{"sf1_id":819639,"sf2_id":"0mvJvZvm","title":"Chapter 1: How Roen met a sage","author":"Ginsenshi","words":874,"posted_at":"2015-02-14T22:23:00.000Z","tags":["Gay","M/M","Teen","growing up"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/819639-chapter-1-how-roen-met-a-sage","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/0mvJvZvm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/40/9b/409b18b6-1b95-4f1b-91b1-c832d98314e9","description":"#1 of Roen Olver Series","content":"Roen's\u0026nbsp; teenage\u0026nbsp; life  \n(working title)\n\nby: Ginsenshi\u0026nbsp;\n\nEdits by: Spring87\n\nThis\u0026nbsp; series\u0026nbsp; is inspired\u0026nbsp; by\u0026nbsp; the\u0026nbsp; song\u0026nbsp; All American\u0026nbsp; boy\u0026nbsp;\n\nYou can\u0026nbsp; find\u0026nbsp; it\u0026nbsp; at\u0026nbsp; [https://youtu.be/12eCx0HLaGg?feature=YouView](https://youtu.be/12eCx0HLaGg?feature=YouView)\n\n**Chapter 1: How\u0026nbsp; Roen met a\u0026nbsp; Sage\u0026nbsp;**\n\nIt should\u0026nbsp;have\u0026nbsp;just\u0026nbsp;been\u0026nbsp;a\u0026nbsp;night\u0026nbsp;out\u0026nbsp;with\u0026nbsp;my\u0026nbsp;best\u0026nbsp;girl-friend, but it didn't\u0026nbsp;turn out that way,\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;since\u0026nbsp;I fell\u0026nbsp;for\u0026nbsp;a guy\u0026nbsp;who\u0026nbsp;I didn't\u0026nbsp;think I would\u0026nbsp;fall for..\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was\u0026nbsp;to be my\u0026nbsp;first night out with Jessie and her new boyfriend,\u0026nbsp;Jonathan, the\u0026nbsp;kind of\u0026nbsp;guy\u0026nbsp;one\u0026nbsp;could\u0026nbsp;stare into\u0026nbsp;his eyes\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;get\u0026nbsp;hopelessly lost in their depths.\n\nAs Jessie recounted\u0026nbsp;over the phone earlier\u0026nbsp;that\u0026nbsp;day\u0026nbsp;to me. He sounds\u0026nbsp;so hot\u0026nbsp; to me as\u0026nbsp;she\u0026nbsp;described\u0026nbsp;him as\u0026nbsp;Blond hair and\u0026nbsp;blue eyes\u0026nbsp;and 6'0 of\u0026nbsp;pure\u0026nbsp;smouldering hotness.\n\nSince\u0026nbsp;I couldn't\u0026nbsp;very\u0026nbsp;well\u0026nbsp;tell for myself, since\u0026nbsp;I couldn't\u0026nbsp;see a\u0026nbsp;thing. Oh yeah,\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp;should\u0026nbsp;tell you\u0026nbsp;who\u0026nbsp;I am, the name's Roen and\u0026nbsp; this\u0026nbsp;is the\u0026nbsp;story\u0026nbsp;of\u0026nbsp;how it's\u0026nbsp; better\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;have\u0026nbsp;loved\u0026nbsp;than not back in my\u0026nbsp;high\u0026nbsp;school\u0026nbsp;days.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI\u0026nbsp;got a\u0026nbsp;call about\u0026nbsp;8PM later\u0026nbsp;that night.\n\n\"hello Go for\u0026nbsp;Roe,\"\u0026nbsp; I said into my\u0026nbsp;iPhone 5.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;heard\u0026nbsp;Jessie's light\u0026nbsp;voice\u0026nbsp;on the other end,\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey Roe sweetie, you\u0026nbsp;need to\u0026nbsp;get off that\u0026nbsp;Mac\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp; come out with me\u0026nbsp; and my\u0026nbsp;new boyfriend,\" she\u0026nbsp; started off with playfully, \"Oh and he's\u0026nbsp;really hot, plus,\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;think\u0026nbsp;he\u0026nbsp;might\u0026nbsp;have a\u0026nbsp;friend\u0026nbsp;for you\n\ntoo.