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Hey, Dude! Part Seven
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Hey, Dude!
Part 7
And so it went. Ron got home, got a snack, and plowed into more work
than he ever dreamed a guy could have. It gave him a residual headache
just thinking about it. He worked until dinner, ate something, and kept
jammin' until he finally couldn't see anymore, around ten-thirty. He had
made good progress. Geoff called him.
"So, Geoffster, everything cool at your house?"
"Yeah, pretty much, my Mom and Dad aren't talking, but at least they
ain't fightin'."
"They say anything?"
"Naw, they knew I spent the night at your place, and that was fine.
Nobody cares." Geoff was quiet a second. "Nobody but you, dude.."
"Oh, Geoff... I, I'm glad you knocked me down in the mall... you are
just so cool of a kid..."
"....Ron.... I hurt you, I can't stand it..." Geoff was suddenly in
tears again.
"Geoffrey, if you don't stop it, I'm gonna kill you, dude.. it wasn't
your fault, and right now, I think it's the best thing that ever
happened to me... how else would we have met?"
"....I'm sorry, Ronnie, sorry... I got a bloody nose, too, then, you
know that? It bled for an hour. They thought it was broken.."
"From what?"
"From running into you with my face. I got blood on my Green Day shirt
and like, wrecked it. Then I wanted to go with you in the ambulance but
they wouldn't let me 'til my Mom came for me, then they took me home. I
was so worried, Ron, you were all white and still..."
"Why were you runnin'?"
"My stupid friend Eric stole this little piece of jewelry from a store
and so we ran, I was trying to get him to take it back, but him 'n Ryan
were just laughing and wouldn't listen to me. Then I hit you and they
like, disappeared on me."
"Little fuckers....."
"Yeah, Eric's crazy, he smokes marijuana and steals beers from his
Dad. Ryan's okay, though. He wants to be a lawyer like me."
"You gonna be a lawyer?"
"I think so, I really like it, and all my tests say I read good and
I'm real logical and stuff. I kinda like it. Plus you can get rich."
"Yeah. I don't know what I want to be. I guess I'll go to college and
find out. It's neat you know already, like, what you want to do.."
"If you were a lawyer we could be in the same office... that would be
bitchin'..."
"Dude, Oscar and Frank, Attorneys at Law..? The hot dog lawyers... I
don't think so...."
Geoff went into hysterics over the phone. The younger boy laughed for
the better part of five minutes, before Ron could get a word in edgewise.
"If yer wiener's in trouble, we'll get it out... hee hee hee heee.."
Oh, God... thought Ron. This is what you get for liking seventh-
graders. "Hey Geoff... Geoff... hey, dude.."
"Yeah...?" asked the boy, still snickering and giggling.
"When's your birthday?"
"Four weeks. When's yours?"
"Eight months. What're we gonna do special for your birthday... you'll
be a teenager like me.."
"Finally!!" agreed Geoff.
"What shall we do in honor of Geoff being thirteen?"
"I can think of some stuff, but we'd need, like, privacy...."
Ron felt his dick stir in his jeans. God, thank You so, so much.. I
really do love this kid, Lord... I'm tellin' the truth...
"No, let's do something like, go somewhere, or a concert maybe... we
can do the 'private' stuff anytime."
"Right now?" asked Geoff.
"You mean, over the phone...?"
"Um, no, wait.. the phone?? How would that work?"
"Well, I do something and tell you what I'm doing and you do it and
tell me what you're doing, and we like do it together.."
"No way, my Mom'd pick up the phone and I'd be busted big-time!"
"Yeah, you need your own phone, for privacy."
(sigh) "I miss you, Ronnie..." The tone of Geoff's voice melted Ron in
his seat. "I miss you too, Geoffster. I wanna spend some more nights
with you.."
"Yeah! I'm getting addicted to your hand, dude. Mine's not the same. I
done it three times since I got home from school, but I can't make it
feel good like you do."
