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The Storm That Turned the Tide
by Sean E.
Chapter 34 - The Epilogue
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… 3 Years Later …
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It was a very
spring-like day throughout the valley, the air warm but mild, and without
humidity. The past few weeks had seen a gradual transition from the colder
temperatures of a late winter, into the early blossoms of an oncoming spring.
In the wider landscape, many local residents were already deep into plowing
their land for plots to serve as vegetable and flower gardens. Farmers were
also getting into the act, preparing for the upcoming growing season on a considerably
larger scale. In the townships and other places though, yard debris had been
removed, hedges clipped or trimmed, and lawn equipment was given due diligence
- all in preparation for the changing weather that would leave a long, cold
winter behind.
On this day,
however, Jesse was sitting high above the ground on his perch, as he quietly
looked out over the nearby scene. A good portion of his view was hindered, as
the growth of leaves and other tree limbs began bunching around him, making any
view outwards or within denser. The teenager liked it that way, really. In rare
instances, the platform on which he now sat gave him a sense of privacy, away
from his brother, his family, and the rest of the world. Not that he
necessarily needed it that often, but there were times it allowed him to escape
into a quiet void where he could breathe deeply and relax for a while.
As the teen looked
out, however, there were still plentiful gaps that he could peer through, some
toward the road and the entrance to their driveway, while others further off
into the four corners of the horizon overlooking neighboring lands. Jesse
peered out and sighed, though with contentment, as he leaned back further into
the overly large cushions supporting him. He and Benji had procured them by
luck as it were, after learning the Davies family were preparing to discard
them. Glancing about, he smiled with genuine satisfaction at the entire effort.
Much like Noah's platform above his own front lawn, Jesse and Benji had built
this inevitable treehouse two seasons before. Jesse recalled how his little
brother had cackled with delight at the older teen's announcement that, on the
boy's 10th birthday, this would be his present to him. Within weeks of that
event, and with a little help from both their father and Noah, they had
carefully laid out the platform, built with plenty of support beams underneath
and along with a sturdy handrail. The platform resided several feet above the
ground, in one of the three large trees that stood guard across their front
lawn. The floor itself was about twice as large as Noah's had been, and given
the configuration of the tree itself, the group had even been able to construct
a partial roof above them. It wasn't an enclosed space, but the elevated
project was able to guard against most of the falling rains and other
precipitation. Once finished, the two brothers had spent a lot of hours in the
treehouse, reading, playing games of one sort or another, and more. In Jesse's
case, it provided a nice place to take a nap, or do some deeper studying when
needed.
In his lap sat an
Advanced Mathematics book, one based on Calculus and Trigonometry, opened to a
chapter well beyond that of the book's center. The high school senior had a
math test scheduled in the coming week, and although he had little real concern
about the material itself, he thought he should at least refresh himself on
some of the methodologies it painstakingly put into practice. Calculus, he
found, was unlike any other math subject he had ever been introduced to.
Although some of his peers found it difficult, Jesse found himself enjoying the
challenges it presented in his last year before heading off to college. Even
Noah had joined him in finding the math, though challenging, at least satisfying.
It also helped that the credit they earned would also apply in college, and
advance their journey as they began their coursework.
Jesse smiled
suddenly, as he thought of how much his life had turned out for the better the
last few years. Since the tornado had devastated their little family and forced
them to begin life anew, the family's fortunes had turned for the better once
they had initially recovered. He recalled how the four of them had sat down at
the dinner table one evening, and talked it out as a family with no real,
preconceived verdicts. True to their parents' word, James and Makalah let the
two siblings voice their own thoughts on the matter, and openly listened to
them freely as a family. Did the boys want the old house rebuilt, or something
else - perhaps seeing if they could buy their temporary house as it was now and
remodel, or add expand it? Or did they want to start over somewhere with a new
layout? They discussed everything , including the ability to rebuild where they
had been, or altogether find a totally new place and simply begin again? The
four of them talked it out for hours, discussing the pros and cons all
together. Surprisingly, the answers did not come immediately - as they
contemplated over the next few days what each choice would, or would not, bring
them in the end.
The choices did
gradually get narrowed, however, much to their parent's pleasure. The decision
was made to build again, but not necessarily on the property that had
originally been theirs. Both Benji and Makalah voiced more than once that every
time they looked across the property, deeply unsettled feelings floated to the
surface from the memories of what had happened before. James wisely recognized
the impact the storm had had on his family, and quietly relented to the fact it
might be for the better in the long term.
Once the decisions
had been made, many things changed for the family of four yet again. Jesse
turned and glanced toward their new house, observing the more recent
construction with a smile, all while recalling the events that had played out
so well. The insurance company had been found guilty, just as Mr. Carmichael
had suspected they would. Thankfully, the judge ruled that the company had been
being derelict and criminal in their responsibilities - not just for the
McAllisters, but several other claims around the state, too. In the end, the
group ended up paying substantially when all things were said and done. Thanks
to Mr. Carmichael and his firm, the McAllister's ended up with a settlement and
then some extra, which allowed Jesse's parents to finally build their new house
nearby where the old one had resided, and set aside a college fund for both
boys afterwards. Jesse was careful to label it as a new 'house' though, as
opposed to a new 'home'. In fact, he scoffed at himself before grinning,
recalling how his mother had been quite strict in that regard: "A home can
be made anywhere", she had said. "Look at where we are here, next to
Jennifer, Allen and Noah. Even though this is an older house, and one which
they own, we still think of it as our 'home', right?" When Benji had
frowned, she leaned in close and embraced her son. "I know, it sounds
funny, doesn't it? Seriously though, honey, just think about it: this is still
our home, all because it is what we make of it for ourselves. That building
over there is just a house though - just a bunch of wood and plaster and stones
assembled together really. And it'll stay that way until we are settled inside
of it. When that happens, THEN we'll be making it our 'home'. Get it?"
Although Jesse accepted the sentiment right away, Benji was a harder case - at
least, for a few days. It was a reminder that, although the youth was advanced
in a lot of ways for his age, he was still quite young in others.
Jesse looked over the craftsman-style
construction though with a satisfied eye, thinking back over the two-years
since they had moved in. His mother's explanation stood out clearly, perhaps
more so than ever before. Their home wasn't necessarily an overly large house,
but instead it was now a two-story design that held the main living quarters on
the ground floor, along with their parents' bedroom, and two sizable rooms
upstairs with a bathroom. It had neither the creaks nor other sounds that were
so audible like their old place had, nor the subtle smells they had been so
accustomed to and grown up with. Instead, it was solid and laid out well,
offering the four of them a renewed level of safety that they could now call
their homestead.
The lower level
had ample-sized rooms all around. The kitchen, designed and styled using
barnwood cabinets and white-walled trimming, was twice the size of any they had
ever enjoyed before. The living room, complete with a fireplace and built-in
shelving, was reminiscent of older Cape-Cod designs with large windows
overlooking the front porch and driveway. Their parents' bedroom, fashioned in
an old-colonial trim, large with walk-in closets and a master bath that made
even Jesse blink when he set foot in it the first time. Their parents had
originally planned for all the rooms in the house to be open and spacious -
even for the boys, but the two brothers had their own input and say for the
upstairs that raised an eyebrow or two.
Originally, their
parents had intended to make the space upstairs into two separate bedrooms for
the brothers, along with a sizeable bathroom. That would have made the layout
compatible with most other layouts found in modern architectural design. Jesse
and Benji had challenged the idea though, coaxing their parents to make one of
the bedrooms larger so that the brothers could both share yet again. That
request had not only surprised both parents, but puzzled them as well. At least
until Jesse sat down one evening and explained that it would not be long until
he would be off to college. It was his thinking that, as long as Benji didn't
mind the occasional visits when he came home on weekends and holidays, it would
leave the youngster with a large room to call his own. Benji, seated nearby,
brightened at the idea considerably. Seeing the doubt in their parent's faces
though, the youngster quickly explained how much he loved being able to share a
room with his brother - even if it were only for a little while. Something in
his tone caught his mother's attention, and when she pressed him further on the
matter, her son confessed that when he had Jesse around, it made him feel not
so alone at night time. Without him now, he thought, he'd always be reminded of
how soon it would be before his brother would be leaving for good. That was the
argument that had won both parents over eventually, and thus it was made so.
They now shared a rather large single bed, almost unheard of in most situations
with families, on an entire floor that was now all their own.
"Oy, are you up there?" came a
sudden sound from the ground, interrupting Jesse's reverie. Leaning over the
side, he grinned when he saw a familiar figure standing beneath the tree
looking up at him.
"Yep! Come on
up!" Jesse called down. He watched initially as the tall, lithe form of
his best friend took a few steps and then began climbing the makeshift ladder
that had been attached to the tree's base. As he pulled back, seconds later a
head appeared, followed by the rest of the body as it clambered up onto the
platform. "How goes it?" Jesse greeted him as the boy scooted inside
and nestled up close, leaning back against the cushion Jesse arranged to share
with him.
"It goes
great, I think!" Noah responded with a toothy grin. "How about
you?"
"Not bad, thanks," Jesse replied,
folding and tagging the corner of the page before closing his book and setting
it aside. "Just looking over some stuff for that math test next week. It's
on Tuesday, right?"
Noah nodded.
"Yeah. You know old man Richardson doesn't like giving tests on Mondays,
or other days for that matter."
Jesse scoffed.
"Oh yeah, I know." He wrinkled his nose before continuing. "When
you think about it, I don't think it's that bad of an idea, really. I mean, he
says Mondays are bad because you're coming off the weekend and everything, and
on Fridays you're too excited and waiting for the weekend to get here. So that
really does just leave the middle days of the week, doesn't it? I know on
Mondays I'm always dragging, so a test then would probably be worse for me, at
least."
"Yeah,"
Noah acknowledged. "And don't forget, he also thinks Thursdays are bad
because you can't stop thinking about Friday being only one day away."
Jesse laughed.
"Yeah, I know. That makes leaves Tuesdays and Wednesdays. You know though,
you could use that same kind of logic for a Tuesday, too."
"Oh? How
so?" Noah asked.
"Well, if
Mondays you're getting over the effects of the weekend, you could say that
Tuesday you're getting over the effects of Monday," Jesse quipped with a
grin.
Noah laughed at
that, then nodded. "Damn straight, I guess!" He shook his head
though. "Maybe we ought to find a way to present that to him. He always
gives his tests on Tuesdays, I think."
"Yeah, but I
think that's because he knows Wednesdays are always so hectic and everything at
school. Tuesdays are a lot calmer in the short term," Jess replied. He
glanced at his companion then, who looked up into the bright blue eyes that met
his own. Both smiled, the silent exchange speaking volumes before Jesse slid
closer and they both began to lean in against each other. Though they wore
their usual jeans, both had long-sleeved dark-colored thermal shirts, something
that Jesse had become fond of after being around Noah in recent years. As they
came together, the teen also reached out and grasped Noah's hand, interlocking
their fingers. Noah squeezed the grasp gently, before leaning over even further
until his head was resting against Jesse's shoulder. A deep contented sigh
emitted from the young man just then, one which did not escape Jesse's notice.
"So, are you sure you're, like, okay?"
Noah lifted his
head and smiled. "Oh yeah! I'm always okay around you, you know
that," was the quiet reply, before he stretched his neck further and
closed in. Jesse grunted, but bent down and met the lips that connected with
his own in full force. The kiss was sensual, something private but yet
fulfilling. Theirs was an exchange of feelings, more matured than their earlier
puppy-love that had grown between them so fast, yet so completely. This was an
exchange that showed nothing had been lost, even after all this time. As they
pulled apart, it was Jesse's turn to sigh, which caused Noah to then giggle.
"Talk about me! How about you?"
"Now that you're here, things couldn't
be better," Jesse whispered. Noah smiled, but then went back to leaning
his head against his friend's shoulder.
"I'm kind of
glad it's as secluded up here as it is, you know?" he commented. Without
waiting for a response though, Noah added quietly, "It's really nice
today, isn't it?"
"Very,"
Jesse agreed. "Perfect day for Benji's little party, I think."
Noah nodded.
"I know, yeah. So, the runt's going to be 11, right?" When he felt
Jesse nodding, he scoffed. "About blooming time, don't you think?"
Jesse laughed.
"Yeah, I guess. He's been talking about this one for months, really. He
thinks he's finally becoming a teenager, although I've been telling him he
still has a couple of more years to go." He then grunted. "And then,
he's also asking about all kinds of stuff again, like what will happen to him
this year and all, until he gets to be 12."
"Oh,
wow," Noah remarked, then shook his head. "I think I know what you're
talking about, too. We'll never hear the end of it though, will we?"
"Not for a
while, no," Jesse replied. Glancing down, he squeezed the hand he held
again lightly. "Uh, you do know that he knows about us now, right?"
