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Everything Jake #833 Junior Year The Sticky Hickey Situation By M.D. Rosenzweig Jake had packed his things in the car with the idea in mind that Faith would have a lot of stuff to bring home too. He left half the trunk and most of the backseat, a Jetta can fit a lot of stuff if you smartly pack it, especially his model. When she came out with only a duffel bag and a goofy girn his first reaction was to frown, but then he realized, I’m driving home with Faith Robbins, the girl who I may marry. Jake got out of the car, and in a tremendously chivalrous act, took her duffel and put it in the trunk himself. He then opened the door for her, stealing a little kiss before letting her our of his hands. “One for the road”, he smiled. She smiled back, her eyes not leaving his until he closed the door for her. The air was frozen, Jake saw his breath before he exhaled it, but that didn’t matter much. His insides were on fire. “So you nervous about meeting my cousin, Faith?” They had been on the road almost three hours, mostly in silence, just enjoying being with each other. Faith’s hand was nested on Jake’s thigh, right above the knee. Jake didn’t mind. He wanted her to stay like that forever. “As nervous as you are having coffee with my mom and brother?” “I like you brother, but my Uncle Bobby… he’s a pisser.” “A pisser?” “A genuine pisser. Mitchell is okay, he’s kind of like a surfer dude. Laid back, hang ten kinda guy.” “Weren’t you a surfer guy in eleventh grade?” “No, I wore surfer clothes, but I’ve only been actual surfing once.” “Gilgo Beach?” “No, Long Beach, why?” “I surfed Giglo a couple of times.” “What? When did Faith Robbins ever go surfing?” “Come on, Jake, you don’t know everything about me…” “I know more than I did a couple weeks ago…” “Oh, hush…” “A lot more, actually…” “I don’t think talking dirty right now is going to help you concentrate on the road.” “It’s a straight road. Jetta knows the way. We can do more than talk dirty.” “It’s cute how you call your Jetta, ‘Jetta’, like a caveman or something.” “It’s the car’s name. I didn’t make it up.” “It told you?” “Yes.” She patted his leg once and brought her hand back and shook out the stiffness, then placed it back exactly where it came from. “So you want to do more than talk dirty?” She inched her hand up his thigh and Jake kind of squirmed away from it. “Whoa, no, hey there, I was just messing with ya, Faith…!” She put her hand back on his thigh. “Be careful what you wish for, Jake Bruno, you might just get it.” Jake’s heart came back down to normal speed after one Chili Peppers song and one Green Day song. There was no good radio to be found on the way back from upstate to Long Island. Macho, Cool Jake was steaming. We’ve never gotten a hand job in the car before. What the hell are you so afraid of? Wuss Jake frowned. We tried jerking off once on the way home—That doesn’t count, Macho, Cool Jake interrupted. Here is the girl we’re so-called almost in love with, she wants to pleasure us on the way home to break up the monotony of the car ride, and we back away. I’m so ashamed to be part of this monkey shit operation. Haven’t you, Wuss Jake responded, with his slightly prissy demeanor, haven’t you ever heard of the kid whose girl was giving him head on the way home and he closed his eyes, and when he opened them it was to the headlights of a Semi? They died. Not a bad way to go, and plus, Macho smugly said, that’s head, this is a hand job, totally different worlds. Wuss Jake scoffed. “So you were an in-the-closet surfer chick in high school?” “You could say that. It was more of a training thing than anything.” “Oh, for your kung-fu?” “It’s more for karate, but yeah, remember the scene in the Karate Kid? Same thing, but I had a surf board. Worked on balance and stuff.” “You’re going to have to show me some moves.” “Anytime you want, Jake.” Jake didn’t really have anything else to add to the conversation about karate and fighting and stuff, his mind wandered to Jenkins’ Self-Defense Class. Self Defense Class seemed a very, very long time ago. Eons. Jake looked over at Faith, and thought about his botched attempt to rescue her and the fact that she remembers none of it. What did they do to her? How could they hurt such a beautiful girl like that? He thought about bringing up London and decided not to. He had already come to the conclusion that he would tell her the truth about Mercy, but might as well save that can of worms for a different time. “Cat got your thought?” “Hm?” “You looked like you were somewhere else for a second, Jake, you okay?” “Oh, yes, fine. Sorry.” “Where’dja go?” “Rather not talk about it, Faith, not right now.” “Okay, but I don’t mind hearing the ugly stuff. I know we’re… new... at this… but… you know… I want to be more of a part of you… if that makes any sense.” “It makes perfect sense, but, I don’t feel like talking about it, okay, baby?” “Hmm… no baby.” “Don’t like baby?” “Don’t like baby.” “How about honey?” “Honey’s not to bad.” “How about cutie pie monkey face?” “I can drop kick you, you know that, right?” “Sorry, sometimes I get carried away.” “I don’t mind.” “So… you said we were new… at this… what’s this?” “You know. This. Us.” “Us? There’s an us?” “Oh, Jake Bruno, come on.” “Well we never really talked about it.” “I didn’t think we had to.” “Well, let’s say, for instance, what would our anniversary be? The first time I kissed you?” “The first time you kissed me? Which time was that? High School?” “I was trying to forget about that. We can’t use the second time either, I guess.” “Second time? Where was I for that?” “In our first year. We had a party, after Halloween, I think, can’t really remember, but we gave each other some kind of nasty hickies.” “Oh. THAT time. Um… Kelly never told you?” “Told me what?” “Oh my God, you’ve gone through all this time and… I should actually be mad at you…” “What?!? What happened?” “Ask Kelly when we get back to school.” “I’m asking you, what happened?” “WE never really gave each other hickies.” “NO! I don’t understand…” “Kelly and Trish faked them to fuck with us.” “I’m floored. I’m honestly beyond words right now.” “I thought you knew.” “I didn’t. That’s really fucked up. Wow. I mean, holy shit wow.” Faith was smiling. Sure, she should be kind of upset at him for not really pursuing her then, or maybe he did, and that’s when she met LA Dick Weed. Her memory seemed a little cloudy lately, probably just this overwhelming Jake feeling she’s been having. And, in retrospect, it is kind of funny Kelly never told Jake about it. “It should be the morning of the storm. Our anniversary.” “So…. So… we’re a we now?” “I think we can say we’re a we now.” “So you won’t freak if I introduce you to my family as my bitch?” “I already told my mom that I was bringing my bitch home.” “So we’re each other’s bitches.” “Isn’t that from a movie?” “I don’t think so. Might be. But… I’m… I’m glad to be your bitch, Faith.” “Um…” “That sounded much worse out loud that it did in my head.” “It’s all good, you’re sweet. Not used to you being sweet, Jake, but it’s not going to be hard to get used to.” “Feel like stopping? There’s a rest stop about ten miles up ahead…” “Yeah, I have to pee pretty badly.” “Me too, and I could use some coffee…”    
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