Date: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 19:06:05 -0700 From: Douglas DD DD Subject: The Puget Posse Chapter 20 Welcome back to visit with the Posse. This chapter will feature a pair of surprise visitors to Patrick's house. Remember the disclaimers. But, especially remember to contribute to the Nifty Archive. Please write and let me know how you're enjoying the story. Douglas. thehaakanen@hotmail.com CHAPTER 20 RIDERS While Friday's events in the cellar of the Puget Academy opened some eyes and hardened some preadolescent cocks, there were some happenings that weekend that also would have a long range effect on the Puget Posse. One of those incidents involved Patrick and the twins on Saturday. Patrick's Northwest Soccer Club team, the Kickers, had a game at ten in the morning. The team played in a twelve team league consisting of mostly nine and ten-year-olds. The league was divided into two six team divisions. Four of the teams in the league were under the auspices of the Northwest Soccer Club, the largest in the area, with the rest coming from other organizations. "What are we doing after the game?" Patrick asked his father as they drove to the site of the game. "We're getting company," Brian said. "Is it Roy?" Patrick asked eagerly. "No, it is not Roy." "Damn." "Paddy, you watch that mouth of yours or I'll be brooming you," Grannana said. She was riding up front with Brian. Patrick and Uncle Ted were riding in the back seat. "Sorry," Patrick said with the proper tone of remorse. "So, who is it?" "If I told you they were two members of your Puget Posse, could you guess who is coming?" "Mattie and Mark? The twins?" Patrick asked excitedly. "Excellent detective work," Brian said. "They never said they were coming." "That's because they didn't know about it either." "That's weird that you kept it a secret." "This was all planned yesterday." "It's all weird then," Patrick said emphatically. The Kickers played the Stars, who were from the Lake City area. Patrick played the first half in the goal and played offense in the second half. The Kickers won 3-1, giving them a 2-0 record for the season. On the ride home, he spent more time babbling about the twins and how cool they were than he did talking about the game. Brian couldn't help but be amused about where his son's interests lie. As soon as they got home, Patrick leaped out of the car, forgetting his gym bag, and ran for the door, forgetting it was locked. After order was restored, Patrick ran upstairs and changed into a t-shirt and jeans, hoping he wouldn't end up looking dorky when the twins arrived. Then, an unanswered question popped into his head and he ran downstairs to ask the question and get the answer. "When are they getting here?" he asked. Brian ruffled his son's hair and chuckled. "I was wondering when you were going to ask. They have a game at eleven and will come here for lunch right after the game. I think they're bringing clothes so they can change out of their uniforms." "They play on the Lake Monsters," Patrick announced. "Don't we play them soon?" Uncle Ted asked. "In a couple of weeks. They're good." "So are the Kickers," Uncle Ted remarked. "Not as good as them. They have the twins and they're really good." "According to whom?" Brian asked. "Everybody," Patrick answered as if that explained everything. Patrick went down the hall and back to his room. He flopped on his bed and thought about the day before. He thought about all of the dicks he saw. He thought about Mark being naked and Mattie not having pants or undies on. He thought of Ellis, who was little and quiet, suddenly being naked. He thought about having his own boner being touched by Paul and how good it felt. It was all sexy, but while he had a really hard boner, it seemed like there should be more. Something was missing that he couldn't explain. ++++++++++++ The twins were excited about their 5-1 victory over the Colts. But then, as their father Scott often observed, when weren't they excited? Matthew and Mark had each scored a goal in the one-sided game. The Lake Monsters now had a 2-0 record. "Where are we going for lunch, dad?" Mark asked. Kristy did not attend the game. The girls played a noon game and she went to their game. "We're going to be visiting someone you know," Scott said. "Really? Who?" Matthew asked. "Is it somebody cool?" Mark asked, not waiting for an answer to Matthew's question. "It's