I Made A Deal With An Old Man In A Food Court Bathroom

Part 21

"What the hell, Dude!" Stephen said, stepping away from Ricky.

"Yeah! What are you, Three?" Derek asked, doing the same.

"Shut-up, Derek!" Ricky yelled, "Like you ain't never pissed yourself before!"

"Yeah! I did! When I was a baby!", Derek shot back.

"Fuck you, Derek!" Ricky said, moving his hand off the door, balling them both into a fist, raising them in front of him, and stepping toward Derek.

I had never known Ricky to be aggressive before, he was always laid back and mellow, but I guess dealing with the stress of being afraid, can make even the most docile person flip like that.

Anyway, the door began to slowly close.

"You want some!" Derek said, balling his fists, raising them as well, and stepping toward Ricky, "Let's dance!", he said.

"The Door!", I yelled, "Don't let it close!"

Corey quickly stepped between Ricky and Derek, putting one hand on the almost closed door, pushing it back open, and the other positioned mere inches away from Derek's chest, in an attempt to hold him back.

"Both of you!", he said loudly, looking back and forth between the two of them, "Knock this shit off! We don't fight! We Rock and Roll, Man!", then threw up the horns in between them.

Stephen, Tony, and I threw the horns up as well.

Derek stared intensely at Ricky, as Ricky stared back at Derek.

"Guys! Enough!" Corey said louder.

Derek then turned his eyes away from Ricky and onto Corey.

He took a deep breath..

"You're right, Dude!", Derek said softly, unballing his fists, and dropping his hands to his sides.

"Yeah, Man. You're right!", Ricky said, as he unballed his fists, dropped his left arm, and extended his right hand to Derek. "I'm Sorry, Dude!", he said.

"I'm Sorry Too, Dude!", Derek said, extending his hand as well, "This fucking house is fucking driving me fucking nuts."

They both then shook hands and hugged like brothers.

"Hey! See if there's any clothes that'll fit you in that dresser over there, Dude. If so, get changed and we can jam." Stephen told Ricky.

Ricky nodded his head then walked over to the dresser, and sure enough, there were socks, underwear, sweatpants and t-shirts neatly folded separately in each of the four drawers.

"This works for me!", Ricky said, grabbing a pair of sweatpants, "I ain't wearing no one else's underwear, Dude! That's just gross! I'll just go commando!"

We all just looked at him funny, as Ricky began to unbutton his jeans.

"Woah, Dude! Keep that Vienna Sausage of yours to yourself, Man! Go in the closet there and change." Corey said laughing, pointing to the closet.

"Oh! Yeah!", Ricky replied, and walked toward the closet.

He then put his hand on the doorknob.

"C'mon Guys! Let's Rock and Roll!" Derek said, throwing up the horns, "And when you get done changing, come join in, Dude!" He said to Ricky.

We all agreed, and began to walk into the room.

"We gotta keep this door open, so Ricky can get in, or it will disappear behind us, leaving Ricky alone in there, and it might not be the same room that it opens up to when he opens it again." I said.