If Truth be Told

    If Truth Be Told. Chapter 5.

“Addam. Take some deep breathes. There’s more.”

“Wait. What? There’s more?” I was gonna hyperventilate.

“You’re gonna have to see it for yourself. I won’t take the blame. I missed you so… fuckin much. Everybody saw it. And I looked around seeing the same thing in our friends.”

“What?”

“Just drive. You can see for yourself.” And he took his hand away looking forward.

We walked in and it was a gathering of our friends but a lot from the new senior class was there. Allen is so… gonna get it. I mean, The Grange? It was like everybody stopped talking. “Breathe, Addy.” He said behind me.

“The A-team.” Rang out and it was like the running of the bulls.

“Breathe, Addam,” came again.

“Dude. You are ripped.” Came from Tommy. He gave me more than a bro hug. He pulled back looking me in the eye; “You some sort of gym rat, now? You’re so… hard.” He told me with fingers running down my chest. Glad he didn’t go further.

Cindy came up telling me those were her favorite pants. Mindy was next to her and both kissed a cheek; then they kissed each other. I handed Allen the keys.

I listened to threats about what would happen if I left him again, listened to people tell me how he was. There was no fucking way I would ever do that again.

She looked at me. We were friends, boy, and girl. She caught me in the gut with a small fist and I acknowledged with a nod. She showed me pictures I never needed to see. My poor fuckin, Allen.

“Thanks, everybody. I need to have this one feed me.” And I waited for Allen to walk up.

I took his hand and kissed it. “Can we have a round for these fucking pants?” And there were cheers as I pointed at him.

“And these?” he asked pointing at me and the cheers continued.

“You are a bad, bad, boy, Allen,” I told him as we walked out the door.

“I’m still hungry, Allen,”

“Of course you are, Addam.”

“Are you Making fun of me, Ally?”

“Never. But if we go inside, they’re gonna call the Cops.”

“Why?”

“Maybe the wet spot.”

“Wait. What.” And I looked down. “Fine. I want an ultimate, and taco’s.” I was suffering from low blood sugar and I wanted to eat all of it off his body.

“When you’re done inhaling that, we need to talk.” He told me pulling back up to his apartment.

“No talking,” I said still chewing.  

“Yes, talking. Or you are on the couch.”

“Wait. Allen, Please.” Now he was threatening me.

“NO, Addam. We talk, or.”

“Half an hour.” I compromised.

“No, Addam. We will talk until we have nothing more to admit.”

“You are not the boss of me, Allen.” And I was trying to convince him as well as myself.

“True. But where do you want to sleep tonight, Big Guy?” And he rocked his fuckin head back and forth. Ok. That did it.

“Fine. Talk.” And he pulled his phone out.

“Hi.” He said. “Yes. Sure.” And he set his phone down.

“So? Who was that?”

“Your Mom. They’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“WHAT?” I stood and started to pace.

“Calm the fuck down. My folks will probably be with them.

“What?”

“Really, Addam? Sit your ass down.”

“But my folks.”

“Why are you freaking out?” He asked as a knock came to the door.

“Were they sitting in the fuckin parking lot?” I asked. He answered the door.

“Honey, what happened to your eye?” And she reached up.

He looked over his shoulder at me. “I will through you over my knee right now if you hit him, Addam.” That’s my mom.

So, this is my five-foot Mom, threatening to put my two-hundred-pound frame over her knee, and spank me. Could this night get any more bazaar?

“He’d never hit me because he knows I can kick his ass. I took a football to the eye.” He lied to save me the shame of my mom spanking me.

“So???” His mother asked following my parents in the door.

“So What?” I asked and Allen smiled.

“Are we gonna have to have ‘the talk’, boy’s?” She asked sitting down next to me.

“We took health in school. I don’t think we need to have ‘the talk’.” And I smiled at her who wasn’t smiling.

“Did he tell you?” She asked me looking at Allen.

“All he’s been saying is, Old News since I got here,” I answered for him.

“Wait. What?”

“No. That’s my line, Al.”

“God, I have missed that smile, Allen.” His mom and mine said at the same time.

My Dad looked at me, “They're feeding you good at that school, Boy.” It was a statement.

“Yes, Sir. But I’m not going back unless this one cums with me.” And I pointed at Allen.

