“I want to see your biggest balls,”

“I want to see your biggest balls,” I ordered in the deepest voice I could muster. My eyes were narrowed, and I had to press my teeth together to not laugh.
Tate’s back straightened, and she slowly spun around with her chin down and eyes up. It reminded me of how my mother looked at me when I had pissed in the pool as a kid.
“Wow, I haven’t heard that one before.” She widened her eyes at me. “Well, sir, we have some quite heavy ones, but they all take two fingers and a thumb. Are you that skilled?” She had an expression on her face like we were talking about homework, but I could see the smile playing at the corner of her mouth.
“I’m so skilled,” I teased, my tongue suddenly too big for my mouth. “You’d be jealous of what I could do to that ball.”
She rolled her eyes and approached the counter. Tate had been working at the bowling alley since last fall. It was almost a court-ordered requirement that she get a job. Well, not quite. It probably would’ve been court-ordered if Jared had pressed charges. This five-foot-seven, one-hundred-twenty-pound bit of nothing had taken a crowbar to her boyfriend’s car in one of her famous violent fits. It was pretty nasty and pretty awesome. The video was on YouTube and had practically started a feminist movement. People did their own renditions of it and even put it to music. They titled it Who’s the Boss Now?, since Jared’s car was a Mustang Boss 302.
It was all a misunderstanding, though, and Tate paid for the damages. She grew up. Jared and I grew up. And we were all friends.
Of course, they were sleeping together. I got no such perks.
“Madoc, have you been drinking?” Tate put her palms on the counter and looked at me like a mom.
“What a stupid question.”
Of course I’ve been drinking. It’s like she didn’t even know me.
Jerking her head up, she looked over to the lanes behind me, and I was afraid her big blue eyes would actually fall out of her head.
“You got Jax drunk, too!” she accused, clearly pissed now.
I twisted around to see what she was looking at, stumbling when my foot got caught in the legs of the stool next to me. I let a holler rip from my throat.
“Whooooo!” I shouted, holding up the bottle of Jack Daniel’s in the air when I saw what Tate saw.
A crowd of people was gathered in front of one lane, laughing and watching Jax run and do slip and slides down a bowling path. “Hell, yeah!”
The bottle was torn out of my fingers, and I turned to see Tate stuff it under the counter, pressing her angry lips together and scowling.
“Why is the whiskey gone?!” I imitated Captain Jack Sparrow and pounded my fist on the counter.
Tate stomped down the aisle toward the door leading out to the lanes. “You’re in deep shit when I get over this counter,” she whisper-yelled at me.
“You love me. You know you do!” I laughed and sprinted away through the maze of tables and chairs around the concession stand to where Jax played. A couple of other guys had joined in and flew down the lanes, much to the delight of the Saturday night crowd. At this hour, there weren’t too many families out and about, and the only people not entertained were the single dudes who spent their older years lamenting their beer bellies and how lucky they were to escape marriage. They just watched and shook their heads.
“Fallon’s home. Don’t go home.”
I swallowed down the whiskey that kept creeping back up and threw my head back. “Woohoo!” I bellowed, before pounding down the light-colored hardwood floor, leaping onto the lane on my belly and sliding down the alleyway.
My heart pounded, and excitement bubbled in my chest. Holy shit! These lanes were crazy slippery, and I just laughed, not caring that Tate was pissed at me or that Jared’s fist would leave a permanent mark on my face for messing around at his girlfriend’s work. All I cared about was what got me from one moment to the next.
I can’t go home.
The crowd cheered and yelled behind me, some of them jumping up and down. The only way I could tell was because I felt the vibrations under me. And when I rolled to a stop, my legs dangling into the next lane, I just lay there, wondering. Not about Fallon. Not even about whether I was too drunk to drive home at this point.
I wondered out loud, “How the hell am I going to get up?”
These lanes were slippery. Duh. Couldn’t stand up, or I’d slip. Shit.
“Madoc! Get up!” I could hear Tate’s bark from somewhere near me.
Madoc. Get up. The sun’s up. You have to leave.
“Madoc. Get. Up!” Tate shouted again.
I snapped to. “It’s okay,” I grunted. “I’m sorry, Tate. You know I love you, right?” I jerked to a sitting position with a hiccup. Then I looked up to see her walking on the median between the lanes.
Like a boss.
She put her hands on her hips, a stern set to her eyebrows. “Madoc, I work here.”
I winced, not liking the disappointment in her voice. I always craved Tate’s respect.
“Sorry, babe.” I tried standing up, but I only slipped again, a deep ache settling on the side of my ass. “I already said sorry, didn’t I?”
She squatted down and wrapped her arms around one of mine, hauling me up. “What’s wrong with you? You never drink unless you’re at a party.”
I lodged one foot in the gutter and wobbled until Tate pulled me closer to her and I was able to set the other foot on the median.
