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  Table of Contents

  Synopsis

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  About the Author

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  Synopsis

  Brendan Madden is in the midst of his senior year of high school and couldn’t be happier. He has a great group of friends, his pick of colleges, and he has recently come to terms with his sexuality. One night, he meets Mark Galovic, a gorgeous, younger classmate of his. In a matter of minutes, Brendan is hooked. As the friendship between them grows, Brendan reaches his breaking point when he spontaneously confesses his feelings to him. Brendan is shocked and elated to find out that Mark feels the same way about him. The two begin to date, but because Mark is not out, it must remain a secret. As their friends and family become suspicious, openly gay Brendan becomes increasingly frustrated with their discreet relationship, while Mark becomes more and more paranoid that they’re going to be found out.

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  Bottled Up Secret

  © 2014 By Brian McNamara. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13: 978-1-62639-266-3

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  Valley Falls, New York 12185

  First Edition: October 2014

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  Credits

  Editor: Jerry Wheeler

  Production Design: Stacia Seaman

  Cover Design by Gabrielle Pendergrast

  This novel is dedicated to my closest high school friends, with whom I will always share my favorite memories.

  Chapter One

  Kelly Clarkson is blaring in my car as I make a left onto Farrow’s Garden Path. This neighborhood is so big, it feels like a maze, but I’ve finally reached my destination. I pull into Kara’s driveway and patiently wait. No need to honk—she always sees my headlights through her front windows. About thirty seconds later, she walks out of her house with that half-smile on her face.

  “Hey!” I say as she opens the passenger door. “Do you hate that I’m always on time?”

  “Sometimes, yes!” She pulls down the car visor to look at herself in the small mirror. “My hair’s still a little wet, but whatever.”

  “Are you excited?!” I ask while reversing out of her driveway.

  “I know you are. Do we know if it’s going to be good?”

  As one of my best friends, Kara knows that she is required to attend all of my high school musical theater performances. Tonight’s show, however, will be different as I will be an audience member, not a performer. Leave it to my oldest sister to get married on the closing weekend of my senior year show. I’m still a little bitter I wasn’t able to be part of it, but I’m pumped to see what my friends have in store tonight.

  “I actually heard it’s really good,” I say. “And it’s 42nd Street—there’s bound to be some good dancing.”

  “All right, all right. Wait, Brendan, when is your sister’s wedding?”

  “Next Saturday. Ugh.”

  I’m thankful for my big family, but sometimes having five older sisters can be a little overwhelming. In the past few years, I’ve realized how much closer I am to my friends than my family. Maybe that’s normal for a seventeen-year-old. Regardless, hanging out with all of my relatives for hours on end at the wedding doesn’t sound too appealing.

  “That’s right,” Kara says. “But you’re not a groomsman…”

  “No, just walking her down the aisle. Oh! Are you still up for the cast party after the show?”

  “Yeah, I’ll do whatever. You drove, so I’ll leave the night up to you.”

  “Sweet. Reese and Kelly said they’d go too, so you won’t be alone.” I’m hoping they stick to their word because I’ll be preoccupied with my theater friends after the show. I don’t want Kara to be a loner at the party.

  A few minutes later, we pull into the St. Mary’s High School for Girls parking lot for the show. I sometimes wonder what going to school with all of my girl friends would have been like. Would they have distracted me more than all the eye candy that I have at St. Xavier, my all-boys school?

  “All right, let’s do this,” I say, suddenly getting nervous. For what, I’m not sure. “Reese texted me. She and Kelly are waiting in the lobby.”

  As I walk through the doors, I’m immediately impressed. The school has been working on the construction of a new theater for the past year or so, and it looks awesome. Tonight’s show is the first performance in it, yet another reason to be bitter about not being onstage tonight.

  “B!” I hear shouted across the room. Reese is walking toward me with Kelly trailing behind. Seeing them gets me even more excited.

  “Hey! What’s going on?” I say.

  “In the past five minutes, we’ve seen about twelve people we know,” Reese says.

  “Eight of whom we’d be happy if we never saw again,” Kelly chimes in. I swear, Reese and Kelly are like a comedy duo. We’ve all been friends since first grade, but those two have done everything together: Girl Scouts, swim team, student council. I wouldn’t say they look alike, but they do clock in at the same height, five-nine.

  “Oh gosh,” I say. “Earlier today I told Kara she better look good tonight because she’s going to see everyone she knows.” Before I can finish my thought, I see Mrs. Brewer, the mother of one of my classmates, walking toward me.

  “Brendan! How are you?” She’s actually a super-sweet woman and looks much younger than her age, due to her natural beauty. Her son and I were close friends when we were younger. You can tell a part of her wishes that he and I still hung out.

