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Subject: {ASSM} Dance of a Lifetime--Good Friends? (003/100+) (mf slow nosex)
Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2001 08:10:03 -0500
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Copyright 2000/2001 by Frank Downey. Please request permission before
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Dance of a Lifetime 3
Good Friends?
by Frank Downey
fab4fan99@prodigy.net


The phone calls started slowly. They quickly built up to where Sophia and
Warren were spending a couple hours on the phone almost every weeknight.
Even if they had worked together, Warren would get some studying done and
give Sophia a call. At one point, Sophia realized that she talked to Warren
more than she talked to her own boyfriend. She had never seen Scott much
during the week-only on weekends-but she was talking to Warren every night,
walking home with him three days a week, even occasionally sitting on her
front porch and talking. It was strange. Sophia never thought of herself as
much of a talker-except with Jessie, her best friend-but she could talk with
Warren for hours. Truth to tell, she listened more than she talked. Warren
was a first-class conversationalist.

The problem of her disastrous lifestyle and Warren's "girl in a cage"
observation had been left alone. Sophia would occasionally make a joke,
which Warren just let go, but they hadn't had many serious conversations.
Just two friends, chatting. Until one Tuesday night in late February.

"So, did you have another Sophia weekend?" asked Warren.

"Actually, no. I stayed in this weekend. I had a little flu or something.
Missed a big party."

"Awwwwww. Poor baby."

"This from a man who reads Shakespeare for kicks, right?"

"Actually, I was out all Saturday night. My friends up the street had one of
their periodic get-togethers. We have them more often in the summer, because
it's better outside, but we all gathered in the house this time."

"And you got a keg and everyone got sloppy, right?"

"Surrrrre. No, my friends don't have quite the same type of parties that
yours do."

"No doubt."

"We played some music. Watched a movie. There's a small group of us that
play poker, so we did that. I made my world famous chip dip. Very mellow by
your standards."

Sophia laughed. "Actually, it sounds cozy. Different from my usual, but
cozy."

"Tuck the sarcasm back in, Wild Woman."

"Actually, I wasn't being sarcastic. This was at your house?"

"Naah. Up the street. The Kenney's house, that's our usual neighborhood
hangout. You know Mo Kenney?"

"Mo Kenney. Hmmm. No, I don't think I know him."

"Her. Maureen Kenney."

"Oh! Yeah, I think I know who she is."

"Her house. That's the neighborhood hangout. The whole gang was there,
friends of the gang, Crash came down from Northwoods-I told you about Crash,
he's my best friend-about 20 of us."

"Crash Kowalski, right? Lives in Northwoods, goes to school with you?"

"That's the one. We've hung out there for years, I've known Mo Kenney since
we were four. She's like my sister. Her sister and brother, Tina and Rick,
are, too-and her mother is my second mother."

"Oh. Well it does sound nice, for a Prep Boy like you, anyhow." They both
laughed. "Me, the one I missed was-what did you call it? Chemically-drenched
bacchanalia?"

"You're catching on."

"That's what that one was. Scott was furious with me."

"For getting sick?"

Sophia didn't say anything.

"He didn't believe you, did he?"

Silence.

"He went into a jealousy fit and accused you of seeing someone else, right?
Wouldn't believe you had the flu? Got all pissed off because he wanted you
under his thumb and you weren't around, right?"

Sophia finally spoke up. "Fuck. Do you know everything?"

"No, I don't. I do know what a contemptible abusive asshole is, however."

"That is my boyfriend you're talking about."

"Don't remind me."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Why, Soph?"

"Why what?"

"Why him? Why do you stay with him? What is the attraction? He's abusive. He
's got no respect for you, treats you like dirt. He wants to control you
completely. Remember when I talked about the girl in the cage that can't get
out? Well, Scott is the one that locked the fucking door and threw away the
key. I don't get it. Why do you let this happen? Is the sex that good?"

"Actually, no. It's not all that good. It's pretty shitty. And, you're
right, you don't get it. You can't get it."

"Help me out here, then."

"Look, it all fits together. Shitty sex, shitty boyfriend, shitty home life,
shitty school life, shitty habits, shitty friends....shitty Sophia. It all
fits."

"Shitty friends? I think I'm offended."

Sophia giggled. "Well, maybe one non-shitty friend."

"Actually, you've spoken highly of Jessie, and some of your other friends.
Are all your friends that bad?"

"I dunno. Maybe not."

