Date: Thu, 25 Sep 2003 10:14:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew McKendrie Subject: The Matthew McKendrie Chronicals: Chapter 3 - David Arrives The following is a work of fiction. All characters, regardless of internal or external dialogue, are over 18 and fully consenting adults. All work is copyright of the author and no use other than personal is allowed. Matthew McKendrie Chronicles Chapter 3 - David Arrives Jay and I began to get really hungry after about and hour up in his room. "Is missing lunch part of our punishment?" I asked, not really knowing how Mr. Klien handled these things. Jay rolled over and laughed - "I forgot, you've always eaten with your Mom after church on Sundays. No, you know my Mom would never allow food to be used as a punishment. Not unless it was making you eat too much". I laughed at that too since his Mom was one of the world's great Jewish Mothers. She truly loved to cook and you never got out of the Kilne house with just one helping of anything. "So what's the hold up - its almost one o'clock." "I don't know, dipshit, but we pretty much took over the kitchen for a while there. Come to think of it, I don't smell anything cooking - lets go find out". "Are you sure we should leave your room without your Dad's permission"? Jay laughed again, "Hey stupid, did you hear him send us up here to start with. I told you, once the belt is put back on the hook its over - no harm, no foul. He's had his say and as far as he's concerned the matter is done. "Get your ass up - I'm starving balls, here". When we got to the bottom of the stairs we found Mr. and Mrs. Klien sitting at the kitchen table reading the Sunday paper. Mr. K was reading about all the post season drama going on in the NFL while Mrs. K was clipping coupons. It was Mrs. K who looked up first. "Jason Robert Klien, you had me worried half to death... "Sush, Momma. The boys and I have talked about what they did this morning and that's the end of it." Turning to Jay and me, "Jay kiss your Mother and tell her you're sorry. You too, Matt. She was convinced we'd have to tell your Mother that we lost you somewhere between here and Maple Drive". Jay walked to his Mother and leaned down to kiss her. At less that 5'3 it always amazed me how big her son was compared to her tiny frame. "I'm sorry Momma. I promise I won't lie to you again". "Lie. Who cares about the lie - it was not knowing where you were, who might have grabbed you off the street..." "Sush, Momma. It would take a linebacker to kidnap your son, and even then, what would he want with such a big boy. Those guys are sick in the head. They want the little ones." There was an uncomfortable silence as all three Klines turned to look at me. "I'm not that little", I said, maybe a bit to defensively, as I blushed. All three broke up at the thought of some sicko mistaking me for a thirteen-year-old. "No, Matthew, you are not so small. But you are not so big either", Mr. Klien said through tears. "Don't worry Dad, I'll take care of Mattie. A good friend like him you don't let get snatched without at least getting something in return". This made all three of them start laughing even harder. I tried to get madder, but it was funny, so finally I laughed, too. Mr. Klien got to his feet and nearly crushed me in a bear hug. I loved it when he did this, and I hugged him right back. " Kiss Momma and we'll all forget this morning". I went to her and kissed her cheek - "I'm sorry Momma Kilen. We'll both be more careful from now on". "All I ask". Jay broke in with his usual subtlety, "What's up with lunch, Momma? We're starving". Mr. Klien started to leave the room, but Mrs. K stopped him dead in his tracks. "Joseph, you didn't tell them?" He turned sheepishly toward her - a giant frightened by a mouse. "Momma, please, we were a little preoccupied." Turning to us he said, "Boys, Momma and I are taking Sarah to her dance recital. We didn't think you'd like that for your Sunday afternoon so I thought you could drive out to the airport and pick up a package for me. You'll have lunch on the way - I'll pay, of course - and then you two can spend the rest of the day doing whatever you want." It seeded Jay was right. Once Mr. K was done with a punishment he was done. "I'll tell you what, what don't you take my car". Jay's mouth almost hit the floor. His Mazda was nice enough, but Mr. K drove a huge Mercedes S600. "You want me to drive the Benz?, Jay couldn't believe his ears. I was more than a little shocked myself. "I thought it would be a nice change. Too, the airport is 2 hours away and your car wouldn't be as comfortable, no?". "No, Dad, it wouldn't. I promise I'll be extra careful." Jay hugged his Dad and his Dad hugged back and they almost looked like they were dancing. We wasted no time getting our asses out to the car. I was more than a little jealous that Jay was getting to drive his Dad's huge ass Benz, but I was too scared to even suggest that he let me drive it. Hell, I had a license, but no car. I doubt I'd logged more than a couple of hours driving time since Drivers Ed. Jay always drove us and my Mom said she wouldn't let me drive until I could pay my own insurance. I had much better things to spend my money on. The drive to the airport was nice and smooth. Even though the Benz had a great climate control system we rode with all the windows down and the radio blaring. Once we got to the airport we went to the main information desk, just like Mr. K said, and asked where we were to pick up his parcel. The clerk looked in a big book, smiled and she told us that it had just arrived and we should wait in the chairs across the way. "Jay - why'd your Dad have something flown in? Wouldn't FedEx or UPS seem like a better idea". "Hell, if I know. Probably something too sensitive for a regular service." Just then a boy's voice came from behind us. "Too sensitive and not to fond of being boxed up and flown around in cargo holds". Jay spun around and almost shit his pants. "David!" The two were on each other like fiends, hugging and kissing like long lost lovers. I kind of recognized the boy as Jay's cousin David, though I hadn't seen him in almost two years. He was a year older than us, 18, and had spent the last year in Israel working and studying on a Kibbutz. I wasn't sure what that meant, but Jay acted like it was a big deal. I only ever met him on the few occasions he would visit the Kliens, but Jay always spent a month with David's family every summer. Since it was always the same month I spent with my Dad in Cincy... David was about Jay's height, but weighed a lot less. He had what I guess you'd call a swimmer's build. He had a shock of black hair, wild and curly. He also had the deepest blue eyes I'd ever seen. "What are you doing here? I thought you were staying in Israel for another three months." Jay hadn't let go of his cousin, and I knew he really thought of David like his big brother. That used to make me jealous when we were kids, but over the past few years Jay had become like my big brother, even though we were the same age, so I knew how he felt. "Some assholes blew up our power station and the Rabbi decided to get all the American students the hell out of dodge. "Why, aren't you glad to see me, cuz? Cause I think I missed you most of all. Just don't tell my Mom." He reached up and tousled Jay's hair and I thought I saw him blush. "Of course I'm glad to se you. But why am I seeing you? Why didn't you go home?" "Dad's teaching a semester at the University of Florida and Mom tagged along. They wanted me to join them, but I don't know anyone down there and besides, we missed our summer last year. I asked if I could stay with you till they came home and here I am". Jay almost shit again. "Damn! That's great". Great for them, I thought. Now I'm a fifth wheel. And where the hell is he going to sleep. The Klien's only have three bedrooms and me and Jay are pretty crowded as it is. David turns to me and I think he could tell what I was thinking. "Matthew? Well you've grown a lot since I saw you last." I blushed, not because it was true - which it really wasn't - but because he remembered my name. God he was cuter than Jay. "Listen, I know you're already bunking in with Jay, but do you think we can fit one more. You have first dibs on the roommate, but I'd hate to have to bunk in with Sarah. She snores". We all laughed at that, because it was true. I couldn't help but think my life was about to get infinitely more difficult - sharing a bedroom and a bathroom with two of the cutest guys I'd ever known. "No - sharing is fine". I started to pop a bone just thinking about it... Comments or suggestions? Stonehousellc@yahoo.com