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Precocious	By : XxSwaggerMcJaggerxX Category: +M through R > Recess Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Okay, so if you go through this door here, you can go down the hall, and down a flight of stairs, you’ll reach the pipe rooms.”
            The two of them set up the pillow fort again when TJ showed up on Dudikoffs doorstep again. Much bigger than the first, it was like their own private area, even if it was just in Franklin’s living room. Laid out in front of them was one of many blueprints TJ had of the school. They came in handy with his more elaborate plans. But, figuring that the Dude might have more information than he did, he brough over one, ready to ask questions and get some advice.
            “Really?” TJ asked. He stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth.
            “Oh yeah. I remember this one time, I snuck down there one day and poured like a barrel of koolaid mix into the water supply. Can’t even remember how I did it,” Dudikoff laughed. But for a week, everyone was drinking cherry koolaid from the water fountains. Not sure what you could do with this information. After that, they changed the water systems, I think. Couldn’t have that happening again.”
            “Thanks for ruining the fun,” TJ joked.
            “You’re welcome,” Dudikoff teased. “Let me see. . . do you know about the teachers lounge?”
            “Yeah. It’s just a dusty old room with a couch and a coffee machine,” said TJ.
            “Oh, no. No, no, no. That’s just a cover,” said Franklin. “Don’t tell anyone, there’s a hidden room behind the coffee machine. They’ve got a whole area with a jacuzzi, restaurant, gym, everything behind it.”
            “Really?! That’s not fair!”
            “Don’t think too much about it, kid. You kids got the playground all to yourselves. The teachers lounge is basically their playground. We adult gotta relax, too,” he said. “It’s not to spite you kids, alright?”
            “Okay. I guess that makes sense.” TJ conceded. “Tell me about how you became King in third grade!”
            “They’re still talking about that? Geez,” Franklin brushed his hair back. “And it wasn’t the third grade.”
            “Oh.”
            “It was the fourth grade.” Just like that, Dudikoff went back to bragging. “It was no big deal. Just stopped the board of ed from taking away our spring break, getting rid of Tuesday surprise, and saving a kid when the giant clock fell off the school.”
            “They’re always trying to make things bad for us,” TJ mumbled. “You and the other kid didn’t get hurt, did you?”
            “Nah. I grabbed him and rolled out of the way. The only injures we got were a few scrapes from dodging it,” he said. “Became a local hero for like a month afterwards. I think my parents still have the newspaper articles.”
            “So I have to risk my life if I wanted to be playground king.”
            “I guess. But it’s not like that it was handed over easily. If I can remember right, there was a lot of arguing with the king before me and the playground about me taking the throne,” he said. “And it wasn’t even that great. I barely got to relax and play with my friends. It looks fun, but it was kinda boring. 3 out of 10, wouldn’t recommend.”
            “Oh. I thought it was all fun. I never thought about how much work there was in it,” said TJ. “Guess I don’t want it after all.”
            The phone ringing cut their conversation short. Franklin said he’d be right back as he crawled out of the pillow fort. Finishing off the last of the popcorn, TJ took this opportunity to go looking around the house. He headed upstairs and found the bathroom, a hall closet, a spare bedroom, and finally, a master bedroom. Dude wasn’t a fan of making his bed, he saw. But besides the occasional shirt on the floor, it wasn’t enough for anyone to really call messy.
            Everything looked normal enough, but that wasn’t going to stop him from snooping around. He went to the dresser and looked inside. Nothing but hastily folded clothes that reminded him of he stuffed his own clothes away. He moved over to the bedside tables and looked inside. Spare batteries, medicine, a water bottle, even old chip bags and candy wrappers buried the small pile of Playboy magazines at the bottom.
            TJ had plenty of older male cousins; he wasn’t completely naive to the existence of these specific types of magazines as they found it funny to show him and see his reaction. At least, that’s what they did about two years ago. Now the images of half-naked and clothing absent women didn’t bother him. Quite the opposite, in fact, as he flipped through the pages.
            “Nosey.” TJ nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the Dude’s voice. He hadn’t even heard him coming up the stairs. He turned and hid the magazine behind his back. “Didn’t figure you the type to go snooping.”
            “I’m not! I was just. . .uh. . .”
