Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Aside from the normal disclaimer about this being absolutely fiction and no
character in this story should be confused with anyone living or dead, I
wanted to explain a little about how I will be writing this story.
   The way I like to write and the way I like reading a story is with no
real specific descriptions of people or exact places.
   I sometimes get a little pissed when I am whacking off to a story and
the writer describes someone whom would normally turn me completely off. 
So, I figure the same may hold for other people as well.
   So unless it is absolutely necessary for me to do so to make a point,
for the most part I'll just leave what the characters look like up to you
the reader.
   The Interactive Adventures of Kip
   The Cutest Kid in the World
   By
   Let Nature Happen
   Chapter 1
   The Chance of a Lifetime
   There I was thirteen and still a virgin.  Pathetic isn't it?  Well, all
that could have changed one evening if I had not been so damn stubborn back
then about who I thought I was and what I wanted my life to be like when I
grew.  (I won't say up because it didn't matter to me when it happened,
just as long as it happened the way I wanted it to.)
   It really had nothing to do with religion, STD's or social taboos of any
kind.  It had to do with what happened to me just before what I'm about to
tell you happened to me.  It will all become clear in a moment and no I
wasn't saving myself for marriage, bud don't worry I'll get to that.
   You see my best friend Steven Chase and I were out riding our bikes.  If
there was one person in the world whom I would have considered having gay
sex with it would have been Steven Chase.  I didn't know if I was gay or
not at the time, but I sure wished I was his bicycle seat.  His firm bubble
butt and his hot crotch Yow!  But I digress.
   There was something else about me at the time that you need to know. 
How do I explain this?  From the time we are babies we meet people, All
sorts of people.  In our minds we meld the good and the bad of all these
people and as we grow we all unknowingly and automatically get our ideal
mate programmed into our subconscious mind from the combination of all
those people.  (Our Type) This is by the way fact.  You can look it up.
   We have in our heads what we consider to be good looking and not so
attractive people.  The good, the bad and the ugly as it were.
   However at that time in my life I really thought I was the ugly.  I had
what is called an inferiority complex.  I could look at other people and
pick out the good looking from the bad, however I couldn't look in the
mirror and decide what I was, ugly or cute so I figured I was ugly because
I didn`t have many friends and I was constantly being teased by even my own
family.  Most especially my brother.  This of course I never told a soul.
   Once I even took an entire bottle of aspirin thinking I could poison
myself and end the pain and suffering that I was giving other people by my
mere presence.  That's how bad I was back then.
   I even went to school after taking the aspirin and man was I feeling
awful.  Well my math teacher Mr.  Arnold noticed something wrong and asked.
"Is something wrong?  You look like you lost your best friend."
   "No." I answered.  "Not yet." I was hoping to be dead by the end of the
school day.
   Anyone can look in a mirror and do what ever you have to do to get ready
for the day.  Brush your teeth, comb your hair and so on, but I never
looked anymore.  I brushed my teethe and when it came time to comb my hair
I would duck down so all I could see was the top of my head.  I hated
myself.  By the way to top it all off I was born on Friday the 13th.
   I had just gotten a new bike, I can't remember why because it was well
into spring and I was born in winter and he had a mostly new bike, so we
decided to switch and try each other's out.
   This all happened in a blink of an eye, but having to write it correctly
and then you having to read it, well you know.
   Just try to picture me riding along a side street in our small town
right behind Steven and not knowing if he was just stronger than I was or
if it was my bike that was better than his, (Remember we switched bikes)
but he was pulling way ahead.
   Ok I may have been paying more attention to his sweet ass than anything
else, but it being a level road I stood up and started to try and catch up
with him when, with all my weight baring down on the peddles all of a
sudden the chain slipped and my foot slid off the right peddle.
   I found myself flying over the handle bars, in front of the front tire
and kissing the pavement with my face!  Then (and I do remember it
distinctly) the bike went over me and then I flipped over the bike.  ( kind
of bounced I guess.) After that I flew onto the trunk of a parked car and
the man inside who was just about to pull away jumped out.
