Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2016 16:28:41 -0500
From: CJ Abello <cjabello1997@gmail.com>
Subject: CJ: Autumn: Chapter 8: My Lucky Day

CJ: Autumn: Chapter 8: My Lucky Day

This is a work of fiction set in the real world. Certain living individuals
make appearances in the story; all other characters and the events in which
they all participate are the creation of the author. Any resemblance of the
fictional characters to actual individuals is purely coincidental.



Monday, 9 September 2013

"CJ!" Harley was riding his skateboard and had to swerve at the last minute
to avoid hitting his friend. "Bruh, did you see the article in the Post
yesterday? They interviewed your uncle, the cop who got shot! And his
husband!" The kid kicked up his board and removed his headphones as he
matched CJ's pace down the sidewalk. "I didn't know he was gay, you didn't
say anything.  It was so cool how they talked about getting married this
summer. Are your dads married? Hey, how was the trip to--"

"Morning, Harley. Yeah, the article was pretty cool. I got to read it
Saturday on the way up to New Jersey for the funeral I told you
about. Uncles Tom and JP rode up with us. We had ten friends who went up
together."

"Oh... you read it Saturday?"

CJ realized he'd screwed up. He was glad they were already at the entrance
to the school. Trip had given them the article to read before publication,
but he didn't want to get into details about the bus and who his traveling
companions had been. "And I didn't tell you he was gay 'cause it didn't
come up. It's not a big deal. The two of them are my dads best friends,
they all got married at the same time. They had a double ceremony and I was
the best man for all four."

"WHAT?"

"Speaking of my dads, I asked if it was cool for you to come spend the
night on Friday so they could take us out for a ride on the bikes the next
day." CJ once again sidestepped Harley's question; he'd answer them all
some other time. "They said it was fine with them, but they wanted you to
ask your 'rents. They'll probably want to talk to them also."


Wednesday, 11 September 2013

CJ's last class of the day was gym. Once it was over, he showered and
changed back into street clothes--wearing a white pocket t-shirt from
Clyde's. The back of the shirt had a caricature of the Democrats' donkey
and the Republicans' elephant with raised mugs of beer. He met up with
Harley outside the locker room, and together headed to the classroom where
the GSA meeting was being held. His friend had expressed an interest in
attending when CJ mentioned he was going to join the organization.

Once inside, they took chairs on the aisle, near the back of the
room. There were about twenty students in the classroom, about evenly split
between boys and girls. Danek and Autumn--the co-chairs he had met the
previous week--sat at a desk in the front of the room. CJ was surprised to
see James Rupple, his English teacher, standing by the side, leaning
against a wall.

The surprise was even greater at seeing his teacher without a coat, wearing
only a tight black t- shirt, showing off some ink on both arms. Mr. Rupple
was definitely older than his dads, but for someone most likely in his
fifties, he seemed to be in good shape. His close cropped salt and pepper
hair, his clean shaven, rectangular-shaped face, and the perfectly circular
cleft on his chin gave him an interesting look. The man wore it well. CJ
had already decided his English teacher was going to be one of his
favorites this term; even if the workload Mr. Rupple had already assigned
was monumental.

"Wow, nice turnout. Thank you all for coming. My name's Autumn Dingell. I'm
one of the co- chairs of the GSA." Harley and CJ stopped their conversation
when the girl started to speak.

"And I am Danek." The pale faced kid spoke with a slight accent which
announced English was not his native language. "I am her
counterpart. Standing by the side is Mr. James Rupple, a teacher in the
English department, and the GSA faculty advisor."

"Before we get into a discussion of upcoming events, and what our goals
should be for the year, I'd like each of us to stand up and introduce
ourselves." Autumn spoke with confidence as she took control of the
proceedings. CJ realized she and Danek might be co-chairs, but her
personality made her the apparent driving force out of the two. "Make sure
you give us more than name and age. The goal is to start getting to know
each other.  We have quite a few new faces around, so this will help us
all. At the end, tell us if you are gay, straight, bi or anything else."