\" she finished a little teasingly.\n\nThis\u0026nbsp;lovely\u0026nbsp;person here is\u0026nbsp;Jessie or\u0026nbsp;Jessica, though she\u0026nbsp;hates\u0026nbsp;her full name, she's about 5'5 with fiery\u0026nbsp;red\u0026nbsp;hair and\u0026nbsp;a\u0026nbsp;temper\u0026nbsp;to match. She's\u0026nbsp;such a\u0026nbsp;tomboy, we\u0026nbsp;met in 3rd grade, on the\u0026nbsp;playground\u0026nbsp;when\u0026nbsp;nobody pick me for kickball, so we\u0026nbsp;played\u0026nbsp;tag and have\u0026nbsp;been\u0026nbsp;friends ever since, Jessie being the first one I\u0026nbsp;came out\u0026nbsp;to in\u0026nbsp;7th grade,\u0026nbsp; her reaction was simply:\u0026nbsp;\"Oh my\u0026nbsp;God! Yes\u0026nbsp;Roe! I\u0026nbsp;knew it\u0026nbsp;from day one.\" Then\u0026nbsp;she\u0026nbsp;playfully slapped\u0026nbsp;me on\u0026nbsp;the\u0026nbsp;ass like\u0026nbsp;she\u0026nbsp;always\u0026nbsp;loves to\u0026nbsp;do.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI\u0026nbsp;gave a audible sigh at this\u0026nbsp;news, Jessie seemed\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;go through guys\u0026nbsp;like she does\u0026nbsp;shoes seeming to have a\u0026nbsp;new\u0026nbsp;'love of her life' every\u0026nbsp;other week.\n\n\"Fine, as\u0026nbsp;long\u0026nbsp;as the\u0026nbsp;friend\u0026nbsp;is\u0026nbsp;hot and he\u0026nbsp;better be Jess, not like that last one I went\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;dinner with\u0026nbsp;and just wanted in my pants...\"\u0026nbsp;I warned her, remembering\u0026nbsp;that\u0026nbsp;unfortunate dinner with that bastard\u0026nbsp;Patrick. He was on me\u0026nbsp;in under a\u0026nbsp;minute when we\u0026nbsp;got\u0026nbsp;back to my parents' place\u0026nbsp;after dinner. Had\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;push him\u0026nbsp;off\u0026nbsp;real quick\u0026nbsp;or\u0026nbsp;dad would have\u0026nbsp;come\u0026nbsp;in\u0026nbsp;with\u0026nbsp;something to kill the\u0026nbsp;bastard.\n\nanways ...back\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;Jessie\u0026nbsp;and her new boyfriend, I\u0026nbsp;grabbed a shower and\u0026nbsp; thrown\u0026nbsp;on\u0026nbsp; some\u0026nbsp;black\u0026nbsp;jeans and\u0026nbsp;a\u0026nbsp;grey shirt with the\u0026nbsp;spider-man symbol\u0026nbsp; , and my usual\u0026nbsp;silver necklace\u0026nbsp;with\u0026nbsp;a eagle\u0026nbsp;in\u0026nbsp;flight and\u0026nbsp;my two\u0026nbsp;silver rings, one\u0026nbsp; on my\u0026nbsp;index\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;ring finger on my\u0026nbsp;right hand. My\u0026nbsp;ear rings\u0026nbsp;always\u0026nbsp; in\u0026nbsp; place, a hoop,\u0026nbsp;slightly\u0026nbsp;above\u0026nbsp;that a\u0026nbsp;plain\u0026nbsp;stud, both sterling\u0026nbsp;silver, in my left ear .\n\nI'm\u0026nbsp;not\u0026nbsp;a muscular\u0026nbsp;guy\u0026nbsp; or\u0026nbsp; anything,\u0026nbsp; but\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;keep\u0026nbsp;fit\u0026nbsp;with\u0026nbsp;martial\u0026nbsp;arts\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;such things, I'm about\u0026nbsp; 5'6 in height, about 140 pounds\u0026nbsp;with\u0026nbsp;straight\u0026nbsp;brown\u0026nbsp;hair,\u0026nbsp;that matches my\u0026nbsp;eyes.. I guess\u0026nbsp;I can\u0026nbsp;be labelled as\u0026nbsp;a\u0026nbsp;gamer, my favourite\u0026nbsp;types\u0026nbsp; were\u0026nbsp;stealth\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;action games, like\u0026nbsp; the Splinter Cell series.