Twelve Page #3

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but already dark where the shadows are.

And it's all about want.

What do you want?

Because if you don't want something,

you've got nothing.

You are adrift.

You're washed away and then buried

under the snow and shadows...

and when in the spring the snow melts...

no one will remember

where you were frozen and buried.

And you will no longer be anywhere.

I can't find Charlie, Mike.

He left this Weird message.

Yeah.

He said he saw the popgun man in the park.

All right. Call me.

Yeah. Me and Nana Were tight.

Was he ever in any kind of trouble?

- No, man. He was straight up, man.

- How was he last night?

This punk-ass White kid, Hunter,

just started f***ing with him.

He's like a racist or something, Detective,

like one of them Nazis or some sh*t.

He comes up here to play ball at our rec

'cause he likes starting sh*t.

The Man f***ing with minorities.

Jessica had every bear

that she had ever purchased...

or that had ever been given to her

since the day she was born.

Hi.

I'm Donnie.

Aren't you too old to be a Donnie?

Tell your mom I'll call her later.

Jess. Baby.

Would you get me a little blue pill

from my medicine cabinet?

Mm-hmm.

Jessica got one pill

for her mother and two for herself.

California friends

- Hello.

- Hey, Chris. It's Jessicq.

Thank you for taking care of me last night

and getting me home and everything.

Yeah, sure.

So you get your Weed

from that White Mike dude, right?

Yeah.

Um, could I get his number?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

You want to get some and smoke?

Actually, I was thinking

about getting something else.

Where's Sara?

Oh, my God. Sean totaled his dad's Porsche

and is near death at St. Luke's.

Oh, please! He hurt his ankle

or his shoulder or something.

- Whatever.

- Is she there now?

Later. She Went to go get her teeth

Whitened for her birthday.

Exactly. What are We doing tomorrow night?

Fieldstone lacrosse team

is having one on Madison.

Riverdale boys on Fifth.

Dalton- cute guys- on 58th.

- That kid. You know his dad's-

- No.

- What?

- 58th is too far downtown.

- Well, yeah.

- Yeah.

Even though Jessica knows

she is smarter than her friends...

they agree about certain fundamental things.

Who is cool and Who is not.

Chicks must come before d*cks.

Our parents suck.

The Hamptons rock.

Oh, my God. It's Andrew. He's, like, deep.

He's never hit on me.

- He must be so gay.

- He's really cute.

Hey, Hunter. It's Andrew. Where are you, man?

I'm headed for the reservoir.

- Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God. You're bleeding. He's bleeding.

- Oh, my God. Is he okay?

- EW!

Hunter McCullough?

You played ball at the rec center,

Yeah.

You mind taking a ride down to the precinct

to answer a few questions?

Wha- About What?

The fight at the rec? Did Nana press charges?

Just a few questions, Hunter.

- I'm just gonna go change.

- No.

You're fine like that.

- Did something happen?

- No. Who said anything happened?

Just gonna ask you a few questions.

- There you go.

- Thanks, man.

White Mike.

Um, Chris sent me.

Oh, yeah. What do you need?

Um, last night I did this thing.

It's like... coke...

and then it was like ecstasy, and then-

Yeah. It's called Twelve.

Can I buy some?

I don't handle it.

Um, do you know Who does?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I can hook you up.

Chris has your number, yeah?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Bye.

In second and third grade,

Charlie's nanny, Dorrine...

an excellent woman who made $350 a week...

took Charlie, Hunter and White Mike

to the zoo regularly.

They would always wait so they could

see the animal statue strike the time.

The most important ritual, the one the boys

remembered as long as they lived...

was the weekly buying of popguns.

They were always broken by Thursday.

White Mike hadn't seen

the popgun man or Dorrine in years.

He started imagining what he would say to her.

- By the way, do you smoke dope?

- Oh, yes, Michael.

At those parties, me and all

the other nannies and housekeepers...

used to smoke spliffs

out in the back stairwell...

and talk about all the famous,

beautiful people...

after I put you to sleep.

And don't you know, Michael?

We really moved like ghosts

in and out of your lives...

just the way good help should.

Yeah. Yeah. I know What you mean.

It's like What I do now in dealing and all that.

It's like that.

I move in and out of people's lives

like a ghost...

so no one even remembers When I'm gone.

That's the way the best help

is supposed to be.

Take care of your cousin Charlie, Michael.

Where'd you get that, Charlie?

I love how shiny it is in my hand, you know.

It's like-

It's like I'm pointing lightning, you know.

Get that out of my face, huh?

You know I don't do guns, man.

- Hey. It's Hunter. Leave a message.

Hey, Hunter. It's me.

Just wondering

if you've seen Charlie around anywhere.

He's vanished again.

So let me know.

And Where are you? Call me back. Bye.

How often do you play ball up there?

I don't know. It depends. About twice a month.

- You ever see Nana outside the gym?

- No.

How'd you get home after the game?

I walked.

Why not take a taxi?

I'm sorry. Did something happen to Nana or-

Maybe you know something

you're not telling me.

Look. When can I get out of here?

Your doorman, Javier, nice guy.

Says you're a good kid.

Says you came home around 10:00...

but you left again shortly after.

Where'd you go?

I went for a walk.

You do a lot of walkin', huh?

Yeah. I like the city at night.

Huh.

Why didn't you change your shirt

before you left?

Hunter thinks he should call someone.

But his father and mother are on some boat,

and they'd be pissed.

He could call White Mike,

but he's a drug dealer...

and what kind of idea is that?

Hi.

- Mmm.

- Where are your parents?

- They just left.

Dad's so pissed I totaled the Porsche.

Yeah.

What did the doctor say about football?

I don't remember.

You're on heavy drugs, huh?

Yeah.

How about a hand job?

This is supposed to be a private room.

I was born in this hospital.

I mean, it's just a few stitches. I can go home.

Seventeen stitches, actually,

and you have to stay for observation.

You should go see Dr. Baker

Who did my mom's face-lift.

- You're Sara Ludlow.

- You know me?

My sister Vanessa,

she goes to school with Layla-

Yeah. Everyone knows everyone.

What happened to you?

Um, hockey.

Oh, yeah? Where do you play?

Collegiate.

Collegiate?

- Isn't that all guys?

- Yeah.

Your playlist is so cool. Mine sucks.

- Take it.

- No, I couldn't.

No. Really. Just take it.

It's okay.

I'll get it from you next time I see you.

That's sweet. Thanks.

Hey. Where are we gonna party

for your birthday tomorrow night?

I have a plan.

Bye, jocks.

I'm glad you're home, Bro.

- Chris.

- No, I don't want to-

Hit me. Come on.

Hit me! Go.

Come on.

Come on!

That's What I'm talking about.

- Whoo!

- Melody]

Hello?

Chris, are you home?

Uh, yeah. Who's this?

Me, Sara. I'm coming over.

Ludlow?

Sure. I mean, sure.

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