My Dad is kind of a gruff guy. His smile made his eyes close. “OK, boys. We all need to talk.”

“That’s what he keeps saying, Dad.” And I pointed at Allen again.

“We do need to talk, Dumbass.” And he pointed at me.

“I told you. Dumbass isn’t my new nickname.”

“Are you being a Dumbass, Honey?” That came from my mom with a straight face.

She looked at Al’s Mom and said, “I have thrown those pants away at least ten times.”

“Tell me about it. Look at him.” And his mom pointed at him.

“Why is everyone ganging up on me?” I knew it came out like a toddler.

“Nobody is ganging up on anybody but, you boys need to kiss those pants goodbye.” And they looked back and forth between us.

“These are his favorite pants.” And I pointed at myself.

“And these are his,” He said pointing at his crotch.

“Sit down; both of you.” That came from our fathers. Ok, fun time is over.

“Do you know what you did to him, boy?” That came from my dad. We don’t share a lot of words and he just let a decade fly.

I didn’t even know how to begin to respond

 Allen took my hand; “He knows, Sir.”

“Did he hit you?” I was on fire. I mean my insides. I was fuckin dying.

“Look at his beautiful face. If he ever hit me, it wouldn’t look like that.” I was fuckin dying at his words.

“So? Are you boys getting married?” I don’t even know which of our moms said it.

“Wait. What?” I know we are seriously redundant here. “No, we aren’t getting married. We’re still in college, and.” I ran out of shit and saw hurt on everyone's faces.

“Addam? I can’t live without you.” He said next to me.

“Dude.” And that was all I had.

“Don’t be a dumbass, Boy.” That was my Dad.

I’m sorry, “Dude?” I honestly needed something from him more than he can’t live without me.

‘You are funny, Addam. I love you so…fucking much, sorry, moms.” He said that in front of our parents.

“Addams’ right. We are still in school. We will be boyfriends who have a long, long engagement.  

“I am doing breakfast in the morning; I expect all of us to be there,” That was from his mom and the four parents got up. What the fuck was that?

I mean. ‘Shit. Fuck. Son of a bitch.’

The minute they were out the door I said, “Roll a fatty, Allen.” And I could have smacked the smile off his face but he made me smile. Fucker.

He was always better at rolling than me and I watched in amazement as he did it. “So we’re boyfriends?” I asked.

“You haven’t asked me properly. Sounds better than jackoff buddies or hookup partners; don’t you think?”

“You do know we aren’t that, right?” He had to know.

“Puff on this, Addy, and then we talk.” Again his smile.

He called me Addy when we were kids; he had trouble with m’s. “Please. Let’s just get stoned and talk tomorrow.” I know it came out like a child.

“Tell you what. We smoke this, then talk for a while. We can take a break.” He told me with new eyes.

“I need more.” I returned.

“More what?” And he took a hit.

“I want to know what ‘a break’ consists of?” And he looked at my tight crotch.

“My eyes are up here, Allen.” I couldn’t resist.

I put the lit end of the joint in my mouth, took his cheeks in hand, and blew him a nose hit. My head was spinning.

I took a pull and set it aside. “OK. Talk.”

“I don’t know why you are so freaked out about our parents.”

“I was talking about, what ‘a break’, consists of.” And he said my eyes are up here, perv.’

He turned on the end of the couch folding his legs Indian style and looked at me. He smiled looking at my face then it faded, I saw his eyes get wet, and I felt it.

“Your gonna think I’m a, big old girl.” And tears rolled over his cheeks.

“I missed you so… much, Addam.” And now he was sniffing.

“I said I wouldn’t do that again, Ally.” That’s what I called him when we were kids. He smiled because I hadn’t called him that in years.

“I prefer, Stud.” He told me wiping tears.

“And I prefer, Addy. So?”

“So what?” He asked again.

“Are they dumbing you down, Stud?” I couldn’t help it.

“WHAT?” he asked with a face that said he didn’t understand.

“Really? We were talking about the break.”

“You horn-dog! I was talking about our parents. And the break we will play by ear.” He was being redundant.

From your Author: 

I like to mix drama and comedy together and never know if I was successful. That is up to you, reader. Comment, vote, or just move on. RJC.