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The Storm That Turned the Tide
by Sean E.
Chapter 32 - Confessions For The Soul
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"I don't want
to seem rude or anything, Mr. Carmichael, but... would you explain, for my sake
at least, exactly what it is we are signing here?" Makalah asked, before
laughing. "I'm sorry, really. I know you and James have already been
talking, but..."
Sir William
Carmichael sat back and emitted a low, hearty chuckle. He was presently seated
at the McAllisters' kitchen table, perched casually with both hands forward and
propped upon his cane. Both James and Makalah were seated across from him, with
several folders spread upon the table. Jesse had also joined the group, with
their permission, and was seated off to the side, looking on quietly as his
parents and their guest navigated through the paperwork. Sir William had been
most impressed from the start, after greeting the young man who then asked if
he could watch. They had shaken hands firmly, something most teenagers or
youths had little concept of in his opinion, and the teen had displayed a
higher level of sophistication than his age suggested. Jesse, in turn, had also
been impressed with the attorney, who was dressed casually with an ensemble of
dark slacks, a matching button-up shirt and a coordinated cardigan sweater, all
which were crisp and freshly pressed, but still radiated as being a casual-like
outfit designed for comfort. Benji also met with the man, observing his
Santa-like appearance with some amusement, but then had easily disappeared
afterwards, having no real interest in the proceedings as he returned to their
bedroom to watch cartoons.
"You're not
being rude, madam," the man chortled good naturedly. "It does look
like quite a bit to contend with, doesn't it? I daresay, to be perfectly
honest, it may be almost as bad as signing your life away when you go to secure
a mortgage, doesn't it!"
Makalah nodded,
though blushing. "I'm not sure I would go THAT far, but..."
"I
understand, though, and it's perfectly fine. Let's see what I can do to clear
it up a bit." The man reached out and pointed to one of the folders
containing a set of documents they had just been completed. "This first
set of papers represent what we're going to submit to the court on Monday
morning. It certifies, more or less, that everything your policy states is the
coverage you believed you had, for the duration you held it. It acknowledges
that the premium has been paid, on time and without refute, when the account
became due for renewal. In your copy folder over there, by the way, is a copy
of that policy, obtained from the First National Bank's archives."
"You found it, then?" James asked,
his eyebrows shooting up. "I can't tell you how glad I am to hear
that!!"
"Oh
yes," Sir William replied. "As I've mentioned before, banks are
required to keep copies as a measure of preservation, mostly for their own
self-interest. What's surprising is that insurance companies know this as well
- yet for some reason, American International chose to pursue a course of
action under the assumption that you do not. It's an awful weak point of
contention, if you ask me, but nevertheless it is a practice that some employ.
Regardless, it is a legally certified copy, and it will suit our purposes
precisely. Of that, you need to have no concern."
"Well, as my
husband said, we're grateful to you then," Makalah commented. The attorney
smiled before he then continued.
"The basics
of what we intend to pursue through the courts then, are really
straightforward: we'll focus sharply on each of the components in your policy
that American International has attempted to dispute. That includes coverages
for both your home and your personal property, their responsibilities,
schedules and so forth. We're going to initially ask them to recant their
explanations before a judge, with our copies of your letters and correspondence
you provided, and get them to put it all on record, with every excuse they have
employed to date. The objective, you see, is to get them to come to the table
first, then one by one, we'll present our arguments and evidence to the
contrary. All of this will be performed during a summary hearing, see, and if
the judge finds it favorable - which I'm most assured he will - he'll grant you
a summary ruling regarding the policy itself. That will then free your
obligation to the bank, as it then places everything in litigation. Litigation
normally implies that two sides of an issue come together and work on drawing a
compromise or conclusion, mind you. In our specific case, however, we'll use it
as a deterrent to say 'Hey, I insured my property with you, and I have a claim.
Why aren't you honoring your agreement?'"
"That's
exactly how we've felt about it," Makalah agreed.
The elderly
gentlemen smiled. "I can imagine, yes. Anyway, if the judge gives your
family a summary conclusion, it releases you from the contract, and turns
everything else about it over to the bank. You see, they hold the outstanding
value of the mortgage, and as you have met your obligations to them also in
good faith, they can no longer hold you responsible for the outcome in cases
like this. Does that make sense? It frees all of you to begin working out what
you want to do next. Do you want to rebuild on the same property? Or put it up
for sale and go elsewhere? Or are you more interested in pursuing something
else?"
"And that
means..." Makalah started, but then paused when she saw the man smile
again.
"It's all
about being able to get on with your lives, dear lady. Also, the State will be
able to come in and return as before, to clear the land of all the wreckage
left behind, as it should have been done earlier." Sir William chuckled.
"Best of all, it'll be done at no cost to you, but for American
International it will end up being a bit of a bruise. If they had gone through
in the first place, the cost would have been about half of what it is going to
take now. What they did by ignoring it in the first round really lacks a
certain level of common sense, in my opinion, but, that's not our
concern." The man then pointed to another folder. "Anyway, after
that, we'll be filing motions that argue against the stress and dishonorable
treatment they asserted toward the four of you - again, all extended this time
in bad faith. In a sense, without getting this cleared away, we'd have an
uphill battle because it would be a slight against you whenever you go after
new credit - say, for another house or vehicle. The papers in this folder will
be used for giving us permission to pursue that issue with the State Insurance
Commission, and again, it is more of a formality than anything else. It isn't
something you should be concerned with. The State, see, has certain rules in
place for insurers, including some unspecified bond money, to prevent events
like this from unfolding in the way that they have. We'll be arguing that
American International misrepresented themselves, and were failing to be
accountable to you on purpose, for whatever reason that may be."
"Seems
reasonable," James muttered.
"The last set
of papers then gives my firm permission to represent you in court without your
presence. It is not a power-of-attorney, per se, but it does grant us what
we'll need in order to take over and argue the case in your favor. It includes
a clause as well, to pursue damages - something also done in your favor, should
that be the recourse of action warranted by a judge," Sir William
concluded. "Please understand though, we're going after the policy
elements first, because they are paramount in getting things rolling for you
again up front, so you can begin to rebuild. Then, we're going after the
company itself in terms of malpractice. The first will free you from your
current obligations, too, while the second will hopefully extend some more
funds for you to work with that aren't necessarily covered by the policy
itself."
"I- I can't
argue against that," James replied, although he frowned. "I have no
desire to punish anyone, really, but... I have to admit, this has all been
pretty taxing on us thus far."
"That is
precisely what this whole business is about, sir. You folks are now two-months
along from the storm, and their paddle-footing around has caused nothing but
unnecessary grief at your end. Why, the paltry amount they want to settle for
is only pennies on the dollar, as you already well know! With all of the items
rolled together, it doesn't even pay off the balance of your mortgage, which is
preposterous!" Sir William announced in a rather animated fashion, before
settling back and calming down. "James, Makalah... Let me blunt, please:
you aren't going to get any fantastical, landslide ruling that is going to make
the headlines. What you should get, however, if we go that far, is an award
adequate enough to pay off a modest mortgage with your equity left over and
intact, and/or put these children of yours through college, if that is
something they desired to pursue."
"Really?" Makalah spoke again, finally beginning to understand
the significance of what the man was saying. "I mean, well..." she
laughed as she repeated herself. "Really?"
Sir William
Carmichael smiled pleasantly as he regarded the woman. "Mrs. McAllister,
we've handled hundreds of these situations over the years, or we've sat in
arbitration on similar cases all across the United States, meaning not just in
Kentucky. We've built the cornerstone of our firm's reputation in watching out
for the little guy, see. I assure you, that is where you and your family now
sit. You have one added benefit though, that most of our other cases didn't
have, and that is the fact the American International is trying to quietly
disband and go defunct, without giving any apparent reason to date. I have no
idea how many claims they may have outstanding, but they cannot just up and
pull out like they're attempting to do, leaving people like you and your family
high-and-dry. They are attempting to railroad you, and believe me, I know it is
no fun. You bought into an agreement, just so you could have a safety net
around you. It is no fault of yours that they've decided they want to tear huge
holes in the mesh, so to speak, and hope you don't pursue them afterwards."
"But... isn't
something like that expensive to do? How do you and your firm get paid, if I
may ask?" James asked.
Sir William
laughed. "For arbitration of the case, your policies and their misconduct?
They will be forced to recompense us, as I've told you before. That will also
include Mr. Denison's retainer. You won't have anything to worry with on that
front."
James thought
about that for a moment before lowering his voice. "And... what about
beyond that?"
Sir William sat
back in his chair and relaxed. "Well, let's cross that bridge when we get
there, okay? But let me assure you something, folks: we're talking about a
situation that could take anywhere from six-to eight months minimum, and even
stretch out up to a couple of years before it ever gets completely settled and
done. Mind you, I believe it will be far sooner than later, because like I
said, American International is already trying to file for protection and close
its doors. They are not going to want this to drag out, see, as that will cost
them far more in legal fees than anything else in the long run, as long as it
is being pursued. That goes the same for most any judge sitting on the bench.
He, or she, will have no desire to see this thing run for an extended term, given
the particulars of the matter."
Makalah and James
glanced at each other, both frowning. "But..." James began.
"I know, I
know... I still didn't answer your question, did I," Sir William
interrupted, but then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I will
not hide it from you: most firms get an average of 30-35% of the award for
punitive damages. So, if you're awarded, say, $250,000 when all is said and
done, then the usual fees would amount to anywhere from 75 to 85 grand."
The man sat forward, however, while purposefully maintaining their attention.
"I say usually though, because that is what most firms do, if not more.
Some want half of the award, if you can believe it, or they'll tack on all the
expenses they can muster up front and tell you those have to be paid in
addition to their 'take' of the award. It happens all the time, and people can
rarely complain about it, because they'll have signed a nondisclosure in the
beginning preventing them from doing so." The man sat up a little straighter
just then. "Our firm, however, does not do that. We take into account the
time and expenses involved by the time the award is made, then we factor in a
small markup and call it even. So, depending on those aspects, you could see
our rate resulting as low as around the ten-to-twelve percent mark."
