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brakes and hit the gas, causing the truck to lurch forward momentarily, then stomping on the brakes, bringing the pickup to a sudden stop several feet ahead.
     
    Even before oncoming traffic cleared, the driver hit the accelerator, causing the rear tires to spin in place on the wet pavement. Instantly the truck lurched forward once more, this time crossing into the other lane, narrowing missing the rear bumper of the last car in line.
     
    As he entered the parking lot of the Fifty-Nine Diner, he raced around several parked cars, squealing his oversized tires, finally coming to an abrupt stop in a parking space in front of the restaurant. Seated inside and watching through the window, the spectacle did not go unnoticed.
     
    Geoff Robbins sat at a window booth at the front of the diner and sipped his glass of coke through a straw. Beads of condensation dribbled down from the exterior of the glass and puddled on the table at its base. As he waited patiently for his friends to arrive, he ran his finger through the water and dragged it around the table top, creating a figure-eight design on its surface.
     
    Sitting quietly, he rested his other hand on the side of this head and twirled his curly brown hair. With boredom setting in, he wiped away his water designs and checked his watch for the time.
     
    “Come on guys. Let’s go already,” he said to himself in frustration. “The school dance will be over before we even get there.”
     
    Suddenly, he heard the loud rev of an engine. Staring through the misty water-beaded windows, he spotted headlights near the entrance to the diner. He watched with curiosity as the bright orange truck lurched forward, then stopped… lurched forward, then stopped again.
     
    “What the…?” he said, cutting himself off as he tried to make sense out of the strange scene taking place in the street.
     
    He watched the truck jump forward again, then stop.
     
    “What a doofus,” he said, chuckling to himself through his disgust.
     
    Focusing more intently now, he gasped in disbelief as he watched the reckless maneuvering of the truck as it narrowly missed the oncoming car’s rear bumper.
     
    “What an idiot?” he said out loud.
     
    Realizing his volume, he scanned the patrons around him, only to see that they too, were equally disturbed by the spectacle in the street.
     
    “Is Hero Boy one of you?” Carl Beckwith, the manager of the diner asked.
     
    “No way… we don’t like him either,” Geoff shot back.
     
    “Hmm, there’s just something not right about that kid,” Carl added.
     
    Geoff nodded agreeably then stared back out the window. Not far behind the orange truck, a car pulled into the parking lot and parked in an open area away for the other cars. All the doors popped open and four teenagers emerged. With the light rain beginning to intensify, they ran toward the entrance.
     
    Geoff smiled as they entered the diner and waved, “Hey guys, over here.”
     
    The four teens smiled and walked back to the window booth, each man filing in on each side of the table.
     
    “Where’s Bobby?” Geoff asked of Gregg, now seated directly across from him.
     
    “Beats me… he’s your brother. Maybe I should be asking you,” Gregg teased.
     
    “He’s always late. As my dad always says, ‘he’d be late for his own funeral’,” Ted added.
     
    “Your dad said that about Bobby?” Geoff asked, mildly insulted.
     
    “Duh… my dad doesn’t even know Bobby,” Ted teased, then continued. “I was just using one of his lines to describe him.” Seated next to Geoff, he elbowed him in the side and added, “Brainless.”
     
    “I’m not brainless, you dork,” Geoff shot back.
     
    He pulled his straw from his glass and flicked it at Ted, the cold fluid momentarily shocking him.
     
    “Knock it off you idiot,” Ted retorted, wiping the drops of soda from his face.
     
    Instantly, Ted reached his arm around Geoff’s neck in headlock fashion, and began to