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Realistic or Modern Turning the Pages of History

Friday was here and Josh was still feeling like an idiot.

Last night, he was packing bag for spending Friday night. He was in the middle of it when he groaned. He looked back at Blaine who might have wondered what was wrong, "Why am I packing to spend the night? At my own house?" Annoyed by his own foolishness, he immediately put the packed clothing away. "I'll just change clothes at home and use one of our spare toothbrushes. Stuff like that."

Josh had set his alarm clock for an earlier time so that he could go to the gym this morning instead of this afternoon since he was going to be busy. Same routine for a guy who likes routine. Gym, shower back here, and then get dressed. Today, he wore tan corduroy pants. For a top, he wore one of his Henley shirts. Best when I can't make up my mind if I want to wear a tee or a button shirt. This one was olive green and had short sleeves. Josh didn't much care for shirts with long sleeves.

Josh day passed by well and he had daily lunch with Santiago and Flynn. He had wanted to bring Blaine along so the four could eat together, but the timing hadn't worked out so far. Flynn was stunned, "Homesick? Already?" Josh shook his head, "Not really. I told Blaine about my cooking, and we agreed to head to my place so I could make him something. We're having salmon with risotto and Brussels sprouts." Santiago approved of the menu, "We eat lots of fish at our house with chicken every now and then. Beef rarely and only when we go out to eat. Makes it muy especial." Flynn asked, "Are you going to make it in time for the movie tomorrow night? Don't want to miss Close Encounters of the Third Kind." Santiago grinned , "Yea and miss Richard Dreyfuss make the mashed potatoes mountain. Downer scene, but it's the one I remember the most" as he fingered his owl pendant necklace.

As soon as Josh's last class was over, he made a beeline to the dorm and to his room. He appeared and Blaine appeared all ready to go, "Come on, come on. It's 1515 hours." Heading to the parking garage, they came upon Red Tundra which could use a wash soon. Josh mused, "Dude needs a bath." He petted his truck like a beloved pet, "Don't you?" Looking at Blaine, "I like to handwash him." He opened the doors and climbed in helping Blaine with his overnight bag, putting it in the backseat. He set his phone in the holder and away they go.

Red Tundra ambled down the road out of Sutter until they connected with the freeway. Thus began the long journey home. For the next three hours, they made small talk every now and then. Nothing too serious, just a general assessment of how their first week at school went. Throughout, they were accompanied by what Josh called the buddy playlist. It was a list of 180 songs that were the favs of Josh, Brett, Trevor, and Dave. Listen to Josh's 80's pop music like Journey and Duran Duran, Queen, various J-Pop boy bands such as Uverworld and Nova Dream, movie soundtracks too. Listen to Brett's songs from the 60s and 70s such as those from Creedence Clearwater Revival, Bee Gees, Steppenwolf and Yes mixed with songs Broadway and Opera including his rare public singing performances. Listen to Trevor's Metal bands like KISS, Metallica, and Iron Maiden. Listen to Dave's Country selections like those of Johnny Cash, Dolly Parton, Kenny Rogers, and Willie Nelson.

Eventually, as the sun began its fall, recognizable sights were being seen. Off in the far distance, the skyline of downtown Houston. Josh said, "I'm getting off here. Scenic view." The street that the truck now was on, Mitchell Drive, was a large street which was one of the longest in the city. He spoke like a tour guide, "To your right is Paco Tacos. Cheap but excellent taqueria. Me and my bros would go there during off campus lunch. They only do tacos and enchiladas." A couple of blocks away and with an inflexion denoting pride, "Also to your right, my school."

Here is Josh's alma mater: St. Isidore High School. Here is the original building in the front and those added over the years to the sides. On the corner, near the street, is a brick sign bearing the school's name. Behind it are the flags of the US, Texas, and the school itself. Facing Mitchell Drive is the football stadium. Atop the announcer booth bears the sign (Home of the Ravens). Signs attached to the back of the bleachers are signs noting prior state championships. There was the one from last year and then nine year before that, then prior ones. Make a turn. Nothing much to say about this street except, "Down that street, St. Martín de Porres, the church I go to." Make a turn.

