I was so happy to see Jonathan laugh. He had been through so much in less than 10 hours I had known him. I hated to think the stuff he went through in his life daily. I stared at him with a smile, and he saw me do it too. "What are you so happy about?" Jonathan said which brought me back down to earth, so to speak. I was in total panic, so I made something up. "Ummm... I was... just.. ummm... wondering why you call him head," I said as I look about the room and then look at the guy named 'Head' when he started to speak to me.
"I've got such a big head, I mean look (grabs a baseball cap from off the ground next to him and tries to put it on) it doesn't fit," Head said. I couldn't help but laugh. But it woke up the guy that was sleeping and I kicked myself for laughing. "Sorry," I said to him as he sat up and looked about the room with sleepy eyes.
"Hell, he had to wake up some time," said one of the guys with a laugh, he was playing with his guitars. He wore a long navy and baggy shirt and matching pants. He also had his baseball cap sideways. "Let me introduce you to everyone," started Head as he stood up and walked over to the bed, "This lazy excuse for a man is David" he sarcasticly said as he got lazy and slurred profanities from David in the background. "This is my good friend James also known as Munky cause of his appearance," Head went on with his sarcasm as he then made his way to the coffee table, where the guys were jamming. "And this is our Michael Jackson fan cause he thinks that he himself is black, the one and the only Fieldy," Head said with giggles here and there as he fought off Fiedly's punches.
"Then you have Jonathan over there, sitting next to you," Head said in a more normal voice. Everyone, except Jonathan blurted out in laughter. "Hey? Where's my commentary?," Jonathan said in a playful aggressive tone. Head seemed to me to be the clown in this groups of friends. Head was about to say something he had just thought up to say about him when Jonathan said, "Oh shit! (Looks at his watch) I got to go to work."
With that Jonathan got up and said his good byes to everyone in the room. As he was about to walk out of the room, he signalled for me to come over to him. Curious, I wondered from my seat and over to him. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Nothing, nothing," he said as he looked about the street infront of the house for any of the jocks from school. I stood there a bit confused for a moment or two until his full attention was on me. "Listen," he started "would it be okay if I came over to your place after I finished work?" I didn't expect that. But hey? I didn't mind him to pay me a visit. "Yeah sure. Just let me go get a pen and paper," I said and then ran back into the room to retrieve a piece of paper and a pen.
Searching through my denim blue bag, I found a pen and ripped some paper out of my history note book. I sat down on the lounge where I previously sat and scribbled down my address. Running back to Jonathan, knowing that he had to go to work, I gave him the piece of paper. "Here you go, see ya later hopefully," I said to him. "Bye," he said and started to walk down the street to where ever he worked. Then it hit me. 'Where DID he work?' I thought. Walking back to the lounge, I noticed that the rest of the guys were now at either a guitar or at the drums. "What are you guys doing?," I asked David who sat at the drums.
"Didn't Jonny old boy tell ya?" he started. I shook my head not knowing what the hell they were talking about. "We're a band," he finished. I raised my eyebrows. "Wicked," I said and sat down to listen to them jam. After an hour or so of jamming, the guys had stopped and were now at the back of the house, sitting on the freshly mowed grass. I was also with them. I had never had so much fun with guys in general. I was always too nervous to talk to anyone especially guys, but I felt no pressure around these guys.
It was about 8pm when there was a knock on the side gate of the house. Munky sat up and walked over to see who it was. As he opened it up, I saw that it was Jonathan who had just finished work. He didn't look too happy, so Munky put his arm around him as they walked over to the rest of us. Jonathan sat next to me and Munky and Head went back to their conversation. But as their talk went on, I felt Jonathan lean against me. As he did, he closed his eyes and breathed in my vanila splice perfume that I was wearing.
He rocked back and forward as he sat next to me. "What's wrong?" I whispered into his ear. "Why does death have to come to the young?" he started and then opened his eyes "Why can't it come to my step mother?". The rest of the guys heard what Jonathan had said and went silent. This made me confused and a little shocked at what he said about his step mother. I didn't want to ask or say anything seeing that whatever it was made Jonathan sad.
Instead I put my arm around him. "C'mon, you still wanna come over my place?" I asked Jonathan. Without saying a word, Jonathan nodded and we both stood up. "I'll see you guys tomorrow at school," I said to the other four guys and aided Jonathan to the garage room.
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