Red and Blue Chronicles Box Set

Chapter 2-2

Dad doesn’t like me eating their food. “We got plenty of food in the fridge. It ain’t good enough for you, now?”

We don’t have plenty of food in the fridge. Since the day you didn’t come home, all we eat is Spam and tuna. Sometimes Dad buys bananas. I had cheddar popcorn for supper last night.

Aunt Frannie lived with us for three days, but she left. She called me later that week. “Have you read Treasure Island?”

I hadn’t.

She seemed to hold her breath and then whispered, “Red, I’ll bring it over next time I come. Be a good boy. Keep dreaming.”

She hasn’t come yet.

* * * *

Dear Bump,

I dreamed about you last night, but I don’t remember what we were doing, only that you were in your crib, the one the pumpkin girl took, and there was a snowstorm outside.

I was in the hospital yesterday. On account of Boone, you know.

None of it is my fault. It was all his idea. I just did what he asked.

Here’s what happened.

So yesterday, I was in my bedroom playing my records, (most of them are scratched, but the Michael Jackson one Aunt Frannie got me last year is still good) practicing my moonwalk dance, going from my dresser all the way to the mirror, when Boone knocked on my window.

I climbed on my bed and slid open the window. “Aren’t you—ou grounded?”

He shrugged. “Dunno.”

Lene told me Boone gets into so much trouble, Mrs. Lund has a special calendar so she can keep track of his different punishments. She doesn’t forget any.

Boone took a little notepad out of his pocket. “I need a plastic bag and, uh, some cotton balls, okay?”

I didn’t like the sound of that. “What f—for?”

“Oh, and make sure the bag doesn’t have any holes in it. Meet me in the school yard, behind the green dumpster. In five minutes.”

I shouldn’t have gone, but you don’t know Boone, and you haven’t seen him smile. Boone is the only happy person I know. If it weren’t for him, I would have never made it alive to high school. At recess, the boys don’t mess with me anymore because they’re scared of Boone, and the ones who aren’t, well, they’re terrified of Nick. Everyone knows about what happened to the boy who tripped Boone last year.

He walked funny for three weeks.

I got a bag out from under the sink, those grocery bags we use for the kitchen garbage, and some cotton balls from the medicine cabinet. I didn’t know how many he wanted, so I grabbed two handfuls and put those in the bag.

I snuck out the back door and walked to school. The fence was locked, so I climbed over it, being careful not to rip my gym shorts.

I found Boone and JF crouching behind the dumpster. “Finally,” Boone said, looking up at me.

“What took you so long, Carrot Head?” JF eyeballed me.

I hate JF. I guess he hates me, too, but he can’t do anything about it because Boone doesn’t let him be mean to me.

“Shut up, JF,” Boone snapped. “Besides, O’Reilly’s hair isn’t even orange, you dimwit, it’s red.”

I smiled victoriously and handed Boone the bag full of cotton balls. “What do you p—plan on doing with this stuff any—anyway?”

JF giggled. “Idiot.”

Boone shoved him in the ribs. “Quit it.” He’d brought his WWF backpack, and when he opened it, I think JF and I both held our breaths. Who knew what he’d pull out of that bag? But when he took out a small flask with what looked like water in it, our mouths sagged with disappointment.

JF scoffed. “Wow. Water. How exciting.”

“Here, Red, smell it and tell this retard it isn’t water.”

Boone handed me the bottle. It looked like a maple syrup bottle, only smaller. On the label, there was a drawing of a woman’s hand. I didn’t really want to smell it, but they were both staring at me with wide, eager eyes, so I twisted the cap and right away, got a good whiff of it. Made me gag. “What is th—this stuff? It smells like your d—dad’s ga—garage.”

Boone grinned. “It’s nail polish remover…Remember when that cop came to school last year?”

I remembered him. Officer Di Paglio. He’d brought his German Shepherd dog and a whole bunch of other things. He’d stretched a black cloth over a table in the gymnasium and laid out all of these fascinating objects. Of course, we weren’t allowed to touch them, but we could all go up and look at them. He’d made a sign that read Drug Paraphernalia. I didn’t really understand all of it, but I remember Boone’s face that morning. I’d never seem him so focused and attentive. Not even in s*x Ed class.

JF still wasn’t impressed. “So, we’re gonna do our nails like a bunch of fags?”

Boone shot him a mean look. “Weren’t you two paying attention that day? We’re not gonna use it. We’re gonna sniff it.”

I should have said something, but I was way over my head already.

JF was quiet all of a sudden. “Oh, all right,” he finally said. “What’s the big deal? I mean, what’s gonna happen if we do?”

Boone shrugged. “Dunno. Get high, I guess.”

My hands were beginning to sweat.

“Okay,” Boone said, “this is what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna pour a few drops into the cotton balls and then I’m gonna sniff ‘em. Then, I’m gonna write down everything I see or hear.”

He was making it sound like a lab experiment. “Why d—do you need to—to write ever—everything down?”

He looked at me like I was stupid. “So I can compare.”

“With what?”“

He winked. “With the other drugs I’m gonna try.”

