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When I'd awoken from my long overdue rest, my eyelids were soggy- The house was eerily quiet, Mom must have snuck out with another one of her beaus.
—The silence was quickly ended by Johnny cussing out a blue line in the kitchen.
"Yeah? the lot. . . fair." Be quick." I wiped my orbs,
"Johnny. . ." I stood up from the old swine sofa, I was nervous. A brick melted in my chest and stomach, Everything from last night was coming to me like flashing lights.
—I was a deer in the headlights of life.
I knew that voice Johnny liked to use that voice with certain people like The Robison boys or Joel Cunningham when he was really mad.
"Who was that?" I asked,
"Who do you think?"
Johnny quivered his lip, upholding this matter of fact voice. He was already getting into a rumble? He just lost a good friend, maybe he had swallowed his pride. . .
"Tommy always wanted t0 d0 this, go back to bed, You look beat." He was sarcastic but only sometimes, — Overall a reserved person. I could barely believe he was about to rumble with Jimbo and James by his lonesome.
They scared me as much as anyone else, and I pictured them, feeling hot about their Corvair's paid for by their ruthless doctor step-daddy.
They could kill him, and with Princess mad--- or gone he would barely have anybody else. Joel, He talked big but we'd never seen anything. Danny Dixon was the only real option, he was slippery from the fuzz and could fight okay. But without Tommy.
Tommy- It ran well, instead of King. It was face-to-face, something I wish I could do one last time.
"Johnny, they'll outnumber you." his eyes sulked as he laughed a bit whilst throwing a jacket on and drawing a steak knife from the drawer.
"I'm serious, don't."
"Yeah, Okay." He mocked, now there was a blank expression, but I then noticed he could barely walk in a straight line, wearily.
I jumped up and grabbed him by the sleeve of his Letterman jacket.
"Johnny!"
"What? I said okay." He couldn't take me for serious, he was out of his mind, and I told him that well.
"I'm coming with you," I started for the coat closet, "I wanna' skin them as much as you do."
He hesitated for a second, rolled his head and agreed— Johnny was clearly not in his right mind.
We had met at the lot of Grant Beach, or at least waited longingly. Johnny kept telling me they wouldn't hurt me, but they would. I knew they would.
