After school, we converged at my house, in preparation for our journey. It took quite a bit of convincing, to get my parents to accept yet another house guest. But, when I told them that we going to go exploring, and that we'd only be in the house for dinner and sleep, they eventually agreed. They expressed disdain over my frequent excursions, but they seemed to enjoy the fact that I was being so social. As long as we returned before five, and helped with the housework, they'd be okay with it. They were becoming progressively less strict, for some reason. They did have one more request, however. Next time, I'd have to spend the night at Charlie's.
We walked to my room, gathering all that we might need for our trip. This mostly amounted to food entertainment items, as we didn't expect to be gone for long. Once our backpacks were stuffed, I turned to Charlie, and I asked, "So, have you chosen wisely?"
"Oh, yeah." He said, "This should last me for a while." He grinned, pulling out the best magazine of the bunch, and I nodded in approval.
Jeremy dropped his jaw. "Whoa, you have porn?" He exclaimed.
"Yep." I said, "Look under the bed." Jeremy did so, seeing a large, cardboard box of sensual pleasure. Beside it was another box, which was duct-taped shut.
"What's this box?" The boy asked, pointing to the other container. "Is it more porn?"
"No!" I screamed, "Don't touch that one!" With that, I frantically kicked it farther back.
Jeremy looked confused. "What's worse than porn?" He asked.
"It doesn't matter." I said, "Just don't touch it." Jeremy furrowed his brows. Tommy put his arm around me, assuming this to be a coping mechanism. Charlie merely shrugged, however. Apparently, he was getting used to my strange behavior. He knew not to ask questions.
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