Noah nodded.
"Yeah. He was up here a couple of Saturdays back while you were at work.
Mom had sent me over with some stuff for Makalah, and I climbed up here with
him for a few minutes. He and I ended up talking, I don't know, I guess almost
an hour. He told me he had started to suspect something for a while." He
looked up before speaking again, his voice falling even quieter. "I kind
of figured he would find out, you know, even before now. I mean, I know we're
trying to be careful and all, but... There are just some things, you know? No
matter how hard we try, when it comes to our little brother, well..."
"Yeah, I
know," Jesse replied, nodding in agreement before sitting back. "It's
okay, honest; I'm really not worried about it with him. I think I've always
known he would be okay with it, I just wanted to put it off until, like, he was
ready. He loves us both too much to care, I think - especially given all the
things we've done for him."
Noah smiled.
"Hey, like I said, he's our little brother, and... like you told me once,
some things just don't seem to faze him any." The teen glanced away
thoughtfully for a few seconds before turning back. "To be honest, I was
just glad he told me not to worry about anything. He knows we sleep together
naked most of the time, and jerk off and stuff. He... he seemed pretty cool
about it all."
Jesse grunted.
"As much as he and I do it now, he'd better be," he stated, before
shaking his head. "Especially after what the little runt went through the
other night with me."
Noah looked up in
surprise. "Oh? What happened, if you can tell me?"
"What do you
think? I've never hidden anything from you yet, have I?" Jesse smirked,
but then turned away before he went on. "He's... Benji's starting to kind
of experiment a little now, I think. On his own, I mean." Glancing back,
he watched his friend's expression. "You do know what I'm talking about,
right? He has started having some, uh, dry orgasms and everything."
"Seriously?" Noah whispered, and when Jesse nodded, he
suddenly burst out laughing. "Wow! It's about time, then! I think some of
us got them long before his age, you know? How the heck did that subject come
up anyway? And... by himself or... or with somebody?"
Jesse laughed.
"Well, kind of both, I think. Part of it is kind of Petey though, who
else? I don't think they, like, have any affection for one another or anything
- at least not like you and I do. They're just... friends, more or less.
Friends with benefits, in this case." He gazed bemusedly at Noah.
"Benji isn't like you and I were, Noah. Despite the fact he's younger than
when we kind of came together, he has more friends than we did growing up. It's
kept him pretty active and busy at just being a kid, you know? I mean, he stays
so busy, he doesn't really think about stuff sometimes, at least not like I
did. He and I talk and stuff, and play together when we can, but... it's just
not like it was a few years ago and all. He knows I'm growing up ahead of him
and have a lot of things I have to be more responsible for, so... he kind of
has this group of people closer to his own age now. Make sense?"
"I get that,
yeah," Noah nodded. "In a way, I guess I'm not really that surprised,
Jess. You knew there had to be something that would change as we got older,
right?" The teen sighed. "At least he still gives us hugs and stuff.
I mean, at least he still gives them to me, and I assume he does to you,
too."
Jesse smiled.
"Oh yeah, almost every night. Sometimes when we get in bed, he'll roll
over and we'll cuddle up to me just like old times, like nothing has ever
changed. Those are the moment I live for, I think, because it just feels... I
don't know, it just feels special between us."
"I bet,"
Noah replied. "I mostly only have you now, but... I can remember a few
times, and I know how different, but how cool it was for me, too." The
teen shifted. "So... him and Petey, huh?" When Jesse nodded, the teen
pressed on. "So, details man, what did he tell you?"
Jesse sat back
further against the cushion, still holding onto Noah's hand gently, but
scooting ever closer to the other boy. "Well, he told me he and Petey took
a shower together for the first-time last week, and then that was the first
time he's kind of gotten to compare and everything with someone his own age.
They, uh, checked each other out and all, apparently up close, too. Supposedly,
Petey's got a longer dick, but he isn't uncut." Jesse grunted as he stole
a glance at his friend. "Like you."
"Yeah,
yeah... okay," Noah scoffed, leaning in against the shoulder there.
"You know, I don't know which is more common, but I kind of like it your
way rather than mine."
Jesse laughed
suddenly, amused at the sentiment. "What if I told you that, to me, it's
the exact opposite?"
"It wouldn't
surprise me. I mean, you've told me that before," Noah nodded. "I
don't care though, to each his own, I guess. Was that all he told you?"
"Oh, no,
there's more." Jesse spoke in low tones, even though he well knew no one
could hear them. "Supposedly, they both tried to get a glimpse of Petey's
brother while he was in the shower. Ben said they got to sneak a look, and that
he did have a pretty big willie, but he thought ours was bigger."
Noah laughed hard
after that. "Really? Crap! S-so they d-did the Peeping-Tom thingy, huh?
Wow!" Sitting up, he turned so he could see Jesse's expression, and found
the amusement there as he had expected. "Well, I don't guess that's
anything I should be surprised at. He's probably caught us more times than we
know, right? And he's always been the curious type and all, hasn't he?"
The question was more of a statement than anything else.
"Oh, yeah,
even about himself. I catch him every once in a while, in our room, pulling out
his waistband in front and checking his own stuff and all. I think he's still
waiting to grow some hairs of his own," Jesse replied quietly, all the
while grinning.
"No doubt.
Say, is he getting any bigger yet?" Noah asked, his voice just above a
whisper.
"Yep,"
Jesse replied. "Not really big in size or anything, but he's definitely
'growing'. Even now, he's starting to change in little ways and everything.
Like, I don't know, maybe his marbles are starting to drop more now, you know?
And... um, like his skin isn't as loose as it used to be, if that makes any
sense." He sighed before glancing up again. "You haven't been able to
be around him as much lately, have you?"
"No, not
really since school started. I don't know, it's mostly just that I've been
really busy and all to, like, have any kind of special moments or anything with
him. I think the last time I saw him, you know, 'that way', was last summer,
like in the boys changing room up at the pool. And then, it wasn't the kind of
place to, you know, outright... uh..." When he saw his friend nod in
understanding, Noah sat back again, letting go of a big sigh before he
continued. "I feel kind of bad about that sometimes. I mean, between you
and me finding time for one another, and work, and then all this stuff at
school..."
Jesse nodded
again. "You don't have to explain it to me, I promise. I'm with you; life
has gotten a little more, I don't know, complex I guess, compared to a few
years ago." He shifted then, and wrapped an arm around Noah's waist.
"Let's just leave it at that for now. No pubes yet, but... he's changing.
You know you'll see him again before long anyway, I'm sure, and not just at the
pool this summer. Remember what he always promised us both, though? I mean, he
sees me naked plenty and all, but only because we share our bedroom and stuff.
We also still cuddle up some nights when I can't be with you." He suddenly
sighed, realizing where he had taken that remark. "I'm sorry, bro. I
didn't mean to, you know..."
"Don't worry
about it," Noah grunted. "It doesn't bother me any, Jess. Honest.
I've always known you two have your moments together, and even I get to have
one every once in a while, so it's cool. I just, uh, don't get to have them as
often as you two do, I guess."
Rubbing his nose,
Jesse then sighed again while squeezing his boyfriend. "The only thing I
CAN say though, is that he still talks to me - a lot. He doesn't hold back,
either. Just like what happened with him and Petey, he couldn't wait to tell me
everything, and even, uh, ask more questions. That... I don't know, it just
means everything to me, Noah. The fact he did it with you, too? Well... It's
awesome, really." Smiling, he leaned his head over until their foreheads
came together. "Just like you. You've never bailed out on me either. You
and I talk about things differently, being older and all, but still... I'm
happy it's just us, you know?"
"Yeah, I
know, just like I know you won't bail on me," Noah whispered in reply.
"I mean, after everything we've been through together, why would we? We're
best friends, brothers and, who knows what that means for us down the road. I
don't know really, but - I don't care. As long as you'll have me, we could end
up being mates for life, you know?"
Jesse smiled
again. "What are you talking about? You're the one who has to decide how
long you'll have me, remember? Just wait till we get to college this fall, and
we finally get to share a room, together. Just the two of us, hopefully for the
next four years, too. Not that we don't have plenty of fun now, but... then?
We'll be living together, Noah... really living together."
Noah laughed,
rolling inward and wrapping himself around his friend, before climbing to his
knees and then straddling him on top. "I know we will. We'll probably end
up sharing everything even more, too! Our clothes, toothpaste..."
"Underwear?" Jesse whispered, grinning. "I won't even
care if you cum in them," he added with a whisper, touching the tip of his
finger to Noah's nose, causing the other boy to giggle.
"We're going
to have so much fun, you know? Like you said, it's going to be our own room,
with our own bathroom, and just you and me. Maybe a little studying here and
there, but mostly we can wrap up with each other, get naked, watch TV and
cuddle, and play and... other things..." He sighed heavily. "I know,
like you said, we have plenty of fun now, but... I honestly can't wait, bro.
It's going to be something different for us, you know?"
"Yeah, and in
a good way," Jesse whispered back, totally relaxed as he stared up into
the face watching him. "No hiding, no worrying about Short-Round waking up
and catching us trying to top one another or anything, no-"
"Not that
stuff, Jesse. I mean, I don't care what Ben sees - well, for the most part
anyway. Like you said - he knows we play and cuddle. I was just thinking about
you and me," Noah admonished him. "Just... us. Understand? With
Benji, we have our own thing, even the three-ways we kind of did and - like
when we went camping, remember? But... I'm talking about just... us... you and
me."
Jesse nodded, his
eyes becoming moist as he smiled. "Yeah, I know. I was hoping for that,
too. It will be kind of nice, every night and every morning, to be able to
finally sleep together - well, except for the weekends or breaks when we come
home." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I don't know
about you, but we've been doing stuff for more than three years or so now,
right? Sometimes though, it still seems just as cool and awesome as the first
time we did stuff, you know? Just the holding, the feelings... all of it. I
know I sleep a whole lot better when it's just you and me, and I can pull you
up to me and everything, naked, and... and...."
"OOOhhhh
yyyeeaahhh," Noah replied, before leaning in and kissing Jesse fully on
the lips, lingering there and drawing in a deep breath. After a moment, as they
stared and smiled at each other, Noah relented. "Don't worry, I know we
can't do anything. Runt's party starts in, what, an hour or so?"
"Less now, I
think," Jesse replied meekly, but then reached out and pulled his friend
fully on top. He struggled to push his hands underneath the waistband of Noah's
jeans, but after a little maneuvering, he got his fingers to tuck inside.
Hugging his friend close, he spoke into Noah's ear. "I can still have a
few minutes to hug and hold you though, right? At least until Mom gets back
from the store with Benji."
Noah grunted.
"We can hold each other for as long as you want," he replied, hugging
back. After a few minutes however, he suddenly sighed and lifted his head to
look down into the eyes that met him. "So, still planning on coming home
with me after we go to Pete's cookout tonight?"
"As long as
you'll bring me home tomorrow. My car won't be out of the shop until Monday or
Tuesday," Jesse readily replied.
"It's a shame
that guy ran into you like he did, though I guess it could have been
worse," Noah remarked thoughtfully.
"Yeah, it could
have been a whole lot worse. It wasn't totally his fault though, I realize,
but... it did shake me up a little." Jesse grunted. "It did more
damage to his car than I think it did to mine."
Noah nodded.
"Have you heard anything more from the body shop?"
"Supposedly
the rear fender and hood work is all done, but they had to rework the paint and
some other molding in some way." Jesse replied, sighing. "It was
supposed to be finished yesterday, but they called Dad and told him it really
needed to have another day or two before it would be totally complete. Until
then, uh, I guess you are kind of my personal chauffeur..."
Noah laughed.
"That's okay, it's cool. We'll go over after school Monday, maybe you can
get it then. If not, then we'll do it again Tuesday," the other boy
suggested, visibly relaxing even more. "Either way, we haven't had much of
a weekend together for quite a while now, so it'll be kind of nice...
right?"
"You bet it
will," Jesse agreed. "You know, thinking about it, if you wanted to
stay with me and Ben tomorrow night..."
"Hey, that's
not a bad idea, really!" Noah enthused. "I'd be up for that! We can
sleep late in the morning, and then, uh... yeah!" He grinned as he lowered
his voice again. "We can maybe do all our fooling around tonight and in
the morning, so we won't be so, uh, tempted and all when we're back here... you
know?"
Jesse giggled,
shaking his head before glancing up and placing another gentle kiss upon his
best friend's nose. "I'm glad you still want to do stuff, you know... with
me..."
Noah reared back
slightly, looking amused. "We promised each other, right? And hey, you and
me... like, I said..."