“Nothing’s wrong with me.” I gave a half-smile. “I’m a joker, Tate. I’m . . .” I waved my hand in the air. “Just a . . . joke—a joker,” I rushed to add.
She continued to hold me, but I could feel her fingers ease up underneath the hem of my short-sleeved T-shirt.
“Madoc, you’re not a joke.” Her eyes were serious again but softer this time.
You don’t know what I am.
I held her eyes, wanting to tell her everything. Wanting my friend—someone—to see the real me. Jared and Jax were good friends, but guys didn’t want to hear that shit, and we weren’t that observant. Tate knew something was wrong, and I didn’t know how to tell her. I just wanted her to know that underneath it all, I wasn’t a good guy.
“I do stupid things, Tate. That’s what I do. I’m good at it.” I reached up slowly and tucked the few stray hairs from her ponytail behind her ear, lowering my voice to a near whisper. “My father knows it. She knows it.” I dropped my eyes and then looked back up. “You know it, too, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer. Only studied me, the wheels in her head turning.
My hand fell to her cheek, and I remembered all the times that she had reminded me of Fallon. I stroked Tate’s cheek with my thumb, wishing she’d yell at me. Wishing she didn’t care about me. How much easier it would be to know that I didn’t have anything real in my life.
I held her sweet, unknowing face and leaned in closer, smelling her barely-there perfume as I brought my lips closer.
“Madoc?” she asked, her voice confused as she watched me.
Tilting my head down, I planted a soft kiss on her forehead and then leaned back slowly.
Her eyebrows were pinched together in worry as she stared at me. “Are you okay?”
No.
Well, sometimes.
Okay, yes. Most of the time, I guess.
Just not at night.
“Wow.” I took a deep breath and smiled. “I hope you know that that didn’t mean anything,” I joked. “I mean, I love you. Just not like that. More like a sister.” I burst into laughter and hunched over, barely finishing the sentence as I closed my eyes and held onto my stomach.
“I don’t get the joke,” Tate scolded.
A high-pitched whistle pierced the air, and Tate and I looked up.
“What the hell’s going on?” Jared’s big and angry daddy voice ripped through the bowling alley, making my ears ache.
But as I turned around to face him, I accidentally stepped back onto the slippery lane.
“Oh, shit!” My breath caught as I slid, and I stupidly kept my weight on Tate, which was too much for her. Backward I fell and into my lap she stumbled. We slammed to the floor, hitting the wood hard. I’d probably bruised every damn inch of my ass, but Tate was cool. She landed on me. That was cool for me, too.
But when I looked over at my best friend standing at the start of the lane, looking at us with murder in his eyes, I pushed Tate off me in disgust.
“Dude, she slipped me whiskey and tried to date-rape me!” I pointed at Tate. “She keeps it under the counter. Go look!”
Tate growled and crawled back up to the median, her messy ponytail hanging by a prayer.
“Jax!” Jared yelled to the lane at my right where Jax was crawling back up the lane. “And you.” Jared’s eyes shot bullets at me. “Get in my car now.”
“Ooooh, I think he wants to give you a spanking,” I singsonged to Tate as she stomped down the median to her boyfriend.
"Shut up, doofus," she spat back.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Saya ingin melihat bola terbesar Anda," saya memesan suara terdalam saya bisa mengumpulkan. Mata saya yang mengecil, dan saya harus tekan gigi bersama-sama untuk tidak tertawa.Tate's kembali diluruskan, dan ia perlahan-lahan berputar di sekitar dengan dagunya turun dan mata atas. Itu mengingatkan saya bagaimana ibuku tampak pada saya ketika saya telah marah di kolam renang sebagai anak-anak."Wow, aku belum mendengar bahwa satu sebelumnya." Dia melebar mata saya. "Yah, sir, kami memiliki beberapa yang cukup berat, tapi mereka semua mengambil dua jari dan ibu jari. Apakah Anda terampil itu?" Dia memiliki ekspresi di wajahnya seperti kami berbicara tentang pekerjaan rumah, tapi aku bisa melihat senyum bermain di sudut mulutnya."Saya sangat terampil," Aku menggoda, lidah saya tiba-tiba terlalu besar untuk mulut saya. "Anda akan menjadi iri terhadap apa yang