Kissing In A Tree 5.5
Phew! Being not dead is a good thing!
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Pete circled his hands around his eyes to make binoculars he had to watch out for any suspicious behavior, or any suspicious pink. If he didn’t spot it in time to run away he knew that it would be all over. Once a boy was in Lana’s clutches, she did not let go until she found someone else. Her boyfriends did whatever she wanted and never got to play in the mud. So Pete did not want to be the next victim.
So far, only the blonde haired girl Hope had been nearby. But she was keeping watch of the playground three tetherball poles away from them. She made no move towards them and Pete realized she had no interest in doing so.
“Pete?”
“Shssh. The doctor is in depression.” He hushed Clark.
When all seemed clear he turned to his friend and clapped his hands, then picked up an imaginary chart and flipped through it.
“All right, Mr. Kent. What seems to be the problem?”
Clark scratched himself.
“I already told you, Pete, I’m dying! Cooties!”
Pete stroked his imaginary beard and wished for a stethoscope. He’d have to make do.
“I’ll do a check up first. What if I cure you and you die anyways? My mom would kill me.”
He nodded to himself.
“Now stand up straight like you’re in the army.”
Clark stood like a wood board.
“Now raise your right arm.”
Clark did so.
“Now raise your left.”
Clark did so.
“Now lower your left.”
Again Clark complied.
“And the other.”
The arm was lowered.
“Hey, I didn’t say Simeon says!”
“But we’re not playing that. We’re playing doctor, right?” Clark scratched his head.
“Oh, yeah. Now stick your right arm in.”
Clark did so.
“Now stick your right arm out.”
Clark did so.
“Now stick your right arm in, and you shake it all about.”
“Kay.” The arm shook.
“You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around. Keep shaking!”
Clark bit his lip and complied.
“That’s what it’s all about!”
“Huh?”
Pete shook his head and tried not to laugh. He better get down to business.
“Oh, right. Stick out your tongue.”
A pink tongue stuck out.
Pete inspected it pretty close to look for anything that showed problems. From what he could tell though, there was nothing wrong with it.
“Mmm hmm. Mmmh mmmm.” He made noises.
“Wha da tht meem?” Clark tried to speak around his tongue.
“It’s a doctor thing. You shush.”
“Okay.” Clark tried to say, but it came out like, “O’tay.”
“I’m done. You can put it back again.”
Pete paced for a few moments, trying to think of anything else a doctor would ask his patient. He stopped after he thought of something else.
“When did you feel something was wrong?”
“When Chloe hugged me ‘stead of Lex!”
Pete made a tut tutting sound.
“And now I’m all ichy and ‘fected.”
Pete turned an imaginary page again.
“Then in my medical opinion and from what I’ve seen, you have cootieitis.”
“I knew it! Lex will never want to kiss me again. You gotta help me, Dr. P.!”
Pete got close, but not too close. He wanted to reassure his friend. But he didn’t want to get any girl on him if he could avoid it.
“Leave everything to me. I’m your Psycho, after all!”
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Pete circled his hands around his eyes to make binoculars he had to watch out for any suspicious behavior, or any suspicious pink. If he didn’t spot it in time to run away he knew that it would be all over. Once a boy was in Lana’s clutches, she did not let go until she found someone else. Her boyfriends did whatever she wanted and never got to play in the mud. So Pete did not want to be the next victim.
So far, only the blonde haired girl Hope had been nearby. But she was keeping watch of the playground three tetherball poles away from them. She made no move towards them and Pete realized she had no interest in doing so.
“Pete?”
“Shssh. The doctor is in depression.” He hushed Clark.
When all seemed clear he turned to his friend and clapped his hands, then picked up an imaginary chart and flipped through it.
“All right, Mr. Kent. What seems to be the problem?”
Clark scratched himself.
“I already told you, Pete, I’m dying! Cooties!”
Pete stroked his imaginary beard and wished for a stethoscope. He’d have to make do.
“I’ll do a check up first. What if I cure you and you die anyways? My mom would kill me.”
He nodded to himself.
“Now stand up straight like you’re in the army.”
Clark stood like a wood board.
“Now raise your right arm.”
Clark did so.
“Now raise your left.”
Clark did so.
“Now lower your left.”
Again Clark complied.
“And the other.”
The arm was lowered.
“Hey, I didn’t say Simeon says!”
“But we’re not playing that. We’re playing doctor, right?” Clark scratched his head.
“Oh, yeah. Now stick your right arm in.”
Clark did so.
“Now stick your right arm out.”
Clark did so.
“Now stick your right arm in, and you shake it all about.”
“Kay.” The arm shook.
“You do the Hokey Pokey and you turn yourself around. Keep shaking!”
Clark bit his lip and complied.
“That’s what it’s all about!”
“Huh?”
Pete shook his head and tried not to laugh. He better get down to business.
“Oh, right. Stick out your tongue.”
A pink tongue stuck out.
Pete inspected it pretty close to look for anything that showed problems. From what he could tell though, there was nothing wrong with it.
“Mmm hmm. Mmmh mmmm.” He made noises.
“Wha da tht meem?” Clark tried to speak around his tongue.
“It’s a doctor thing. You shush.”
“Okay.” Clark tried to say, but it came out like, “O’tay.”
“I’m done. You can put it back again.”
Pete paced for a few moments, trying to think of anything else a doctor would ask his patient. He stopped after he thought of something else.
“When did you feel something was wrong?”
“When Chloe hugged me ‘stead of Lex!”
Pete made a tut tutting sound.
“And now I’m all ichy and ‘fected.”
Pete turned an imaginary page again.
“Then in my medical opinion and from what I’ve seen, you have cootieitis.”
“I knew it! Lex will never want to kiss me again. You gotta help me, Dr. P.!”
Pete got close, but not too close. He wanted to reassure his friend. But he didn’t want to get any girl on him if he could avoid it.
“Leave everything to me. I’m your Psycho, after all!”