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A Case Of Jitters - 1. Jitters

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Hands clammy; heart hammering irregularly, and a cold sweat on the horizon, I feverously contemplate while maintaining eye contact with my reflection in the mirror if this was indeed a safe idea. I mean, how will I know if I’m doing it correct… what if he laughs at me. God-forbid what’d happen if I trample all over his toes by mistake. I pray to god that I don’t get a boner. Forget it… let’s hope that that doesn’t happen and that my plan works.

I suppose I look good… are my clothes sitting right on my skeleton, I don’t know why although I feel uncomfortable. What if my feet forget to move, or my legs give out when he smiles at me while we're dancing or what if… what if my breath stinks fowl. I have brushed my teeth two times now, plus I can’t help but notice that I’ve chugged half a bottle of mouthwash down the drain. God, I wish my acne was gone like some rotten, except I guess I have to persevere. I reckon it could be worse if I forget to speak somehow.

Running my fingers through my hair, afresh. I carefully mold it back into place. I have a reputation to maintain; the boys need to notice that I’m taking a girl out. Except I’m not taking a girl out. What is more embarrassing is that my parents have harassed me for an entire hour about how adorably cute I look. If anything, I feel nauseated. Plenty of times they have said that my button up shirt suits me and that the chino combination makes me look handsome. I forbid them to mention such a thing if I ever bring the girl or… a boy home. Which will lead to an entirely new set of rules itself? My mom would begin by stating unequivocally that the bedroom door has to remain open if I have a girl in my bedroom. That is a terrifying concept, having a girl remarkably close to where I perform certain rituals. But a boy hmm…

Sigh… I am beginning to sweat; it's time to raise my arms up again so that the moist doesn’t build up. Why do humans have to endure such a yucky obligation in the first place, it makes you smell and what boy or girl would ever like that. I hope I don’t stink like a Chinese massage parlor with all the deodorant I’ve put on.

My nervous are bouncing around in my stomach, and my chest feels like a bazillion bricks have toppled there. It took a lot of courage and confidence to approach Andrew and ask him out, the only gay kid I know. Now that I think of it I could have learned to dance properly. I should have begged my mom for lessons on how to dance, even if it meant dropping karate for a while. I imagine I am going to suck at dancing, I’ll resemble a limp noodle, and that’s when he’ll snigger at me at how goofy I move. Is it wrong that I’m weighing the pros and cons of backing out? I’ll pretend that a crayon became lodged in my nose and that I had to go to the Emergency Room. I have an excuse prepared for when Andrew calls me up requesting; wanting to know where the hell was I. I don’t believe I have the heart to do that, however, to bail out on him, that would be horrible. He definitely wouldn’t want to be my boyfriend then if I did that on him. Thank god for Sophia pretending that she is going with me. The sad news is I have to make an appearance with her at some point.

Raising my arm to look at the cheesy addition of a watch on my wrist that my older brother gave to me for the occasion, I glanced at the face of the silver timekeeper and noted that it was 6:30 pm. The reception is at 7:30 pm and, I told Andrew that I’d meet him at our homeroom at 7. The watch is slightly heavier than I expected it to be. Each time I draw my attention back to the mirror, I can’t help but notice a new flaw every time I study. I surmise I’ll be paranoid by the end of the night if I don’t calm the hell down and take a moment to rationalize what I’m thinking.

Is my hair okay…? Again, lifting my hands, I tenderly brush my fingers at the sides of my haircut and restart the entire process of scouring for pimples and straighten my clothes. Since the coast is clear from the last time I checked, I grant a sigh of relief, and for insurance, I affirm that everything will be okay. I suspect that whatever happens will come down to faith because my dad just beckoned for me. Dad asked if I wanted to leave now.

Catching a breath of confidence, I split from the sink with the mirror and started for the door. Cracking the bathroom door ajar, I paused, glimpsed back at the mirror to examine if everything was okay one last time.

Mumbling to myself, I chant, “don’t act awkward, don’t act awkward, don’t act awkward….” And like that, I exit the bathroom; now in a panic for leaving the mirror behind. My family anticipates at the bottom of the stairs, waiting to see me off.

Slowly, with a buildup of rattled terror emanating from my ribcage, I descended the levels. I hugged my mom goodbye. She was all welled up with melancholy.

I stopped shy of my brother, he gave me a fist bump, accompanied by a wink, “have an awesome night little dude,” he said.

A bashful surge of cutesy tingles erupted in my heart, my face flooded red, and I began to sense arousal. ‘Not now… already!’ I rebuked. Shifting my attention to dad, I gave him an indicator that I was ready, and we strolled down the path, onto the drive, and pulled away. My parents don’t know, and I indeed for it to stay that way.

