Tales Of The Telekinetic

Filming: "CBD, Puzzles, And A Dead Boy In Flannel"

Andrew's first winter at the house was nothing short of fascinating. The Christmas tree from the same lot the Man went every year, the movies under the light of the tree, and of course, the holiday hijinks that were provided by the Man's family. The Christmas Tree had to be named, this year it was Harry Ostree, and Andrew was pretty sure the Man had known the owner of the tree lot for a long as he'd been alive, judging by the hugs and smiles and price discount. Christmas was a whirlwind of presents and movies and way too many snowmen on the shelves. The January cold had kicked in, and Andrew would often wake up freezing to the sound of the Man walking down the steps to the kitchen. For Christmas, they had gotten a giant one thousand piece bird puzzle that provided Hell for everyone who sat before it. Morning, noon, and night, Andrew watched silently as the Man completed it slowly, almost singlehandedly. He also witnessed the Man become a grave robber, taking a body of a dead boy who he had fallen in love with out of the cemetery and resurrected him. The new guy, known as Chris, became a good friend to Andrew, and another puzzle helper. One night, as Andrew and the Man finished the puzzle, the Man's mother walked in from her massage appointment, simply stopping by for dinner. The two men looked at the woman in horror, and Chris in pure glee as the Man's mother smelled like weed. It brought back all too familiar memories for Andrew that he had desperately been trying to get out of his mind. Dinner went well, the Man staring silently as his mother talked about herself and complained about her job. Andrew constantly shifted around, his attention eventually going to the puzzle and his earbuds, tapping to Ziggy Stardust while the Man had a staring contest with his smelly, whiny mother. Andrew's mind drifted to the nights just like this at his home, when Matt would come for dinner smelling like cannabis and smoke as he glared on from the other side of the table, forcing himself to eat fast as to get away from the two villains in his family sooner than later. He hated family who barged in, causing him to change, trying to make him change. It made him angry, his brain bursting into madness, so uncontrolled and broken. Chris looked over at the younger boy on the other side of the puzzle table, seeing his distaste clearer than he could see the pieces of the puzzle itself. He walked over, simply pointing at pieces Andrew could put in, Andrew doing the same for Chris after a while. It was Chris's way of distracting the obviously stressed telekinetic and it worked. The tradition continued until the puzzle was almost completed, save for one piece. It was missing. They spent at least a month on the puzzle and last piece was missing. With disdain, the Man finally put it away, giving up on finding the piece entirely. The next morning made them all regret their life's choices. "Holy shit." "What?" "I found the last piece." "Where?" "Under the fucking water cooler." The Man sighed with nothing but pure annannoyance. "I hate that goddamn puzzle." "Yeah, you would. Bonus points, it smells like weed too." The three boys spent the morning expressing their feelings on the bird puzzle, and surprisingly, it wasn't all bad.