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understand. I've never had any jock who was willing to be
my friend like you."
He looked at me seriously, as if he was absorbing what
I'd just said. " Well, I hope you don't think I'm so shallow that
I only want `jocks' and `cheerleaders' as my friends. But
even more than that, I really do like you. Honestly. I can't
believe how much you have helped me in just these past
two weeks. For all of these years I have tried to learn this
stuff and have thought I was so fuckin stupid for just not
getting it, and then finally you come along and teach it to me
in a matter of days.
"And I don't wanna sound weird to you or anything when I
say this, but there is something else too. You just make me
happy when I'm around you. You are so funny. I laugh all the
time, even when you are gone and I'm rememberin what
you said. I laugh. You are cute."
I gulped. Actually, I think I almost choked.
"I don't mean that in a faggy way. Don't get me wrong."
"Umm...ohh...no, I know." How could I respond to this?
"So basically you are saying that you like me?"
"Yeah, sport. I like you. Is that so hard to believe?"
"Well, actually it is," I laughed, "But I like you too, Brett.
And you know what? For all these years we have known
each other, all I ever thought is that you were this big dumb
jock. But you are so cool. You are so cool!" I smiled at him
broadly.
He reached around me and pulled me into him with his
arm, and I rested against his body. I felt the strength of his
grip as he squeezed my tiny body. "We're buds," he said.
I looked over at his face and smiled. "Yeah...buds."
We sat there together and watched the sunset over the
trees before walking back to the car.
Chapter 4
I get so scared at horror movies. Oh my god, its
embarrassing. Yet it is so odd, even though they frighten
the b'jesus out of me, I love going to them. The movie
Halloween was really groundbreaking in its genre. I had
seen the silly Godzilla movies and Night of the Living Dead,
even the Exorcist. But Halloween was the first "slasher"
movie to make it big. Of course thereafter we saw the
making of Friday the Thirteenth, Nightmare On Elm Street,
and a host of other similar copy-cats.
So when Brett and I walked into that dark theatre I was
prepared for a terrifying experience. Though it honestly
would not have mattered if we had been going to Mary
Poppins as far as I was concerned. All that mattered is that
we were hanging together. We had loaded up on
JuJuBees, Goobers, popcorn, and pop; plus Brett had
gulped down a hotdog, as he was famished after football
practice and then no supper. He said we could get a pizza
after the flick.
Brett paid for everything, which made me feel like such a
schmuck. He said to consider it a payback for the tutoring
I'd given him. I reminded him about my part of the bargain--
the "A" in gym--and he brushed it off. He also informed me
that he had a "surprise" for me this weekend, which would
be the real payback. I just looked at him, shocked, and
shook my head.
Our town is very small, as I stated previously, and there
were plenty of familiar faces when we walked in. I started to
get worried that someone might recognize me and say
something to Joey about seeing me. Then he would be so
pissed at me for lying to him and blowing him off, but I
quickly dismissed my fears remembering that literally
nobody ever talked to Joey.
I was also pleasantly surprised that Brett was
unconcerned about being seen with me. Our friendship was
so secret and guarded in school that I wondered why he
was so nonchalant in a public place like this. Maybe all of
this time that I had been worried about him being
embarrassed by me was a misinterpretation on my part
entirely. Perhaps he was just trying not to blow our cover
about the tutoring so that Litz didn't find out.
We did sit way in the back, however. Actually both Brett
and I preferred the back of the theatre over sitting right up
close to the screen. I liked it because I could get a full view
of the screen and the sound seemed to be better. I think
perhaps Brett was used to taking girls to the back row for
other reasons.
I crouched in my seat once the movie started, stuffing my
mouth with popcorn. I had removed my parka, and Brett
was kickin back with his feet propped on the seat in front of
him. As we got into the film and Michael Myers started
slashing people, coming back to life, and slashing more
people, I kept covering my eyes right at the critical blood-
gushing moments. It was during one of these such displays
that Brett happened to glace over at me and burst into
laughter. He leaned in and whispered to me, "Is this too
scary?" I shook my head.
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