"I know,
Noah," Jesse replied. "I'm just glad, that's all bro. That's why I
love you so much, I think." Hugging again, he nuzzled Noah in the crook of
his neck before he continued. "If you can put up with me, I admit it would
be kind of cool for us both tonight, and then maybe with Squirt tomorrow,
too." Wrinkling his nose, he observed his friend. "Listen, we don't
have to hang out with Pete for long tonight, if you don't want to. He just
invited us, and I felt bad about trying to back out of it. He's tried a lot of
times to get us to come over before, but it just, you know, it just never
really worked out and all. I never wanted to go by myself, and I think you were
the same way, too. Still... we don't have to stay long if you don't want
to."
Noah shrugged.
"I don't care, really. I know what you're saying, too, but - it's just a
cookout with some of his buddies, I think. Like you said, we've promised him
more than once we'd come sometime. Besides, I think I heard they were going to
make some homemade ice cream afterwards, and well, you know..."
Jesse suddenly
laughed before shaking his head. "I shouldn't be surprised, I know,"
he gasped in between breaths. "You and ice cream..."
"Hey now,
don't be rude! I can't help it if I happen to LIKE ice cream, you know!"
Noah retorted, feigning mock indignation. Afterwards, however, he grinned.
"Besides, how come you guys aren't having ice cream for Squirt's party
today? That's almost a given for birthday parties in general, you know!"
Jesse shrugged.
"I honestly have no idea. I think Mom kind of took over for this one,
because I really haven't had much to do with it," he added dryly.
"He's not having too many people over anyway. Petey, of course, and us,
and a few others. I think he even invited Addison, which - I'm not sure if
she'll be here or not, but..."
Noah laughed.
"Well, can't say he's shy about inviting girls, can we?"
"Oh no, he's
not shy about that by a long shot, even if they are older!" Jesse replied.
"I get the feeling he was hoping she would come. You remember her
babysitting him a few times, right? Especially when you and I were off at some
of the ballgames and stuff? My guess is that they got to be pretty close as
friends and all - as much as a girl like Addison would let either an eight- or
nine-year old be. Which in this case, I think she honestly really likes him,
too, so you're right: it's really not surprising." He looked up. "Anyway, I figure we'll try to stay for
some cake, and maybe watch him unwrap his presents, then kind of slip out
afterwards - if that's okay with you. He knows we got hoodwinked into the
cookout before the party plans were all set, so I know he'll be okay with it.
Just, I have no idea what the time will be like, but we can kind of just wing
it and see how it goes. Okay?"
"Sounds fair
enough," Noah agreed. "I hope he likes what I got him for his birthday.
It's not like what your present is going to be, but..."
Jesse grunted.
"I got lucky, Noah, that's all. It took some convincing Mom and Dad to
agree to it, but in the end, it all worked out. As for yours, you got him that
big stuffed Pelican, right?" Jesse asked, and seeing Noah nod, he agreed.
"He'll love it. He still really likes his stuffed animals and all, more
than a lot of boys do. Did I tell you I found us another fishing net, kind of
like the one we used to have before the tornado? It's a little larger, I think.
That's what he is unwrapping tonight, sort of as a fill-in. He won't get his
other present until tomorrow."
"Yeah, I
remember," Noah acknowledged. "We're supposed to pick it up,
right?"
"Yeah,"
Jesse replied, before sighing. "I'm just hoping he'll take care of it, you
know?"
"He will,
Jess. You know he will," Noah replied.
Just then, both
boys started and turned as they heard a vehicle approaching down the driveway.
"Well, I guess that's the end of my study time, for now," he mused as
they both sat up. Jesse grabbed his textbook, but quickly leaned in and gave
Noah a quick kiss on the cheek. "Love you, bud," he whispered.
Noah grinned back
as he grasped an arm and hugged it tight. "Love you, too." Both boys
then made their way to the edge of the platform and began their descent.
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"Noah!"
The shout came
expectantly as the teenager climbed the steps to the back, wrap-around porch.
The exciting, youthful exuberance displayed by the younger McAllister never
ceased to amaze the teen, even though Benji was now turning eleven years old.
It had taken on a new depth over the years, but yet there was still a boyish
charm that had never changed. Noah saw it ever more plainly as he watched the
rapidly approaching youngster appear and launch himself, just as Noah reached
the top step. There was a quick, tight embrace that was filled with even more
warmth and sincerity, as Benji buried his face into the older teen's neck and
pushed it in close. If there ever was any doubt of it being a well-deserved
welcome, it was immediately pushed aside as the younger boy finally let go and
stepped back, looking up happily. "You came!"
Noah feigned a
hint of annoyance. "What do you mean, 'I came'? Of course, I did! Good
grief, what made you think I wasn't coming, you little fart?" He let the
last part fall to a low tone, just in case Makalah was hanging around anywhere
nearby. Regardless however, there was a jubilant response from those around him
as they broke into laughter. The birthday boy blushed, but in typical fashion
just shrugged it off as he and Noah traded a few playful jabs at one another.
Another individual
suddenly materialized behind the youngster with a smug expression. "Ha!
See? I told you!" Petey intoned, giggling.
"Told him
what?" Jesse asked, stopping to lean against the rail momentarily.
"That his
farts were legendary," came the self-satisfied reply, although like Noah,
with a lowered voice. From somewhere inside, however, they all heard the sound
of a woman quietly laughing in the background.
The others joined
her by laughing heartily at the ribbing, just as Benji turned on the boy and
stuck out his tongue. Instead of following up, however, the youngster once
again just simply shrugged it off. "No worse than yours are!" he
finally retorted, before reaching out and grabbing Noah by the hand and pulling
him along. "Come inside and see the cake Mom and I just picked up! It's
awesome!"
With a knowing eye
to the others, Noah allowed himself to be dragged inside the house and out of
sight as they made their way toward the kitchen. Petey, obviously uncertain of
what he should do, finally decided to follow them. Jesse was about to also join
in, but hesitated when he noticed the approach of another vehicle coming down
their driveway. Once it had parked, a familiar looking girl alighted, waving at
him enthusiastically. "Hi, Jesse!"
"Hi Addison!"
the teenager grinned and called back in response. Descending the steps again,
he moved towards her as she approached. Meeting along the walkway, Jesse
stopped and caught her, engulfing the girl warmly. "How's it going?"
he asked cheerfully, holding the girl briefly before letting go. Unlike earlier
encounters over the years, the teenager had finally pushed aside his shyness
and openly embraced this girl with no hesitation. It was something Addison had
finally taught him not to be so timid about, and she in kind responded just as
warmly, smiling brightly by the time they parted.
"To tell you
the truth, I think I'm doing fabulous!" Addison replied. "And how
about you?"
"Not too bad,
really. Just a few weeks of school left now, so they're turning the screws on
us a lot tighter before they finally set us free," Jesse replied.
"You know, tests, school events - stuff like that." He stepped back
and out of the way, letting the girl step up by his side slowly before both
began a leisurely stroll toward the house. "How are things at, uh, Eastern
isn't it?" the teen asked, referring to Eastern Kentucky University, where
Addison had won a scholarship the year before and was just about to complete
her freshman year.
"Kind of
rough, really. The first semester wasn't too bad, although I had to kind of get
used to it. This one though, ugh. Our semester finals begin next Wednesday, and
although I'm pretty comfortable with most of my classes, I took a chemistry
class this semester that has made me work my ass off just to keep up!" the
girl replied while rolling her eyes. Seeing the mischievous grin that met her,
she scoffed. "I'm serious, Jess! I think I do about twice the work in that
class than all my other classes combined together! Our instructor is a foreign
graduate student, and she doesn't speak the best English in the world. Not that
I hold any bias against her, really, but I don't honestly think she's learned
how to teach, either. Everyone still in the class is having a hard time dealing
with her, you know?"
"I'm sorry to
hear that, really," Jesse replied, relenting before a thought struck him.
"I thought you guys could, like, drop a class in college when things
didn't go so well. You know, like, maybe take it again later under someone else
if you found out you didn't like it, or couldn't get through it very
well."
"Well, yeah,
you usually can - at least up until a certain cut-off date. The thing is, she
started out not being so bad, so none of us had any idea of what to expect,
see. We even took our first test and didn't really do that bad, so the bunch of
us thought that yeah, all would be okay. Then before we knew it, it started to
change, and as we progressed, it turned out worse. Before we knew it, it was
too late to get out. She started getting deeper into stuff that we couldn't
always follow along with, see? And her tests... whoa, since that first one
they've been really murderous, and she refuses to grade on a sliding scale or
anything. So, those of us who are left are stuck trying to do our best."
Addison paused to sigh deeply. "Besides, I'm also on a scholarship see, so
I'm more restricted by what I can do. I mean, I have to take a minimum 12
credit hours per semester so that I don't lose a part of my funding by dropping
a class. I took a lab that gives me two credit hours, but if I drop this one,
see, I'd end up with 11 overall."
"Oh, I get
it, I guess," Jesse replied quietly, looking off into the distance. He had
remembered seeing similar rules in other scholarship programs that he and Noah
had filed applications with. "I guess that does make it kind of
rough."
"Yep!"
Addison replied, nodding. "It's not quite as simple as it is for other
kids, that's for sure. I'll be alright, though. A bunch of us formed a study
group and hunkered down. It helps - at least enough we think we'll get by it
with a 'C' or better," Addison explained. She then glanced sideways at her
friend. "So, enough about me! How about you and Noah? Are you two still
planning to go to Western this fall?" When Jesse nodded, she smiled.
"That is fantastic! Have either of you gotten word on any of your
scholarships you applied for yet?"
Jesse shrugged.
"No, not really. Dad's boss, Mr. Stout, put in a word for us both with the
Ace Hardware corporate offices, and we both got a small scholarship through
them. It's not a huge thing, but we're getting $500 each that we're allowed to
use toward housing and books. As long as we keep our grades up, it's renewable
each year until we graduate." Wrinkling his nose, he glanced at her.
"I know some scholarships are kind of awarded early, but our advisor told
us not to be discouraged, that a lot of them didn't send out notices until the
beginning of next month. So... we've both got our fingers crossed, and we're
hoping we can at least get some kind of a break through the university
itself."
"You might,
sure. That one from Ace is not bad though, really," Addison replied,
nodding in understanding. "Even $500 awards are nothing to sneeze at. If
you get a few smaller ones and all like that, they can add up quickly. Is that
per semester? Or is it for the whole academic year?"
"Luckily,
it's for each semester," Jesse replied, climbing the steps with her.
"So, yeah, it's really $1000 for the year."
"That's even
better then! Like I said, don't discount it. Every little bit helps," the
girl replied as they both reached the top of the steps. Their discussion was
interrupted, however, by the running of lively feet once again, and the arrival
of a certain birthday boy who appeared and practically collided with the girl.
"Addison! You
came!" he gurgled, laughing extensively as he hugged her as fiercely and
warmly as he had Noah, all the while dancing in such a way as to keep them both
from falling down.
Petey looked on at
the two before he glanced up at Jesse. "Sheesh, I'm glad he didn't jump me
that way!" he chortled.
"Hey,
Short-Round!" Addison exclaimed, laughing at the remark as she braced
herself and then continued to pace together awkwardly around the porch and away
from the steps. She then looked down at him and grunted. "Except... you're
not really so short anymore, are you? You just about knocked us both over,
jumping on me like that!"
"Yeah, I
know... Sorry," Benji replied with a sheepish grin. "I'm just glad you
came. I haven't seen you in, like, forever!"
Noah, who had
sauntered back outside and joined them, folded his arms across his chest.
"Sheesh! Is that what it does then? I mean, you don't see anyone for
months or more, and then they all of a sudden get the infamous
'catch-me-and-hold-me' treatment? Especially if it's a girl?" He glanced
up at the girl with an amused look. "He did me the same way just minutes
ago," he offered in lieu of explanation.
Benji turned to
the older teen and stuck out his tongue before snapping back. "You don't
count! I get to see you almost every week, thanks to you and Jesse!" He
turned back to the girl as he released her. "He's right, though... It HAS
been a long time, hasn't it?"
"Yes, it
has," the girl agreed.
Benji then turned
on Petey with his hands suddenly propped on his hips. "And no, I don't
usually give everyone hugs like that, but... if you want one-" he teased,
then laughed as the other boy suddenly shirked away, causing the entire group
to burst out laughing.
Addison reached
out from behind and gave the boy a brief hug again, before pulling a small
envelope from her back pocket and handling it around in front of the youngster.
"Listen, squirt. I'm sorry, really. There was so much going on these last
couple of weeks that I honestly didn't have any time to go and find you a big
card or anything this year. Not like I've done in the past anyway. This,
honestly - it's not that much, okay? Not for someone turning eleven, but... I'm
hoping you'll forgive me and can still make use of it in some way or
another."
