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18 Weeks of Twoey - 48. Week Seven Saturday October 18, 2014: Shockprise in Syracuse
Enough of creepy, crawly skin for me!
“ . . . all the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.”
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Naturally, the JV got annihilated in the Glen, so I tried to cheer up Gary.
“I knew how good the Glen was. We got demolished last week too. Next year we gotta do some running in the hills!”
“I know, but we didn’t even put a guy in the first five. And that’s my job! I feel I’ve let the team down.”
“You know that’s not true. Concentrate on your final race. Be positive. You’re good Gary!”
I didn't even mention my near overtaking of Jimmy. I don't wanna gloat in front of my best friend. I merely said we won.
But I did brag about it to my father as I hit him up for some serious money. And did he ever come through, with a handful of 20s!!! I don’t even need to tap poor Grampa ...hehe.
“David, you seem to be in better spirits. In fact, you haven’t seemed this relaxed in a long time. Do you suppose your fantastic varsity showing had anything to do with it?”
My father thought he was giving me praise. How could he be so oblivious? Can’t he see what’s going on right under his nose? Can’t he see his family being torn apart by the low-life scum of a predatory pig-fucking preacher? Is he so wrapped up in his engineering problems he can’t see Tommy’s mother for what she is, a groupie for the worst band of filth and perversion on Earth??
I began to seethe. I yelled at my poor father.
“NO! NO! NO!”
“Don’t get me wrong Dad, I was tickled to have run so well. But don’t think for a moment whether the other guy runs better or worse than me makes a bit of difference to me, or has any impact on my state of mind!”
“It’s Dr. Keating! It’s Twoeys mother! It’s Grampa! It’s YOU for gosh sakes! You made the appointment that saved my sanity, maybe even my life! Don’t you understand?”
“I love you Dad! DON’T! YOU! UNDERSTAND!”
I crumpled into his chest, holding him tight. And then . . .
He held me back ...tightly.
My world stopped.
I could feel it.
My father loved me.
I slowly unwrapped myself and smiled at my father. Walking up to my room, not feeling my feet touch the stairs, I fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling for, idk how long.
Parts of my life were turning around for the better. Parts of my life were giving me hope. My adults were beginning to come through. Tomorrow I visit Twoey. Although it’s emotionally draining, it’s also wonderful. I’m drawn to him like a bee to a flower. Twoey is my flower. I’m looking forward to it.
I’m looking forward to Twoey, looking forward to Ginny, looking forward to Grampa and now looking forward to Dad. Why am I not looking forward to Kathy? Why do I feel it’s a yoke I have to bear? Is this what it’s like to have a girlfriend? Is it a daily burden? Even when we make-out, I feel I’m performing for her, performing for Gary, performing for Nels. Deep down I know this isn’t right. Deep down I know I have to do something about it. Deep down I’m fucked up.
Minerva! I petition you. Fix me!!
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I've been forgetting to weigh in each morning. This morning I remembered to do it before my shower and I've gained 5 pounds from the low point! I'm on my way back! I wore some new skinny jeans with an old crazy-color tee I found from a couple years ago, and it fit real tight to my skin. Black Vans and I was all ready as the monster Honda Odyssey pulled into our driveway. We picked up the girls and it was the adults in the front, Nels and Lauri in the second row and Kathy and I in the third row. The second and third rows even had these cool TV screens that hung from the roof! But we all only talked during the whole trip to Syracuse. We got dropped off at this huge mall I had never been to before ...they showed us where we'd get picked up at 8. We had to go to the theaters to figure out which movie and showing got us out in time. By mutual agreement, the movie would be the last thing we did at the mall. It didn't bother me what we saw, so I let those three argue it out until a decision was reached.
When they were finally finished, I proclaimed, “We never have this problem in Daleville!” Everybody laughed. We spent the day between the food court and shopping. I picked up some nice things with Kathy's help, of course. Even Lauri was helping out until I complained they were double-teaming me. It’s when I insisted we boys split from the girls for a couple hours. Nels and I wandered through some sporting goods stores.
“Are you going to join soccer this spring? You really should. You always liked soccer and were pretty good. I don’t know why you didn’t join last year.”
“Yeah, well Lauri and I were newly into our relationship and I think I was afraid of not being able to spend enough time with her. This fall, Twoey was encouraging me, before the ...y’know. I think I’d like to, but I don’t know with Lauri and all.”
“Nels, is Lauri quitting Student Senate to be with you? Is she going to drop from the cheerleading squad? Has she changed her involvement in even one fucking activity to spend more time with you?”
Nels started to color. With his fair skin, it was pretty pronounced.
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m not implying she should. Being active in high school is sort of what high school is all about. What I’m saying is you should be as active as you want. You’re not going to upset Lauri by joining the soccer team. In fact, she’ll probably be relieved to get a small break from you.” I chuckled as I said it and got a good natured push from Nels.
I’m not sure what Nels is going to do, but we did spend some serious time in the soccer section of the store. Nels has become so one-dimensional since he and Lauri started going together. He used to be one of the more interesting kids when the gang was all younger. I hope soccer will provide his re-entry into the world. Even Lauri has to see that. She’s an all-together kinda girl.
