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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins' Anthology { See Chapter Guide for Codes } [19/21]
Date: Sun,  8 Apr 2001 23:10:04 -0400
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                    the Michael Collins' Anthology

   Warning: This story contains frank discussions of a sexually
   explicit nature, and is intended for mature audiences only.

   Disclaimer: The persons depicted in this story are entirely
   fictional. Any similarities are completely coincidental.
   References to actual places, companies, or organizations are used
   strictly for artistic reference to provide realism. In other
   words, none of this is true.

   Copyright (c) 1999-2001 CyberCzar. You may download this story
   for your own personal use; but please don't share it with anyone.
   If you think someone else might be interested in this story,
   please forward their request to me.

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School

   The next morning, the doorbell rang again at the Collins' house.
   Much to everyone's surprise, it was Matthew who had already
   picked up Danny, and had stopped by to take Chip and Becky to
   school.

   "Is that Danny in the car?" Julie asked him, waiting for Chip and
   Becky to hurriedly get ready.

   "Yeah, go figure." he said.

   "So you two are friends, now?"

   "I wouldn't quite call it a friendship, yet. More like a
   professional acquaintence."

   "You're a trip." she said, yelling again for Chip and Becky to
   hurry.

   The two droids rushed to the doorway, backpacks in hand, and got
   in Matthew's car.

   Danny let the rear-door open for Becky, to sit in the back with
   him, while Chip rode shotgun this time.

   As the four got to the school, and walked up the sidewalk, Chip
   noticed Amy, from the bus yesterday, waving to him as they
   approached.

   "Hi, Chip!" she said all bubbly. "I missed you on the bus this
   morning."

   "Matthew Dawson gave us a ride."

   "Matthew?" she started to say, but before she could finish her
   sentence, Chip interrupted.

   "Not a word about his sexuality." he imparted.

   "Uh, ok. You're not, are you?"

   "Honestly, I don't see everyone's fascination here with everyone
   else's sexuality. No, I am not homosexual."

   "Cool!" she said, bouncing. "Want to go out Friday night?"

   "Where?"

   They continued to walk into the school, and to their respective
   classes.

   "I figured we'd catch a movie at Northpoint or something."

   "I'll let you know tomorrow."

   Chip and Becky made it through English class unscathed and with
   little exciting happening. Dr. Lawson gave the class some
   homework to read a poem by Walt Whitman and describe its meaning.

   Algebra was pretty exciting for the two, or rather the five
   minutes immediately preceding it was. One of the students got
   into a fight with another outside the hall, and as Miss Cutts
   went to break it up, she got punched in the face.

   The rest of the period was spent with the entire class chaperoned
   by the school's police officer on duty, who said and did nothing.
   One of the students was vocal about his confusion at the officer
   being present in the room since none of the students present were
   party to the altercation.

   Third period was Chemistry, and was also fairly uneventful. The
   teacher began reviewing the Periodic Table of Elements with the
   class, but the topic of the under-talk throughout the class was
   that of the altercation with the teacher earlier.

   Between third and fourth period, was the Carson twin's scheduled
   lunch. Having no need for food, the twins found an empty table
   and were reviewing their poetry assignment from English.

   When Danny exited the lunch line, he noticed the twins and came
   over to join them. Matthew was not far behind Danny in line, and
   came over and asked if he could join them, too; which noone
   objected.

   About five minutes later, one of the Junior Varsity football
   players and his crew, noticed Matthew Dawson enjoying himself,
   and the company of those he was with, and came over to start
   trouble.

   Instructed to avoid altercations, Chip and Becky didn't do
   anything when Ronny Palmer struck the back of Matthew's head with
   his hand. "How's it going, faggot."

   "Back off!" Danny said, pushing his chair back and standing up.

   "Danny-boy, whacha doin' hanging around with these faggots?"

   "Other than Matt, none of us here are gay, Ronny, as if it's any
   of your business, he's our friend. You got a problem with that?"

   "Yeah, I do, queer lover. I'll see you after school."

   "What are you going to do?" Becky said as Ronny walked off.

   "I'll have to fight him."

   Becky called Chip's cell-modem from hers so the two could talk
   privately.

   BECKY: CHIP, WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING.

   CHIP: I KNOW. I'M NOT SURE WHAT WE CAN DO, THOUGH.

   BECKY: I HAVE AN IDEA! HANG ON...

   Becky disconnected the call, and proceeded to call the school's
   main number.

   In the computer synthesized voice which was used when she made a
   voice call on the modem, she spoke with the woman on the phone.

   "Alpharetta High, how may I direct your call." the woman said on
   the other end.

   "Hello. Please connect me with your school's resource officer."
   she said, electronically.

   A few seconds later, a page was heard through all the speakers in
   the school. "Officer Dooley, please come to the office for a
   telephone call."

   "Becky," Chip said quietly. "What are you doing?"

   "Nothing! Honest!" she said with a grin.

