Jeff and Evan slowly became friends over the next few months. Jeff would come hang out in the tree house a few days a week.
Evan pulled out his cellphone and glanced at Jeff who was reading War of The Wasteland – Aliens #231. “What’s your digits?” he was poised to enter the numbers in. “Aaarrrrhhhh.” Jeff groaned in response as he set the open comic book down. “I got grounded real bad for not taking care of the cat. And my mom said if I can’t take care of a cat then I can’t take care of a cellphone. And she took it away.” “But you still have a number though, right?” Evan still held his phone. “Nope.” Jeff picked back up the comic book. “She quit paying for it.” “Harsh.” Evan replied as he put the phone away. “Tell me about it.” Jeff muttered. “Ok, well did you notice Jennifer Enind today?” Evan changed the subject. “Yeah.” Jeff chuckled. “I thought she looked kinda…” “You like her?!?” Jeff set the comic down again. “No way! She dresses like she came from outer space. Have you met her mom? She’s the original space case herself.” “That’s kind of mean.” Evan felt defensive. “Her dad is one of those U.F.O. mystery conspiracy guys. I went over there once, she asked me to come over. Their whole house is filled with this anti-technology stuff. They don’t have the internet or a tv. She reads, and she makes all her own clothes. That’s why she looks like that.” “That’s not kinda impressive? She makes her own clothes?” Evan was a little offended. “Sure it is. But when it’s because the government of some foreign country or even ours planted a listening device in your underwear, it’s a bit much.” “You’re making that up.” Jeff held up his hand in the scout salute, “I promise you, I’m not.” Evan decided to reconsider and put Jennifer on the back burner for a while. “I wanted to go out hiking at Donner’s Park.” “Saturday?” Jeff turned the page of the comic book. “Yeah. I’ll pack the food, we can go at 10 or 11 be back by 6 or 8. That way you’re home before 10 for your mom.” “She wont mind, it’s Saturday.” Jeff waved it off. “I’ll just tell her I’m sleeping here.” “Ooo!” Evan exclaimed. “That would be cool.” Jeff looked up, “Get your mom to say it’s ok.” Evan climbed down the rope ladder and walked in through the kitchen. He noticed his mother was pouring over the old family albums, just as he had been the past week. She liked the past and history through photographs and old films. The books started as early as 1897, she was up to the 1980’s now. “Mom.” he interrupted her. She closed the book she was looking at and set it back in the storage box. Turning her full attention to her son. “Can Jeff sleep over Saturday?” “I don’t think I’ve ever met Jeff. I’ve only heard about him.” She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, “I have to start dinner now, Chicken alright?” “We had that last night.” Evan complained. “Well if I bring him in and you meet him can he stay here? Just up in the tree house, he doesn’t have to sleep inside.” Evan’s mother turned around with a scolding look on her face. “I doubt very much your friend is a dog. He’s more than welcome to sleep inside if that’s what he wants. But first I have to meet him.”Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141