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approaching from behind.
“Oh my God!” Nelson exclaimed again, turning to folow Jason’s gaze. “It’s a pickup truck. What if they’re rednecks? Or zombies?”
“Would you shut up?” Jason said as the truck loomed closer and began blaring its horn.
“You’d better let them pass,” Kyle urged.
Jason gripped the steering wheel. “They’ve got room.”
“Then why are they beeping at us?” Nelson asked as the truck drew nearer.
“Probably,” Jason snapped, “because of your stupid rainbow flag.”
“Jason, can you just pul over?” Kyle insisted. “ Please? ”
“You crazy?” Jason argued. “I’m not stopping.”
But as he spoke, the car coughed and sputtered. The gas pedal gave out beneath his foot, and he had no choice but to turn the wheel toward the road shoulder.
“That’s it. We’re out of gas.”
The car bounced and coasted to a stop, the pickup puling up behind them.
Nelson stared out the back window at the headlights. “Oh my God!” he screamed and grinned. “We’re al going to die! We’re going to die!”
“That’s not funny,” Kyle told him. “Lock your doors.”
But Jason popped open his lock. “I’l handle this.”
“No, don’t!” Kyle reached for his arm but Jason stepped outside. Nelson climbed out after him.
Jason shielded his eyes from the headlight beams and braced himself for a confrontation. But as two figures emerged from the truck cab into the headlights, Jason tried to make sense of what he saw.
One guy looked to be in his early twenties. He was tal, good-looking, with a brown goatee, and … were those goat horns sticking out of his head? He reminded Jason of some mythological goat boy, with a pelt skirt, leather sandals, and a panpipe dangling from his neck.
The guy smiling beside him was equaly young, but shorter, a little plump, and … dressed as a bug? Wire antennae with Styrofoam bals at the ends were sticking out of his head. He wore black polka-dot boxers with combat boots and a T-shirt that read: QUEEN OF THE UNIVERSE.
This is totally bizarre, Jason thought. Who the heck were these freaks? And what were they doing out here?
“We saw your rainbow flag,” Goat Guy said, and Bug Dude smiled even wider. “You guys headed to the sanctuary?” chapter 15
Nelson had first learned about the Radical Faerie sanctuary while surfing the Web one weekend. He immediately felt drawn to the images of guys living in the forest and wearing zany outfits: cheerleader skirts and military boots, women’s wigs and cowboy chaps, or … barely anything at al.
And he identified with one description of the loosely knit group: “an anti-mainstream radical fringe of free-spirited queers.” How like Nelson was that ?
“You must be Faeries!” he now yeled excitedly at the guys who’d emerged from the pickup truck along this backwoods road.
“Yeah.” The realy cute one in the pelt gave Nelson a sexy smile. “This is Lady-Bugger and I’m Horn-Boy.” He raised the panpipe dangling from his neck and blew a few notes while Lady-Bugger danced in the headlight beams, his cape flaring behind him.
The Faerie guys seemed exactly like Nelson had fantasized: crazy, wild, and cute. Lady-Bugger reached his arm out to swing Nelson, and he gladly joined in. “Hey, I’m Nelson and this is …”
He turned to see Jason staring warily, like the proverbial deer frozen in headlights. “This is Jason. We ran out of gas. Are you guys from the sanctuary?”
“Yeah, that’s where we’re headed,” Horn-Boy said, ending his panpipe tune. “We’ve got gas. Out here we always carry a ful can in the truck.”
“Oh look, there’s a third one!” Lady-Bugger waved and caled “Yoo-hoo!” as Kyle emerged from the car, stepping up behind Jason.
“This is Kyle,” Nelson said, and told Kyle, “These guys are from the sanctuary.”
“Um, hi.” Kyle extended his hand a little nervously.
Why is he nervous? Nelson wondered. These guys were awesome, especialy
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