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Probably gonna go up and jam some music in my room after we eat. Maybe tonight we’ll go to BNB’s, talk to some friends. That’s about all.”
“Well, whatever you two boys do, you better be responsible in your decisions. Don’t raise a stink, and you won’t begin to smell,” Mrs. Spears added, sipping more coffee. I noticed her trade an assertive look with Mr. Spears as if putting the exclamation point on their authority over us.
“Yes, Mom, yes, Dad,” Scruffy responded lazily, like he had heard this a thousand times before.
“Yes, ma’am,” I added.
A few more minutes went by full of idle chatter until Scruffy stood up from his chair, taking his empty plate.
“Leo, you done? I’ll grab your plate if you are,” he yelled to me over the sound of water flowing from the faucet as he washed his plate before putting it in the dishwasher.
“I can bring it, bro. I’m finished,” I said, but Scruffy took it from me, anyway.
“Geez , honey, if we could get Mark to do that when company isn’t around, it sure would save us a lot of effort.” His father smiled.
We shared a chuckle at Scruffy’s expense.
“C’mon, Leo, we better cruise up to my room before they conjure up fresh chores for me to do.”
I excused myself from the table, following him upstairs. I was sure to thank his parents for the wonderful meal.
We entered his room, he closed the bedroom door, and leaped onto his bed. Just as he hit the mattress, he reached over to his headboard and turned on his docked iPod so we could listen to some music. I plopped down in the beanbag on his floor and we continued talking.
“Something keeps bothering me, man.”
“What’s up?”
“It’s not just my parents, but I haven’t even met your parents yet. Hell, I don’t really know exactly where you live. Is there a reason for that, bro?” He squinted at me. “Are you ashamed of something?”
“Nah, I just hate going through the whole parent meeting thing.”
“Well, I’m not so much worried about meeting your mom and pops, although it would be cool, but for my parents, it’s mandatory. So if you don’t do it soon, we can’t play anymore.” Scruffy joked as if we were children.
“I promise , Scruff, the next chance my parents get, I’ll make sure you meet them, and on top of that, actually find out exactly where I live. Besides, you’d miss me too much if I didn’t get this done,” I kidded.
“Anyway, changing the subject now, but still feeding your conceit, that race was over the top! Not only did you tick-off Darryl, he said you did something, and it looked like it freaked him out.”
“Freaked him out? What’s he talking about?”
“When most of us met back at BNB’s, we all started talking about the race. Darryl showed up there, not smart enough to keep a low profile like you did. He was dang lucky he didn’t get noticed by the police…”
“They probably did know he took part in the race, but Mommy and Daddy are much too prominent for the police to harass their sweet baby Darryl.” I interrupted Scruff with some not-so-exaggerated truth.
“I know, right?” he agreed before continuing with his story. “So anyway, he looked a little confused when he arrived. He gave us his first-hand account about when he was spinning out of control and about to fly off River Road.”
Scruffy waited for me to confirm Darryl’s recollection of events in the race, so I did.
“Well, he said all of a sudden his car felt like it jerked back into proper position, like it was being pulled or something. He said he saw your hand grabbing his passenger door like you were actually keeping him on the road.”
I was taken aback. I couldn’t believe Darryl noticed what I did. Surely neither Scruffy nor Darryl truly believed someone could just casually reach over and pull a speeding, few-ton car into place. I scoffed at the outrageous claim.
“What? Is he on the pipe?”
“That’s basically what I said, Leo, until he walked us
“Well, whatever you two boys do, you better be responsible in your decisions. Don’t raise a stink, and you won’t begin to smell,” Mrs. Spears added, sipping more coffee. I noticed her trade an assertive look with Mr. Spears as if putting the exclamation point on their authority over us.
“Yes, Mom, yes, Dad,” Scruffy responded lazily, like he had heard this a thousand times before.
“Yes, ma’am,” I added.
A few more minutes went by full of idle chatter until Scruffy stood up from his chair, taking his empty plate.
“Leo, you done? I’ll grab your plate if you are,” he yelled to me over the sound of water flowing from the faucet as he washed his plate before putting it in the dishwasher.
“I can bring it, bro. I’m finished,” I said, but Scruffy took it from me, anyway.
“Geez , honey, if we could get Mark to do that when company isn’t around, it sure would save us a lot of effort.” His father smiled.
We shared a chuckle at Scruffy’s expense.
“C’mon, Leo, we better cruise up to my room before they conjure up fresh chores for me to do.”
I excused myself from the table, following him upstairs. I was sure to thank his parents for the wonderful meal.
We entered his room, he closed the bedroom door, and leaped onto his bed. Just as he hit the mattress, he reached over to his headboard and turned on his docked iPod so we could listen to some music. I plopped down in the beanbag on his floor and we continued talking.
“Something keeps bothering me, man.”
“What’s up?”
“It’s not just my parents, but I haven’t even met your parents yet. Hell, I don’t really know exactly where you live. Is there a reason for that, bro?” He squinted at me. “Are you ashamed of something?”
“Nah, I just hate going through the whole parent meeting thing.”
“Well, I’m not so much worried about meeting your mom and pops, although it would be cool, but for my parents, it’s mandatory. So if you don’t do it soon, we can’t play anymore.” Scruffy joked as if we were children.
“I promise , Scruff, the next chance my parents get, I’ll make sure you meet them, and on top of that, actually find out exactly where I live. Besides, you’d miss me too much if I didn’t get this done,” I kidded.
“Anyway, changing the subject now, but still feeding your conceit, that race was over the top! Not only did you tick-off Darryl, he said you did something, and it looked like it freaked him out.”
“Freaked him out? What’s he talking about?”
“When most of us met back at BNB’s, we all started talking about the race. Darryl showed up there, not smart enough to keep a low profile like you did. He was dang lucky he didn’t get noticed by the police…”
“They probably did know he took part in the race, but Mommy and Daddy are much too prominent for the police to harass their sweet baby Darryl.” I interrupted Scruff with some not-so-exaggerated truth.
“I know, right?” he agreed before continuing with his story. “So anyway, he looked a little confused when he arrived. He gave us his first-hand account about when he was spinning out of control and about to fly off River Road.”
Scruffy waited for me to confirm Darryl’s recollection of events in the race, so I did.
“Well, he said all of a sudden his car felt like it jerked back into proper position, like it was being pulled or something. He said he saw your hand grabbing his passenger door like you were actually keeping him on the road.”
I was taken aback. I couldn’t believe Darryl noticed what I did. Surely neither Scruffy nor Darryl truly believed someone could just casually reach over and pull a speeding, few-ton car into place. I scoffed at the outrageous claim.
“What? Is he on the pipe?”
“That’s basically what I said, Leo, until he walked us
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