JOEY:
??????
I crack up at the mental image of him trying to cover the tent in front of his pants. Man, I hope he’s with his parents. That would be amazing.
JOEY:
Why are you at the mall? Reliving your high school days? Trying to pick up a high school chick?
NICK:
Fuck you. I did not pick up chicks at the mall in high school. I was getting blowies under the stadium bleachers like the other football players.
JOEY:
Classy. You’re a real class act.
NICK:
Like you weren’t doing the same thing in the ice rink!
Thinking back on those years, I can say that is one thing I never did. I never hooked up at the rink.
JOEY:
Nope, some of us didn’t have time for shenanigans. I was busy trying to keep my brother out of juvie. And the ER.
NICK:
You never fooled around in the bleachers? Or the locker room?
JOEY:
Nope.
NICK:
Well, we’re fixing that. Pronto.
I chuckle and shake my head.
JOEY:
The season is over.
NICK:
Look at all the fucks I don’t give. You’re not graduating without at least getting your dick sucked in that building. It can’t happen.
JOEY:
WTF is wrong with you?
NICK:
IDK but you seem to like whatever it is so that says more about you than it does about me.
I sigh and lean my head back against the seat.
