Scars

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I woke up to the light of the morning day slicing through the small blinds on the windows of the basement. I was covered with a white sheet and was almost completely naked [in boxers]. I was in a curled up position with Mitchell's arm around me, as if he was afraid that I'd run away. I yawned and turned toward my best friend. He was already awake. He rubbed his nose with mine.

"Morning, faggot." he said. I smiled and laughed softly.

"Morning, shrimpy." I said. He looked me dead in my eyes and started to get up.

"NO NO NO! IM JUST KIDDING." I laughed, desperately trying to grab him to pull him back. He sat back down on the couch/bed and pulled the sheets off of me. I looked down and started cracking up at the realization that I made.

"Mitchell, look down at yourself" I said choking back my laughter. He did, then looked back up at me and started to.crack up too.

"IT WAS DARK OKAY?! I COULDN'T SEE WHOSE BOXERS I WAS PUTTING ON!" he testified, still laughing. I grabbed his hand so I could pull myself up to him. I sat right right next to him and looked for my phone. I couldn't find it.

"Hey Mitchell, have you seen my..."

"Phone?" he asked. "Nope, haven't seen it" he lied holding my phone in his hand. I tried to snatch it out of his hand but he moved it. He kept moving it making it hard to get it and he kept playing with me. I got frustrated and put my hand on his shoulder and pushed myself up to reach it. I snatched it out of his hand but then jumped when he grabbed my ass, pulled me back down and pulled me into a kiss. I pulled away and put my hand on his face. He licked my hand and I jolted it back.

"Fucking nASTY. You hOOLIGAN" I said.

"Oh shut up. You loved that." he smirked. I pushed his face to the side and picked my phone up off the bed. I checked the time. 10:15 am.

"Damn, pretty fuckin late." he said. We both smiled and exhaled. Then we heard the front door from upstairs open.

"Shit! Its my mom and my step dad." he said. I look down and realized we weren't even fully clothed. We scrambled to find our clothes and put them on. We heard the basement door being unlocked just as we were finishing getting dressed. He gave me a pair of sweats and a floral shirt to wear so we didn't seem suspicious in the suits we wore last night. We kicked those under the couch. He was wearing Christmas pajamas.

"Really?" I whispered.

"What do you have a better idea?" he retorted. "Alexa fold the couch back up." he said just quiet enough that his mother wouldn't hear it. She said okay and the couch folded back up. We put the cushions back on the couch as the door opened. We heard her walking down the stairs. He mouthed the words "stay still" and I did. He waved his hand as black energy emitted from his hands trailing his fingers. Then before I knew it, I was back in my car. It was parked in the same place it was last night; outside of the Stardust. I looked around as though I could believe my fucking eyes. Honestly though like what the fuck just happened. I patted my pocket for my phone and I felt my keys and my phone in it. I thought I lost my keys. I took out my keys and started my car. My phone vibrated. It was text from Mitchell. It read,"Come back and act like nothing happened." I smiled and typed "okay" and started driving. I started to drive out of the parking lot when I noticed the spot where I fell into the lake. Hunter was sitting there, alone. I wanted to drive away so bad, but my goodwill kicked in and I stopped the car. I took the keys out of the ignition and sat there looking at him for a second. He didn't notice the car. The was turning towards the opposite direction. I looked at him and got mad because I didn't know whether I should see if he's okay or just leave him there. But again, my goodwill kicked in and I slammed my hands on the steering wheel in frustration with myself. I opened the door and started to walk over to him when I realized that I didn't even have shoes on. Thanks Mitchell. I got up to him and sat down next to him. His head was hanging down. He had fallen asleep there. But where the fuck is Gavin. I shook him awake.

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