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI heard\u0026nbsp;Jessie's\u0026nbsp;old beat up\u0026nbsp;1980s red pickup truck stop\u0026nbsp;in the\u0026nbsp;driveway just behind\u0026nbsp;dad's newer\u0026nbsp;2005 Nissan truck, the older pickup's\u0026nbsp;engine was\u0026nbsp;the type\u0026nbsp;you can hear a\u0026nbsp;mile way, a well maintained V8\u0026nbsp;engine.\u0026nbsp;She\u0026nbsp;shot\u0026nbsp;me a quick\u0026nbsp;text\u0026nbsp;of \"\"here'. I grabbed\u0026nbsp;my keys quickly,\u0026nbsp;put\u0026nbsp;them in my front\u0026nbsp;pocket\u0026nbsp;and of course, snatched my\u0026nbsp;iPhone 5 off the\u0026nbsp;charger as\u0026nbsp;I went\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;meet\u0026nbsp;Jess\u0026nbsp;and her boyfriend as well as hopefully a hot\u0026nbsp;guy\u0026nbsp;for\u0026nbsp;a\u0026nbsp;night\u0026nbsp;of\u0026nbsp;what\u0026nbsp;might happen.\n\nA large fire\u0026nbsp;crackled\u0026nbsp;in front of me as\u0026nbsp;I listened\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;Jessie making out\u0026nbsp;with Jonathan. His\u0026nbsp; hot friend and I just\u0026nbsp;sat\u0026nbsp;there awkwardly not\u0026nbsp;saying much, since all the\u0026nbsp;whisky\u0026nbsp;was\u0026nbsp;gone\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;I was\u0026nbsp;kind\u0026nbsp;of\u0026nbsp;tipsy, the hot\u0026nbsp;friend\u0026nbsp;turned out to\u0026nbsp;be AlexSage ,\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;from my 4th\u0026nbsp;period\u0026nbsp;math\u0026nbsp;class.\u0026nbsp;He\u0026nbsp;was\u0026nbsp;cute\u0026nbsp;from the description that\u0026nbsp;Jessie\u0026nbsp;gave me\u0026nbsp;earlier\u0026nbsp;on the\u0026nbsp;way\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;the\u0026nbsp;campsite,\u0026nbsp;of 5'6 in height\u0026nbsp;with\u0026nbsp;dreamy\u0026nbsp; blue eyes,\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; ,red\u0026nbsp;hair\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;boyish looks. \u0026nbsp;\n\nI heard\u0026nbsp;the\u0026nbsp;click\u0026nbsp;of a\u0026nbsp;lighter\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;the smell of\u0026nbsp;smoke\u0026nbsp;filled\u0026nbsp;my nose, Jessie just\u0026nbsp;about\u0026nbsp; ready to\u0026nbsp;roar and shout\u0026nbsp;at him, since she hated\u0026nbsp;smokers, he\u0026nbsp;must\u0026nbsp; have\u0026nbsp;hidden it\u0026nbsp;well\u0026nbsp;to get\u0026nbsp;past\u0026nbsp;that\u0026nbsp;strong\u0026nbsp;dislike\u0026nbsp;of\u0026nbsp;Jess's.\n\nI really\u0026nbsp;didn't\u0026nbsp;like\u0026nbsp;smokers\u0026nbsp;but\u0026nbsp;as long\u0026nbsp;as it\u0026nbsp;wasn't totally\u0026nbsp;in\u0026nbsp;my face,\u0026nbsp;I was fine with it.\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;stood\u0026nbsp;up\u0026nbsp;then\u0026nbsp;intending\u0026nbsp;to take\u0026nbsp;a\u0026nbsp;piss. Letting my\u0026nbsp;cane\u0026nbsp;snap into place, as I\u0026nbsp;started\u0026nbsp;walking\u0026nbsp;towards\u0026nbsp;the\u0026nbsp;trees.\u0026nbsp; A hand\u0026nbsp;grabbed\u0026nbsp;at my\u0026nbsp;arm holding me\u0026nbsp;back\u0026nbsp;suddenly, \"Hey umm...\u0026nbsp;Oh yeah, Roen,\u0026nbsp;where you\u0026nbsp;going off too?