Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2012 14:04:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: rtbrno65@yahoo.com
Subject: quincy and that unusual friend of his

This story is fiction, and nothing but. This story contains underage boy
nudity. If you're under 18, or not allowed to read material such as this in
your jurisdiction, then please move on to other things.


		  "Quincy And That Unusual Friend Of His"

				 Prologue


Erik moved out of the way just in time to avoid the soccer ball. It sailed
just inches past his head and landed in the bushes at the end of the lawn
which divided his parents property with the next door neighbors. He laughed
and went after the ball and dug it out from under the bushes, and kicked it
high towards the other two kids next to the driveway. The ball landed and
took a big bounce before landing in the red headed boy's hands who stood
near the mailbox. He immediately kicked it right back to Erik. It was a
cool, late August evening. The sun was just starting to set, so a languid,
red light was starting to fall on everything. The cicadas were humming in
the trees and crickets and other insects could be heard in all
directions. The soccer ball landed right in Erik's arms. He then did a side
ways kick and the ball shot right between the other two boys, and bounced
off the side of his father's car with a metallic thud. The dark headed boy
kicked the ball right back.

Erik was a handsome lad, just three days shy of his eleventh birthday. He
had very light blond hair just over his ears. He had a lean, sharp
face. His eyes were cat- like slits that conveyed the boys intelligence and
his warm sense of humor, both of which were copious. He had a slight
smattering of freckles. He stood with a height of 4'9, and was lean and
very fit. He and his parents were from Denmark. He came over with them to
the United States when he was two, and moved into the red bricked, two
story suburban Washington DC home where he now lived and played. His father
worked at the Danish embassy.

"Aaron! Heads up !" Erik shouted. He then kicked the ball. It landed in the
driveway and started bouncing towards the street, causing the other two
boys to chase after it while Erik laughed with that unique, hearty laugh
that he had.

The front door to the house opened and Erik's mother appeared in the
doorway.

"Erik, it's getting late ! You need to finish up and come in soon!" She
yelled in Danish.

"Allright, Mother. I'll be right in!" Erik replied, also in Danish. Erik
had lived almost all of his life in America, and had only visited Denmark a
handful of times. In spite of this he spoke Danish fluently and with a
flawless accent. He spoke English equally flawlessly, and with only the
slightest trace of an accent. His parents decided to enroll him in regular
public school when he had turned five. His grades were so consistantly
excellent, that his parents decided to enroll him in the elite Madera
School, an elite private academy for the academically gifted children of
the diplomats, defense industry moguls, and politicians who populated the
area in which he lived. He started sixth grade there in three days, and he
was very excited about that.

"Guys, I have to go in now!" Erik yelled. "Here kick the ball to me!"

The red headed boy kicked the ball towards Erik, but it veered left of him
and started rolling down towards the street. Erik laughed and ran after
it. It rolled over the curb and into the street. Erik was so focused on
chasing the ball and retrieving it that he didn't see the car coming.

The car was traveling very fast, much faster then the ten mile an hour
speed limit. It was being driven by a 16 year old boy who had just gotten
the car for his birthday, and his drivers license too. He had passed his
drivers test that day. One of his friends had gotten a bottle of vodka and
a lid of columbian gold through his older brother. They, along with two
other friends, had polished off half of the bottle of vodka, and were
headed towards the old dirt road at the end of the street to smoke some of
the weed and finish off the vodka. The police determined the car to be
going at least forty miles an hour down the residential street.

Erik had been hunched over, trying to grab the ball when he got hit. The
grill of the car smashed right into the side of his head. His body went
flying right into the air like a projectile while the car screeched to a
halt, and he landed a full 10 yards away, right next to the manhole
cover. His limbs were all twisted in different directions, like a scarecrow
that had been taken off of it's pole and flung to the ground. His head and
face were both an unrecognizable mass of blood, brain matter, flesh,
shattered bone, and hair. A pool of dark blood was rapidly forming under
what was left of his head. He had been knocked out of his shoes, and his
pants were halfway off. The boy who had been driving, got out of the car
and stared in horror. The two boys in the driveway stood frozen, wide eyed,
and were hardly breathing. The soccer ball came to a rest against the curb
on the opposite side of the street. Neighbors were coming out of their
houses and a woman's scream could be heard from an adjacent house. One of
the boys in the back seat of the car vomited out of the window. Erik's
mother came out, saw her son in the road, and slowly sank down into a
sitting position on the landing, her face and mind both blank from
shock. In one of the pine trees next to the house, a bird began to sing.


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                                                            Chapter 1

The car turned off of the main road and onto the side street. Quincy looked
up from his I-pad and saw that they had turned onto Forest Lane, so he knew
that he was about to see his new home. The car drove slowly down the
meandering, narrow street. Wealthy homes flanked the tree lined street on
both sides. Quincy thought it actually looked kind of nice, but he wasn't
about to let his parents know that. He was determined to make sure that his
parents both knew how much he resented all of it.

