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[Sep. 10th, 2006|09:14 pm]
The King of Spain left Airy's house about the same time I left my room and we met in the street between our two houses. I started talking to him but he kept walking to my house and I had to follow.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"I'm you." He said.

"Yeah, I heard that one already. You aren't me. Who are you really?" I demanded.

"What's your problem?" He asked as he opened the front door and walked into our livingroom.

"You must think we are so stupid." I said.

He stoped, turned around and stared at me. I waited for him to say something, but I guess the stare was is turn in the conversation.

"Everything you know about me, about Professor Dimeter, about my mom, you could have gotten it all from the internet." I said.

"Could have, that's some proof." He said.

"Its pretty unlikely you could know how to use Instant Message the first time you ever saw it." I added.

"Unlikely, not impossible. Where's your proof?" He answered.

I was gettng mad the whole time but now I was really mad. I shouldn't have to proove I'm right to him. He knows I'm right. Sometimes when I get mad things just spurt out of my mouth that I don't really want to say. Like right then.

I yelled, "If you're me, why aren't you gay?"

We both took a breath and held it. His eyes got wider and his mouth kind of turned into a zero.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"What are you going to do?" I asked back.

"If you'll let me, I'll leave." He said.

"I think that's a good idea." I said.

Then I added, "Before my mom gets back from the store and I don't want to see you again ever."

"OK." He said, as if it were nothing. As if I was doing something hurtful to him and all he could do was take it. I hated that. There was no reason I should have felt guilty, hell, he was lucky I wasn't having him arrested.

I went back to my room and closed the door. I looked at a book but didn't read it. I meant to, but I was listening for him walking around, getting his things and going out the door.

When I was listening I thought for sure he was taking valuables. There are plenty of them in the house. Figures and silverware and all kinds of stuff, but I checked after he left and nothing was gone but him and his stuff, not even a CD.

After I was sure he was gone I went back over to Airy's house.

Airy's mom answered the door.

"Airianna is upstairs in her room." Her mom said.

I'd know Airy for years but I never really new her. I mean, I never knew until right then that her name was Airianna. Her parents are kind of hippie, I thought they named her Airy.

I knocked on Airy's door and then walked in. She looked pretty sad.

"He's gone." I said.

"I know." She answered.

"He wasn't who he said he was." I said.

"I know what he was." She said.

"Did he say anything about me?" I asked.

"Like what?" She asked back.

"Nothing, nevermind." I said.

She came over and hugged me, sniffing like she'd been crying but wouldn't cry in front of me.

"I'm going to miss him." She said.

"I know. I'll miss hm in a way too." I confessed.

From Airy's windows I saw my mom's car pull around the corner. I left Airy to get back into my house before Mom pulled into the driveway.

I told her that Mavin was gone but I didn't tell her why, I just said he had his reasons.

Then Mom was sad too.

I made myself a bowl of Life cereal for dinner and now I think I'm going to turn in. You know, just go to sleep early. After I finish this entry that is.

I've been unsure about it for a while. Really I think, since I was eight or nine. I've been getting a little surer as time went on but I didn't want to think about it so I didn't. I'm sure now. I've only told one person and its a person I don't know and won't ever see again, but I kind of feel good about knowing, like its not the bad thing I thought it would be. I'm OK with being gay. What I'm not happy about is being right about The King of Spain.

The truth is, I wanted his story to be true.