THE JOURNAL OF RACETRACK HIGGINS

Ch 21- The Wrath of the Mighty Spot Conlon

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A/N: -peeks out from behind a wall- I'm alive! Wow… over a month with no update… bad (and lazy) me… Well, more from me afterwards. Enjoy!


6/24/04

My mom's moving. That's a fact. I guess her and Denton were pretty serious with their relationship, because they're engaged. She's moving into his apartment as soon as the house sells.

I can't believe she's selling it. I've lived in that house my entire life. Just because I don't live there now doesn't mean I don't miss my house.

'Cause I do. A lot.

You know what I miss most? My room. The Conlon's guest room is nice and all, but my room is my room. It's been my room since I was a baby. I miss my bed the most out of anything in my room. My bed is huge (it's a double) and so comfy, and I always feel asleep almost instantly. The bed here is only a single and kinda hard. I've gotten used to it, but still… And now my room is never gonna be my room again.

Oh, and don't think I found all this out from talking to my mom, 'cause I didn't. As soon as I told my dad yesterday about the sign, he immediately got up, stormed over to her house, and knocked on the door.

And let me tell you – Their encounter was not pretty. They screamed and yelled at each other for so long.

Since they were arguing on the porch (my mom never let him in), and since the Conlon's windows were open, I could hear everything.

Hearing them argue like that brought back so many bad memories. That was the way they always argued before (well, and during) the divorce. I hated it. I mean, what kid likes hearing their parents scream their heads off at each other?

But this time, most of their arguments were about me, not who cheated on who, like it was during the divorce. Normally, I would have run up to my room and blasted the radio. But this time, I listened, as I wanted to see what they said about me.

And some of the things my mom said about me… It hurt more than anything Brady or anyone of those stupid homophobic jocks at school had said. The reason? This time it was my mother saying them.

This was the worst…

"He's your SON, goddamn it!" My dad screamed.

"Son? Hell no. He is NOT my son. He is a fuckin' faggot. No ass-fucking queer will ever be my son."

Yeah… My mother said that.

After that, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran upstairs, slammed the door, and blasted my music.

I guess Spot thought I was gonna go back to that routine again, 'cause he immediately came and knocked on my door. I let him in for a few minutes, but all I wanted to do was be alone. Even his kiss didn't change my mind.

I just wanted to be alone.

But don't think I'm gonna start that self-pitying depression again, because I'm not. I learned my lesson on that. I know I have people surrounding me that love me, in three different ways - Spot as a boyfriend would, Mrs. Conlon as a mother would, and Hailey as a little sister would. And now, for at least the next few days, my father.

For that, I am grateful, because without them, I honestly don't know what I would have done this past year.

Well, I'm tired. Goodnight.

-Racetrack

7/5/04

Happy Fourth of July! A day late, but oh well…

Spot and I went to the fireworks at Seaside last night. It's a tradition; we've always gone together since we were twelve. Except this year we went alone, without parents. Why? Well I kinda don't have the parents to go with… (Don't ask about that subject. I really don't want to bring my good mood down by thinking of a certain someone.) And as for Mrs. Conlon? Mark, her boyfriend, was hosting a barbeque for his work, and of course we didn't want to go that that, so we went alone.

It was great… Not even the very annoying Benny's could ruin it, for we were at a secluded beach that only us locals know where it is located.

We got there around eight-ish, just as the sun began its slow descent. I set up the blanket we brought to sit on while the fireworks went off, while Spot went to get us food.

After we ate, we still had a little over a half-hour to kill, so we just lay there talking, with me absent-mindedly tracing imaginary patterns on Spot's legs.

"Do you realize this is the last Fourth we have before college?" Spot asked me.

I looked up at him. "Since when are you so sentimental?"

He shrugged. "It's just… You're leaving next month, and I'm stuck here. You're gonna meet all new people, and who knows where you'll be this time next year." He dropped his gaze and his head, and added quietly, "…you'll probably have forgotten all about me by then anyway."

I stopped my tracing and pushed his chin up, forcing eye contact. "Spot. You and I both know that'll never happen."

"I guess."

"No guessing. You know I've liked you since freakin' sophomore year! Do you really think now that we're actually together that I'm gonna throw it all away?"

His lips started to turn into a small smile. "You're right." His smile grew into an almost mischievous grin. "And if you do forget me, I will find you wherever you are, and you will feel the 'wrath of the mighty Spot Conlon!"

I let out a snort-laugh, and asked, "And what, pray tell, exactly is involved in your 'wrath?'"

"This!" With that, he grabbed a handful of sand and chucked it right into my hair.

My reaction? Screaming like a girl, of course.

"YOU ARE DEAD WHEN I CATCH YOU, CONLON!"

Thus, ensued a cross between a chase and a sand war, since we were chasing each other, all while hurling chunks of sand. Weird, I know.

I finally caught him, though. It was pretty funny too- I dove onto the sand, grabbing wildly and hoping to catch some part of his body to make him trip. Lucky for me, I managed to wrap my arms around his ankles. He fell face first into the sand. He only had time to turn around onto his back before I pounced on top of him to not let him get up.

"So was that it? Was that all of the 'wrath of the mighty Spot Conlon?'"

Spot smirked up at me. "Hell no. I'm smarter than that. Flinging sand in your hair was just the start."

"Oh yeah? What can you possibly do to me now that I'm sitting on you?"

He laughed, and said, "Oh, I know just the thing." He reached up and brought our faces together and kissed me hard. But he only let it last a few seconds.

I fake-pouted. "You're just gonna leave me there?"

He smirked again. "Yup."

"Well, now you're gonna feel the 'wrath of Racetrack Higgins!'" I said, as I grabbed yet another handful of sand, this time dumping it into Spot's hair.

Before he could do anything, I grabbed his flailing arms, pinning them down.

Spot glared at me. "You'll get what's coming to ya, Higgins!"

I laughed, and replied, "Oh, I don't doubt that. But for now, let's finish what you started." As I leaned forward to kiss him, the fireworks started in the sky.

Needless to say, we didn't see much of the fireworks.

…But you can be we made plenty of fireworks together!

Later.

-Racetrack


A/N: wow… totally not how this chapter was supposed to go at all, but it works!

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