somebody in your class, so he must be cool." "That doesn't make him cool," Matthew said. "Ellis showed us one of his feet, yesterday, and his toenails were painted red." He didn't bother to mention that they'd seen all the rest of Ellis as well, which was something that helped to tilt the cool meter in Ellis's favor. "I gather that painting your toenails isn't cool," Scott said. "Not if you're a boy," Mark said. Once again, getting naked in school in a meeting room was left out, since one of the twins had gotten naked as well and the other had stripped down to his shirt and socks. Since they had been naked or near naked, Ellis being naked had to be cool. "He's gonna look totally weird when we start having PE," Matthew said. "Well, we're not going to visit Ellis. The boy's name is Patrick." "Oh, cool," Mark said. "Yeah, we like Pat," Matthew added. "I take it he is cool, then," Scott said. "We think so. He's part of the Puget Posse, and all Posse members are cool," Matthew said. "Yeah, even Neville is cool," Mark put in. "Why are we going there for lunch? Why not to Dick's Burgers?" Matthew asked. "Because my car was already greased and oiled this month," their dad replied. "That question will be answered after we get there." "Why do you and mom have to make everything a mystery?" Mark asked. "Because it suits us." "That is a lame answer," Matthew said. "Live with it." "And that is even lamer," Mark said, "because you say it all the time and it doesn't mean anything." "Trust me, someday it will." "Seeing Patrick at his house will be very cool," Matthew said. When they got to Patrick's house, the twins immediately saw the differences in lifestyles and income levels of the two families. They lived in a big, tri-level house on a large, wooded tract of land. Patrick lived in a small ranch house in a neighborhood of older homes. Patrick was waiting enthusiastically at the door as the twins literally bounced up the sidewalk. "Hi, guys," Patrick said, showing his wide, signature grin. The twins totally loved looking at his smile, which not only lit up his face, but seemed to light up everything around him. "Hey, Patrick," Mark said. "Coming here for lunch is so awesome. Did you think of this?" Patrick shook his head. "I didn't even know about it until after my game." "We just found out, too," Matthew said. "Introduce me to your friends, Paddy," Grannana said as she entered the living room. Patrick made the introductions and then his conversation with the twins went on like it hadn't been interrupted. "Did you win your game?" Mark asked. "We won ours five to one." "We won three to one." "Me and Mark both scored," Matthew said. "I had four saves in the goal and didn't give up any goals," Patrick said. With the mutual bragging out of the way, Patrick led the twins to his room so they could change out of their uniforms. Mark and Matthew looked around the room, impressed by its boyish atmosphere. It was neat and orderly, but not overly so. There was enough stuff strewn around to announce that a boy occupied the room. They made no comment on the fact that Patrick's bedroom was half the size of theirs. They did comment on Patrick's soccer and baseball posters that finished off the "all boy" feel of the room. "Those are great posters," Mark said, "but I don't see any Seahawks." "I don't like football that much," Patrick said. "Damn. But you do like baseball. You must play it." "Yeah, I was on a team. I'm not great at playing it, but I really like watching it." "That's cool," Matthew said. "Me and Mark play baseball and basketball, and we'll play football when we go to a school that isn't lame and has football. And you know we play soccer, just like you do." "Two weeks and the Lake Monsters play the Kickers," Mark said, being careful not to add anything about kicking the ass of the Kickers. "The bathroom is across the hall if you want to change there," Patrick suggested. "You mean you don't have your own bathroom," Matthew said. "We only have one in the whole house, except for Nannie's little one." "Wow. What do you do when you have an emergency?" "I climb out the window and use the big tree in the backyard," Patrick said, shooting his status up another notch on the twins' "coolness" meter. "WAY cool," Matthew said. "We can change here," Mark said. "Yeah, you can watch us. I mean yesterday you saw what we got." "That was so very cool yesterday," Mark said. "Did you have