\"\u0026nbsp;Alex asked shyly, sounding a\u0026nbsp;little\u0026nbsp;scared to my\u0026nbsp;ears.\n\nAlex,\u0026nbsp;who was still\u0026nbsp;holding on to my\u0026nbsp;arm, as if he\u0026nbsp;didn't\u0026nbsp;think\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;could\u0026nbsp;go and\u0026nbsp;take a\u0026nbsp;piss in the trees\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;make it\u0026nbsp;back to the\u0026nbsp;camp fire by myself.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Just\u0026nbsp;going to\u0026nbsp;take a piss\u0026nbsp;in the\u0026nbsp;woods,\u0026nbsp;too\u0026nbsp;much whisky.\" I\u0026nbsp;replied, as\u0026nbsp;I felt Alex's\u0026nbsp;grip loosen, \"Oh... okay, sure.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;he\u0026nbsp; said for\u0026nbsp;all in the\u0026nbsp;world\u0026nbsp;sounding like\u0026nbsp;a\u0026nbsp;puppy\u0026nbsp;that was just\u0026nbsp;kicked.\n\nAs\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;continued onwards, soon\u0026nbsp;finding my way\u0026nbsp;to\u0026nbsp;what I\u0026nbsp;hoped\u0026nbsp;was out of sight\u0026nbsp;of the\u0026nbsp;campfire, unzipped\u0026nbsp;my\u0026nbsp;fly\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;relieved my bladder.\u0026nbsp;Zipping up\u0026nbsp;my fly\u0026nbsp;and wiping my\u0026nbsp;hand\u0026nbsp;on my jeans\u0026nbsp;before heading back towards\u0026nbsp;the\u0026nbsp; campfire, knocking a\u0026nbsp;few tree trunks with\u0026nbsp;my sides\u0026nbsp;on the\u0026nbsp;way. I\u0026nbsp;soon\u0026nbsp;heard Jessie's\u0026nbsp;voice raised\u0026nbsp;high, almost\u0026nbsp;shouting\u0026nbsp;at\u0026nbsp;Jonathan.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You're\u0026nbsp;going to\u0026nbsp;burn the whole\u0026nbsp;forest down you idiot, stop flicking the\u0026nbsp; lit\u0026nbsp;butts into the trees!\" Jessie was in\u0026nbsp;full on shouting mode now, I could hear Jonathan's hands\u0026nbsp;curling into fists, his\u0026nbsp;knuckles\u0026nbsp;cracking as he did so.\n\nI started running\u0026nbsp;as fast as I could,\u0026nbsp;hoping I could stop\u0026nbsp;what might happen,\u0026nbsp;I burst out of the woods, my breathing heavy\u0026nbsp;as I heard a loud\u0026nbsp;slap echoing through the\u0026nbsp;quiet trees.\n\n\"So\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;take it the\u0026nbsp;dates\u0026nbsp;over?\" I\u0026nbsp;asked\u0026nbsp;as\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;finally\u0026nbsp;reach the\u0026nbsp;campfire,\u0026nbsp;my cane\u0026nbsp;gripped in my hand\u0026nbsp;ready\u0026nbsp;to hit\u0026nbsp;Jonathan\u0026nbsp;upside the head\u0026nbsp;if\u0026nbsp;needed as Jessie spoke\u0026nbsp;in a low\u0026nbsp;voice towards\u0026nbsp;my direction.\n\n\"Yes\u0026nbsp;Roe, I think it is, so\u0026nbsp;let's\u0026nbsp;go.\" Jessie\u0026nbsp;said, as she started\u0026nbsp;walking\u0026nbsp; to\u0026nbsp;her truck.\n\n\"Oh\u0026nbsp;hell\u0026nbsp;no!\u0026nbsp;You're not leaving us\u0026nbsp;here!\" Jonathan\u0026nbsp;shouted.\n\nI could hear Alex\u0026nbsp;doing something,\u0026nbsp;maybe\u0026nbsp;covering\u0026nbsp;his\u0026nbsp;ears\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;singing to himself, \" la-la-la-la-la\u0026nbsp; I'm not hearing this\". I\u0026nbsp;think I heard\u0026nbsp;a rumour\u0026nbsp;his parents\u0026nbsp;fought all the time.