Possession

Chapter 1: Hanging Out

Chapter 1
Hanging Out

Robert and Andre invited me over to Robert's house. Robert yelled into the house, "Grandma I'm home!"

"What!" A woman yelled down the stairs.

"I'm home!" He yelled louder.

"What!" The old lady yelled back.

"She has the TV up too loud again." He grumbles. He walks out the back door and Andre goes to the kitchen. I don't know who to follow so I wait there and follow Andre when he comes out of the kitchen. He's carrying a couple beers and joins Robert in the backyard. Robert was kindling a fire.

Robert lives in a woody area so no one cares if someone lights a fire or two. In fact my family went camping in this area a few years ago. The whole place is surrounded by woods. I even see an apple tree with a piece of snapped rope hanging down. It looks wild and neglected though. There's a storage shed with metal 55 gallon drums against it. They're full of what looks like rusty water. From the pile of metal around it I guessed Robert liked to process scrap metal in his spare time. On the other side of the yard I see a brush pile beside the fire Robert was kindling.

Once the fire was good and going Robert went back inside and got a brownie. Andre had opened his beer and was drinking it like soda. The grandmother came twaddling out of the house with more beers. "I see you brought home a new friend." She says curious.

Robert tossed me one, "Want a drink?" He asked.

I caught the can clumsily, "No thank you. I don't want to get in trouble with my parents." I say and put it on the ground.

"I see he's a pussy." Robert's grandmother says heading back for the house. I feel myself blush at Robert's grandmother's comment.

Fifteen or so minutes later Robert went inside and brought out a bag of marshmallows and two liters of orange soda. I watched him as he crammed marshmallows in his mouth and downed the bottle of of soda in like three minutes.

I look over at Andre to see he's leaning back in the lawn chair looking contentedly at the starry sky.

"Dude you have to try these marshmallows." Robert tells Andre. Andre puts one on a stick and toasts it before eating it.

"Robert, it's a marshmallow. It tastes like a sticky mass of sugary goo." He says.

"Really? I think they're awesome." Robert says stuffing five of them in his mouth.

"That's because you got into your grandmother's brownies again." Andre replied blandly. He opened another beer can and went back to relaxing.

I got a few marshmallows to roast and sat in silence as Robert mowed down on marshmallows and Andre spaced out. If I had to describe them in the one day I've known them I'd say Robert is the resident copy cat and Andre the resident adrenaline junkie.

I looked at my phone: 8:56. I was supposed to be home an hour ago.

"Holy crap! I missed my curfew!" I yelped.

"Don't worry. We'll take you home." Andre stood up and so did Robert.

"I don't feel comfortable with either of you driving." I muttered. I needn't have worried. They walked past Robert's car and onto the road.

"Robert's grandmother isn't driving us?" I ask surprised.

"She couldn't drive if her life depended on it." Robert replied and stuffed his mouth with marshmallows.

"We're not driving because Robert is high as fuck and I've had a few beers." Andre replied. I laugh at his blunt tone.

"We'll be back in town in about a hour. Is that okay?" He asked.

"Not really. I'll make up some excuse for being late. Just don't let my parents see you." I warn him.

"They'll never know we were there." Andre promises.

"Herph mmmrr nrphh hrrr!" Robert yells at us. His mouth is so full he can't even speak.

"Yes Robert you ARE high. Chew your food before you choke to death." Andre tells him. Robert glares back at us balefully.

We start walking down the road and start walking past a graveyard. Way in the back I can see the old section. It's mostly full of old stones that have fallen over or are going to. It's crappy which makes me wonder if anyone takes care of it.

"What are we doing tomorrow?" Robert asked Andre.

Andre walked in thoughtful silence, "We could go to my house. My brother just got an award for being best in class. I figured we could torment him. Remember that time we put a bucket of pink paint above his door and it poured on his head?" He asks Robert with a laughing smile.

Roberts eyes light up, "Yeah it took weeks for him to get it out of his hair." He laughs. "What about that time we shaved a big 'F' on the back of his head. He tried to freaking kill us." He replied.

Andre nodded. They continued exchanging stories about Andre's brother until they got into town. Then we went our separate ways. I told my parents my friend's car broke down and my cell's battery was dead so I had to walk home. The only part I don't think they bought was that I had friends.