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Hey, Dude! Part Eight
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Hey, Dude!
Part 8
Ron turned in, but any thought of 'doing it' had vanished in the
mental stink of Elliot resurfacing in his life again. Ron lay for a
long time in the dark, hands folded beneath his head, staring at
nothing. Elliot would be at Marshall next year, and Ron was not looking
forward to having to see him, even infrequently. Finding out that Elliot
was more of a dirtbag than even (rather naive) Ron had figured, was
just more stress on the boy's emotions. He longed for the days before
'love' had meant anything to him. How he wished he was Geoff's age! How
cool it would be to wake up one morning and be twelve again! Ron smiled
to himself, closing his dark, liquid brown eyes. It'd be cool to have
all my memories, though... then I could kick some butt.... Ron was
sleeping as he imagined that, and woke up the next morning, feeling
marginally better.
But Fate seemed determined to keep Elliot in his life. The day had
gone normally, and Ron, by working way too hard, had reduced his
homework to almost a manageable level. About five-thirty, his phone
rang... it was his Geoffster!
"Hey, dude!" said Ron happily.
"Hey, dude, what'cha doin'?"
"Homework, still. I'm gonna be doin' this year's homework when I'm in
college, dude, this suuuuucks...!"
"Yeah, I hate it when the teachers give ya tons of it in every class,
like they don't think of anybody else.. it's not fair."
"You got it. What are you doin', Geoffrey?"
"Nothin'. I just got back from bein' at Temple, practicing for my Bar
Mitzvah. I'm bored!"
"You wanna go to the mall and get something to eat and maybe hang out
for a couple' hours?"
"Really? You mean it?"
"Sure, go ask...."
"Cooolll....." Geoff threw the phone down and raced off yelling
"Mommmmm! Mothherrr...!"
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