I got home last, and waved goodbye as Liz and Blink drove away. I walked inside, to the sound of absolute silence. I moaned. I had to talk to SOMEONE, or I was gonna go CRAZY! So I called Spot. His mom put me through, then I heard, "Whazzup, Davey-boi?!"
"Nothing. I was just wondering if I could talk to you."
"Sure."
"I've been doing a lot of thinking. Not just since moving to Brooklyn, but back in Chicago, too."
"What is it?", he asked, sounding rather serious, which was kinda weird.
"I think…I think…I think I'm gay. I mean, I don't stare at girls' boobs anymore, or think of them only as sex objects. Am I crazy, Spot?"
There was a pause. Then:
"YES! I HAVE FOUND A MEMBER TO JOIN OUR BRETHEREN!"
I hold my ear away from the phone during that. But I was happy he hadn't labeled me a queer, or just hung up on me, or anything like that. Then it hit me: Spot was gay, too. I felt relief wash over me.
"Hey, Davey-boi, youse wanna do something tonight?"
"Depends on what it is."
"Snitch, Skitt, and I go to this group called Eternal Rainbow. If we bring a guest this month, we get a pizza party! Even if we don't bring a guest, we still get the pizza. It's just to encourage new members. You in?"
"Sure. What exactly is it?"
It's a group for gay, lesbian, and bi teens, and teens who are questioning their sexuality."
"Sounds like just what I need."
"So…we'll pick you up at 7?"
"OK. See ya then. And Spot?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for understanding."
"I can't exactly pass judgment on youse, especially when I've got a boyfriend." I laughed.
"See you at seven, then."
"See ya."
I hung up and glanced at the clock. 5:30. I had absolutely nothing else to do, so I plopped down in front of the T.V., and watched a Lilo and Stitch: The Series marathon and munched on nacho cheese Doritos until 7, when my doorbell rang. And rang and rang. Spot was standing there, having a LITTLE too much fun with my doorbell. "Spot. SPOT! I'm here. Can we go now?" Spot grinned.
"Sure. Let's get our gay asses in gear!"
OK then.
I followed Spot out to a gorgeous '69 Mustang, cobalt blue. Drool. The car of my DREAMS! Snitch was behind the wheel, which the only thing blocking my perfect vision of ME behind the wheel. I climbed in, Snitch gunned the engine, and off we went. "With the lights off, it's less dangerous! Here we are now, entertain us! I feel stupid, and contagious! Here we are now, entertain us! YEAH!" Snitch must love Nirvana. Especially with the bass all the way up.
I think I'm losing my hearing.
BLINK
"SHIT! MEETING'S TONIGHT!" Damn, damn, damn! I go to these meetings, twice a month, Eternal Rainbow. It's complicated, but basically, it's a group where gay teens can meet and just be themselves. Anyways, I totally forgot about tonight's, on account of all the stuff that happened today. So, I'm running around the house, freakin' out, and looking for my other shoe, which I finally located(under my cat, of all places!), put it on, and SHOT out the door. I have a car, but letting other people drive me everywhere is much more convenient. Also, it saves me the money on gas. Christ! It's $2.00/gallon! What am I, made of money? Yeesh. Three-fourths of a tank left! WOO-HOO! Maybe that's because I haven't driven the damn car in a month or so. Yeah, I'm a moocher. BUT, anyways, I think I was doing 70 to try to get to the meeting on time. Which was bad, since the faster you go, the more gas you burn. When I was stopped in traffic, I looked in my rearview mirror, and I thought I saw Snitch's blue '69 Mustang. I did a double-take. It WAS Snitch's 'Stang! They must be on their was to the meeting but…was that Dave in the back seat? HALLELUJAH! It was! Everybody do the happy dance. Which I actually started to do. I did a happy dance in traffic. My cell phone rang. 1812 Overture. Cool song.
"Blink? What was that dance you were doing?"
"Oh, nothing. Just my happy dance."
"Your happy dance? What the hell for?"
"Just happiness in general. You guys headed to the meeting?"
"Yeppers. You?"
"Uh-huh. We brought Dave along."
"Oh, really?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"Yep. Spot asked him along."
"Coolness. This should be interesting."
"He's in the 'questioning' phase!" yelled Spot, from what I guessed was the back seat.
"Really? Interesting."
"Blink, don't you go getting any ideas."
"Too late. MWAHAHAHAHA!"
"Ooook. Blink, you're scaring me."
"And I do it so well. My specialty, wouldn't you say?"
"If you say so. Look, I gotta go. I HATE driving and talking at the same time. See you in, like, 10 minutes."
"See ya."
I punched the OFF button, floored the gas, and took off toward Tibby's, the restaurant where we were having our pizza party. I was reflecting along the way. So…if Dave was gay…that meant I could go after him. WOO-HOO! Do the happy dance again.
ALL FEAR THE ALMIGHTY HAPPY DANCE!!!
Ahem.
Anyway, I got there(without any extraneous weirdness, I promise!), got out, and walked in. HA HA! I BEAT THEM HERE! I AM JEFF GOR- Oh, wait. They're already here.
Damn.
"Alright, people! Let's get some pizza and get down to it!" came the voice of Medda, the lady who runs the meetings. Medda Larkson, singer-turned-gay-rights-activist. She's got bright red hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile that lights up the whole room. She's not totally gay herself, she's more bi. And she's extremely tolerant. "Today we're going to be talking about what to do when we come into contact with non-gays."
"Yeah, we soak 'em!" came Spot's voice from the corner.
So that's where he was.
But who was the guy next to him? Ooh, maybe I'll get to meet his boyfriend!
OK, I'm exhausted, but I'll do shout-outs anyway:
Coin: I'll have to put another Greek god-esque Newsie in somewhere, just for you.
Saturday: My truest reviewer. Glad you caught the little gag with givin' Blink your birthday. Ha ha! Hope you liked this one!
Minx Hijinks: Thanx for the review! You sound like a mixture of me and my best friend, which is actually kind of cool. Except she weighs under 110 lbs. No FAIR!
Matchin' Laces: Oh, I get it now. Cool! Wish I had a cool nickname!
Erin Go Braugh: Do you get it now?! I finally told you what Dave was gonna say! Are you happy now?! LOL, j/k! But I had to keep you in suspense for awhile 'till I revealed it!
Elvenrarehunter: Sorry I forgot you! I didn't mean to! But I updated REALLY late at night last night, and I was about to fall asleep at my keyboard, so here you go! I'm gonna put you in doing something totally bizarre. I just gotta figure out what.
Ccatt: Thanx for the definition of 'orgy'. I didn't know that until I read your review. Yeah, I got just the place for you laughs maniacally
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Cassies-Grandma: When I saw your name, I thought of my friend Cassie form my theatre class, so maybe I'll use a little of her to create her, if that's OK with you. If not, we'll just keep ya the way ya are.
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