Part Six

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Part Six

Aiden age 12.

I opened the bathroom door, knowing Lucas was in there.

Before the door could open very far, Lucas slammed it shut. "Don't come in here."

"Lucas, it's me. Let me in."

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Lucas, come on."

"No."

"Why not?" Silence. "Lucas, talk to me."

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? You tell me everything."

"I just... can't tell you this."

"Did you grow a third nipple or something?"

"Aiden," He groaned.

"You did, didn't you? Come on, let me see." I said, a smile on my face.

"It's worse than that."

"Okay, now I definitely have to see."

"Aiden, did... did you go through puberty yet?" He asked, his voice shaking.

"A couple months ago. You don't remember?"

All of a sudden the door opened and Lucas grabbed my hand, yanking me inside. He closed the door behind me and locked it.

"Lucas, what's going on?"

"I... I think I am and... I'm freaking out, Aiden."

"Are what?"

He was blushing like crazy but I couldn't figure out why. Why was Aiden nervous? He was never nervous.

He pushed the hem of his boxers down just slightly.

"Why is there hair?" He whispered, on the verge of tears.

"Dude, did you never get the sex talk?"

"Well it's kind of hard to get it when my mom's never gone through this." He said, his voice getting an edge to it.

"Look, let's go talk to my dad and-"

"We're not involving more people in this. It's already embarrassing enough to tell you."

"I told you. And even then, you laughed at me."

"Because I was immature and stupid then."

"You still are now, you know."

He punched my arm.

"Okay, ow."

He sat down on the toilet seat cover and covered his face with his hands. "This is so embarrassing, Aid."

"It doesn't have to be. Look, if you don't want the hair there just shave it. Like you do with facial hair."

"Facial hair? You mean I'm gonna get hairy?"

I laughed and sat on the edge of the tub across from him. "It progresses but yeah. Haven't you ever noticed the hair on my chest?"

"I don't ever stare there."

I rolled my eyes. "I'd say I'd help you but I am not touching your junk."

"Good."

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