  “Hi, Mrs. Brewer. I’m good. How are you?”

  “I’m good. I always seem to find you in a swarm of women.” She laughs. I hear that a lot and never really know what to say. Even my Theology teacher once said something similar to me in front of the whole class. He saw me at a football game and couldn’t believe how many girls I was with.

  Like many gay guys, I’ve always felt comfortable around girls. I chalk it up to growing up with a house full of women. That must be why I get along so well with them. Maybe that’s partly true, but I could only tell myself that for so long before admitting the reason I only have platonic relationships with girls.

  It’s nice to have that burden lifted off my shoulders. Now if only I could get the courage to tell someone other than myself that I’m gay. It’s not like I have any romantic prospects in my life, so I guess there’s no rush in coming out.

  “I thought you were in this sho
w,” Mrs. Brewer continues.

  “No, my sister is getting married next weekend on closing night, so I wasn’t able to do it.”

  “Which sister?” she asks, always wanting updates on my family. I’m waiting for the “How’s your mom doing?” question. Even after six years, people are still concerned about her well-being following my dad’s death. I can understand that; the pain never really goes away, even for me.

  “Sarah,” I tell her.

  “Aw, good for her. That’s so exciting. Well listen, tell your mom I say hello.”

  “Will do.” I turn to my friends. “All right, are we ready?” The four of us find our seats and sift through our programs as we wait for the lights to go down.

  “You guys still up for the cast party afterward?” I ask Reese and Kelly with considerably less confidence that they’ll respond the way Kara did.

  “Yeah, I think so,” Reese says. “Will there be any cute, single guys there?”

  “Correction,” Kelly says. “Will there be any cute, single, straight guys there?”

  “Straight slash questioning, yes.”

  “Good enough,” Kelly says.

  “It will be fun, I promise.”

  Throughout high school I’ve always been the planner in my group of friends. I’ve been known to push people together, remaining optimistic that the night will turn into fun for all. Fortunately, I’m usually right. We’ll see how tonight goes.

  Boom! As the bass drum hits and the trumpets flare, the lights quickly dim. It’s showtime.

  *

  As the cast is taking their bows a little over two hours later, the crowd is on their feet, and deservedly so. The dancing, the singing, and most of the acting were top notch.

  “Go Natalie!” I yell to another member of our circle of friends as she comes onstage to take the final bow. As the curtain goes down and the crowd quiets, we scurry out to the lobby.

  “That was so good,” Kelly says as we wait for our friends to appear from backstage.

  “I know. I loved it. See, these high school shows aren’t so bad,” I say, knowing that this production is definitely superior to the ones I’ve been in.

  Chris is one of the first to appear from the double doors. He is a year younger than the rest of us, and is one of my only openly gay friends. It helps to have him as an example before I inevitably have to come out. The reaction from our friends regarding Chris has been really positive. This isn’t surprising considering most of them are in theater. They’re not the ones I’m worried about. My family is a different story. As Chris greets his parents, Natalie appears.

  “Good job!” I exclaim as she runs toward me.

  “Thanks. I expect a full rundown of your favorite parts of the show later.”

  “Obviously.”

  After hugging each of us, she moves on to her family while my friends and I make small talk with people we don’t want to see and straight out avoid people we really don’t want to see.

  “All right, Reese. I need an update on this guy you’re seeing,” I say.

  She’s eager to share. “Okay, he plays guitar, which is really hot, he owns a Vespa, and he refuses to call me his girlfriend.”

  Kara and I laugh while Kelly chimes in with her practical yet harsh opinion. “Yeah, and he has no plans to attend college next year so…next!”

  Unfazed, Reese continues. “Did I mention he has the most amazing jawline?”

  “Is he Mr. Right?” I ask.

  “He’s Mr. Right Now,” Reese says without missing a beat.

  I laugh. “All right, I vote that it’s time for us to head out. Thoughts?”

  “Please,” Kara says.

  Nights like this remind me how much I’m going to miss everyone when we go off to college next year. We’ve known each other for over a decade and have definitely taken our proximity for granted. Next year, we’ll no longer be able to drive five minutes to see each other. Our friendships will require real effort. Seeing who stays close to each other and whose friendships fade will be interesting.

  Before leaving the theater, I motion to Natalie and Chris to let them know we are leaving. Chris gives me a nod to indicate that he will be heading out soon.

  “So, what’s Andrew up to tonight?” I ask Kara as she and I walk to my car.

  “I think he’s just hanging out at his friend’s house.”

  It’s not that I’m not a fan of her boyfriend. I just think she can do better. They’ve been dating for about a year now, but I’ve only hung out with him a handful of times.