Benji turned and
looked up at her with a wide smile. "Thanks, but... don't worry about that
stuff. You didn't need to bring me anything, really. Just you being here is
worth it all, trust me!" the youngster replied back, accepting the envelop
and then giving her another quick embrace afterwards. "Come on, I was just
showing Noah my birthday cake! It's awesome, really! Want to see?"
Within seconds,
Benji had pulled her along inside the house, the older girl laughing as she
fought to keep her balance. Jesse snorted, shaking his head but otherwise
remaining behind on the porch again. This time, having already been through the
routine, both Noah and Petey remained behind with him. Although the three
initially just stood, watching the screen door as it closed, eventually they
crossed over to where both a swing and porch chair awaited them nearby. Petey,
taking the chair, watched as the two older teens sat down together in the
swing. "So, uh, nice day... isn't it?" he spoke, although hesitantly.
The older teens
did not overlook the attempt by the youngster trying to engage in small-talk.
"Yeah, pretty nice," Jesse responded before sitting back. "So,
how's your brother doing? I haven't heard from him in a long time."
"He's
finishing his first year of high school," the youngster replied. "I
figured you two would have crossed up though, in the hallways or
something."
"He's in my
lunch group, I think," Noah responded, but then shook his head. "That
doesn't say a lot though. Most of the younger groups tend to avoid us
seniors."
"Oh,"
Petey replied, nodding in understanding. Glancing back at Jesse, he shrugged.
"Well, I guess he's doing okay. I actually don't get see him very much
though, at least not like we used to. He's always hanging out with his friends
now, or working with Dad down at the shop."
"That's
right, your father runs The Glass Shop, doesn't he? Down off the square, I
think?" Noah asked curiously. When the boy nodded, he grunted. "Yeah,
I think I met him a couple of weeks back. Dad and I were working on getting a
glass top cut so it would fit our breakfast table. Kind of a custom thingy, I
think, since it has six sides and all. He came out to the truck and measured it
and everything, then went inside and cut one out for us. Got it right on the
first try, too! He fixed the edges so it wasn't sharp and then we took it
home."
"That would
be Dad, yeah. He pretty much does all of that kind of stuff," Petey
replied quietly. Glancing around, he then spoke again. "When is everyone
else gonna get here? Isn't it, like, getting close to time to start
already?"
Jesse glanced at
his watch. "Meh, there's still about 20 to 25 minutes to go. There'll
probably be some more to show up pretty soon."
Noah glanced at
the younger boy and then grunted. "Why, getting tired of talking with us
two 'oldies' here already?"
Petey rolled his
eyes. "Bullshit, you're not oldies... at least, not yet!" he
exclaimed softly, before sitting back in his chair and blushing slightly.
"Sorry, hope no one heard that." Both of the older boys grinned at
him before he sighed. "Yeah, I know. I try to watch my mouth when I'm out
and stuff though. As to you two and all, it's not that. I just, well, I don't
know what to say, really."
"Well, Benji
will be back out here in a minute, I'm sure, and then you won't have to worry
about it anymore," Jesse replied, before scooting forward. "In the
meantime, why don't we go shoot some basketball? Maybe we can play some 'Horse'
or 'School'. You know, something simple until some more people show up?"
"Really?" Petey asked, his face lighting up.
Noah also scooted
forward while Jesse was climbing to his feet. "Hey, I'm game!" he
replied. For good measure, he extended a hand toward the youngster, who gave
him a toothy grin in return as he grasped and pulled, ultimately rising to join
them. The trio set out down the steps toward a nearby basketball goal. After
Jesse detoured to get the ball from the garage, they each then began taking
turns and shooting various shots. As predicted, before long Benji and Addison
returned and joined them.
Over the next
half-hour, several other guests arrived and began mingling with the group until
the numbers grew. When a sufficient crowd had gathered, they all switched to
playing volleyball, which more easily accommodated them. It wasn't long before
the group was well intoxicated by the ongoing play, rapidly exchanging serves
and going all out. People would jump, bump into one another, even fall in
places, laughing and having a blast. It wasn't long before Makalah appeared and
set up a portable player on the deck, which then filled the air with a mixture
of lively tunes and popular music.
As the evening
wore on, Noah finally glanced at his watch and grunted with surprise, pulling
up short. Looking up, he quickly got Jesse's attention and then pointed to his
wrist. "Uh, if we're going to go, we should probably get a move on, you
think?"
"Oh wow,
yeah," Jesse replied after observing the time for himself. "I was
thinking that a little bit ago, but... uh... whoa!" He looked out over the
teams and quickly located his little brother. After approaching him, he leaned
down and spoke quietly. "Happy birthday, little bro! Noah and I have to go
now, but I promise you - when I get home tomorrow, I'll spend the whole evening
with you. We both will, if you want - just you and the two of us, or just you
and me!"
Benji looked up at
him with a kind smile. "Don't worry, Jess, it's fine. And yeah - you and
Noah hanging around tomorrow would be super as far as I'm concerned!" He
offered his brother a fist bump which was returned, alongside one with Noah,
who had also approached and gave the boy his own well wishes. With that, the
two older teens shared their goodbyes with the rest of the assembly before
backing away to make a quick exit.
Before they could
completely vacate the group though, Addison caught Jesse by the elbow.
"Hey, I'll probably stop by for a few minutes at Pete's tonight. He
invited me, but I told him I was already kind of committed here. Still, I think
I'll swing in for a few minutes, at least."
"Oh, okay,
then we'll see you in a little while," Jesse replied, giving the girl a
fist bump, which was soon followed by Noah, before both boys continued on into
the house. Only minutes later did they reappear and head for Noah's car, which
they entered and began backing out of the driveway.
"Wow, I
didn't realize it was getting this late!" Noah remarked as they pulled
onto the road and started heading toward town.
"Yeah, it's
kind of my fault, really. I wasn't watching the time any at all," Jesse
responded.
Noah only grunted.
"Nah, we both were having fun," the teenager replied before letting
the issue drop. Instead, he reached out to the radio, and turned it on to fill
the air between them with tunes from one of the local stations. Both boys then
fell silent while sitting back, relaxing while making the drive into the outskirts
of town. Before long, they slowed their approach to a familiar driveway that
led into the Hunt's residence.
"Whoa,
there's several peeps here from the looks of it!" Noah remarked as he
worked up the driveway and maneuvered amongst quite a few vehicles before
finding a place to park.
"Pete told me
there would be a few, yeah, but I didn't expect this many," Jesse replied
quietly. Both boys alighted quickly, however, and began heading toward the rear
of the house, where they heard both the sounds of laughter and music
resonating. Once they rounded the corner, both pulled up short. A crowd of
around 15 to 20 people were scattered into two groups, one of which were
further off toward the rear of the lawn and playing their own game of
volleyball. A few were closer by, however, standing and mulling about with
drinks in hand, laughing and having a lively conversation with Pete himself.
They caught sight just in time to see older boy suddenly ducking out of a
playful shove by another familiar girl in the group, before glancing up and
observing their arrival. "Hey!" he cried out rather loudly, breaking
from the group and scurrying over quickly.
Noah and Jesse
glanced at one another with grins as Pete arrived. "Sheesh, it's about
time you two geeks showed up!" he greeted them, grinning widely himself as
they bumped fists. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming! Jim just
announced a few minutes ago for us to get ready. You can see Martha and Chelsa
bringing the food out, so you're just in time!" Indeed, both boys saw the
two women, along with a younger girl near Benji's age carrying food to one of
the tables. Beyond the table farther back stood Jim Hunt, who looked up and
waved, smiling at them as he continued to pull burgers and hot dogs from the
grill onto a serving platter.
"Sorry about
that, we kind of let our time get away from us," Jesse offered.
Noah nodded in
agreement. "It all smells good, though! It's making me hungry!" he
announced clapping and rubbing his hands together.
Pete laughed, but
then jerked his head. "Good! Come on, there's a couple of people I'd like
to introduce you guys to quickly, if I can - and to one in particular, who has
been waiting forever to meet you." Both teenagers glanced at one another
in surprise, but then turned and followed Pete as he retraced his steps to the
group he had broken from. "Hey, everyone! Some of you may know these two,
but for those of you who don't, I want you to meet Noah Cook and Jesse
McAllister! These two are some of my closest friends from back in our high
school days!"
Jesse grinned in
amusement at the reference to closest friends, and he heard Noah quietly grunt
under his breath. Still, both boys were welcomed by the group, which Pete began
pointing out and introducing. They recognized Linda, of course, who stepped
forward and gave each of them a quick hug, before letting them continue on to
the others. As it turned out, most were either from Pete's newly acquired
family in the last few years, or otherwise people they had all seen or
interacted with at school. Each either waved, nodded or bumped fists with the
teens as they exchanged greetings. That is, until one boy in particular who
looked to be about 16, decidedly stepped forward and stood before them with
crossed arms. "I don't believe it! I'm actually going to get to meet you
two bozos for a change!" he announced crisply.
At first, the
blank expression and taut voice that broke the air heavily, caused the others
in the group to pause, including Pete himself. Jesse, however, saw the young
man's eyes begin to betray a certain amount of merriment. Glancing at Pete, he
immediately presumed this was individual who had been waiting to meet them.
Stepping forward, he reached out a hand. "Hey, I'm Jesse," he
announced, intending to shake the younger boy's hand.
All might have
been fine at that point, except the boy pushed the hand aside and closed the
distance between them. With a quick move, he engulfed Jesse lightly, giving him
a hug. "We don't shake hands unless we have to," he heard the boy
speak softly, and then laughed when he saw the look of surprise, along with the
grin that reacted to his move. "All I can say is, it's about friggin'
time!" he added, letting go and giving Noah an identical, quick hug.
It was Pete,
however, who laughed before shaking his head. "Sorry guys, I should have
warned you. This is my cousin, Justin. He's kind of been begging me to get you
over here for a while now." He grinned and glanced at all three. "And
yeah, he's kind of one of those hugger-types sometimes."
The small crowd
surrounding them all laughed, which made Justin grin as he stepped back. If he
was embarrassed, it didn't show as they watched him shrug. "Me? A Hugger?
Well, maybe... I don't care, though. The world needs a few more hugs if you ask
me."
Jesse and Noah
smiled in return, and both relaxed, finding themselves taking a liking to the
kid. "I agree," Jesse replied.
Justin observed
them both as others started to join them. "Sorry guys, but Pete's right -
I've been waiting to meet you two for a long, long time."
Jesse finally put
forth a genuine smile. "It's all good, I promise." He then glanced at
Pete. "Did you say he's your cousin?"
It was Justin,
however, who responded. "Well, yeah, more like step-cousin or something, I
guess. I mean, I could care less about the 'step' part, he's just Pete to
me." Glancing at the other boy, he added, "We've never really defined
it, I guess. I mean, we're close friends at least, but-"
"He's my
pain-in-the-ass best friend and, if you have to put a label to it then yeah,
he's my 'adopted' cousin!" Pete interjected. While the others laughed
again, he grinned and lowered his voice. "Seriously, though, this here is
my sidekick and a whole lot more." Justin blushed slightly, but then
offered a fist-bump which Pete met without hesitation.
It had been some
time since Jesse had been around Pete, and hearing this exchange actually
surprised him candidly - not just Pete's confession and actions, but the
reaction of the younger teen as well. It showed both a level of maturity in the
younger boy, as well as another aspect of their friend's behavior that was
altogether changed from their earlier encounters. Thinking back, he did recall
a few conversations where Pete had brought up the subject of Justin at times.
The kid lived in Russel County, but had been keeping a close relationship
thanks to the Sheriff and others. No doubt it had been an immense factor in
helping Pete to get life back together. Observing them both now, Jesse could
see they had become quite attached. Gone was the Pete of old, who would have
sneered and created a huge ruckus over the simple things, such as the hugs. In
its place now stood someone he and Noah already knew to be a much-improved man.
When Pete had graduated the previous year, he and Noah, along with several
other of their friends, were there cheering him on when he mounted the stage,
shook hands with the principal, and accepted his diploma with honors. Glancing
beside him, he saw the welcoming smile Noah gave him, suggesting perhaps he was
thinking along the same lines.
Just as the
introductions were wrapping up, the group turned to see Martha standing at the
edge of the tables and swinging an old cowbell in her hand. "Alright, all
you youngen's better get on up in here, before Jim decides to throw you in the
jail tonight! There is way too much food for us to eat by ourselves, and I'll hang
anyone here if you up and disappear on us!" The sounds of laughter rang
throughout the air as the crowd began gathering round. The group from the
volleyball game sauntered in as well, and before long, a wide semi-circle
formed around her. Jim Hunt also stepped forward then to join his wife, and
both smiled pleasantly at the group until the noise died down. It was Martha,
however, who spoke again. "Now, I know all of you are here for just some
plain-old fun and food, but in case you don't know it, we're also sort of
having a celebration tonight, too."
