It was an alien feeling...having this unattached piece of a lost puzzle in my hand, and not having anything else around me to fit it into. My entire first period that morning, I was completely absorbed by the concept of my dreams being beyond my control. I fought hard to remember every last lingering detail of my interaction with Caleb Jordan, and tried to think of some logical way to explain hw I could have just created him out of thin air like that. But all I could come up with was more evidence to support the idea that I couldn't have done it on my own. All I could remember was the completely self created scene of my dream, and how much Caleb didn't seem to be a part of it at all. How he was so separate from all of my other thoughts, all of my other fantasies, all of my other experiences. And that's where things got creepy.
I saw his face in that yearbook. I saw it...clear as day. And the same name printed under his picture. There was no doubt in my mind that it was him from my dream. That was the boy. And I'm sure that we didn't just randomly 'cross paths' somewhere at an earlier time either. Certainly not in a way that would cause my subconscious mind to just casually dig him up ten years later. So what, exactly, is going on here? You don't just dream about someone you don't know for days in a row without it meaning something. I've just gotta find out what that meaning is.
Throughout my first period class, I took notes on everything that happened since Caleb first appeared to me in the dream. The somewhat undecipherable conversations, the time we spent together, games we played...and the kiss. That miraculous kiss. I made sure to write down everything, even if it was out of order, and the more I wrote, the more I remembered. By the end of class, I had almost a page and a half's worth of details. By the end of my second period, I had even more. I had to show this to Chucky. Maybe now he'll believe me.
"Dude...you've gotta be kidding me." They were the first words out of Chucky's mouth when I went to see him before third period. He looked at my notes and listened to me tell him the story, and then he just gave me a raised eyebrow. "All of this happened in the last two days? Are you sure you're not just embellishing on some of this stuff. I mean, come on. I've done my homework on dream walking, and nothing I've read covers anything even remotely similar to what you're telling me. Not even online."
"Chucky...please. You've got to listen to me. Stop with the books and the photocopied worksheets for a second and hear me out. I KNOW that there is something 'wrong' with all of this. Nothing about it is natural, or scientific, or documented in any high school library book. This is REAL! I'm not fucking around here."
"Donnie, this might all make for some great sci-fi, but there is absolutely no evidence to support the idea that you're being haunted by a long-dead teenager."
"April showed me the yearbook this morning, and I'm telling you...it was him!"
"He died in '96, dude. That's, like, more than half your life ago."
"I KNOW that! And that's what worries me! What if..." I stopped myself for a moment, wondering how ridiculous it was going to sound once the words left my mouth. "...What if I...found him? In my dreams."
Chucky stared up at me for a moment, pushing his glasses up on his nose as April and the others came into the room. "Hey, 'freakshow'? How goes the midnight ballet the stars?" Baxter asked with a smile, not knowing how intense our mood had gotten only seconds before.
Jeff could see from the look on my face that something was bothering me. I couldn't quite tell if April had told the others about this morning or not, but if she had she ust have put one hell of an effort in keeping them from teasing me about it. I just...didn't have a way to make them SEE it! I didn't have anything concrete to show them. The best I could do would be to convince them that I was going completely crazy, and have them 'say' they believe just to calm me down. All in all...I was completely alone in all this.
"I'm going to class. I'll see you guys later, k?" I said, leaving my notes with Chucky and grabing my stuff to head back out into the hallway. Everyone else seemed a bit confused, but April decided that she was going to be the one designated to come after me.
"Donnie? Donnie, wait..." She trotted a bit faster to catch up to me and reached into her bag. "Sighhh...I SO shouldn't be doing this right now." I gave her a confused look, and she pulled out a red folder. "I made color copies of everything that I could find on Caleb Jordan so you could take it home with you. It wasn't much, but it's something."
"Shit, April, THANK you!" I said, reaching for it. But she quickly yanked it back out of my reach.
"I'm ONLY giving you this so you can get this 'weirdness' out of your system and move on already. NOT so you can use it to enhance your crazy talk. Got it?"
"I got it, I got it. Just give it to me." She did so reluctantly, but I gave her a kiss on the cheek anyway. "I just wanna see what I can find out, ok? That's all."
She seemed so hesitant. So concerned. "Whatever. Just...take care of yourself, ok?"
"I will. Promise." I grinned, and I walked away with her keeping a worried eye on me. Some info is better than nothing! Maybe I can figure out who he is.