On this street, Fletcher Blvd, there were a plethora of business including plenty of eateries of all kinds. To a guy whose nickname is Jaws, it must seem like paradise. Red Tundra passed a wooden apple-shaped sign on an esplanade, "We are now entering Appleseed Park." Make the final turn. This was Newton St. The house slowed to a stop in front of the sixth house on the right. "We're here."

The Nakayama house was a single-story home made of limestone brick. There was a patch of garden on the side next to the corner window and a planter box facing the house next door. Some grass, then another planter box. A series of three windows. Below these were the blooming rosebushes tended by Tomokazu Nakayama, Josh's father. A red mailbox nestled in a smaller patch of garden with two garden flags: the Stars and Stripes of America and the Hinomaru of Japan. A red iron door in front of a wooden door which was also red. The house was painted a sky blue and had a trim of cobalt blue. A white carport above a double driveway. Just Tosan's SUV so far. Mom's running late today. Inserted into the grass was a new and short-term addition. It was a political sign (Elect Chet! For Mayor). Connecting all the houses was a sidewalk.

Josh got out and opened the passenger door for Blaine. Walk up the pebble path up to the door. Josh got out his keys and opened the door. Next to the door, it was necessary to pause. was a cubby. There were slots with labels in English and Japanese. (Mother), (Father), (Ryota), and (Visitors). Josh removed his sneakers, but them in his cubby, and put on his slippers. To Blaine, "You can keep your socks on." Around the corner, to the right, was the den. His nostrils wavered. I smell food. No. It can't be. I said I was going to make dinner. He heard for the accompanying sounds. No. No cooking. A male voice whose Japanese accent had softened some during the past 30 years, "Ryota? Is that you?" Josh replied, "Yes Tosan along with Blaine."

A man with short hair appears from around the corner, "No. I didn't start cooking. I just left everything on the counter." He was slightly taller and, in his youth when he was on his high school kendo team back in Ibaraki, he had a toned body. It was still there for the most part, but older. Not as muscular as his son if they were the same age because in terms of musculature, Josh was an Ishida man. His uncle and grandfather had physiques similar to his when they were his age. The older Nakayama said, "It's nice to meet you. My son's been talking about you a great deal." He took Blaine's hand and shook it, "We'll talk soon over dinner." To Josh, "Your mother should be home in about 30 minutes."

Josh took Blaine away from the kitchen and towards the rest of the house. The left led to the master bedroom with bath and to the home office which was used mostly by his mom. To the right were the other rooms. They go that way. Josh said, "There's the bathroom on the left. As you can see, I like frogs a lot. That's why Dave usually calls me in his Kermit voice. On the right, is the media room." Wooden saloon doors led inside. It had a couch with a fold out bed and various movie posters. Here were shelves of books and DVDs and video game cases. A large TV. The end of the hallway where they come upon a door with a wooden sign bearing the name of Ryota in Kanji. Open the door.

It was a large rectangular room painted a pastel orange color with a walk-in closet. There was an odd nook near the door opposite the full-sized bed. The nook was four foot high x four foot wide x ten feet long. The floor was cushioned. It was assumed that this was a place where Josh liked to relax and recline while reading a book or something like when he didn't want to be on his bed. Yes, but it is a bed when I want to sleep in my full wolf form.

Above Josh's bed was a framed poster of Yutaro Takeda with shirt mostly unbuttoned revealed a firm chest. Adjacent on the connecting wall was a poster of the entire band of Nova Dream; those young men were equally dreamy. Sitting between his two pillows was Kaeru-chan who was his plush frog and mainstay since early childhood. Also retained since childhood was the light switch plate which was in the shape of an owl; it was painted green.

