Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
As we approached the junkyard, I noticed a big sign hanging on the wire fence. It read 'No Trespassing' in big, white letters. Clearly, we didn't plan on paying any attention to that warning. 
                          
"I don't see a dog," I said as I scanned the area over the fence. 
                          
"The junkyard doesn't open til' three," Chris said. "We'll be fine until then."
                          
I nodded as the boys threw their sleeping gear to the other side of the fence. I tied my jacket around my waist and began to climb with them, the wires rattling with every move I made. 
                          
As I landed on the other side, I lost my balance and bumped into Chris who had already landed. 
                          
"Oh, shit, sorry," I said as I stood up straight. 
                          
"It's fine," he smiled. "I guess it's just payback for when I ran into you last week."
                          
I grinned at him. He really was a cute boy. His eyes squinted as he looked down at me in the sun, which made the blue stand out even more, and we had a few things in common. For one, we both came from broken families, even though he wasn't aware of it. I found myself not able to look away. 
                          
"Okay, lovebirds, let's go," Teddy said. "Move it out!"
                          
I looked away once Teddy spoke, his words make my cheeks go slightly red. 
                          
Once the boys filled up their canteens, we all sat in the shade in an uneven circle, slouching against scattered pieces of junk. 
                          
"Have you guys been watching the Mickey Mouse Club lately?" Teddy asked. 
                          
"Yeah," everyone, except me, said in sync. 
                          
"I think Annette's tits are getting bigger," Teddy said. My eyebrows were drawn together. 
                          
"Think so?" Chris asked. 
                          
"Yeah, I think so."
                          
"Yeah, I think he's right. I've been noticing lately that the A and the E are beginning to bend around the sides," Gordie joined. 
                          
"Annette's tits are great," Vern replied. 
                          
"You, perverts," I said. 
                          
"You know who else has great tits?" Vern asked. As I looked up, I saw all four boys staring at me, and I knew what they were all thinking. 
                          
"If you say me, Vern, I'm going to slap you," I said as they all laughed. 
                          
"What time is it, Gordie?" Vern asked. 
                          
"It's a quarter after one."
                          
"We better go get the food. The junkyard opens at three. Chopper will be here," Vern said worriedly. 
                          
"Ooo, sic balls!" Chris chuckled. 
                          
"You go," Teddy said. After that one suggestion everyone seemed to have a fit as they told each other that they should go, not themselves. After a long argument, Gordie was chosen to go by everyone else in the group. 
                          
"Hey, Bo. Why didn't you bring a sleeping bag?" Vern asked. 
                          
I shrugged. "Didn't have one."
                          
"You don't have one?" Teddy asked. "Aren't you supposed to be rich or something?"
                          
I wanted to yell at him. Teddy didn't know one damn thing about me and all he did was make accusations. I wanted to tell him that I moved into a house that didn't belong to me. I wanted to say that I would probably be gone in a few weeks or a few months at most. But I didn't. 
                          
"You're gonna get cold, you know," Chris mentioned. 
                          
"Oh my God, Chris," Teddy groaned in annoyance. "Seriously, all you've been able to talk about all day is Bo. I mean, you should have heard him when you left to get your stuff from your house today."
                          
"Shut up, Teddy," Chris shot a glare in his direction. 
                          
"What?" I asked. 
                          
"Nothing," Chris muttered as he shook his head. 
                          
A noise that sounded like a a few pieces metal hitting each other made us turn our heads. 
                          
"What was that?" I whispered. 
                          
"Shit," Chris said. "It's Milo."
                          
"Oh, shit," Teddy said. 
                          
We all took off in a sprint toward the fence, trying to avoid getting caught by who I assumed was the junkman and his brutal dog. 
                          
"Hey! Hey, you, kid! What're you doing there? Come over here! You, you! Come back here! Come back here, God dammit! I'll sic my dog on you!"
                          
As I turned around from the other side of the fence, I saw Gordie practically running for his life. I don't think I've seen anyone so scared in my life. 
                          
"Run, Gordie, run!" We yelled. 
                          
"Chopper, sic him! Sic him boy!" Milo hollered as he chased after Gordie who was now at the top of the fence. When he jumped down and saw the 'deadly' beast, Chopper, his face twisted in confusion. 
                          
"That's Chopper?"
                          
Chopper didn't look like a beast at all. He looked like an innocent dog with nothing to protect him but a mean bark, that's all. 
                          
"Come on, Choppy! Kiss my ass, Choppy! Kiss my ass! Come on, bite shit! Come on, Choppy! Sic balls, Choppy!" Teddy teased. 
                          
"Hey, you, kids! Stop teasing that dog! You hear me? Stop it! Sonny, I'll beat your ass for teasing my dog like that!" Milo shouted. 
                          
"Yeah? I'd like to see you try to climb over the fence to get me, fatass!" Teddy laughed. 
                          
"Don't call me that, you little tin-weasel peckerwood loony's son!"
                          
Teddy stopped dead in his tracks. "What did you call me?"
                          
"I know who you are. You're Teddy Duchamp. Your dad's a loony. A loony up in the nuthouse at Togus. He took your ear and he put it to a stove and he burnt it off."
                          
"My father stormed the beach at Normandy," Teddy said defensively. 
                          
"He's crazier than a shithouse rat. No wonder you're acting the way you are. With a loony for a father."
                          
"You call my dad a loony again and I'll kill you."
                          
"Loony, loony, loony," the junkman said childishly. 
                          
Teddy screamed as he hopped onto the fence. "I'm gonna rip your head off and shit down your neck!"
                          
We all began to drag Teddy away, which proved to be quite a challenge since his grip on the fence was quite strong. 
                          
"Come back here! I said come back here!"
                          
Teddy did nothing but cry as we walked away from that dick of a junkman. And for once, I couldn't blame him.