"i did not say that at all, i said it is not for fact-finding, i said it is only an aide. i recommend looking at several sources since only looking at one will inevitably lead you to learning something untrue. not everything can be right all of the time and not everyone gives only unbiased facts let alone all the facts"

"Except for the simple fact that it has facts. You can not exclude all facts from wikipedia and while some of it might be opinions or untrue there is still some of it based on some small fact. It is no different then a scholarly article or reading a magazine. The only difference is the source is some one noteworthy instead of an anonymous person on the net."

"you are not listening!" angrily he dropped his dog back into the paper sleeve, "i am not not discrediting wikipedia i am saying that you would be a moron to blindly follow it as a stand-alone source of true and unbiased information when the correct thing to do is to find several resources and draw from the cumulative knowledge you have gained an opinion based on what you have learned as a whole!"

Watching the pudgy boy turn red with anger was amusing. "Of course you did. You said Wikipedia was for dates and not for facts and that I am better off with a book, then you just said it was not for fact finding. Which is kinda the same thing." He grinned. "If Wikipedia had an article on the sky and said it was blue, that is a fact, I found it on the site, there is no bias to it. However anything even the books you treasure so much can have a bias too it depending on the author. Historians have always written bias accounts given the time in history it was written. So why are you getting angry?" He said finally taking a sip from his drink.

by now the food lay forgotten and only decking the asshole next to him was on his mind, "no, no, no! you are not listening! i did not say that and if you'd unclog your ears you would hear me, i am saying that no one resource, regardless of what it is or where it comes from is, by itself, a definite source! i am saying you must read several source that means more than one, MORE THAN ONE!, to have an accurate, or as close to accurate view as you can. if you pick one book it is the same as if you just used wikipedia, it does not matter if it is a book or not it matters that you use commonsense and don't blindly listen to the first person to tell you the sky is blue, and for the fucking record the sky is lavender in some places and gray in others not just blue!"


(yeah i meant !, to be like that, i am not sure how to write a sentence fragment following an exclamation, also he is starting to look really mad, just drop it or something before he hits you)

He laughed some more at the boy and mused that he could talk with out saying shit for more then a few moments. Seeing the red face he reached down into one of the bags pulled out a corn dog and put it in the boys mouth before he could say any more. "Shut up, its my car eat your damn food." He snorted and turned back to his own meal. Wondering if Wikipedia knew where the sunset was lavender.

that was the last straw and a total violation of his personal space. spitting out the food he quickly swung a punch with his right arm, it was not a solid hit because of the belt but it stopped the uproarious laughter coming from the bastard next to him

He didn't expect the blow or the coughing that came with it and was thankful the boy had gotten out of his seat and his car. Frantically he searched around his glove compartment for his inhaler to get more air into his lungs.

in his hurry he had forgotten his bag but at this point he just wanted away before he could get the shit pummeled out of him and took to a dash through the parkinglot towards his house

It took all his will power not to shove the boys forgotten bag out of his car and run it over. After a few quick puffs he was able to breath with out coughing. He watched skittles run across the parking lot. For a few moments he vindictively decided to simply keep the bag as his war prize. But as he sat sipping his drink he thought better of it. He got out of his car with his umbrella and the bag and ran after skittles.

it was times like these he cursed his fat weak body and clearing the edge he was overthrown by the other who grabbed him by the back of the shirt, whipping around he tried to throw another punch but the weight of the man and the slickness of the ground was too much and slipping in the grass he ended up taking a tumble with the other guy on top

The fall was unexpected, and landing on the soft squishy body he made no move to get up. His legs felt like they were were being stung by many tiny needles and his food wanted to come back up from the cold run in the rain. His head rested against Skittles quickly palpating chest that nearly matched his own. He pulled the parcel from under his shirt and delivered it to the body beneath him. "Your... bag." He wheezed trying to draw in a deep breath.

he felt like puking and so did not bother with the bag shoved against him though in a stroke of sky-ward mercy the rain picked that moment to stop. sweezing he did not bother moving while his clothes quickly soaked through though he managed to croak out a single 'idiot' all the same

"I know... you too." Where the last words he managed to say in a high pitched wheeze before he closed his eyes and started to breathe like a fish that had been dropped on dry land.

he was still sulking even after they had gotten up and back into the car and as the other boy drove to his house he shuffled morosely through his things to make sure nothing was too wet

As he drove he huffed down puffs of his medicine as if it were cocaine. Silently he pulled up to where the boy lived and stalled his car, resisting the urge to kick the boy out. Instead he reached behind him and dropped the food he intended for him to have in his lap.

he did not understand as the other reached behind the seat and brought out the food from before and looking over he could not read the face. he made a sour face, "what is this for?"

He was ready to go to his own apartment and lay by his air purifier reading a book under his blankets but the boy had not gotten out of his car. "I bought it for you." He said "Its still yours and the umbrella."