\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;walked\u0026nbsp;over to\u0026nbsp;check on Alex, my\u0026nbsp;hand\u0026nbsp;finding a shoulder as\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;rested my hand there, \"You\u0026nbsp;okay\u0026nbsp;Alex?\"\n\nHe jumped then and fell to his knees,\u0026nbsp;scared at my touch. He stammered\n\nout\u0026nbsp;weakly in\u0026nbsp;reply, \"Yea.... yeah\u0026nbsp;Roe, I've\u0026nbsp;fine.\" he\u0026nbsp;stammered\u0026nbsp;in\u0026nbsp;reply.\n\n\"You\u0026nbsp;want a\u0026nbsp;ride back\u0026nbsp;with\u0026nbsp;Jess and me?\" I asked\u0026nbsp;him,\u0026nbsp;hearing\u0026nbsp;him\u0026nbsp;getting\u0026nbsp;back to\u0026nbsp;his\u0026nbsp;feet.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Uhh....I\u0026nbsp;don't\u0026nbsp;know,\u0026nbsp;Jonny\u0026nbsp;said he\u0026nbsp;give\u0026nbsp;me\u0026nbsp;a\u0026nbsp;ride back.\"\u0026nbsp; he\u0026nbsp;said quietly.\n\nJust then\u0026nbsp;Jonathan's\u0026nbsp;voice\u0026nbsp;broke through\u0026nbsp;our talk. \"You\u0026nbsp;find your\u0026nbsp;own way\u0026nbsp;home\u0026nbsp;faggot!\" He\u0026nbsp;yelled\u0026nbsp;seemly at the top of\u0026nbsp;his\u0026nbsp;lungs.\n\nOnce\u0026nbsp;more\u0026nbsp;a loud\u0026nbsp;slap landed\u0026nbsp;on\u0026nbsp;a cheek of the\u0026nbsp;jerk\u0026nbsp;and\u0026nbsp;I heard\u0026nbsp;Jessie's keys\u0026nbsp;inserting\u0026nbsp;into the\u0026nbsp;lock\u0026nbsp;of her\u0026nbsp;pickup, \"C'mon\u0026nbsp; Roe, Alex\u0026nbsp;let's\u0026nbsp;go already!\"\u0026nbsp;\n\nI smiled\u0026nbsp;at\u0026nbsp;Alex, taking his\u0026nbsp;hand to encourage\u0026nbsp;him\u0026nbsp;as he\u0026nbsp;and I\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;walked\u0026nbsp; to Jessie's\u0026nbsp;truck to\u0026nbsp;get\u0026nbsp;home.\n\n\"Hey\u0026nbsp;Jess, you know where you're\u0026nbsp;going?\" I\u0026nbsp;asked\u0026nbsp;settling into\u0026nbsp;the back\u0026nbsp; bench seats\u0026nbsp;of her\u0026nbsp;truck. \"Yeah,\u0026nbsp;I\u0026nbsp;picked up\u0026nbsp;Alex\u0026nbsp;from his\u0026nbsp;place, since Jonathan didn't\u0026nbsp;want\u0026nbsp;Alex in his\u0026nbsp;Charger.\"\n\nAlex\u0026nbsp;spoke\u0026nbsp;up, shyly\u0026nbsp;but\u0026nbsp;enough to\u0026nbsp;be heard. \"Can\u0026nbsp; I\u0026nbsp; ...?\" as he sat\u0026nbsp;himself beside me in Jess's\u0026nbsp;truck, \" Can\u0026nbsp;I stay\u0026nbsp;with you\u0026nbsp;tonight\u0026nbsp;Roe? My\u0026nbsp;parents don't\u0026nbsp;know\u0026nbsp;I'm\u0026nbsp;gay and\u0026nbsp;well... I'm\u0026nbsp;not\u0026nbsp;sure\u0026nbsp;how\u0026nbsp;they'll take it\"\n\nThe\u0026nbsp;sound\u0026nbsp;of old\u0026nbsp;truck's engine\u0026nbsp;kicked into\u0026nbsp;life just then as I\u0026nbsp;nodded\u0026nbsp;my head\u0026nbsp;at\u0026nbsp;Alex. \"Yeah\u0026nbsp;sure,\u0026nbsp;my\u0026nbsp;parents\u0026nbsp;wouldn't\u0026nbsp;mind at all.'\n\n\u0026nbsp;With\u0026nbsp;this\u0026nbsp;said\u0026nbsp;we\u0026nbsp;headed back to my place, the\u0026nbsp;truck hitting\u0026nbsp;every dip in the dirt road on the\u0026nbsp;way.\n\nJonathan\u0026nbsp;shouting\u0026nbsp;at the\u0026nbsp;truck's tail lights\u0026nbsp;all the\u0026nbsp;while as they receded into the distance.\n\n  \n  \n\n","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/363509-chapter-2-the-recovering-begins.json"}