"What if Mom
and Dad lose, or don't win anything?" Jesse suddenly interrupted, but
blushed immediately. "Sorry sir, I didn't mean-"
"It's a
perfectly valid question, young man, so I don't mind it at all. The answer is
really quite simple: IF we lose our case entirely, then everybody loses -
including us. We won't collect anything, see? The only money your parents would
be out of pocket is probably a few hundred dollars at most, to cover certain
court costs that we, as a licensed body, are not allowed to provide in the name
of our clients, under the law. We will, of course, take care of everything
initially, but at some point... you get the idea, right?"
"Yes, I
do," James smiled, relaxing. "Mr. Denison explained that to me when I
was initially consulting with him."
"Then I'll
say it one more time: American International will end up picking up the tab for
us, including any precursory charges Mr. Denison expended on your behalf. So,
for me and my firm, we'll never lose completely, regardless." The man
smiled again, one certainly practiced for putting people's concerns at ease.
"Folks, let me be blunt once again, alright? You're not going to have any
problems here. The worst of it is, in my humble opinion, you're going to have
to indulge the system and be patient for a while. That initial ruling that I
spoke of, will help you out immensely enough as it is, and THAT can come as
early as the end of next month. The rest will be different, because unfortunately,
that's just the way the legal process works. I can assure you, however, that
all of this will move along relatively smoothly. We'll keep you updated too,
every step of the way."
"Will, uh, we
have to appear in court?" James asked, handing over the final documents he
and Makalah had just finished adding their signatures to.
"Only once or
twice, I think, and most of that will be near the end. The judge may want to
see you, perhaps question some of the facts we put into play and get a
first-hand account from you, but otherwise it will be mostly a formality. It
will probably be done in Lexington, as that will be the nearest federal
facility we'll be operating out of. I think, however, it'll mostly be covered
in a day, perhaps two at the most. Everything else, barring any surprises, my
firm will handle for you, most of it even remotely."
James and Makalah
both sat back in their chairs again, slightly overwhelmed. "I don't know
how to thank you, Sir William," James began.
"Neither do
I, really," Makalah added. "We've worried over how this was going to
get handled, but... you seemed to have thought of everything, and then
some."
Sir William leaned
forward, placing both elbows upon the table. "That is, effectively, my
job, madam. Bear in mind, there are still some variables in parts of this that
could go askew, but I'm telling you - based upon our experiences, and in
knowing Kentucky law the way that we do, you'll come out of it all just fine.
Mr. Denison did well in reaching out to me. He could have handled this, mind
you, but not without some guidance. In the end, he felt we should take over,
and that's all we're doing." He sat back then and became serious. "I
should advise you on one thing, however. You can, of course, find other
counsel, or retreat anywhere along the path should you have reason to. I only
caution you, however, to be careful. There are other firms out there who will
promise you the world to get their hands on a case like this, but then deliver
only a scanty percentage of the results in the end. Be wary of those types,
please. I've tried to be as forthcoming and honest about all of it, up front -
because you seem to be good people. Believe me when I say, I welcome working
with people like you."
"Mr.
Carmichael," James stated quietly, before standing and extending his hand.
"The way I see it, you're giving us a chance to at least get everything
back on track. For that sir, myself and for my family, we thank you. Even if we
just end up with a house that we can call our own again, that will mean the
world to us. Everything else is just, well..."
"Oh, I
understand," William replied, standing as well and accepting the
handshake. "And now, with that said, let me leave you folks in peace for
the evening. It's almost six now, and I have a good hour-long drive before I
can get home." Turning to Jesse, the man pulled some keys from one of his
front pockets. "Young man, would you mind heading out there and starting
my car up for me? That way it can be warming up before I get out of here."
"Yes sir,
sure thing!" Jesse announced, slowly climbing to his feet. Sir William
observed the teen until he had disappeared, before turning back to both parents
again.
"I've heard
about some of the things this boy has been going through, and I just wanted to
express my heartfelt admiration and understanding for you folks. If looks
amount to anything, however, let me just say that he appears to be on the mend
very positively."
"He has been
keeping us busy, for sure, but you're correct - he does seem to finally be
getting better," James replied, equally as quiet.
Sir William then
smiled again as he collected the various folders into his attaché. Then,
setting it upright on the table, he paused. "I really hate to ask this of
you, but would you mind if I made a quick dash to your restroom? I had a rather
large unsweet tea on the way in here, and I'm afraid it's going to get the best
of me if I don't do something about it."
Makalah smiled and
pointed toward the hallway. "Of course, sir. It's the first door to the
left, right down there." As the man disappeared, she took a moment to
observe her husband closely. "What do you think?" she asked, her
voice barely above a whisper.
James smiled back
at her. "I think he's the real deal. I'm glad he's on our side."
"I
agree," she replied, stretching up and giving him a quick kiss on his
nose. A moment later, Sir William returned.
"I thank you,
and so my bladder certainly thanks you, too!" the man quipped with a
chuckle, before picking up his briefcase. Jesse had already returned before
then, stood with his parents as the man thanked him as well, before looking up
one last time. "If there is anything I can do, please do not hesitate to
reach out to me. That goes for all of you, including him or your other son...
alright?"
"We'll keep
that in mind, and thank you again, sir."
As their guest
turned to leave, he was stopped as Makalah approached and gave the man a brief
embrace. "You know, that goes for us, too. Thank you, and if there is
anything that we can do for you, you be sure to let us know, too." The man
nodded before giving everyone a final farewell and disappearing.
"Well, that
was... something else, I think," Makalah announced, leaning back against
her husband in the doorway. "I know you said he impressed you that day at
the office, but... wow, I had no idea just how much until now!"
James nodded.
"No kidding. I admit, he could just be an old-fashioned smooth-talker,
putting all his sweet, southern charm to work on the rest of us, but... Like I
was saying last night though, Denison spoke very highly of him, and if you
listen to the man, he does seem like a genuinely well educated, yet nice
individual. Tim said the man grew up around Danville, and has a small estate
out there somewhere." The man then patted his stomach as it emitted a
low-growl. "Okay, enough of this - I, pray tell, am famished! What are we
going to do about dinner for ourselves tonight?"
"Well, I
tried to bake a roast earlier today, but it ended up way over-cooked for some
reason. I really don't think it's worth the trouble now - it's about as tough
as leather," Makalah explained. "So, that means I can either whip
something up quick-like, or we could do sandwiches..."
"How about
some fried chicken, Mom? Didn't I see that sign at that place about how they
were doing some kind of family specials tonight and tomorrow?" Jesse
asked. "That is, if we can afford it..."
James regarded his
older son with a look of annoyance, but let the remark slide for the time being
before turning to his wife. "You know, I think he's right... Lee's
restaurant is doing something like a year-end buffet, for like six-bucks a
person, less for kids under twelve." Poking his finger lightly onto
Jesse's forehead, he added, "Sorry, that doesn't include you,
though." After chuckling as Jesse rolled his eyes, he glanced up again.
"For all of us though, hot food, all-you-can-eat, roughly $26 or so plus
tip? I'm game, if you all want to try it! And yes, son, we can afford it,"
he ended, all the while tussling the boy's hair.
Makalah smiled.
"Then it's settled. Will one of you take care of getting Benji ready,
while I go change into something warmer? Then we can just go and pig out for a
change!" Both parents looked to their son, who grimaced good naturedly
before turning and heading toward their bedroom.
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"So,
everything worked out alright between Pete and Jesse?" Allen asked.
Noah nodded.
"I haven't really talked with Jesse yet, but it seemed like it has, yeah.
Mr. McAllister took a call from him during lunch, and I know they chatted for a
long time, or at least it seemed so anyway. From what I saw, his Dad was
smiling a lot, and he told me later that he thought it was all over and done
with for now. Then he got really busy, and we haven't had much of a chance to
talk anymore."
Jennifer scoffed.
"I'm surprised, really. As thick as you two are, and you say you haven't
even talked to Jesse at all... yet?" she teased.
Noah blushed as
his father chuckled. "Okay, I confess... I did try calling him around 2:00
or so today, but his mom answered and said he had just fallen asleep again, so
I didn't bother him. She said something about Benji had worn him out over doing
something, I think."
Both parents
chuckled again. "That sounds like something Benji could very easily
do," Allen quipped, but then nodded.
"Was I... I
mean, was I like Benji at that age? Like..." Noah started asking.
"You were a
ball of energy for a little while, yeah," Jennifer replied with a grin.
"Hear,
hear!" Allen added for effect. He twirled another fork of spaghetti and
took a bite, before glancing in the direction of the neighboring house. There
was no direct line-of-sight of course, but Noah could sense the far-away look
in his father's eyes was not for naught. "I hope that lawyer they latched
onto can actually do them some good, really. Wouldn't it be great if they could
start the new year off with something positive?"
"I
agree," Jennifer commented before passing around a plate of garlic toast
and offering each of them another slice. "I wish we had been here Tuesday,
especially when that all went down with Jesse again. At least this time it
resulted in something a lot more manageable, but still - you know it had to be
pretty scary for them both."
"Yeah, it
was," Noah added softly. "I can tell you that much, at least. For me,
too."
"I'm sorry,
honey, I didn't mean to exclude you. I know you had to have found it
unsettling, to say the least," Jennifer apologized. She then sat up.
"Makalah did tell me later this afternoon, that Jesse seemed to be feeling
a lot better since he's come home. I guess those shots and supplements are
doing him some good after all."
"I think so,
too," Noah offered. "I mean, when he came home from the hospital
yesterday, he was almost like a different person. I mean, peppier, maybe
stronger... I don't know, just... better. You could see it in him."
"Well, that's
certainly a good thing then," Allen remarked before studying his son from
across the table. "So, have you two made any plans for tomorrow night yet?
It's New Year's Eve you know, and well, I just kind of figured you'd be wanting
to get into something together again with Jesse."
"I actually
don't know, yet," Noah confessed. "I mean, I want to do something,
yeah, but then again we've always kind of made a night of it for ourselves
here, haven't we?"