"Then what...."

Sophia snapped, "But if I've got such wonderful Goddamn friends, than why
doesn't someone get me the fuck out of this? Shit. I'm drowning, here,
someone throw me a fucking life jacket!"

Warren listened for a minute to the quiet sobs at the other end of the
phone. And then he said, softly, "I am trying. I really am."

Sophia sat up on her bed-as she realized, he was trying. Maybe other people
weren't-and maybe they were and she just wasn't seeing straight-but Warren
without a doubt was trying. And that she could see.

"You're right. You are."

Warren let out a sigh. "I gotta tell you, Sophia, sometimes it seems like I'
m throwing the life jacket out, and you're throwing the thing right back."

"It's not that. It's that you're throwing the life jacket, and because of
some strange instinct I'm ducking.
Or I'm not ducking and it's hitting me in the head. Or going right through
my legs so I look like Jose freakin' Offerman and his bad knee trying to
scoop a grounder at second."

"Didn't know you were a baseball fan."

"Big time. I bleed Red Sox red. Any guy I marry has to agree to name our
first son Nomar."

Warren laughed out loud. "You can marry me, then, Soph. I'll go right along
with that one."

Sophie couldn't help but giggle. "You're on. Paint that life jacket red,
would you?"

Warren sat for a minute. "OK, Soph. I'm trying to help. This is the first
time I ever remember you asking for help. What do I do?"

Sophia thought about that one for a bit. "Warren, that's a good question. I
don't know. You're right, I'm not accustomed to asking for help. I really
don't know. Just be there, would you?"

"Already am."

"I know. It does help. Good friends are hard to come by."

"Listen, Soph. I've said it before and I'm saying it again: you need to dump
Scott."

Sophia giggled. "What, and leave the field free for you, right? Scott doesn'
t like Nomar, so I suppose I should."

"Sophia, I'm being serious."

"I know, I know. I'm scared. I'm scared to end it, I'm scared not to end
 it." She paused, and said in a small voice, "I don't want to be alone."

"You're not. You got me, remember?"

"Don't get me wrong, Warren, because I've come to appreciate your friendship
more than I can say, but I wasn't talking about friendship. Scott loves me."

"Whatever you say."

"He does. He has trouble expressing it sometimes, and it comes out as anger,
but he does."

"He tells you he loves you?"

"He's not verbal in that way."

"He treats you like he loves you?"

"When he wants to."

"Oh."

"Listen, Warren, the problem is not Scott."

"You're right. But he's part of the problem. And when you figure out the
main problem, you'll realize that he's useless."

"OK, Doctor Freud, what's my main problem?"

"You said it yourself, earlier."

"What did I say?"

"You said-shitty boyfriend, shitty this, shitty that..shitty Sophia. Except
you had it the other way around. Everything else is shitty because Sophia is
shitty. The problem is, Sophia is not shitty. She just thinks she is."

Sophia thought about that for a couple of minutes. Then she spoke again:
"Warren, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"You ever been in love?"

"Are we including unrequited worship of girls who wouldn't go out with me if
their lives depended on it because I'm Prep Boy, or are we sticking to
actual relationships?"

Sophia giggled. "The actual relationships one."

"No."

"Does that bother you?"

"To a point. But not a lot."

"To what point, and why not a lot?"

"Well, to the point that I get lonely too, you know? I also get tired of
rejection. The not a lot part is because I figure it'll happen sooner or
later. No sense rushing it."

Sophia paused for a moment. "If you were in love, how would you treat her?"

"Well, Soph, how do I treat you?"

"Pretty much like a princess."

"Well, there's your answer, then."

"But we're just friends. You're not in love with me or anything, are you?"

"Soph, if I'm in love with someone, wouldn't you think I'd treat them at
least as well as I treat my friends?"

"Not from my experience, no. Most guys I know always treat their friends
better than their girlfriends.
You're way too sweet."

Warren sighed in mock exasperation, "And I'm the one who can't get a date!
There's no justice in this world, I tell ya."

Sophie laughed softly. "Sooner or later someone will appreciate you."

"Yeah. Hopefully before I'm dead."

"Trust me. Listen, I have to go. Talk to you tomorrow?"

"Sure. Oh, and your task for tonight is to repeat to yourself 'Sophia is not
shitty' until you fall asleep, or start believing it, whichever comes
 first."

"Aye aye, sir. I'll give it the ol' college try."

"You do that."


--Fin--

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