"Guess I will go first. You already know my name is Danek Nowak, I am a
junior, just turned eighteen on 7-11--I celebrated with a Slurpee!" His
comment caused many in the room to giggle. "I was born in Warsaw, Poland,
and have been in America for the last two and a half years; my dad is a
diplomat at the Polish Embassy here in DC. In my free time, I like to read,
play video games, and listen to music. I also love going to the
cinema--specially science fiction films.  I am gay. My parents did not make
a big deal when I came out to them last year, although I have a feeling
they hope it is a phase and I will eventually meet a nice girl, marry her,
and give them grandchildren. They better hope my sister has enough for both
of us. Welcome to the GSA. Oh and I am single!" There was some laughter at
his last comments and a smattering of applause when he sat down.

"My turn, as I said before, I'm Autumn Dingell, I'll be eighteen at the end
of this month, a senior, and I was born in Ann Arbor, Michigan--GO BLUE! My
grandfather's a Democratic Congressman from our state, and my dad works for
the Department of Education. I grew up in what many would call a liberal
environment, but I prefer to call it an enlightened one. Respect for
others, acceptance of differences, and inclusion of all on an equal
basis. That's what my family lives by, and what I was taught from an early
age. My views led me to join the GSA in an effort to share those
beliefs. I'm straight, and have a boyfriend who's a freshman at the
University of Michigan."

After all the students in front of him had introduced themselves, a smiling
Autumn looked at CJ, pointed at him, and asked him to stand and introduce
himself. "Your face isn't familiar, so I'll guess you're new to Walls."

"Hi. My name's CJ, and I'll be sixteen in December. I'm a sophomore, and
yes, this is my first year at Walls. I guess you could say I'm
Cuban-American, although both mom and dad were born in the US, as was I."
Thinking he could end up becoming friends with some of these kids, CJ was
trying to decide how much to share. "We lived in Germany for a while but
eventually moved back to Miami. 'We' being my little brother, my mother
who's a banker, and my stepfather who's an Air Force officer. I moved to DC
this past May and now live in Georgetown, with my father and his husband."
He noticed a couple of guys in the group suddenly turned around to look at
him after mentioning his dad had a husband. "Yeah, I have two dads. One of
them is a Captain in the Marine Corps and the other one's a partner at EY,
the professional services company."

Realizing he now had everyone's attention in the room, CJ decided to give a
few more details.  How to properly introduce himself was something he'd
picked up during his summer internship.  He'd been taught it was an
opportunity to paint a picture of yourself, with your own words, instead of
letting others make assumptions based on snippets of information. "Both of
them own Harley-Davidson motorcycles and are avid riders. I guess that has
rubbed off on me over the past couple of summers when I've visited--
motorcycling is one of my main interests.  History and politics are up
there on the like scale and I was lucky enough to score a two-week
internship at Senator Marco Rubio's office in July. My other big love is
working out. I lift weights almost every morning, run a couple of times a
week, and practice Martial Arts. I still need to find a Dojo and a Sensei
to study with here in Washington."

He then stared right at Autumn. "As for my sexual orientation, I would say
it's none of your business." A couple of gasps, some whistles, and many a
surprised expression met his verbal bomb. "Sooner or later, I'm sure you'll
all find out, but I think it's entirely inappropriate to ask us that
question.  If this organization is about promoting equality, regardless of
who we love, I don't understand why anyone's particular orientation is
relevant.

"And no, I don't believe in hiding. As far as I'm concerned, closets are
for clothes. Heck, I was the best man for both my dads, and their two best
friends, when they all got married last month in a joint ceremony. I look
forward to getting to know all of you, and to participating in the GSA
during my time at Walls."

Thick air, cutting, knife and all that jazz, thought CJ. The introductions
made by the three students seated to his right didn't seem to register with
most of those present. They appeared to be distracted. A mere sophomore had
dissed Autumn in front of everyone. Many were still nodding their heads
apparently in agreement with him. To the side, Mr. Rupple had a smile on
his face he tried, but failed to, cover up with his hand.

Finally, everyone's attention focused once again on the introductions when
Harley, who'd been sitting right behind CJ all along, stood up. "CJ, bruh,
you and I are going to be real frickin' tight!"  The room erupted in
laughter after the innocent remark.

"Ahhh you pervs, get your damn minds out of the gutter, I didn't mean it
like that. CJ and I are already bruhs anyway. Okay, here it goes: my name's
Harley Wilkinson--yes, Harley as in the motorcycles. I'm sixteen, a
sophomore in my second year at Walls, and by gosh, I hail from Oshkosh,
Wisconsin. My dad's a biker, that's the reason he named me after the
scooters. I grew up with motorcycles and bikers, grease was to me what dirt
was to other kids. I've been riding since I was tall enough to reach the
floor while in the saddle. But my Wisconsin license ain't no good in the
District, so I just ride during the summers when I visit my
grandparents. I'm single and as far as my sexual orientation, I'm with my
man from South Beach, none of your frickin' business. You'll find out if I
ask you out on a date! And just maybe, I'll ask a boy and a girl at the
same time to confuse you all."

