Charlie's Boys

Marty 1980 Page 3

Marty's POV

"You know...it wouldn't kill you to keep your stuff organized once in a while 'Rod'..." I told Rodney as we bot got up, with a few other kids, now making their way out of the bus, as it stopped where we all usually get off!

"Yeah-yeah...it's easy to say that when you have most of your homework done before we even get home, I don't understand most of that mess so I have to wait until I get home to do all of that...", he barks right back!

"ALRIGHT-ALRIGHT...just saying, you don't have to chop my head off man, I just got used to doing most of it at school...mostly during class time...it's not that hard 'Rod', I can help you if you want...", I offered as we finally climb down the stairs of the bus, and out the doors with the other kids, and head off together, on our usual street and walk.

"It's alright man...I just need more time to get mine done, that's all...so, did you hear back from 'Beatrice' yet...", he quickly changed the subject, and he went right for the kill...as I knew he would!

Charlie's POV

I'm a half mile away from that BIG...YELLOW, BUS...and let me tell you, the 'waiting' was well worth it!

My little buddy there...in that perfect blue tee-shirt, the one he looks all amazing in...just got off that damn, fucking bus...and he still looks as incredible as ever...YES HE DOES!

From my bat-mobile (1971 Dodge Challenger R/T), now parked at the curve, a few house away from the bus-stop...I'm eyeing all the fucking kids to see where they'll all headed, as I've only got eyes for 'you'!

As I watch...intently, most of the others spread all out in different directions...and then it's only 'you'...and that little friend of yours. You two walk side by side, on the sidewalk...heading back in the direction you both were walking from earlier, in the morning.

I turn the key on my bitch...and hear her roar as I get her 'on'...then menace the fucking clutch some and get her going, steady as 'we' go, cause I know that little friend of yours is gonna be leaving you soon...and then, it'll just just be...the two of us, just you...and me, together again, what a fucking miracle...my little friend!

I'm keeping the bitch slow and steady, so I'm far enough away from you two as to not alert either of you...but close enough to see you both just walking together...with your backpacks, and your books...and all that shit they give you at school...to bring with you, home!

My insides stir...and I know, you're it...YOU.ARE.IT, my 'perfect' little friend! That hair...that fucking face, that amazing body...I can just imagine, what your bare feet look like! I wonder if you've got long toes...or short toes, or stubby toes...or normal toes...I wonder the size of your feet too!

"MAN...WHAT A FUCKING PIECE OF HEAVEN YOU ARE BUDDY...", I whisper, almost gripping my own tongue with my fucking teeth!

You're a bit taller than the other boy...but not too tall, just tall enough, every part of your body is perfect...I haven't seen one like 'you' before, not for a great while my little friend!

Marty's POV

"Well...in short, she kinda said 'yes', but I don't know...you know how girls are, sometimes they like you, and then...sometimes they like to play games with you...I don't know, I think...overall...I think she said 'yes', so yeah...I left her another note before last-class, because she said she'd be okay with it...", I told Rodney...as we got closer and closer to his house, and from the distance I could see his dad, outside...on the porch, sitting down and taking a swig of what looked like a beer, from where we were walking...the guy likes to drink a lot...sometimes too much!

"And sooo...what else happened, that was it...", he pressed for more information...making me think like he'd heard something...and I'm pretty sure he did cause everyone in school SEES everything!

YEAH...there's something more, I kinda kissed her...", I admitted...not wanting to, because or course everybody thinks its gross...but I would never ever think kissing 'Beatrice' is gross, it's actually what I've always dreamed of doing!

"YOU KISSED HER...LIKE KISSED HER, AS IN 'FRIDAY THE 13TH' IMMA CAMP OUT WITH THE GIRLS BEFORE THE KIDS GE THERE...KINDA KISSED HER...", he yelled at me as I started to laugh, so hard I almost dropped my damn books!

"ALRIGHT-ALRIGHT...NOW YOU'RE JUST FREAKING SPITTING OUT STUFF THAT YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT 'ROD'...I just pecked her, on the side of her face man...", I demanded and hopefully he'd believe me, because I'm sure the 'story' going around...by now, is EVERYTHING but what really happened!

"But still...MAN, YOU KISSED HER...HOW WAS THAT...", he continued with this BERY uncomfortable part of the conversation, which I had no intention of getting into!

"'Rod'...let's drop it there cause I'm pretty sure there is no such-thing as those details...it's just a freaking 'peck' on the face man...nothing complicated...AND DON'T BE SPREADING STUFF AROUND EITHER, YOU HEAR...I don't want to hear things like "SMOOCHES" and crazy things like that...which are not true to begin with..." I barked back at him...demanding he keep all that stuff out of it, since I don't want anything to mess with what I have now going with 'Beatrice'!

"ALRIGHT-ALRIGHT...no stories, but can I say that both of you guys slept together in the same bed...," he asked his stupid question...that I knew he would ask, because he always wants to say 'someone' slept together with 'someone' else in the same bed..."I don't know what this kid watches...but GODDAMN, his mind is always in the freaking gutter and such!

"'Rod'...you know the answer to that, and you better keep your crazy stories out of my 'thing' with 'Beatrice'...or I'll pound you man, and you know I will...", I kept insisting, even though I knew it wouldn't do any good!

Mr Moore POV

"HEY...RODNEY, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE BOY...SURE TAKES YOU GODDAMN LONG ENOUGH TO WALK-IT ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE HOUSE...YOU GOT SOME SHIT TO DO, NOW GET IN HERE..." Rodney's dad yelled at him as we were a few steps away from his house!

"Later man...see you tomorrow, make sure you don't get up late like this morning...or I might not wait for you...", the little jerk said, taking off in the direction of his porch...smiling, with his dad now standing up and waving him in.

"YEAH...MAKE SURE YOU DO TOO MAN...OR I'LL BE THE ONE TO LEAVE YOU...", I yelled at him, as I pass by the house...(501).

"Hey Marty...", his dad called out to me as I kept walking.

"Hey Mr. Moore...", I looked back at him and waved as I kept walking.