bisa saya lakukan untuk bola itu."Dia memutar matanya dan mendekati counter. Tate telah bekerja di bowling gang sejak musim gugur lalu. Itu hampir pengadilan memerintahkan persyaratan bahwa dia mendapatkan pekerjaan. Yah, tidak cukup. Itu mungkin sudah pengadilan memerintahkan jika Jared telah menekan biaya. Ini lima-kaki-tujuh, satu ratus dua puluh pound sedikit tidak ada telah mengambil linggis pacarnya mobil di salah satu nya terkenal kekerasan sesuai. Itu cukup menjijikkan dan cukup mengagumkan. Video di YouTube dan praktis telah memulai sebuah gerakan feminis. Orang-orang melakukan sendiri penafsiran itu dan bahkan memasukkan musik. Mereka berjudul itu siapa bos sekarang?, karena mobil Jared's adalah Mustang bos 302.Itu semua kesalahpahaman, meskipun, dan Tate membayar untuk kerusakan. Dia tumbuh. Jared dan saya dibesarkan. Dan kami semua teman-teman.Tentu saja, mereka tidur bersama-sama. Aku tidak tunjangan tersebut."Utica, Anda telah minum?" Tate telapak tangan Nya mengenakan counter dan menatapku seperti seorang ibu."Apa pertanyaan bodoh."Tentu saja aku sudah minum. Hal ini seperti dia bahkan tidak tahu saya.Masturbasi kepalanya naik, ia menoleh ke jalur di belakang saya, dan saya takut matanya biru besar akan benar-benar jatuh dari kepalanya."Anda punya Jax mabuk, terlalu!" Dia dituduh, jelas marah sekarang.Aku memutar sekitar untuk melihat apa yang ia Cari di, tersandung ketika kaki saya tertangkap di kaki dari bangku di sebelah saya. Aku membiarkan rip berteriak dari tenggorokan saya."Whooooo!" Aku berteriak, memegang botol Jack Daniel di udara ketika aku melihat apa yang Lihat Tate.Kerumunan orang berkumpul di depan satu jalur, tertawa dan menonton Jax berjalan dan melakukan slip dan slide bawah jalur bowling. "Hell, ya!"Botol robek dari jari-jari saya, dan aku berpaling untuk melihat hal itu di bawah meja, Tate menekan bibirnya marah bersama-sama dan cemberut."Mengapa wiski hilang?" Aku ditiru Kapten Jack Sparrow dan ditumbuk saya tinju di konter.Tate menghentakkan kaki menyusuri lorong menuju pintu keluar untuk jalur. "Kau dalam masalah besar ketika saya mendapatkan lebih dari counter ini," dia whisper-berteriak padaku."Kau mencintaiku. Anda tahu Anda lakukan!" Aku tertawa dan berlari pergi melalui labirin meja dan kursi di sekitar konsesi berdiri mana Jax dimainkan. Beberapa orang lain telah bergabung dan terbang ke jalur, banyak untuk menyenangkan kerumunan Sabtu malam. Jam ini, tidak ada terlalu banyak keluarga keluar dan sekitar, dan satu-satunya orang yang tidak terhibur adalah satu dudes yang menghabiskan tahun-tahun remaja mereka yang meratapi bir perut mereka dan betapa beruntungnya mereka melarikan diri perkawinan. Mereka hanya mengamati dan menggelengkan kepala."Fallon's home. Tidak pulang."Aku menelan turun wiski yang terus merayap kembali dan melemparkan kepala saya kembali. "Woohoo!" Saya berteriak, sebelum berdebar-debar bawah lantai kayu berwarna terang, melompat ke jalur di perutku dan geser ke bawah di gang.Hatiku berdebar, dan kegembiraan menggelegak dalam dadaku. Kudus omong kosong! Jalur ini adalah gila licin, dan aku hanya tertawa, tidak peduli bahwa Tate kesal padaku atau bahwa Jared's tinju akan meninggalkan tanda permanen di wajah saya untuk main-main di tempat kerja pacarnya. Semua saya peduli adalah apa yang harus saya dari satu saat berikutnya.Saya tidak bisa pulang.Orang-orang bersorak dan berteriak di belakang saya, beberapa dari mereka melompat-lompat. Satu-satunya cara saya bisa mengatakan ini karena saya merasa getaran di bawah saya. Dan ketika aku memutar berhenti, kaki saya menggantung ke jalur sebelah, aku hanya berbaring di sana, bertanya-tanya. Bukan tentang Fallon. Bahkan tentang apakah aku terlalu mabuk untuk pulang saat ini.Aku bertanya-tanya keras, "bagaimana aku akan bangun?"Jalur ini adalah licin. Duh. Tidak bisa berdiri, atau aku tergelincir. Kotoran."Utica! Bangkitlah!" Aku bisa mendengar Tate's kulit dari suatu tempat di dekat saya.Utica. Bangun. Matahari up. Anda harus meninggalkan."Utica. Dapatkan. Naik!" Tate berteriak kembali.Aku tersentak ke. "Tidak apa-apa," saya menggerutu. "Saya minta maaf, Tate. Kau tahu aku mencintaimu, benar?" Aku tersentak ke posisi duduk dengan cegukan. Kemudian aku mendongak untuk melihat dia berjalan