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Hey, Dude! Part Twelve
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Hey Dude!
part 12
Ron wiped the disgusting cold slime off his mirror in the morning,
half grossed-out by it and half turned on by how it got there. He
shaved the encroaching traces of manhood off his upper lip and got
ready for school. He felt that today was going to be cool and smooth.
Boy was he wrong!
Ron would often remember this day, when his life blew up and the
pieces all fell back together better than before the explosion.
School itself went unremarkably... he had completed more than
seventy-five percent of his backwork, and the end was in sight. He saw
Josh at lunch. They found a little privacy off to one side of the lunch
quad.
"Ronny, I called Sherry after I hung up with you, and we talked until
four-thirty this morning... and I'm not tired! You were right, dude, she
was scared I was mad at her, and I was scared she was mad at me, and now
we're goin' out Friday or Saturday, and Ron we have so much in common, I
just can't stop thinkin' about her, and it's.... it's... Ron....?" Josh
looked up from his sandwich, his eyes intense and wet.
"I know, Josh. Ya *love* her, dude, and it's totally awesome."
"Ron.... yeah." Josh took a huge breath. "Yeah. And I owe it to you!"
"Naw, I just helped you see some things, Josh. I know how you feel."
"Ronny, I'm never gonna forget you, ever. I mean it."
The bell rang. "It's cool you're happy Josh. That's what I like."
They saw each other in passing, and then when Mrs. Libowitz came to
pick Josh up. Sam was in the car, in the back seat, and Ron said 'Hi!'
to him too. Sam looked just like Josh did back when they were in junior
high, and recently Ron had had more than one fantasy about the boy. But
now Sam just reminded him of his Geoff, his cute Geoff, his for-real
boyfriend Geoffrey. He hurried home in case Geoff called him.
There was, in fact a message on his machine. He pushed the 'PBK' key.
"Um, Ron? It's me, Geoffrey... are you there? I wanna talk to you...
Ron are you there......? No?.... Okay (sigh) call me back, no one's
home till after six. Thanks...."
Something was wrong with Geoff again. Ron's guts tightened in fear as
he quickly dialed his friend. The phone hardly rang. Geoff said "That
you?"
"Yup, dude, you okay?"
"No..."
"Oh, Geoff... what's up, dude?"
"Um, Ron, you know how I told you Elliot Dunbar's in my school?"
"....Yeah.."
"Well, today, they... some of his friends and him, they were... they
got around me and some guys I know and they...."
"Geoff! Stop stuttering! Just *tell* me what they did!"
"(gulp) Sorry, Ron. They said bad stuff about you and like, they
*knew*, Ron! They *knew* what we did... they asked if I screamed when
you blowed me, and if my ass hurt after I went over there.. and I don't
even get *that* Ron... but they were laughin' and now my friends won't
talk to me and every time we're in the halls in between classes the
older kids call me 'Oscar Fag' and 'Gaylord'... and Ronny... Ron..."
"Geoff.. don't cry... Don't you *even* cry. I'll take care of this."
"(snif, sniffff) Ron, I'm doomed there, and I'm only in seventh,
what'm I gonna do? If my Mom finds out she'll kill me... someone at her
work has a son your age who, like, admitted to it, and when my Mom found
out about it she said if it were me she'd disown me and make me go live
with my Grandparents... oh, God, Ronnneeee, what'm I gonna do...?"
His beloved Geoffrey broke down anyway, and Ron was suddenly,
frighteningly, angry. He even thought of taking his hunting knife over
to Elliot's... "Geoff, I'll call you back." he said through his teeth.
He didn't wait for a response. No car was available, either, so he ran,
hardly noticing it, until he turned a familiar corner. He stopped in
front of Elliot's house. Faint strains of Metallica floated out from
somewhere. Ron strode into the open garage and banged on the door. The
music dropped a little in volume and then the door opened and there
stood Elliot, in a t-shirt and shorts. A billow of marijuana smoke
followed him out the door. The boy gave Ron a little smirk. "How's your
little kid-buddy, huh dude? I heard you guys are..."
Ron had Elliot by the collar of his shirt and up against the wall of
the garage before he could continue. "Fuck you, Dunbar!!" he snarled and
then drove his fist deeply into the ninth-grader's stomach. It was
absolutely the first time Ron had ever hit anyone since childhood.
Elliot's eyes went wide and the breath whooshed out of him. Ron kept him
pressed up off his feet with his left forearm under Elliot's chin as he
drew back and slugged him again. "That's for hurting a nice kid who never
did anything to you, motherfucker!" Again the fist slammed into the
squawking boy, driven by years of pain and repression. Each time he hit
him, Elliot gave made another "HWRRAAAAK!" noise. Ron let him slip
gasping to the greasy garage floor. He considered kicking him around the
place but Elliot gasped "Ron... dude... okay, I give... I give, swear
to God..." and then threw up nastily into the spot of oil under him. Ron
waited for him to quit gagging and then hauled the boy upright again.
"Dunbar, I'll never forget what you did to me, and I'll never forgive
what you've done to Geoff. The next time anyone, I mean *anybody* says
shit to Geoffrey, I'm comin' over here and fuck you up, I don't give a
fuck how many dudes you get to protect you. You got that??"
"....yeah..."
"Elliot..."
".....yeah..."
"Look at me, motherfucker!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
"You need any more proof to tell you I'm fuckin' serious...??"
"No, Ron, no, please, I apologize, man, we were just fuckin' around.."
"Dude, no more warnings. Geoff is more important to me than anything I
know, and if you hurt him again I'm fuckin' killing you man, you fuckin'
asshole, and I could give a shit what happens afterward... you got
that?"
"Yeah. I swear, no more."
Ron released him and was gratified when Elliot collapsed and rolled
onto his back in the grease and puke. "You got his phone number?"
"No, I swear it, Ron, please.."
"Okay, here it is... you fucking call him and apologize or I'm comin'
back over here tonight and finish this..." Ron gave him the number, and
then turned and walked back home, feeling pretty good about himself.
Fifteen minutes later, Geoff called him, in shock.
"Ron, that dude, you know, Elliot? He, he just called me and like,
*apologized* all over the place, he said it was a mistake and they meant
some other kid, and like, would I forgive him and stuff..."
"Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Forgive him?"
"Well, yeah, sure, I just lied and told him I wasn't gay and that was
really mean and could get a kid into lots of trouble, and he said don't
worry it won't happen again and hung up... Ron, what'd you do??????"
"Oh, I just went over there and negotiated a little."
Geoff laughed. Ron was totally addicted to his friend's laughter,
Geoff had a bubbly infectious laugh.. he laughed from his gut, and
always fell against Ron when they were happy together. It was sweet and
pure and it healed Ron to be laughing with his Geoff. "Ron, is he
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