explains why Iâve let Brad talk me into coming over my house twelve days later, to conduct his so-called séanceâ¦
Though heâs late.
He was supposed to meet me in front of Hardeeâs up on John R across from Farmer Jackâs at 8:30 PM. Which is where we always meet each other, halfway between both our houses. But looking at my watch now, itâs almost 8:40 PM.
Ten minutes later he pulls up on his 24" lime green Schwinn 10-speed, a look of terror on his face. âYou afraid Jasonâs gonna get you or something?â I ask. âOr maybe Michael Meyers?â Considering tomorrowâs Halloween, it seems more fitting.
âShut up, Mr. Still-Sleeps-With-a-Night-Light-On!â Brad retaliates. Like a Total Baby. Then he whines, âI totally got egged on my way over here.â He shows me the yellow splatter on the back of his green and gold Warrior Marching Band windbreaker.
âYouâre the one who wanted to leave your house on Devilâs Night,â I remind him.
âToday!â Brad indicates for me to hop on the back of the hand-me-down he recently got from his sister Janelleâs boyfriend, Ted. The frameâs a bit rusty and the brakes kinda squeak. The tires are also a little wobbly. But at least Bradâs got a way to get to his job at Country Boyâs and to my house whenever he wants.
I climb on back of the torn leather seat, taking care not to get egg yolk all over my navy blue hooded sweatshirt I got at Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp the Summer before last. Suddenly Brad snaps, âWatch it!â Totally scaring the crap out of me.
âWhat the Hell is your problem?â I wonder.
âYou wanna get stabbed?â He shows me the Ginsu steak knife heâs got tucked into his back jeans pocket. Which I canât even believe heâs actually wearing in public.
About a week ago, Brad had a little accident while doing his laundry. After spilling an entire cup of Clorox on the left knee of his new black jeans, instead of pitching them in the trash or giving them to Goodwill or the Salvation Army like any normal person would, he decided to get creative. By dipping the entire left pant leg in a bucket of bleach, thus turning them white! Then when he came waltzing into Old Lady McKenzieâs Civics class the next day feeling all fashionable, she took one look down her nose at him and groaned, âWhat is that? â
Which is what I ask Brad now, with regards to the Ginsuâ¦Though I can only imagine why heâs brought it along.
âFor Protection.â
âOh, Bradâ¦You are sooo dramatic,â I sigh. Then I grab hold of his waist for dear life and we begin pedaling down the block.
Back at my houseâ¦
We start the so-called séance by placing the cut out non-naked photos of JEHâcompliments of Big Boobs Janelle and Teen Beat magazineâaround a makeshift shrine of candles weâve set up on the floor in front of my TV. Then we put a very special record on my turntableâ¦Bonnie Tylerâs âHolding out for a Hero.â Which happens to be the theme song from the JEH/Jennifer OâNeill Cover Up TV show, in case youâre not aware.
âGod, he was a Total Babe!â Brad gushes. Like a Total Girl. âWasnât he, Jack?â
Looking at all the photos spread out on display in front of me, thereâs no denying that Jon-Erik Hexum was an attractive man. With his dark curly hair, chiseled jaw, and sculpted muscular bodyâ¦But I say nothing.
âIf you were a girl, would you think he was a babe?â asks Brad.
âIf I was a girl? â I reply. âSure, I would.â
I watch as Brad pulls out a purple Bic lighter from his denim duffle bagâthe one he made himself in Mrs. Woodâs 7 th grade Sewing. One by one, he begins lighting the candles. Making the room even more ooky-spooky as they reflect off my TV screen.
âGod, I loved his voice!â Brad gushes again.