You could easily tell the guy was the life of whatever group he was in at
the time. He had everyone laughing and kidding around by the time he was
done; they almost gave him a standing ovation. CJ noticed the one person
still not smiling was Autumn. He thought he might have to do something
about it. Several more students went through the introduction process
before once again someone captured everyone's attention.

The kid who stood up was tall, with skin the color of a dark caf‚ au
lait, full lips, a broad nose and closely cropped curly black hair. He
looked around the room, a hint of a smile on his face, before settling his
gaze on CJ. "Hey, CJ... Homie, you and I are also going to be tight. Got
you a Dojo and Sensei, we'll hook up later." He looked down at the floor
before once again lifting his head and continuing in a soft voice. "Okay,
I'm Thiago Baravento, seventeen, a junior, and in my third year at
Walls. Dad's family hails from Brazil-that's where my name comes from-mom
is American. As I mentioned, my sport of choice is Martial Arts, been
studying Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu since I could stand up I think." Thiago's
expression turned somber, he once again inclined his head and looked at the
floor. The sound of air escaping his body was audible as he exhaled.

"I'm joining the GSA to honor the memory of my brother, and maybe help
others avoid what happened to him. Last year, he was a freshman at the
University of South Carolina.  He confided to his roommate he was gay, and
the asshole outed him to the entire dorm. Afterwards, the harassment never
stopped." Silence enveloped the room, the boy was visibly struggling to
choke back a sob. "Anyway, my brother killed himself in January. Before
going back to school for his second term. He left a note saying he couldn't
handle another semester of misery. I'm here for him. And for any others,
who like him, may feel there's no hope."

Quietly sobbing, the kid sat down and put his head down on the desk. CJ,
keenly aware how rejection and homophobia had affected his life, and how
lucky he was to have the support of his dads, was out of his chair so fast
he knocked it over. He walked to Thiago's side, put an arm around his
shoulders, and quietly spoke to him. They stepped outside the room, and
stood in the hallway, while the meeting went on. They missed the remainder
of the introductions, returning as Mr. Rupple walked to the front and asked
the co-chairs to sit with the rest of the group.

"OK, boys and girls, please settle down. We have some serious business to
discuss. Later this month, thanks to a friend of Principal Edwards, Walls
will be holding an Anti-Bullying day led by Ben Cohen. Google him later,
he's a retired rugby player from England." CJ thought he noticed a quick
glance in his direction when Mr. Rupple mentioned a friend of the
principal. "He'll be working with another former athlete, the first time
they collaborate on a project such as this.  It'll also be the first time
Mr. Cohen's foundation sponsors an event in the Washington, DC area. Our
organization will assist at certain points during the day, some of you will
be leading small group discussions. If you're selected, plan on spending
some serious time studying and preparing. The event will take place on
Thursday, the third of October. I'm guessing the date was agreed upon to
fit their schedules." The announcement had caused murmuring amongst the
students, with questions about who Ben Cohen was being heard from several
of them.

"Come on, guys. Let me get through this so we can wrap up the meeting. I'll
answer any questions you have later on. Because of the high-profile
individuals involved, and because this event is a first for the area, we
expect media coverage. Mrs. Edwards wants to have two students and a
faculty member be the designated individuals interacting with the
press. I'll be the faculty representative, the principal has already
selected one of the students. We're about to pick the second one. Since the
officers will be tied up with other responsibilities, they are not
eligible.

"Could all the seniors please stand? One of you will be our
spokesperson. Come up and write your names on the board, and then resume
your seat. The rest of you, take out a piece of paper and write down the
name of the one you think will best represent Walls, and the GSA, in front
of the media. You heard all the introductions, you may have known some of
them before today, so base your decision on that knowledge."

After his meeting with Principal Edwards, CJ had been uncertain about
agreeing to be one of the two students. His dads encouraged him to
accept. They thought he would be a good representative, and mentioned there
was no way to avoid the publicity this time. Ben would bring his name up
for sure, but the Brit had no knowledge of how CJ ended up in Washington
anyway, their agreement with Colonel Dickhead wasn't going to be broken.

