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...shut the hell up!"
Apparently my screaming takes him just as much off his guard as it does me. The words settle between us, a moment of silence as the world obeys my command. I rotate on my heels, spinning towards the cold fall wind and away from him.
"...Dude..."
"No! Not this time. No 'dudes' or 'mans' or any of that. You shut up and you listen!"
Oh my god, it's working...
" 'Even Hitler had love?' Man, what the hell kind of friend ARE you?! I break my back for you, and you're all 'oooh, hey, look, I know it all!'"
I can't help it, I'm not even sure I'm doing it, but I may just be pacing.
"...Dude..."
"Noooo! Noooo! NO DUDE! All I ask for the endless shit-stream that is YOU is for you to at least PRETEND to listen, not even so much as UNDERSTAND!"
This is almost fun!
"...no, DUDE..."
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!"
"...we missed the bus..."
My neck cranes slowly. He's joking, right? Clouding the sky, the waves of white exhaust whisk the flaming leaves high into the air like embers against the wind.
Yes. Yes we did...
I take my time turning to face him, baby steps. Baby steps. First rubbing my hands against my cheeks, rosey with a mix of enviromental reactions and childish embaressment. Forcing me into a march, he wraps his arm around me. Every move of his is echoed with the sound of his jogging suit. I hate that sound, the scratch with every move. It works for him.
"What were you saying, man?" Coy, cunning, ambigious. That smile of his is either a work of pure innocence or the evilest god-damn thing ever. "Look, man, if you've ever gotta say something, just tell me, right? That's what buds do, we listen."
"...yeah..."
Broken leaves trail behind us, in our futile walk towards the bus.
I -really- dunno if I like this, but it's 3:30, so gimme a break. Same guys from 'Even Hitler'