Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2009 15:49:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: azkid61@yahoo.com
Subject: My Marty - Chapter 9

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This is the first time for me at writing a story of any kind.

I have to thank Nifty for letting me find such an amazing site. That has
made me feel like I'm not alone in this world of dreams, while not accepted
by closed-minded people.

Love does not come in a prepackaged form, defined by a few over-religious
groups, or others, too blind to see the true meaning of the word "LOVE."

The one that has been the most helpful in my writing trials, and has been a
great inspiration to me in all my endeavors, has been Matthew Templar, my
editor. Thank you, Matthew.

This chapter is for "Garry." He is my best friend in the world. He has
filled my life with a joy I'd not known possible. I do love you. Thanks for
being there for me.

I have met so many new friends since writing this story. I thank you all so
much for your emails. I will keep going till there is no more, or you all
tell me to stop.

Thanks, Joey. You have brought me hope for the younger generation. You are
so wise beyond your years. You have put a smile on my face, and warmth in
my heart. I will always be here for you.

Thanks.
Wade.


Please email me at www.azkid61@yahoo.com

I love to see what you think of my "attempt" at writing. All emails will be
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                        My Marty

                        Chapter 9

He was all dressed in the whitest of white. The glow from his face was
almost too bright to look upon. The sky was of the deepest blue, bluer then
the deepest of oceans. His hair was that of spun gold, blowing in the
wind. And his lips, the color of a rose petal in the first rays of a
morning sun. He was standing in a field of emerald green, by a tree of
ancient times. The wind was blowing in my face, the smell of Pepsodent
. . . "What the?"

I opened my eyes to see Marty laying on top of me, looking down into my
face, looking from eye to eye. He was blowing in my face. It was a dream I
was having. And man what a dream. The Pepsodent was the toothpaste he had
just used to brush his teeth.

"Good morning, sunshine," I said, looking into those eyes of gray that held
my soul.

"Good morning, Wade. How did you sleep?"

"Marty, I slept like I have never slept before."

"You looked like you were dreaming," he said. "What were you dreaming
about?"

"You, munchkin, "I said.

"Nuh-uh. You weren't dreaming of me."

"Yes I was, and you woke me just as I was getting to the good parts."

I wrapped my arms around him, and started tickling his sides. He was
laughing so hard, trying to get away from me. His laughter was music to my
ears. We rolled around on my bed, laughing and wrestling.

We finally stopped to catch our breath. I held him close, as his breathing
slowed, looking in his eyes.

"So, what are we going to do today, Wade?" he said.

"Well, I'm hungry; aren't you?" I asked.

"I've got that all under control," he answered as he jumped up off the
bed. "Come on, you big lug; get up and come in the kitchen and see."

I got out of bed and reached for my shorts, when Marty came over and took
them out of my hands, dropping them on the floor. Then he placed his hand
on my chest, just over my heart.

"You won't be needing those just yet," he said, with the smile that held my
heart. I just stood there with my mouth open. "And close your mouth before
you catch a fly in it."

He was giggling as he walked out of the room.

'God, I love him,' I thought. 'He is so relaxed around me, like we have
been together forever.'

I went to the bathroom for my morning rituals.

"And don't you dare take a shower without me!" I heard him yell from the
other room.

I did my business and went to see what Marty was up to. When I entered the
kitchen, the table was set for two with all the trimmings. He had juice
toast, eggs, bacon, and a note on my plate. He was standing by the table,
just in his birthday suit. God, what a sight.

I felt my eyes start to mist over a bit. He was looking at me and I could
see the love for me in his eyes. I just wanted to hold him.

"You did this all for me?" I asked with a lump in my throat.

He just nodded his head yes.

The love he had put into the simplest of things took my breath away.

He could see me getting all choked up. He walked over to me and wrapped his
arms around my waist and said, "Wade, you have made me the happiest boy in
the world. No. Universe!"

I held him so tight I thought I was going to break him.

"And Marty, you have made me the happiest man in the galaxy. Can we eat
before I start crying like a big baby?"

"Yeah, right," he said.

We sat down, him next to me. I picked up the note on my plate.

"Don't read that yet, Wade. Read it later, please."

"Sure," I said a little curious as to what the note might say.

He picked up the pans of food and piled my plate high with all he had
prepared. He was so cute to watch. He made sure I had plenty on my
plate. He even put my napkin on my lap. Then he just sat there with his
head in his hands, watching me.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked.