fun?" he asked Patrick. "It was lots of fun," Patrick replied. "We didn't get do see your dinky," Matthew said as he and Mark started pulling off their uniforms. "Dinky?" Patrick asked. "Yeah, this thing," Mark said, pulling down his jock strap and exposing his flaccid penis. "I never heard it called a dinky before." "Well, you have now," Matthew said. "You got to see ours, but we never got to see yours." While Patrick had been a bit shy about exposing himself to the group during the challenge, he was not shy in his bedroom, which placed him in a more comfortable zone. He had no problem exposing himself to the twins; to him it was no different than having Zane in the room with him. He pulled his briefs and jeans down to his ankles and pulled off his t-shirt, giving Mark and Matthew a full look at his wares. "I didn't think you'd do it," Matthew said. "I thought you'd be, like, too scared," Mark said. "But Paddy did it, which is really cool," Matthew said. He exposed himself as well, pulling off his jock and sweaty underpants. He and Mark were both naked and Patrick was close to it. "Paddy?" Mark asked. "He gets called Paddy?" "Yeah, didn't you hear his grandmother call him that?" "No. Paddy sounds kind of cool." "My family calls me that," Patrick said. "I like Patrick better." "Okay," Matthew said. "But you said we could call you Pat." "I think I like being called Patrick better. It sounds like I'm older, not just nine." "Yeah, Mattie, he wants to be called Patrick to sound older," Mark said. "And you know I don't want to be called Mattie any more. I want to be Matthew." "Mattie, Mattie, Mattie, Mattie...," Mark chanted. "Shut up or I'll bust your lip when we get home." "Mattie, Mattie, Mattie...," Mark chanted again, but he had to stop to laugh. For a moment, Patrick was afraid a fight was going to break out in his bedroom. But when Matthew started laughing along with Mark, he managed to relax. "I think it makes me sound older, too," Matthew said. "Mattie sounds like a little kid." "If we were home, we'd take a shower before lunch," Mark said. "But, we don't stink." "Maybe I don't, but I bet you do," Matthew said. Mark lifted up his right arm. "Take a whiff." Matthew stuck his nose into Mark's underarm and took a big sniff. He staggered back and fell onto Patrick's bed, gagging as he put both of his hands around his throat. "You probably stink worse than I do," Mark said. The second spat between the two was interrupted by a knock on the bedroom door. "Are you boys decent?" Brian asked. "No!" the three of them shouted in unison. "We're naked!" Matthew added. "What did you tell him that for?" Mark asked. "Just in case he still wanted to come in, I thought he should know." Matthew said. "Lunch is ready," Brian said, walking away from the door laughing out loud. "You're crazy," Mark said. "At least I don't stink," Matthew said. "Yeah, well, I don't stick my nose into people's pits." Patrick had seen enough of the twins' trading barbs to know that they probably wouldn't come to blows, but for a few seconds he hadn't been sure. "Too bad we can't just go out and eat naked," Mark said. "I do it all the time," Patrick told them. "For real?" Mark asked. "Yeah, nobody cares." "You live in the coolest house," Matthew said. "Yeah, you do. Let's go out naked," Mark said. "We better not," Patrick said, feeling a bit cautious. "I've never done it with friends." "Damn," Matthew said. "I guess we better get some clothes on then." The twins put on shorts and a Lake Monsters t-shirt. "Don't you have a Kickers shirt to put on?" Mark asked. "I have one." "Then put it on instead of that one," Mark said. "If we can't eat lunch naked, then we can eat wearing the coolest shirts." Patrick pulled up his undies and pants, took his Kickers t-shirt out of a drawer, and the three went to the dining room feeling very cool, indeed. The only thing naked was their bare feet. "It took you guys long enough to get dressed," Scott said chidingly. "We had to show off our stuff you know," Mark said. Brian laughed almost hysterically with the three boys as Scott's face turned a deep shade of red. "I am so sorry about that Brian," Scott said. "Don't worry about it," Brian said. "They're boys being boys." After that things managed to calm down as the boys devoured Maxine's special recipe lasagna. Even though it was calmer, it certainly wasn't quieter. All three boys wanted to know why they were