Jennifer and Allen
both glanced at each other in surprise, but then exchanged smiles. After a few
more bites of their meal, Jennifer eventually spoke up again. "Yes, we
have always done something amongst just the three of us, I know... but, your
father and I also know that sometimes it gets to be kind of a wearisome thing
after a while. A lot of people your age sort of outgrow that and everything. We
only asked because, well, we didn't want you to feel like you were being
pressured into staying with us again. You and Jesse can get together if you
want, and Benji too, if you like."
Noah observed his
mother closely for a moment before responding. "Well, I think Jesse told
me that Benji is going to stay with his friend Petey again tomorrow night.
Something about they were all going to have a party of some sort, I think,
maybe even shoot off some fireworks." The teen then set his fork down and
studied both of his parents closely. "What about you two, though? What are
you two planning to do, then?"
Allen laughed.
"Do we have to have a plan?" he asked, but his voice was mysteriously
veiled, which ultimately caused Noah to become suspicious. In the meantime,
Alan glanced at his wife before he commented again. "I swear, he's getting
smarter every year. We can't put anything past him anymore!"
Amused, Noah knew
his Dad was teasing him, but then again - the whole topic was a tease. Or was
it? "Okay you two, spill it. What am I missing here, and please don't tell
me I'm not missing anything, because - well, I just know you both better than
that!"
Jennifer giggled,
but then took another bite of her food before speaking up. "No, you
haven't missed anything, but your father should learn to keep his trap shut a
little more often," she teased the man back, causing him to express mock
indignation. She ignored the man, however, as she turned back to her son. "Okay,
I'll confess. Your father and I were invited to a party tomorrow night, and we
thought that maybe - if you and Jesse were getting together or something - we
might consider going this year. Actually, all three of us were invited, but...
it's one of those that I doubt you'd be very interested in. It's going to
mostly be just a bunch of us adults getting together."
"Ah, one of
those, I get it." Noah's eyebrows drew closer. "You mean, an adult
party with, uh... probably alcohol and stuff, don't you? Is that it?"
For the first time
in as long as Noah could remember, he watched his father blush. Allen recovered
quickly, however, and set his napkin down upon the table. "Yes, son, there
will probably be plenty of drinks going around. We're not sure if we want to
go, mind you, but... I'll be honest: my boss at the bank throws one almost
every year, and he's asked us to come just as often. We've always turned him
down before, see."
"This year
though," Jennifer picked up, "we thought we might go. Partly because
it's the people your father works with and all, but also because it might be
good... well..."
"What your
mother is saying is that it might be good to put in an appearance every once in
a while," Allen explained. "After all, I'm on the road to becoming
one of the senior vice presidents, and well, it's good to be seen with the
natives, as the old expression goes. It kind of makes it look like I'm a team
player and all."
"But... Dad,
you've always been a team player!" Noah muttered, frowning.
"Thank you for
that," Allen replied, looking humbled. "I try to be son, but I'm not
perfect. I've just been lucky for the most part."
"Hmph,"
Jennifer grumbled. "He's being modest, Noah. Your father has saved that
bank on countless occasions, finding various loop holes and discovering
contract issues from the get-go. He's the best advisor and research analyst
they've had in years, and believe me - they know it!"
Noah could not
help but smile at the thought. Before he could react, however, Allen brought
the conversation back to the topic at hand. "We just thought that maybe,
if you two have plans together, then we know you'll be alright. Whether you
stay here or next door, I think James is going to be home holding down the
fort, in case anything happens that might require attention. Plus, I'm sort of
figuring we'll be back here around, I don't know, early morning, I guess. No
later than one or half past."
Makalah nodded.
"As far as the alcohol goes, I agree with your father, I'm sure there will
be plenty of it there - but you know how we are. We might indulge a little on
occasion, but it's not something we really do much with. Not because anyone or
anything made us that way, it's just more by choice."
"Yeah, I
know..." Noah held up both hands. "Hey, just so you know, it doesn't
bother me, okay? Drinking, I mean. I know you don't do it much as it is. In
fact, I think I've only seen you have wine before a few times, haven't I?"
A thought then struck the teen. "As far as the parties go then, well, I
guess you guys never accepted much of that stuff before either, probably
because of me. Right?" Although the words were spoken quietly, their
effect on his parents was not lost in the slightest.
"No,
honey," Jennifer objected, setting her own fork down. "Don't start
thinking like that, alright? You had nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, to
do with those decisions. I admit, we probably have used you as an excuse a few
times, just to politely get out of any commitment, but - no, never, nada. You
were never a hindrance to us. If we really wanted to go, we would have."
"Your
mother's right, son," Allen added. "We could have always gotten a
baby-sitter, or taken you with us if we wanted to go. Mr. Saltsman always told
us we were welcome to bring you along. The truth was, however, neither I nor
your mother were all that thrilled about going. That is, I promise, scout's
honor!"
Noah then scoffed.
"Doesn't count, Dad - you were never in the scouts!"
Allen laughed
before picking up his napkin and throwing it at the boy. "You know what I
meant, Turtle-Butt!"
That caused
Jennifer, who was taking a drink at that same moment, to suddenly cough and
spurt through her nose. "Oh, my Lord!" she declared, suddenly
laughing. "You have both been hanging around that... that... Benji for far
too long now!"
Noah grinned, but
then shrugged. "He's moved on to other things now though, like 'Bubble
Butt', and 'In a bit, banana split'!"
Both parents began
chuckling hard once again. "Where on Neptune does that boy come up with
that stuff? Did you say 'Bubble Butt'? Sheesh!" Jennifer finally was able
to gasp between breaths.
Noah shrugged, but
then Allen glanced at her in amusement. "Oh, I don't know, that one has
been around for ages, I think. My brother and I made plenty of bubbles in the
bathtub when we were growing up together. You know, it was like having our own
jacuzzi, see?"
Jennifer then lost
it, and Noah had to finally laugh, as he tried to picture in his mind such a
scene. "Y-you mean y-you two... what? F-farted a lot in the tub?"
Noah asked, gasping for air himself after almost getting strangled on his own
soda.
Allen grinned.
"Why, sure, all the time! Haven't you ever done that?"
Noah shrugged.
"Not that I can remember, but..."
"He did. When
he was a baby, I used to bathe him in the sink, and let me tell you, it was not
as funny as he thought it was. Thankfully it was mostly just farts,"
Jennifer informed them, though with a sly look at her son. "But not all
the time!" All three laughed at the notion, although Noah blushed.
Once everyone had
settled down, the teen relaxed. "Okay, if you want to go to the party
tomorrow night, then plan and just do it. If Jesse and I can get together, I'll
invite him to come over here so we can hang out and watch that New Year's thing
they show on TV every year. You know, the big ball dropping and all."
"And if he
doesn't...?" Allen asked, although he already knew the end result.
"If he
doesn't, then I'll go with you guys and park myself in a room with a TV
somewhere, or take my tablet with me," Noah confessed. "It won't be
as much fun, but meh... I can suffer it for one night. Just... don't count on
me being any kind of a designated driver for you two!"
"Well, I
doubt you'll have to do that," Jennifer hinted, but raised a fist
regardless and bumped it with her teenager.
Once dinner was
finished, Noah helped his mother clean up before announcing he was going to
take a shower. "Do you work tomorrow?" Jennifer eventually prompted.
"Nope! James
said we were in great shape for them to get started Sunday night, so I guess
Jesse and I are finished," the teenager replied. "Besides, he said
they're closing early tomorrow anyway."
"Well, that
much is good then," his mother replied. "If you chat with Jesse
tonight, see what they're planning to do tomorrow night before you decide
anything, okay? If he does come over here, we'll leave some money for you boys
to order a pizza if you want. Does that sound alright?"
"You
bet!" Noah then kissed her on the cheek and quickly made his way out of
the kitchen, down the steps and into his bedroom. The first thing he did was
approach the window and gaze across the yard, but it appeared the McAllister
residence was all dark. "They must have gone out to eat or
something," he mused to himself. He thought about sending his friend a
text to ask him, but decided against it for the time being. Instead, he
stretched, arching his back as he considered what he should do. Settling upon
the idea of a good hot shower as he originally intended, he turned toward his
dresser and retrieved fresh underclothes.
A half-hour later,
the teen emerged wearing his customary t-shirt and briefs. Glancing at the
clock and seeing it was only half-past seven, he turned out the lights and
flopped down on the bed before turning the TV on. He doubted either of his
parents would check on him again that night, so he rolled back and grabbed one
of his pillows, pulling it up to prop on while he searched the channels. He
eventually found a movie that looked half interesting, so he settled in to
watch it. At some point though, he grew drowsy and drifted off into a light
slumber.
It was close to
nine before Noah was suddenly startled awake by a familiar ringtone coming from
his tablet. Rolling over and picking it up, he saw Jesse was trying to
establish a video call, so he answered. "Hey there, how's it...
going?" he asked sleepily, stifling a yawn. Quickly rubbing his eyes, he
then pulled his legs up and sat at the head of the bed, placing the tablet in
his lap. Noticing that the lighting wasn't as good as usual, he reached out and
turned on his bedside lamp, which improved the image substantially, as Jesse's
face finally filled the screen from his end.
"Hey, there
you is!" the other teen exclaimed quietly, using one of his phrases he
seemingly only exchanged with Noah. "Were you asleep or something?"
"Kind
of," Noah confessed. "I dozed off watching a movie is all. I've been
waiting for you to call, though."
"Sorry. We
had a late dinner tonight. That guy, Dad's new lawyer, came by and didn't leave
for a while. Then Mom told us she had overcooked a roast or something, so we
all decided to go out to that chicken place. You know the one - on the road
leading out of town toward Greensburg. They had some kind of sign out
yesterday, I think. Something about an end-of-year buffet through Sunday."
"Oh, yeah, we
saw that," Noah nodded in recognition. "Dad even mentioned tonight we
might go out there sometime this weekend, if Mom wanted to go."
"It was
pretty good, actually," Jesse replied. "It had more on the buffet
than I expected. Chicken, fish, ham, vegetables... you get the idea."
