Grasshopper Jungle - Andrew Smith

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wine, full and sealed, and he placed them on the roof beside the top of the ladder.

      We theorized that maybe back in the days when Ollie was thinner, he may have climbed up here to get drunk and talk to the flamingo. Ollie Jungfrau weighed more than four hundred pounds now.

      Satan’s delivered to Tipsy Cricket Liquors.

      “Have you ever been drunk, Porcupine?” Robby said.

      “No.”

      “One of these days, let’s get drunk together.”

      “Okay,” I said.

      Like considering most things that were against some well-intended list of rules, thinking about getting drunk for the first time with Robby made me feel horny.

      We found two round aluminum canisters that had reels of 16 mm film in them. Nobody watched 16 mm movies anymore. There was an old projector at Curtis Crane Lutheran Academy, but we decided not to take the films, just in case they were pornos or something.

      We did want to take the flamingo, though.

      Robby placed the plastic pink flamingo next to the bottles of wine.

      “One of us can climb down first, then the other can toss down the bird and the wine,” Robby said.

      Robby also found a Halloween mask. It was covered in fur and looked like the face of a grimacing lemur. It was the face a lemur in an electric chair would make. That had to come home with us, too, we decided.

      “If you ever want to get shot in Ealing, walk through someone’s backyard at night with a lemur mask on,” Robby said.

      WE FINALLY FOUND our shoes and put them on.

      I was embarrassed to admit it, but it was kind of emotional for us being reunited with our stuff after that very long day.

      I could see how Robby felt the same.

      We put our skateboards down with the rest of the things we’d gathered, and then we sat beside the rooftop air ventilation unit to relax and have another cigarette.

      “It feels good to have my shoes back,” Robby said.

      “If we didn’t find them, I was going to let you have those Adidas of mine.”

      “Thanks.”

      We both exhaled smoke at the same time.

      “Austin?”

      “What?”

      “Do you realize that today we got beaten up for being queers?”

      “I know.”

      “But you’re not a queer,” Robby offered.

      “I don’t think so.”

      “Well, I apologize.”

      “You didn’t do anything, Rob.”

      Sometimes, I called him Rob.

      “I’ve never done anything,” he said. “I’ve never even been kissed or anything, but I still get beaten up.”

      “Shann kisses you all the time.”

      “That isn’t what I mean.”

      “I know.”

      “Well, if I’m going to get beat up for being queer, at least I’d like to know one time what it feels like to be kissed.”

      “Um. I guess you deserve that. You know. Everyone deserves to not feel alone.”

      “Can I kiss you, Austin?”

      The air suddenly became unbreathably thin.

      I thought about it. I shook my head.

      “That would be too weird.”

      “Sorry.”

      “Don’t be.”

      We sat there, smoking.

      Everything was shitty and confusing.

      Robby felt terrible.

      I said, “I guess I would kiss you, Robby.”

      “Don’t feel like you have to.”

      “I don’t feel that way.”

      So Robby Brees, my best friend, and the guy who taught me how to dance so I could set into motion Shann Collins’s falling in love with me, scooted around with his shoulders turned toward mine.

      He was nervous.

      I was terrified.

      I watched him swallow a couple times.

      Then Robby placed his cigarette carefully down on the gravel beside his foot. He put his hand behind my neck and kissed me.

      He kissed me the way I kiss Shann, but it felt different, intense, scary.

      Robby’s tongue tasted like cigarettes when he slid it inside my mouth. I liked the taste, but it made me more confused. Our teeth bumped together. It made a sound like chimes in my head. I never bumped teeth with Shann when I kissed her.

      When we finished kissing, Robby pulled his face away and I watched him lick his lips and swallow.

      Robby’s eyes were wet, like he was going to cry or something.

      He looked away and wiped his eyes.

      Robby said, “I’m sorry.”

      “No. It’s okay. I said you could. I said let’s do it.”

      “Is it okay?”

      “I said so, Robby. It was weird. Really. Are you okay?”

      “I think that was the best moment of time in my entire life, Austin.” Robby wiped his eyes and said, “Thank you. I’ve wanted to ask you to do that forever.”

      “You could have asked me.”

      “I didn’t want you to hate me.”

      “How could I hate you?”

      “For wanting to do that to you.”

      “Oh. Well. I am sorry if it was clumsy. I didn’t know if I was supposed to act like the man or the woman.”

      Robby picked up his cigarette.

      “You weren’t supposed to act at all.”

      “Good. Because I’m pretty sure I was just being . . . um . . . Porcupine.”

      Robby puffed.

      “You know what, Robby?”

      “What?”

      “If you ever want to get shot in Ealing, do that in someone’s yard at night.”

      WE SAT THERE without saying anything else until we’d smoked our cigarettes down.

      I tried not to think about what Robby and I did.

      What Robby and I just did was the only thing I could think about.

      If I was confused and torn before going up on the roof with Robby, I was pulp, ready to be spit out by history, after we spent a few minutes there.

      I tried to think like we didn’t actually do it, but I could still taste Robby’s mouth in mine. I tried to listen for Shann moving around below us in Grasshopper Jungle, so I wouldn’t hear my mind telling me how it would be all right if Robby asked if he could kiss me again sometime.

      It would be thrilling and daring.

      After midnight, Ealing is quieter than a stone coffin.

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