"Pete's
birthday?" someone called out from the crowd curiously in the silence.
Jim, however,
shook his head. "No, we still have a couple of months to go before that
one," the man said before clearing his throat. "It just so happens
though, that yesterday afternoon I got a call from the academy upstate, where
Pete has been attending training for these last six or seven months. As it
turns out, I was informed that Pete here has passed all of his finals, and will
graduate next week." An outcry of surprise went out among those present,
but no one was more surprised than Pete himself. With a stone-still expression
of shock, he stared at the man speechless. Jim laughed as he walked over and
grasped the boy by the arm, pulling him into the center of the open space as a
round of applause went up.
Off to their side,
Justin suddenly laughed and squealed, adding his own shouts of approval to the
rest of the crowd. When the noise died down, Pete finally turned to the Sheriff
and sputtered. "H-how did y-you, I mean, they said they... huh?"
"The captain
up there and I are old friends," Jim finally explained, after laughing
heartily. The man then looked out into the crowd. "In case you've not
heard, Pete has been working to get into law enforcement, and graduating means
he can work as a State Trooper now, or come join us at the office here in Adair
County, if he wants to. It's not an easy course to undertake, as they have
upped the ante somewhat in recent years, and graduating has become a little bit
tougher. As I understand it though, Pete passed very favorably when they got
finished. It goes without saying, Martha and I both are right proud of him, as
you might imagine." Another round of cheers went up, causing the Sheriff
to pause before he could continue. "So, assuming he joins us here, you
young men and women better be careful from here on out, and stay off of the
sidewalk. Deputy Haskell is going to start up in a couple of weeks, and I'm
going to have to hang him by his gonads if he let's too many people slide by
the law!" Yet another round of laughter rocked through the group at the
implied joke, causing even Pete to blush again before the man clamped a hand
upon his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly.
When the noise
subsided, the atmosphere took a more serious turn. "Okay, enough of that.
Now, I know some of you here are not much of a church-going group, but as a
family, we are. I'd appreciate it really, if you'd willingly let us have just a
moment to at least say grace, if that's alright?" Seeing and hearing no
objections, the man then bowed his head, which most in the crowd followed suit
with. It was a simple, quiet prayer that was invoked, one to bless the food and
each of them with safety and security in the days, weeks and months to come.
When the man added a quiet "Amen!", both he and Martha were quite
happy to hear several of the others in the crowd resonate their respects in a
similar manner.
The mood suddenly
changed again, becoming lively. Someone in the background restored the music
that had been playing, as conversations began again throughout the guests.
Going around the table, each began filling their plates from the multitude of
dishes found there, laughing and carrying on as teens typically do. Noah
glanced across the crowd, thinking about the different ones he had known
before, and was impressed with how they conducted themselves now - compared to
only a few short years earlier. It was the same with himself and Jesse - they
had matured, leaving behind a lot of the boyishness that had defined them in
junior high and lower grades. This crowd no longer seemed to have the class
clowns, or the 'wildcats' - as some had been called. It wasn't so much anymore
of the me-me-me generation that had identified young adults in the past,
either. At least for this crowd, it was more of the share and share alike
attitude, something his father had always labeled from time to time as being
the cusp of adulthood. Although Noah had understood the implications before,
seeing it now made it seem more surreal.
As Noah's gaze
fell upon Justin, he saw the boy standing on the opposite side of the table
observing him. "Well? Are you going to finish with that potato salad, or
do I need to go and find another spoon?"
Noah suddenly
jerked out of his reverie, blushing as he handed the spoon in question over to
the boy. "Oh, uh, sorry... I got lost there for a moment, I guess."
Justin laughed,
however, shaking his head. "Lost? I'll say! Where were you at anyway,
Disneyland?" When no reply was offered immediately, he looked up to find
the other teen blushing deeply, but trying to move on. After shrugging his
shoulders, the younger boy lowered his own voice to add, "Hey, no sweat,
it's fine. I'm just ribbing with you, you know."
Noah suddenly
grinned before shrugging the mood off. "I know, and it's okay, really. I
was kind of out of the loop for a bit. So, you guys say Pete went to the
academy, huh?" He asked, changing the subject. "Jesse and I heard
that he had found somewhere to go after graduation, but I don't think either of
us knew where it was. It does sound pretty cool, though. You guys will get
another cop in the family, right?"
Justin nodded.
"Yeah, I guess. As to finding out, I think Pete kept it kind of hush-hush
and all. I mean, he got into the training camp right before Thanksgiving, I
think. Grandpa pulled a few strings for him, from what I heard." He looked
over at a plate of tomatoes and onions, then helped himself by piling a generous
portion onto the edge of his platter. "I, for one, am glad for him,
honestly." Looking up, he pointed with his fork down to the platter.
"How about you? Want some of these?"
Noah nodded.
"I like onions and to-mah-toes, as some peeps call them!" he quipped
as the younger boy absently nodded and speared a set of each for the newcomer,
which Noah then thanked him for. Noticing a change in the boy's demeanor, he
paused. "Talk about me being in Disneyland.... You okay over there? Why so
sad looking?"
Jesse just then
joined the two, overhearing the last remark before looking up. "Huh? Who's
sad? What's up?" he asked nonchalantly as he fell into step behind his
best friend. Noah nodded across the table.
"Justin and I
were just talking about Pete graduating and all," Noah replied.
Justin, however,
grunted. "Well, I'm not exactly sad, just... I don't know, I'm kind of
dreading it in a way, I guess." He looked around and then shrugged.
"Let's just get our food for now. I'll explain in a bit... okay? You got
enough tomatoes? Oh, wait, you called them... huh? Do you guys really call them
'to-mah-toes'? Isn't that like some kind of a British thing or something?"
Jesse laughed,
shaking his head as Noah grunted. "I said it to see if you were listened,
goof ball!" he retorted, but then laughed as well. The three then went
about finishing their work before moving away from the food and into the lawn.
Several lawn chairs had been setup for the group, but Justin nodded toward a
corner of the lawn off to the right. "Hey, how about we go sit on that old
quilt over there? It's like, huge!" The older two nodded and followed him
to the corner of the yard. The quilt was indeed an older one, looking rather
aged and worn overall. Not surprisingly though, the large bedding piece did
cover a respectable area on the ground, easily providing a place for several
people to sit and relax. Once they had settled to the ground, Justin was quick
to take a large bite of his burger. Feeling rather hungry themselves, both Noah
and Jesse followed and did likewise.
Some minutes
passed as they ate in silence and watched the others grabbing seats at the
picnic table, or finding other places around the lawn where they could enjoy their
own food. In the distance, Pete stared at the trio momentarily as if trying to
decide whether he should join them or not. That decision was made for him,
however, as several of his other peers called for him to join them. As they
scooted aside and made room, he smiled impishly at the trio. Jesse only laughed
and shook his head, knowing fully well that they would have a chance to catch
up later.
"Well, Pete
is going into law enforcement, yeah," Justin finally piped up, catching
the other two boys' attention afterwards. "Like I mentioned earlier, I'm
really am happy for him. It's just that, well, now it carries more danger and
all for him - more than a lot of people realize, I think. Not to mention, too,
the fact that there are a lot of long hours that go with the job. Most people
in law enforcement see, work anywhere from 55 to 60 hours or more, per week.
Grandpa, well, he's a little more fortunate I think, so it's not as bad for
him. He's still on-call though, for like, 24-hours a day, 7-days a week. So,
whether or not he's home or out in the field, he's always on the clock."
Noah hesitated
slightly, but then nodded. "I think I understand what you mean, yeah. I
know they never have enough people to really cover the area."
"Yep. Grandpa
is always talking about how they're limited on funds and everything,"
Justin replied, before shrugging.
"Oh well, politics, I guess."
Jesse snorted at
that while he was taking a drink. The others laughed, and then suddenly Linda
was standing beside him. "What, do I always give you that kind of a
reaction?" she hissed, laughing herself.
"Urg, uh...
nnoooooooo..." the teen sputtered before laughing. She asked she could
join them, and both he and Justin made a space for her to sit. The four then
chatted amicably for a while, while enjoying their food and catching up on
recent months of events and news.
It wasn't long,
however, before they noticed another familiar person at the food line, along
with Pete - who had obviously gone back for a second round with some of his
friends. When they reached the end, the newcomer noticed the group and began
steering herself in their direction. Pete began to follow her, but was once
again interrupted when Martha called out to him from the area of the rear
porch.
"Hey,
guys!" Addison greeted them as she sat down. Turning to Justin, she
proceeded to introduce herself. "Hi there, I'm Addison. I used to live
next door to Jesse and his family before the tornado hit a few years ago."
Justin beamed at
the girl as he held out a fist, which Addison readily bumped. "Glad to
meet you, Addison! I'm Justin, uh, Pete's long-lost cousin, of a sort."
Linda snorted.
"Don't believe that one for a minute, girl. He's far from long lost!"
Addison laughed as
she settled in, arranging her plate of food in front of her. "Justin...
Justin... yeah, I've heard about you. You're the one Pete goes on all the
camping and fishing trips, aren't you?"
Justin raised an
eyebrow. "You've heard about those?" He immediately feigned a suspicious
expression. "Okay, confess - what has Pete been telling you guys about
that stuff?" Seeing both Jesse and Noah look on in surprise, he
immediately turned his attention to the two girls, who were by then grinning
widely at one another. "Like I said, come on! Spit it out - good, or
bad!"
Linda finally
laughed. "You forget, Pete and I were pretty much buds through high
school. And Addison, well, we're kind of best friends, you know? So, I kind of
hear stuff from Pete, and Addison-"
"I kind of
keep up with our gang a little bit, yeah - even though I'm in college,"
Addison piped up for herself. After taking a bite of food, she looked at the
younger boy straight in the eye. "I promise, it's all been good stuff,
nothing dirty or bad."
"Whew!"
Justin finally replied with a sigh of relief. "I mean, it's all cool,
just..."
"Well, I did
tell her about your little white-river-rafting-thingy last summer," Linda
admitted slyly with a look of amusement.
Immediately the
younger boy became crestfallen. "Oh, no... not that, please..." When
both girls began giggling, the group watched as the boy began blushing deeply.
Jesse and Noah
glanced at one another, lost in the conversation. "Uh... huh?" Jesse
finally asked.
It was Justin who
then grunted, however, and then decidedly shook off his mood - something that
did not escape Jesse's notice. "It's nothing horrible, just... I ended up
getting dethroned by Pete, over at Rough River Gorge." He looked up with a
smirk. "You... you guys do know what that means, right? Getting
dethroned?"
Both girls began
giggling, and Noah grinned widely in understanding, but Jesse continued to look
on in confusion. Addison finally leaned in closer, lowering her voice to
explain. "He means he lost his bottoms, underwear and all."
Jesse started to
laugh, caught up in the amusement with the others as Justin blushed once again.
"What? Oh! How the heck... I mean..."
Surprisingly, the
younger boy laughed, shrugging aside his apparent embarrassment. "Not a
story I readily want to get into here. Maybe later though, if you really want
to hear." He sighed. "Suffice it to say, I think Pete must have told
everyone from the sounds of it and all. Well, maybe not you two guys, but then
again..."
"I wouldn't
say that, Justin. I mean, like I said, Pete and I were kind of buds and all. I
don't think I've ever told anyone else except maybe Addison," Linda
offered.
"Well, I know
I've never told anyone either," Addison added.
Justin sat for a
moment before shrugging, once again tossing the event aside. "It's okay, I
guess I don't really care." Looking up at the other two boys, he
explained. "Long story short? We went kayaking, and we both ended up
capsizing - you know, flipping upside down. I was ahead of Pete see, and we
went through this stretch of rapids and all when I lost control. It wasn't too
bad for me to get out and all, but I had a hard time standing up afterwards
where we were at, and after I fell a couple of times, Pete came by me and
reached out. See, he grabbed me by my belt, and then, well, for some reason it
broke, and as I went down again, he's like hanging onto me for dear life and
all!" The others giggled as he sat up straighter. "There I was,
moving headfirst downstream and so, um, yeah - Pete had no idea what he was
holding onto. I mean, he was just trying to keep from capsizing himself and
everything, without letting me go, you know? But... he had grabbed my pants,
and everything at my waist, and... well... you know, with my belt broken and,
they were kind of loose cut-offs and all ... he, uh, ended up stripping me down
to my ankles." When the others began giggling harder, the younger teen
just grinned. "I mean, I didn't mind it, there wasn't anyone else around,
but... life got interesting for the rest of the day, see. Because I didn't have
a belt anymore, and well... Sitting was okay, but walking and everything, in
those cutoffs and all, it uh, well..." He fell silent then, grinning, but
obviously blushing as the memories of the adventure returned.