He looked at me. "I want to see if you like it. This is the first time I've
ever cooked breakfast for someone."

"Buddy, you could have made mud pies, with grass in them and I'd love it,"
I said as I ruffled his hair.

He sat watching me as I started eating. The eggs were good, the bacon was
way over done, but I ate every piece, loving every bite. The toast was more
of a challenge. They were burnt beyond recognition, with a glob of jelly in
the middle. I didn't care; I was going to eat dirt if it meant I could see
him smile like he was right then.

"Marty, this is the best breakfast I've ever had."

His face was beaming with pride. He was rubbing my arm, staring at me. Just
the sight of his face made my heart skip a beat. He kissed my check so
gently.

"Wade, you've made me feel so happy and safe. I know I will never feel
lonely again," he said.

"Damn! Marty, you had better stop saying things like that or we will never
leave the house again," I told him, looking in his eyes and seeing pure
innocence and love. "That's the only thing in this world that has absolute
power over life, 'love'.

Okay, I'm in love with an 11 year old boy that has just reached into my
chest and pulled my heart out for his to keep. What the hell happened? One
day I'm trying to figure out why my life was dull and lonely; and the next
thing I know, I'm utterly and completely, head-over-heels in love with the
most beautiful boy in the world.

We finished eating, and got up to clean the kitchen. The kitchen looked
like a tornado went through it.

I just looked at Marty and said, "All good cooks are messy. You just might
be the best by the looks of it."

He giggled, looking at the mess. "I had a little problem with the
eggs. They didn't want to be cooked, I think."

We both started laughing.

With the cleaning done, we went into my room to get dressed. I still had
the note in my hand. I asked Marty when he wanted me to read it.

"When I'm in the bathroom you can read it. It's just a thank you note," he
said.

"Okay, I will. What do you want to do today?" I asked.

"Whatever you want to do is okay with me."

"I was thinking of going shopping at the mall. I need some new shirts. And,
by the looks of your sneakers, you could use a new pair," I said.

"Wade, you don't need to buy me anything. I'm okay with these."

This kid don't know me. I love to spend money, as long as it's for somebody
else. Is he in for a big surprise?

As he went into the bathroom, I opened the note to read it.

'Wade, I can never thank you for all the things you have done for
me. Nobody has ever liked just me. You never tell me what to do. You don't
yell at me and I know you love me. I can see it in your eyes just like I
love you. I will never be afraid when I'm with you.
                     Love, Boo bear Ps I love my nick name'

As I wiped a tear from my eye, I heard Marty calling me from the
bathroom. I walked in to see him standing there with a wash rag in one hand
and a bar of soap in the other. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms
around him and pulled him up to look into his gray eyes. He had a, what did
I do, look on his face.

"You just amaze me," I said. "You are so much a part of me, Marty. The note
was beautiful, but everything I do for you is only what I'd do for someone
that I'm in love with," I said.

"You do love me, Wade. I can see it in your eyes, every time I look in
them. And I want you right now," he said with a wink of his eye.

"Now, how can I resist that smile and those big, beautiful gray eyes?"

Looking into his eyes. I carried him over to the shower, "I'm not going to
be able to carry you too much longer, you know. You're getting to damn big
for me."

I set him on his feet, while I turned the shower on. He stepped in with me
right behind him. He started to soap me up from my neck to my waist, going
ever so gently. His hands were like soft velvet warmed in the sun. His
touch was as gentle as a baby's hands. I was as hard as steel; each time he
would get close to touching my steel rod, he would go a different way,
avoiding my pleaser, driving me insane. When I could take no more, he
started to push his boyhood into my groin. Grinding into me, my legs were
like jelly, my breathing was in gasps.

I couldn't let him get me off without him being first this time. I grabbed
his hands and pulled them up as high as I could. He just looked in my eyes.

"I want you to feel good, Wade," he said.

"No. It's your turn, Marty. I need you to feel the love I have for you," I
said.  I kept his hands in mine, placing them behind his back. I put my
mouth on his neck. I could feel the blood pulsing through his arteries. His
neck was so soft; it sent shivers over his skin. His hair was against his
neck, wet and shining like rays of sunshine in the early morning. I licked
his neck, feeling his heartbeat.