   "Are you alright?" He asked as he came to the rear of the car where my
face was pressed against his back glass with blood smeared all over it from
my destroyed face.
   I never lost consciousness, but man I wished I had.  I was in a great
deal of pain.  Nothing serious mind you, but my face had clear signs of
road rash.  I just knew that my face would be scared for the rest of my
life, but at the time I didn't care one iota.
   "Uh yeah I think so." I almost cried as I forced myself off the trunk of
his car, but no way in hell was I going to let Steven see me crying!
   Steven by then had already turned around and was heading back towards
me, but the first thing out of his mouth was, "Shit my bike!" Then he
dropped mine on the fly and it rattled to a stop as he checked his out.
   I didn't mind that so much.  I mean I wouldn't have done that if I were
him and I knew it, but then again I had the hots for Steven and I was
certain that he didn't feel the same way about me.  In fact I thought he
only hung around me because he mostly felt sorry for me.  I didn't care
though I liked being around him.
   "Sorry man." I said as I gripped my body doubled over in pain.  "If it's
broken I'm sure my parents will pay to have it fixed."
   "This your friend?" The man asked me.
   "Yeah he's my best friend." I answered purposely and proudly so Steven
could understand how I felt.  I guess it's a way to say I love you to
another guy without actually saying it.
   "You may need to re-evaluate what a friend is then." He snarled at
Steven.  "Bikes can be replaced a friend can't.  Not a best friend anyway."
   Steven almost got mad, but he instantly understood what the man was
saying and he came up to me and said.  "I'm sorry Kip are you ok?"
   "Yeah." I grunted clutching my fingers which seemed to smart the most at
that point.  "I think I'll be ok.  How's your bike?" I asked just as Steven
was already picking it up from under the car to inspect it.
   He looked it over and said.  "The chain's off, but nothing else.  Damn
it's a new bike too."
   "Maybe that's why the chain came off in the first place." The man
offered.
   "What do you mean?" Steven asked.  "It's a couple months old, but I
hardly ever ride it."
   "Because when you get a new bike even though it looks ok you have to go
over it and tighten all the nuts and bolts yourself.  They only put bikes
together at the stores, it's up to you to maintain it.  Sometimes they fall
apart right after you get them home"
   "Oh." Then he looked at me and said in horror." "Dude your face is all
fu...  um..  Messed up!" He corrected his language for the adult's benefit.
   He didn't really need to tell me that.  I felt my lips swelling even as
we spoke.
   "I think you should probably go to the hospital and get checked out."
The man said really concerned.  Then there was that look that I always seem
to get from not only adults, but people in general.  A look I could never
describe.
   "No I'll be ok." I grudgingly answered.  This was my chance to show
Steven that I may be ugly, but I was tough and could take it.  (Mr.  Man)
   "Well Kish lives right there." Steven said pointing towards Kish's house
across the street.  "We can clean you up there."
   "Ok." I said and painfully picked up my bike and wheeled it along side
of me.
   Kish Baker: Kish was...  How do I put this?  He was the darkest kid in
our school.  Hell he was the darkest kid in our town at the time.  He
wasn't black or anything like that...  He was half Philippine and half
white.  (His dad was a Navy officer.)
   He was very dark almost Indian looking.  (Dot's not feathers.) He had
straight black hair that almost shined and dark brown eyes that were almost
the color of mud.
   Mind you it didn't matter to me one way or the other what his skin color
was.  What did kind'a bother me about him though was his penis.  It was
very strange looking, but I never asked him about it.
   Unlike the rest of us kids in my gym class he had some kind of weird
extra skin on his penis that I was torn between staring at in awe and
turning my head away in total disgust.  I just figured it was a deformity
like my looks, but he was lucky in that he could hide his deformity from
the rest of the world and I couldn't.