"That's not
so bad, I guess," Jesse admitted finally, reaching out and lightly
punching the boy on the shoulder.
"It wasn't,
trust me." The voice came from Pete himself as he appeared, carrying a
tray of bowls filled with what appeared to be homemade ice cream. After taking
a seat, he started handing them out. "Sorry, Martha said to bring these
along, since it looked like you guys were about finished, or close to it
anyway." Once distributed, the young man relaxed. "I wanted to give
him hell about it, but he was being a good sport and all, and well, it was
okay. It's not like weird shit doesn't happen sometimes, you know? The only bad
thing about that day was seeing Justin's white ass! I mean, it was so
blindingly bright it scared all the fish away for miles, I think!"
Laughter erupted
all around the group again, except for the younger boy. He grinned, however,
not seeming to mind the ribbing as he started to stir the ice cream in his
bowl. Once again, Jesse noted the carefree attitude he seemed to have, and it
made him warm up to the boy even more. Moreover, he also noted that Pete's
attitude was different, too. Something in the older boy had definitely matured
in recent years. He could imagine Pete's reaction in a different time and place
years ago, not being so accepting. With everything now combined - including the
graduation, news of going into law enforcement, the change in demeanor and
personality - this was the kind of Pete no one years ago would have given any
hope for turning out this way. To Jesse, it was cool that their once bullying
nemesis, a definitely troubled kid, found a life beyond the barren road he
originally traveled.
The group
continued to chat for some time, all the while others were coming and going at
various intervals. Pete himself rose to join other groups and mingle with his
guests as a host should, receiving praise and accolades for his recent
accomplishments, something the boy started to slowly take an immense amount of
pride in. It was some time later that both girls finally stood and bade the
boys goodnight, giving Noah and Jesse deeply satisfying embraces alike. In
fact, while Linda was reaching out for Jesse, who had stood to see them off,
she pulled him in close and tight, making the boy grunt in surprise before she
whispered something in his ear. Jesse then giggled and blushed deeply, but then
slipped both arms around her and returned the embrace full-bodied, before
promising he'd do his best to try and stay in touch.
It wasn't until
after they left, when the trio returned to the quilt that Justin took a moment
to stare at Jesse, before sliding a little closer. "Wow! So, what was all
that about? Was she trying to get a feel of you or something?" he
whispered, although loud enough that Noah picked it up and snorted.
Jesse hesitated,
but then shook his head. "Nah, not really. You see, I used to have this
thing about hugging girls and all. Like, how should a guy really hug and all,
when you got those two, um, squishy things in front and everything, right? I
used to think they were like, you know, kind of taboo and stuff, except for
maybe boyfriend-girlfriend types. That made me feel weird, so I wouldn't
really, uh, hug anyone up close. Well, girls, I mean. That is, until Addison
kind of scolded me one night and taught me different." He nodded toward
the two, who were suddenly laughing with Pete over something unintelligible.
"So, Linda just said she'd heard all about it from you-know-who, which
doesn't surprise me any. Especially after she told us about you earlier. She,
uh, threatened to de-ball me though, if I didn't give her a nice hug too, right
now."
Noah laughed quietly
beside them, while Justin turned to grin at Jesse. "That's effing
hilarious, you know?" the younger boy finally announced, giggling. "I
do kind of know what you mean, though. I was that way for a while, too. At
least, until my sister kind of grew some boobs, and well, I kind of learned it
was okay to, like, not be afraid of them and all."
Jesse raised an
eyebrow in surprise. "So, you're not nervous or anything about it
then?"
"Heck,
no!" Justin hissed, before laughing again. "The way I look at it,
it's like reaching home plate and getting ready to go to bat - before you start
trying to get to first base!"
Noah snorted, then
started laughing, rolling over and falling to the quilt. The other two grinned
at him, all the while Jesse shook his head. "I- I-, uh, never quite
thought of it THAT way!" he replied.
Justin shrugged
his shoulders after quieting down. "Meh, it's cool. Sex is sex in my book,
guys, no matter how you dice it up with girls. Besides, honestly? And I'm not
being sexy-minded here, or dirty, okay? It just, um, hugging and everything, it
just kind of feels nice, you know? Hugs are one thing, but... when they're
being close and all, it kind of feels more special and everything."
"We know what
you mean, don't worry," Noah replied. The three fell silent for a moment
before Noah, looking out over the thinning crowd, commented. "So, you were
stripped bottom-bare and all. Anything else go with that secret? I mean, you
kind of made it sound like there was more to it, earlier."
"There was,
in a way. We caught up to our Kayaks and all, and then got them pulled up on
one of the banks there. My pants and undies though, well, they were soaked
totally through and all, and the trip was just a simple overnight thing, see?
So, I didn't pack any spares or anything."
"So, what did
you do?" Jesse asked.
"Well, I kind
of had to set them out on some rocks in the sun to dry out for a while. I
couldn't do just one and not the other, and... well..."
"Oh, so you
had to go au naturel for a while, is that it? In front of Pete?" Noah
asked, grinning again. "He didn't freak out, I hope!"
Justin simply
shrugged. "Nah, he didn't. Besides, I didn't mind really, since it was
just him there with me, but... there were others out that day, too, and well, I
kind of had to hide or do something, you know? I mean, I didn't want just
anyone seeing my family jewels, good grief!"
Jesse grinned,
nodding. "Yeah, I get it. It's cool man, trust me."
Justin smiled in
return, before stretching his legs out and shifting, propping on his side with
his head elevated by his hand. "Thanks. I wasn't sure what those girls
might have been told, so I was, you know, just kind of holding that out."
The boy then sighed, looking up into the night sky. "So, how about you
two? What have you been doing the last few years and all? Aren't you about to
graduate high school?"
The next thirty
minutes were spent chatting back and forth, Jess and Noah filling the teen in
one what their lives entailed, all the while listening to Justin talk about
both similarities and differences. After a while, he finally reared back.
"So, you two don't seem like dweebs or geeks to me."
"Huh?"
Jesse asked, frowning. "What makes you say that?"
"One of
Pete's friends tonight, said he heard you were coming over. He called you
dweebs, I think, saying Pete finally roped you into coming out here and
all," Justin explained. "It's not like it was a bad thing, really. I
just said that because, meh, like I said... You seem okay to me. You'd have to
be really, if Pete likes you. Seriously, he's pretty hard on some guys,
especially those with his old gang and everything. They gave him a lot of shit
for a while, and he just dished it right back. They don't have much to do with
him anymore, which I think is just fine. It doesn't mean it's all roses for
him, though. Now days, he kind of just keeps to himself and, I don't know, hang
around family and a few close friends here and there, I think."
Noah looked out
across the crowd, but then turned back. "I don't know what makes a dweeb,
but Jesse and me, we're not into a lot of things that some guys are, I guess.
We didn't get into cars or motors, or fishing and hunting much. No one in our
families really went out for it, so we kind of, I don't know, we just didn't
get interested - other than for camping, I think. So, maybe that's why they'd
say or think that about us. To be honest, it's not the first time I've heard
someone say something like it, but meh, it doesn't bother me. Or rather, I
don't think it bothers either one of us, really."
"I know it
doesn't bother me," Jesse piped up in agreement.
"Yeah. As far
as coming over here and all... Jesse and I really have tried to come
before," Noah explained. "It's just, it never really worked out, you
know? Honestly Justin, I mean, this last year at school has really been kind of
busy and all - and then there's working up at the hardware store, and -"
"You don't
have to explain it to me," Justin interrupted. "I know what it's
like, honest. I just... For me, I've just always wanted to meet you two, that's
all - especially the guy who handed Pete his nuts to him in the school
cafeteria on a certain day a few years ago."
It was Jesse's
turn to blush then. "I, uh... well..."
Justin giggled, before
going on. "I told you, it's cool. I just... you really turned things
around for him, you know that, right? I mean, Pete and I have had some long
talks a few times. Those nights we went camping and all, or fishing... it lets
you really talk about stuff and everything, and trust me, we talk about
everything - families, girls, sex, you name it! He told me a lot about how big
of a jackass he was back then, and how things were just spiraling down around
him and all. Then when he went on the run, alone and everything, he started
getting really scared. Especially after the night at that basketball game,
where you were... uh, you know."
Jesse sat up a
little straighter stretching, but then relaxed as he faced the other boy.
"A lot of things changed that year, Justin. Not just for Pete, but for all
of us. My little brother, my family, even for me and Noah. We were all in a
funk, I guess, but life does that to people sometimes, you know? Pete was in a
funk, too - though I can imagine it was probably a whole lot harder on him, at
least for a while."
"Oh yeah, I
know. From the very first time I met that oversized grump, I knew he was having
a hard time working some stuff out. Don't ask me how I knew, I just... I did. I
learned something out of all that though, you know? I learned that it was
you... well, both of you, I think, that really turned it around for him. I
mean, hell, you could almost write a book or something, you know? One of those
drama stories or something about going from bad to good and everyone has a
happy ending, right? That's what happened here, for Pete. From what I'm told,
he totally turned from being a first-class jerk-wad into a really decent human
being. I know, I know... it wasn't the best for him when he started back in
school, but-"
"He told you
about that?" Noah asked.
Justin paused,
thinking. "He just said it was really hard for a while, because even
though the school let him come back, nobody - no one in the classrooms, even
the teachers - would trust him for a really long time. Most everyone thought he
was a loser, and in the end, I guess he really just ended up being kind of a
loner - except for maybe you two and Linda. Maybe Addison, too, but honestly -
I don't think I ever knew much about her until I met her tonight."
"She is as nice as girls come,
really," Jesse agreed. "You're right, Pete did have a really hard
time, but Noah and I did our best and stayed with him. The basketball team
really had it in for him, too, but eventually one of them gave him a chance,
and then another person sort of forgave him. Before long there was another, and
then later it started going through school and all, and... it just started
getting a lot better."
"That's kind
of what I heard, yeah," Justin nodded. He held Jesse's gaze steadfastly
with his own, before continuing. "I meant what I said though, okay? Don't
downplay it any... I mean, I don't know how much you've heard or anything, but
Pete... for a while, he admitted to me there were some nights when he was all
alone, that he actually cried. I mean, bawled like a little kid and all. I can
remember, when you got hurt at that game, him telling me about it because he
didn't want to hide anything from me. I could tell Jesse, it scared the shit
out of him, and then when he met you two, he was practically peeing in his
pants. But somehow, you forgave him, and it was like someone flipped a switch
in him. He became the Pete I've come to know since then, and really respect.
That's kind of hard to do to someone, you know? After being a hard-ass and all,
then turning himself around."
"I hear
you," Noah interjected, but also lowered his voice. "I can tell you
though, Justin, the switch was already flipped before that. Pete was already
beginning to change. He was already beginning to break free from his dad, and
that sucky life he had with the gang and all, when he realized what he was
missing out on. Then your grandparents taking him in? He got a lucky break, and
I think he knew it way sooner than you think."
Justin nodded
before turning and staring off into the night sky again. A moment later, he
spoke in almost a whisper. "That reminds me, have you guys heard about his
dad? I mean, his real dad?" When he saw them shaking their heads, Justin
spoke again quietly. "Pete Sr. died last year. Got into it with someone up
at the prison and they knifed him one night. Supposedly across the throat and
all..."
Both of the older
teens frowned. "Shit!" Noah muttered under his breath. "I'm
sorry. I mean, I know he wasn't the best of people, but still..."
"Yeah, I
know," Justin whispered in reply.
"How did Pete
take it?" Jesse asked, quietly.
Justin shrugged.
"He acts like it doesn't matter to him, but sometimes... I don't know,
like I said, we get to talk sometimes on some of our trips and, well... it's
the little things you hear, you know? That man was an ass, and worse. I always
swore if I ever met him, I'd tear the man's dick and balls off and shove them
down his own throat," Justin declared, equally as quiet, before sighing. "It's
not hard to believe what made Pete who he was before, really. Why my
grandparents ever gave him the chance they did, I don't know - but I'm glad
they did. Honest, I can see now what comes from it all, and for that I'm really
happy."
The trio grew
quiet once again for a moment, as Justin stretched his neck, turning back
toward the dwindling crowd and watching as others were taking their leave. As
he turned back, his face was one of appreciation. "Anyway, none of that
matters anymore, see? I got a cousin out of the deal, and maybe he's not a
blood-cousin, I don't really fucking care. He has a heart, and I mean a really
big heart, and best of all? He's not afraid anymore. You guys remember that,
okay? I mean, just... you know, don't tease him about that part of it. He- He
thinks a lot of you both, and now, after meeting you tonight, I think I
understand why. I just wish... well, I just wish we had met long before
now."
