[SiaSiaSia]

In a parisien school, David walked into class five minutes early only to be ignored - as was the custom - by his peers. He scanned the room. The more distinguished Jean-Paul with his girlfriend Simone, talking to Immanuel. René, nearby, surrounded by the more attractive girls of the class. David took a seat as he usually did - at the back - and sat there until the bell. No one spoke to him. No one ever did. The year before, when he'd transferred from a school in Scotland to central Paris, his peers laughed at his - frankly, poor, - french accent. He also lacked the flair which the others had in abundance. He was big whilst the others were slight; he was unattractive, whilst the majority of his class were not.
As their first lesson started he stared at the blackboard and his teacher. His teacher was ugliest man in the world - if not all history. His nose was red, unattractive and large; his face discolored and his stance, unimpressive. But he was loved by certain students. Alexander and Paul at the front, for example, sat there and idolized him. David wasn't really keen.
But today, a new boy entered the room. Thin, not attractive, with light blue eyes and a somewhat distinguished air. As the teacher announced his name, David fell in love.
And that is where the story starts.

[SiaSiaSia]

"Sia i love that story so far babes!" -Loukas
"Sia write more.
I want to read more of it.
I'm opting for a Bromance between Davd and New guy with a pleasing name. " - Jen

[bronaaaa]

Ohh I like it

[SiaSiaSia]

Teacher made John sit next to David. David was astounded as he walked towards his desk and sat down. Was it right, he thought to himself, to feel like this? His heart had started pumping and his hands were sweaty. John looked at David with little interest, and sat, composed. Teacher told the class that John had been moved from an English school to be with his mother, whom had recently been taken to a Parisien hospital for Consumption when she was visiting France. Through the lesson David's thoughts were occupied with strange fantasies and strange feelings he'd never encountered before.
"I'm David" he had said to John as the lesson ended. John stared at him;
"Hello." (Even his French had an aristocratic air.)
"I moved - I moved here a year ago and I - I uhm..." David was finding it hard to talk. Already René was feigning an interest on the new boy from the other side of the room, and approached.
"Hello, John was it?"
"Indeed... who are you?"
They started talking, and David walked away. He'd had his first chance at a friend for the first time since he had moved to this wretched school. He kicked a brick outside the classroom, but immediately started whining in pain. As he sat down he started to think. The surge of love that he'd felt, his nervous demeanor, the sweaty palms... It had to mean something. But, not in that way. David just wasn't like that. The amount of times he'd thought of Simone proved that. At least, he thought it did. He thought of Teacher and Alexander. No, he definitely wasn't like that.

[Jen]

Aww... David is confused.

I love it Sia. More please?

[SiaSiaSia]

After lunch, David sat again in his seat, expecting John to be with René. But he wasn't; he was simply sitting, staring at the blackboard, with no one in the class room. David already felt a lump rise in his throat which he'd been arguing against all lunchtime.
He sat next to John and this time it was John who spoke.
"You left me." He said quietly. "Teacher said you were going to show me around."
"Oh uhm. I'm sorry about that. I uhm, presumed. With René and all...."
"René?"
"Yes. The person you spoke to,"
"Oh, yes. Capital fellow, but he left a few minutes after."
"Oh... I'm sorry. I didn't realize."
John looked at David and forgave him, and they started to half an amicable conversation. David was to show him Paris tonight and the school tomorrow. David smiled as Paul walked in the room. Paul had always been relatively nice to David - well, he didn't make fun of him, anyway - and Paul introduced himself to John. John seemed rather overwhelmed with the attention.
That afternoon, David and John left to explore Paris. As they strolled through Montmatre John looked in disgust at the architecture and the dark, drab scenery, and went to a Cafe. When they were there, they spoke for hours. About everything. Well, John talked. David gazed and agreed. That evening, David already knew that John was special.
But John was only going to stay until his mother recovered.

[bronaaaa]

=o
Oh dear I bet it'll ebe a sad ending

[MrGaryy]

i love how this has gone to Sia's Stories, to Sia's short stories to Sia's Story.