"Did you
actually eat anything?" Noah asked, his voice laced with hesitation.
Jesse, however,
knew the reason behind the question. Rolling his eyes, he lowered his voice.
"Yes, Papa Smurf, I ate two chicken legs and a chicken breast, happy? I
also had some slaw, green beans, and a biscuit, too."
"Good
boy," Noah grunted. "Sorry, I just... I'm glad to hear it, that's
all."
"I know you
are. So were Mom and Dad, so no worries. Benji even got in on it - making me
take the second leg!" Jesse shook his head. "I really am feeling a
lot better though, Noah. Ever since they pumped all that stuff into me, I don't
know... I guess I'm just finally beginning to feel more normal again."
"I'm
glad," Noah replied with a smile. "So, I have a question for
you."
"Okay...
shoot!" Jesse replied, settling back.
"Plans,
tomorrow - New Year's Eve, specifically. Do you or your family have any?"
Jesse looked
thoughtful for a few seconds before he responded. "Kind of funny you
should ask that, really. We've always, well, me and Benji anyway, just stayed
up and hung out for the most part doing goofy stuff and whatever. But like I
told you earlier, he's thinking about going to Petey's again. Supposedly
they're having some kind of a party, and then doing some fireworks afterwards,
I think."
"Yeah, I
remember. So, are you going to go, too?" Noah asked.
"Nope, I
wasn't invited, really, and I got the impression it's more for Petey than
anything else. Not even his brother is going to be there, if I heard right.
Something about he's going off to stay with some friends," Jesse
explained. "So, as of now, no plans. Mom is going back to work so that one
of the other nurses can get off for the night, I think, and Dad, well... he'll
probably be catching some ZZ’s. This week has been pretty hard on him, you
know?"
"Yeah, I
imagine. Not just him though, bro - all of you, and well, me too, I
guess." Noah saw his friend nod quietly, then glanced away for a couple of
seconds before turning back. "Well, how would you feel about coming over
and spending the night with me then? I'm going to be pretty much alone for a
while, because Mom and Dad are going to a party at his boss' house. Or, I could
come over there if that makes any difference, but I thought, well... you know.
It'll be a chance for us to get some alone time together, you know?"
"Really?" Jesse asked, surprised, before breaking into a grin.
Noah saw the teen look up, as if checking on his brother, before he leaned in
close to the camera. "There's not a hundred wild, naked girls who could
keep me away from you, bro!" he whispered, causing Noah to snicker.
"What about a
hundred wild naked guys, though?" the teen whispered back.
Jesse initially
feigned being hurt, but then both fell into giggling before he pointed above
him. "I have to be careful. He doesn't hear the best, but he is awake
right now. In fact, hang on a sec..." Jesse then began moving his tablet,
creating an image that darted around the room hectically until it steadied
somewhat while being lifted to the upper bed. There, he found Beni lying on his
stomach, a game controller in his hand, dressed in nothing but his own usual
briefs and t-shirt. Noah watched as Jesse moved the tablet, and its associated
video camera, down to his brother's butt and reached out to pinch it. Benji
ended up smacking his brother's hand away, but upon seeing Noah on-screen, he
stopped and waved at him enthusiastically. "Hey, Noah!"
"Hey,
Short-Stuff!" Noah replied with a grin. Before he could continue, however,
Jesse had pulled the tablet away and the next thing Noah could make out was the
image of his friend seemingly walking through the hallway. "Wow, you know
how to make a kid dizzy!" he remarked as the screen continued to tilt and
move about with each step.
Jesse giggled in
the background before hissing, "Hush!"
A moment later,
Jesse had entered and shut the door to the bathroom, before working through the
obvious motions to situate himself on the toilet. "Whew!" Noah
remarked when the teen had steadied the tablet once again. "It's a good
thing I'm not there, if you're doing what I think you're doing!"
Jesse grunted but
nodded. "It's not THAT stinky, doofus!" he retorted in a soft voice,
before adding, "Both Benji's poops and farts are ten times worse than
mine!"
"Some of them
are pretty bad, yeah," Noah replied, obviously amused. He thought about
teasing his friend further, but changed his mind when it looked like Jesse was
thinking about something. "Okay, so what's up?" he finally asked
during the silence.
"Nothing, I'm
just thinking about tomorrow. Is there anything special you want to tackle?
What time should I plan on coming over?" Jesse asked.
"Actually,
there is," Noah informed him. "It seems there is this big box on my
desk that we're supposed to get started on sometime soon. I mean, don't worry,
the week has been busy enough as it was, but..."
"Your model,
yeah," Jesse acknowledged, nodding. "I've been wondering about that,
too. We really should separate out all the pieces and start thinking about the
things you're going to need to build it. Things like plastic cement, some
paint, sandpaper... stuff like that. Do you, like, have about $30-35 or so to
spare? That's about what all the paints would normally add up to for a model
like that, if not a little more. Honestly, I don't know how much you'll need
until we get to go through it all, but I can probably show you some ways to cut
the cost down a little, though."
"Well, yeah,
I guess so, but... can't we, like, get that stuff at Walmart or somewhere
around here?" Noah asked, frowning.
"Not really.
I mean, we might can find some cement there, but I haven't seen model cars or
anything up there in a long time now. Dad's store has a plastic cement I've
used before, along with sandpaper, too, that are really good. Paints are
trickier, though. You have to get the kind that is used for modeling, because
it's made for drying and sticking to plastic parts a lot easier. I mean, when
it dries it comes out a lot smoother on the plastic than other paints do. The
thing is, I don't know of anyone around here that will have the colors like
you'll probably need. Mom and Dad usually had to order mine online, which was
okay because it was cheaper and all. If it wasn't for the tornado, I'd still
have a bunch of them you could use. But, well, you know..."
"Yeah, I get
it, it's cool," Noah replied. "So, how do we do it? Can we, like,
make a list of them or something? That way, I can get my Mom to order
them?"
"Yep, that's
exactly what I was thinking! That's what I was meaning by pulling everything
out of the box and going through it. In fact, if we can come up with some of
the plastic cement, there's probably parts of the model you can go ahead and
start putting together, while you're waiting for the paint to come in,"
Jesse explained. "At least, theoretically."
"You mean
'we' can put together, while 'we' wait for the paint to come in," Noah
corrected him. "Remember, you're supposed to help me through all this.
That means you're going to be doing some of this with me... right?"
Jesse grunted, but
looked pleased all the same. "I will help, Noah, but... it's YOUR
Christmas present, okay?" When it looked like his friend as going to
object, he shook his head. "Let's not argue about this right now, okay? I
understand, as long as you understand, that sometime over the next few weeks,
we'll have a job to do putting it together and all, and we'll eventually get it
done. Yep, we'll do it together, but I think you're going to find it kind of
fun. Just remember, you won't get it done overnight, or in just a few days.
These kinds of kits take some time to do them right, and they're pretty fun
once you start getting into it!"
"I'll take
your word for it then," Noah replied quietly. "So, okay... I figure
we can work on that, and maybe, I don't know... find something else to get
into, too. If you can spend the night, I've got a new Star Wars movie we can
watch, too."
"Is it 'The
Rise of Skywalker'?" Jesse asked, his eyebrows arched. When Noah nodded,
he immediately perked up. "Benji and I wanted to go see that so bad when
it came out last year, but it never worked out where we could make it to the
movie theater!"
"Dad and I
got to watch it at the theater in Campbellsville. I thought it was pretty
awesome, really, but Dad thought it wasn't as good as he had expected it to be.
I don't know, I think his expectations get a little high sometimes, because he
compares a lot of that stuff with the original Star Wars movies and all when he
was growing up. To me, all of the latest ones are still pretty cool."
"Yeah, my Dad
kind of says the same thing about them, too. Hey, have you seen, like, chapters
one through three? The ones that George Lucas did before Disney took
over?" Jesse asked.
"Oh yeah!
Those were kind of funky though. You know, kind of good in some places and
goofy in others. Like, I hated that Jar-Jar Binks character. He was sort of
stupid, in my opinion," Noah explained.
"Yeah, I
agree, although Benji loved him. It was probably more for the kids
anyway," Jesse replied. "I really liked that water planet, though.
The one where Obi-Wan finds the cloning facility and all. To me, that was
probably the coolest part of the whole series!"
"Yeah, that
WAS pretty cool!" Noah lay back and relaxed. "Anyway, my aunt and
uncle, the ones Mom and Dad went to see this week, got me the Blu-Ray disc as a
Christmas present," Noah went on. "I haven't watched it yet, thinking
you and I could watch it together if you wanted. Benji, too, sometime
anyway."
Jesse nodded.
"He'll love it, for sure. Since he won't be here tomorrow night though,
you may end up having to watch it again with him."
Noah shrugged.
"I don't care. I usually watch these things nine or ten times anyway
before they make their way to cable or regular TV."
Jesse nodded and
then blushed. "Um, hang on a moment, I need to do some, uh... you
know..." With that, he set the tablet aside on the wash basin and, in the
sounds that followed, Noah grimaced as he could hear the teen finishing his
necessities. To his surprise, however, the image changed after a moment to show
Jesse standing at the sink and washing his hands, but with his sweats still
dropped and his groin partially exposed to the camera below the hem of his
t-shirt.
When the face
returned, Noah grinned. "You just had to do that to me, didn't you?"
he challenged, but then laughed as Jesse arched his eyebrows a couple of times
in response. "Those nuts of yours though, they didn't look to be so
swollen anymore," he observed quietly.
"Yeah, I
know. They are doing way better now, compared to just a few days ago,"
Jesse replied quietly, finally pulling the tablet up close as he began turning
toward the door. He stopped before opening it, however, to observe his best
friend and then blush. "Um, sorry, not sure what came over me to do that,
I just... I guess I was just being goofy."
"You don't
hear me complaining, do you?" Noah admonished him. "Besides, I
could... uh, yeah, never mind."
"Maybe,"
was all Jesse replied, still hesitating.
Noah nodded, a
knowing look crossing his face. "You did it probably because you were
feeling horny," he whispered.
