TITLE: From the Neighborhood
Two cops have just broken up a small gathering of kids hanging out on the street in front of Jack's house.
Jack was so preoccupied with the odd bit of lust swirling about his head that he forgot about the cops sitting by the curbside until Connelly let out a sharp, high-pitched whistle.
"Yeah?" Jack asked, not bothering to hide the uncertainty in his voice.
"You need to be careful hanging around with those guys, Jackie." Buddy Boy said, leaning over his partner to look Jack in the face.
"They're okay. We were just sitting on the porch. No biggie."
What's Buddy Boy's deal? How does he even know my name... And why the hell is he calling me Jackie?
"Yeah, look, I know they're your friends and all, but Rusty and Jinxie get into some things. Your mom wouldn't want you to get into trouble, okay? Just don't do anything stupid."
My mom? Wait a second.
"You know my mom?"
"Ohhh, yeah... he knows her." Connelly sang it, biting down on his fat bottom lip as a mist of spittle escaped from the space between his teeth, hitting the dash.
The glare Buddy Boy shot his partner wasn't lost on Jack. Funny, hanging out with Rusty wouldn't get him in near as much trouble as jacking a cop in the face, but that's pretty much what he wanted to do now.
"Just," Buddy Boy continued, "be careful, and don't get involved too much, okay?"
He didn't wait for a response. Jack was still kneeling on the ground at window's height when the squad car pulled out onto the street.