On those nights, long after Mikey fell asleep, I would lie awake in the darkness and listen to the game wind down, imagining myself among them as a friend. Pierce call me a dirty bastard one second, then clap me on the back and roar with approval at something I’d said the next. To be old enough to join in with the adults! How I longed to have Mr. The men’s raucous laughter and coarse language made us envious. If I stayed over one of those nights, Mikey and I were confined to his room upstairs, out of the way, though not out of earshot. Pierce had a hard voice, rough, burned out from too many late evenings with his friends huddled around the dining room table, cigarette smoke stinging their throats and watering their eyes as they played hand after hand of poker. Pierce tried to sleep in, or “You boys stop running through the house” when we chased each other with light sabers, or “You boys get to bed up there!” when I spent the night and he heard Mikey snicker at my latest dirty joke.
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But whenever I visited Mikey’s house, his dad always referred to us as simply, “You boys.” It was, “You boys turn that TV down” when we watched cartoons on Saturday mornings while Mr. He knew my name, of course he had to-I was Mikey’s best friend growing up. Throughout elementary school and junior high, he was an imposing figure on the edge of Mikey’s life. “Smell you later!” The next day he pulled his sleeping mat over beside mine at naptime and we were friends ever since. Thanks.” Mikey knuckle-punched me in the shoulder and laughed. Without looking away from those stern, black eyes, I whispered, “It’s okay.
I saw that little gleam of white peeking out from between the silver teeth of the zipper and fell for him, right then and there.
His belt buckle seemed to be twice the size of Mikey’s head, and the hem of his undershirt was caught in the fly of his dark pants. Pierce wore a dingy wifebeater beneath a half-buttoned, dark blue work shirt. That was rude of me.” I had looked up, surprised, but someone behind Mikey caught my eye and my gaze continued to travel past the kid to the imposing man who stood behind him. When the teacher made him apologize, he stared at his sneakers and mumbled, “Sorry.” It was only later, when we were leaving for the day, that he approached me at the coat rack and sounded a little more sincere when he added in a breathless rush, “I’m sorry I pushed you off the swing. I’d known Mikey since kindergarten, when he pushed me off the swing set on the school playground and had to sit in time-out for the rest of recess. Mikey didn’t know it, of course, and neither did Mr. The first man I ever fell in love with was my best friend’s dad. Published in the United States of America. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers. No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review. If it is sold, shared, or given away, it is an infringement of the copyright of this work and violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Snyder ISBN 978-1-93575-315-5Ĭover Photo Credit: fotum Used under a Standard Royalty-Free License. Visit for more information.Ĭopyright 2010 J.M. Published by JMS Books LLC This story is included in the print book Eight by J.M.