Best of Mates
by Bruce
Costello
Big Red, thumb in jeans
pocket, wedges a boot in Jason’s door.
“Why aren’t you answering your phone?
You okay?”
“After last night?”
“Sorry, bro.”
“What the hell came
over you?”
“Dunno.” Big Red
stares at the doorstep. ”Guess I didn’t
like hearing about the bullshit Jodie put you
through.” He bites his lip. “I reckon I
just ...”
“You gave me a bloody
shock!”
“That why you took off
like a scalded cat?”
“You’re lucky you
didn’t wear a bunch of fives!”
“Yeah. And I would’ve
deserved it.”
“Do you think you
might be gay?”
“Nuh. Never done
anything like that before, never wanted to. You
know me. We’ve been mates since school.”
“Not like that.”
“Nuh.”
“You hugged me like I
was a woman, hand on my arse!”
“It wasn’t...it
was something else.”
“What?”
“Well, it’s like,
you’re kinda...special to me.” Big Red’s
voice is quivering. “We’re mates. You
look out for me and I cover your tail.”
“Piss poor choice of
words, bro.”
Big Red turns scarlet.
“Just joking,”
Jason grins, punching him lightly on the arm.
“Shit, you’re a big ugly hairy bugger.”
“Better than being a
hideous pint-sized chrome dome.”
“Prick.”
“Wanna go for a pint?”
“Sure.”
“Walk or take the
Harley?”
“Walk. Don’t want
you sitting behind me.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“You gotta show them
who’s boss, Jas!”
“Trouble with Jodie,
if you just slap her round a bit she turns into a
bloody wildcat.”
“Women, eh!”
“I’m over them.
Had enough of relationships.”
“Another pint, mate?”
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