"......why?" as he spoke his mouth turned down farther, "we got in an argument, i hit you and now we are both soaking wet and leaking all over the upholstery.... i am surprised you even brought me home"

He breathed in deeply so that he could say more then three words. "Let me state a few facts about me not found on the web." He said drawing yet another breath and smiling. "one I never called it an argument until you punched me... so you need to learn to take a chill p... pill. Two." Jordon found himself pausing for longer. "Two when I give you something, out of the kindness of my... heart, its not for me to take back. Go... pay it forward or something if you don't want it."

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Stunned speechless Jordon simply put his car in reverse and waited until the boy was safely in his house before pulling out of the parking lot. He did not expect to see the lad again and suppose the kiss was... He had no thoughts for why the boy kissed him, the same one that punched him.

it had only been a week but in that week it went up to nearly ninety and in an effort to cut down on electricity his mom made a habit of kicking him and his sister out all day long, this wouldn't be so bad but he was already running low on cash for the movies and his sis wasn't the sort to share. as he sat in the darkened theater however it did not matter and slumping in his seat he settled to eat popcorn and watch yet another summer flop to help kill time before dinner

By the time he arrived the movie had already started. He rushed to buy his snacks and join his friend in the theater. It was easy to spot her in the middle of the row. He climbed the darkened stair case tripping over the edge of one of the stairs and into the side of a persons thigh. Luckily he fell into the soft squishy flesh instead of the corner of the seat. He mumbled an apology.

it was dejavu as he was once more violated and looking down he realized with dread it was the guy from before. taking a deep breath he tried to stay clever and not look stupid, "should have figured the not-so-subtle grope was your opening move but i am afraid i've already been felt up"

He pressed his finger closed to the boys keeping the lips from saying any more shushing him as a librarian would. A few eyes turned to stare at them. Jordon looked over the crowds once more unable to find his friend and crouching he rolled passed Skittles and into the seat next to him.

his comment backfired when instead of leaving or being embarrassed the other just gave him an unreadable look and with much to much touching involved sat down next to him. he tried to hold back on simply running off, "that seat is occupied"

He turned and looked at Skittles pulling his finger to his lips once more. Turning back to the movie he settled into the seat. If some one really was there he would simply move over.

the guy's flippant and uncaring response was insulting and shoving his popcorn at the other he made to stand. a hand however reached out and grabbed his own before he could get out of the chair and firmly kept him, looking over he squinted in the darkness but what he could see of the other boy's face showed him to not even be paying attention. angrily he tried to jerk free but the hand was unyielding and sitting back in his seat he leaned close enough to be heard, "let me the fuck go you creep"

His life was full of should haves, and this time he should have simply let the boy go before it rained popcorn on his head. Stoically angered eyes turned on the boy as his fingers dropped the wrist. He pushed his body away from the seat briskly walking out of the theater with popcorn bouncing off various parts of his body except for the kernals nesting in his locks.

he was shocked when his threat actually yielded a response though the pedo guy flinging popcorn everywhere and staggering off was not what he expected and staring wide-eyed he watched as the guy left the theater

Instead of going home he walked to the diner hoping to nurse his day in lactose death, buying a cheese burger a milk shake and some fries with enough cheese, he could make a miniature Wisconsin.

Nearly a week later he had found himself at the theater again. Since most of the movie goers had seen the movie he was able to enjoy prime seating in a theater alone.

there was something refreshing about watching kiddie-flicks in an empty theater though his good mood was lost when, walking out o the darkened room, he saw the pedo guy coming out of the opposite door. freezing he swallowed

The movie exceeded his expectations and smiling he fished out the large bag off skittles pausing at the door to see if there were any more blues left. It was too bad that pudgy boy was not there to eat the rest and since he didn't want the rainbow mess in his car he'd simply throw them away.

he was not sure if it was luck or a higher power but despite being out in the open where he could be easily spotted the other boy did not notice him in the least and he was able to regain control over his feet and backtrack into the theater-room before he was seen

He looked up hearing the double doors and shrugged it off as an employee when he saw no one else. Silently Jordon dropped the bag into the garbage and went to go find himself somem real food that would not get so easily stuck in his teeth.

he waited for several minutes until he was sure the boy had left before leaving the theater and heading for the buss-stop. he didn't know if he was being stalked or if it was just very bad luck but he was not going to hang around any longer to find out

Just as he was about to pull out the parking lot he saw his favorite flavor of skittles standing at the bus stop. He pulled up to the curb rolling down the passenger window. "Hay, need a lift? I mean I know where you live so its no biggie." He flashed a grin.

a few minutes before the bus arrived his least favorite person drove up and putting his gameboy back in his bag he held the whole thing close, "why are you talking to me? i figured when i told you to fuck off you got the hint..... i don't like you, leave me alone pedo-guy"

"Says the one that kissed the Pedo guy... Speaking of which why did you kiss me?" He unbuckled his seat belt so that he could lean close to the window. "For that matter why do you keep calling me a pedo?"