The Adventures of Stevie #18
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 11 in this story, in summer camp.
The Adventures of Stevie #18 "Love Is"
Dear Carlos,
Every week we have a boys and girls dance on the outdoor basketball
court, with music and lights and everything. There are folding chairs
under the hoops for people to rest. I was sitting there but not
resting. I don't think I ever rest even when I try to sleep. The pretty
girl who stared at me on the beach came up to me and stood waiting for
me to ask her to dance. I did. We danced. It was not like I expected. I
liked it! And her. Debbie. She has brown-red hair called auburn, brown
eyes with little bits of gold in them, and she really knows how to
dance. The fast dances like the twist were okay, but the slow dances
were great. I have to tell Cosmo he was right. Knowing how to dance,
even though I thought I wasn't any good, really does help. The other
campers were watching us. Debbie liked that. I didn't think it was too
bad either. Ha ha. My monster likes dancing close to her. I think she
noticed it but she never said anything about it. I like looking at her
very much, and I think about her a lot. So does my monster.
George and Harry didn't dance. They sat next to each other and talked
the whole time. They didn't look at the girls who wanted to dance with
him. I think I know why. I think they wanted to dance with each other
but didn't because boys aren't supposed to do that. I think it's sad
they can't act what is natural for them in front of other people. I
think I'm lucky, because I think I'm going to be bisexual when I grow
up. It's good because I will have twice as many people I can choose
from to love and do sex with than people who are only one way.
Jeremy was at the dance too. I saw him looking at me dancing with
Debbie. He looked unhappy about it. I decided to talk to him about it
next time I could. I did. I said "I think you are unhappy I like girls.
You don't have to worry about that. I like all kinds of people, but I
love you. I will always love you all my life. You are the first person
I ever loved that special way. I still love to dream you are hugging me
when I sleep. Whenever I'm sad I imagine your gentle arms around me and
I feel much better. There is only one first ever. That can never
change. We can't be together because you could go to jail for a long
time. I don't want that ever to happen! You know I'm going to love
other people too, but you have to remember you are always special to me
forever." He nodded and whispered "I love you too. I understand," and
hugged me tight and cried. I cried too.
Then the camp director I call Mr. Insane came in and asked what's
going on. Jeremy told him I was talking about a lost loved one and we
cried together to make it better. Mr. Insane said "Oh." We stopped
crying and Jeremy poked me and said "We're alright now?" I said "Yes"
and poked him back. Then he tickled me and I tickled him back. We
laughed together, then he got up and ran behind Mr. Insane to hide from
me. I ran after him and chased him around the director, trying to get
at him, laughing all the time. Mr. Insane was laughing too, then said
calm down, and with a big smile told me to go back outside and play.
I went outside but stayed to hear if they said anything about me.
Mr. Insane told Jeremy "Well done. You are going to make a very good
counselor." I was extra happy for Jeremy about what he said. I was
happy at how smart and quick Jeremy was about how he explained what was
going on. He didn't lie, but it wasn't exactly what he made the
director think it was. I didn't know I could love him even more.
I think it means love doesn't have limits.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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