Jesse smiled.
"Well, we made it tonight. There's no reason we can't do it again soon,
you know. Maybe we can get together and go with you guys on one of those
camping trips or something."
All at once, two
eyes opened wide as the boy beamed. "You guys would go with us sometime?
Really?"
Noah scoffed.
"Sure, we would! Why not?" He suddenly laughed. "Just, uh, no
streaking in wide open spaces!"
All three giggled
at that while Justin rolled onto his back. "Ah, nothing to worry about
there, I promise. I'm not one of those California free-spirits or anything! I
don't practice nudism or anything!"
The older two
laughed. "It wouldn't bother us either way Justin, I promise," Jesse
announced. "Noah was just teasing. But yeah, if you two wanted we could
definitely go camping some weekend. Or, I don't know, maybe take a day trip up
to Kentucky Kingdom or something. I've heard Pete talk about loving to go up
there and all."
"Yeah, he
does like it. We've been twice- no, three times, I think." The younger boy
sat back, reflective for the moment. "You know, that would be okay, but do
you know where I'd really like to go? Have you ever heard of a place called
King's Island?"
Noah frowned,
studying hard. "That's... that's the one in Ohio... isn't it?"
"Yeah, just
north of Cincinnati. It's about a three-to-four-hour trip or so from here, I
think. It's got all these water parks and slides that I think would be a blast
to see and do, plus it has a lot of other stuff, too, like wild roller
coasters, and... and..." Justin explained before running out of steam and
catching his breath. "Dad's brother, my uncle, told us not too long ago
that he could get some discounted tickets for us if we ever go, but so far none
of us have really planned it or anything. We didn't know if Pete might have
more training to repeat, or... you know."
Noah glanced at
Jesse and saw his best friend nod. "I get it, yeah... Then, maybe we can
do it - but only if your parents are okay with it. I mean, okay with the four
of US going up there."
Excitedly, the
younger boy suddenly wheeled around until he was sitting cross-legged and
facing the other two. "Seriously? You're not kidding me, right?"
Jesse nodded, but
then cautioned the youth. "Like Noah said though, your parents have to
give you the okay. I mean, that Justin. Think about it: as far as they know,
Noah and I are just strangers to them, you know? They may not like the idea
of-"
"Shut
up!" Justin hissed, but then followed with an absolute grin that betrayed
his growing elation. "Remember what I told you, about Pete, and the two of
you? Believe me guys, my parents know all about you both, too. Well, mostly
anyway. I've heard Grandpa talking before with my dad, telling some of the
stories about you guys back then. That's how I come to know a little about you
too, you know! Anyway, I'm sure if Pete goes along with it, my parents will,
too! Honest, that's... that's..." The boy glanced around to make sure no
one was nearby before he whispered. 'That's fucking fantastic!"
Jesse and Noah
could not help but giggle, both being drawn in by the warmth of the boy. Jesse
raised his hand flat, and accepted a high-five from their new friend, which was
reciprocated by Noah. "All we have to do then, is figure out the when, and
then Jesse and I have to save up a little money," Noah remarked, settling
back and stretching his legs out as well. "But - you get your parents to
okay it, then work with Pete on a couple of dates that you can get free and let
us know. We'll get back to you afterwards. Deal?"
In reply, Justin
launched himself at Noah, surprising the boy as he was tackled back onto the
quilt and engulfed in a bear-like embrace. Before he could respond, the boy let
go and rolled off, only to rise to his knees and do the same to Jesse, who
laughed. He did, however, take a few seconds to not only return the embrace,
but also to nuzzle him in the neck as he brought the youth in full-bodied as
well. He held him without fear, as up close and personal as he could make it
between them. It was something the younger teen, although surprised, seemed to
relish as he pressed in and did the same in return.
It was only for a
moment, an instant in time perhaps, but something passed between them before
Justin finally pulled back. If it had been up to him, he would have clung on
longer, but that was the way of things for the moment. Instead, as they smiled
at each other, his mouth formed in the voiceless words that Jesse and Noah had
shared endless times before between themselves: 'Thank you.' In return, Jesse
simply nodded, knowing full well the impact was felt both ways. It wasn't just
a thank you for planning a trip, but a symbolic thank you of trust and
gratitude that had opened up between them. He glanced at Noah and saw the
knowing smile there, before his friend nodded in acceptance, fully
understanding the sentiment.
As the teen rolled
off, Pete walked up to them quietly. Jesse, noticing the boy first, quickly
glanced around the yard and saw they were literally alone just then, as
everyone else had finally departed. Without hesitation, the older boy dropped
onto the quilt and pulled himself up close to his guests, before heaving a
sigh. "Yeah, we're it now. Everyone else has gone home." After a
moment of silence, he gave his cousin a wry look while turning his attention to
his guests. "Well, I guess you've now met my pain-in-the-ass, doofus of a
cousin, Justin."
The younger boy
turned and punched Pete playfully on his arm. "Hey, be good now! I've been
playing nice tonight, haven't I?" he retorted, before rearing back to prop
himself up on his hands again and he nodding at their two remaining guests.
"You might could say that though. We've met and then some. I knew you
liked these two, but I don't think I ever really understood the why of it until
tonight."
Pete grinned
sheepishly. "They kind of rub off on you, don't they?" he quipped.
"He rubbed
off on us too, though," Noah himself retorted, scoffing as he shifted
around more comfortably.
"He's pretty
cool, too, I think. I understand now why you've talked about him some of the
few times we got to see you," Jesse added.
Pete laughed.
"He's a nut case, really." Glancing at his cousin, he went on.
"You two wouldn't believe what we went through that first Christmas. I
mean, this guy here, gets in a bed with me, because that's all we had room the
way everything worked out that night out, see? He gets in bed with me, which is
a kind of a first and all for me, and then has to spend the next half-hour or
so, teaching me how to be a human being. You understand, right? I had never
slept with anyone before that night-"
"Oh, heck
yeah," Justin laughed as he recalled the evening. "He was hugging the
edge so close a mouse could have pushed him out onto the floor!"
Pete smirked, but
then nodded in agreement. "He was, well, like this ball of energy or
something all night long, see, but then he stops and, well, he taught me how to
stop being afraid of him like, raping me or something!"
The foursome
laughed quietly at the remark, until Justin scoffed. "If you think that's
funny, you should have seen him the next morning. He practically had a friggin'
heart attack or something at seeing my naked ass!" More giggling ensued,
but the look of curiosity on the newcomers faces prompted the boy to explain.
"I mean, it was nothing, really. I just changed clothes in the room with
him is all. Big deal, right? But this big oaf freaked out like... like some
prude or something in a ... in a..."
"I did not
spaz out like some prude," Pete retorted, laughing. "Well, not
exactly anyway. It was, I don't know, just not expected. Especially with you
changing your underoos..."
"Hey, I never
wore underoos, thank you very much!" the younger boy declared, playfully
punching his cousin on the arm. "Now, I might have had some Batman shorts
back then, but..." They all four laughed as Pete and Justin traded more
jibes, but eventually settled in to agreeing to disagree.
Jesse caught
Pete's attention and smiled knowingly. "In other words, you got introduced
to something you'd only so much as heard about up until then, didn't you?"
Seeing Pete's look of curiosity, the teen lowered his voice again. "You
got to see and feel what it means to have a real family around you, Pete. Up
until then, that's something you'd never really had before, was it? I mean, you
practically grew up alone when your mother disappeared, right? Your Dad and
those friends of his... that was the only family you had for a while, and we
know how that turned out." Jesse was trying to be careful with his choice
of words, not knowing if Justin knew the full story or not, but Pete
understood.
"It's okay,
he knows," Pete observed quietly, turning to glance at Justin.
The younger boy
hesitated, but then whispered, "You mean when you got, um,
rear-ended?" Pete nodded.
Jesse observed
them both momentarily but then returned to his point. "That wasn't what
family was about, Pete. Between you and Justin here, and their family, you
finally got to feel something from the inside, though - with people who cared,
and who were willing to trust you. Right? You got to understand what having
brothers and sisters and cousins and all that was really like."
Pete became somber
then, and looked up into the sky briefly before bringing his gaze back down to
the three of them again before speaking. "I- I know. I mean, everything,
Jesse... everything you had been trying to tell me up until then - in school,
on the bus, and even in the damned cafeteria that day? You're right, I didn't
really get it. I could use the excuse and just say it was because I was being
me, an absolute asshole about everything, I know... but really? I can look back
at it now and... and I just, I know better. I didn't get it then because I
didn't understand, and that scared the shit out of me, I think. A lot of
feelings were opening up inside, the kind I had never even imagined existed
before, and I just... I just lost it for a while. I thought of a lot of stuff
as just being gay, or sissy-like, or just... just wrong, you know? That is,
until that Christmas Eve night and the next morning. After being in this
family, and seeing and living it, and... and then when Justin, he...
he..." Suddenly Pete was choked up, unable to continue. A full range of
emotions were on display, and although the older boy did not hide it from the
others, he did smile weakly as tears began to escape and run down his cheek.
"It isn't what this rug rat did that got to me, honest. I know, sometimes
he still thinks it is, but... but really, what it came down to was exactly what
you had been trying to teach me, Jesse... you know? That... that family...
family was a whole different game, and that there was something okay with
actually believing in it. Then Justin, he- he did that to me, and, and thanks
to you, I finally learned. I finally understood it, on the inside. It took a
few days after, I know, with everyone forgiving me before I could learn to
finally forgive myself, but that's when I realized and understood it all."
He suddenly laughed. "You know something? That was the best fucking
therapy I EVER got from anyone. What you guys gave and did for me that
Christmas, you know? I'm sorry, I don't... I mean... I don't mean to be so
mushy about it, I just... I just..." He then fell silent.
Jesse smiled, his
own eyes growing moist as he listened, knowing what he heard was coming from
the heart. He offered the teen a fist-bump, which Pete accepted gladly before
engaging one with Noah as well. It was then that Justin quietly moved over next
to his cousin and placed an arm around behind him. Seeing Pete blush, the
younger cousin quietly admonished him. "Hey, it's okay. We're all allowed
to be mushy every once in a while. Besides, you gave me something that night
too, remember? I gained someone to hang out with, and I've never traded you in
for anyone else since, have I? That's not going to happen, I promise."
"I
know," Pete agreed, smiling. "But... guys, those few days, those few
weeks - it helped. Oh God, did it help! I know, I've said this before, but I'll
say it again: I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for all three of you. I mean, I
can't tell you what that time was like back then at Christmas, and what it did
to help me get myself straightened out again. I know, I owe it to a lot of
people - your parents, Martha and Jim, and this family, and even this scrawny
butt-head sitting here." The last was said with Pete leaning into the boy,
a gesture to say he was anything but what the words implied, which Justin took
amicably. Glancing in the direction of both Noah and Jesse, however, Pete
added, "But I owe it to you guys, too - both of you. It is something for
the rest of my life, that I will never, ever forget. I swear it."
"We believe
you, Pete. We won't forget it either, buddy," Noah whispered. "The
way I think we see it though, is it's just like you and Justin. We gained
something out of it, too, that will last a long, long time."
"Yeah,"
Jesse added. "We kind of gained a new friend, too." Glancing at
Justin, he smiled. "And we're still gaining even now, I think." The
other boy returned the smile with an equal amount of warmth.
Pete suddenly took
a deep breath and smiled. At one time in his life, such a reminisce would have
been uncharacteristic of him, but not anymore. Not with these three seated
around him. "Don't worry, I'm not turning into a wishy-washy wimp or
anything. I just - I've got to say, I'm glad you two got to come, and I'm
really happy Justin finally got to meet you. That alone made this whole night
worth it, I think, just seeing you walk around the corner of the house."
"Hear,
hear!" Justin reemphasized.
Pete suddenly
laughed. "Hey, how about we all get together and do something sometime?
And soon, too, before we get too tied down with other stuff. You guys are
starting college this fall, right?" Seeing Jesse nod, the boy sat back,
propping himself up on his hands. "Then, what do you say?"
Noah grinned at
that point. "Well, it's interesting that you brought that up, really,
because the three of us were just discussing something that might be kind of
cool. That is, if Justin can get permission, and you can arrange a couple of
days off and leave your uniform behind."
"Oh?"
Pete voiced in surprise, both eyebrows raising in curiosity, which caused all
three of the others to laugh before they began filling Pete in.
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It was past
midnight before Jesse and Noah were able to leave Pete and his cousin, having
spent several hours laughing and joking with each other over events both past
and present. Both boys had enjoyed the time immensely, finding themselves
catching up on all Pete had been doing the last couple of years and then some.
