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This is post is one of many in a several part webseries. While each part varies, this story, overall, will contain the following; Strong Language, Sexual Content, Graphic and Violent descriptions and it may not be suitable for a younger audience.
It does not reflect the views or opinions of the author and is purely a work of fiction. All names and locations are drawn directly from the author’s imagination. No animals were ever hurt in the writing of this webseries. ;p
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He blinked his eyes several times in rapid succession as he fought off his recent lethargy. Judging by the way the light from outside had moved to the other side of his room, he had most likely slept well into the afternoon.
From deeper inside the house, he could hear the soft murmur of voices as at least two people talked back and forth. Sitting up, he slid his feet off the edge of the bed and cocked his head to the side as he tried to decipher what they were saying. For several minutes, he turned his head first one way and then the other, but he wasn’t able to make out more than the occasional word. Whoever was talking didn’t want anyone to overhear their conversation.
His eyes led his head to the right before settling on the alarm clock. Four twenty-seven? Could that possibly be right? As if to answer his question, his stomach suddenly protested having missed lunch.
“Stay. Out. Of. My. Room!”
He jerked as the memory of what had transpired this morning returned. She was alive? Then, what had he seen in her room?
“…must be going crazy,” he muttered to himself.
It had seemed so real, but it also made sense that it wasn’t as well. How else could he explain not having any memory of what happened after the fridge? He would have had to spent hours cleaning up, all night even, and…
And, what, exactly?
He shook his head back and forth, trying to shake the mental cobwebs away, but it was no use, nothing seemed to make much sense right now and he was hungry. Finding something to eat was taking precedence over any other thought. His stomach was seeing to it that nothing else mattered, next to silencing the whiny squelching that it bellowed from his midsection.
As he stood, his bed creaked from the removal of his weight. Not an unusual sound, but the voices down below suddenly stopped speaking. His imagination produced images of his family, all sitting around the table and with their heads cocked to the side as they mimicked what he had just moments ago been doing himself.
He, too, stood and listened with his head cocked to the side. But only for a moment. As he was standing there, he pictured them; his brothers, sister and mother, all sitting around the table and rapidly jerking their heads from side to side as they listened. Their eyes were opened wide and their lips were slightly parted. Their movements were insectile and he was reminded of a documentary he once saw about the Praying Mantis.
The moment passed and he left his room, pausing only long enough to make sure that nobody was going to impede his path to the bathroom. From downstairs, the voices continued their banter. Being in the hallway, he was now able to determine that they belonged to his brothers and it sounded like they were arguing over who was going to go first on Call of Duty.
As he closed the bathroom door from the inside, his cellphone began to ring. By the ringtone, he could tell that it was a number he didn’t have in his contacts which brought another puzzled expression to his face.
He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down, removing his phone from his pocket before sitting down.
UNKNOWN CALLER
“Hello…?” he drawled out curiously after pressing the answer button.
“Scott? I wasn’t sure you would answer. It’s Misty. Can we talk?”
“Um, y-yeah! Sure,” he answered a little too enthusiastically. He hadn’t stopped thinking of the way she had looked back at him the other morning; of how she’d had the tip of her finger in her mouth and of the smile she had flashed at him as she skipped away. Even though he had just gotten his ass handed to him by her boyfriend, he had also stolen a look up her skirt as…
“Scott? Are you still there?”
“Yeah, sorry. I was…in the middle of something.”
“Oh. I can call back later if you like?”
“N-no! I mean. No, that’s okay. But, isn’t Tommy going to be pissed that you’re calling me?”
“He’s out practicing with the team, so it’s no big deal…”
“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”
“I just, uhm… I felt really bad about what happened and I wanted to say I was sorry. He shouldn’t been such-”
“-an asshole?” he daringly finished.
“Yeah. He can be that way sometimes.” She giggled on the other end of the connection, which is just as well. Her laughter covered up the sound of what his body was doing beneath him.
“Scott, would you mind meeting me at the drugstore so we can talk? Just you and me, and I’ll buy you a shake.”
“I-I don’t know Misty. That doesn’t really seem like a good idea…”
And it wasn’t, either. Dewie’s Drugstore was only a couple of blocks away from where the practice field was. It Tommy and his friends drove by… If they just happened to see her car parked there and, if they decided to stop in and caught them together…
“Okay, how about this. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes. If you show up, I’ll buy you a milkshake and we can talk. If you don’t, no hard feelings. We just forget that I ever called. Does that sound good to you?”
He thought about it for a few moments before answering.
“What is it that you want to talk about?”
“It’s a secret. If you want to know, I mean really, then I’ll see you there!”
She hung up on her end, leaving him staring blankly at the phone. The world seemed to swim around him as he tried to process just how unreal this conversation had been. Not only had he just been on the phone with Misty Vandiver, the most popular girl in his class, but he had been naked from the waist down! The fact that his body had been in the middle of a waste removal did nothing to detract that thought from his raging hormones.
He looked over at the shower and wondered if he would have enough time to clean up before he left.
“I’m going to have to make time,” he muttered to himself. He hadn’t showered yet today and there was no way he was going to meet the girl of every boy’s fantasy smelling like sweat and a fresh dump.
Nineteen minutes…
Beneath The Headstone 