I accompanied Nels to a jewelry store where, to my utter shock, he was looking at rings!
“Nels, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Christmas is coming.”
“It’s not even Halloween yet!”
“I’m only looking.”
“Crap, what if Kathy sees me in here?”
Nels started to laugh. Then he got serious.
“What’s up with you two?”
I pushed him out of there and into the nearest men’s room. At least she won’t overhear me.
“I’m at the end of my rope with her. I can’t take this relationship anymore. It’s driving me crazy. I used to like her, never as girlfriend though. I don’t have any idea how it all happened. It was like I was sabotaged into it. I think she’s a little manipulative. It’s so bad I resent being with her. I don’t think I even like her anymore. I’ve got to do something and fast! My problem is with her brother. I’ve got to figure this out.”
Strangely, Nels was getting redder and redder as I explained it all to him.
Finally, he put his hands on my shoulders, looked me square in the eyes. “Dump her!”
Whoah! That was the last thing I expected to hear from him.
“Thank you Nels.”
We left the john and did more shopping. I felt closer to Nels, like we used to be a few years ago. I don’t know why we ever drifted apart a little, emotionally that is. We used to really connect.
The girls met up with us again at the food court and we had a bite to eat, since it would be our last chance at food. Everybody had a couple of shopping bags. We decided to rent one of those lockers and put all the bags inside so they wouldn't be in our way in the theater.
The movie sucked. About halfway through, I noticed Nels and Lauri, on the other side of Kathy, making out pretty hot and heavy! Kathy began getting pretty serious too. I don't know how much of the second half I saw, but I had to take her hand off my stiffy a couple of times or I would have gone home with a big stain on my pants. She kept leaning over the armrest into me, but I pushed her head to rest on my shoulder. I was becoming more uncomfortable being with her by the minute. Unfortunately, my erection had a mind of its own under her handy work, which she would slip back into about ten minutes after I’d push her off.
Finally, in frustration it seemed, she grabbed my hand and pushed it between her legs! She was rubbing herself with my hand. I was mortified. It certainly wasn't turning me on but it must have been helping her. I can’t explain why to you, I can’t even explain it to myself, but I allowed her to continue and I think she might have come ...I really don't know how girls work ...I'm no sex expert yet. At least she seemed happy and gave me my hand back, which I made sure touched no other part of my body.
When the movie ended we went to pick up our stuff to head for the exit and our ride back to Daleville. But first I hit the john and thoroughly washed off my hand. She kissed me a little on the way home, but Mrs. Heven could see us in the mirror, so I kept it chaste. So did Nels. In fact, I did not return the kiss. I did not kiss her goodnight when we dumped her at her house. I was getting creepy feelings on every part of my body by merely being in her company.
When I got home I took a thirty minute shower, washing every part of my body, rinsing and re-soaping ...several times. I went to bed trying to think of any method I could use to never be in her company again. The more I thought about it, the more determined I became. I’m through with her. Totally, completely, finally through. I only need to figure out the Greg angle.
Twoey
The doctor's gave me lots of good news today, but it didn't help my pissed-off mood. David's on a date with that pig tonight. He said he loves me. He kissed me. How can he be in love with Kathy and go out on a date with her? I don't understand how this works! Mom says don't push him, he's confused! Shit, I'm the one who better go see Dr. Keating. None of this makes any sense to me at all.
Is David going to be like Mike?
Am I going to get that fucking dollar back again?
Maybe I'm thinking too much.
Anyway, back to the doctors. They stuck this thin, thin tube into my throat. I guess it's got a camera on the end. I thought for sure it would make me puke, but it just slid over my tongue and down a short way. They were very careful. I guess they didn't need me to puke either ...ha! They were looking at a screen and saying some stuff which I only understood words like ‘the’ and ‘a’ or ‘and’ ...everything else was in a different language, I think. But they pulled the camera thingy out and told me everything looked great with my vocal chords and I could begin saying more words, more often. They said my voice would slowly get stronger so I shouldn't overdo it. I should keep using it but to also rest my voice a lot and it'll actually get better faster. And they said my spine looked good.
The best part was when they said I'll be home by next weekend. Woo Hoo!
Mom arrived after lunch because she had to do some grocery shopping. I was able to tell her most of what the doctors said, but then I felt a slight strain, so I stopped talking for an hour and wrote: “voice tired” on the board. In fact I was tired too, and drifted off to sleep while she was talking. I woke up about an hour later, got up, rolled to use the bathroom and then decided to take a walk down the hall. Mom walked with me. I'm really feeling physically stronger each day. I think the exercise of walking is a help, so I'll try to do more of it.
Before my supper came, I asked her to describe my accident because I was starting to get flashes of memories and I didn't know if they were related to the accident. I was fully expecting another ‘not yet’ from her, but she absolutely knocked me over saying she would tell me tomorrow when David was here!
I asked, “Does David know about the accident?”
She stunned me again with “Yes.”
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