“Soon the feral beast did beautify our wounds
With a body that knew:
You shouldn’t hurt the ones you love, unless you really want to”
─ Destroyer, “Self-Portrait with Thing (Tonight is not Your Night)”
Through the bus window’s squitchy pane, Nathan watched the cul-de-sacs pass and frowned at where he approximated Bernice’s house to be. The bus poised in traffic, was like a slow beast with a belly full of bees, a day of school’s worth of talking pent up and being released. The boy behind Nathan repeatedly removed and reapplied the tape to the back of the seat. The racket subsided in intervals with the deposit of students at each stop. You could hear that R.E.M. song playing on the radio if you listened close.
Walking home Michael caught up to him and asked him whether he saw the wrestling match last night and as usual Nathan hadn’t.
─ Well he had ‘im in this headlock, like this! And then you know I was showing Mussolini how it happened at lunch and then Mrs. Rosson is kinda pissed and is like, “What are you doing?! Stop hitting Jeffrey!” and I tried to explain that I was just demonstrating and of course Mussolini is all red in the face cuz he’s a bit of a baby.
─ Haha wow, did you get in trouble? said Nathan.
─ Just detention is all.