totally hot." Joe looked over at her friend. She was also about sixteen years old with straight black hair and looked halfway between Indian and oriental. She covered her face. Joe looked and was immediately felt attracted to the slender girl. Joe felt goosebumps on his arms. No, Joe thought, she is way too young. At least mentally. Kento was hunched back in his chair covering his mouth. He was clearly laughing. Joe blushed. The girl pushed a pen and pad in front of Joe. "Could you please, please sign this to Amy Sue from Joe Vallone." "Uh, okay." Joe grabbed the pen and signed the pad 'to Amy Sue from a completely embarrassed Joe Vallone'. "Oh wow thank you so much, I can't believe you wrote her a personal message. She's a chicken so here's her number in case you want to hang out or something, and I think you should because she is really nice," the girl turned and said, "Oh and my name is Anna." She smiled a broad smile at Joe. She hurried back to her friend, who had crawled into a ball. Joe was mortified. Kento was laughing harder than ever. "You always had a way with the ladies." "You want to go to the shop tonight?" Joe changed the subject. "Do I ever, I've been out of work for six months. I'm going nuts." Kento was still grinning. "I don't know where it is so I'll have to follow you." "It's on the north shore." "Hmmmm. Do mind if I drop the bike off at home? It's getting pretty cold." "No problem." Kento smiled at Joe. Joe shook his head. He wasn't going to live this down for a while.
Chapter 11
Joe watched the sun set as he waited outside Kento's apartment building. He nervously watched a group of warmly dressed kids through the windshield of Lucy's van. They were in their late teens and twenties, drinking from bottles covered in paper bags. His eyes danced between the many multi- colored arrows displayed in his clarks. The triangular graphics were busy indicating where each individual was, their current direction, and speed. The arrows where all pointed straight down right now, but Joe was ready if they started to move. A new color arrow appeared pointing towards the young men. He turned his head to include it in his view. Kento opened the front door of his building, and walked straight towards the youths. One of the kids noticed his approach and alerted the others. Their arrows stirred like warming molecules. Kento also observed this and quickened his pace toward them. Joe blindly reached around the floor of the van for a weapon of some length or girth. He settled on a two foot socket extension jammed under a tool box. I haven't seen my aunt for my clot shot yet, I can't get hit, he told himself. "I hope Kento can handle this," Joe confessed to no one. Joe stood up and opened the door in one swift movement. He looked up as his left foot hit the ground. Kento was walking toward him, backwards. "Okay, thanks. I owe you." Kento was talking to the unruly mob. The kids found this uproariously funny. Kento turned and strutted toward the van. Two of the larger young men waved. Joe sheepishly sat back down in the drivers seat. He tried to subtlety wedge the two foot socket extension behind his seat as Kento got in the van. Kento looked over and saw the weapon as he reached for his seat belt. "You thought I was going to fight them?" Kento looked amused.
"Well, yeah," Joe said reluctantly. "Those are guys from the neighborhood. I taught them everything they know." Kento observed his frazzled look. "You should come to Kempo too. With your speed you could be very dangerous." "It's not that simple." "It's no different than track. You're strong and coordinated, it should be a breeze." Joe thought about how much he ached from all the running at school. If he hadn't been a natural runner and athlete, he never could have succeeded at all. He wondered how much faster and stronger he would have been without his weakness. Joe hated being alive. "You always stepped up to fights, but you didn't finish them. Why do you hold back? You
Chapter 11
Joe watched the sun set as he waited outside Kento's apartment building. He nervously watched a group of warmly dressed kids through the windshield of Lucy's van. They were in their late teens and twenties, drinking from bottles covered in paper bags. His eyes danced between the many multi- colored arrows displayed in his clarks. The triangular graphics were busy indicating where each individual was, their current direction, and speed. The arrows where all pointed straight down right now, but Joe was ready if they started to move. A new color arrow appeared pointing towards the young men. He turned his head to include it in his view. Kento opened the front door of his building, and walked straight towards the youths. One of the kids noticed his approach and alerted the others. Their arrows stirred like warming molecules. Kento also observed this and quickened his pace toward them. Joe blindly reached around the floor of the van for a weapon of some length or girth. He settled on a two foot socket extension jammed under a tool box. I haven't seen my aunt for my clot shot yet, I can't get hit, he told himself. "I hope Kento can handle this," Joe confessed to no one. Joe stood up and opened the door in one swift movement. He looked up as his left foot hit the ground. Kento was walking toward him, backwards. "Okay, thanks. I owe you." Kento was talking to the unruly mob. The kids found this uproariously funny. Kento turned and strutted toward the van. Two of the larger young men waved. Joe sheepishly sat back down in the drivers seat. He tried to subtlety wedge the two foot socket extension behind his seat as Kento got in the van. Kento looked over and saw the weapon as he reached for his seat belt. "You thought I was going to fight them?" Kento looked amused.
"Well, yeah," Joe said reluctantly. "Those are guys from the neighborhood. I taught them everything they know." Kento observed his frazzled look. "You should come to Kempo too. With your speed you could be very dangerous." "It's not that simple." "It's no different than track. You're strong and coordinated, it should be a breeze." Joe thought about how much he ached from all the running at school. If he hadn't been a natural runner and athlete, he never could have succeeded at all. He wondered how much faster and stronger he would have been without his weakness. Joe hated being alive. "You always stepped up to fights, but you didn't finish them. Why do you hold back? You
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