            “Looking at my Playboys?” Dudikoff used his longer arms to grab the magazine away from him. “Huh. I haven’t looked at this one in a while.”
            “Sorry.”
            “What for? Being a curious ten year old boy?” Franklin rolled his eyes. “So you like girls, huh?”
            “. . .They’re alright.”
            Franklin laughed. “I think you think they’re more than alright. Tell you what. You go take care of yourself in the bathroom and meet me downstairs.”
            “What do you mean?”
            “You know what I mean.” Franklin handed the magazine back. “Hurry up, I’m gonna take you somewhere that’s gonna blow your mind.”
            TJ nodded, and headed into the bathroom.
ZZZ
            With how the kid was staring at and flipping through his magazines, Franklin figured the kid would be falling out of his seat to look at all waitresses. In their trademark white tops and orange short shorts, the Hooters at the edge of town was the place he bought the two of them for lunch. He had been their plenty of times and knew what he wanted to eat but the kid, presumably hadn’t, and he asked the waitress for a minute. But instead of looking at the menu, the kid had his head in his (adorably tiny) hands, hiding a blush that would make a cherry tomato jealous.
            “Geez, kid, you act like this is completely new to you,” Dudikoff chuckled as he sipped on his soda.
            “It IS,” TJ said. “Why did you bring me here?!”
            “Because it’s better than just still pictures. Just keep your hands to yourself and you can look. That’s kind of the point of the uniforms,” Dude said.
            And it’s not like he didn’t want to look. Every part of him was screaming to look. TJ just wasn’t sure where the line between looking and staring was drawn. He looked up from his hands and took a drink of the coke in front of him.
            “Are you boys ready to order?” He barely kept from hiding in his hands again as their waitress returned. Instead, he kept his eyes on the menu, but unable to read much of it.
            “We’ll take a basket of the hottest wings you got,” Franklin said. “And fries.”
            “You got it.” Only when she turned to leave did TJ looked up again.
            “You gotta relax, Kid. You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack,” Franklin teased. TJ only glared at him before being brave enough to look up again and at the other waitresses walking around. In those tight shirt and shorts. It was more than what he saw in the those magazines but not by much. Lots of curves and bouncing parts that he wanted to stare at.
            Dudikoff, meanwhile, was more amused at the kids reaction than the scantily clad women around him. His reaction was cute, trying not to stare and be polite when he wanted to look. Adorable. Kid would fucking pass out if he somehow snuck him into a titty bar.
            He almost panicked when he saw the kid going through his things. Sure, they were taking things slow at the moment just to spend time together, but he still had a small collection of outfits he wanted the kid to put on at some point, including an appropriately sized Hooters uniform. Couldn’t have the kid finding those.
            “How’s things going with your friends, Squirt?” Asked Franklin. “Pete still bragging about one of them?”
            “No, that whole thing ended last Saturday. Still mad at him for it.” TJ spoke slower than usual has his head turned. “He acts like he doesn’t know what he did.”
            “Maybe he doesn’t? Did you try explaining why?”
            TJ shook his head.
            “Do I have to play mediator between the two of you? I might want your attention but that doesn’t mean I like seeing you two being like this,” he said.
            “Maybe. I dunno, I guess.” He looked down at his hands, but his eyes still quickly glanced around every few seconds. “Are all the girls in my class gonna grow up and look like them?”
            “I’m not legally allowed to answer that.”
            “There’s a lot of things you’re not allowed to do legally but you’re trying to anyways.”
            “. . .Touché,” Franklin said. “Who knows? Everyone develops differently.”
            “Oh.” His eyes we stuck on the chest of a passing waitress. “Why’d you order us wings?”
            “Because you’ll be able to hide the blush behind the heat of the wings,” Dudikoff said. “Are you getting used to it?”
            “I think so.”
            Franklin smirked when the kid worked up the courage to put his hands in his lap, sit up, and try to look like he was in a completely normal restaurant.
            “Here’s your food, boys.” Right then, their waitress returned with a basket of wings and fries in each hand. “Can I get you anything else?”
            “Some ice water for the kid. He’s about to catch on fire in a minute,” Franklin said. “Thanks.”
            “No problem.”
            “Are you out of your plan making slump yet, Squirt?” Asked Dudikoff.