   Remember at this time in my life I was living in a very small
conservative town and the subjects of sex and most especially sexual organs
were very taboo.  Certainly people would never talk about such things to
children.  We did have sex-ed in school, but that was later.
   "Take care boys." The nice man said and waved as he got in his car and
drove away.
   "We will." I answered.  "Thanks." Then it hit me that the man never even
looked to see if I had damaged his car or not.  Cool dude.  I always
appreciated kindness because I got so little of it at home.
   Steven knocked at Kish's front door.  I think we both expected Kish's
mom or Kish to answer it, but Sharon Stanton opened it up.
   I was a step below Steven who was on the very small porch landing.  I
could see Kish sitting on the living room sofa with his hands covering his
crotch.  He looked a little like he was in as much pain as I was, but he
also looked a little...  Annoyed as well.
   There were also two other girls there.  Tina Walton and Jessica Trisk
who were sitting on the love seat giggling.
   Steven caught on right away and said.  "Oh I sorry man.  I didn't know,
but hey can Kip wash up real fast?  He wiped out real bad."
   Kish looked across the room from where he was sitting and out the front
door at me .  Instantly his face snarled in sympathy and disgust asking. 
"What the fuck happened to you?"
   "He kissed the road with his face." Steven almost laughed.
   "Dude, bathroom's down the hall to the right.  Don't drip blood on my
mom's carpet."
   I quickly squeezed past Steven who was staring at the situation so much
so that he didn't even move out of the way for me.  I had to duck under his
arm which was outstretched onto the door frame as if he were holding up the
house.
   Ok maybe I was naive, maybe I was in too much pain to care and then
again maybe I was just plain stupid.  I had no idea what was going on.  All
I cared about was getting my face cleaned up and surveying the damage in a
mirror.
   I went into the bathroom and for the first time got a good look at my
face.  Shock would best describe how I felt.  Funny, the first thing that
hit me right of was that Steven would never kiss this face.
   As I said, I had no idea if I was gay or not at the time.  Hell, I had
no real idea what being gay meant.  I did think that I liked girls and even
had a couple girlfriends before then, (I picked out and hung with the girls
who would normally be a boy's last choice thinking that was the best I
could do.) but there was just something about Steven that drove me wild.  I
would often find myself like that day mindlessly doing stupid things while
thinking about him.
   I carefully washed up as best I could, but still my wounds were very
prominent.  I had a couple scrapes from my chin to my nose which thankfully
wasn't broken or even bleeding.
   My right eye had a scrape which took some of my eyebrow with it and my
lip was swollen really bad, but other than that I was passable as being
human.
   All cleaned up I walked back in the living room where Steven was now
sitting on the loveseat with Jessica on his lap and a very shit eating grin
on his face.
   Both of the other girls were sitting next to Kish on the couch, but when
I walked back in all three of them got up and came up to me.  "Oh poor
Kippy." They all cooed.  The girls always called me Kippy.  I don't know
why or I didn't then at least.
   Actually my first name was also Steven.  Steven Keppenski, but as soon
as I started fifth grade and had full uniform and shower gym class, our gym
teacher Mr.  Raynor who was a big burly man and very into sports started
calling me Kip for short and the name stuck.
   After all who would argue with him?  His arm were as big around as my
hips and as it turned out with two Steven's in the same class and even
being the best of friends it made life easier.
   "Are you ok?"
   "Does it hurt?"
   Can I get you an ice pack or something?" I don't remember who said what
though.
   "No thanks." I said.  "I'll be ok."
   "Come and sit down with us on the couch." Kish will move out of the way,
won't you Kish?"
   "Ok I guess." I wasn't paying much attention to Kish or Steven at the
time, but looking back now I guess he may have been a little more than just
annoyed at that point.  However I did catch Steven giggle a little as Kish
grudgingly moved from the couch.
   "Do you want me to call your mom?" Jessica asked.
   "No um..." I answered.  "I'm not like dying or anything."
