Their bicycles were chained to a rack in the parking lot behind the Pit.
As he bent and unlocked his bike, Roy said, “You like the Pit?”
“Yeah.”
“I thought you would.”
“You spend much time there?” Colin asked.
“Nah. Not much.”
“I thought you were a regular.”
Roy stood and pulled his bike from between the pipes. “I hardly ever go.”
“Everybody knew you.”
“I know the kids who are regulars. But not me. I’m not a fan of games. At least not games as easy as the ones in the Pit.”
Colin finished unchaining his bicycle. “If you don’t like it, why’d we come?”
“I knew you’d enjoy it,” Roy said.
Colin frowned. “But I don’t want to do things that bore you.”
“I wasn’t bored,” Roy said. “I didn’t mind playing a game or three. And I sure didn’t mind having a chance to look at Laurie. She has a terrific little body, doesn’t she?”
“I guess so.”
“You guess!”
“Well, sure … she has a nice body.”
“I’d like to settle down between her pretty legs for a few months.”
“You seemed anxious to get away from her.”
“After about fifteen minutes I get sick of talking to her,” Roy said.
“Then how could you stand her for a few months?”
“We wouldn’t talk,” Roy said, grinning wickedly.
“Oh.”
“Kathy, Janet, Laurie … all those girls are just teasers.”
“What do you mean?”
“They never put out.”
“Put out what?”
“Ass, for Christ’s sake! They never put out any ass, not ever, not for anyone.”
“Oh.”
“Laurie shakes it at me, but if I actually put a hand on her tits, she’d scream so loud the roof would fall in.”
Colin was blushing and sweating. “Well, after all, she’s only fourteen, isn’t she?”
“Plenty old enough.”
Colin wasn’t pleased with the direction the conversation had taken. He tried to get back on course. “Anyway, what I wanted to say was, from now on let’s not do anything that bores you.”
Roy put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. “Listen, Colin, am I your friend or not?”
“Sure you are.”
“A good friend should be willing to keep you company even when you’re doing things that you enjoy but maybe he doesn’t care so much about. I mean, I can’t expect to always do exactly what I like, and I can’t expect that you and I will always want to do the same things.”
“We like the same things,” Colin said. “We have the same interests.” He was afraid Roy would suddenly realize how different they were and would walk away, never to be seen again.
“You love horror films,” Roy said. “I don’t have any interest in that stuff.”
“Well, aside from that one thing-”
“We’ve got other differences. But the point is, if you’re my buddy, you’ll do things with me that I want to do but that you don’t like at all. So it works both ways.”
“No, it doesn‘t,” Colin said, “because I happen to like doing everything you suggest.”
“So far,” Roy said. “But there’ll come a time when you won’t want to do something that’s important to me, but you will do it because we’re friends.”
“I can’t imagine what,” Colin said.
“Just wait,” Roy said. “You’ll see. Sooner or later, good buddy, the time will come.”
The scarlet light of the Pit’s neon sign was refracted in Roy’s eyes, giving them a strange and somewhat frightening aspect. Colin thought they resembled a movie vampire’s eyes: glassy, red, violent, two windows on a soul that had been corrupted by the repeated satisfaction of unnatural desires. (But then again, Colin thought the same thing every time he saw Mr. Arkin’s eyes, and Mr. Arkin was just the man who owned the comer grocery store; the closest thing Mr. Arkin had to an unnatural desire was a taste for liquor, and his red eyes were nothing more than the most obvious sign of a nearly continuous hangover.)
“Just the same,” Colin said to Roy, “I hate the idea that I’m boring you with-”
“I wasn’t bored! Will you relax? I don’t mind going to the Pit if that’s what you want. just remember what I said about those girls. They’ll hang on you a little bit. Now and then they’ll ‘accidentally’ rub their tight little asses against you or maybe ’accidentally’ brush their boobs against your arm. But you’ll never have any real fun with them. Their idea of a big, big night is to sneak out to the parking lot, hide in the shadows, and steal kisses.”
That was also Colin’s idea of a big, big night. In fact, it was his idea of heaven on earth, but he didn’t tell Roy.
They walked their bicycles across the lot to the alley.
Before Roy could climb on his bike and pedal away, Colin got up the nerve to say: “Why me?”
“Huh?”
“Why do you want to be friends with me?”
“Why shouldn’t I be friends with you?”
“I mean with a nobody like me.”
“Who said you’re a nobody?”
“I did.”
“What kind of a thing is that to say about yourself?”
“Anyway, I’ve been wondering for a month.”
“Wondering what? You aren’t making sense.”
“I’ve been wondering why you want to be friends with someone like me.”
“What do you mean? What makes you different? You got leprosy or something?”
Colin wished he had never brought up the subject, but now that he had done so, he stumbled ahead with it. “Well, you know, someone who’s not normally very popular and, you know, not good at sports, you know, not really good at much of anything and … well, you know.”
“Stop saying, ‘you know,’ ” Roy said. “I hate that. One of the reasons I want to be friends with you is that you can talk. Most kids around here chatter away all day and never use more than twenty words. Two of which are ‘you know.’ But you actually have a decent vocabulary. It’s refreshing.”
Colin blinked. “You want to be friends because of my vocabulary?”
“I want to be friends because you’re as smart as I am. Most kids bore me.”
“But you could pal around with any guy in town, any guy your age, even some a year or two older than you. Most of those guys in the Pit-”
“They’re assholes.”
“Be serious. They’re some of the most popular guys in town.”
“Assholes, I tell you.”
“Not all of them.”
“Believe me, Colin, all of them. Half of them can’t figure any way to have a good time except to smoke dope or pop pills or get stinking drunk and vomit all over themselves. The rest of them want to be either John Travolta or Donny Osmond. Yech!”
“But they like you.”
“Everyone likes me,” Roy said. “I make sure of that.”
“I sure wish I knew how to make everyone like me.”
“It’s easy. You just have to know how to manipulate them.”
“Okay. How?”
“Stick around me long enough, and you’ll learn.”
Instead of riding away from the Pit, they walked down the alley, side by side, pushing their bikes. They both knew there was more to be said.
They passed an oleander hedge. The flowers looked slightly phosphorescent in the growing gloom, and Colin took a deep whiff of them.
Oleander berries contained one of the deadliest substances known to man. Colin had seen an old movie in which a lunatic had murdered a dozen people with a poison extracted from the plant. He couldn’t remember the title. It had been a really dumb film, even worse than Godzilla Versus King Kong, which meant it was one of the all-time most terrible works in cinematic history.