Jesse blushed
again, but nodded. "Probably. Since yesterday, I've been, I don't know...
just feeling better, I guess, and... kind of antsy."
"Yeah, I get
it," Noah whispered in reply. "Um, do you want to go into the chat
room tonight? I bet there will be a lot of people online."
Jesse shook his
head almost immediately. "No, not yet. If I do, I'm likely to, you know,
be tempted and all, and then lose it. That's something I don't want to do
until, well, we can get together again. If you want to, that is. I mean, I've
told you... I owe you."
Noah knew very
well what his friend was referring to. "With me, huh? Really? I'm... uh,
flattered, I think, but... you don't owe me, Jess. I promise."
Jesse grimaced.
"You better be flattered!" he warned his best friend with a smile,
but let the rest of the argument go.
"Maybe you
won't have to worry about it much longer," Noah offered. He saw his friend
nod, and then a minute later Jesse had apparently returned to the bedroom. Once
there, for his friend's sake, Noah turned the subject elsewhere in order to
take his mind off of what they had just gone through. "How about four or
five o'clock tomorrow afternoon? Is that late enough?"
"Perfect,
really! That'll let me spend time with Short-Stuff before he goes off to
Petey's," Jesse replied, but his mind was elsewhere at that moment. The
teen was grateful that Noah had diverted their conversation, really, but Jesse
was distracted for a moment, thinking about that last remark: 'Maybe you
won't have to worry about it much longer...'
Perhaps the time
was coming sooner than they were expecting. Jesse certainly hoped so.
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On the morning of
December 31st, Jesse approached his father before the man set off for his
opening shift at the store. "Hey, Dad?"
Pulling on his
winter coat, the elder McAllister paused and turned in the direction of his
son. "Yo, that's my name, Dad, and it's not at all sad, and since none of
us are really bad, it actually makes me kind of glad!"
Makalah,
currently in the kitchen, could be heard bursting out with laughter, as Benji
suddenly stuck his head around the corner only seconds later to peer into the
living room. "What... the heck... was that??!!" the youngster
exclaimed loudly, his face an expression of apparent bewilderment.
"What do you
mean, 'what was that'?" James rebutted with feigned indignity, before
pulling his coat on the rest of the way. He then struck a pose with his hands
upon his hips. "Didn't you like your old man's attempt at Rap? I thought
it was kind of smart-sounding, didn't you?"
Jesse tried his
best to keep from laughing, but failed miserably. "Just... d-don't give up
y-your day job!" he sputtered, earning him a quick grin from his father
before he shrugged.
"I never
liked Rap as a genre anyway, so no danger of that," the man conceded.
"Okay, so what's up? Did you want something?"
"Oh,
yeah," Jesse replied, his thoughts quickly returning to what had initially
brought about the entire conversation. "Um, do you guys still have any of
that plastic cement up at the store? You know, the kind I used to put my models
together with?"
James thought
quickly before nodding. "Yep, I think so. Didn't you boys - ah, I don't
think you two got around to inventorying that section of the floor, did
you?" the man reasoned. "There are still a few tubes there, if I'm
not mistaken. I take it you'd like me to bring one home tonight, perhaps for
you and Noah?"
Jesse nodded.
"If you would, yeah. I think Noah understood we'd have to order some paint
and all, which we will, but we still need the cement. Oh, and some of that
polishing-like sandpaper, too. You know, the really super-fine-grain
stuff?"
"Sure, I can
arrange that. Tell you what though, send me a text later to remind me, and add
anything else you can think of that we might have, that you two can make use
of. I know we do have some small modeling-like paint brushes, for example, that
are used for other types of crafts. Truthfully, they're not really any
different than the ones you've ordered before, I think. I'll also see if I
can't pick up a package of them, too. That will save Noah a little money while
we're at it," James replied. Standing straight, he stretched briefly.
"By the way, we're closing around three this afternoon, so don't wait too
long to send me that list. I'd hate for you not to be able to get your stuff
before the weekend."
"I won't. Do
you... I mean, did all the prep work get finished and everything? Are you guys
ready for the big rollout Sunday night?" Jesse asked.
"Oh, yes...
you boys did a superb job, really. When you consider us older folks, who try to
do this stuff every year while still waiting on customers and so forth, it was
a big help. Seriously, it takes a good while to do what you two were able to
accomplish. You boys helped us cut our time, oh, maybe not in half, but close
to it at least. We'll start Sunday night, but instead of getting done in the
middle to late afternoon on Monday, we might be able to be finished in the
mid-morning hours - which a lot of us will be very grateful for." James
explained. "By the way, I'm not going to turn in the hours for you and
Noah until we're finished though, alright? Probably around the middle of next
week."
"That's fine,
Dad," Jesse remarked, sounding pleased. "You can, uh, give my hours
to Noah though, if you want. He's the one who did the big stuff, anyway."
"Nah, you
still contributed quite a bit, son. You might not think of it that way, but
keeping the paperwork straightened out as well as you did, and helping to
adjust the computer counts was a big deal. So, maybe not physically, but still
just as important. Actually, if it all works out as well as I expect it to, we
might start doing it this way from here on out, or at least over the next few
years." James zipped up his coat before lowering his voice. "Now, you
and your brother try and keep things down today, alright? Your mother is going
to try and go back to work tonight, so I suspect she'll try and take a nap
sometime up in the afternoon before she goes in. She's been off work for so
long now though, it won't be an easy thing to do, trust me. She's trying to go
back in so that some of those ladies who covered for her so much, can at least
spend New Year's with their families. Either way, don't let her do too much on
her own today, okay? That way she can be as rested up as possible."
Jesse stole a look
toward the kitchen entry before lowering his voice as well. "Okay, but
you're kidding... right? She never listens to us, Dad - you know that!"
"And
how," James chuckled. "You know what I meant, though. Just, no
fighting, alright? I'll be home by, oh, around half-past three or so."
"We'll be
good, I promise," Jesse stated. "What about you, though? I mean, with
Benji gone, and me and Mom...?"
James laughed.
"I'll be fine, son. It'll be awfully quiet around here, I know, but your
old man might just take advantage of it. After all, maybe I can catch up on
some sleep for a change, or I might go down to the church for once. I haven't
been to a New Year's Eve service in a long, long time." Jesse nodded then,
accepting his father's answer.
Moments later, the
man had left the house and was backing out of the driveway while Jesse watched
him from the living room window. After he had turned onto the road and
disappeared, Jesse looked around the room, thinking heavily before calling out,
"Hey, Ben, got a minute?"
Almost
immediately, Benji rounded the corner from the kitchen. "What's up, Sir
Butter-Cup?" he announced, causing his brother to smile slightly before
continuing.
"What say you
and I dress up really warm and take our bikes out for a spin? You know, try
them out," Jesse proposed.
"Oh wow,
sure!" the youngster replied enthusiastically. "Uh, can we wait a few
minutes first? The New Teen Titans are about to come on, and well..."
Jesse laughed.
"You still like watching that cartoon, don't you? Yeah, we can wait for a
bit, Sir Ben."
"Thanks, Sir
Jess!" was the spirited reply, before Benji returned to the kitchen. Jesse
watched as he disappeared, inwardly thinking about what they could do for the
rest of the day, since it would be mid-afternoon at least before Benji departed
for his sleepover, and even later before he'd head over to Noah's for the
evening.
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Pete Haskell III
had just finished his breakfast consisting of a homemade western omelet and
toast, a new and pleasant experience to say the least, when there came a knock
from the back door. He and Martha were both surprised, as not only were neither
expecting company that morning, nor did they detect anyone coming up the
driveway. As the elderly woman rose and started to cross the floor toward the
porch, she suddenly smiled widely. Bounding through the doorway were Chelsa,
Justin and Shelby, each sporting big smiles. "Surprise! Hi, Ma!"
Shelby's voice rang out, quickly followed by similar greetings from her mother
and brother.
Pete smiled,
observing the newcomer's arrival. "Hey," he offered, responding to
Justin's quiet wave, while half raising his own hand in response. The younger
boy sauntered over while the women began an earnest conversation, before Pete
continued. "How's it going over there in Russel... uh, is it Russel
County, or Russellville, or... where you live?"
Justin laughed.
"How about Russel Springs! But... you're right about Russel County,
though. Actually, we live in Beckham Ridge, if you've ever heard of that
before. It's kind of on the north side, but it's back this way somewhat,
too," the teen replied as he sat down, bumping shoulders with the older
boy. "It's like two minutes from the city limits, so we're practically in
Russel Springs. Anyway, it's going well, actually. Mom and Shelly wanted to go
shopping for some stuff, and they stopped by to see if Ma might want to go with
us. Well, with them, I should say. I thought if you were here, maybe we just
could hang out for a while - if you wanted to, that is."
Pete's eyebrows
shot up. "Sure!" he replied enthusiastically.
Chelsa overheard
the response, causing her to turn to the two boys. "You two have to
behave, though. No wild parties or anything," she teased, drawing a laugh as
her son rolled his eyes.
Martha chuckled
herself. "No, no parties around here today, that's for sure. Especially
after I just got the place cleaned up!" She turned to her daughter.
"Sure, I think I would love to tag along for a little while. Let me change
my blouse and get my coat, and I'll be ready, I think," she announced,
before walking out of the room. In the meantime, Pete rose and picked up their
breakfast dishes, carrying them to the sink. Seeing several containers on the
counter, he began closing and putting things away, including those that needed
to be refrigerated.
He was surprised,
however, when all three of their visitors appeared suddenly by his side and
started assisting him. Chelsa ran water in the sink, along with dish detergent,
all the while Shelby began separating and stacking the dishes in a seemingly
prescribed order. "Uh, how come you're doing it that way? If I can
ask?" Pete asked curiously.
Shelby glanced up
at the older teen and the shrugged. "I don't know, it's just how I was
always taught, I guess."