It also served in letting them get to know Justin even more, and finding the
younger teen of the foursome to be as wholesome and original as his personality
hinted to them from the beginning. He was a good friend, cousin and more to
Pete, and it showed.
While leaving the
driveway and turning onto the road, they headed in the direction of Noah's
house. Both boys became quiet, lost in their own thoughts for some time. It
wasn't long before Jesse noticed that his friend had turned off onto a
different road than was expected, and glancing sideways, he raised an eyebrow.
It did not go unnoticed as Noah simply smiled and shook his head. "We're
not going far, I promise." Jesse nodded and said nothing more, making note
of their surroundings as best he could in the night. The new-moon was shining
high on the horizon, and although it's brightness provided some illumination
over the valley, high clouds could be seen floating in and out of its beams.
Before long, Noah
slowed the vehicle and turned off onto a rougher track, one only denoted by the
space it provided and the outline of ruts that were made by previous vehicles
over the years. The country roadway had no gravel, no pavement of any kind
really, but it turned into a short field where Noah navigated to one side and
stopped. Turning off the engine, he opened the door. "Come on, I want to show
you something." Complying with his friend's request, Jesse stepped from
the passenger side as well, quietly closing the door behind him before he
started to make his way forward, following close behind his friend as they
reached a tree-line and entered. Scarcely 50-feet beyond, however, they came
out of the tress on the other side and suddenly stopped.
"Oh,
wow!" Jesse called out softly, gazing out. Before them was the lake,
stretching for miles in both directions. In the still moonlight, there was little
activity to be seen, short of a few boats crossing in places, their running
lights blinking non-discreetly. It was easy to see the shoreline, as the water
itself was distinct enough to separate it from the outlines of the lake. They
both could hear the waves lapping beneath them as well, as Jesse realized that
the embankment they were standing on, merely dropped no more than twenty feet
to the surface below them. The breeze from the west was gentle, but it still
carried the faint odors familiar from a body of water, such as the lake.
Noah sat down with
his legs hanging over the ledge, and patted the space next to him. "Come
on, bro. Sit with me a few minutes." Jesse smiled and complied, still
taking in the scenery around them. When he raised both eyebrows again, this
time Noah could not help but giggle. "My Grandpa used to come up here and
fish late during the night, sometimes. It was one of the few things he could do
that Dad would never try to stop him from doing. At least, until the last few
months he lived. His mind started to go bad, and he would get so confused, see.
But, still... he'd come up here for hours at times, and this is where we would
find him most of the time when he disappeared." Noah took a deep breath
and sighed. "I even came up here with him once, maybe twice when I was
like seven or eight. It was kind of boring to me, but I did okay. He would
bring a quilt and I'd wrap up and sleep at his feet and all. It was kind of
relaxing, really - just the quiet, and listening to the sounds on the lake and
all."
"I'll bet,"
Jesse readily agreed. "How come you've never mentioned this before?"
Noah scoffed.
"Honestly? I'd mostly just forgotten about it, I think. When I did
remember it, I had to ask Dad where the turn-off was and how to get here."
He then scooted back, but closer to Jesse was until they were practically
leaning against each other. "Jess, today you said something about us,
and... and it got me to thinking some tonight, you know? It's not a big deal in
one way, but in another, well... I wanted to make sure you understood,
especially what I tried to tell you afterwards. It was about our future, about
being there as long as I would have you and everything. It's the kind of stuff
that we don't really talk about that much, and I think... well, maybe it's
because we, well, both of us are always so uncertain about the future and
everything."
Jesse turned and
stared at his friend for a few seconds before slowly nodding. "Yeah, I
guess you're right. I just... sometimes, I'm afraid if we do talk about it, it
might do something to us, or change us in some way. I mean, something that'll
break this trust and everything we've built together, like we have right
now."
"I know, and
I think I feel the same way. I avoid talking about it because, I'm always
afraid of how it will end up and everything. But... I think I have to do it
now, whether I want to or not, because if I don't, well... we'll just, we may
never do it, you know? We might never talk about it, or if we do, it might be
like, a long time away and all." He shook his head. "I just... I want
you to know something, okay? You know I'm not the best when it comes to words
sometimes, not like you are, but... so just... just hear me out for a minute,
okay? Give me that... please?"
Jesse broke their
gaze and reached down, grasping Noah by his hand again and locking their
fingers together. "I promise," he whispered, but there was a certain
nervousness in his voice, and it did not escape Noah's attention as he squeezed
back.
"It's okay,
Jesse. I promise, too, to listen to you. You know I will, I always do,
right?" Jesse considered responding with a tease, but he let it slide as
Noah's attention shift while he stared out over the water. "Jess, I love
you. There is no question about what you do for me, about what you fill me with
on the inside. Before we ever met, I was resigned to the fact that, well, I'd
live the rest of my life being alone, more or less just because I was gay. I
mean, I tried hard for a long time to fight it, you know? But doing that made
me a bastard, and I wasn't good to anyone around me, or even myself. You know
all about that, with the way you and your family came into my life." He
then turned to Jesse. "But now, ever since then... Ever since we kind of
found each other, my life has changed. I'm not alone anymore, and us going to
Western this fall, makes that reality even more important. I mean, I know I'm
not dumb or anything, but college is different, and if I didn't have you to
help study with and all, well... I don't know if I'd make it very well. At
least, not as well as you and I have made it through high school and all, you
know?"
"You'd have
made it okay, bro. Believe me, I know you would," Jesse whispered, but
then fell silent again.
"Well, maybe
I would, or maybe I wouldn't. I do know this much - being away from you would
tear me up inside, in ways you'd never understand, I think. I mean, I love you,
but I can't imagine trying to go through college and you not being there with
me. See? And... and... it's not just the college and studying and stuff, that's
not my reason bro, so help me God! I promise, it's just... it's just... it's
you, Jess. We've invested time together, in each other, just the two of us,
into everything we have, and a whole lot more. You get it, right? You're in my
heart, you're in my head, and... and forget about all the things we do for a
minute, okay? Being gay and fooling around is one thing, but... but... you're
in a part of me beyond all of that that, bro. It's like, you're in my soul even
sometimes, you know? As far as I'm concerned, we're like... like peanut butter
and jelly, like bananas and ice cream, like bacon and tomatoes, like-"
Jesse giggled as
he squeezed his friend's hand again. "Okay, I get the idea, Noah. Trust
me... I do."
Noah smiled as he
gently squeezed back. "I hope so, I really do. I hope so because that's
something very important to me, Jess. I mean, I didn't know how you'd feel
about our future, but... if I could have you, for me, all the days I have left
to live, I'd be happy bro. That's how I feel, right now, and I bet it's how I'm
going to feel for a long, long time. See? it's not a question of whether or not
I'd have you, or whether or not you'd have me. You'll always have me, as long
as we're together. If something happens where we're not together for some
reason, well... I think, I mean, you know it - on the inside, I would still
never let you go... not completely. In my heart, we'll always be best-mates
together, you know? If... I mean, if not physically, then at least in my heart
we will." Noah paused, tears freely falling down his cheek. He saw Jesse
about to say something, but he shook his head. "Please let me finish
first, okay? I'm already about to lose it, and well..."
Jesse nodded, but
unclasped and moved his hand in behind his best friend, circling his
mid-section and hugging close. Noah smiled and leaned in before he continued.
"Jesse, our future is, it's just... I know, being gay, being in our
families, what we have in our church, and more... it, it's just... around here
and all... it's not a good thing. You understand that as well as anyone would.
We never talk about what could be down the road though, I guess because we know
college is still ahead and all. That's okay, honest, but I just - I want you to
know that, if we make it and all, I'm not interested in ever leaving 'us',
okay? I mean that bro, coming from my heart. If we're still together and all,
if you want, then... then it's okay with me. If we have to get married or
something, then... we'll deal with it when the time comes, but... can't we,
can't we just at least think about, maybe... maybe..."
"Always being
together?" Jesse whispered, a tear escaping down his cheek as well. When
Noah nodded, and it appeared he had finally finished, Jesse pulled back and
rose up onto his knees. Taking care of their closeness to the drop-off, he
shifted and straddled his best friend in the front, before pulling him as close
as they could manage. By then Noah wasn't the only one losing trails of tears
down his cheek. Jesse, too, was openly weeping, but not with tears of sadness.
Instead, this was everything he could have ever have hoped for. For a long,
long time Jesse had wondered, and worried about what would become of them. When
they ended up being accepted and getting into the same university, they each
had a reprieve knowing they would at least have a few more years together.
Now, hearing this,
Jesse almost laughed out loud, knowing that now it not only opened a door to
talk about it, but it opened a door within his own heart, and as he held his
friend, he could feel the exchange came from that still small part that
connected them even more than ever before. "I'm sorry," he whispered,
but then pulled back enough so that he could physically sit in Noah's lap. Even
in the dusky moonlight, they could each still see the other's face, and observe
an unusual level of happiness between them. "I'm sorry I said it that way,
bro, but I'm glad you didn't take it the wrong way. You see, I'm like you:
you'll always have me in my heart, too. I just... I was being clumsy, maybe
even dumb saying what I did. I don't doubt what we feel for each other, you
know? I never have, Noah. I mean, it's easy to get side-tracked and busy with
stuff sometimes, and maybe I get a little lonesome, wishing you were around.
But you know something? When I think about you, I almost always end up
smiling."
Noah nodded.
"I feel the same way sometimes, too. I'm, well, I 'm just glad we still
have some more time, but... after college, I mean..."
"After
college, what? We'll just find us some jobs, close together, and then find us
an apartment to share. Then, down the road, we'll find us a house, and we'll
live together." Jesse voice began to break as he lowered his tone.
"We'll always be close, and we'll always have us to take care of each
other, too, you know?" Shaking his head, his eyes suddenly fell toward the
ground. "Noah, I wish... I wish I had said something like this before,
too, instead of avoiding it. You know I love you, too, but maybe it just
doesn't always show up sometimes like it should. I mean, I am in it for the
long haul, bro. That's how I feel, too. Just like you did, I don't, I mean, I
can't really imagine us ever being apart, you know?" The last came out as
a whisper, but when he looked up, he saw the smile and the expression that met
his own. It was there now, in the open, and neither had any reason to doubt the
other. "We'll make it, bro. I swear it, on my heart and everything I have.
We'll be okay, I promise. As long as we have each other, we'll make it
work."
"And our
parents?" The question came as a whisper after a long pause, but Jesse
understood the significance of what it implied.
"They'll
already know, bro... long before that, trust me. So will Benji, and so will a
few of our closest friends. The rest of the outside world can think all they
want though, because honestly? It's nobody's business what we do on our own,
you know?" Jesse smiled. "Believe me, I worried about it for a long
time, too, but you know what? Benji still see's us as we are, and he's okay
with it. Our parents, it might take them a little bit longer, but I doubt it
will be anything worse for wear with them. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if
our moms don't already have a bit of an idea already, but meh. It really just
boils down to you and me bro. It always has, I think."
Noah finally
smiled. "Then... you'd really be okay? Living together and... and... and
all that stuff afterwards? Just us?" he whispered.
"'Be...
okay?" Jesse shot back, but then smiled as another tear escaped.
"Noah, you and me... yeah, bro. I'd be okay, I'd be more than okay."
He leaned in then and kissed the other boy on his lips, and within seconds both
had engulfed and were sharing the one thing that bound their trust together.
When they kissed, there was a symbolic overture that just gave them each a
feeling of freedom, and acceptance, in that lie deep within their hearts.
When moments had
passed, Jesse finally broke the kiss and pulled back smiling once again.
"Me? Oh yeah, I would be fucking fantastic!"
Noah grimaced.
"Jess..."
"Don't tease
me about swearing, Noah. I can say fuck with the best of them, I think, can't
I?" Jesse asked amusedly. He then cocked his head to one side, however,
and ten added, "But then again, if it came down to the doing it part,
you'd be the only one that already knows the answer to that one, right?"
Noah smiled widely
and then hugged his friend fiercely again. "God, I love you!" he
whispered. When he looked up again, he whispered back, "Yeah, we'd both
know all about that one with each other, and honestly, I'm kind of glad of it,
too."
"Damn
straight, we would," Jesse whispered back, before giving another quick,
gentle kiss on the lips. "So, what do you say? Are you up for it? And if
so, uh, do you want to strip and do it out here, or go home, or...?"
Noah only smiled,
before hugging the other boy close again, feeling the warmness and intimacy
they shared so freely with one another. Something just felt right with their
world just then, and they both knew it.
Something that made them feel at peace.
It was all they
could have ever asked for.
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Author's
note: A special thank you to everyone reading, and for being patient for
this last little bit to finally
get
finished. Any and all feedback is welcome, as usual. Provided life doesn't
throw me any
curve
balls, I'll be back before too long, with a new effort. Thanks again!