As we drove, droplets of translucent rain impacted the windscreen. I sat slumped in the front seat with a case of what you’d call jitters. Dad was too busy paying attention to the road. All I could come to concentrate on was that I hoped tonight would make Andrew like me more than just a friend. That is the reason I asked him out; he is quiet, a cute guy that nobody pays attention to. The smart, nerdy boy with a lovely personality. The only thing is that we have nothing in common. I am not even sure why he said yes, but I am glad that he did. Now all I have to do is sneak off for a bit with him; I updated my playlist on Spotify with some slow songs. It'll be the first time we've met face to face because I haven't personally talked to him. I slipped a note into his locker. Please don't let him think this was a joke.

With dad stopped at a traffic light, he took a moment to look over at me.

“Jacob, sit up, you’ll get creases in your clothes," dad said.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I shot into a stiffened position and held myself like that, so my threads didn’t appear scruffy. We are close to the school now.

Dad asked absently with his eyes remaining on the road, “you nervous?”

The car navigated the corner and a couple of yards down the street we pulled up outside a busy drop-off bay. I looked at him nervously, giving him expressive eyes. Dad’s must have sensed something is off because he began to lean across, and place his hand on my shoulder. I reverted my head to the dashboard.

Dad drew in a deep breath and then spoke sincerely, “you’ll be okay…”

I looked from him to the school through the window, and like that, I sat up straight, shimmied in the seat. ‘Girls like confident, I reflected. Perhaps if act like that. Reaching out I pulled the lever for the door, and like that, I stepped out. The school bustled with life; unusually compared to class hours.

I took a step, and then another from the car. With a sigh, I contemplated. I presume I’m on my own from here on out. I just need to make it to the door, then from the front entrance to my homeroom. I was surprised that Andrew didn’t want me to pick up. I sent him more than on note; independent I guess… My heart fluttered, and before I knew what was what, I was within arm’s length of the door.

Shuffling under the LED lights, I cautiously blended with my peers. I offered greetings and made my way to the designated meeting point. I turned into the corridor and beheld, Andrew, stood patiently outside the securely locked classroom. I hesitated; he looks so pretty, and with a rush of emotional determination, I closed the distance.

When I came face to face with him, he smiled. My mind went blanket, and I forgot my name. Andrew rattled slightly too, in a modest way, a case of the jitters also. That was until I remembered my name.

Like a blabbering idiot, I said, "I... I'm Jacob."

Andrew smirked, "wanna ditch and get a burger and milkshake."

I grinned, I liked the sound of that.

I had this idea annoying me all day to write it, so I sat down I said what the hell. I hope you enjoy it, I had fun telling it. Comments are welcome as always :)
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What a shaky beginning! Very nervous and tenuous until Andrew say wants ditch with a smile. I loved this chapter but it ended to quickly.

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4 minutes ago, Bushman60 said:

What a shaky beginning! Very nervous and tenuous until Andrew say wants ditch with a smile. I loved this chapter but it ended to quickly.

Thanks lol; Yeah it may be short, but that's all I had in my mind. I pictured it as a short and nothing more. I assume I could writing something like it as a serial, who noses lol.

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I enjoyed it, more so I was very happy see something from you. With a beginning like that you can go any where. I wondered through out the last story how much of your writing comes from real life experiences, either your own or things friends have told you about. One thing for sure, you are really in touch with real feelings. I could feel, just how Jacob felt. As they say, been there done that, have the tee shirt.  I hope this will be a nice long story with lots of characters. You have my permission to take us on an enjoyable journey of young love. 

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13 minutes ago, OzLoGo said:

I enjoyed it, more so I was very happy see something from you. With a beginning like that you can go any where. I wondered through out the last story how much of your writing comes from real life experiences, either your own or things friends have told you about. One thing for sure, you are really in touch with real feelings. I could feel, just how Jacob felt. As they say, been there done that, have the tee shirt.  I hope this will be a nice long story with lots of characters. You have my permission to take us on an enjoyable journey of young love. 

Awha; thanks OzLoGo, its great to see a familiar person having a go at one of my other works. I haven't completely made up my mind with this one; I consider it complete but if people like it I might write the date and conclude it at that. I have a writing challenge going, personally to myself. The prompt was Dance, so I decided to write about a dance, but not have it about a dance lol. As to real life experiences, I draw inspiration from some real events from my past. I reuse peoples personalities and adapt things I see and hear into a story if I see the need to use them. However most of the time I create it on the spot. I was an awkward kid, I never went to a dance or teen disco in all my years, I guess I am writing the things I wish I had had the privilege to try but never tried. You are correct about being in touch with my feelings, emotions, and whatnot. I embrace all the moods as something wonderful comes with each. I know most people would look down at me when I say something wonderful comes from sadness, but many of the greatest content has been written in times when people have been in distress.  Not that I'm in distress, but being able to experience some of the emotions I have never felt, I simply put myself in the shoes of the character. 

