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We all sat around a fire that Chris and I got going together, our sticks with hamburger meat on the end within the flame as we listened to radio. My head was leaned on Teddy's shoulder, and I immediately regretted wearing shorts, because it was getting very cold that night. Goosebumps covered my pale legs as I tried my best not to shiver.
"Are you cold, Lydia?" Teddy asked, looking over at me.
"No, I'm just..." I sighed, "yeah. I'm cold."
"Here." He said, taking a flannel from his bag and putting it around me. "Better?"
I nodded my head and smiled. I took my hair down from its bandana, and ran a brush through it while the boys talked about various things from Bridget Bardot to how the world will end.
"Hey Gordie, why don't you tell us one of your stories?" Chris asked, as we passed around cigarettes.
"I don't know..." he trailed, "I don't really like to share them."
"Oh come on! The one about the ghost you wrote last week was a personal favorite." I smiled.
"But not a horror story. I don't wanna hear no horror story." Vern says, shaking his head.
"Well, this one I wrote is a little bit different." Gordie says, "it's about this kid named Davie Hogan, but everyone calls him Lard-Ass." I snickered lightly, a small smile playing on my lips.
"Lard-Ass?" Vern questioned.
"Yeah, he's really fat, pushing one eighty." Gordie continued, "but it's not his fault, it's his glands."
"Oh my cousin has that! But no shit! What a blimp-" Vern started, and Chris and I both turned to him.
"Shut it, Vern." We said in unison.
"Right, sorry, sorry." He apologized. "Go on, Gordie."
Gordie went on to talk about how Davie- or- Lard-Ass Hogan was entering the county pie contest. But, he wasn't entering it to win, what he wanted was revenge on the people that bullied him. The bullies would put the sticker, 'wide load', on his back, and beat him up whenever they got the chance.
So, before the contest he drank a lot of castor oil, and ate a raw egg. And when he ate the pies, he imagined the blueberry sauce as rat guts. Then, five pies in, he started to feel something churning in his stomach. So, he turned around, puking all over the contestant beside him. Then, when he puked, everyone followed suit. And it turned it into a complete, and total, 'barf-o-rama', as Gordie said.
We all erupted into cheers, hooting and hollering and clapping our hands once he finished.
"That was the best, Gordie, just the best." Chris grinned.
"That's a good one, Gordo!" I said, and watched as he looked down sheepishly.
"So what happened next?" Teddy asked, and we all looked at him confusingly.
