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Two Can Play At This Game; Masters of the Mixed Message - Fight!
Topic Started: May 12 2009, 01:21 AM (418 Views)
Solomir
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“Peter! Wait up!”

Brian and Peter usually walked home after school. Most of their classmates lived a fair distance away from the school and needed to take the bus or be driven. It made sense; some parents would pay for a Catholic education for their children. Brian and Peter though, lived in the neighbouring area, about three blocks away from each other.

“What’s the hurry, man?” Brian said. Brian usually the first one finished class and ready to leave. Peter on the other hand usually took his time being a neat freak and organising his locker. Even when Peter was ready to go before Brian, he’d wait around so the two could walk together.

“My brother’s school’s band is doing a performance tonight, and I think I’m expected to go,” Peter replied. Brian could almost see the reluctance reflected in Peter’s eyes. That was a bit strange, since Peter usually loved to listen to the band play. It was a bit hard to think about that while trying to keep up with Peter’s pace, which seemed a bit faster than normal as well.

Peter and Brian had many things to talk about when they walked home. They’d been friends since kindergarten. That was seven years of sharing a great deal of their lives: school, church, scouts, and the frequent gatherings or parties both their parents liked to hold. Some days, the two would never stop talking about the latest game Peter started playing or what they had seen on TV recently, or news and gossip from school or church.

Sometimes though, the walk home would be reigned by silence. Today was one of those days. Brian didn’t hate it when the conversation died out. It gave him time to appreciate his friend beyond the words that came out of his mouth. Things like his confident stride, his happy outlook, or his strange choice of clothes.

The two hadn’t really talked about it yet, but Brian was pretty sure that Peter was going to go to the same high school as his brother did. Seventh grade was where the Catholic elementary schools around Vancouver finished. St. Thomas More Collegiate, Brian had heard, had tough entrance exams and they enrolled only a handful of students each year. Regardless, Brian was willing to do what it took to be able to go to the same high school as his best friend.

Brian was a bit lost in thought and almost didn’t notice that they had reached the intersection that the two parted to head home. There was something he needed to do today. As long as he had the guts to do it….

“Hey Peter, wait a sec,” Brian called out. He put his bag down and rummaged through it for a moment. “Gimme your hand, I have something for you.” Peter had a cute confused look on his face, and then slowly stretched his hand out toward Brian.

Brian’s hands were quick at tying knots. This made it easy to tie the woven piece of string around Peter’s wrist before he could pull it back. “What are you doing?” Peter asked, still with the cute confused face.

“It’s a friendship bracelet,” Brian said sheepishly. He didn’t want to look up at Peter; maybe he’d think that the bracelet was cheesy or girly. “My little sister had a book about making them, so I just decided to try it out. So now you have one,” Brian pointed at the bracelet of woven string tied around Peter’s wrist, “and I have one.” Brian pulled out the other bracelet he had put into his bag. He fumbled with the ends for a short moment before he managed to tie it around his own wrist. “So we have a pair, and we’ll be friends forever.”

“That’s really cool stuff, Brian,” Peter said, looking at the bracelet. “Friends forever, of course.” Peter’s smile was one of the things that made Brian feel both good and queasy at the same time. It was kind of like what they called ‘butterfly in the stomach’ that he saw in some books. “Anyway, I gotta head home now. Thanks again for this.”

Brian watched Peter walk down the street for a few moments before turning down the other street to head home. As he walked, he took another long look at the bracelet that he had tied to his arm.

Brian hoped that nobody would notice the little hearts that were woven into the pattern of their bracelets.
V5


B036: Benjamin Ward: "Sh-shut the fuck up. Or I'll k-kick your ass."
B047: Marcus Leung: "Let's start by staying calm."


V4

Rest in peace

B004 - Peter Siu: "We're all fuck-ups."
G006 - Tiffany Baker: "Will you stay with me, until I wake up?"
G027 - Marybeth Witherspoon: "The cameras are pointing here, not there."
B115 - Tony Russo: "I'm sorry...."
G087 - Rachel Gettys: "I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell."
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Solomir
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Peter was not a fan of Valentine’s Day. It seemed to be a day for people to either flaunt to everyone else that they were in a relationship, or for people to get depressed because they didn’t have anything to flaunt. Peter fell into the latter category. Not for lack of effort; Peter just was very selective of his prospects.