Chelsa laughed as
she reached out tweaked her young daughter's nose. "It's just kind of a
Home-Ed thing, something I learned in school many, many years ago. You see,
when you wash dishes, you're supposed to clean the glasses and silverware
first. Then come the plates, followed by bowls before the pots and pans. See,
dishwater is usually at its cleanest when you start out, which makes it best
for those items you use directly. Then it eventually gets a little murkier as you
go along, so you wash bowls and pans last. If it gets too murky, or if you lose
suds by the time you get there, you can always let the water out and then start
with a fresh sink again as often as you need to. Make sense?"
Pete was
bewildered, and it showed. "Sheesh, I never would have thought there was
such a science to it all!"
Justin came up
beside him as all three laughed once again. "That's nothing, really. Wait
until you learn about how Ma and Mom cook and stuff! They have a whole
different science for that, too!"
Chelsa attempted
to reach out and tweak her son's nose, but he hastily stepped out of the way.
"Well, it's no different than what you boys do, is it?" the woman
intoned. "I mean, I bet you have a 'science' for all the sports that gets
played, or when you're trying to repair a car, or go fishing, or play
basketball, or... other things, right?"
"Like take a
shower," Shelby chimed in. "I mean, you always wash your butt last,
right?" she declared, after seeing her mother's questioning look.
The entire room
broke out into spontaneous laughter then, causing the young girl to blush.
Eventually, however, she shrugged it off. "I'm just saying, is all! I know
some of us do, but boys... well... who knows, right?"
"Well, that's
a little unorthodox, but yes, there is a lot of truth in it. That would be one
of those 'science' scenarios, too," Chelsa acknowledged with a grin.
Justin grinned
sheepishly afterwards before retreating. "Well, yeah, I guess so...
Speaking of which, I'll be right back. I need a natural turn," he added
mysteriously.
As he disappeared,
Pete glanced after him with curiosity. At least, until Shelby dropped her voice
to an almost whisper. "He meant he needed to go wiz," she informed
him, giggling.
Observing the
astonished expression on Pete's face, Chelsa suddenly laughed. "See?
That's one of those things that has a science all to itself, too! I mean,
imagine how many ways exist that people all over the world use in order to
announce that they need to go to the bathroom!"
Pete suddenly
laughed, although he began to blush. How many ways, indeed! The teen then pulled
a towel from a nearby drawer and started to help by drying the dishes as they
were placed in the drainer. Between him and the younger girl, within minutes
the job was completed, and Shelby was wiping off the table when Justin
returned. "Err, sorry about that. Hit some ruts in the road after
all."
Pete snorted,
before he turned out a deep, full-belly laugh. Chelsa and Shelby exchanged
knowing grins, before leaning back against the cabinet and observing the boys.
"What?" Justin asked, although he clearly already knew or suspected
what was behind the exchange. When no one answered, he gave Pete his own
knowing expression. "Sheesh, okay, so I ended up having to do number two!
Is that better?"
"Whatever you
say, man," Pete replied. "Although, that might be a little TMI, or
too-much-information," he declared. The three engaged in a short round of
casual conversation then, changing the subject to a more pleasant topic, until
Martha appeared once again from the hallway, this time carrying both a coat and
a pair of shoes with her. Crossing to the table, the woman dropped the shoes to
the floor and sat down with a grimace.
"Justin, you
need to learn how to spray some air freshener, young man. Toots or poops, there
is no denying you have some distinct feisty ones!" the woman remarked.
Laughter erupted all around the kitchen again while Justin blushed, but the
young teen, like his sister, quickly shrugged it off. Once his grandmother
slipped her shoes on, she stood to don her coat. After delivering quick instructions
to the boys not burn the house down, the group promised to return within a
couple of hours.
Both boys watched
as the women backed around and pulled out of the driveway before Justin glanced
up. "So, how about we shoot some more arrows again? I brought my bow I got
for Christmas, just in case!"
"Sounds good
to me," Pete replied. After acquiring his own coat, they both picked what
archery equipment they needed and left the house, heading toward the now
familiar shed. Along the way, the older boy took hold of and examined Justin's
new bow, admiring the quality of it. "If you ask me, this looks pretty
slick! Have you tried it out yet?"
"Oh, yeah!
I've been shooting all week, really. Notice, it's a full-sized bow, too! It's
not a compound one like Grandpa's, but still, I really like it!" the boy
replied, enthused. "I was hoping you guys would come up one day this week
so I could show it to you, but..."
"Yeah, Martha
mentioned coming up the other day, but honestly, Jim and I had some other things
that needed to be taken care of first," Pete explained. "We just
never got the chance right away, that's all. I really would like to come around
sometime and visit, though."
"You
will," Justin replied. "Believe me, you most definitely will - or I'll
give everyone all kinds of hell!" He laughed, a cheerful, welcoming sound
to Pete's ears as he found the teen's enthusiasm engaging. As they began
setting up the target, Justin changed the subject. "So, did you end up
getting anything else for Christmas?"
Pete smiled.
"Not really. I mean, the guys at the station gave me these shoes, but
that's about all - physically, anyway."
Justin nodded.
"That's cool. I was just curious is all. Oh, and here," the boy
replied, pulling a small wrapped container from within his coat. "This is
from me, as a kind of Christmas thingy, and a welcome to the family thing, too.
I saw it the other day and thought, well, maybe you might not have one. At
least not anything like it, anyway. They're kind of handy to have around when
you need one."
Pete's eyebrows
rose as he slowly accepted the package. "You didn't have to do this,
Justin. I mean, sheesh," he muttered. At the boy's bidding, however, he
opened the package on one end and slid the wrapping off of a plain white box.
Opening it, inside he found a simple, but nice-looking pocket knife.
"Wow!"
Justin grinned.
"You don't have one, do you? Not like that one anyway, right?"
"I don't have
a pocket knife - period! Thanks, man!" Pete offered with a sincere grin.
He toyed with pulling the blades open and admiring the simplicity, but quality
of the knife as he balanced it in his palm. Closing it up finally, he saw the
fist that rose toward him, so he met it in mid-air, bumping between them.
"I... I mean, I really like it... thanks!"
"I thought
about finding you something more, uh, playful... like a book, or game, or you
know - just something to do. I mean, I don't mind getting clothes and stuff,
but they can be kind of boring sometimes. To me, anyway," Justin explained.
"But then I saw some of these knives and, well... now you know."
Pete shrugged.
"I haven't had much in the way of Christmas things before, so all of this
- the clothes, shoes, and this... everything is pretty cool to me." He
looked up. "I just wish, you know, I could give you something back in the
way of a present and all."
"Yeah, I
understand how you feel," Justin replied. "But, honestly? You don't
need to give us anything back. We all know your basic story, and well... I
don't think anyone would expect you to do that anyway, so it's all cool. You
heard me, right? I wanted to do something, so..."
Pete nodded,
thinking. "I guess I did get one other gift, kind of anyway. Like you
said, you know that Jim and Martha, err, sorry... your grandparents, they're
thinking about taking me in and all for a while. In a way, that's probably the
best thing that's happened to me in a long time, you know? That's kind of a
present, in its own way."
"Yeah, I
understand. When you called and told me about that the other night, I thought
it was awesome, really. Plus, it gives me someone I can pick on and do stuff
with for a while, now," Justin teased, earning a snort from Pete.
Grinning, the younger teen moved forward and, after carefully aiming at the
target, took the first shot. When the arrow struck just off-center of the
bullseye, he cried out, "Holy shit! Did you see that??!!"
Pete laughed.
"Yeah, I see it. Is that luck or something else from all your
practicing?" Justin simply stuck his tongue out and readied a second arrow
before once again taking careful aim. Letting loose, it ended up outside the
bullseye by about eight-inches.
"Meh, I knew
it was too good to be true," Justin muttered, before stepping back so that
Pete could take his turn. "Still, those aren't too bad, are they?"
"No, not bad
at all. Still better than I'm doing," Pete replied, before pulling the
compound bow in place and letting his own arrow fly. He had rushed the release,
however, causing the arrow to end up in the dirt just below and to the right.
"Ahh!" he exclaimed. "Wind is up a little, I think."
"Yeah,"
Justin replied. "Make sure you take your time though when you're setting
up. You know, don't get in a hurry and all." He then glanced around the
yard. "You know, I really do think it's awesome that you're going to be
around from now on - at least for a while. I hope everything is okay. Dad told
me there were still some things that had to be worked out - like, up at the
school and stuff. He said something about you were in a fight with another kid.
Was that it?"
Pete, readying to
draw the bow back again, slowly stopped before turning to the other teen. He
studied his new friend carefully, all the while suddenly sorting through a bevy
of mixed emotions that had descended around him. "I did, yeah, but... that
might not be an issue anymore. I mean, I got to go talk with him yesterday,
and... well, maybe it's all going to be okay now. He's not going to press
charges or anything."
Justin's eyes
practically popped from his head. "No shit? Honest? Wow - that's... that's
fantastic!" he exclaimed jubilantly. "I'm serious, that's
great!"
Pete smiled
weakly, but set up to try his target again. "I know. I mean, I don't know
what I expected, but... I was really hard on him, Justin, and... I... I
deserved anything he would have wanted to dish back at me. All because... well,
because... I don't know man, it was just hard, that's all."
A silence filled
the void then, and after a few seconds Pete took his turn. The arrow missed yet
again, this time flying to the side and hitting the shed with a thud. Justin
watched curiously before he stepped in closer. "Okay, I'll bite this
time... Why do you feel like it's so hard? Want to talk about it? What
happened?" he asked quietly.
As Pete lowered
the bow, he turned to his friend again. "It was because of me that he got
beat up at a basketball game one night. I mean, it was so bad that he ended up
in the hospital for almost a week, I guess," Pete finally explained, his
voice barely above a whisper. As he stood there, he had been trying to decide
if or how much he should explain, but the thought hit him that Justin would
find out anyway, someday. After he said it though, a nervousness encompassed
him as it suddenly occurred the news might not be received all that well by the
younger teen. The expression that developed on Justin's face even reinforced
that idea even more.
"Whoa!"
Justin replied quietly, frowning. "Wait a minute, you mean up at the high
school? Dad was talking about that before Christmas. He said there was something
in the newspaper about a kid who got jumped, like, at a ball game and got the
shit beat out of him."