His desk, which was next to the bed, was next to the window which looked out into the back yard. They had a shed and a smaller garden which was in the middle. At its center was a crape myrtle. Above the desk were photos of him and his buddies and various memorable events from school. Above his file cabinet which was between desk and bed, there was a poster of Earl Campbell of the Houston Oilers. On the top of the file cabinet was a hinged frame. They contained photos of his grandfathers when they were just a handful of years older than him. On the left side was Hironobu Nakayama in a uniform befitting a seaman of the Japanese Imperial Navy. On the right was Kentaro Ishida in an American Army uniform serving with the MIS. Two men on opposing sides of a long and brutal war were now linked through the marriage of their children. Each night, he wished his grandfathers good night.

Next to his closet, there was his dresser which he had turned into a shrine dedicated to his days of playing football for the St. Isidore Ravens. On it was his football helmet in a case and accompanying it, his jersey was secured in a frame on the way. His school had a robust booster club. Jerseys were all personalized and, should an athlete play for all four years, they were able to retain their uniforms. Uniforms cleaned and polished naturally. Surrounding the helmet, there were four framed photos. First, was the largest. It was last year's varsity squad. Somewhere in the middle, there was Josh. On the opposite side, was the second photo. That one was of him, Brett, Trevor, and David. They were all in their gear wearing faces full of jubilant camaraderie. In front of the first photo, there was Josh alone. He was on one knee. One hand touched the top of his helmet and a ball in the crook of his arm. In front of the second photo, there was the fourth. This one was of just Brett and Josh in gear. The two young men stood side to side in a slight V stance. In the crook of one's left arm, was his helmet. In the crook of the other's right arm, was his helmet.

He had a trio of bookshelves. Two were right by the door and the third was by his desk. There were a variety of books. Many were cookbooks and one about growing herbs called Total Herbage. Relatedly, there were biographies of notable chefs. He also had several science books. There were those about biology, chemistry, genetics, and astronomy. As with the culinary books, there were biographies about scientists. He had a variety of graphic novels and manga. He turned to Blaine, “I used to have DVDs in my room, but I moved them to the media room when my parents and I decided to merge our collections. That way, I have room for more books. I do read fiction. Mostly Lovecraft, Poe, King. I have Star Trek novels and classics like Treasure Island.

On the top shelf of the two bookshelves by the door, there were no books. On one of them, were posable figures of Pegasus Seiya and the other four main Bronze Saints. On the other top shelf, were the five main gundams from Mobile Suit Gundam Wing. After this brief view of the room, "So then, sleeping arrangements for tonight. Either we could share my bed, or you can use the bed while I sleep on the futon, or we could do the same in the media room. Just put your stuff on my bed for now and we'll return to the kitchen."

There, Josh asked Blaine to sit at the dining room table so he could see Josh cook.
 
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Blaine couldn’t help but quietly take all the sights of Josh’s hometown. This was eons away from where he lived not just distance but everything about the place. This was only enforced further when they pulled up to Josh’s house. Or, his parent’s house? Blaine wasn’t sure when ‘home’ stopped meaning your parents house. If it ever did.

As Josh helped him out of the car he became rapidly nervous. Though he wasn’t entirely sure why. It wasn’t like he was being introduced as anyone’s boyfriend. Even so, he wanted to make a good impression. “I hope they don’t smell City boy on me.” he chuckled, joking a bit. He knew sometimes, people didn’t like people from California just for being from the coast. There were certain ideas about people from his hometown that didn’t align with how Blaine was himself. But they were stereotypes for a reason.

As they stood at the door, he was glad he’d taken off the watch that read his heart rate before leaving the school. It would surely be beeping with a ‘good workout’ notification by now.

