Just A Little Bit Homo Pudge And Ronny: Chapter 18

I'm back to publishing my Accelerated Christian Education fan fiction on my blog, since I had been away from my blog for a few months. It feels so good to be back, especially since changing the blog's name from Atheist Journeys to AJ's Journeys, to reflect how I feel now. See the "ACE Gay Fanfiction" page at the top of this blog for more, or see my Deviant Art page here.



Ronny found it hard to concentrate at work all that week. Twice more he smashed his hand, and had many near misses.
One disadvantage to his line of work was that he often had time to think of other things while doing routine maintenance. Trouble-shooting wasn't all that bad, though with his amount of experience, very few problems stumped him for long.
What would he do if he was...? How could ever get used to that? Could he live with himself? Or worse, what if he was a bottom? Would he ever walk or talk the same, after he had taken a dick up his ass?
What if he became incompetent at work, or worse, got fired if his boss found out? No one wanted a nelly queer guy fixing their cars. He heard how the other guys talked and joked, and how he himself had talked, before...well, before Pudge had come back into his life.
He hated Pudge now. His dad had been right, all those years ago; Pudge was turning him into a fag.
This was going to ruin his life, he knew. Or at least change it into something he was sure he would not recognize, and make his life so much harder. He didn't even recognize himself anymore.
He couldn't be gay. He had liked girls all his life! He still did, in fact--at least, that's what he thought. But what if he was wrong? He had been wrong about not liking guys...right?
Unless he was mistaken about that, and just confused right now. But the reactions he had often had towards girls, had been the same that he had towards Pudge the other day, touching his wet cheek. And though he tried to think of women while shifting gears in the shower, someone else's face kept coming back into his thoughts.
And for some strange reason, he had not washed his hand all that day--the same hand that had Pudge's tears on it.
He knew what was happening, and the thought scared him: He had it bad for another dude. He wished he didn't know that Pudge was gay.
What scared him most of all, though, was the question of why he didn't realize this sooner. He wasn't sure which was worse: The thought that gay people couldn't change, which meant that he was this way all along and never knew; or the thought that they could, because he certainly was "changing" without his own consent!
"Surprise, asshole!" his body seemed to be saying, "You like dick now! Better practice your sucking technique!"
What other unpleasant (or worse, pleasant) surprises were in store?

On Friday an older man and his son brought their car in. The son was about Ronny's age and looked vaguely familiar, having a form of Down syndrome.
Ronny buried his face in his clipboard, trying to push out the thoughts that still plagued him. "Okay, so we performed a tune-up, and changed the oil, and I would recommend..."
"Ronny?" the younger man asked, slowly.
Ronny looked up, caught off guard. He stared at the man blankly, glancing over to the father. He didn't recognize either of them.
"It's Happy," the man said. "Hapford Humble. I went to Highland School."
"Oh." He remembered now. He wanted to forget. "Hi, Happy."
"You made fun of me," Happy said slowly, matter-of-factly, stumbling over a thick tongue. "You called me stupid. You called me terrible names. It hurt me."
Ronny did not meet Happy's eyes, but he could feel Mr. Humble's glare burning into him.
"I know," he said finally, swallowing the lump in his throat. "I'm sorry, Happy. That was wrong."
He ventured a glance up to them; they were both staring at him still.
"I wasn't a very nice person, then," he explained, his cheeks flushing.
"And now?"
"Well, now...I hope I'm nicer," he said, fidgeting. What could he possibly say, to take away what he had done to Happy? "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Happy? Buy you a burger? Beat somebody up for you? Or maybe...you'd rather beat me up?" he asked uncertainly, noticing how big Happy was for the first time.
Happy hesitated, not answering.
"Please, I'll do anything," Ronny prompted.
"Anything?" Happy repeated.
"Yeah, anything. Hit me right in the gut if you want," he said, setting his clipboard on the trunk of Mr. Humble's car and spreading his arms. Mr. Humble looked like he wanted take Ronny up on his offer himself. He hoped they wouldn't try to get him fired.
"Come to church with me," Happy said, obviously summoning all of his nerves.
Oh, shit. He had forgotten that Happy was one of THOSE people! He shouldn't have said that he would do anything.
"Uh...um, church and I don't really...get along too well," he tried to explain, shuffling his feet. "I don't really like church," he clarified, when Happy didn't answer.
"Then you can come to his Sunday School class," Mr. Humble spoke for the first time. "Happy helps teach it."
"But...isn't that for children?"
"Jesus said to have faith like a little child. I'm sure Sandy would have no problem with you sitting in." There was a slight challenge in his eyes.
"But I'm a grownup."
"So is Happy."
"Are you sure there won't be a problem with it...sir?" he added, trying to be extra respectful.
"I think there will be a problem if you don't come," Mr. Humble said mildly, a slight smile playing at his lips.
He WOULD complain to Ronny's boss, then, or worse. And Ronny had been horrible to Happy; he realized that now. A children's class, perhaps, wouldn't be as bad about the preaching, he told himself.
Ronny looked from one man to the other, caught in indecision. Finally, he picked up his clipboard and pen, preparing to write.
"What time?" he asked.