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INTRODUCTION:
WHAT WAS HE / SHE THINKING?
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by Chris Crutcher
SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE
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by Joseph Bruchac
MOONING OVER BROKEN STARS
WANT TO MEET
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by James Howe
MEETING FOR REAL
by Ellen Wittlinger
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by Rita Williams-Garcia
SEAN + RAFFINA
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by Terry Trueman
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by Terry Davis
MARS AT NIGHT
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LAUNCHPAD TO NEPTUNE
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l0VE
or Something Like It
by Chris Crutcher
My name is John Smith, and though Im aware that an overwhelming number of men use my name to check in to motels
they shouldnt be checking in to, I try to be a man of virtue. Okay,
Im sixteen; a boy of virtue. On the surface, with one exception,
I couldnt seem more average if I lived in Kansas and drove my
Ford Taurus to my job at the John Deere dealership five days a
week. Im five feet ten and a half inches tall with dark brown hair
and light brown eyes. I weigh a hundred fifty-three pounds. My
grade point average is a 2.5 out of a possible 4.0, and Ive never
had a grade lower than a D+ or higher than a B. Average guys
should be calling me average. But I said there was one exception,
and this is it: My face is so handsome it hurts. If People magazine knew I existed, theyd swarm this town like bumblebees on
a turned-over honey truck right before their Beautiful People
issue came out.
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every time I get involved with a girl. As I said, I have learned that
lying is a bad thing. I dont cheat on my homework anymore, and
I dont shoplift like I did for about a month there in grade school,
filling my pockets with SweeTarts and Tootsie Pops. If a cop
stops me and asks if I know how fast I was going, I tell him. When
my football coach asks if I followed the summer workout regimen, out comes the truth, whether it means running a mile after
practice every day or not.
But when any of my old girlfriends asked if I was ever
attracted to anyone else, I looked her right in the eye with an
expression that said, ME?! and told her unequivocally she was
the only one I ever thought of. I mean, I spoke in italics. Now,
for reasons I may or may not go into here, I was a virgin each
and every time I told that whopper, so while I wasnt breaking
the adultery commandment, I was setting records alone in my
room coveting to beat the band, and whatever else. At first that
would be as far as it went, but then (and I hate to say it, but its
because Im so darn good-looking) some girl who was also into
coveting would come along and start telling me her problems,
because I seem to have a sign on my flawless forehead that says
Tell Me How Awful Your Life Is, and I Will Save You (which I
have since been told comes from having an alcoholic mother),
and I would set about saving her. Only the next thing Id know,
wed make some secret unspoken agreement that the best way
to save her was to have my hands all over her and my tongue in
her mouth. I guess maybe my behavior around my current girlfriend would change because shed start asking more and more
often if I ever thought about anyone else, and then it would turn
into was I messing with anyone else and, well... eventually, the
girl followed my integrity right out that window. When I turned
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spent the last six months covering the same old territory in her
own life and thought her therapist might enjoy the divergence. It
seemed like such a good deal I was considering majoring in business when I go to college.
Think bankruptcy.
Our first meeting was at the Frosty Freeze only hours before
her next appointment.
Wanda said, So tell me about your mother.
What?
Your mother. Tell me about your mother.
Why would I tell you about my mother?
Thats the first thing any therapist wants to know. Trust me.
If I dont give her that information, shell just tell me to come
back and get it. Any therapist worth her salt has to know about
your mother.
I felt like I did wearing that gown they gave me when I stayed
overnight in the hospital having my tonsils out. My butt was
exposed.
Well, nothings free. Lets see. She works as a checker at
Walmart and cleans houses on her days off and on weekends.
She does some of the light bookwork for my dads business. She
always has dinner ready on time and keeps the place cleaned up;
you know, laundry and dishes and all that.
Do she and your dad have sex?
I dont know! How would I know that? Your therapist would
want to know that?
She patted my hand. Take it easy. People do that, you know.
So, she works outside the home, cleans and does laundry, gets
ignored by your dad. Does she have sex with you?
Im up. I mean, Im up. Standing over Wanda, who looks at
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How come?
Well, I mean, whats in it for me? What do I get out of it? Look
at you. Youre going to figure out how to have a good relationship
with a girl and go off and find one. Where does that leave me?
She stood up. Tears rimmed her eyes. God, I hadnt even thought
this might be hard for her. Wanda Wickham traditionally went
out with guys at least four years older. Guys in the army. Guys
with kids. And wives. From a heat standpoint, she was so far out
of my league we were playing a different sport.
I said, Wait
No, she said back. Im sorry. This isnt your fault. I didnt
think Id... Fall in love.
WHAM!
In a court of law on trial for my life, I couldnt tell you what
sequence of events took place in the following few minutes, but
the next thing I remember we were kicking the windows out of
my fathers 1979 Chevy pickup from the inside and I had passed
up double-A ball and triple-A ball and landed in the majors.
Wanda pulled her blouse back on and looked at me. Tears
welled up. Oh, she said. What have I done now?
What do you mean? I think
I dont give myself to a man unless I love him, she said. But
I promised myself that next time I wouldnt do it until he loved
me back.
Well, uh
Dont, she said, putting two fingers to my lips. I know you
dont want to lie, and I dont want to hear any more lies. This
wasnt your fault. Ill deal with it.
