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idly on his bed with his pale face buried into his palms.
I can't remember exactly what the conversation went like, but Beth made an excellent case — explaining she was happy it was Ian who set her mum free, that she understood we only covered it up to protect her...
It almost seemed too good to be true, how maturely the little girl was handling our major indiscretion. She stressed that she couldn't leave Ian behind because they were best friends; that we were both the closest thing to a family she had left. In the end, it was a blubbering mess between the two of them, managing to hug most of their grief out.
After that was settled, I prepared some 'creative' sandwiches for us consisting of gummy snakes and chocolate wafers as we had no ordinary ingredients. They went down unexpectedly well, and Ian even broke his vow of awkward silence to say thanks.
We talked until bedtime about random nonsense again, like having a team name for our little group — choices from “Rainbow Unicorn Friends“ to “Death Metal Avenge-inators” were thrown between Beth and Ian, until I broke the tie with the winning title “Nicknames are stupid, let's go to sleep already.”
I yawned with a light spin, collapsing onto Ian's single bed as I claimed it for myself. He shook his head with an amused response, dragging me out from his clean sheets. “...Nice try. Beth can sleep here for the night, we'll be across the hall in my parents’ room.”
After we made sure to lock the front and back doors, I was a little alarmed about the sleeping situation. However, my worries disappeared when I walked in and saw that there were two separate beds on either side of the room.
I didn't say anything, but Ian must have noticed that I was thinking about it. “Yeah, those two had... problems, it's fine. You can sleep in my dad's bed, just...” He leaned out towards the hall, making sure that Beth was tucked in and couldn't hear him. “I couldn't exactly let her sleep in here , if she found... Well, just don’t look in his drawers.”
Almost instantly, with a devilish glint in my eye, I grabbed the flashlight and wrestled off Ian's protests as I made my way through the shaded room. Tearing each and every drawer out from its panelling with ridiculously-extravagant movements, I eagerly tried to become my panicking host’s worst nightmare.
“C'mon... Where are you, ya beauty?” I chuckled to myself, and not even Ian couldn't resist smirking. Finally the last drawer hit the deck, completing the tapestry of boxer shorts and worn socks all over the bedroom’s floor
I peered inside the wooden container, while Ian buried his face into his pillow with a mixture of embarrassment and giggles. “Oh... Oh my God...” I stared at the rather curious contents, feeling strangely normal in comparison to Ian’s dad. “Those are... I mean—”
“You think that's bad? Try searching his browser history.” We both erupted into hysterical laughter, which was short-lived when we heard a sharp knock on the door.
Beth poked her tiny head through, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What’s going on? You’re both acting silly, it’s really loud...”
In a desperate attempt to protect the youth and innocence of the young lady, I cast myself across the room with a remarkable leap and planted my stomach over the various goods. Even making contact with them felt... dirty.
Thankfully she didn't see anything, but with one puzzling look at my strange behaviour, she rolled her eyes and returned to Ian's bedroom. Once more, we couldn't hold it in any longer.
It was hard to remember the last time I'd laughed so much, after barely cracking a smile in the past two days. I was simply glad that we had Ian back in our group, after such an excruciatingly-long day of getting nowhere.
I knew that it should've felt weird, goofing around like normal teenagers while the world decayed around us. It never did, though — to me, these little moments signified something much
I can't remember exactly what the conversation went like, but Beth made an excellent case — explaining she was happy it was Ian who set her mum free, that she understood we only covered it up to protect her...
It almost seemed too good to be true, how maturely the little girl was handling our major indiscretion. She stressed that she couldn't leave Ian behind because they were best friends; that we were both the closest thing to a family she had left. In the end, it was a blubbering mess between the two of them, managing to hug most of their grief out.
After that was settled, I prepared some 'creative' sandwiches for us consisting of gummy snakes and chocolate wafers as we had no ordinary ingredients. They went down unexpectedly well, and Ian even broke his vow of awkward silence to say thanks.
We talked until bedtime about random nonsense again, like having a team name for our little group — choices from “Rainbow Unicorn Friends“ to “Death Metal Avenge-inators” were thrown between Beth and Ian, until I broke the tie with the winning title “Nicknames are stupid, let's go to sleep already.”
I yawned with a light spin, collapsing onto Ian's single bed as I claimed it for myself. He shook his head with an amused response, dragging me out from his clean sheets. “...Nice try. Beth can sleep here for the night, we'll be across the hall in my parents’ room.”
After we made sure to lock the front and back doors, I was a little alarmed about the sleeping situation. However, my worries disappeared when I walked in and saw that there were two separate beds on either side of the room.
I didn't say anything, but Ian must have noticed that I was thinking about it. “Yeah, those two had... problems, it's fine. You can sleep in my dad's bed, just...” He leaned out towards the hall, making sure that Beth was tucked in and couldn't hear him. “I couldn't exactly let her sleep in here , if she found... Well, just don’t look in his drawers.”
Almost instantly, with a devilish glint in my eye, I grabbed the flashlight and wrestled off Ian's protests as I made my way through the shaded room. Tearing each and every drawer out from its panelling with ridiculously-extravagant movements, I eagerly tried to become my panicking host’s worst nightmare.
“C'mon... Where are you, ya beauty?” I chuckled to myself, and not even Ian couldn't resist smirking. Finally the last drawer hit the deck, completing the tapestry of boxer shorts and worn socks all over the bedroom’s floor
I peered inside the wooden container, while Ian buried his face into his pillow with a mixture of embarrassment and giggles. “Oh... Oh my God...” I stared at the rather curious contents, feeling strangely normal in comparison to Ian’s dad. “Those are... I mean—”
“You think that's bad? Try searching his browser history.” We both erupted into hysterical laughter, which was short-lived when we heard a sharp knock on the door.
Beth poked her tiny head through, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What’s going on? You’re both acting silly, it’s really loud...”
In a desperate attempt to protect the youth and innocence of the young lady, I cast myself across the room with a remarkable leap and planted my stomach over the various goods. Even making contact with them felt... dirty.
Thankfully she didn't see anything, but with one puzzling look at my strange behaviour, she rolled her eyes and returned to Ian's bedroom. Once more, we couldn't hold it in any longer.
It was hard to remember the last time I'd laughed so much, after barely cracking a smile in the past two days. I was simply glad that we had Ian back in our group, after such an excruciatingly-long day of getting nowhere.
I knew that it should've felt weird, goofing around like normal teenagers while the world decayed around us. It never did, though — to me, these little moments signified something much
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