Pete winced, but
then nodded as his eyes dropped toward the ground. "Yeah... That was me. I
mean, some of the guys I was with, they... we, I mean... he got tied up in the
locker room see, like a punching bag and, and... the guys I was with went loose
on him. We stripped his clothes, and they..." Pete's voice trailed off,
and in the silence that followed, he couldn't help but feel a sudden tension
developing between them. He looked up in time to see Justin's face covered with
an expression of both surprise and alarm. "Yeah, it was me, Justin. I was
part of the ones who beat up on him. I wish it had never happened, really,
but..." He sighed. "So, if you don't want to be friends now, then...
yeah..." he whispered.
Justin's face then
became passive once again before he grunted. "But... why? What would make
you... I mean, I don't really... help me understand."
Pete gathered
himself together and took a deep breath. "It's like I told you Christmas
Eve, man. I had some deep, I don't know, problems I was dealing with and all.
Stuff that even now I'm still kind of working out and everything. Earlier this
year, me and some of my friends started razzing that kid at school, all because
we thought that he was gay, okay? I mean, not just me alone, but I did it
probably the worst, see? And... it got kind of bad and all. Then one day when
we were harassing him at lunch, you know, giving him a bunch of shit, he got
mad and fought back. He... he kicked us in the balls, and... and... all kinds
of shit, see? And from there, it just... it just... got worse."
Justin's eyes
narrowed slightly. "Yeah? How?"
Pete shrugged
before visibly slumping his shoulders. "Nothing physically, not really
anyway. Right after that, I was caught with having drugs in my locker at
school, and so I was expelled. The deputies that arrested me, they were taking
me to jail, see, but on the way, they stopped for some drinks or something.
They never cuffed me up or anything though, and... and... I saw a way to get
the door open, so... so I did it. I ran away from everyone... and I was on the
run, see?"
A knowing look
then crossed Justin's face. "I remember hearing something about that, too.
Grandpa was talking about how they had been on the lookout for someone, a
teenager and all. But man, I didn't know that was you, though..." He
observed the bigger boy curiously, and noticed the distinct change in his
demeanor. To him, it looked like Pete was ready to collapse, so in deference to
the older boy, Justin turned about and nodded toward the shed. As he started
walking, he subtly drew Pete along to join him. Once inside, they found two
old, metal folding chairs which the teen pulled out and put to use, before
sitting down. Pete hesitated at first, but then joined him by sitting in the
other chair heavily.
As Justin regarded
the boy, his face remained impassive, but there was no mistaking the curiosity
that nagged him. "So, I take it this is what you were afraid to talk to me
about last week, isn't it?" When the older boy nodded glumly, Justin sat
forward with his elbows upon his knees. "Okay, maybe I should have
listened, or pushed more than I did, I don't know... but, why now? Why tell me
all this now?"
Pete peered deeply
into the eyes that were searching, as if examining his soul. "I... Justin,
I kind of like you, okay? You're one of the first real friends I think I've
made, and... and... I don't know. When you started talking about what your Dad
told you, I just, I figured I better come clean, that's all. I think you have a
right to know who you're dealing with, okay? No matter how bad it might make me
look. I know... you probably hate me, now... but if so, then at least I won't
be carrying a secret like that anymore and have, you know, something hiding
from you."
Just hesitated,
but then nodded. "I appreciate that, yeah, but... okay, I get it. You...
did you say you saw this kid yesterday? And... you two worked it out?
How?"
"Yeah, I
guess," Pete grunted. "I mean, there's a lot of stuff I've still had
to work through, okay? I mean, I've been around him, this guy, a few times, and
there's nothing about him that seems gay at all. Before though, I guess I was
just being a big jerk - a homophobe or something. You know what that is, right?
Someone who... who hates..."
"Gay people,
yeah," Justin filled in. "Yeah, I know about them."
Pete took a deep
breath and let it out slowly. "You see, I got hurt that way when I was
younger, and... and I've never really dealt with it before, you know? I had a
bad attitude about gays and stuff, and well... it turns out the guys I was
hanging around with did too, some of them even worse than me. What went on at
the school started out just so-so, but it quickly got worse and everything
really quick. I was kind of in the middle of it all, see, and... then the
lunchroom thing, and then they found drugs in my locker and all. I was
arrested, but I got away and lived on the run for a long time, several weeks at
least."
Pete stared off
into the distance through the open doorway. "All those weeks I spent on
the run and everything, I had a lot of time to think things over, but it was so
confusing and all. Then the night of the game, someone got me a ticket so I
could go in and watch, see, but I didn't stay long. There were some people who
started looking at me funny and I thought, well, I thought they might recognize
me and all, so I got out of there. Some of the guys I was hanging around with
though, saw him - the kid. The next thing I know, I'm with them when they trap
him in the locker room. We stripped... I mean, we skinned him see - ripped his
clothes off and everything see, and I thought that was going to be it. You
know, I just wanted to humiliate him mostly, especially when the team came back
and found him and all. That was kind of the plan anyway, but instead... the
guys I was with, they... they..."
"They
pulverized him, didn't they?" Justin asked quietly. When Pete nodded, the
younger boy continued. "So, you didn't, like, beat him up, right?"
"I'm the
reason-"
"No,
stop," Justin retorted sharply, then took a deep breath. "Answer me,
and tell me the truth, okay? Did you beat on him, or do anything besides tear
his clothes off?"
"No!"
Pete replied firmly, before lowering his voice again. "I didn't, I swear.
I mean, when they started hitting him, I- I tried, I mean, I begged them to
stop, tried to pull them back and all..." Pete confessed. "But...
they wouldn't. One of them shoved me away, and I tripped, and... I saw them go
at it, like hitting him over and over in his nuts, and ribs and... and... and I
got sacred, okay? I ran, like a coward, but..." The last was offered as a
whisper. When he saw Justin just sitting there, processing it, he sighed again.
"I'm sorry, Justin. I don't mean to scare you or anything, I'm... I
just... I've had a lot to deal with, okay? That's why I keep telling you that.
It's not because I'm hiding all this stuff, it's ... it's just..."
Justin nodded. "Okay,
I can see that, yeah," he whispered, before offering Pete a weak smile.
"Just so you know, I'm not scared, nor do I hate you. I admit, I'm a
little disappointed, but I'm not scared or mad or any of that shit, okay?"
He reached out a hand and placed it upon Pete's knee, surprising the teen with
the firmness of the grip there, and the gesture that was being conveyed.
"It's okay, honest."
Pete observed his
new friend with suspicion. "Maybe, I don't know. I think... I think this
is something that's going to hang around my head for a long time though, you
know?"
"I think...
well, as long as you're trying to process it and all, then yeah, it will.
But... I also think there is something else in that head of yours, too, that
you're not giving yourself enough credit for."
"What's
that?" Pete asked.
"A part of
your heart," Justin replied with a smile. "Didn't you just tell me
this kid wasn't pressing charges or anything? If that's so, then that means
he's probably forgiven you, right?" He sat back and shook his head.
"Your guys must have really gone to work on him pretty bad. I only
remember what Dad told me, but... it didn't sound very good, whatever it
was."
Pete sighed.
"I never wanted that. I never wanted him physically hurt, not like that.
Humiliated, yeah, but... not that."
"But... it
happened anyhow, right?" Justin looked away before turning back.
"Man, you really were a badass I guess, weren't you?" He suddenly
snickered and shook his head. "I hope you never decide to beat my gonads
to a pulp like that! Ouch!"
Pete winced.
"Justin, I-"
"I'm messing
with you man, come on!" Justin interrupted him. "Lighten up,
seriously. Otherwise, it looks like I'm going to have one hell of a job coming
up."
"What do you
mean?" Pete asked, finally letting his curiosity replace his overall sense
of unpretentiousness.
"Well, if
you're becoming a part of our family see, then... I'm the one who will be
closest to you, right? I've already warned you... I'm not gay, but I do things
sometimes just for the fun of it, and well, I'm not afraid to admit that I do
kind of like hugs and stuff, so..."
Pete suddenly
burst out laughing, which was a good sound as far as the other teen was
concerned. "Justin, you really do mess with me sometimes, you know?"
He finally whispered, glancing up at the kid. "There is one thing I can
promise you, I'm not a homophobe, okay? Maybe at one time I was kind of close
to being that, but if you knew why, well... it might be different, you know?
But... I can promise you, hand on a bible even - if you wanted - I'm not a
homophobic person, at least not anymore."
"Okay, I
believe you. But... can I ask, then? What happened to you, to make you say
that?" Justin asked quietly.
Pete observed the
younger teen for a moment before looking away. "Do you... like, do you
know what it means to be molested and all? Like, guys raping boys and
all?"
Justin nodded.
"Sure, that's when creeps fuck their dick up another guy's ass
and..." The boy stopped, his eyes narrowing. "Wait, are you saying...
are you saying you were raped? When? By who?"
Pete winced.
"I don't know, five or six years ago, I guess. By a man that got high on
drugs one night at my house, and who decided... who decided..." He
couldn't finish the sentence, but luckily Jesse didn't need him to.
"Whoa... shit! I get it now! I truly,
fucking get it now!" Justin whispered.
"Get
what?" Pete asked meekly.
"Last
weekend, when we slept together, then... then the next morning, and I stripped
and... and..." Justin let out a deep breath along with a low, sorrowful
whistle. "That's why you were so nervous, wasn't it? That's why..."
He then shook his head. "I'm sorry, Pete. I mean, if I had known that,
then I... I mean..."
"You would
have what? Gone into the bathroom to change clothes? Slept on the floor or
something?" Pete shook his head, finally able to draw on some inner
strength as he addressed the younger teen. "Justin, none of that bothered
me, okay? Except, well, maybe it opened my eyes and made me realize something.