I pulled him in close. His heart was beating so fast. I kissed down his
chest, stopping at each nipple, to give each one a taste. Then, going
slowly down to just above his navel, I could feel him gasp for air with
each touch of my lips and tongue. He was moaning softly.

"Oooh, Wade," I heard him whisper gently.

Down I went, tasting his flesh, breathing in his scent. I stopped just
short of his boy tool, watching it dance at the anticipation of my next
move. His legs were shaking as he put his hands on my shoulders to steady
himself. I licked the 'V' at his groin, which sent him into overload. He
started to run his hands through my hair. He was trembling with ecstasy.

I found my target.

I brought him to a high he'd never felt before. As soon as I had him in my
mouth, he was bucking like a wild horse. I had my hands on his ass, holding
on for dear life. I could feel him tense up and he almost pulled out my
hair, he was so high.

As he came down from his ride, I just let him find his balance. He reached
under my arms and pulled me up. He wrapped his arms around my neck as I
started to stand. I pulled him up with me. He was looking into my eyes.

"Wade, that was the best. I love you so much."

"And so do I, munchkin."

We finished washing each other, and we took our time finding every curve
and bump. We dried each other off and went in to get dressed, to head to
the mall. As I watched Marty go through his bag to see what to wear I
noticed him looking at me from time to time, and then looking at his
clothes. I think he was trying to find ones with no holes or just plain not
worn out.

I went over to the bed and sat beside him. I reached out and put my arm
around him, pulling him into me.

"Hey, bud, we will look at some new clothes for you; okay?"

"No, Wade. You have done too much for me. I can't let you do that."

"Well let me think about that," I said. "NOT! You and I are going shopping,
and we are going to have a blast doing it. Now, do I carry you to the
truck, or are you going to walk?" I said, ruffling his hair.

"Okay, but just a shirt or two, and nothing else."

'Yeah, that was going to happen,' I thought to myself.

We got to Fiesta Mall about 10:30 am. It was a Sunday morning, so it wasn't
full of shoppers yet. Most of them would still be in church or sleeping
in. We parked in front of JC Penney's and went in. Marty's hand was in
mine; the same familiar feeling of his touch was running through my
heart. I was going to show this boy the meaning of shopper's overload. He
was going to have the time of his life.

When I was in the Army, and overseas, I was in a very bad accident, caused
by the stupidity of my captain. It put me in the hospital for six
months. The Army felt it necessary to pay me a very, very large amount of
money to keep my mouth shut. Because of their generosity, I would never
need to work again. So money was no object.

We walked around the mall to see what shops we wanted to go in. I watched
Marty's face for clues to what he liked.

"This place is huge," he said. "I've never been in a store this big
before."

I was beaming with pride. I was still holding his hand in mine. As we
walked around, I didn't give a rat's ass who saw us. I was with the love of
my life. I didn't care what anybody else thought.

Then Marty stopped dead in his tracks. I looked at him and he was pale
white and shaking. He was staring in a shop, so I looked to see what he was
looking at. There was a boy about 15 looking at some games. He was a big
kid, about 5' 6" and had black hair.

"Marty, what's wrong? What is it?"

With fire in his voice, he said, "That's Taylor, the boy I told you
about. The one who punched me last Friday after school. He and his friends
found me in the boy's room."

"Stop, Marty!" I said as I pulled him back, out of sight of the
store. "That's the kid that did those things to you?" I asked.

"Yeah, him and his friends."

"Come on. Let's go have a chat with junior."

"What are you going to do, Wade."

"It's okay. I'm not going to lay a finger on him." But I was thinking how
I'd like to rip his throat out for laying a hand on Marty. I was going to
be cool about it. But this little shit was going to know not to ever, ever
touch Marty again.

I started for the door of the shop, when I felt a hand find mine
again. Just that touch of his hand made all the anger I was feeling slip
away. I stopped and turned to look into his eyes; those beautiful eyes that
held my heart.

"Marty, I'm okay. I'm just going to talk to him, okay?" I saw the look of
concern in his eyes. I placed my hand on his cheek. "Marty, no one is ever
going to hurt you ever again," I said as I rubbed his cheek with my
thumb. "You stay right here. I'll be right back. Okay?"

He nodded his head.

I walked into the shop and over to where Taylor was standing, looking at
some games. I tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at me.

I said, "See that boy out there?" as I pointed to Marty. "You know that
boy, right? That boy is my life. If I ever hear that you or your friends
ever come near him, or ever touch him, ever again, you all will wish you
were never born. Do you understand me, Taylor?"

