The Boy Next Door Page #2

Hey, check it out.

Look who it is! Whiz!

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Okay, okay!

- Jason! Guys!

- Did you pee-pee?

Oh, what is this, huh?

Come on.

Is this your EpiPen?

Your little penis purse?

You guys, stop it!

Get out of the store!

The kid still pisses the bed.

All three of you, get out!

Okay, all right, fine, fine.

- See you later, Whizzy.

- Stay away from liquids.

Hey, Noah, are you ready to go?

Uh, Allie, how much

is this gonna be?

I'll ring it up.

Clutch is in.

We're all good.

You thirsty?

Yeah.

Thanks for fixing the door.

And for including him.

Hey, there was this kid

at the hardware store

giving him a hard time.

Jason Zimmer?

Um, skater kid, red hair,

permanently dumb look

on his face?

That would be the one.

Kept on calling him "The Whiz."

He actually had an incident

a couple of years ago

on a playground

where he got stung by a bee,

and his throat swelled up

and he panicked

and lost control.

Whiz.

Whiz.

Oh, man.

Kids can be cruel.

Especially kids like Jason Zimmer.

But, please,

don't tell him I told you.

He'd be mortified.

You can trust me.

Anyways, uh, you're all set.

- This is very exciting.

- Very exciting moment.

It works!

Thank you.

I'm gonna take off

this cover real quick.

- Put it over there.

- On the ground?

Uh, wherever.

Just set it down, doesn't matter.

Set it down?

Yeah.

All right, now this

bad boy right here

is the alternator.

You know what this does?

No.

It charges the battery.

So, I'm gonna

do one piece of it,

you're gonna do the other, all right?

All right.

- All right?

- Yeah.

You're actually

going the opposite way.

Yeah.

All right,

we're gonna check out the alternator.

You're loosening it up

rather than tightening it.

How's that?

It's in there.

You wanna finish it off, Noah?

I'll just do it in there.

Okay.

Yeah, this one needs two...

Make sure it's

actually in there.

To the right?

Okay, I'm changing the subject.

Um, how long will your

uncle be in the hospital?

Um, I don't know.

It's all about

the transplant taking.

Well, until he's better,

you can come over for dinner here

anytime, okay?

I don't want you eating

by yourself. I mean it.

Thanks, but I don't

wanna impose.

Oh, I do.

Especially if she's making the guacamole.

You are not an imposition.

Are you saying I am?

Mmm.

Well, in that case,

I wouldn't mind

imposing on your

literature class.

Oh, no, dude,

you don't wanna do that.

They call her

"The Crusher."

Is that what they call me?

Yes.

Yeah.

You know what?

Carry your own plate.

Clean up all the dishes.

Now he's really

worried about it.

Strange kid.

Why?

Can't put my finger on it.

Don't try so hard.

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