Saturday Conversations Morning
Saturday August 14th @ 11:00 AM -
The Creek.
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Bart and Will are sitting with their backs to the old log. Just
relaxing under the shade of one of three trees that grow in their
private area down by the running water. The creek's water level is down
from spring, it's been dry this year. It's been a lazy kind of morning.
When Will showed up at the house a short time before, they decided to
head down to the creek, hoping it would be a little cooler.
Bart is idly flipping small stones into the water. "Will,
this is
something serious. I don't know if you should be messin around with it."
"I'm not talking about doin somethin stupid. I don't mean we should
organize some sort of ceremony, but this is a perfect reason to have a
... don't wanna say party, cause that's not what I really mean. ... No,
more like a celebration. You know let them know we're all happy for
them!" Bart still isn't convinced, "But they know that already. It's
just that Mark is such a quiet guy. I'm not sure how comfortable he'd
be. Steve on the other hand, he'd probably like the idea."
Will, who is far from giving up, "Tell you what let's ask
TK's
grandma. She should be able to give us some idea." "Okay, I'll agree to
that, as long you don't start goin' fucking crazy before that. We got
lots of time. SO just slow down this ONE time." Will smiles, "Okay
already. I'll wait THIS time. But then we're gonna go see Mrs. King
today or tomorrow."
Bart stares at the water, "Will, checked my e-mail this morning.
Was
kinda surprised to see you posted some poems. When were you gonna tell
me about 'em." Will answers, "I wanted to surprise you." "You did. ...
Thanks for dedicating them to me. ... I was wonderin why you did it.
Don't get me wrong, I'm okay with the whole idea. But, ... Oh I don't
know, why ... It's like I was a little embarrassed." "I'm sorry. If you
don't want me to, I won't do it again. It's just I wanted to let
everybody " he turns to look at Bart and continues softly, "know how I
feel about you. Fuck, if it were up to me, I'd let the whole fucking
world know."
"Will, I really liked it, and all. Shit, I'm probably just
bein a
little self conscious about it." Glancing back at Will then the water,
"What I really mean is ... sorta how ... It's just that I can't do stuff
like that. When you write somethin, it's like you're letting other
people see inside of ya. ... I tried writing a story once but it ended
up sounding like shit. Even tried to write a poem, but that turned out
like shit too. ... I gotta problem putting how I feel inta words." "You
don't seem to have any problem to me." "Shit, you don't count. ... I
don't know let's just skip it for now."
Bart stands up to stretch his legs. He walks over to the water
and
picks up some more stones. returning to the spot next to Will who is
unusually quiet. This can be a good sign or not. "Will, I know said that
we should skip it for now, but I wanna add one thing. ... When I read
the poems, it made me feel so unbelievably proud of you ... and us. It
just took me surprise that's all." Bart reaches over to Will and cradles
his hand in his own.
"Bart, could I read what you've written. I promise to
keep it
between just you and me." "If you really want to, but I told you it's
shit. ... By the way, how's your mom." "She's doin' better. The
therapist is stopping by later. We all gotta be there. She's gonna go
over all the exercises my ma's gonna havta do." "Ya wanna come over? My
mom said that she hasn't seen you in a couple days." Bart glances at
Will, "I suppose so. ... Think we could go fishin later? We haven't gone
in weeks. It seems like we're never alone any more." "Yeah, it's not
like we're not together, but there's always someone else there too."
Bart leans over and kisses Will. "Do you think you can sleep over
tonite? Bet Zack'd let us use the screen house. He doesn't have to sleep
there every nite."
Will lays down looking up at the clouds through the tree
branches.
"We can check when we go back to my house. ... This is the first time
we've been alone in a week." Suddenly a shadow blocks the clouds, Bart
looks into Will's eyes, "Yeah, I know." He continues moving closer till
their lips touch in a slow, deliberate kiss that hides the urgency he
feels. Will's fingers start running through Bart's hair. Taking a break
just long enough to whisper, "This is more like it.", Will kisses Bart
hard and furious.
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