I could see the fear in his eyes.

"I want you to go out there and apologize to him for the things you and
your friends did to him Friday. And, if I think you're not sincere, I'll
drag your ass down to the police station, and we'll see if they think what
you and your friends did was funny."

He looked at Marty and then at me. He put the games down that he was
looking at, and started for the door. I was right behind him as he stopped
in front of Marty. He looked at me again. This time he looked like he was
going to cry.

"Mister, I'm sorry for . . . ."

"Stop!" I said. "Taylor, not to me; to Marty."

He turned to Marty. "Marty, I'm sorry for hitting you and stuff. So are my
friends. I will never bother you again."

Taylor did look sincere.

"Taylor, why did you do that to Marty?" What did he do to you, to make you
do that?"

He looked at me, his eyes started to tear up, and his lip was shaking.

"Taylor, you wouldn't want someone to treat you like that. Now, remember
what I said, Taylor."

He looked at Marty and then walked away. Marty was watching him walk
away. I stepped over to Marty, and put my hand on his shoulder, to let him
know I was there. He turned to me looking into my eyes.

"Wade, what did you say to him?"

"I just told him that if he wanted to live, he had to apologize to you, or
he would die a horrible death. No! I just told him to apologize to you;
that's all," I said.

"Thanks, Wade. I thought you were going to kill him, the way you looked."

"If something like that ever happens again, I will, Marty. That will never
happen as long as I live."

We walked around the mall, looking in all the shop windows. I was waiting
for Marty to find one he liked. He finally stopped in front of one of those
teen shops.

"That looks cool. Can we look inside, Wade?"

I opened the door and said, "It's all yours, Marty. Shop till you drop."

He looked at me like I was loosing my marbles. He went inside, and a nice
young store clerk asked if he could help.

"Marty, you go look at some shirts, I'll be right there, okay?"

"Sure. Okay."

Billy and I watched as he walked away. Billy was the name on the tag on the
young clerk's shirt.

"Um, Billy is it?"

"Yes, sir," he said in a voice that was very feminine.

"The boy I'm with is going to need a lot of things. Do you get paid on
commission or salary?"

"A salary, sir."

"Drop the sir, Bill."

"Okay," he said as he looked at me smiling.

"See that boy there?" I pointed towards Marty. "This is going to be one of
the happiest days of his life. If he points to a shirt or anything in this
store, I want you to give me three of each in his size."

Bill's eyes got big as silver dollars as I handed him my American Express
platinum with no limit.

"And, Billy, I want Marty to know you're kissing his ass. No offence. And I
tip well."

He jumped to the ready as Marty walked around, not knowing what I and young
Billy had discussed.

"Marty, this is Billy; you show him what you like, okay?"

"Wade, what are you going to do? I want you to pick for me."

"Marty, this is your day. I will love whatever you pick, Boo Bear."

I just realized I'd said that out loud. Marty turned and looked at me with
a, 'did you just say what I think you said,' look on his face. He walked
right up to me and put his arms around me and kissed my cheek and
whispered, "I love you more."

My knees almost gave out. I regained my composure and looked at young
Billy. All he did was smile and wink at me.

"That boy sure does love you, mister."

I looked at Billy. 'Does it show that bad?' I thought.

"The name's Wade, Billy; just Wade. Okay?"

Marty had gone to a rack with lots of shirts. Billy was at his heels. I
watched as Marty would put his hand on a shirt or some shorts, and then
look at me to see my reaction.  He was so cute to watch. After about a half
hour he came over to me, with Billy in tow, and sat next to me.

"Okay."

"All done?" I asked.

"Done with what?" Marty asked.

"Your shopping, ding dong."

"My shopping?" he asked as he looked at me with a 'what are you talking
about' look on his face.

"Yeah. What's the damages, Billy?"

Billy handed me an invoice. Not bad for 30 minutes. The invoice totaled
$653.41.  I made sure Marty had picked out some sneakers, and I told Billy
to add some socks and underwear.

"Wade, what did you just do?"

"Marty, I just had the time of my life watching you shop."

"NO! That's not what I meant, and you know it!" He had an angry look on his
face.

"What?" I said with a big grin on my face.

"Did you just buy me something?" He was really mad.

"Marty, why are you mad at me?" I was shocked to see him so mad.