"Mr. Rupple, do you know who the other student will be?" Curiosity and
excitement were in Autumn's voice.

"Yes I do, but I'm not allowed to tell you yet. Only Principal Edwards and
I know at this point and we'd rather wait before we announce the name. Why
don't you and Danek collect all the votes? Then come back up to the desk
and count them."

The meeting ended after the winner was announced. While most of the
students scattered like roaches when the lights go on, CJ told Harley to
wait for him, approached Autumn, and asked to speak with her privately. He
apologized for the way he had spoken earlier, and acknowledged he sometimes
became agitated and spoke before thinking. He was aware he hadn't made a
good first impression and asked her to have lunch with him, his treat, as a
small peace offering.  She gave him a small smile and accepted the
invitation.

Harley was waiting for him in the back of the room. "Bruh, what was all
that about? Why'd you wanna talk to her?"

"I'm pretty sure I pissed her off before, I wanted to apologize. Anyway,
your mom talked to my dad last night, we're on for this weekend."

"Yeah! I'm psyched. Mom said your father was picking us up on Friday and
then taking us to my house. I guess the rents want to meet."

"Yeah, and that way you don't have to carry all your junk to school. You
can pack a bag and leave it at home. We'll get it when we go over."

"Dope!"


Friday, 13 September 2013

"Whatup, gay table? Today's your lucky day. I've decided to grace you with
my presence." The kid taking a seat at the table was a scrawny, short boy,
with a pimply face, braces on his teeth, thick glasses, and mousy brown
hair--the haircut was a horrendous one.

"Hey, Kenton."

"Hi, Kenton."

"Hello, Kenton."

"Goodbye, Kenton." Harley's comment, after the chorus of greetings
surprised CJ. He'd never seen his buddy be anything but friendly to
everybody.

"Harley! That ain't nice."

"Yeah, Harley. Listen to pretty boy. You don't like me you can always take
a walk, bean pole."

Harley whispered into CJ's ear, no one else could hear what he
said. "Sorry, CJ. The guy's obnoxious, picks on everyone, thinks he's so
popular, but everyone laughs about him behind his back. He's a frickin'
pain in the ass."

"Oh, isn't that adorable. Pretty boy's the bean pole's new boyfriend." The
kid pushed his glasses up on his nose as he spoke.

"That ain't nice either, Kenton. It's Kenton, right? I'm CJ, not pretty
boy. You shouldn't go around calling people names; especially when you
don't know them."

"Hash tag: polite. Whatever..."

Lunch was initially meant to be a private affair, giving CJ and Autumn a
chance to get to know each other a little better; it turned out to be
anything but. When Danek saw them walk into the cafeteria, he invited
himself to their table. Soon after, Jos‚-Marˇa, the senior elected as
the press liaison, and two other GSA members also joined them. Then three
girls who had drooled over CJ a couple of days before, the ones who had him
sit at their table for lunch, decided they had an interest in participating
in the GSA.

CJ and Autumn looked at each other and laughed; the situation was funny
enough any animosity was forgotten and they just enjoyed their time with
the group.

"So, CJ, you and Harley...?"  Jos‚-Marˇa raised his eyebrows as he
asked the open ended question. "I've seen you two together all the time
since school started. I thought you were a couple."

"What? No way. My dad dropped me off on his motorcycle the first day of
class. Harley saw it and started talking to me. We've become friends real
quick. And what do you mean you see us together all the time? You noticed
us?"

"I always notice the good looking guys, CJ."

X X X

"Bruh, that senior hitting on you at lunch today was funny. One girl who
was there thinks you're hot and hopes you're not gay. She kept asking me
about you in the class we have together right after. I'm so psyched about
going riding tomorrow with your dads. You said we're headed over to
Virginia? Frickin' incredible!" Harley stopped his monologue mid-stream,
pointing at a Harley-Davidson Edition Ford F-350 which had just pulled up
to the curb right in front of them.  "Check the truck out!"

"Close your mouth, Harley. You're about to drool. Stop being a dork, it's
just a truck." CJ chuckled at his friend's reaction to Brett's old black
and orange pickup. "Come on, you like it so much, you might as well go for
a ride in it."

"What? But I was expecting the black Escalade."