I rushed to my next class and sat down in my seat, opening the folder as soon as it hit the desk top. April was right, it wasn't much. A few yearbook photos, a memorial page, and his name was listed as being a part of the school's baseball team...but he wasn't pictured with the rest of the team at all. I tried to find something that told me something about him, an article, an extra curricular activity, anything. But he seemed to be very...hidden in this place. Always in the background, never out front. Even the few pics there were of him seemed to have been taken by mistake. Like he would have avoided them all together if only he was fast enough to get out of the camera's way. Then I saw his class picture...and that smile gave me such a chill. It was so spooky to actually 'see' it somewhere besides my mind's eye. It gave my whole dream this level of authenticity and realism. It made it come to life in full and vibrant color. But, all that stuff aside...I was still left without an idea as to what ultimately happened to him. These pages weren't enough. I needed more.
I wandered through the rest of my day, basically sleepwalking through every class. Not remembering half of it, not understanding the other half. I thought back to Caleb's outburst in the dream. The wind, the warping scenery, the thunder, the rain of blood. How could you just 'let' me die? That's what he said. 'Let' me die. What does it mean? Ugh...should I even be going any deeper into this? Maybe April and Chucky are right. Maybe I just need some regular old fashioned sleep. I'll try to get in touch with Cale ONE more time, and if it turns out to just be some crazy one-time nightmare...I'll leave it alone. I'll stop searching for him, and I'll just keep it as a spooky little Halloween tale to tell kids in the future. But...if I find him, and this turns out to be much more than some delusional fantasy...then I have no idea where I should go from there. Hopefully some option will present itself when the time comes.
The final bell rang that day, releasing us out into the streets for the weekend. The whole crew met up in the halls and walked out the back door. Everything was normal for the rest of them, but for me..I was too lost in my thoughts to really play along as well as I usually did. At one point, April took a hold of my hand and gave it a firm squeeze. Our eyes met, and it was basically just a silent moment for her to tell me how much she cared. It wasn't a concern, it was more of a comfort.
"Ahhh SHIT!!! What the FUCK?!?!" Baxter shouted in frustration, making the rest of us jump.
"What is it?" Jeff asked.
"Goddamn PIGEONS! That's what!" He said, and we saw a big splotch of bird shit on his back window. "Look at it! That's friggin' SICK, man! I've gota start bringing a tarp to school. Seriously."
"Jesus, Bax. It's not THAT bad. That stuff 'does' come off, you know?" I told him, but he wasn't having it.
"Screw you, Donnie. When you get a car, you can treat it however you want to. This is my ride, man! Shit!" He threw his backpack in the front seat, and popped the trunk to get out a rag and some windex to clean it off right away.
We looked at each other briefly, smiling at the obsessive nature of his scrubbing, and April and I eased past him to climb into the back seat. April mentioned, "You know, they have car washes for that kinda thing." But Baxter only grunted in response.
"Hey, Jeff, help me out man. Scrub a little bit on your side of the window." He asked.
"Dude...I'm not touching bird shit."
"You don't HAVE to touch the bird shit, I'm giving you a rag."
"I'm touching a 'rag' that touched bird shit either."
The two of them went back and forth for a bit while April and I talked softly inside the car. She looked over at me, and I had to remind her, "I told you, I'm ok. Seriously. Please don't worry about me, alright? I was just a little freaked out, that's all. It's not like I had a nervous breakdown."
"Nobody has a nervous breakdown all at once, Donnie."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She paused for a moment, and said, "Do you remember...a few years ago? You know...when I had my accident?" As though any of us could ever forget. She rolled back her sleeves, and showed me the faded scars on her wrists. They seemed so harmless now when you look at them. But I remember when she was first released from the hospital. When they were 'fresh'. I remember how painful, how open, how deep they were. It was a sight I'll never forget, stitches and all. "These aren't decorations, Donnie. They're a reminder. Every day, I look at these scars, and I'm reminded of how the bad feelings just seem to slip in a little bit at the time. A comment here, a bad dream there, a couple of school girl crushes, and a few bad grades. By the time it gets to the point of slicing yourself open...you've collected so much harmful shit that you don't even remember where it all started from."
"Geez, April, I'm NOT gonna let it get that bad..."