"Wade, you can't spend money like that. You work with my Dad and he's
always mad on pay days. Says they don't pay worth a shit!"

I looked in his eyes, and then turned and shot Billy a glance, and Billy
nodded and turned and left. I pulled Marty closer to me, after Billy was
gone. I put my hand on his face, and looked deep into his eyes.

"Marty, are you worried about money?"

He nodded his head yes.

"Why?"

"Dad and Mom always got into big fights over money, and me and Chris would
get yelled at afterward for just wanting to eat, or go to the movies with
friends, or just for being there."

I could see the pain in his eyes, and I felt so sad for him. I put my arm
around him, and pulled him in tight to me.

"I have more then enough money for the both of us to live very comfortable
for the rest of our lives." I said as he looked into my eyes.

His face softened.

"But, you work with my Dad, and he's never got any money," he said as he
looked down at his feet.

"Hey, Boo bear, look at me please."

He raised his head slowly. I put my hand on his cheek, softly rubbing under
his eye with my thumb.

"You and I will never need money. The Army has seen to that for us. I work
for the Trib, with your Dad, 'cause it's not hard work, and it's the first
job I got when I got home from the Army."

He leaned into me with his head against my side, and placed his hand on
mine.

"I was just so scared you were going to be mad at me for spending money you
didn't have."

"Oh, Marty, you are so special to me; you make my heart so full of
love. See, it's overflowing out my eyes," I said as I wiped some tears from
my cheek. He looked at me and reached up with his hand and wiped away a
stray tear.

"Are those for me?" he asked.

"Yes, they are. I'm so in love with you that I can't think straight. I just
want you to have everything you have ever wanted."

He brought his hand to his lips, and licked the tear from his finger.

"Mmm. Tastes salty. I do have every thing I ever wanted, and he's sitting
next to me with his arm around me. Wade, when you touch me, or look at me
like you do, I get all kinda . . . mushy inside, and warm. And when you're
away from me for just a short minute or two, I get scared, and I feel like
all kinda . . . alone feeling inside. It all seems like a dream kinda, like
I'm gonna wake up and be in my bed, and feel that empty feeling in my chest
that was there before I found you."

"Hey, Boo bear, you are a part of me now, and nothing in this universe is
ever going to change that. Okay? So, what say we blow this Popsicle stand
and head home? Okay?"

We got up, and I went over to see young Billy once more. I gave him all the
information to have everything delivered to my apartment the next day. I
slipped Billy a hundred dollar bill. I thought he was going to kiss me. I
was on cloud 9. I was walking on air I was so happy.

Marty gave Billy a hug that caught me off guard. His face was glowing with
joy.

We stopped at two more shops on the way out. One was a furniture store, to
get some things for Marty's room. He picked out a set of bunk beds. He said
it was in case Chris came to stay with us. He was always thinking of others
first. He also got a dresser for his new clothes. The last shop was an
electronics store I needed to stop at. I had Marty pick out a TV for his
room, and told him to look at the new Nintendo video game set. He was
smiles from ear to ear.

We stopped and had some lunch and got home around 3pm. We parked my truck,
and started for my apartment. Marty's hand found mine, and, yes, you know
what happened next. Sparks! I was getting my keys out when I thought I
heard my name being called. I turned to see who it was.

"Hi, Wade! What's up?" It was the boy who lived next door with his mom.

"Hi, Joey. How you been?"

He was a very good looking young man, about 15 I think, long dark brown
hair, and the darkest brown eyes I've ever seen. I always thought he was
hiding something with those eyes.

Marty was watching him closely as he walked over to us.

"Joey, this is Marty. He's going to be staying with me. Marty, this is
Joey. He lives next door to us."

Hey, Joey," Marty said shaking Joey's hand.

"Wade, Mom's at work. Can I stay at your place till she gets home? She's
working a double shift again."

"Yeah, if Marty here doesn't mind." I was looking at Marty to see his
reaction. But nothing changed with him.

We went into find Syliss waiting by the door. Syliss went right to Marty,
licking his hand, but stopped short of Joey. Marty noticed this right off
the bat.

"Doesn't Syliss like you, Joey?" Marty said smiling that 'ha ha he likes me
not you' look.

"He lets me pet him once in awhile, but I think he smells my cat on me."

"Hey, guys, do you want something to drink?" I asked, trying to change the
subject.

"You guys go in and find a move you both want to watch. I'll be in with
some drinks in a second."