   "You're so brave." Once again I can't remember who said that.
   By then I was lavishing in all of the attention that I was receiving and
Steve and Kish were an after thought.  Hell, even my pain was now a distant
memory...  Of course.
   "Hey!" Steve jolted out of nowhere.  "Let's play spin the bottle!"
   I looked between the girls and glared at Steven in shock.  The girls
were gathered around me doting over me.  Tina was on her knees between mine
facing me with her elbows on my knees and her chin propped over the back of
her hands with her fingers locked together.  Sharon was on my left and
Jessica was sitting on the arm of the couch to my right.
   "Spin the bottle?" I asked not believing what I had heard, but even
saying "Spin the bottle" felt inappropriate with the girls around me like
that.  I had never played it, but I knew what it was about and how to play.
   You see, I was what they called "A good boy" back then.  Or so everyone
thought.  We went to church every Sunday and manors were of utmost
importance to my upbringing.  As you can read from what I said about the
crash, swearing for me was unthinkable.
   I could have spat all sorts of nasty explanative and I would have been
justified in doing so, but then again swearing was child's play for what my
warped mind was conjuring up for my future.
   "Yeah!  Let's play!" ALL the girls giggled looking only at me for some
unknown reason.
   I felt as though I was possibly being set up for something.  I knew I
couldn't have been.  I mean who in the world could have known that I was
going to wipe my runny nose with asphalt tissue right in front of Kish's
house and at that exact moment in my life?  Impossible.
   "That sounds do-able." Kish responded.
   "Well I um...  I mean my face." I tried to reason.
   Sharon came up to me and it was at that very moment I got a glimpse of
reality about myself, how people really felt about me and my insecurities.
(This has never been easy for me to talk about so understand that I am in
no way bragging.) "It would take more than an accident to hurt your face."
She whispered in my ear so everyone could hear.
   I of course was floored.  "What?"
   "Oh come off it Kip!" Kish spat unnerved.  "You have to know that you're
the best looking guy in school!"
   "I am not!" I protested while looking at Steven whom I considered to be
the best looking guy in school.  (Guy being preferred over kid or boy and
we couldn`t call ourselves men yet and Dude seemed to be for older teens.)
   "Get off it!" Kish said as he came up to me.  I thought he was going to
hit me, but instead tenderly held my sour chin up with his index finger. 
"Hell, I want to kiss you and I'm a guy, but you have to always be so stuck
up."
   This really made me feel the blood rush to my cheeks.  I should make it
clear that Kish wasn't bad looking at all.  In fact he was very "cute", but
I had a persistent hang up about his, what I considered to be deformed
penis which in my mind put us on almost equal footing.
   I looked over at Steven who surprised me even more by nodding in total
agreement.  My mind was swimming.  I couldn't believe it.  "You mean I'm?"
   "A total babe!" Sharon cooed and came in for a kiss, but I drew away
only because I thought it would have been excruciating at that time.  After
all I was surprised that I even had lips anymore.
   "So how about it?" Steven asked.  "You in?  It'll give us a chance to
see if you're as big as your sister claims you are."
   (I'll explain that in a second.)
   I didn't need for him to explain that to me.  I knew what he was talking
about.  "What did she tell you?" I asked in horror.
   "She said that you and her snuck into the nudist resort and you popped a
boner.  " Steven giggled.
   "You did?" The girls gasped in unison.
   "She said it was HUGE!" Kish added.
   Yes there was and still is a nudist resort very near to our town.  It
was but hardly anymore a topic of conversation for the town.  I mean when I
was little it was all I heard the adults talking about, but by the time in
question it was just an area that we were told to avoid.
   "Ok, ok I'll play!" I caved just to change the subject.
   "Good." Kish said rubbing his hands together in an evil way.  (Something
I had seen in the movies and even in cartoons, but never really suspected
people actually did.  I mean it looks so...  dorky.) "I'll get the bottle."