Once inside he followed suit and took off his shoes. He’d expected as much from what Josh had disclosed about his family that they likely didn’t wear shoes in the house.
His mind wandered briefly to the sound his own mother’s heels would make across the large marble floored lobby of their place in California. Sometimes the noise of her Louboutin's would wake him up in the morning.
His nose wasn’t quite as keen as Josh’s but he could still note the smell of the house smelled good. Which also didn’t surprise him at all.
He smiled warmly at the man that appeared. It was very obvious to him that both Josh’s parents would be attractive. Even with the slight show of age on his face, his father was attractive. It gave him an idea of how the other boy might look as he grew older. He hoped he'd be around to see it.
“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Nakayama.” He knew they’d talk more soon - so left it short. He was glad the man didn’t want to talk right away. Blaine felt a little overwhelmed by being in a new situation. But he was excited, too.

He followed his room-mate around like a lost puppy. Absorbing everything he told him about the house. He would peek respectfully into the rooms. He noted they were well decorated, but cozy and lived in.
It was Josh’s room that left him stunned. As he stood there he could feel Josh’s essence all over the place. Even just being in the room made him feel closer to the other boy. He was quickly drawn to the football wall. Perhaps he had a slight fetish for the football uniform.
He turned to look at the books as Josh drew attention to them. “I try to keep media out of my room too, though I kinda fail by having a laptop.” he smirked, running his hand delicately over the side of the shelf, committing some of the titles to memory. “I have a hefty book collection. Sort of mostly just survivalism stuff though. Books on . . .” he let out a little laugh. “Cryptids, legends, things like that.” he turned, soaking up the rest of the room. “Don’t pick on me too hard, though I mean…” he shrugged a little, moving over to look out the window. “You can’t say much to me, being a secret nerd yourself.” he smiled playfully. “I’m just more fascinated by things we don’t usually get to see. That’s why I love nature so much.” He made sure his things were secure by Josh’s bed for now. “I’ll think about it.” he responded to Josh's sleeping arrangement options before following back into the kitchen.
He thought about sharing a bed with Josh. He definitely didn’t hate that idea. But would he be able to sleep at all if he did that? He couldn’t help but laugh internally at himself for being the way he was about the other boy already.

He dutifully sat down at the dining table. “Alright Chef, I’m here if you need me.” he offered his help. “But mostly just, cutting - probably.” he chuckled. “Don’t want to ruin the meal with my cooking.”
 
Josh looked confused, "City boy? You're fine. No problem."

As they briefly looked around Josh's bedroom he blinked quizzically, "Cryptids? Don't know too much beyond yokai and just what you see here. Also got a book about Greek mythology which I enjoy. That's what got me into Saint Seiya." He tilted his head towards the figurines.

In the kitchen, Josh studied the ingredients. The risotto would take the longest and he got started on that right way. He could have used a box kit, but he wanted to make it from scratch for Blaine. He didn't get started right away because the mushrooms, shallots, and chives weren't as thinly sliced as he would have liked so he had to reduce them to the size that he needed. With his "crew" assembled, he got started. "Nice offer, but I got this. Besides, you're my guest."

Josh had entered the zone. This happened whenever he cooked or baked. His senses were locked onto his task. His concentration was so profound, a spaceship shaped like an orange could have come down from the stars and lemon-headed aliens could have strolled out and they could have danced to YMCA by the Village People, and he would not have noticed. To notice such triviality would have been detrimental to mission. His nostrils quivered as his head hovered above the stove and his ears were zeroed in on assembling the side. Stir, whip, stir, whip. He was only mildly aware of a car honking and only more mildly of the front door opening.

There were voices coming from down the hall. Blaine would have heard Josh's Dad and a woman speaking in Japanese. The only clue what the conversation might have been about was that his name was mentioned. Although he would not have been able to understand the words, there was no mistaking the enthusiasm.

