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Getting To The Good

By "J"

October, 2000 ©

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter IX



Duane stepped into the room, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of Craig and I, semi-nude, scrambling to cover-up. I dived off the bed and pulled my shorts back on.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" Duane asked.

Craig leaned against a wall, arms crossed against his chest. "You know how it is, Big D. The kid's been on the dick for a while now."

Duane glanced at me, glanced back at Craig. Then, everything careened out of control. My brother dived at Craig, and the two fell to the floor, rolling, punching, and head butting to jockey for the top position. I had barely pulled up my shorts when this all began. I didn't want to get involved, and thanks to mom, I didn't have to.

"Duane! Stop that!" She went right over to Craig and Duane, swatting and kicking at them. "I mean it, boy. Cut it out, now."

Somehow, mom's admonishments ended the brawl. Craig stood, dusted himself and took off before anyone, including mom, could question him. Duane stood and paced.

"Duane Michael Diggs, I told you to come in here and get your brother to help bring in the groceries. Instead, you're rolling around on the floor with your best friend? What the hell is going on here?"

Duane, lips pulled tight, looked over at me. "He was doing something in here that he had no business doing."

My stomach dropped to my knees. Who was my brother referring to--me or Craig?

"Well, you know better than horse playing in the house. You could've broken something, boy. Or hurt yourself." Mom grabbed Duane's chin and looked closely at his face.

He backed away. "I'm all right, ma. I'm all right."

"Good. Now the both of you--come help me lug the rest of those groceries in the house." When mom passed me on the way out Duane's door, she stopped, staring at my shirt. "Boy, what...Why is your shirt soaking wet like that?"

She didn't notice Duane shaking his head, but I did. "I spilled some water on it. Let me change real quick." I didn't wait for her approval. I went into my room and collapsed against the door, almost hysterical. I took a few minutes and tried to pull myself together; unfortunately, mom was expecting me, so I couldn't take too long. I put on another shirt and hurried outside. After we brought all the bags inside, Duane and I retreated to our rooms. I followed Duane into his room and closed the door.

We spent several minutes in silence, staring at each other across the room as if looking at a mirror. The more I thought about it, I found that looking at my brother was like looking in the mirror--now more than ever.

"What you saw...I didn't--" I stopped. I could not tell Duane that Craig had sort of blackmailed me into giving him a blow job. He had already attacked Craig; that piece of information could no doubt send my brother into a murderous rage.

"Save it, Trace. Don't try to explain shit, OK? Cause I ain't hearing it. I don't WANT to hear it. And don't you even think about asking me shit, either."

"Duane, don't you think--"

"Hell, yeah, I DO think, which is more than I can say for your dumb ass. You left the fucking door unlocked. Mom could've been the first one to walk in here--"

"Don't even, Duane. If it had been an hour ago, your ass would be on the line."

Duane patted his leg, staring off into space. He was trying to cool off. "Fuck it. I'm not getting into it with you. Get out. Get out now."

I didn't have any fight left in me, even though I knew Duane and I would have to talk about what had happened sooner or later. On my way out of his room, I noticed some telling evidence and said, "You might want to toss that used condom in the trash." With that, I left...



 

 

 

Chapter X



After showering and changing clothes, I decided to go for a walk. Aimlessly, I ambled down Union Boulevard, cut across Adelaide and ended up on Jennings Station Road, not knowing where I was headed. So many thoughts swirled through my head that I couldn't even focus on one.

I knew one thing--I was confused as shit, and I wasn't alone. Craig and I hadn't talked about what happened between us the other night. Duane wasn't even speaking to me. He seemed disgusted at me, but why?
He was evidently doing a lot more with Craig than I was. My mind still leapt at the thought that Duane--my own brother--was into dudes, too.

We'd shared the crib as infants, and when he and my three other brothers were younger, Duane and I had even shared a room together. I'd known him all my life, but after what had happened, I had to question if I'd ever really known him. Shit. The way I responded to Craig the other night, I couldn't really say that I knew who the hell I
was.

"Excuse me." I'd been so lost in thought, I'd bumped into someone and knocked something out of his hand.

The stranger retrieved the book on the ground. "Ain't no thang."

I shared eye contact with him briefly, and I found myself thinking of teddy bears--his eyes were that soft kind of brown that made me want to cuddle him. I smiled, and he returned the gesture. His was a megawatt smile full of gapless white teeth. Lots of them, in two perfect rows. There was nothing to keep us together, so he continued on his way and I on mine. I can't explain why, but after a few seconds, I stopped walking, turned and watched the brown-eyed stranger move further away in the opposite direction.

What was this rumbling in my belly? I tingled all over, and after a while, I recognized the feeling overcoming me: nervousness. Over a complete stranger? What was it about him that had me moving toward him, step by step? I don't know. I followed my feelings--and ended up tailing him. His destination was the Pizza Hut a couple of blocks away.

I watched him walk in, waiting a few minutes before entering the restaurant. To my surprise, the place was crawling with other young brothers and sisters, most of them looked my age. They all looked at me.
"Are you with the GMAAD group?" The waitress asked.

GMAAD???? I was getting ready to turn and leave when I heard a familiar voice say, "Yes. Tracy's with the group."

Standing behind the waitress was none other than Cyrus Colter. I hadn't seen him since my cousin Marvin made him the surprise guest at our lunch Monday afternoon. I recalled him mentioning a pizza party on Friday, but by Tuesday morning, I'd already decided against going.  Inadvertently (or maybe not), I ended up coming anyway.

Cyrus ushered me into the restaurant and quieted everyone down.
"Everyone, this is Tracy. Tracy, meet the group."

The "group" responded enthusiastically--some waved, mouthed "hi", nodded hello, smiled or said "wassup," "hey," or "hi." "Tracy's just feeling us out right now, so I expect everyone to put their best foot forward and show
him the best parts of our little group."

The "group" snickered. One of the dudes sitting at a table near the back of the restaurant motioned for me to sit at his table. I hesitated. Someone sitting at the table said, "Ain't nothing wrong with us, man."

Another agreed, adding, "If he don't want to sit with us, it's something wrong with him. Look at all these fine niggas at this table!"

I didn't see anything special, not until my eyes found the brown-eyed bait that had led me into this trap. He was immersed in his book and seemed to be tuning everyone out.

I took the seat directly across from him. He glanced over the book at me, then closed and set it aside."This makes two times that I've run into you tonight. Coincidence or something more?"

"Tracy Diggs." I offered my hand.

"Yo, Tracy. I'm Akil. Akil Anderson."

The arrival of the pizzas interrupted our introduction. After we were served, Akil picked up the conversation as if we hadn't been interrupted at all. We found a common interest pretty quick--swimming. While I was on the team at Parkway South, his school--McCluer--didn't have a swim team. Instead of a school team, Akil started a swim league
at Aquatic Club, where he was also a part-time life guard.

We also had several friends in common, and had been to many of the same events and spots around town, yet I didn't recall seeing him before tonight. "I'd remember you," I said.

Akil smiled, but it was more of a grin.

Cyrus came over to the table and noted how well Akil and I were getting along. "I'm glad you made a friend, Tracy. And a good one at that. Akil's one of our newbies, but from what I've picked up so far, he's a g.b." I guess I looked confused by the term 'g.b.' because Cyrus added as explanation, "good brother."

In parting, Cyrus mentioned that the group would have another meeting on Tuesday at Cyrus' office near downtown.

"Yeah, maybe I'll see you at the meeting Tuesday." Akil smiled that smile-grin of his again.

"Yeah, maybe."

 


 

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