   Now my mind was racing a million miles a second.  I had to figure a way
to get out of this.  I had a bad feeling that I was being set up somehow. I
just knew I was going to be the butt of a practical joke.
   "What about your mom?" I asked Kish as he searched the kitchen for a
bottle.  "When is she due home?" We all already knew his dad was at sea.
   "Not tonight." He said matter-of-factly.  "She's getting fucked by her
boyfriend."
   That statement didn't seem to affect everyone else near as much as it
did me.  Leaving me to question where I had been all my life?  I mean there
seemed to be a whole lot of things that would be considered common
knowledge and that even Steven (whom I hung with constantly) knew, but that
I was oblivious to.  Such being the general acceptance that I was the best
looking guy in school.
   I had already shrugged that off as being part of the joke.  All be it an
elaborate joke.
   Fearing to stick my neck out as being ignorant about what went on in our
town I didn't pursue that statement any further.  I just shrugged it off as
being none of my business and left it at that.
   Kish sat down next to Sharon, who sat next to Steve, who sat next to
Tina who sat next to me and I sat next to Jessica making it a
boy/girl/boy/girl circle on the floor.  (That being one of the few times in
which saying the word boy was the only way to put it.  It just didn't sound
right guy/girl or dude/girl and it sure couldn`t be Man/Woman.)
   As it is with new teens, nervousness prevailed over us.  "Who goes
first?" Sharon asked.
   "Spin to see who goes first?" Queried Steve.  Of which I thought that
was ridicules because if you spin to see who goes first then you are
spinning anyway.  However we were after all new teens.
   When nobody objected Steven shakily laid the bottle which was standing
dead center of the circle and gave it a spin.  It landed on Steven anyway,
so he spun again only this time with purpose.
   It spun and spun and of course landed on me.  My luck.
   I reluctantly removed my shirt and in doing so gave myself a quick exam
to make sure I wasn't wounded anywhere else.  I wasn't.
   I gave the bottle a spin and again it landed on me!  Amongst all the
ooh's and giggles I removed a shoe and placed it behind me.  Then I spun it
again and this time with more force.
   We were all sitting Indian style (Feathers not dots) and basically knee
to knee.  It was close, but Sharon took that one even though it could have
been debated successfully in her favor.
   She could have removed a shoe, but chose instead to remove her T-shirt
revealing her bra.  More like training bra.  Strange nobody taunted her
before she spun the bottle.
   It spun and spun and "DAMN IT!" I removed my other shoe and spun, now
with the sounds of laughter prevailing over the sound of the spinning
bottle on the carpet.  A sock!  Was it the magnetic pull of the Earth? 
Then my other sock!  Was the house leaning my way?  Was I my worst enemy?
(By then everyone was in hysterics by the way.)
   I spun again.  It spun and flipped around a little and landed on Steve's
folded legs that time.
   "Re-spin?" I asked.
   I guess feeling sorry for me he said with a smile.  "No, I'll take it."
   Then he spun and it landed on Kish.  Kish removed his shirt and gave it
a twirl and just when I thought all the other times were a fluke it landed
right in front of me and pointed dead center to my folded legs.
   "Oh man!" I groaned and rose up to remove my jeans.  I felt all eyes
fall upon me and there was a moment of expectation as I unbuckled my belt,
unbuttoned my fly (501's) and dropped my pants.
   I didn't care much that I was standing before my friends in my briefs. I
did however care that they were not as WHITE as I would have liked them to
be.
   It seems that every time we guys change for gym that all the other guys
and most especially Steven had perfectly white briefs.  Steven's always
seemed to be new.
   I bashfully sat back down as quickly as I could folding my legs to block
the view before anyone could see much of my off white and pretty ragged
undies.
   "One more and you're naked." Kish teased.
   What he didn't know was that not only did I like being naked which was
why I bugged my sister into going to the nudist resort with me, but that I
would rather be naked than have to be seen in my well worn underwear.
