the café and he had worked late and wanted to grab something to eat on his way home.
When Max returned I introduced Brian or more accurately tried to introduce Brain to him. Brian's response was to go to the door open it and utter a single word-"Justin."
I was torn between apologizing to Max and cheering because the sleeper had awaken…