Ron was popped in a flash. He stripped his zipper down and worked his
pants open. "You like it when I do ya, huh?"
"Yeah. It feels so good, I like start shakin' and get all dizzy. It's
nothing like at camp when I was nine and Elliot tried to do it."
Ron froze, suddenly not breathing. "A guy named Elliot jacked you off,
dude?"
"Yeah, this guy named Elliot Dunbar. He was like, twelve or something.
He was always tryin' to get kids to do shit with him. I didn't want to,
but he kinda forced me..."
A hot, sour bolt of lightning had struck Ron square on the forehead.
Geoff was chatting away but Ron's ears were roaring and he couldn't hear
him. He was very nearly sick to his stomach.
"Ron....? Ronnie... you there?"
".......Yeah. Hold on a sec..."
"Cool, I though you went to piss or something, so anyway..."
"Geoff, shut up a sec, okay?!?!" Ron was instantly sorry, and he heard
Geoff's shocked gasp.
"....Um, sure, cool, ... Ron..... "
"Sorry, I had to think about something."
"Ron. What's wrong? I'm worried now, dude, I'm only a kid, but I wanna
help you, you're my best friend..."
"Geoff, I can't explain it, it would take too long. But if you come
over for some homework help, I tell you all about it. Deal?"
"... Ron, I'm worried, I'm scared... tell me just a little..." Geoff
was whining and it was killing Ronald to hear the pain in the boy's
voice.
"Dude, this hurts, okay, but I don't want you to worry... this has to
be between us, okay?"
"Duh, like I'm gonna tell someone anything..."
"Okay, God, Geoff, I... shit. Okay. (sigh) A long time ago, me and
Elliot were friends.."
".....Friends... like us???"
"Yeah, kinda. But I was younger and I didn't know what kind of dude
Elliot was until it was too late. Then he dumped me for this
nineteen-year-old chick, and it hurt me, Geoff... it still hurts..."
"....Oh, Ron. Did he force you, too?"
"No, he was twelve and I was fourteen, but he was always gettin' me to
do sex stuff with him, and I was too young to know that he was just
usin' me, he didn't love me, Geoff, he lied... he lied..... he li...."
Ron cried quietly, head down over his desk, tears dripping down onto his
notebook.
"God, Ron, that's awful."
"... Not since I met you, Geoffrey... You don't know what you mean to
me, dude, you are so cool of a person..... I'll always love you."
"Ron, my Mom's been yellin' at me and hittin' me all my life. I
thought everyone's parents did that until I got into seventh. Before I
met you, I knew a guy whose cousin killed himself with a gun, and I
started thinking about it, you know?"
"Yeah, dude, I know."
"And then when you said we could maybe be friends, even after I put
you in a coma for four days, it was like I had something to hope for
again. But I didn't think a kid like you would want to be friends with a
seventh-grader, so I got all sad again. But I was wrong, and now, Ron,
I'm happy. I like it how you listen to me, Ron. I like it we can talk. I
like bein' in your room, 'cause it's like, your personality in there. I
like your racers.... I wanna take 'em out and race 'em, dude. That make
sense?"
"I wanna see your room, Geoffster, I bet it's cool."
"It's messy, that's for sure."
"Geoff, I gotta go, I got school tomorrow, you too. Call me when you
get home?"
"I got Hebrew school... hey, dude!"
"What?"
"You're coming to my Bar Mitzvah... that's an order!"
"Um, yeah, cool.. I'd like that. When is it?"
"Four weeks, the weekend of my birthday. I'll have my suit on, you can
laugh at me."
"Okay, Geoff, I'm goin' to bed. Call me tomorrow."
"What'ya gonna do in bed, dude?" asked the boy with a leer.
"Dude, I'm jackin' it. You?"
"I'll try, but it's got a sore on it from all the rubbing.."
"Vaseline, dude, give it a try. Night!"
"Night, Ron." (whisper) "I love you."
"I totally love you, Geoffster, get some sleep. Night!"
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