"Oh really? Funny. I can remember tellng myself the same thing." I looked away from her for a moment, and she knew that I was almost at the point of trying to tune her out. "I just...I remember feeling like I was alone. And no matter how crazy you think it sounds to be chasing a ghost in your dreams...you're not alone either. K?" I turned back to her and nodded. "I made you a promise back then, if I felt things going south...I'm supposed to call you and talk it out. I want you to make me the same promise."
"Deal." I said, and leaned over to rest my shoulder on hers.
A few seconds later, the car door opened and Jeff plopped down inside. "Bax is a total psycho, you know that?"
Bax climbed in next, "Great. Now the back window is cleaner than the front window. I'm gonna have to spend all day tomorrow trying to even this shit out again." Yes...I agree. Baxter is quite the psycho.
He drove me home first, and dropped me off, April giving me a quick kiss before letting me leave the back seat. Jeff rolled down his window as I was walking up to the front door. "Hey Donnie! Give me a ring tomorrow morning. We'll hang out this weekend. I've got something that might take your mind off of ghouls and ghosts for a while."
"That's gonna be quite an amazing feat during the Halloween season." I called back.
"Trust me on this one. It's a guaranteed cure for what ails ya."
Bax tapped Jeff on the shoulder. "Is it porn?"
"Bax, even if it was porn, it would be gay porn." Jeff answered, causing Bax to flinch.
"Eww, count me out."
"I'll give you a ring as soon as I get up, cool?" I said, and Jeff nodded, rolling up his window.
But not before Bax shouted, "Hey! Sweet dreams, Romeo!" And the car pulled away from the curb to take the others home. Thank God it's Friday.
Did I relax that evening? No. Not at all. Even when my parents came home and we sat down to dinner...my mind was wrapping itself around Caleb and the dreams. It was like this instant obsession that I couldn't get rid of. I did a bit of homework, I did a bit of laundry, but most of my time that night was spent online. I searched for Caleb Jordan's name everywhere that I could find it. Most of the links brought me right back to the same high school pictures and vague references that I had found before. Except for this one guestbook signature. I guess it was made to some other boy's personal website the year that he died. I gave it a look, and it seemed pretty plain and average. Nothing special. It said:
"Hey Brett! It's me, Caleb! I finally found your website, and I decided to sign your guestbook. Um...now that I'm here, I don't really know what to say. But I love your site, and...um...yeah. So...I'll talk to you soon, ok? Call me! -Caleb"
I looked through the website some, but it was extremely basic. I guess there wasn't a whole lot you could really do with a website all the way back in 1996, at least not anything like the stuff that you can do with them now. He was cute though. An athlete on the track team, letter jacket, adorable smile, big blue eyes and long brown hair. Hehehe, just looking at him, I could tell that Caleb must have at least noticed him once or twice. Hell, I would have gone searching for his website too if he was in my class. I was hoping to find some mention of Caleb somewhere on the site. As a friend, or a classmate, or something. But he was nowhere to be found, except for the guestbook. Another dead end.
I must have spent two or three hours in my room trying to find something on him. Until one short article in a local newspaper showed up.
Local Teen Found Dead In Suburban Home - At the age of fourteen, a young male was found dead in his home, allegedly a victim of suicide. Caleb Jordan, a promising young student at West Hill High School....
The blurb stopped there, with a link that said 'Read More' next to it. I instantly sat up and clicked feverishly on the link again and again, but found that it didn't work. I suppose it was 'old news'. But they HAD to archive this story SOMEWHERE! I kept searching through the links, every news article, every television report, I even checked through old obituaries to see if I could find out more. But everything came to a dead stop whenever it came to talking about what happened to him. One thing about quiet little suburbs, they had to have something as negative as teen suicide on their permanent record. They hush it up and hide it away, trying to make everyne forget as soon as possible. Just so they can keep the mortgages in the neighborhood high and their image as a community crystal clear so people will pay them. Everyone seems to have done their homework when it came to him. But I'm sure that something will slip through the cracks somewhere eventually.
It might have been the misery in my back, or the hopelessness of my search...or maybe it's just the fact that I had to get up early for school this morning, and after a full day, I came home to stare at a computer screen for hours on end...but my eyes began to droop. I was drowsy, fatigued, my attention span getting shorter and shorter by the minute. I had yawned so many times in a row that my jaw actually began to hurt. Still, I tried to scroll through page after page of useless garbage. Merely to find a glimpse of his name every now and then, and have it direct me back to his yearbook memorial page again. As the minutes ticked by, I found myself falling asleep at my desk, and finally gave into it. I wrote my findings down in my notebook and kept a record of where I left off. Then I shut the computer down, undressed, and got into bed. I doubt that I was conscious for more than a minute or two when my head hit the pillow. I'll just....'yawn'....I'll just see what I can find out....in the morning...
