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When He Smiles Ch. 1
Here in town you can tell he's
been down for awhile
But my god it's so beautiful when the boy
-- Anna Nalick, Breathe
YOU'RE GONNA GET SKIN cancer from doing that, you know,''
said a voice from above. I lazily opened one eye to see who was nudging me. Of course, there were
only two people in my life who were so dependent on coffee and cigarettes, and the mingling of both
those smells seemed to give the owner's identity away immediately.
``And you're going to get lung cancer from
doing that,'' I replied, pointing to the cigarette in Gerard's hand. He
just gave me a look before shaking his head. ``Anyway, what're you doing back here, Way? You're
blocking my sun.''
``There's someone moving in around the
``Yeah? Is she hot?'' Gerard didn't have
much luck with the girls, they thought he was too freaky. And I suppose he was a space case of
sorts. It made sense, then, that he was so excited every time a new girl moved in. They didn't know
him like the other girls in Belleville did.
``Well, I'm not one for afros. Or trouser
snakes--'' he began. I sat up from where I'd been tanning, cutting him off.
``She's a he?''
``Just like the song.''
I laughed and got to my feet. ``Well, looks
like it's up to us to welcome this newcomer to our humble neighborhood.''
``Jeez, has it really been that long?''
Gerard joked. Now it was my turn to give him a look, but I decided not to answer. The guy was almost
like a brother to me, but what I did in my spare time and with whom was none of his business. Sex
and Gerard had never crossed paths in my mind.
``Didja tell the others?'' I asked, brushing
grass off my black and white dolphin shorts. (Or, as Frank called them, ``those ugly-ass Richard
``Mikey told me, actually. He saw the van
while mowing the lawn. Mom wanted us to take some cookies over.'' Gerard rolled his eyes. ``Kinda
cliché if you ask me.''
``Since when is being polite cliché?
Besides, maybe he'll be cool and share the cookies with us.'' I nudged Gerard in the ribs.
``Wouldn't that be awesome?''
``You just want free food.''
``You know me too well.''
AN ORANGE AND WHITE U-Haul van was parked in
front of one of the neighborhood's bigger houses. The street where Gerard, Mikey and I lived was
pretty humble--that I wasn't lying about--but as soon as we turned the corner, we were in the Mecca
of old money. The house the family was moving into was two stories, and a nice cream color with a
brown trim and a brown roof. There was a driveway that, judging by the black wrought-iron gate, led
around to the back of the house. One of the windows on the upper level was decorated with a black
wrought-iron planter. Spilling out of the planter were purple flowers. Next to the door was a
fragrant Daphne bush.
No, not that Daphne. Get
your mind out of the gutter.
A woman I took to be the new kid's mother
stood beside the door, directing the movers. Mikey was waiting for Gerard and I as the two of us
walked up. Most of the time he seemed to have a blank expression on his face, but in the present
moment, his eyes held a hungry look in them. I couldn't blame him, his mom was a pretty damn good
``There you are, Maria,'' Mikey said in
greeting. ``Where were you?''
``Where else? Tanning.''
``You're gonna get skin cancer,
I rolled my eyes at Mikey's words. ``So
where is this guy you were telling me about, Gee?''
Gerard cast a look around their front yard.
``Dunno. Oh, wait, there he is.''
I looked in the direction Gerard pointed,
eyes widening as a boy came out of the house. He was tall, dressed in a black t-shirt, jeans,
sneakers, and an olive-green checkered cowboy shirt. And his hair was huge. I myself had curly hair,
and like the boy's, my curls were on the looser side. But my hair was nowhere near as big as his
``Holy shit! Look at that!'' I breathed.
``I…I wanna touch it.''
Gerard and Mikey both frowned at me. ``Are
you serious? You wanna touch his hair? After preaching to us about why we can't touch your hair, you
suddenly wanna touch his?''
``What can I say? It looks soft. I wonder
what products he uses…I'd kill to have that kinda body…''
From the corner of my eye, I could see the
brothers Way exchanging another look. Finally, Mikey said, ``Well, these cookies aren't gonna be
warm forever. Let's get this overwith.''
The three of us headed up the walk, then, to
introduce ourselves and to welcome the newcomer to our neighborhood.
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