That Boy

Shit. Shit.

Well, double shit.

We stare at each other for a second.

Crap. This is go

I've got to think of something quick.

Work, brain, work!

I see Da

All this, while he walks over to the door and unlocks it.

I am amazing and brilliant, I think.

Especially considering the fact that for the last two hours, my brain has been nothing but mush.

Da

She sees me sitting on his bed and grimaces, like she'd walked in on us naked.

She seems kinda angry, as she turns to Da

Although her voice is stern, there's a slight panic in it. I can only imagine what she thinks we were doing.

I mean she could be partially right. But what was going on was, you know, only for academical (I'm not sure if that's a real word or not) purposes.

REALLY!

However, I don't think we could explain it that way.

Da

He was only helping out his friend.

And he was really, really, really helpful.

So I lie easily, “We were just spying on Phillip, Mrs. D.” I hold up the binoculars i

She walks to the window and looks over at Phillip.

I give Da

He winks back at me.

“Okay, so why was the door locked?”

“Um, well,” I lie some more, “so no one came in and blew our cover. You can see how the hall light just lit this room up.” I sweep my arms out into a circle. I'm kind of getting into this.

Da

Only I hope he wasn't reading my mind earlier, I'm not sure I would want him to know the things I might have been thinking about Da

Uh, yeah.

“He keeps looking over here. He might know it's us.” Da

I go further with Da

But then I glance at Da

Shit!

I need to come up with something good to get her out of here fast!

Oh. I've got it. “We also caught him perusing some fairly entertaining websites.”

I don't say, As, in porn, but the way I have my eyebrows raised and a big grin on my face, I'm pretty sure she gets my drift because all of a sudden her face goes white and she looks embarrassed.

Apparently this was way too much information.

“Fine,” she says. “I'll leave the lights off, but the door stays open.” Thankfully, she goes back downstairs. Probably straight to the phone to call Mrs. Mac and get Phillip in trouble.

“Thanks,” Da

“Well, you caught up quick. The ducking was brilliant.”

“What can I say?” Da

A good kissing team is what I'm thinking, but I doubt that's what he's referring to.

“Um, I suppose I better get home. I uh, didn't leave a note or anything. I mean, I, uh, didn't expect this to take so long.”

Fu

You know, for practice's sake only!

“Come on, I'll walk you home,” Da

I follow him down the stairs and out the door.

“Uh, thanks for that and everything. I, um,” I stutter and wring my hands. “Da

“You know, I don't think so, Jay.” He shakes his head and hangs it in apparent sorrow.

I look shocked at that boy.

Then he continues with a sly grin, “It may take many more, long, grueling hours of practice for you to get it right. But,” he raises his hand to his heart, “I can tell you're committed to learning, so I'll just have to take one for the team and give you some more private lessons.”

I stare at that goofy boy.

“You know what they say, practice makes perfect. Let's see, how about every day after school?”

“Um, you have football practice,” I reply with a DUH in my voice.

“Damn,” he says, moving his arm in an 'aw shucks' fashion and snapping his fingers.

“But hey, you know, anything for a friend.”

“Da

“Ah, yeah,” Da

“It didn't seem like that long,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Never does. Um, let's not, you know, mention this to anyone.”

“DUH.”

“I doubt Brittany would approve of my tutoring you in this particular subject,” he laughs, referring to his sorta girlfriend.

“I think you're probably right. And you should know that I appreciate your selflessness in my time of need.”

“You'll do fine on your date.” He kisses me on the cheek, throws his arm around my shoulder, and says in a practiced Southern drawl, “JayJay dar-lin', when you're ready ta move on past kissin' and want ta do some more practicin', you just come and see ol' Uncle Da

Oh jeez, now he's British.

I just shake my head at him. He really cracks me up.

“You're sick. You know that?”

“Yeah, well, that's why you love me,” is his smart ass reply.

We are at my front porch now and I just smile, shake my head at that boy, and walk in my front door.

Up in my room, I lie on my bed and close my eyes. My lips feel all tingly. In fact, I feel like we're still kissing. I think it's kind of like when you've been on a boat all day and even though you're off it, you still can feel it rocking.

I'm really looking forward to my date now.

When Phillip calls me at ten o'clock for our nightly phone call, I tell him I have a headache and am going to sleep. I don't want to ruin the way I feel with mindless conversation.

Da

We haven't left because we are still trying to figure out what we're going to do tonight.