   Let me be clear.  There were no skid marks or piss stains as you may
expect.  They were however old and so old in fact that they were my older
brother's before me.
   We were not poor or anything like that.  It's just that I always got
whatever Jake grew out of.  And as long as they were wearable I had to wear
them.  Period.  There was no pleading or anything for new clothes.  My mom
especially didn't like throwing anything out.
   Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.  The bottle finally came to
rest on me for the last time.  Finally I could just be naked and get it
over with.  Finally I could sit back and watch the rest of them start to
lose.
   I rose to my feet and gladly removed the last of my garments.  My much
hated briefs.  I made sure that everyone got a good look at my package and
sat back down.
   All eyes seemed to be on me and all mouths seemed to be open.  There was
no more teasing or taunting.  You could have heard a cockroach walk across
the floor.  Though I'm sure there were none in Kish's house.
   "I never noticed how perfect it is." Kish said maybe without knowing he
did.  "Stand up again." He requested of me.  "Let's see it."
   I huffed almost embarrassed, but I stood up again and put my hands to my
side.  My brother always teased me that I had what he called (child baring
hips) and that was one thing I was always self conscious about.  I really,
really thought I was too skinny, too clumsy and most especially too ugly
before that day.
   Suddenly EVERYONE was crawling over to me not only for a closer look,
but to feel me!  Nothing else matter and I felt so on display.  I backed up
as they drew closer to the point where I fell backwards on the couch behind
me.
   Nobody made any overt moves on me.  They all just seemed to want to
touch me all over.  It felt good, but I didn't want to become overtaken
with the lust which I felt coming real fast.  I didn't want to get hard.
   Then Steven did something totally unexpected.  He stood on the couch
beside me and lowered himself over Tina I think it was.  He got his face in
front of me and...  and...  kissed me!  He actually kissed me!  Right in
front of everyone he kissed me!
   He seemed to be careful as to where on my lips to kiss me, but he did.
Right in front of everyone he kissed me!  I couldn't believe it!  It had to
be a planned joke at my expense!
   Understand this for a moment.  To Steven Gay was his favorite bash.  "Oh
that so gay!" Or If I were to suggest something to do and he didn't like
the idea he would snarl.  "That would be gay." Yet there he was kissing me!
I mean he kissed me like I was a girl!
   Of course I kissed him back, but I was careful not to over do it.  I had
to remain...  Well you know.  I pulled back and softly lied.  "Ouch." Just
enough to maintain my "Good boy" reputation.
   It didn't matter I guess.  All hands were on me and trying to talk
myself into staying soft was out of the question.  Ok I loved it.  Every
"FUCKING" second of it!
   Soon clothes were coming off everyone, but it seemed on their own
because it felt like all hands remained occupied on me.
   Plus I was totally attracted to everyone there, well with the reluctant
acceptance of Kish's strange penis which right at that moment looked... 
Normal.  No skin was covering the head oddly enough.
   "Wait...  Wait...  WAIT!" I finally yelled out in anger and only then
did they stop.
   "I can't do this." I almost cried as I pushed past them to get my
clothes.  "Oh god I want to, but I can't."
   "Why not?" EVERYONE asked disappointed.
   "Because I just know this is all a joke and I won't go to school
tomorrow just to be teased!" I shouted.  "No way!" Pulling up my jeans.  I
couldn't get into my clothes fast enough.
   Sharon came up to me and pushed me down on the couch with my fly still
fully open.  "You ain't leaving till you tell us what's going on!"
   Fearfully I pushed away, grabbed the rest of my clothes and decided to
finish dressing on the front stoop.  "You guys do what you want.  I`m outa
here!"
   Chapter 2
   I was still wrestling with my shirt as I grabbed my bike and once again
feeling my soreness from the accident grunted myself home.