I can remeber my first feelings of disorientation when I supposedly 'woke up' in my bed. There was a strong wind coming in through my window, blowing my curtains in until they were almost sticking straight out from the rod. As I looked over the side of my bed, I saw that I was almost ten feet high off of the floor. My mind had given in to the usual dream logic for a moment, simply accepting what it sees as the truth. But as my concentration took over, I sudenly started to become aware of certain things that didn't make sense. I didn't recognize the sheets on the bed, my clock had gone haywire, the numbers shifting and morphing into lines of undetailed gibberish. I sat up in the bed, and looked over to find a larg 'lump' in the bed next to me. And it was breathing.
I was a bit scared at first. It was a shocking thing to see all of the sudden. I watched the rise and fall of the body beside me, with the covers over its head, and then got the courage to reach a hand over to touch it. It was warm. Soft. Alive. I slowly let my fingers wander up to the top of the covers to pull it down and see who it was. But as soon as I peeled back the covers, the lump in the comforter melted away, and the bed was empty. No trace of the sleeping body remained. I swiftly jumped down out of the bed, falling ten feet to the floor and looking up at the empty mattress. This is wrong. This is all wrong.
I walked out of my room, and began to search the house. I went from room to room, my parents room, the living room, the kitchen, the basement...nothing. "Caleb? Caleb, are you in here?" I called out. There was no answer. Everything was dead silent. Even my footsteps were soundless. "Caleb? Caleb Jordan?" I went to the front door, and opened it slowly...seeing a bright and beautiful sunshine day, just like always. The trees swayed with a gentle breeze, and the grass felt good beneath my bare feet. The street curved in strange ways, and seemed to go on forever, disappearing into the fog in the distance. It was my neighborhood alright, although it never looked the same way twice. I'm surprised that I was even able to recognize it from to dream. I don't knw how I found any familiarity between this world and reality, but I did. This place always felt strangely like home.
I called out again, "Caleb? Where are you?" I stretched out my hearing for as far as it could go, but heard nothing. Was he upset with me? Did he leave? I concentrated on rising up slowly from the ground, and with a bit of a clumsy jerk, I found myself levitating up off of the sidewalk. I made sure to take it easy this time, my body tilting and swaying while I tried to remain in an upright position. This flying thing is NOT as easy as it looks on tv. When I reached a height that could easily see as much of the neighborhood as there was to see...I slowly turned around in a circle. Scanning everything for a glimpse of him. Just a glimpse. "Caleb? Are you there?" I called out in this loud boom of a voice that seemed to echo throughout the entire dream world, hoping that he would hear me. But there was still no answer. I raised my hands up in front of me, and with a simple thought, I 'pushed' that grayish fog as far back as the eye could see in all directions. And there was absolutely nothing to see. Nothing to hear either. He was nowhere to be found.
Disappointed, I lowered myself back down to the ground. I made sure to check the tree to see if he was sitting up there, playing a friendly game of hide and seek or something. But the tree was empty. So I sat down on the front step in front of my house, and just waited. Maybe he was...you know...late or something.
I waited, and waited, and waited. It seemed like an eternity had passed, and there was nothing to do but sit there and think about where he could be. I don't know. Maybe Chucky was right. I've been making this whole thing up in my head all along. It just felt so REAL, you know? There was, like...this connection between us and...
Sighhh...I really am going nuts, aren't I? I should stop this. I think that some of that 'free dreaming' stuff April talked about is needed right about now. I don't 'feel' crazy, but there's no reason to tempt the gods, right?
At that moment, something dropped down right in front of me, and splattered down on the concrete between my feet. A big splotch of bird shit. I looked up at the sky to see a purple pigeon flying overhead and vanishing over the roof of the house across the street. The mess it made was in the exact same shape as it was on the back window of Baxter's car. I have to admit, it made me giggle a bit. Geez, the weird little things your subconscious picks up in the course of a day.