"Yeah, well, get in the back and don't drool on the upholstery." CJ grabbed
the door handle, pulled it open, and jumped into the front seat. He leaned
over and gave Brett a kiss on the cheek. "Hey, Papa. Thanks for picking us
up. This is Harley. Harley this is one of my dads, Captain Brett
Davenport."

"Uhhh... Nice to meet you, Captain Sir. I love your truck. And your
motorcycle. I saw it when you dropped CJ off on the first day of class. Oh,
and I love the Escalade CJ's other dad drives too. Oh wow, you guys have
the coolest stuff. Can you adopt me?"

"Geez. You weren't kidding about his rapid fire speaking, CJ. Hide the
energy drinks once we get home!"

Brett and CJ both chuckled while Harley lowered his head, blushed, and then
joined in the laughter.

X X X

"I'm glad you're spending the night and joining us for breakfast and our
ride tomorrow morning." Cesar was leaning back on his stool, sipping on a
Dos Equis Amber, while CJ and his friend stacked plates in the
dishwasher. There was nothing left of the two pizzas they'd ordered for
dinner, or the salad Brett had prepared to go with them.

"Thank you for inviting me, sir. I already told you how much I love riding
my motorcycle when I'm in Wisconsin. I can't wait 'till I can get my
license here in DC. My dad said I could bring it back next summer." The boy
was somewhat relaxed compared to how he normally acted at school. CJ
wondered if he was intimidated by his dads or by the house.

"Well, we're happy CJ's made a good friend already. He spent this past
summer mostly around our crowd. It's good for him to have guys his own age
to hang around with."

"That can't have been bad. I mean, spending all his time with you and your
friends. I think it's so frickin' cool he got to be the best man at a
double wedding, and he got to ride on your bikes, and hang around with a
cop! Oh man, and his room is sweet! It's ginormous. I can't believe there's
only his room, and the guest room I'm using, on the second floor."

"Harley, breathe, son. Breathe." Cesar hadn't experienced the boy's machine
gun approach to conversation until just then. Harley had been too
distracted by everything around him at first, and then too busy stuffing
his face.

"I'm sorry, sir. I know I get excited sometimes and don't know when to stop
talking. My dad keeps telling me to shut up all the time."

"You don't have to shut up, Harley. It's nice to see someone so
animated. Just give us a chance to say something now and then."

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"Enough apologizing. Why don't you guys get upstairs and watch a movie, or
play video games or something. Enjoy yourselves. Just remember we want to
get on the road early, which means getting up early. The two of you are in
charge of breakfast tomorrow."


Saturday, 14 September 2013

"Hey, CJ. You awake, bruh?" Harley, wearing just gym shorts, stood in the
doorway to CJ's room.

"No, you dork. I'm still sleeping. But come in and make yourself at home
anyway." Harley walked in and jumped on CJ's bed, landing across the foot
of it.

"What cha doing?"

CJ sat with his back against the headboard, his tablet on his
lap. "Checking e-mails. My little brother always writes on Friday, telling
me all about his week. I save them to read Saturday mornings. It's always a
great way to start the weekend."

"Sweet! Bruh, that bed was frickin' awesome. I'm seriously wanting to get
adopted and move in. Want an older brother?"

"Got one already. His name's Dragon and he has a better tan than you."

"Huh?"

"Joking, man. Dragon's one of my dads' friends. Big black guy, about ten
years older than us, but acts like a kid most of the time."

"Ohh. Cool. I don't think my parents have any black friends. Is he gay
too?"

"Yeah, he's got a boyfriend. A British lawyer who's an ex-boxer."

"Bruh, I sooo want to move in. You have the coolest people around you all
the time."

"Pretty much the way it goes with the rents. They've got some great
buds. I'll read Ritchie's e- mail later. Let me hit the bathroom and we'll
go fix breakfast."

"I'll go put on a shirt and shoes and--"

"Don't bother. Those shorts are fine. The dads will probably come down in
just their boxers.  Only guys around, remember? No women to get offended."

"Dope!"

X X X

"How'd you like the Elvis pancakes, Harley?"

"Frickin' awesome, Cap."

"Cap? Papa, I think you just got a new nickname!" CJ was enjoying having
Harley around. He had to admit the guy was funny as hell.

"Ughh, sorry, Sir. I meant Captain. It's just I was thinking of Captain
America and thought Cap was a cool name for you. You being a soldier and
all."

