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Hey, Dude! Part Thirteen
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Hey Dude!
part 13
Ron briefly considered beating off a second time, but it was getting
close to dinner and he didn't want to press his luck. He had to have
Geoff over for the weekend, or else, volunteer to go over there for the
time... wouldn't that be hot? No parents, no school, all that time to be
together with Geoffrey, so much in love, so cute...
"Ronny! Time for dinner, honeyy!" called Mom up the stairs.
"Yeah, Ronnyy honneeyyyy, dinner time!" taunted Darcie. She was really
getting to be a pain in the ass since Geoff had been there. Had Ron been
a little older he would have recognized immediately what her agenda
really was. The middle finger of her right hand might as well have had
"Geoffrey Oscar" tatooed on it. Ron wasn't the only kid in his house in
love with a certain twelve-year-old.
Dinner went quick and uneventfully. Ron asked to talk to Dad after
dinner, and they went into the study. Ron explained that Geoff might
need a bunk for the weekend, and wouldn't it be a cool thing if we...
Ron was pleased when his parents consulted for a second and then found
no problem with the idea. "Dad, could you... could you, like, call Mr.
Frank? I could stay over there with him, too, maybe..." Ron tried not to
drool when he said that, but Dad said "No, I think it would be better
if you guys were over here... if something happened I'd be responsible
anyway.. you see that, Ronny?"
"Yeah Dad, that's a good idea." (As long as you stay out of my room no
matter what, Dad...)
"What's the Oscar's number?"
Ron gave it to him and then held his breath. The two boys' fathers
began to talk, while Ron perched nervously on the edge of the desk,
tuned in completely to the flow of the conversation. It was as if Dad
had forgotten what he had called about! They seemed to be talking more
about each other, and some about Ron's Mom. C'mon, dude, ask them!! I
need my Geoffrey!!! Ask! Ask! Then Dad put his hand over the receiver.
"Ron, you still need something?"
Ron looked at his father as if he was braindead. "Um, well, yeah, Dad,
can Geoff come over here Friday and stay here with us?"
"Oh..." His Dad had forgotten! Weird! Then as the question was raised
between the two adults, Ron simply held his breath. It took thirty-two
seconds. "Ok, fine, Greg.. no, no problem at all.... of course not.. no,
we'll get him to school Monday and you can pick him up Monday evening or
Ronny'll take him home... fine.. just a minute... "
"Okay, son, Geoff's staying here until Monday evening.. you go get
your room ready, I want to talk to Geoff's father some more...now
scoot!"
Ron was absolutely the happiest sixteen-year-old boy on the planet. It
was all he could do to contain himself and appear casual to the family
as he walked out to go upstairs. He passed Darcie in the living room in
front of the TV. He leaned over her. "Your husband is coming over here
Friday and not leaving till Monday... maybe you guys can go to Vegas and
get married there...." Darcie went a strange shade of pink-gray and
snapped "No way, Ronny.. that's not true!"
"Sure is, his folks are leavin' for the weekend, and we're keepin' him
here. Just thought you'd like to know..." Ron trailed off as he climbed
the stairs. Darcie folded her arms over her chest and pouted at the
television.
Ron went upstairs and sat on his bed, overcome. He looked up at his
ceiling. "Oh, Jesus, God, thank you! Thank you so much!" he whispered.
Big clear tears gathered in his gentle brown eyes and he wiped them away
on the back of his hand. "Too cool!" he said to himself. "I can't wait
to tell my Geoffster."
But that took, strangely, another forty minutes. In the meantime, Josh
called him again, to tell him more stuff about Sherry, his new love, and
what they had talked about and how wonderful she was, and what she
liked, and where they were going to go Saturday night, and on and on
and... Ron realized that Love couldn't change *everything* about Josh
overnight. Then Josh had to call Sherry again and just as he hung the
phone up it rang again. Was it Geoff? No! It was... Elliot!!
"Hey, Ron, can I talk to you?"
"Sure, I guess.." Ron was too surprised to think.
"I ain't no good at this, man, but I fucked up and I'm sorry. You had
a right to do what you did, but I feel bad 'cause I made you do it.
