(Dante) Chapter One ~ The Meeting

Dante meets David for the first time, what will his first impression be?

 

“Dante will you go to the back and get the empty boxes then bring them up to the front will you?” My boss Mr. Demos asked me.

 “Yeah sure no problem. Do you want all the boxes?”

“No, just bring up about half of them. Then if we need any more then we’ll bring the rest up.” So your probably wondering why we need empty boxes. Well because Mr. Demos decided to move his store to a better neighborhood. Mr. Demos owns a small bookstore and at the moment business is going really well for him, so he decided to not only go to a better location but to get a bigger building. So now we haft to pack up all of the books in the store in preparation for the move. When I got to the back I realized just how many boxes he had ordered. ‘Holy crap what was he thinking ordering this many?’ I wonder. I decided to take about a quarter of them. When I got back out there he was already ready to start putting the books in to the boxes. If there is one thing that I have learned about Mr. Demos is that when he starts something he wants to finish it that day. It doesn’t matter how much there is to do, he want to finish the same day that he starts it. “Dante, the moving truck is going to be coming tomorrow at 9:00 in the morning. Do you think that you could come in and make sure that they get every thing moved out?”

“Yeah, sure I can come in. Is it just one truck?”

“Yes, I won’t be able to come in tomorrow. Do you think that you will be able to handle it on your own?”

“Yes sir. Is there any thing else that I need to know?”

“Nope I think we covered it all. Now let’s get these babies in to the boxes.” It took us almost five hours to get everything packed.

“Is that everything that needs to be done?” I ask Mr. Demos in an exhausted voice.

“Yes were done here for today. You know Dante for a 16 year old boy; you’re very dedicated to your work.”

“Yeah, well my mom always told me and my sister to always do something that we love and one of the things that I have always loves is books. So naturally I would be dedicated to something that I love.”

“How is your mother doing these days? I haven’t seen her in awhile.”

“She’s doing fine.”

“Also how are your grades in school?”

“All A’s and B’s, somehow, high school only seems to be getting harder every week.”

“Yep, it was the same way when I was in school.” Mr. Demos was always like this. He always wanted to try and relate to me or some of his customers. He was nice; he was also the first man that I had a crush on. When I started working for him he was 27, so he wasn’t too old, but he was married. “Well we should be getting out of here, long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah your right. Well I see you in a couple days Mr. Demos.” I said as I got my bag out from behind the counter.

“See ya’ kid.” After he said that I left for home. Now I haven’t told any one that I was gay. I mean how could I. I didn’t know any one that thought anything good about gay people. My mother always told me that they were the worst type of people. She always told me that she wanted me to grow up and marry a nice woman and have like two or three kids. If I had my way she would be more accepting of gay people, but that will never happen. ‘Hm’, I wonder what my dad would say if I told him?’ Now I haven’t even begun to talk about my dad. There is one reason for that, we have never seen eye to eye on anything. He wanted me to go and try out for the football team, or the soccer team, but I have never been one for playing sports. Watching them yes, playing them no. When I told him that I didn’t want to he got mad and stormed out of the room and didn’t talk to me for at least a week. Now I’m not complaining, I have never really gotten along with my dad so not taking for a week wasn’t that bad.

As I was sitting at the bus stop I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even realize when some one sat down next to me. “Hey.”

“Huh?” I sort of jumped when he talked, like I said I had no idea that he was there.

“I asked if you knew how much longer it’ll be until the bus gets here.”

“I don’t know I think it’ll be another 15 to 20 minutes, we just missed it a few minutes ago.”

“Damn, I tried to get here on time.”

“Yeah, same here. Are you new in town?” Now first, I can’t really talk, I mean I live in Las Vegas, Nevada, so he could have been here his whole life and I wouldn’t have known it. But the way he was acting, kind of told me that he wasn’t from around here.

“Yeah, only been here a few weeks so I’m still trying to learn the bus schedule.”

“Yeah took me a while also, where’d you move from?” It’s not like I really cared, but the way that he was looking at me told me that he really wanted to get a conversation going, and I had nothing better to do. So I’ll see where this leads.

“Los Angles, California. Before you ask why I left LA it because I really didn’t like it there, I can’t really say why but I didn’t so I left.” For the first time since he sat down I looked up at him. He wasn’t that bad looking; I think that I would go so far to say that he was very handsome. He had short black hair, beautiful blue eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips. His face had a well defined look to it. It’s actually hard to explain. I really couldn’t see his body too well; he had on one of those really big, fluffy coats on. ‘Damn, I need to stop this, what if he sees me looking at him and gets freaked out.’ I think while I look away from him. “So how long have you been here?” He asked.

“Huh, oh, all my life.”

“And you are how old?”

“Oh sorry, I’m sixteen. And can I ask how old you are?” I asked out of curiosity alone.

“Twenty-two, I’m sorry I don’t think that I asked your name yet. So what is your name?”

“Dante De Luca and you are?”

“David Mustang, nice to meet you Dante.” He seemed nice and for all I knew he was.

“Yeah nice to meet you to.”

“So, what type of music do you listen to?” He asked, obviously trying to start a conversation. Something that I apparently failed in.

“I love rock music. And you?”

“The same, who’s your favorite band?” He asked.

“Three Days Grace and Bullet for my Valentine and you.”

“Bullet for my Valentine and Liken Park.” When he said that we got into a discussion about our favorite music, movies, and actors. Conveniently he never brought up any actresses, I was very thankful for that. It’s not that I don’t like girls; it’s just hard to talk about them like normal boys do. All too soon for the both of us the bus came. After a short bus ride I got off at the bus stop just up the road from me. ‘Wow he was nice, and we had a lot in common. Wow listen to me I sound like a chick. O well its true though.’ I thought as I got up to my front door and went in. “Hey mom, I’m home.”

“Where the hell have you been? You’re late!”

“Sorry mom, I missed the first bus and had to wait for the second one.”

“Fine now get up stairs change clothes and then come down for dinner.”

“Okay.” Not much happened that night. Mom was trying to get me to ask some girl at school out. Dad was ignoring me as usual. And my little sister was going on about how this girl at school told her that she was the stupidest girl at school. Once I was done eating I went up stairs and went to bed. ‘Damn I really wish mom would stop bothering me. It’s getting on my last nerve, o well nothing I can do about it now.’ I think as I fall asleep.

 

Author's Note

I'm sorry if the cussing bothers you, but I feel like it needs to be in here. Also the picture that I am useing I don't own.