The Ballad of Johhny and Sid

Sid waded through the small market stall looking for something cheep enough to not break his meager bank but with enough style to win back Mary. It had been a week since she last talked to him and he was getting horny as hell for the little amount she did put out. Normally he would have gone back to John’s bed but, this no longer appeared to be an option. Since Mary had arrived John had pulled back more and more. Now he was more likely to be surrounded by a dozen mates than waiting for anything Sid was offering. He wondered sometimes if John and one of his mates was sneaking away and having at each other but it seemed unlikely. John’s mates tended to be boot boys and hard cases. Couldn’t image one of them doing much more than a few necessary thrust to get it off with a bird, let alone a mate. And, to Sid’s delight, John often seemed as angry and frustrated as he was. Proof in Sid’s eyes that he had fuck all going on the sly.
He picked up a small doll and then put it down giving similar treatment to a bracelet and perfume bottle. In truth he didn’t really care what he got her. She was a pain in the ass. He just stayed with her cause she got up everyone’s nose so much. It was one of his favorite pastimes…irritating people. John tried it. He even succeeded in the sense that he was good with the put down and that cold manic glare of his. But Sid was a master at irritating people. No matter how they tried he just took what they threw at him and wore it with pride. So if they thought they could get at him by calling him Sid instead of Simon he just went with it. And the fact that they didn’t like Mary just made him invite her around more. John was the best to play this game with. Try as he might he could not bottle his temper for long. Pouting, whining, demanding…he always lost as Sid remained the dumb passive stooge.
“What? What’s wrong?” he would ask watching John’s face get redder and redder with frustration.
“I just don’t like her is all”
“But, why?”
“Cause she‘s a crazy cunt.”
“So?”
“Forget it.”
“No…I won’t.”
“You should dump er is all.”
“And then what?”
“Whatcha mean?”
“Well we gonna be together then?”
“Don’t be stupid.”
“I gotta be with someone.”
“No ya don’t. Ya just conditioned to…”
“Don’t start…kiss me.”
“Fuck off.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Cause I said.”
“So? Ya ain’t God ya know”
“Never said I was…ya fuck”
“Well you are ordering me around like ya think ya in charge of me or something.”
“No. I just know what is best.”
“Best for you ya mean.”
“No. Best for you. There is nothing in it for me.”
“Yes there is…with her gone you would get me all to yourself.”
“And why the fuck would I want that?”
“Maybe I will dump her.”
“You should.”
“But I don’t mind having her around.”
“You’re a cunt”
And on and on and on. Sid almost burst into laughter every single time. He couldn’t hold it in. John trying hard to give a reasonable argument to his unreasonable feelings. Sid pretending to not see what John wanted. God it was fun. Course sometimes John won just by being his stubborn self stomping away and pouting or worse ignoring Sid completely. But, that was the risk you took in irritating people. He just didn’t realize how bad it would get and how much it would hurt when he finally pushed John away one time too many.
Noticing that the stall owner was distracted with a stacked blonde Sid pocketed a silky scarf and unicorn pin and headed back out to Kings Road.