"A Marine, Harley. I'm not a soldier. I'm a Marine. And Cap's fine. So, you
ever had pancakes with peanut butter and bananas in them before?"

"No, Sir. CJ said they're like a health food. They remind me of Peanut
Butter Crunch with a banana in them."

X X X

Leaving DC, the men took I-66 West heading to Front Royal, Virginia and the
North Entrance to Shenandoah National Park. They reached the town a little
over an hour later, stopped to get something to drink, and to stretch their
legs. The toll booth where they paid the admission fee to enter the park
was located on the edge of town and gave direct access to the Skyline
Drive.

"You've never done this ride before, right?" Harley asked the question
while the ranger advised them of recent bear sightings near the road.

"Nope. We were supposed to do it Labor Day weekend, but you know those
plans went down the drain by the shooting and all. Have you?"

"Yeah! Dad and I rode the Drive and then the Blue Ridge Parkway all the way
to North Carolina when we first moved to DC. You're gonna frickin' love it,
bruh!"

X X X

CJ had read up on the road and the park on Wikipedia. He'd learned the
mountain top road, designed for travelers in pre-technological America, was
planned for leisurely drives and picnics for those wanting to escape the
hot, humid weather of a Washington summer. Meant for times when the
destination was not as important as the getting there. From the beginning,
the road itself became part of the there. The speed limit was low, but the
views of the park were so magnificent, visitors seldom complained. The men
made frequent stops to admire the scenery, pulling off to the side into one
of the many spots designed for that purpose.

What CJ had read told him the road wound its way along the top of the Blue
Ridge Mountains, east of the Shenandoah River. The many overlooks
throughout the drive, provided views of the surrounding valleys, with the
mountains in the background. And wildlife could often be seen on or near
the blacktop. The warning the ranger had given them was a result of the
park's large populations of black bears. She had stressed the need to keep
the speed down; collisions between motorcycles and bears had occurred where
neither machine nor animal survived.

At an overlook the men stopped at to snap pictures, they ran into a biker,
riding solo on a beautiful older Road King. The gorgeous teal of the bike
glimmered in the sunlight; it seemed an appropriate color when CJ noticed
the HD motorcycle had a Florida license plate.

"Good morning, Sir. Your bike's beautiful. Perfect color for one from
Florida. Where are you from?" CJ had approached the older gentleman, who
was leaning against the Harley, head tilted up obviously enjoying the
warmth of the autumn sun. The man was wearing jeans, black leather chaps, a
t-shirt, and a leather vest covered in lapel pins. His arms were a riot of
colors, both entirely inked. His salt and pepper hair was short, as was the
beard of the same color. His face was tan, and when he removed his
sunglasses, his green eyes seemed to smile. "I'm CJ. I was born in Miami
but home is in Washington now."

"Howdy, guys. Guess we're kinda neighbors, son. Grew up in Miami myself,
but these days Fort Lauderdale's home."

CJ took several pictures of the older motorcycle, with the retaining rock
wall and the Blue Ridge Mountains as a backdrop. After they had ridden the
Skyline Drive for a couple of hours, they switched to Route 33 which they
then followed until they stopped for lunch at Ruckersville. It was then, as
they were all looking at the images on his phone, he realized they'd
forgotten to ask the man his name.

"What did you think, guys? Did you enjoy it? Maybe next time we'll go all
the way to Charlottesville so you can visit Monticello." They'd just
ordered their food, Brett had gone to the men's room, and Cesar was sitting
alone with the two boys. He looked at CJ when he mentioned the possible
destination.

"That'd be sick, Dad. I'd love to see Jefferson's house. Maybe Harley can
come with us on that trip also?"

"Sure, but maybe Harley would like to join us next weekend first?" Cesar
liked his son's friend.  Harley appeared to be a solid, if slightly hyper,
kid. He wanted to encourage CJ to make friends his own age.

"What's going on next weekend?" CJ wasn't aware they had anything planned.

"Papa and I talked to Tommy and JP last night. Doc finally cleared him to
get out on the catamaran again. They invited us to go out on the PP
Saturday morning, spend the night on the river, and come back Sunday. Think
your parents would let you join us, Harley?"

"They better! That would be frickin' awesome! I may never leave your place,
CJ. Bruh, the day I met you was my lucky day."

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