After you left I called that kid and you're right, he's a really nice
dude. It made me think about us, back then... (sigh) you know, man."
"I know, Elly." Ron unconsciously used their 'pet' name.
"I just want you to know I'm sorry, Ron. I don't know why I was
pickin' on him. It won't happen again, I swear it. Friends, man...?"
Ron could hear the quaver in the boy's coarse voice. Now was his
chance to hurt back, now Elliot was as vulnerable as he had been, now he
could thrash him...
"Yeah, of course, Elliot, no hard feelins'. Friends, dude."
"Puh!" exclaimed Elliot over the phone. He was apparently struggling
to keep from getting emotional. "Uh, c-cool, I, (squeak!) ..... thanks,
Ron, I gotta go now, Ron, Ron, I .... bye."
Ronny put down the phone. He was getting dizzy. Shit was coming at him
like ninjas in a bad karate movie. Even if it was good stuff, he needed
some time to sort it out... the phone rang again... better be Geoff,
dammit!
"Ronny! Ronny! Guess what, duuuuude!!!"
"Hey, dude, you met the girl of your dreams and she's having your baby
and you named it 'Ron'?
Geoff stopped dead, completely confused. "...Huh, Ron? I ain't got no
girlfriend, dude... I mean, you and me... I .... Ohhhh... Ronnn! Eat
shit, dude...." Geoff had finally realized Ron was joking. "No, wait,
Ron, wait till you hear this, duuude, it's Way Cool Excellent, Ron..."
"Let me guess, Geoffster... you're stayin' over here this weekend?"
"That's only part of it, Ron... you can't believe what happened, your
Dad and mine had this long talk, and I couldn't hear all of it, but my
Dad was *crying*, Ron! While he was talkin' to your Dad, and then he
called me down to talk, and I was scared, but my Mom and Dad were, like
sitting together on the couch hugging and crying and I went over there
and they were huggin' me and I was cryin', too, Ronny and the said they
apologized for bein' mean to me, and my Mom said she was goin' to a
doctor to try and figure out why she hit me all the time and my Dad was
sayin' how your Dad made him realize that they could change stuff and
then we were all bawlin', dude! I cried and cried 'cause I was happy and
I love them, Ron! And all I was thinkin' was that I love you, too, and
then.... then they said I could stay there with you guys!!! I was gonna
faint I was so happy Ron, I just ran around and yelled in my house and
its cool, Ron, it's cool... I see how come you can help kids like you
do, you musta got it from your Dad....." Geoff finally came up for air.
Ron's head was quite literally swimming now. He couldn't deal with the
pressure anymore. All of this was so vitally important to him, things
happening so fast, too fast! "Dude, Geoff, I hope..."
"Ron, I love you!" the boy whispered.
"We're gonna be friends forever, Geoffrey."
"I want that so bad, Ronny. My Mom ain't gonna hit me any more! Ron,
now you can see my room... Ron...."
"Geoff, can you call me later? I gotta think about some heavy shit,
dude."
"Is everything okay, Ron?"
"Yeah, dude, just stuff's happenin' faster than I can deal with it,
you know?"
"I know I love you, Ronny, I'll call you later, okay? Bye.."
The poor boy flopped back on his bed, totally flummoxed. He flung his
arms up over his eyes and tried to calm down. It was all so wonderful,
all at once... he was kinda scared, in a way... what if shit all goes
wrong again?? What if my folks find out I'm gay and then Geoff can't
stay here... what am I gonna do if Elliot goes crazy or something...
What am I... Ron grabbed his pillow and bunched it over his head and
yelled "SSSHHHIIIIITTTTT!!!!!" at the top of his lungs, threw it across
his room, and then laughed at himself.
He was too happy to beat off, too confused to know what to do, to
tired to run and scream like he wanted to do. Ronald Frank found himself
standing on the plateau of his new life, having abruptly left his old
one two weeks, just two weeks! past. It seemed like two years to Ron. He
turned out his light and lay in the safe warm darkness of his room, just
letting his thoughts flood all over the place. Nature's checks and
balances came into effect, and he was asleep before he realized it.
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