Came But For FriendshipSome people believe in love at first sight. I can't say I'm one of those people. Seems that every single person I found myself attracted to ended up being a dud in the love department. Sure there were good times and some laughs, and even a bit of romance. Though none of them ever amounted to anything more than a few weeks of fun then a lot of tears and heartbreak.Came But For Friendship in Scraps More Like This
That is, until I met the serial killer.
Okay, I'm being a bit extreme, he wasn't a serial killer, I just thought he was a serial killer. Well, that's not quite right, either. I didn't know if he was a serial killer, but he could have been. He certainly looked like one.
All right, I realize this is all probably confusing to you, so why don't I start from the beginning. And when I say beginning, I mean the day that I joined the writers's group.
It was a Friday evening and I was nervous. A few weeks earlier I had been hanging out at a comic book shop in downtown Milwaukee and had seen a photocopied ad on their bulletin board. It
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Andy lurched forward, coughing as soda shot out his nose. The action caused Tony to roll back in laughter.
Managing to compose himself, the ginger-haired boy ran his arm across his face. "Why do you want to know that?"
"I dunno. Just curious." Tony turned to his other friend. "What about you, Mikey?"
Michael felt heat rush to his cheeks. It wasn't the question that embarrassed him, but his answer. "No, not real ones. I've seen them in Playboy, though."
Tony sat up straight. "How do you get dirty magazines? My dad doesn't even get them. I have to sneak them when my uncle comes over."
Fiddling with the pull-tie on his jacket, Michael shrugged. "Some of the kids bring them into school and let me look at them."
With a snort, Tony crossed his arms. "Why aren't I getting in on that action?"