I knew Boone wasn’t gonna force me to sniff anything if I didn’t want to, but JF wasn’t going be so lucky. “After I do it, you do it,” Boone told him.

JF only nodded. He was grayer than a pair of my oldest socks.

We watched Boone pour the nail polish remover into the bag. He poured a lot more than I thought he would. Almost half of the bottle. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t. I should have said something. I really should have.

When he wrapped the opening of the bag around his mouth and nose, my heart jumped. Boone’s big blue eyes stared at me from over the bag, and I heard him mumble, “Here goes nothing.” Then he took a deep, long breath through the nose. I watched the bag shrink around his face.

I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes.

They didn’t look normal.

He twitched and his eyeballs rolled into his head. He fell back like a rag doll. Like he had no bones.

My mouth was open, and my arms were outstretched, but I couldn’t move for a second. I couldn’t even work my legs. They were like spaghetti noodles.

JF flipped. He screamed and started crying. “Go get Nick! Hurry! Go get Nick!”

And I just ran.

I’m not a fast runner, on account of my asthma, you know, but yesterday, I ran so fast, my feet barely touched the ground. I kept thinking of Boone’s blue eyes rolling back into his head, and I wondered if I had just seen my best friend die. What would I do without Boone? What would his parents say? They would hate me. Mrs. Lund would never fix me another ham sandwich again, and Johan would point his finger at me. “You killed my best son.”

When I got to the Lunds’ apartment, my knees were shaking.

Their front door was open.

I thought I was going to have an asthma attack and prayed I wouldn’t. I climbed the front steps to the balcony. “Mrs. Lund?” My voice was shaky. I took a few shy steps into the house. I could see the kitchen. It was empty. I walked in farther. “Mrs. Lund!” This time I yelled.

“What’s up? She isn’t home.” Nick was lying on the couch, but I couldn’t see him, just his huge feet sticking out.

There wasn’t any time to lose. If he was going to kill me, then so be it. Boone needed help. I took another step inside and tried to make my voice sound lower. “Your b—brother ha—ad an accident.”

“What?” Nick jumped to his feet, walked up to me, and slipped on his big black boots. “What happened?” He frowned and walked out, hissing something under his breath I couldn’t catch.

I started running back to the schoolyard, with Nick hot on my heels. The whole way there, all I could think was, “I’m alone with Nick Lund and I’m not puking.”

When we got to the schoolyard, Boone had come around. He was lying on his side, moaning like a kitten. Nick crouched down beside him. “Hey, Bunny boy, what’s going on? Talk to me.” Nick’s voice was soft. I’d never heard him speak so quietly before. “What happened to your head? Can you sit up for me?”

Then Nick’s cool blue gaze fell on the plastic bag and I almost ran off, but I knew he would catch up to me and kill me anyway. He picked up the bag, looked inside, and brought it up to his nose. “What the f**k are you guys doing with this s**t? Huh? What’s going on here? Tell me you haven’t been sniffing this s**t. Come on.” Nick’s voice quivered with anger and his eyes were like blades on our faces. “What’s wrong with you? This is nasty s**t. This is dangerous stuff. You guys are stupider than I thought.”

Boone moaned louder. “Nico, it’s not their fault.”

“What am I supposed to do with you now?” Nick slowly shook his head. “You need a doctor, and I can’t drive you to the hospital because Dad’s home fixing my car. We have no choice, I have to tell him. I have to tell all of your folks.”

“Oh no! Please, Nick, please don’t tell my parents.” JF had crocodile tears in his eyes. “You don’t know my dad. You don’t know how crazy he can get and—”

“Okay. Okay. Stop your whining and let me think here, okay? Shut up and let me think.” Nick closed his eyes for minute and rubbed his face.

I stood like a glass-eyed doll, watching him. None of us moved until he opened his eyes. Finally, he exhaled a hard breath through the nose and glanced up at JF. “Go home. Get outta here.”

JF gunned down the street as if his undies were on fire.

“All right. I’m gonna send O’Reilly to get Dad. We stay here and wait.” When Nick looked up at me, my lips pulsed from wanting to say things I’m not even allowed to think. He drew in another deep breath and pointed home. “Go,” he whispered, “but tell ‘em you guys were wrestling and Bunny bumped his head against the dumpster. I’ll take care of the evidence.”

I knew if I blinked or talked, I would start bawling like a big sissy boy.

“Come on, go,” Nick said more urgently. “Before I change my mind. But if you two ever pull a stunt like this again, I’ll whoop both of your asses, got it?”

I got it, all right. I ran back, but this time my feet had trouble carrying me. When I got there, I was really out of breath, and could hardy get a word out without wheezing.

I suppose it made it even more convincing.

You know, that none of it was my fault.

Johan sprung out the door, and I watched him climb into their station wagon. He tore down the street. I wanted to go with him but knew Mom wouldn’t let me. So I sat on the porch and stared at the sidewalk for a long time. I sucked on my medicine and that helped a little. I pet the neighbor’s cat. After an hour of that, I couldn’t wait anymore. I had to know if Boone was all right.