But
Shhh.
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said offending member to your leg and padlock your zipper shut.
Midnight to six in the privacy of your room is the only time it gets
to breathe.
Can you believe that sounded good?
And one more thing; when you think you have even the tiniest inkling why trying to save your mother and trying to save the
hypothetical Wendy Walkman felt exactly the same, you call me
and well go out for coffee. Okay?
I thanked her as if she had led me to the Promised Land.
When I reached the door to her office, she said, John?
Yeah.
My goodness, you are a good-looking boy.
I hate to say this, I said, but I know it. And Im scheduling
plastic surgery for early next week.
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nEVEr Change
by Kelly Milner Halls
pinning the fur against the wall to keep from bumping his head.
Id swear on Jesus, if I thought it would get us out of this crappy
closet. Why are we in here?
Youre Jewish, I said, Your mommy is next door, and I
dont want to be interrupted. So swear on Moses or Hanukkah
or something like that. I mean it, Andy. If you want to hear the
secret, you have to swear. Its totally juicy.
Juicy like Wanda Wickham? he asked, leering as I nodded.
Sweet! Then I swear on the Bar Mitzvah I never had. I swear on
Aunt Esthers ugly black shoes. Just get on with it. Closets arent
part of my contract, little girl.
Little girl? I said, wedging my hips between Andys legs. Do
I look like a little girl to you? It was a hypothetical question. I
knew what he saw when he looked at meand he looked at me a
LOT. For Andy, hanging around was an excuse, not a chore. And
protection from a sixteen-year-old was the last thing on my mind.
Ive been watching you, I continued. You park your Honda
outside my bedroom window late at night, when you dont want
Mommy to see. Three girls in two weekswet kisses, your hands
under their blouses? I think youre a bad, bad boy.
Tell me something I dont know, Andy said, or Im outta here.
Wait, I said, putting my hand against his pecs. I could feel
his heart racing, a pierced nipple beneath the cloth. Thats not
the secret. I just wanted you to know Id seen you. But, trust me, I
totally understand.
Yeah, right, he said, pulling back from my hand. Like youd
know anything about that. Youve got ten seconds, kid.
Liar, I thought. You just closed your legs around my hips.
Youre not going anywhere, until I say go.
Ten seconds, I said. Now, how can I put this? I pulled
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All girls let guys cop a feel, he said. Big deal. Youve got five
seconds.
I ignored him. The guy couldnt stop thinking about me, I
said. But he wanted me to kiss him back. So the next time we
were alone, he bought me a puppy and taught me something new.
Oh, man, he said, laughing. His legs pulled me closer. Youve
still got the dog, so tell me, where did you
I interrupted, pressing my mouth against his.
Baby, he whispered. Baby. The magic word, like victory
flashing neon yellow. It says the game has shifted. Guy, nothing;
Wanda, the whole enchilada. Anything else he had to say disappeared with the flashlight on the closet floor. His tongue was
in my mouth before I could tell him the guys included my
foster dads.
Andy was nobody. The poor jerk had nothing I wanted, other
than a car. But messing with him taught me if I made all the
moves, I kept all the marbles. I didnt have to wait for some old
guy to get an itch. I strung Andy along for rides to school until
his Mommy caught me going down on him in the backyard. They
had me shipped off to a new foster home. So what. Theyre all the
sameboys and foster homes.
Four years and hundreds of dark places later, I could sniff
out hormones at a hundred paces. So when poor, heartbroken
Johnny Smith tiptoed up to my locker talking about some bogus
research project, the scent of sex was obvious.
Youre doing a research project for psychology on me? I
said, my inner yellow neon flashing. Sugar, I think youre doing
a research project on mefor yourself. I was almost sorry this
was going to be so easy. They say nothing lasts forever. I say some
things never change.
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his ankle or his leg. That was virgin territory for metrying NOT
to touch a guy that was pressing my buttons.
Its not your fault, I said. You dont have to be sorry.
Im not sorry for that, he said, putting his hand on top of
mine. Touching you was incredible. I liked that. Im just sorry it
made you feel bad. I know you havent had an easy life.
Another floodgate opened. For the next couple of hours, I
did something I never do. I told the truth. Hed seen the best of
me, naked and orally fixated in his fathers Chevy. Now hed seen
my ugly parts too. He heard about every crack-blurred dealer my
mother turned a blind eye to... every hand I let touch me after
they were through. Every ache and sorrow Id ever swallowed
was on the table. When that was done, panic was all I had left.
Listen, I said. Im gonna drive away now, but I want you to
promise me that if something happens, you wont blame yourself.
Something happens? Johnny said, worried sick. I hated him
for being so sincere. Something like what?
Dont worry about it, I said. Just promise.
Something like what? he said again, more loudly.
It doesnt matter, I said, feeling the balance starting to
return as I slid into my car. Just know it wont be your fault.
I do love you, Wanda, he said. I mean, I think I really do. You
havent been off my mind for five minutes since I saw you last.
I looked up at him, those warm brown eyes full of a tenderness Id never understand. And for a fleeting moment, I almost
believed him. Then I remembered all the dirt Id unloaded five
minutes earlier. Get serious, I told myself. There is no friggin way.
I smiled weakly. You couldnt love me, Johnny, I said, feeling naked to the soul. Because theres nothing about me good
enough to love.
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