having this special lunch. Not that they were complaining, they said, because they were having a lot of fun together (wink, wink), but it was the adults who set up the lunch so there must be a reason behind it and they wanted to know what it was. They kept being told to calm down, (which wasn't going to happen) and after lunch all would be revealed. After lunch Scott, Brian, Ted, and the boys gathered in the living room, and order was finally restored, if only for a moment. "As you know," Scott said, "we live way out at the edge of the suburbs, farther out than the Puget Academy is willing to send a bus." "North Lake School is closer," Mark said. "Yeah, and they have football," Matthew added. "Boys! If you want to take part in a discussion with adults you will have to learn to keep quiet and listen." "But, if it's a discussion, we should be able to talk," Mark said. "I said an ADULT discussion." "Then why are we sitting here if it's your discussion?" Matthew asked. Scott took a deep breath and mentally counted to five. "Because, this discussion is about you and affects your lives, so we thought you might want to know what is going on. But, if these decisions don't interest you, you're welcome to go upstairs and play like the little boys you are." "Dad," Mark wailed, "we are not little boys. We're ten years old." "Yeah, he's the little boy," Matthew said as he pointed at Patrick with a giggle. Brian took all of this in; thankful he had Patrick to deal with and not the rambunctious twins sitting on the floor in front of the couch. Patrick had his moments, but at least they weren't in living stereo. "Patrick, you might want to take Mark and Matthew to your room. Then you're welcome to come back and join us," Scott said. Patrick gave his dad a pleading look and then glanced over at the twins. He did not like being caught in the middle of yet another whirlwind surrounding the twins. It seemed like there was always a whirlwind surrounding the twins, which was a big reason he liked them; they were never boring. But, this whirlwind was putting him in the middle of a conflict with adults, and that was a whole different deal. "Sorry," Mark said with just the right amount of remorse in his voice. "We'll be quiet." Scott was finally able to take over uninterrupted, telling how he'd received a call from the transportation director at the Puget Academy asking if he would like to drive the twins only half the distance each day. The director said that bus two had some openings. If Scott and Kristy were open to the idea of taking the twins to and from the home of one of the regular riders, the twins could ride the bus. He suggested Patrick or Will's house, since they were classmates of the twins. "He told me that Patrick lived closer, and if I was amenable to the idea, he would contact Patrick's father about Kristy or I using this house as a staging area." Brian took over from there. "I received a call as well about it. I said I was open to the idea. I knew you were on the same team in your class and you appeared to get along." "We told him that before we committed we would run it by you boys, not because you'd be riding the same bus but because the twins would frequently be spending time here," Scott finished. "So, what do you think?" Brian asked, not that he needed to. The excited look on the faces of all three boys said it all. "Bus two is going to rock," Mark said. "Thanks, dad," Matthew said. Then he looked at Brian and amended that to, "Thanks, dads." Realizing they were now out from under the yoke of the fathers, the three boys were out of the living room, into the hall, and into Patrick's room before the adults could blink. The twins flopped on Patrick's bed while Patrick sat in his desk chair. The three babbled on about how cool the news was until Patrick said he had a bit of bad news. "That kid you guys don't like, Jerry something, rides that bus." "You mean Jeremiah?" Mark asked. "He's a pussy." "Yeah," Matthew agreed, "we beat him up once already." "I just wanted you to know. His friend Tony rode it, but he wasn't supposed to and hasn't been on since." "I don't know much about Tony," Mark said. "What about Alden, does he ride that bus?" Matthew asked. "Who's Alden?" Patrick asked. "That's what I thought. He came in with Jeremiah on orientation day, but they went to different tables." "Yeah, and are in different classrooms," Mark added. "He's been way too