[SiaSiaSia]

A week later, and David knew he was in love.
In lessons, David became increasingly promiscuous and touched John at every opportunity; trying to brush his leg in lessons for example. They never said anything about the friendship developing but David concluded that he must feel the same; at least, John invited him to his house on the Friday evening.
David and John walked to the house, David in anticipation; John in his clear, slow way. As they reached the house, John did something he had never done before; he touched David. Only to lead him into the house, but he touched him. David felt ecstatic. As they entered the house, a dark skinned servant entered the door and visibly flinched at John. David was confused, but as the evening progressed David saw a different side to John which he tried to ignore.
John lead David through the rooms of ornaments and paintings; "my other home" he'd remarked. He explained how his house in England was large with a grand ballroom, and the King had even visited it once. After about an hour of exploration, John called for drinks; hot mulled wine for both.
The old servant took about 5 minutes to fulfill his orders. She was old, and David was not bothered, with his enormous girth he would not have managed much quicker. He had been admiring the mirror of the sitting room as the servant entered, and saw John approach her in the mirror. He could hear a cold hissing of John almost shouting at the servant.
"How long did it take you?"
"Sir... there was a lot to carry sir.. and uhm...". John tipped the tray of tea onto her body as she sobbed.
David, who had seen the events in the mirror, stood there and didn't know what to do. In the end he said nothing, as John smiled at him and walked closer to where he was standing, as the servant went to fetch "the new drinks"

[SiaSiaSia]

TO BE CONTINUED.

[SiaSiaSia]

As the evening progressed, David tried to ignore the new side of John he had discovered. John was so.. so rude to all the servants. David had always learnt to be nice to people... to respect them. John obviously hadn't.
A week or so later, it was almost certain their relationship was progressing. John took more opportunity to touch or gaze at David in lessons (this was not particularly frowned upon amongst the class; many had seen it all before, from Jean-Jacques and Rene to Teacher and Peter.)
Again, David was invited to John's house on the Friday, and as they entered the house David felt John close behind him, breathing on his neck, and turning their relationship sexual.
Over the following week the sexual acts which took place were numerous and great which could fill up a range of explicit pages; but unfortunately the relationship ended abruptly.
John's mother died.

[SiaSiaSia]

John was to move back to England. David was beside himself.
John had not appeared in school for several days, and when he had announced the news, his aristocratic flair had dissapeared. No longer was he the love-lorn teen enraptured by the blossoming love affair between David and himself. A certain hardness had been brought to his eyes.
"I'm to move back to England," He had said to David. It was remark without passion; it could have been that he was commenting on the weather. When David heard the news he broke down into, (must I say it) a fit of hysterics.
In the midst of a Parisien Street David started to scream
"HOW can you LEAVE ME?" he screamed. That was all he screamed, continuously. Or maybe he had said it once, but it was continuously ringing in John's ears "... I love you."
The people of the street turned around and looked strangely at the unfurling scene. John took David to a side street and set him down.
"I don't love you. I never did. You were a social experiment to me."
and with that he walked off.

David, too overcome with emotion, could not bring himself to follow John.
At only 16, he had had, and lost, the greatest love of his life.

[JOSHUAH!]

It sounds really grand, the style of writing, the setting, the language!

Can't wait to read more Sia this is good stuff!!

[SiaSiaSia]

Originally posted by JOSHUAH!
It sounds really grand, the style of writing, the setting, the language!

Can't wait to read more Sia this is good stuff!!

aw that made me smile loads

[bronaaaa]

bump, I liked this

[SiaSiaSia]

ioooh i should continue this really, i totally forgot

[Damaris]

Ahhhh Sia this is lovley.

I love the style of your writing and i hope John wasnt using David he actually loves him!.

I love it please carry on!!!

[SiaSiaSia]

Originally posted by Mambo
Ahhhh Sia this is lovley.

I love the style of your writing and i hope John wasnt using David he actually loves him!.

I love it please carry on!!!

LOL thankyou
I may carry it on... I could start something new entirely... we'll see how the wind blooows
I'll have a look tommorrow, I can't even remember what has happened

[Damaris]

Originally posted by SiaSiaSia

LOL thankyou
I may carry it on... I could start something new entirely... we'll see how the wind blooows
I'll have a look tommorrow, I can't even remember what has happened

Make a thread called Sia's short stories and have story times every weekend or something XD

[Braden]

this is some good shizzle

[SiaSiaSia]

totally forgot about this!
might start a new one :P