   I was scared.  I was really scared.  Had I just told everyone that I
wanted to suck dick?  Had I made myself look like a total idiot?  Worst of
all I left what could have been the best day any thirteen-rear-old could
ever wish for.  I felt like such an ass!  How could I be so stupid?
   My reputation was shot.  No matter how good I looked before (and I was
still reeling over that bit of unbelievable information) I would never live
this down!
   When I dropped my bike in the yard I ran up the stairs trying to avoid
the eyes of whomever was home at the time and then I flopped on my bed and
cried my eyes out!
   I can't remember for how long I cried, but I soaked my pillow before
Jake came in.  (We shared a bedroom)
   "What's wrong with you twerp?" He asked almost laughing.
   "Nothing, leave me alone!" I muffed through the wet pillow.
   I felt the bed sink under me as his weight was added.  I think he could
see some scabs on whatever part of my face was showing because he forced me
to turn my head to look at him.
   In shock and anger he asked.  "Who did this to you?  I`ll kill him!"
   "Nobody!" I cried.  "I fell off my bike..  Steve's bike."
   "Oh my GOD!" He laughed in sympathy.  "You really wiped out!  Your face
is fucked!"
   Jake was way past the good boy crap in our family.  He was always
getting into trouble.  The black sheep as it were.  However Jake was also
someone I fantasized about.  He was bold, daring and so fucking built!
   He was the one who taught me how to beat off and he was the one who
taunted me with the idea of going to the nudist resort and sneaking in.  He
told me he did it all the time and that they had a great pool to swim in.
"Once you're in man," He said.  "They just think that you're family belongs
to the club."
   He told me about the hole in the fence and how to get past the security
guards.  He had a bunch of the wrist bands that people discarded when they
left.  There was a different color for each day, but he had all the colors
and then some.
   Sure he would tease and taunt me as brothers do, but he had his good
side as well.  One thing for sure I was his brother and that came first.  I
knew he loved me with all his heart.
   "Too bad your face is fucked." He said and I can't describe his emotion.
"You're not the best looking kid in town anymore.  At least for a while."
   "You too?" I asked in fury.
   "Everyone thinks you should be a model." He snorted.  Again I can't
describe his emotion.  "Someone even sent your picture in to a modeling
agency and they wrote mom and dad asking if you could model for them."
   "What?!"
   "Yeah bro, you are like gold in this town."
   "What?"
   "Everyone loves you man."
   It was like I was in the Twilight Zone.  I couldn't believe what I was
hearing.  What I had heard.  It was like a cruel joke and I was the victim.
Why would the whole town be against me like that?
   And then it hit me.  Like a ton of bricks It hit me!  Thinking about how
that man looked at me the way he did.  The way everyone seems to.  I am
UGLY!
   That's exactly what was going on.  It may not have been a joke.  Maybe
the whole town felt sorry for me and they all knew that I was self
conscious about my looks.  They were conspiring to try and make me feel
better about my BUTT UGLY self.
   "Whatever man!" I cried really pouring it on now.  "Just leave me alone
will you please?"
   "Oh man!" Jake said in fear as he backed away.  "You are really fucked
up.  I'm getting mom." Then he left not closing the door which I was too
upset to get up and do.  I wanted it shut though.
   "Steven?" Mom's wonderful and sympathetic voice called as she softly
entered the room and sat next to me on my bed.  She cuddled me as best as
she could, but I would not move so she could sneak her arms under me. 
"What's wrong baby?"
   "I'm ugly mom!  I'm ugly and I know it!  You don't have to get the town
to try to change my mind!  I accept it ok!" I really let go with the tears
too.
   "Oh baby...  Oh my GOD is that what you think?" She asked almost crying
herself.  "You stay right there.  I have something to show you." Then she
got off my bed and left the room.
   Somewhat interested in where she was going I turned my head towards the
door anyways, I could see my brother and sisters crowding the doorway
looking in at me and I knew it was in pity, so I once again smashed my
stinging face into the pillow.