Which didn’t really explain why he had invited Brian to go to the arcade with him tonight. Well, they didn’t really have anything to do today anyway, plus the arcade would be less busy since people should be doing other things today. There was nothing wrong with spending time with one’s best friend… even if it was Valentine’s Day… right?

Peter had a suspicion that Brian was up to something. Ever since they started eighth grade, Brian had started acting a little bit strangely. Sometimes, he’d make up some lame excuse to not walk home with Peter after football practice, even though Peter was willing to wait for practice to finish. Maybe not entirely made up, as Brian would have reason to need to do some extra workouts after practice or have errands to run. Then on the days that they did walk home together, Brian would sometimes lean close to Peter and drape his arm over Peter’s shoulders; Peter just chalked this up to too much time fraternizing with his football teammates.

The two ended up spending an inordinate amount of time and money at the arcade. It had been way too long since they had last had a chance to go; football and band practice kept getting in the way. But their twenty dollars of arcade money disappeared far too fast. Maybe they just needed to practice their dancing skills on easier songs…

It wasn’t a long bus ride back to their neighbourhood, and before long, Peter and Brian found themselves walking through the park several blocks away from their homes. Peter checked his watch: still early for a Saturday night. This was as good a time as any to say what he was waiting to say.

“You remember the old days?” Peter asked wistfully, “when we would play in this playground and pretend we were superheroes and stuff?” Peter pointed over at the playground off in the distance, faintly visible in the night.

“You were a terrible superhero. You’d use your powers to blow up things instead of actually helping people. You know… what superheroes do,” Brian said. A smile crossed his face. “And you always made me a sidekick, while you took all the glory of beating the bad guys and blowing up everything in between.”

Peter laughed and lightly punched his friend in the shoulder. “Not my fault you’re boring and unimaginative.” The two had slowed down their pace, and Peter decided to stop and rest on a nearby bench. “Seriously, you can’t even pick out the constellations at night.”

“I’m not crazy. I don’t see dragons and archers and bears in the night sky.”

“That’s not the point. It’s about patterns and symbols and- ah why do I even bother explaining?” Peter threw his hands up in mock exasperation. “You wouldn’t understand subtlety unless it came up and punched you in the face,” Peter chuckled as he tilted his head upward to face the black sky. It was a clear night, and Peter could see some of the brighter stars in the sky. “I miss that too. Stargazing.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while since we did that,” Brian sighed. “It was a great way to waste time when we were camping, wasn’t it?”

“It sure was…” Peter trailed off slowly. A moment of silence hung between the two friends. Brian shifted uncomfortably and Peter noticed with a pang of guilt that Brian was still standing by the bench while Peter was sitting down. “Speaking of wasting time,” Peter said, “why don’t you sit down for a bit and we can go back to the old times. The view from here isn’t too bad and the streetlights are too far to make it hard to see.”

Peter did have quite the imagination. Brian would take a seat and the two of them would point aimlessly at the stars and the passing airplanes, attempting to name them one at a time. They’d joke around like they were in elementary school, and talk about the fun times they had when they’d gone camping. It was a cool night, and Peter hadn’t worn a particularly thick jacket; Brian on the other hand was wearing a warm winter jacket, which was probably big enough to keep them both war if they squeezed together-

“Naw man,” Brian said after a long pause. This was a surprise. “It’s getting late, and I told my parents I’d be home soon.” Brian pulled up his arm and checked his watch. “And there’s church tomorrow too, so I should probably get some sleep tonight instead of tomorrow during mass.”

“Oh,” Peter said. He hadn’t considered that Brian might say no. “Uhh…” Peter thought for a moment, but he couldn’t think of anything to say to convince Brian to stay. “See you tomorrow, I guess….”

“Yea, see ya.” Brian turned and headed home. Peter watched him leave, still trying to think of something to say. He felt a bit sad that Brian wasn’t sticking around a little bit longer, but he wasn’t one to voice these feelings.

It wasn’t until Peter was back home and in bed that he realized what he forgot to say to Brian before he had left.

“Thanks for tonight.”
V5


B036: Benjamin Ward: "Sh-shut the fuck up. Or I'll k-kick your ass."
B047: Marcus Leung: "Let's start by staying calm."


V4

Rest in peace

B004 - Peter Siu: "We're all fuck-ups."
G006 - Tiffany Baker: "Will you stay with me, until I wake up?"
G027 - Marybeth Witherspoon: "The cameras are pointing here, not there."
B115 - Tony Russo: "I'm sorry...."
G087 - Rachel Gettys: "I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell."
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