   Back to the cell-call, "This is Officer Dooley, how may I help
   you?"

   Becky replied in her electronic voice, "This is an automated
   message. You are hereby informed that an altercation is planned
   to take place on your school's property this afternoon after
   school. An electronic recording was made of the threat and as an
   officer of the peace, you are required to act and prevent any
   such altercation from occurring. Press 1 to hear the recording."

   Like a moron, the officer pressed the number 1 key on his
   telephone. Becky couldn't help but chuckle when the policeman
   actually did press the number, and replayed the recording of
   Ronny's and Danny's conversation seconds before:

   "Ronny: How's it going, faggot?"
   "Danny: Back-off!"
   "Ronny: Danny-boy, whacha doin' hanging around with these
   faggots?"
   "Danny: Other than Matt, none of us here are gay..."
   "Ronny: ...I'll see you after school."

   In the wake of Columbine, and Matthew Shepherd, school systems
   around the country had a zero-tolerance policy when it came to
   school violence, and intolerances. Officer Dooley immediately
   recognized Ronny's voice after just finishing talking with him
   about another incident minutes before he entered the lunchroom.

   This telephone call, and the replay of events, was all the
   evidence he needed to arrest Ronny Palmer on conspiracy to commit
   assault, and charge it as a hate crime.

   "I don't think Ronny's going to be there after school today," she
   told everyone.

   "Why?" Danny said.

   "I made a wish."

   "Dude, I didn't realize how hard it was for you," Danny told
   Matthew. "Fuck, I'm not even gay, and I'm getting
   queer-by-association!"

   "It's allright. Thanks for sticking up for me."

   "Yeah, no sweat."

   The remaining periods were uneventful as well, including P.E.
   With Coach Hawkins this time.

   After PE was over, Chip, Matthew, and Becky walked to the back of
   the school where the student parking was at. A moment later,
   Danny appeared from another hallway and joined them by Matthew's
   car.

   "Hey, did you hear?" he said running up to Becky. "Ronny got
   arrested today!"

   "So there will be no fight?" she replied.

   "Nope. Apparently someone overheard his threats to me, and his
   comments to us during lunch and turned him in."

   "Interesting," Becky said, with a smile.

   "So, Dawson, anymore problems with Hawkins today?"

   "None at all," he replied, getting in his car.

   Chip rode shotgun again, while Danny and Becky shared the
   backseat.

   On their way home, Danny put his hands onto Becky's. "I really
   like you," he said.

   "I like you, too," she replied.

   "Cool," he said, squeezing her hand, then moving his arm around
   her neck.

   While they were driving, Chip received a call from Julie on his
   cell.

   "Chip, Michael and I have to stay late after work for a meeting,
   so we're planning on catching dinner and a movie afterwards.
   We'll probably be home around 10 or so." she said. "Tell your
   sister."

   "Ok," he replied, in his electronic voice.

   Chip turned around to see Danny slowly moving his head towards
   Becky's to give her a kiss and was about to tell her the news
   when turned back around. He'd tell her when they got to the
   house, he thought, since they'd both be in range to the wireless
   ethernet antennas.

   "Matt, Danny, do you all want to come over?" he said.

   "That'd be cool," Matthew quickly replied.

   Muffled, since Danny's lips were affixed to Becky's, he
   responded, "Uh, yeah; sure."

   They got to Chip's house, and he unlocked the door and let
   everyone in. Danny and Becky were no longer kissing, but they
   were holding hands as she escorted him inside.

   Once inside, Chip sent Becky a page using their wireless ethernet
   transceivers:

   JULIE CALLED - SHE AND MICHAEL WON'T BE HOME UNTIL AFTER 0300
   UTC.

   Becky smiled and gave Chip a wink, acknowledging the message. She
   and Danny went up to her room, while Chip and Matthew went
   downstairs.

   Becky's room was no where near as spartan as Chip's. With the
   help of Julie, she had transformed the guest bedroom into a
   typical teenage girl's room, complete with stuffed animals, and
   posters of N'Sync and Backstreet Boys on the wall.

   "Cool room," Danny said, plopping himself down on her bed. "You
   must really like purple," he commented, pointing to the purple
   comforter, pillows, and other items placed neatly throughout the
   room.

   "Julie helped me decorate it. It's very different from my old
   room."

   "What was your old room like?" he questioned, pulling Becky down
   onto the bed with him.

   "White," she said. "Very white, and sterile." making references
   to the lab where Chip and Becky spent their entire time before
   driving down to Atlanta.

   "Your dad sounds like he didn't take good care of you."

   "He did! It's just we didn't have a need for anything more at the
   time." she replied.

   "So what about your mom?"

   "We never knew our mom."

   "That's so sad. I love my mom very much." Danny replied, putting
   his arm on her shoulder.

   Becky could hear the sound of the generator starting up
   downstairs. She knew it was Chip and probably Matthew using
   Michael's servers.

   "That's good. I've heard that mothers are very important while
   you're growing up."

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