   Moments later they moved aside I guess so mom could pass by.  "I want
you to see this son." She said pointedly.  "Sit up and clear your eyes. 
Jake get me a cold wet wash cloth."
   I rolled over to sit up and that's the first time mom got a good look at
my now devastated face.  "Oh my GOD!  Were you in a fight?"
   "No I fell of Steven's bike."
   "What were you doing on his bike?  You have a brand new one."
   "We traded to try each other's out was all." I sniffled.
   "Oh." She said uninterestedly She was holding a paper of some sort, but
I couldn't tell what it was because my eyes were stinging bathed in my own
salty tears.
   Jake came in with the washcloth and handed it to mom.  Then he
tentatively backed away, but he didn't leave the room.
   Mom looked at me and winced breathing in through her teeth.  "Um maybe
you better wipe your own eyes." She rightly suggested.
   I did and I must admit the cold wash cloth did wonders.  I don't know
what came over me.  I think I was just upset at how I acted at Kish's house
more than anything.
   When my eyes came into focus mom handed me an official looking paper and
I read it.
   Performing and Modeling Teen Agency 1121 Aztec Blvd.  Suite 2210a
Beverly Hills, Ca.  90211
   Dear Mr.  and Miss Keppenski,
   A picture of your son, Steven Keppenski has apparently been sent to our
office without your knowledge.  It is the policy of P.  M.  T.  A .  That
we only work directly though the parents or guardians of our models,
performers and actors.
   We do understand that it was the sender's hopes that we consider Steven
as a possible model, but wishes to remain anonymous, so we will not divulge
the sender's name to you.
   However we did examine Steven's picture and would very much like to see
Steven in our studios for some test photos shoots at our expense.  That is
if you feel that modeling might be a good career opportunity for him.
   Please feel free to call collect or write with any questions or concerns
that you may have.  You will find my business card enclosed in this letter.
I do hope to hear from you soon.
   Sincerely
   John Holms
   John Holms CEO
   "Well what do you think Steve?" Jake asked while I was still reviewing
the letter.  "Do you still think you're ugly?
   "Is this real?" I asked in total dismay.
   "Yes of course it is baby." Moms smiled while brushing back my hair with
her palm.
   "Why didn't you tell me?"
   "I can answer that." Jake sneered.  "Being good looking is one thing. 
Apparently even in demand, but being good looking and knowing it does
something to you and the way you act reflects how you appear to people.  No
matter how good looking you are if you act like a asshole that makes you
even more ugly than the scars and scratches you have on your fucked up face
right now."
   "Jake!" Mom spat sharply.
   "Well it's true mom." He said almost gloating.  "Even if he did want to
model nobody would even consider him all screwed up like that."
   I almost got a ghostly flicker of prospective glamour about being a real
model and what it would be like, but alas Jake was right.  My face was too
messed up to even hope for such a thing.  No matter.  I took it all in
stride.
   It was a nice thought though and I really did gain some confidence
reading that letter, but still had a hard time with the being the best
looking kid in our town thing.
   I mean I spent the better part of my childhood only daring to hope that
some day I might be half as good looking as my best friend Steve and here
people were telling me that I was even better looking than Steve?  Takes
time to get used to that idea.
   "Your face will heal baby." Mom cooed.  "In fact you won't even be able
to tell you were in an accident."
   "Really?" I asked hopefully
   "Really." She giggled.
   "My eyebrow?"
   "Your eyebrow may have a tiny scar under it, but who cares?  It will be
covered by your thick eyebrow hair anyway.  Nobody will ever know."
   "Yeah," My brother laughed.  "But maybe you'll start growing zits right
after your scabs fall off too."
   "Jake you're not helping!" Mom jolted.
   "Sorry." He giggled.
   I didn't say anything, but yes now he put the fear of zits in my head
and I couldn't shake that thought away.  Zits?  Zits, ZITS!  If it's not
one thing it's another.  I was finding out being a teenager was harder than
I ever thought.
   To be continued?
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