Streetwise
by Lark jet2lark (at) gmail (dot) com 
Part 6:

 

We went back to my place and after awhile, fucked around some more.

When It got close to 4 o'clock, I said, "Marko's coming home soon, maybe you'd better go."

Boyscout said, "Why, I thought you said he didn't care?"

He looked around the small apartment and then turned to me. "So you sleep in the same bed as Marko?"

I thought he had figured that out already. "Yeah."

"So do you fuck around with each other?"

I said, "Yeah, sometimes."

The real truth was more like twice a day whether I wanted to or not.

"So when you fuck around, what kind of stuff do you do?"

I looked at him and paused for a second and then said, "You know, the same stuff we do."

I stared up at the peeling paint on the ceiling and said to myself, "This is the same fuckin shit Marko was asking me about him."

Boyscout said, "Does he have a big dick?"

I was getting both irritated and very insecure. "You better go because Marko has been pissed off lately and we have been fighting a lot."

"Do I have to?"

I pushed him off the bed and Boyscout reluctantly started to dress.

Just before going out the door, he said, "Can I come over tomorrow?"

More than ever, I didn't want Boyscout and Marko to cross paths. Marko is off to work by 9. I had to think quickly about it...

I said, "Ok, but don't come before 10."

 

Not long after, Marko came home. He was drunk and in no fuckin mood.

"Marko, what happened?"

He had way too many beers and was slumped with his head between his knees.

"I got fuckin fired, That's what Happened, I got fucking fired because I am too young, I'm supposed to be 18 and they fuckin fired me. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?"

Marko has no trouble getting beer but he hardly ever drank and this was not his style at all. From the edge of the bed he lay back and passed out. I carefully untied his shoes and pulled them off along with his socks. I took off his pants and the rest of his clothes and struggled to get him lengthways with his head on the pillow. Then, I covered him with the blanket and let him sleep.

I did this because I love Marko. I would probably do anything for him. He was all fucked up because he knew he still had to pay the rent. I am only 14 but this might mean I might have to go out and find a job. I will do this but who would let me work for them? What kind of job could I get? At least Marko looks like an adult, but I sure don't

I spent a long time sitting in our only chair just thinking about things. I kind of love Boyscout but Marko has taken care of me. He would never let anything bad happen to me. He took me in when His Mom was still around and I was only 12. I don't know what I would do without him.

After a while, I got undressed and crawled into bed and cuddled up close to Marko. I wrapped my arms around as if it was possible for me to protect him but I wasn't sure I could.