Oh my gosh, this is all happening... again. I hope for real this time. But that makes it all the more scary and exciting. Underneath the writing is the faded one for two on Monday's sign.
I look back to see Dubby stuffing his face with frozen yogurt. "Dubby? How can you be hungry?"
"I'm a growing boy, Francis!"
The clerk from behind the counter now, stares at me blankly. "You want some?"
"Nah, I'm still full, thanks." I look at him and think he's definitely the type to just give away any thoughts in his head. I could probe him, but where's the fun in that? But just meeting some strange man that's been crushing on me that could be anyone is a lot, maybe too much. There would be nothing wrong with wanting to be prepared! Right? Yes.
I go up to him and look sweetly into his eyes. "So."
"So," he repeats back dryly.
"Do you know who wrote this?"
"What's it to you?" Who is this guy?
"I want to know."
"I'm not meant to say."
"What would it take for you to say?"
And suddenly it's like we're in the wild west, we narrow our eyes at each other, I can almost hear the music and the fear! He looks at me, then at Dubby. Then at me, then at Dubby.
"A bribe maybe? What'll it take?" I say firmly.
"He said that whatever you offer, he'll double, so I won't tell you."
"Aren't you a blabbermouth?"
"Maybe. Not today. I'm sorry."
Dubby and I leave. It's okay, I'll find out soon enough. Dubby is silent like me as we go back. Until I can legit hear him thinking. "What?" I say, worriedly.
"Nothing." And here we go. "But like, you don't know who this could be. It could be anyone."
"It's someone from school, in our year."
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Francis And The Saga Of Boys From Hazelville
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