quiet," Matthew said. "Yeah, way too quiet." The conversation ended when Scott called for the twins, saying it was time to go. They grabbed their bags and gave Patrick a high five. "You're cool, Patrick," Mark said. "That's all you gotta know." "Yeah, and now we get to come here almost every day," Matthew said. "Hey, did Jeremiah ever bug you on the bus?" Mark asked. "Just flicked my ears a couple of times," Patrick said. "That's cool. That gives him something he's gotta pay for," Matthew said. Patrick wasn't sure what they were talking about, so he went on to another topic. "I've been thinking," Patrick said. "You're a good thinker," Matthew said. "That's because he's really smart," Mark said. "I guess I'm pretty smart," Patrick said. It would be very hard for him to deny being intelligent. "But, here's what I'm thinking. I want to just be called Patrick, and Matthew wants to be Matthew and not Mattie. Maybe Misha really wants to be Mikhail." "Yeah, and Neville might want to be Neville," Mark said. Patrick fought a giggle and went on. "What if we each had our own Posse name." "You mean a name that only us Posse guys call each other?" Matthew asked. "Yes." Mark and Matthew looked at each other and nodded in unison. "Great idea, Patrick. Now we just have to figure out how to do it." "Boys!" came the call from the living room. "Bye, Patrick. See ya, Monday," Mark said as the twins hustled out of the room. Before leaving the house, they went into the kitchen and thanked Maxine for the great lunch. The old lady beamed at the polite boys. It didn't escape the attention of Brian, Patrick, Ted, or Maxine that they'd come into the kitchen without prompting. As wild as the two boys were, they'd been well-drilled in the importance of good manners, and they took those lessons seriously. ++++++++++++ The twins were dropped off at Patrick's house ten minutes before the bus was due. When Mrs. Deaver opened the door of the bus, she introduced herself and greeted the twins by name, admitting that she had no idea which was which. "That's okay, half the time we don't even know," Mark said with an impudent grin. Patrick had explained the seating arrangement on the bus and the twins took a seat behind Patrick. He told them that Will always sat next to him. "But we can change it whenever we want," he said. Tony boarded the bus at Jeremiah's stop for the first time since the first day of school. He looked at the twins and shrugged, then took a seat across the aisle from them. Since Mrs. Deaver had allowed him on the bus, Patrick figured he must have gotten special permission to ride like the twins had. Mrs. Deaver closed the door without Jeremiah boarding the bus. "Where's Jeremiah?" Patrick asked. "He got suspended from the bus for three days because he sassed the bus driver," Tony said. Patrick nodded, while the twins filed away that interesting bit of information. Because they had Pelican soccer practice after school, the twins' mother picked them up after practice, along with Patrick, dropping Patrick at his house. That was much quicker than the roundabout route of the activity bus. There was no afterschool practice on Tuesday, so they would be riding their regular bus. Jeremiah accosted the twins on their way to the bus. "That's my bus," Jeremiah said with a bit of threat to his voice. "It's our bus, too," Mark said pleasantly. "We ride it now." "I know, but I'm, like, the boss. Everybody does what I say," he said looking straight at Mark. "That's cool with us, but I don't know about Mrs. Deaver," Mark said. As Mark talked, Matthew snuck behind Jeremiah and flicked his right ear and then his left ear. "That's for flicking the ears of our friend on the bus," Matthew said. "You can be the boss as long as you don't mess with our friends." "I hate you guys," Jeremiah said as he walked away to the pickup area. "What a wuss," Matthew said as Jeremiah walked away grumbling. "I guess we're even now," Mark said. "Yeah, we're even on that score. I think Jeremiah just quit being the boss of the bus." "Yeah, not like he ever was anyway." The twins clamored onto the bus. Mrs. Deaver smiled at them. She'd seen the entire little confrontation out of the windshield. She couldn't help but feel that her job might have become just a bit more pleasant. But, she also had the feeling that the twins might bear some watching just in case they got carried away with their responses. Next: Into the Fall