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18 Weeks of Twoey - 37. Week Six Tuesday October 7, 2014: Straight Things
“David, what's going on with you and Kathy?”
“Not much. Things have been quiet.”
“Have you had a fight?”
“No ...nothing like that. I'm still trying to cope with losing Danny. I'll make an effort to talk to her more now.”
“I’ve heard some things David. This is not the time to ignore her.”
“I’m not going to ignore her.”
He nodded. I know it bothers him too. It's something which isn’t ever supposed to happen in a little town like ours. And to Danny of all guys!! Everybody loved Danny.
Although ...it suddenly hit me! I even began to get a little pissed! Because we didn’t have a phone call last night, she complained to Mel, who complained to Gary! I hope Kathy doesn’t become manipulative.
I made sure to talk with her before math. I apologized and told her I was beat last night and simply had to go to sleep. I think she understood, although she looked frowny. She was hinting for a movie date on Saturday. Terri looked sad too. And there was the empty seat staring at me all period long.
My friend in the hospital, two mopey girls and a pissy-assed little kid sitting straight behind me. To think, math used to be my favorite class!
Erik seemed lost without Twoey or Danny to talk with during lunch. Why doesn’t the fucker go sit at another table. I’m sure the wrestlers would love to have him back ...or maybe not. I tried to ignored him, which was easy, because Matty keeps my attention on him. In the past, I had used Erik as a distraction from Matty. Today, I guess, it was straight Matty ...hehe. I glanced over and caught Sam giving me a look and I don't even know why.
Things were calm in social. Mr. Burch ignored me, except for the sneer which is always on his face if he's near my desk. I never get called on anymore, so I never volunteer. I do all the homework in twice the detail he expects from anyone else, and never, ever make a single error on any quiz or test. Ever.
It's sort of a truce. He doesn't fuck with me and I don't expose his ignorance to the rest of the class ...hehe. I still think I should practice those ‘crazy’ looks though. A little straight fear of Postal-David is healthy for a dickhead like Burch.
Matty and I wrestled for the entire PhysEd period. I think Matty’s growing on me. He’s fun, interesting and always upbeat. His mood is infectious. After being with him, I always have a little buzz. Maybe it’s time to visit Sam and take him up on his standing offer ...hehe.
Varsity practice is a whole new thing. Coach Basuba gave me a printout of my Regimen. It was specially made for me. It had recommendations for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I had told him I ran each morning and now I had goals, with times!! And he wanted me in the weight room instead of my study hall each day, with specific exercises and goals!! He gave me a pass out of study hall for the rest of the season. Then he divided the XCountry race into 5 segments, with specific paces. Today I was to work on the first fifth and do so each day until he said I could move to the second fifth. WOW! I was impressed. He must have worked on this thing all night, delivering it straight to me. To think, he got all this info from running with me for only a quarter hour. I know I can handle everything except the meals. How could I ever convince Tommy's mother to feed me actual food? I’ll have to rely on Ginny.
During my after-school meditation, I felt Twoey again. He ‘told’ me the shooting head-pains were making him call for pain killers pretty often today. I ‘told’ him not to worry, they were going to stop pretty soon. I simply knew. His ‘being’ seemed happy to hear the news. I ‘thanked’ him for entrusting me with the dollar. His ‘being’ warmed.
I stayed in my room doing homework, reading and listening to music until 8:30. I didn’t bother with dinner. I did not want to give her another straight shot at trying to get me alone with Uncle Enos. No fucking way will I ever allow that to happen.
He’d probably try to exorcize me or something!
Later at Twoey's house, I was joking about my regimen with Ginny. She said to bring the list along when I come over tomorrow. She wants to help me out with my nutrition. What a mom!
“I talked with Twoey's doctor today and asked specifically about those head pains. He said they weren’t sure. They couldn’t find a causal relationship to anything yet. I made certain he knew I wasn’t happy about it ...I had to put my foot down. He brought in a specialist”
I guess the result was they found a problem. Now they’ve fitted him with a special harness or something to readjust his neck and head a bit. I guess making Twoey straight. As soon as they aligned it, Twoey smiled ...his shooting pains stopped. I was both happy and sad. Happy knowing his pains stopped, he would soon be in a room where I could visit him and his recovery could begin. A little sad I wouldn't be visiting him in the special place the pain killers had sent him to meet me.
He’s not going to be there anymore.
When I got home I made sure to call Kathy and she talked at me for about an hour (yawn).
Twoey
The head pains were more aggressive today. I used the button a lot. Once, while I was awake, a doctor came in and Mom took him out into the hall. I could hear they were talking a little loudly out there. The next time I was awake, the doctor said he was taking me up for a another scan to see if they could determine what was causing my headaches.
Right at that moment I got a blinding pain and pushed the button on reflex right while he was still talking to me! When I was in my floating place, I felt David there. He ‘thanked’ me for the Mike’s dollar and promised me my headaches were going to go away. Then he ‘told’ me something weird. He said if I didn't start feeling better soon, Derek Jeter was going to hear about it!
When I woke up I had this harness like thing around by neck and upper body and some guy in white was adjusting rods and straps. I immediately felt the pressure stop. I knew my headaches were over. Just like David promised. And now I know he is watching over me.
Derek Jeter??
Matty
I don’t want to be jumping to conclusions or anything, but I’m getting the idea David and I are moving past the ‘another guy I know from school’ phase.
Also, today in gym, he seemed looser and happier and really pressed his body against mine a lot. Well, OK that last one was more in my mind. But the other two were true!
I don’t think he’s gonna join wrestling though, but I hope we can stay close. We’ll still be in gym, but I sorta like the extra dose of David I get at lunch.
OK, back to my lube so I can jack-off again. It’s starting to get sore tonight. You-know-who does that to me all the time!
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