pada median antara jalur.Seperti bos.Dia meletakkan tangannya di pinggul, stern diatur ke alis. "Utica, saya bekerja di sini."Aku meringis, tidak menyukai kekecewaan dalam suaranya. Saya selalu mendambakan Tate's hormat."Maaf, sayang." Aku mencoba berdiri, tapi aku hanya menyelinap lagi, dalam sakit yang menetap di pantatku. "Saya sudah mengatakan Maaf, bukan?"Dia berjongkok ke bawah dan membungkus lengannya di sekitar salah satu tambang, mengangkut me up. "Apa salah dengan Anda? Anda tidak pernah minum kecuali Anda berada di sebuah pesta."Aku bersarang satu kaki di selokan dan bergetar sampai Tate menarik saya lebih dekat kepadanya dan saya dapat mengatur kaki yang lain pada median."Tidak ada salah dengan saya." Aku memberikan senyum setengah. "Aku joker, Tate. I’m . . .” Aku melambaikan tangan saya di udara. "Hanya... lelucon — joker," Aku bergegas untuk menambahkan.Dia terus saya, tapi aku bisa merasakan jarinya santai di bawah hem t-shirt lengan pendek saya."Utica, kau bukan lelucon." Matanya yang serius lagi tapi lembut saat ini.Anda tidak tahu apa yang saya.Aku mengadakan matanya, ingin katakan kepadanya segala sesuatu. Ingin teman saya — seseorang — untuk melihat nyata saya. Jared dan Jax adalah teman baik, tetapi orang tidak ingin mendengar omong kosong, dan kami tidak yang jeli. Tate tahu sesuatu yang tidak beres, dan aku tidak tahu bagaimana untuk menceritakan. Saya hanya ingin dia tahu bahwa bawahnya semua, saya bukan orang baik."Aku melakukan hal-hal bodoh, Tate. Itu adalah apa yang saya lakukan. I 'm baik." Saya mencapai sampai perlahan-lahan dan terselip beberapa rambut tersesat dari ekor kuda nya di belakang telinganya, menurunkan suara saya untuk bisikan dekat. "Ayah saya tahu itu. Dia tahu itu." Aku menjatuhkan mataku dan kemudian melihat kembali. "Kau tahu itu, juga, kan?"Dia tidak menjawab. Hanya belajar saya, roda di kepala memutar.Tangan saya jatuh ke pipi nya, dan aku ingat semua waktu yang ia telah mengingatkan saya Fallon. Aku membelai Tate's pipi dengan ibu jari, berharap dia akan berteriak padaku. Berharap dia tidak peduli padaku. Bagaimana jauh lebih mudah akan tahu bahwa saya tidak memiliki sesuatu yang nyata dalam hidup saya.Aku memegang manis, ketidaktahuan wajah dan membungkuk lebih dekat, dia hampir tidak-ada parfum berbau seperti aku mendatangkan kepada bibir saya lebih dekat."Utica?" Dia bertanya, suaranya bingung sebagai dia melihat saya.Memiringkan kepala ke bawah, saya ditanam sebuah ciuman lembut di dahi dan kemudian membungkuk kembali perlahan-lahan.Alis yang mencubit bersama-sama di khawatir karena ia menatapku. "Apakah Anda baik-baik saja?"Tidak.Yah, kadang-kadang.Okay, yes. Most of the time, I guess.
Just not at night.
“Wow.” I took a deep breath and smiled. “I hope you know that that didn’t mean anything,” I joked. “I mean, I love you. Just not like that. More like a sister.” I burst into laughter and hunched over, barely finishing the sentence as I closed my eyes and held onto my stomach.
“I don’t get the joke,” Tate scolded.
A high-pitched whistle pierced the air, and Tate and I looked up.
“What the hell’s going on?” Jared’s big and angry daddy voice ripped through the bowling alley, making my ears ache.
But as I turned around to face him, I accidentally stepped back onto the slippery lane.
“Oh, shit!” My breath caught as I slid, and I stupidly kept my weight on Tate, which was too much for her. Backward I fell and into my lap she stumbled. We slammed to the floor, hitting the wood hard. I’d probably bruised every damn inch of my ass, but Tate was cool. She landed on me. That was cool for me, too.
But when I looked over at my best friend standing at the start of the lane, looking at us with murder in his eyes, I pushed Tate off me in disgust.
“Dude, she slipped me whiskey and tried to date-rape me!” I pointed at Tate. “She keeps it under the counter. Go look!”
Tate growled and crawled back up to the median, her messy ponytail hanging by a prayer.
“Jax!” Jared yelled to the lane at my right where Jax was crawling back up the lane. “And you.” Jared’s eyes shot bullets at me. “Get in my car now.”
“Ooooh, I think he wants to give you a spanking,” I singsonged to Tate as she stomped down the median to her boyfriend.
"Shut up, doofus," she spat back.