            “Huh? Oh, yeah I am. We snuck in to get some ice cream from the lunchroom freezer. Ms. Finster keeps it away from us kids,” TJ said. “What’s the point of having it if we can’t eat it?”
            “Sounds like she hasn’t changed a bit,” he laughed.
            “I don’t have anything big planned, though. Maybe a couple of pranks, but nothing happened that I need to plan for,” TJ explained. “Nothing big has happened for a while.”
            “What was the last big thing that happened?”
            “Some guy from the Board of Ed tried to ban a word I made up.” He took a sip of his water. “I had to go to court about it, so it wasn’t really a planning thing. I won, though. All that over ‘whomps’.”
            “Ugh, yeah those guys need to loosen the ties around their neck and relax a little,” said Franklin. “Sorry you had to deal with that.”
            TJ didn’t answer right away, instead focusing on not choking from how hot the wings were. He never had much of a chance to talk about how it felt being dragged to court. He had no idea exactly what kind of punishment they were going to give him for making up his own word, but his imagination liked to come up with things, and none of them where good. He convinced himself that he was overreacting. His parents didn’t like him trying to talk about it, and since it was just him on trial, his friends didn’t exactly understand. But the occasional nightmare featuring him in front of an impossibly high judges bench with chains on his wrists keeping him stuck in place, waiting for some punishment to be given out to him made think otherwise. At least for the rest of the night until he fell back asleep.
            “You okay?” Dudikoff asked.
            “. . .Yeah. I never had anyone to talk about it to,” said TJ. “I hated it. I get nightmares about it sometimes, but I can’t talk about it to anyone. My parents think I’m too old for nightmares and my friends weren’t the ones being threatened.”
            “What about Pete?”
            “He was the one that called Mr. White in the first place. I haven’t talked to him about it. I’m not mad at him for it since that was before we started getting along, though,” he said.
            “I mean, going to court for any reason is pretty scary.” Dude paused to wipe his mouth and hands. “You don’t exactly go to court for good reasons. Most adults get anxiety over it, so you, a kid, being scared of it is to be expected. It wasn’t your fault, though. Just a bunch of grown ups trying to control everything kids do and not stopping to think past their power trip for a second. It shouldn’t have happened.”
            “. . . Thank you.” He finished off the last of his drinks. “I’m full.”
            “Me too. Surprised the wings didn’t burn you, Kid.” Dudikoff waved down the waitress for the check.
            “I’ve had hotter,” said TJ. He watched as the Dude pulled out money for a tip. “I could use a nap.”
            “You want me to take you home?”
            “To yours. The pillow fort is still up, right? I’m sleeping in there.”
            After franklin paid, they climbed back in the car and headed back. The sound of the radio filled the car as they rode without saying a word. Sure, he wasn’t going to think about everything he saw today when he was laying in bed in the middle of the night, but TJ was still mulling over what the Dude told him.
            As soon as the front door was closed, He kicked off his shoes and tossed aside his jacket to get read to climb back under the pillow fort. Franklin copied his actions, along with removing his belt.
            “Your gut is gonna burn in a few hours,” he said. “Just a warning.”
            “Thanks for the heads up.”
            The two of them crawled underneath. One of the spare covers was used as a blanket that they draped over themselves. It didn’t take long for TJ to feel uncomfortable still wearing his jeans, so he wiggled out of them and kicked them from under the blanket.
            “I’m not doing that for you,” he said, looking up to Dude. “The denim was just bothering me.”
            “Hey, I get it. Sleeping in jeans suck.” Again, Dudikoff managed to get out of his jeans, leaving the both of them in the boxers. “There we go.”
            With how cozy and soft the pillow fort was, it was easy to doze off not long after closing their eyes. Franklin stayed awake a bit longer, inwardly cheering that the kid felt comfortable enough to sleep next to him, with his pants off, no less. The fourth grader slept curled up next to him in the fetal position. He hadn’t expected to have a heart to heart in a Hooters of all places, but the kid was surprising like that, he supposed. He’s gotta have a talk with Pete soon, though. As much as he wanted to spend time with the kid, he didn’t like knowing the fourth grader was showing up on his doorstep because of some one sided grudge.
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