  Kara doesn’t bring Andrew out with us much. Perhaps because she knows he’s different than the rest of us. He’s on the shy side and never really initiates conversation. When I do try to talk to him, he’s very short with me. I guess I can understand if he doesn’t feel like being thrown into a room of outgoing, loud, sarcastic people he barely knows, but he should make an effort to get to know his girlfriend’s best friends.

  I lead the way in my car while Reese and Kelly follow closely behind. The party is only a few minutes away, and based on the number of cars on the street, we are among the first to arrive. For my friends’ sake, I tell them that we should wait in the car until more people get there. I’ll know most people at the party, but they sure as heck won’t.

  About five minutes later, we walk into the house and are immediately ushered downstairs into the basement. Perhaps we should have given it ten minutes. With a pool table to the left and a couch and TV in the distance, the partygoers still have plenty of floor space. I turn to my right and see a spread of pizza, snacks, and pop, which I will definitely be hitting up shortly.

  I immediately feel at home, mingling with my fellow thespians. The three musketeers, on the other hand, awkwardly move to the corner until they can get a good feel for the scene. I’m still impressed they all actually came to the party.

  “Brendan!” I hear from across the room. I see Cory, a girl who may or may not have had a crush on me junior year. A girl whom I may or may not have inadvertently led on. While I thought we were forming a strong friendship, she saw the situation a little differently. I sometimes forget no one knows I’m gay.

  “How’s it going?” I ask. “Great job tonight.”

  “Thanks. I wish you could have been in it.”

  “I know. It’s such a fun show. I enjoyed being in the audience, though.”

  “Hey, do you know if you’re doing any of the acting classes at the Buckley Center next year?”

  “Good question. They start in January?”

  She nods.

  “The Acting for TV class sounds fun but I’m sure it’s hard to get into,” I say.

  “I’m going to do the improv class. You should do it too.”

  Before we can finish our conversation, Natalie and Chris come down the basement staircase with Mark Galovic, a fellow classmate who, like Chris, is only a junior. Although I’ve never officially met him before, I’ve admired him in the halls plenty of times.

  The kid is beautiful. His dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and somewhat larger nose give him that European look. He’s an avid soccer player, so I can only imagine how good he looks with his clothes off. Other than being friends with Chris, I’m not really sure why he would be at this party. Plus, he and Chris aren’t super close—more just friends at school as opposed to weekend buddies. As the two of them head to get some food, Natalie and I meet in the center of the room.

  I’ve known Natalie since first grade too, and she’s probably my only friend who truly understands my sense of humor. If I tell an outrageous joke, she’ll call me weird but will then immediately take the joke to a new level.

  She likes to think she’s Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City. I have to admit they do have some similarities: short, same petite yet curvy body type, and even the signature long curly hair, although Natalie’s is jet black. Like Carrie, Natalie can also always come up with something witty on the spot.

  “Brendan,” she says with a serious face—well, as serious as Natalie
gets.

  “Yes.”

  “We need to talk.”

  “What’s up?”

  “Do you know Mark?” She slyly looks over her right shoulder to ensure he is not within earshot.

  “Technically, yes,” I say, curious to find out where she’s going with this.

  “Okay, his younger sister is in the show, so he came to see it last night.”

  “Okay…”

  “So Chris convinced him to come to the cast party afterward, and he and I flirted the whole time. We were dancing together, he told me I was beautiful, and then we exchanged numbers.”

  “Why am I hearing about this just now?”

  “So we texted today, and I told him that he should come to the party tonight, and here he is!”

  I’ve got to give it to Natalie. She is so funny and outgoing and makes amazing first impressions. Guys always respond to it. I do get sad from time to time because I don’t have experiences like this. The closest I’ve come to dating someone is when I had a crush on my friend last year. He’s even gay, too, but in the end I was too scared to tell him, so nothing happened. Still, it was nice to feel butterflies.

  As Natalie goes on about her night with Mark, I try to act interested, but not too interested. Remember, I’m still putting up a front. As much as I agree with her when she talks about how hot he is, I give a slight smile.

  “That’s so exciting,” I say, suddenly noticing Kara, Reese, and Kelly playing pool with a couple of others. I’m glad to see that they’re having fun. Reese motions for us to come over.

  “We’ll see what happens tonight,” Natalie says as we head over to them.

  “You want the next game with Kara?” Reese asks me.

  “Sure.”

  “Okay, you guys will play the winners of this round.”

  I notice that she and Kelly are playing against two guys who were part of the orchestra tonight. My friends look like they’re going to lose, but their opponent scratches on the eight ball, and they miraculously pull through. Now it’s my turn to dethrone them.