Cupcake by Rachel Cohn Page B
Authors: Rachel Cohn
Tags: United States, Fiction, General, Family & Relationships, People & Places, Family, Juvenile Fiction, Children's Books - Young Adult Fiction, Travel, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 10-12), Social Issues, Interpersonal relations, New York (N.Y.), Northeast, Middle Atlantic, New Experience, Dating & Sex, Parenting, Lifestyles, City & Town Life, Social Issues - Dating & Sex, Stepfamilies, Social Issues - New Experience, Lifestyles - City & Town Life, Stepparenting
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the head pastry chef at some hot new restaurant in Chelsea, a combination designed, of course, to make Danny rage with jealousy. Kudos, Aaron! Danny was the one, after all, who'd left him.
Yet Danny had the gall to not appear jealous of Aaron's presence here tonight, dangling some serious arm candy. Instead he smiled and waved at Aaron, who was also wearing a white disco suit with flipped-out hair. Danny said, "How weird that we both ended up in disco Halloween outfits without even consulting each other in advance first. Do you like Aaron's Andy Gibb Solid Gold-era thing, CC?"
Men. I give up on them.
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If it were Shrimp over there dancing with a new love, I would absolutely have the decency to rage with jealousy for his benefit. So much for the stereotype that gay men are more highly evolved beings. I put Danny on too high a pedestal. I should have known he's a boy just like the rest of them. Clueless. I mean, how could you look at Denny Terrio staring at Andy Gibb on a moonlit Manhattan rooftop and not know they are like true loves predetermined by fate to walk through life together?
Luckily, two most excellent specimens of manhood emerged through the stairwell door and into our party, in the form of two NYPD cops. They approached me first. "This your party?"
I hoped this was some type of sick striptease belated eighteenth birthday present for me from Danny. I was all, "No way, officer," feeling the night's first promise of a smile on my face, but Danny's concerned expression let me know the cops were the real deal. Damn.
"I'm throwing the party," Danny said. "Is there a problem?"
At least if they weren't strippers the cops did have a quality good cop-bad cop routine. Good cop said, "Folks, we got a complaint about noise from one of your neighbors."
"Max!" Danny exclaimed.
Bad cop threw in, "Turn the fuckin' music down."
"Max?" I asked.
Danny said, "You know, Ceece, your favorite rear window binoculars victim during your leg cast imprisonment? The tyrant with the
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garden apartment in the building opposite ours, the most hated neighbor within our courtyard radius? Noise complaints are his specialty."
Mystery man! Who spends all his courtyard garden time making noise on a laptop, yet who complains about neighbors' noise!
Bad cop added, "It's Halloween, and we've got better things to do than respond to ridiculous noise complaints. Keep the noise level down or we cite you for improper congregation without a permit."
Danny made the throat slash sign toward the DJ, who turned the volume down and changed the groove, totally going Enya on us. Mean!
I handed good and bad cop a cupcake each for their service. They accepted the peace offering and left. From the rear view of their asses, I'd say if the cops lessened their doughnut consumption by about ten percent, they could have a definite future in stripping.
I was finally ready for some socializing. I grabbed a tray of party cupcakes and followed the cops marching down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Danny called after me. "This is your party!"
"I have a date with destiny," I shouted up through the stairs. This Max guy called the cops on a party in the Village. On freakin' Halloween. That is SO punk.
I gotta meet this mystery man finally.
Shrimp is not coming to rescue me. Not now. Not ever.
New existence, let's get this party started.
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ELEVEN
Buzz.
Nothin'.
Buzz.
Nothin'.
Buzz.
"Who the hell is buzzing?"
Contact!
"Avon calling," I said into mystery man's apartment building intercom speaker. I felt confident the Nixon administration-era intercom would work similarly to the one in Danny's and my apartment building, and that what mystery man would hear would not be "Avon calling!" but "Azhghrt kwz ing!"
The lobby door buzzed open. Gibberish, successful. Access, granted.
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Hey now, I'm a sorceress in VonHuffingUptight threads.
Mystery man opened his apartment door only a crack, but I could see across the chain lock that he wore his
Yet Danny had the gall to not appear jealous of Aaron's presence here tonight, dangling some serious arm candy. Instead he smiled and waved at Aaron, who was also wearing a white disco suit with flipped-out hair. Danny said, "How weird that we both ended up in disco Halloween outfits without even consulting each other in advance first. Do you like Aaron's Andy Gibb Solid Gold-era thing, CC?"
Men. I give up on them.
68
If it were Shrimp over there dancing with a new love, I would absolutely have the decency to rage with jealousy for his benefit. So much for the stereotype that gay men are more highly evolved beings. I put Danny on too high a pedestal. I should have known he's a boy just like the rest of them. Clueless. I mean, how could you look at Denny Terrio staring at Andy Gibb on a moonlit Manhattan rooftop and not know they are like true loves predetermined by fate to walk through life together?
Luckily, two most excellent specimens of manhood emerged through the stairwell door and into our party, in the form of two NYPD cops. They approached me first. "This your party?"
I hoped this was some type of sick striptease belated eighteenth birthday present for me from Danny. I was all, "No way, officer," feeling the night's first promise of a smile on my face, but Danny's concerned expression let me know the cops were the real deal. Damn.
"I'm throwing the party," Danny said. "Is there a problem?"
At least if they weren't strippers the cops did have a quality good cop-bad cop routine. Good cop said, "Folks, we got a complaint about noise from one of your neighbors."
"Max!" Danny exclaimed.
Bad cop threw in, "Turn the fuckin' music down."
"Max?" I asked.
Danny said, "You know, Ceece, your favorite rear window binoculars victim during your leg cast imprisonment? The tyrant with the
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garden apartment in the building opposite ours, the most hated neighbor within our courtyard radius? Noise complaints are his specialty."
Mystery man! Who spends all his courtyard garden time making noise on a laptop, yet who complains about neighbors' noise!
Bad cop added, "It's Halloween, and we've got better things to do than respond to ridiculous noise complaints. Keep the noise level down or we cite you for improper congregation without a permit."
Danny made the throat slash sign toward the DJ, who turned the volume down and changed the groove, totally going Enya on us. Mean!
I handed good and bad cop a cupcake each for their service. They accepted the peace offering and left. From the rear view of their asses, I'd say if the cops lessened their doughnut consumption by about ten percent, they could have a definite future in stripping.
I was finally ready for some socializing. I grabbed a tray of party cupcakes and followed the cops marching down the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Danny called after me. "This is your party!"
"I have a date with destiny," I shouted up through the stairs. This Max guy called the cops on a party in the Village. On freakin' Halloween. That is SO punk.
I gotta meet this mystery man finally.
Shrimp is not coming to rescue me. Not now. Not ever.
New existence, let's get this party started.
70
***
ELEVEN
Buzz.
Nothin'.
Buzz.
Nothin'.
Buzz.
"Who the hell is buzzing?"
Contact!
"Avon calling," I said into mystery man's apartment building intercom speaker. I felt confident the Nixon administration-era intercom would work similarly to the one in Danny's and my apartment building, and that what mystery man would hear would not be "Avon calling!" but "Azhghrt kwz ing!"
The lobby door buzzed open. Gibberish, successful. Access, granted.
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Hey now, I'm a sorceress in VonHuffingUptight threads.
Mystery man opened his apartment door only a crack, but I could see across the chain lock that he wore his
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