It told me inside that you really saw me as, I don't know, someone not that
different than you, see? Here I was, thinking I was basically just a piece of
garbage, and... I never thought of myself as someone worthy of being, well,
trusted like you did. That's how I felt, anyway, but yet... you did. We had
only met just that night before, and though everything was cool and all, then
we're suddenly sleeping together, see? It... it kind of caught me off-guard,
because I - I hadn't done that, and..." Pete stopped and sighed before recollecting
his thoughts. "Don't you see? Even though I was still kind of a stranger
to you and all, you didn't care. The way you explained it and all, and you made
me just feel better about it and everything. It made me realize, too, that I
was wrong about a lot of things and all. For the last few days, people had been
hugging me, and... and... I don't know, just - caring, you know? It was all
weird, and new, but... it was something good, too. People were actually caring
about me, and... then you cared, too. That meant something to me, you know? Not
so much what you did, but the fact that you didn't think anything about it,
see? You made me your friend, and I saw I was making you my friend, and... I
know, okay? It sounds stupid and all, but I'm glad we, I mean... I'm glad YOU
did it, because, well..."
Justin suddenly
giggled. "Are you saying you're glad you saw my ass? Wow!" The boy
then outright laughed, but bumped shoulders with Pete hard until they both were
laughing. The tension was easing, and Justin realized he had just heard the
biggest compliment he had ever had in his life, come from a friend who was
opening himself up from the inside. "I believe you, Pete - I really do.
I'm still sorry though, about what happened to you. I know that kind of stuff
can really screw with a guy's head sometimes. I had a really good friend once,
not that long ago, who got really messed up by some things his cousin did with
him one weekend, or tried to do with him and all. I mean, the stuff he told me,
some of it was hard to believe at first, but then again, it's nothing really
different than what we read or hear about almost every other day in the news,
or in the paper." He sighed. "Like my Dad says a lot, we live in some
messed up times, you know?"
"Yeah, I
know," Pete whispered.
"But, okay,
I'll be honest about something, too - just between us: I like you, too - a lot.
But liking you doesn't mean I'm going to hump you, or jerk off with you, or lay
a bunch of kisses on you, or start Frenching... or even start acting all girly
on you, okay? That's not me. I mean, sheesh, I get enough of that girly stuff
from Shelby as it is, sometimes!" he added, with an underlying tone of
annoyance. "The point is, though, what it does mean is this: you're right
- I do trust you, because... well, because I think your trustable. Does that
make any sense?"
Pete smiled at the
thought. "It does, because I'm starting to feel that way about you,
too."
"Good!"
Justin then laughed, shaking his head even more. "That's... wow, that's
messed up, man! But... I still don't care." He sat forward again, turning
in close to lean next to the other boy. "Pete, I will promise you
something. I'll be better around us from here on out, okay? I don't want you
getting off into some kind of funky mood or-"
"Stop,"
Pete commanded, though softly. "I don't want you to change, Justin. If you
do, then I'm going to feel guilty probably for the rest of my life. Get it? I
want you, like, to just be you. I didn't tell you any of this shit to make you
change anything, you know? But... I am hoping that now I've told you
everything, well... maybe you'll forgive me. I mean, Jesse told me something
yesterday, about since he forgave me, maybe... maybe I needed to forgive myself
over this shit, too. Now that you know about it, I just... well, I
hope..."
"Of course, I
forgive you. Why would I not?" Justin asked, frowning.
"I don't know
man, I just... I don't know. I feel like, honest, I don't want you mad at me,
or afraid of me or anything," Pete whispered. "I don't want you to
change, either."
Justin
unexpectedly laughed. "Me? Afraid of you? Have you looked at yourself
lately? You've got, what, six inches and 30 pounds on me, if not more? At the
rate I'm growing, I bet you'll always be capable of pounding me to a
pulp!" He laughed. "But - I do understand what you're saying. You
don't mean that kind of being afraid, I know. Still, afraid of you? No - I
won't be, I promise." The boy then suddenly covered his crotch
purposefully with both hands. "Just... um, yeah - don't mess with my
twins, please! They are quite attached to me!"
The joke caused
them to both crack up. It was an icebreaker, as Pete suddenly realized it was
one of the reasons that he liked the other teen, along with his spontaneous,
carefree attitude. Once they settled down, Pete did eventually blush. "I
wouldn't, I promise. Not on purpose, anyway."
Justin nodded.
"I know you wouldn't, Pete."
He then smiled at the teen. "Listen, it sounds like this guy,
Jesse, really knows what he's talking about, too. If you've really repented, as
Dad likes to say, then... all you have left to do is learn from it and move on.
That's what he tells me all the time when I get messed up with something, but
in your case, I think he's extra correct. You have to forgive yourself, too,
because otherwise... It's like the dark side of the force, see. If you don't
forgive yourself, then it's something that will forever dominate your
destiny." The last was spoken in an uncharacteristic voice, but at least this
time Pete knew and understood the Star Wars reference.
"Okay, Yoda,
point taken..." Pete remarked. "I meant what I said though, Justin.
Please, don't change, okay? Please?"
Justin stared at
him for a few seconds before nodding. "Okay, I promise nothing will change
from my side, and hopefully nothing will change with you, either. I'll be me,
if you promise to let yourself be you. If you see my naked ass again, you'll
just, I don't know, have to ignore it or something." They both smiled, but
then Justin continued. "Pete, seriously... you're going to be a part of
our family, now. You understand what that means, right? We're not going to be
brothers or anything, but you'll get me for something a little closer than just
being a friend... and I'll get you, too. That means you'll have to put up with
all my faults and everything that goes with me, myself and I. I'm not perfect,
buddy. Not by a long-shot."
Both fell silent
for a moment, before Pete finally giggled. Justin, curious, poked him with his
elbow. "What is it?"
Pete shrugged.
"I was just thinking about when we talk, you always end up making me feel
better, you know? When we came in here and started talking about this stuff, I
was pretty sure you were going to hate me and end up walking out or something.
And... I confess... I was feeling pretty miserable about it."
Justin laughed.
"I don't know, maybe it's because I'm so loveable or something?" Pete
glanced up quickly to catch the grin there, and then moved to not only pump
shoulders, but actually push the boy nearly off his seat. Justin could not keep
from laughing harder. "O-Okay, okay!!!" he cried out, before getting
an assist and being pulled back upright. After a moment, he did sigh.
"Pete, I'll be honest - I thought about it, I really did. I thought about
just walking down the road and taking off or something. I don't have much room
in my life for bullies, really. I mean, I have enough of them to deal with
already at school. Believe me, I know some pretty nasty ones, too, so that's
nothing new. Actually, some may even be way worse than what you've just told me
about you, honest. They're just, ah, more discrete about it, I think."
Justin paused
though, until the older teen looked up and he caught the older teen's direct
attention. "But... that's not you, okay? I don't see that kind of a person
in you, honest. I mean, like today, when we sat down here, you actually started
to talk with me, see? Not down to me, or at me, but you really talked WITH me,
man. That says a lot to someone like me, you know? But you did, and get this:
the more you talked, yeah - it got a little darker and dirtier and all, but
there was also something good that came out of it in the end."
"Something...
good?" Pete asked.
"Yeah,
something good... because it's like you said about the trust thing: I could see
you were beginning to trust me, just as much as I trusted you." The teen
then reached out and propped his elbow upon the older boy's shoulder, pulling
in closer. "You know something? I could never hate you for that, as long
as I felt you were telling me the truth - and that's what you were doing. So,
tell me, how can that make me hate you, when it just makes me like you even
more?" Justin was smiling, but his entire demeanor changed to one that was
even softer. "Look, as far as I'm concerned, you and me Buddy, are going
to have some fun times ahead of us. Do you like camping or fishing? Because if
you do, then we're going to go - a lot! Oh, and video games, and... and...
archery, and four-wheelers, and shit, all kinds of stuff, man! Just you and me
at first, I promise, until you get comfortable being around me, with everything
the way I am. Then I'll bring some other guys in with us, and you'll really
start having a blast. Believe me, okay?"
Pete smiled back.
"I'm already okay with you Justin," he whispered. "But... I know
what you're saying. Thanks, man. I owe you. Oh shit, do I owe you... big
time."
Justin shrugged.
"Meh, we'll work it out some day, if you really want. Maybe you can dance
your naked ass in front of a mirror or something. That might even things up a
little," he teased, which made them both begin giggling yet again. Justin
grew quiet again, however. "You know, I'll probably always remember that
the most for a while. Like, how you reacted last Sunday morning, in the bedroom
and all."
Pete grimaced.
"It wouldn't surprise me," he whispered. His expression changed,
however. "Justin, you being naked, I... it just surprised me, that's all.
It honestly didn't bother me in a bad way, okay? It just, I don't know, it made
me have to think a little. Inside, I felt guilty and everything, but
not because of what you did. It was... yeah, like I said, you just surprised me
by doing something I couldn't believe anyone would do, especially around me,
you know? If you had known me from before, I... it..."
Justin then smiled
before shrugging. "Well, like I told you before, we're both guys, right?
It didn't bother me, but... knowing what I know now about what you told me,
well... it kind of makes sense why you might react a certain way. I mean, I
don't blame you okay? Just, when you're with me, don't worry about it. Oh, and
no, I promise, none of this will change me around you. I mean, heck, I'd still
do it again, because... well, we're guys, and... and... you know...
right?"
Pete smiled at the
boy in relief. "Thanks," he whispered, causing Justin to offer a
raised fist between them again, which was equally bumped.
"It will all
be cool, Pete. You'll see, I promise. Just, uh, do me a favor, okay?" the
younger teen announced.
"What's
that?" Pete asked. "Please don't tell me it's about not busting your
balls or something goofy like that, or..."
Justin rolled his
eyes, but then leaned in even closer. "Remember what I said, about not
being gay or anything, but that there a few things I like to do sometimes?
Like, maybe give hugs every once in a while? Especially at the right time, and
in the right place?" The younger boy's voice had also dropped to a
whisper. "Well..."
Pete suddenly felt
a wealth of emotion hit him, just as Justin turned and engulfed him in a huge
embrace, holding him firmly. "Thanks, buddy," Justin whispered after
a moment, especially once Pete threaded his arms and returned the gesture just
as warmly.
It was Pete's turn
to shake his head. "No... Thank you, Justin... for everything."
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