They went into the other room while I got some drinks, and snacks to keep
their hands busy, and especially Marty's. I'm not sure how Joey would
handle me and Marty's affection to each other.

They were sitting on each end of the couch when I returned with the drinks
and snacks. I set them down on the table and turned to look at the
boys. Marty was looking at me with those loving eyes of his, and I know
what he wanted. Joey, I was not sure how to read him yet.

I'd known Joey for four months and he'd been in my apartment lots of
times. I have always liked him coming around. I think he just liked to have
some one to talk to.

His mom was very nice; she seemed to be in her mid 50's; a little old to
have a 15 year old, I thought. Joey had told me his Dad died when he was
eight, in a car accident. Joey didn't talk much about him and I never
pushed him to tell me. I figured he would tell me what he wanted me to
know. I don't think I ever looked at him sexually. He was a very good
looking boy. He was very bright and full of knowledge on all things. But I
think he was very lonely.

"Guys, I'm going to go change. I'll be right back."

I turned and walked out fast, so as not to seem like I was having a hard
time with the situation at hand. I went to go change. I was in my room for
ten minutes when Marty was at my door looking at me with a smile on his
face.

"Hey, Boo bear. You okay?" I asked as I watched him cross the room and wrap
his arms around me and squeeze me hard. I did the same. He felt so good.

"I just wanted to come and be with you. I missed you."

"I've only been gone ten minutes, Marty, you big goof," I said as I kissed
his check. He stopped me from moving away. With both of his hands, he held
my face, staring into my eyes. He brought our lips together. I felt the
spark of his love as our lips met. His tongue was on mine in a flash. I
held him tight, as we kissed.

I felt him start to grind his hips into me. My hands were all over his
perfect ass. One of his hands dropped from my face to my crotch, to find me
hard as a rock. The world outside of our embrace was gone, as I was wrapped
up in My Marty.

"Oh, shit!" I'm sorry." I heard the voice come from the doorway.

I broke our kiss and looked towards the sound of Joey's voice, who was
standing at the door. He had a look of shock on his face.

As I looked at him, I said, "Joey! . . . . It's not what you think."

I held Marty away from me. Joey turned and walked out.

"Oh, damn, Wade, I'm sorry." Marty said as he looked at me. "Do you think
he's going to tell his mom?" Marty asked with a look of concern on his
face.

"I don't know, Marty. But I need to go talk to him."

"Okay."

I cupped Marty's face in my hands. "We did nothing wrong, Marty. I told you
some people don't understand what we feel for each other. Let me go talk to
him."

"Okay."

I left Marty in my room, with a confused look on his face. As I went into
the living room, I found Joey sitting on the couch crying in his hands.

"Joey," I said at a whisper. I tried not to startle him. "Hey, what's
wrong?" l walked over to where he was sitting. "Can I sit down with you?"

"I . . . I guess, it's your house."

"Joey, is it because you saw me and Marty kissing that has you so upset?
Please tell me Joey."

Now Joey's been over lots of times, and we have talked about all kinds of
things, from sex to religion. He loves the Japanese culture. I first met
him after I moved in four and a half months ago. He and his mom moved in
two weeks after I did. It was just his mom and him unloading one of those
moving trucks. I saw Joey going in and out of the apartment, with his hands
full of boxes and things. I noticed that with the big stuff, he needed my
help.

"Hey, can you use some help with that?" I asked as he was trying to carry
everything by himself.

"Yeah, if you don't mind," He was very trim, almost skinny.

"Hi, my name's Wade. Nice to meet you."

"And I'm Joey, and that's my mom." She walked over to me with her hand out
for me.

"Hi, I'm Cindy."

"Nice to meet you, Cindy. I'm Wade. So where you from?" I asked.

"From Florida," she said with a smile.

Joey became a friend soon after.

I put my hand on Joey's neck and squeezed a little, just so he could feel
that I cared, and he knew that I was there for him.

"Joey, please tell me what's wrong."

"I'm . . . such . . . I'm such a loser." His sobs started to grow more
intense.

"Why would you say that? You're my friend." I said as I rubbed the back of
his neck.

"I . . . I saw you with Marty, and now I know I don't have a chance to be
with you!"

I was letting what we said run through my brain, and I wasn't sure when
Marty had come into the room, but one look in his eyes told me he was
hurt. And I had to explain and fast.


End of chapter 9
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Wade.