I'm Not Crazy

~4~ Silly Dilly

It's all about the he-says, she-says bullshit
I think you better quit, let the shit slip
Or you'll be leaving with a fat lip!

Limp Bizkit ~ Break Stuff

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2:15 PM

After school is out both Stevie and Billy are back in the last boy's bathroom again in order to almost agree on the half-assed plan of attack. The half-assed plan Stevie has concocted turns out to be so simple it was almost elegant. Find the one nail that sticks out, then have his angry older brother pound the crap out of the said nail. So far the only nail that Stevie can find, belongs to the one boy, who doesn't have an airtight alibi before my locker was broken into.

So Stevie's suggested solution to this problem is to just let the monster do his thing. Because Stevie figures that given the option of dealing with him or his clearly psychotic brother? Any right-minded thief will give him the wings back in return for mercy.

"So who's it gonna be?" Billy eyes Stevie.

"Would you believe Dillon Taylor?" Stevie smirks.

"Dillhole?" Billy scowls darkly. "No, that doesn't make any fucking sense. I thought him and Sam were like friends or some shit from the Townhouses? Why the hell would he take Sam's necklace?"

"Who knows, maybe he likes her? And why do stupid boys do anything for the girls they like?" Stevie flashes a glance at his brother. But then quickly away, after deciding that too much truth hurts his brother sometimes. Much better just to focus the monster onto the task at hand.

"The truth is I don't know anything for sure. All I know is that Dillon Taylor is the only guy who left gym class early on a pee-pee pass." Stevie shrugs if thr stupid. "So that's the best I have for now, take or leave it?"

"And if you're wrong? And this brace up goes bad, then blows up into something bigger?" Billy frowns down at his baby brother.

"Which knowing you, it probably will." Stevie freely concedes, with a flick of his wrist. "So if it turns out I'm wrong? Well, then you take your shot and go off randomly beating the shit out of whoever you want. Until someone gives you what you want, or you go to Juvenile Hall for multiple assaults."

"But look at it this way, Bill? At least my way we have a shot at getting what we want right now ...without risking too much unnecessary bloodshed." Not that either brother is opposed to spilling blood to exact vengeance by any means. But unlike his other older brothers, Stevie prefers the quality of bloodshed over quantity.

"Fine. Fuck it then, better than nothing?" Billy shrugs off the inevitable incarceration for his many acts of malfeasance.

"Billy, I know that mayhem is your forte, but a small suggestion on my part." Stevie proffers. "Dillon has baseball practice after school, so that gives us a little more time to think this through. So I'm thinking that we should call Tommy in and get him down here to play too?"

"Why the hell do you want to drag that stupid fucking slut into the mix on this shit?" Billy is instantly suspicious of anything that has to do with bringing their older brother Tommy into anything.

"Because Tommy is the best bullshit artist I know? Even more importantly, he can smell a lie from a mile away." Stevie eyes his brother's cold malice. "And because this is way too important to take a chance on us screwing it up, on a wild ass guess at best?"