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2 hours ago, D.K. Daniels said:

Awha; thanks OzLoGo, its great to see a familiar person having a go at one of my other works. I haven't completely made up my mind with this one; I consider it complete but if people like it I might write the date and conclude it at that. I have a writing challenge going, personally to myself. The prompt was Dance, so I decided to write about a dance, but not have it about a dance lol. As to real life experiences, I draw inspiration from some real events from my past. I reuse peoples personalities and adapt things I see and hear into a story if I see the need to use them. However most of the time I create it on the spot. I was an awkward kid, I never went to a dance or teen disco in all my years, I guess I am writing the things I wish I had had the privilege to try but never tried. You are correct about being in touch with my feelings, emotions, and whatnot. I embrace all the moods as something wonderful comes with each. I know most people would look down at me when I say something wonderful comes from sadness, but many of the greatest content has been written in times when people have been in distress.  Not that I'm in distress, but being able to experience some of the emotions I have never felt, I simply put myself in the shoes of the character. 

I commented in the Adam and Ross story that there were so many things in that story that caused flash backs to my own youth.  I found myself thinking the other day, why am I reading these stories. A friend comment, “ you just want to read all the juicy sex.”  I had to correct them. Most of the stories I read have very little sex and if there is, it doesn’t go into paragraph after paragraphs of inflated images.  I have been reading several books by an author, his sex scenes are usually, “they had sex”. It is not for the sex it is for the story line, the imagery, living someone else’s life through their thoughts and actions.  I have found that if we talked with each other more, we would discover our lives are much more similar then they are different. That’s why I get flash backs when I read your stories. You take from life and through your words you give us someone else’s life. It is enjoyable to see how someone else handles something you have experienced. So often you discover you did the same thing someone else did. Life is full of stories and I see you as a word smith who takes those stories and writes them down for us. This story, needs to go on. We can all imagine an ending but it would be more fun to see what you do with it.  Real name Larry 

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On 5/1/2018 at 10:44 PM, BabyXander1990 said:

Great story... hope there's more....please....pretty please....more...😁😁

You will be happy to know that I opened the story up for further expansion, thanks for the comment :)

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On 5/1/2018 at 11:33 PM, OzLoGo said:

I commented in the Adam and Ross story that there were so many things in that story that caused flash backs to my own youth.  I found myself thinking the other day, why am I reading these stories. A friend comment, “ you just want to read all the juicy sex.”  I had to correct them. Most of the stories I read have very little sex and if there is, it doesn’t go into paragraph after paragraphs of inflated images.  I have been reading several books by an author, his sex scenes are usually, “they had sex”. It is not for the sex it is for the story line, the imagery, living someone else’s life through their thoughts and actions.  I have found that if we talked with each other more, we would discover our lives are much more similar then they are different. That’s why I get flash backs when I read your stories. You take from life and through your words you give us someone else’s life. It is enjoyable to see how someone else handles something you have experienced. So often you discover you did the same thing someone else did. Life is full of stories and I see you as a word smith who takes those stories and writes them down for us. This story, needs to go on. We can all imagine an ending but it would be more fun to see what you do with it.  Real name Larry 

I believe everyone is alike and connected in some way or form to every individual. Even if you are not family personally, there is eventually somewhere down the line where family trees have to cross over. Perhaps it is safe to say that even if the familiar bond may not be there then maybe family have had some correlation with others that surround them. When I started out on Nifty, I adored the narratives that authors took the time to flesh out the characters and make them life-life. I have always had a fascination with entertaining people through story, if not personally speaking it, then making up my own versions of games such as hide & seek and so forth until they were drastically complicated like Dunguns and Dragons. From there my love for film developed for wanting to be behind the screen creating the visuals I envisioned into something for the entire world to see. I have been blown away by the narrative structures of some movies and video games at the simplicity of the messages they deliver in the rudimentary way the process was executed. For instance, I have an incredible amount of respect for the makers over at quanticdream the makers of heavy rain. That game was one of its first at a time, a revolutionary project, but the bond you developed with the characters brought video gaming to a new level for me. I assumed that if I were to tell stories for a living, that I would want ever experience to be as rich as that game.

 

A great deal of what I write is frequent of my imagination, although if I believe they are real then I don't think anybody else will have a problem reacting the same. I, of course, love the process with a passion, only it takes a great deal of time to produce. My mother often gets on my case suggesting I go outside for a while. When I tend to look up from the keyboard I come to find that it has been a week since I left the house because I have been in another world entirely lol. And my name is Daniel, everyone Danny, or as my pen name suggests it all lol. It's nice to meet you, Larry. :)

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Very nice. And the possibilities are endless.  What happened to the girl he was supposed to meet?  What about friends that knew he was going to be there?  Brother and families reaction?  So many questions that could be made into an awesome story.   Looking forward to more if you are going to make this into a series.  Thanks. 

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7 hours ago, glennish said:

Very nice. And the possibilities are endless.  What happened to the girl he was supposed to meet?  What about friends that knew he was going to be there?  Brother and families reaction?  So many questions that could be made into an awesome story.   Looking forward to more if you are going to make this into a series.  Thanks. 

Indeed there are a couple of roots to explore. I have decided to finish the night of adventure, I am to have it possibly 2, perhaps three entries in total. I have my big summer project in the works called T-shirt Weather and Even If We Tried, which has not yet come to GayAuthors, it will soon, however. EIWT is roughly the same length as As They Say.

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