daddies.”
“Alter cocka?” Clark asked. Charles laughed.
Prying father aside, Clark was crazy about Sarah and wasn’t going to let anyone or anything get between them. The meeting with her parents went well enough; at least Sarah’s mother liked him. With that out of the way, Clark was able to devote the rest of his week to putting together his Saturday night party. It couldn’t come soon enough. And little did he know, it would change their lives forever.
CHAPTER 3
John awoke on Thursday morning, got dressed, and said bye to his father─ who was drunk and passed out in his recliner at the time, and got a ride from Charles with the intent of staying over at Charles’s place for the remainder of the week. Staying true to his word on both counts, Charles took John out for burgers and fries after class on Thursday. They went to some expensive downtown restaurant, at Fountain Square, that John had never heard of.
“You’re the best, man. I really owe you,” John told Charles on more than one occasion before sweeping his long blonde hair out of his face as he did so frequently.
“Maybe it’s time for a haircut,” Charles said as they both laughed.
Charles also made John feel right at home when he stayed at the Walsh mansion for the rest of the week. He ate incredible meals, was in a more cheerful spirit, and didn’t have his recliner-ridden father around to annoy, anger, and depreciate him. He consistently took time to thank Charles who told him not to even think about it. On Friday night John even went on a double date with Charles after Charles picked up two girls he had met only hours prior.
“Dude, I don’t know how you do it,” John whispered to him during the date.
“It’s easy, my man. A lotta confidence and a lotta money goes a long way.”
John laughed and returned his attention to his date, a redheaded teenage girl named Olga who paid more attention to Charles than him. But John didn’t mind─ he was having a splendid time far away from where he usually laid his head and that was more than enough for him. Fifteen minutes into the date and Charles was on one side of the table making out with his blonde haired companion while John was dryly telling Olga about his favorite philosophers.
John wasn’t able to win his date over until he finally turned the conversation to something she was at least faintly knowledgeable of─ they began chatting about music and John finally got her to smile. She was even more fascinated when John told her that he was staying at Charles’s house.
“You’re staying with Charles?” she questioned him with intrigue.
“Yeah,” John told her. “He’s got a pretty big place.”
“You’ve been friends with Charles for a while?” Olga asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“Well any boy who knows Charles is cool in my book.”
“Hey,” John finally confronted her, “Are you interested in me or do you just want to know Charles?”
“I think you’re fine and all,” the redheaded girl said, “But Charles is, well, Charles.”
“Yeah, I know,” John sighed.
“Sorry ,” Olga told him, “You mind if we end it here?”
“Sure, why not?” John said as Olga left him to move closer to Charles.
Before long, John was making out with two girls. Both of them were invited back to his place and John was happy to surrender his date to Charles. John happily went to bed alone that night and noticed the two girls leaving his buddy’s room the next morning. While having breakfast, Charles informed John that a chauffeur had given the girls a lift home. John asked if they were going to return.
“Olga and Steph?” Charles said, “They’re not coming back. John, my man, look around. A date a day is what I like to say.”
“So you ’re not into keeping any of them around?” John asked him.
“Nope,” Charles said bluntly.
“You wouldn’t even think about it?”
“Well,” Charles said, “I suppose if it was really the right girl. She’d