I woke up on Saturday morning feeling somewhat refreshed from a long night's sleep. Better than I had been feeling for the last three or four days anyway. I never did catch any hints that Caleb had come back, and while that was a frustrating issue at first, I was almost glad that nothing happened. It was liberating to think that maybe I was just being freaky and this whole event was over and done with. I certainly look forward to not having it rest so heavy on my shoulders anymore.
I got up and made sure to call Jeff like I promised. It was so good to hear his voice at such a cheerful pitch. "So are you gonna come ove, or what? What are we doing?"
"Yeah, I'm coming. Just...give me a second to wake up fully, and I'll hop on a bus."
"Still tired, huh? Long night?" He grinned. "You didn't have any more dreams about 'you know who', did you?"
"Um...actually, no. I got nothing."
"Sweet! So you're cured."
I hesitated for a second, then told him, "Yeah. I guess I am. Whatever, it was just weird, you know?"
"I'll bet. Now get your ass over here and hang out. I've been up for an hour and a half and I'm already getting bored!"
"Hehehe, I'm on my way."
I grabbed the folder that April gave me and made sure to take it with me. Looking at that picture...it made me smile. Those bright green eyes and soft blond hair...hehehe, he really was a cutie. If I had to dream about somebody, it would be him. I'll take it with me. Jeff will love it.
I made the short trek over to his house and was welcomed warmly at the door. Let's just see what kind of 'cheering up' Jeff was planning to do for me. As I sat on his couch in front of the TV, he brought out a small DVD box and displayed the picture proudly for me. "Jesse McCartney: Up Close And Personal? Hehehe!" I grinned, and Jeff smiled back at me as he put it in the DVD player.
"Consider this an early birthday prsent, my friend."
"Dude, my birthday is, like, in APRIL."
"Exactly. So don't be surprised when I don't get you anything." He sat down next to me and turned it on with the remote.
"Hehehe, are we seriously gonna watch this right now?" I asked.
"A few pieces of it, yes."
"This is your big plan to get my mind off of my problems?"
"You get to see Jesse's boner in the 'She's No You' video. I figured it might have some positive effects on your psyche." He smirked.
"Psh! Har har...whatever, dude."
"Dude, please. They are NOT gonna show a teenage boy's boner on MTV, much less the Disney Channel." But Jeff skipped right to the black and white video, and sure enough, somewhere near the beginning of the first chours, he walks toward the screen...and there was a rather 'obvious' bulge in the front of his pants. "Whoah...wait wait wait...PAUSE it! What is that? That's not a boner! That's....something else, right?" Jeff shook his head, rewinding it. "Wait...what is that?"
"Hehehe, you know what that is."
"No way! Is that....wait..shut up! Omigod!" I sat straight up, and both of us started giggling uncontrollably. "Dude! No fucking WAY! Zoom in on it!" He did, and while I tried to double and triple check to make sure that it wasn't just some fold in his pants or something...I think they were ACTUALLY showing his erection for a second! "I can't fucking believe what I'm seeing! That's TOTALLY a hard on!"
Jeff zoomed in as close as it would go, and there was no mistaking it. A nice sized erection displayed proudly for the whole world to see. We couldn't sit still, and we started to playfully shove each other back and forth as we found ourselves giddy at the idea of seeing something so...dreamy. "Oh man, is that not the most delicious thing you've ever seen?" Jeff swooned, as we went back and forth with cat calls and whistles.
"He's HOT! I wanna lick the screen!"
"Anytime, baby! Anytime!"
"Yeah, to hell with those girls! She's no ME, cutie pie!"
"Hey baby...?" I started, and we both shouted simultaneously, "...Do you need some 'HELP' with that???" Which caused us to collapse in a fit of laughter. You know...he was right...this did help to take my mind off of things. If only for a little while.
"Dude, I'm SO looking into making this picture my screensaver." He smiled.
We calmed down a bit in a few minutes, and I looked over at Jeff to tell him what was in my heart at that moment. "Hey, Jeff...thanks dude. Seriously. I was....stressing myself out something awful, you know? This is cool." I told him.
He threw his arm over my shoulder and gave me a quick brotherly hug before pushing me back to my side of the couch. "See? All it took was a hot celebrity's stiffy to make you feel better. That's good to know."
"Sighhh...we really need boyfriends, you know that?"
"Yeah, I know." He sighed. "I'm so horny I'm almost ready to start hitting on YOU just to get some attention."
