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Realized Appreciation pg.6

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"-all your fault, you doped up, clumsy-"
"-said I was sorry-"Jeff held up his arm (a useless bandage wrapped around it) to ineffectually stop me from throttling him.

"Mr.Thompson, your parents are here"
We kept our hands to ourselves like good boys as we were led out of our cell to Jeff's awaiting folks, who didn't look at all bothered.
Along with the 3 hours spent at the police station, the trip to the hospital took 45 minutes. Jeff had to have his wrist set back in place.
After over an hour of waiting, he slowly stumbled out, his arm in a cast. The pot may not have affected him, but the morphine they gave him sure did. Loopy from the drugs, his eternally emotionless expression was penetrated by quick little smiles and twitches. Looking all around, he lit up like a kid on Christmas when he saw me.
Staggering to me, he addressed me, his voice even higher than usual.
"Helloo Adam! Adam…The First father Mr. Adams!"
Then he leaned on me, almost like he was drunk, another experience I hoped never to share with him.
"You're my…greatest companion, y'know that?" Jeff was slurring his words a little as he started to hug me, making me all the more embarrassed by the staring passersbys.
"Yes, I know" hugs weren't going to undo this long day.
Smiling more, he then bent down and kissed me on the cheek.
"Jeezuz Jeff!" I nearly shouted. With one hand on his chest (trying unsuccessfully to push him away) it looked like I was giving him a one-armed hug when his parents walked into the waiting room. Thankfully, it was just a hug I was trapped in at that moment. Of course, they gave us the same "Aw, how cute!" look that they'd been giving us for years.
When we made it to the mini-van, I dreaded the sanctimonious lesson that was about to be drilled into my brain. But there was none. Jeff's parents really were more liberal than mine, the combined resource of their son's free spirit.
I at least expected some stiff disappointment from his mother, but she was every bit as lax as her American husband.
"How does that arm feel, Jefferson?" she asked offhandedly, not turning around. She was always the only one never to use his nickname.
"Good and numb. Can't feel a thing" Jeff replied happily
"That's good"
Mr. Thompson, the friendly grocer, turned his profile to me from the driver's seat.
"Adam, was that your first time smoking grass?" he ask almost conversationally.
I was too tired be anything but frank.
"Yes"
"That explains it" He said simply, no disappointment anywhere. They were not angry at the unexpected misdeed committed by their golden child. They no doubt knew about his smoking habits, and maybe even approved.
"I explained what happened to your parents. They were young once too, and I'm sure they will understand."
The car came to a stop and I was dropped off in front of my house. Jeff, still with a goofy smile, was waving with his good hand, giving me the "call me" sign too.
Resisting the urge to punch the window, I made the walk of shame to the door. Since they didn't kill me, I guess my parents were lenient. Once they got my car from the impound lot, I was indefinitely banned from driving it. They didn't blame Jeff (of course) and insinuated it was my fault for not saying no.
It was a felony misdemeanor, even with the police trying their best to make us think we were going to spend the next five years in jail. I tried not to think of the thousands my parents probably had to pay. I was grateful that my future political plans wouldn't be blocked, since the petition to remove the incident from our records was a success.
We were still dealing with the court proceedings and occasional drug tests when the election rolled around.

We had our disagreements, since we were practically opposites on everything. When we were running the student council, the arguments popped up more frequently and more heatedly. Our fights never came to blows, since Mr. Pacifist would never fight back, but our words were all we needed. Aside from literally throwing a book at me, there was one occasion that got passed that.

"You never listen to me! I don't know why I put up with your indolence!" Jeff was starting to actually glare, which was as rare as him smiling.

"Oh, please! What would a social retard like you do without me!?" I was too angry to censor myself.

"Well, you are so exceedingly vain that a Napoleon complex wouldn't begin to cover you!"
"Are you calling me fat?" My powder keg was getting ready to blow.

"Oh no", Jeff began with a sarcastic joy "I would never comment upon your puffy conceit, Your Rotundity!"
His hair and pants weren't the only red I saw as I tackled him onto the sofa. The 50 pounds I had on didn't pin him down like I thought it would. The next thing I knew, I was pressed into the couch as he sat on my back.

"-bony ass off me!' I tried to yell, my bellows were muffled.

"Bony? I assure you, your backside is anything but that!" he was almost laughing. A new weight sank me deeper into the fabric. The ginger bastard was laying on me, the space between his shoulder blades pushing against the back of my head.

"At least you make a good cushion" He noted, before pretending to fall asleep.
In his own way, he could be a jerk.

I thought Jeff running against me was a joke. It was just him trying to push my buttons some more, or the rest of them pulling some kind of prank. But it was neither. I thought my reelection was assured after I made my points and promises.
But then Jeff, standing a few feet away from me behind his own podium, announced his insights, enlightening to the audience and scathing to me, reassuring a term free of the problems of mine and with benefits never before applied.
I knew that Jeff did not want to be president. He had no interest in it, but why run?
I thought he was trying to embarrass me, to run just out of the desire to spite me for some reason.
Not just based on a couple of the founding fathers, but this was also based on an experience of mine, when I was in a hospital for over a month. My sister still brings up how goofy I acted on all the drugs they were giving me.
One derisive nickname of John Adams was "His Rotundity" because of his stature. He was also very temperamental, leading to many disagreements with his vice president. And Thomas Jefferson had a British mother.
Almost done, humor me.
Thomas Jefferson+ John Adams+ modern times+ adolescence= this story.

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