A woman in her early 40s appeared in the dining room. Here is Mariko Nakayama who also goes by Mary. She wears a navy blue business suit befitting a professional. She entered with a commanding presence worthy of Kathryn Janeway from Star Trek; her temperament was very much like the captain of the USS Voyager. The similarity was made more evident by the fact that her hair was in a bob similar to Janeway's. She looked at Blaine to study him. That was just the way she was. She thought of herself a good judge of character and her track record in the courtroom was admired because of it. She was praised for her toughness, sharpness, and clarity of words and thought. As a result, there were those who referred to her as Diamond Mary. She knew of this designation and was dismissive of it. Just an absurdity unworthy of notice. Unworthy to be used by professionals.

The eyes of Mariko Nakayama scrutinized Blaine. Seems more reasonable than that Javier boy. Nice, but too hyper for my son. He was not right for Ryo. Let's see how this Blaine does. Deciding that he was acceptable, her face softened to become more diplomatic, "Welcome Blaine to our home.” Looking to her left, “I see our son has already started cooking. I hope you’ve brought your appetite with you. We'll be back shortly." Wife and husband left their bedroom to change into something more casual. She came back wearing a blue skirt and teal blouse. He came back wearing a maroon polo shirt and tan khaki pants.

Josh had put the pot of risotto to the side and had been working on the Brussels sprouts and the salmon. His parents and his roommate were at the table. Four plates were set on the table, four sets of utensils. A jar of pesto sauce to accompany the fish. Josh came around and served everyone and dispensed drinks. For himself, he had iced tea of raspberry flavor. Josh's father said a prayer thanking God for family and the company of guests. The meal commenced.

From Mr. Nakayama, "How is it going in Sutter and college? Going to college can be a big adjustment. Even more if one is far from home. I understand."
 
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Blaine also seemed lost in the moment. But that was only because Josh was so in the Zone that he realized after just a few minutes that he wouldn’t mind Blaine staring at him.
Usually if he’d been with a friend he would have probably scrolled on his phone or something. But it lay on ‘do not disturb’ still in his pocket.

He liked observing Josh when he was doing normal tasks. Back at their dorms he would occasionally watch him meditate for a few minutes until it felt awkward to be looking. At first he just thought it was because the other boy was so attractive. But as he kept doing it he realized that there was a peace about Josh when he was doing mundane things like, reading, drawing, meditating or cooking that just felt so serene. It calmed him down just to be around him.

The sound of the door closing startled him back into reality, back into his body. He adjusted a little, realizing he’d been leaning in one position for a good couple minutes.
When Josh’s mother entered the scene his eyes widened a bit, just for a second. Was everyone in the Nakayama family a former model or something? Maybe it wasn’t her attractiveness as much as her commanding presence that struck him. He awkwardly waved, still half in his dissociated ‘watching Josh’ state. “Welcome Home, Ma’am.” he smiled - waiting until they came back and sat down to have more conversation.

Josh had prepared the meal quicker than he thought he’d be able to, but then Blaine didn’t know much about cooking times - or maybe he’d just been daydreaming too long. He smiled a little sheepishly as Josh served the dinner to them all. He even joined in on the prayer. It wasn’t like he was rude enough to sit on the sidelines and what? Keep his eyes open? He still struggled a little with faith but little instances like this were tolerable to him. If this was important to Josh, he wouldn’t mind learning more about all of it either.
“Oh, Yes. I’m from California so it’s a little different of course but.” Blaine shrugged. “I kind of like it here. The heat can be a little much but, I really like where the college is. It’s really - cozy sometimes.” he chuckled, taking a bite of the food once he observed it was alright to do so. He was still a little nervous and generally speaking when he was nervous his stomach refused to eat. But one bite of Josh’s food and many of his nerves began to settle. Or it was likely his hunger was outweighing his nervousness. “This is…Actually amazing. I kind of wish we lived in an apartment instead of a dorm now - so there was a kitchen.” another bite. His eyes wandered over to Mr and Mrs Nakayama. “Your son keeps surprising me all the time. He’s really something. I’m trying to find something he isn’t perfect at.”
 

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