"Psh! Please...I am so out of your league." He gave me a wicked look of playful shock for a moment, and then kicked me with his sock foot. "Hahaha, I'm KIDDING! Jesus! Besides, you can't date your best friends. There's like...emotional 'laws' against it."
"Hehehe...yeah..." Jeff said, and his voice kinda trailed off a bit as he looked back towards the screen. A sign that was usually an indication that he wa hiding something. I could see the faintest blush in his cheeks, and I had to know what was up with that.
"Ok, spill it."
"Spill what?" He bit his bottom lip and giggle a bit. I shoved him a bit and gave him a look that let him know that he wasn't weaseling out of it. He rolled his eyes and said, "Listen, if you breathe a WORD of this to anybody...I swear to God..."
"Ooooh, this must be good!"
"I'm serious, Donnie!" He said, and I raised my right hand to let him know that I promised not to tell. "It's just...ok...let me ask you something. And be honest, ok?" He paused for a second and then asked me, "Do you...I mean, do you ever think about...Baxter?"
I was confused. "Do I ever think about Baxter doing what?"
"You know..." Jeff's eyes widened a bit to give me a hint.
I gave him the most natural reaction that I could, "EEEEEWWWWWW! NO! Dude! What are you TALKING about???"
"Hahaha! Shut up! No really, come on!" Jeff tried to hold onto my shoulder to keep me from cringing. "Be honest, just between us!"
"Believe me, this is honest as it gets."
"You're telling me that you don't think Bax is just a LITTLE bit cute?"
"Ugh!" I giggled, but Jeff kept pressing me, and I admitted it. "Geez...he's...he's kinda cute, sure. But he's...he's Bax! I couldn't do it. No way."
"I could." Jeff blushed. "I'm NOT saying I'm in love or anything! I just...I 'notice', you know? He's blond, and he's athletic, and...if you keep him from talking you can almost picture him as a real sweetheart. Hehehe!" I gave him a weird look, and he sat back. "What? I just...I think that...SOMETIMES....he can be....kinda, sorta...cute, that's all."
I smiled while he squirmed a bit in front of my accusing eyes. "How long has this been going on?"
"There's nothing 'going on'. I just let my mind wander from time to time."
"How long?" I asked again.
"I dunno....a couple of months." He grinned. "He drives me CRAZY, don't get me wrong! But...I don't know...I kinda like that."
I giggled to myself. "And you have the nerve to worry about 'my' sanity."
"Sighh...I don't know why I tell you guys these things. It's JUST a thought! That's all. Forget about it."
"Trust me, I'm trying to."
"I bet you you'd dig it if he came on to you though."
"Yeah, I can see it now. 'Hey, fuck face! Do you want me shove this teen beef in your pie hole or your brown eye?' I'm sure he'd be a real romantic."
"Laugh all you want, but the next time you see him, I bet you'll be thinking about it." Jeff smiled. And we left it alone before we ended up getting too deep into the concept. I love Bax to death as a friend. Any flaws that he had were more entertaining than offensive, and he honestly had a heart of gold, even though it could be a little rough around the edges. But as far as being a 'persuit' of mine? Nah...totally undatable.
We were quiet for a bit to watch the video, and then...I found myself snickering quietly as a funny thought popped into my head. "What?" Jeff asked.
"Dude...hehehe...I could totally see Bax doing you on the hood of his car!" I could barely get it out without cracking up, and I got a well deserved punch in the shoulder for that one.
Jeff and I spent the afternoon together, and I felt like I was getting back to normal by the time I left. He flipped over Caleb's picture, just as I thought he would. He thinks he's hot as hell. Then again...Jeff and I think 90 percent of the male population of Earth is hot as hell when we're horny enough. I got up and walked to the door after a few hours of laughs, and he asked me, "So, what's up with you asking Austin to this party? Are you gonna do it, or what?"
"I'm thinking about it. Give me some time."
"You don't HAVE a lot of time, dude! Cory's party is this coming weekend! So put a rush on that thought process and make it happen."
"Why do you care so much?"
"Because I want him to sit between us in the back seat of Bax's car so I can feel him up on the way there. Why else?"
"You need help." I said as I walked out of his house.
"I need SEX! That's what I need."
"Later, pervert!" I called back, and started on my way home. The party, I had almost forgotten. Shit...I've still gotta get my shit together for this one.