Quincy's father had been elected to congress the previous fall, having been
swept into office on a wave of righteous voter anger as the Tea Party
candidate in his district. The congressional district that his father now
represented had been a reliably Democratic district in Pennsylvania, and
even his father privately admitted that he had little, if any shot of
winning. To everyone's astonishment, his family's and the country's both,
his father won the election with 54 % of the vote, defeating a nine term
incumbent. Before he ran for office he had been a grocery store owner, now
he was the Congressman from the 54th district of Pennsylvania.

"Well, Kiddo," His dad said from the drivers seat. "What do you think of
the neighborhood?"

"It's OK, I guess." Quincy muttered.

"I think it looks really nice." His mom interjected. "Steve, do you know
where the house is?"

"It should just be another block, dear. It'll be the third house on the
left, the one with the red bricks." He said.

They then emerged from the trees into a more open area. There were several
houses on both sides. The street they were on turned into a dirt road just
past the last houses and disappeared into a wooded area.

"Here it is ! 1452 Forest Lane! We are home, folks!" Chimed Steve.

They made the left turn into the steep driveway. The house was made of red
bricks. It was two stories, with three windows on the second floor, and two
larger windows and the front door on the first. All of the windows had a
pair of shutters that were painted dark grey. There was a large front lawn
that sloped down to the street.  Quincy's dad parked the car next to the
garage, and the three family members all got out and surveyed the
surroundings.

"The movers should be here in an hour or so. Let's go take a look at the
house, shall we?"

"Come on, Quincy. We're going to look at the house now. Quincy! Come on!"
His mom said. Quincy had been fooling around with his I-pad with his back
to everybody, and sighed loudly as he started to follow his parents into
the still vacant house.

Quincy's parents decided to hold off on moving until the August recess so
that Quincy could finish the school year and spend the bulk of his summer
with his friends. Quincy's dad found the house for rent through a
congressional colleague who knew someone in the diplomatic corps. The house
was dirt cheap to rent, especially for a house in McLean,Virginia. The rent
was so cheap that he thought that there had to be serious problems with
it. The houses owner, who was the widow of a nuclear scientist for
Lockheed-Martin, assured him during one of several skeptical inspection
visits, that all was well and that the house was in perfect, working
order. What she didn't tell him, was that the previous three tenants had
all fled the house after having been there for less than a year. All of
them had claimed to hear strange noises, seen strange apparitions, and had
books and other items fly off of shelves and tables. The previous tenants
had fled in the middle of the night after the large grand piano in the
living room started playing by itself.

The family entered through the front door. The AC had been left off, so the
house was stifling hot. Quincy's mom found the thermostat and turned the AC
on, and it could be heard dully roaring through the house. There was no
furniture, save for the large. black grand piano that was in the living
room to the right of the front entrance. Quincy went upstairs to pick out
his room. He chose the room that was farthest down the hallway from the
master bedroom. It faced the back yard, which he saw from looking out the
window was surprisingly large. There was a large, floor length mirror
sitting on a pair of legs by the closet door. Quincy looked at himself in
the mirror. He had just recently turned twelve years old, stood at about
4'11, had medium brown hair, brown eyes, a pre-pubescent roman nose, thin
lips, and a roundish sort of face. His hair fell slightly over his eyes,
and he would often have to brush it away from his face. He was fit and he
had a tanned complexion. He held up his arms and flexed his muscles a
little bit. As he did that he felt a strange breeze move through the room,
and the room seemed to suddenly get a lot cooler than it was. He then heard
what he thought sounded like a brief, high pitched giggle. It was very
faint and brief, like thunder that is at it's maximum distance to be
audible. He held his breath and listened to the sounds in the room, but all
he could hear was the AC blowing out of the vent. He opened the closet door
and saw nothing but coathangers and a purple handkerchief that someone had
left on the shelf. He closed the door, shrugged his shoulders, decided that
it was the AC that he felt and heard, and went downstairs.

The movers soon arrived, so the family decided to drive over to Tysons
Corner Center a few miles from their house so as to not be in the
way. Tysons Corner Center was a gigantic, sprawling shopping mall with two
levels, shops and restaurants of every kind, waterfalls, a large stage, and
best of all, a large video arcade. After he and his family had lunch at 5
Guys, Quincy retreated into the arcade while his parents walked around the
mall. He had been in there for two hours before his parents showed up to
get him. He had no idea it had been that long.

Quincy and his family arrived at the house. The moving van was still parked
in the driveway, and it looked like they were about finished. The movers,
however, were all gathered around the front door and appeared to be having
a heated discussion. Quincy's dad parked the car on the curb, and the
family walked up the hill towards the group of movers. One of the movers
was loudly shouting and raving in Spanish while moving his arms around
wildly. The head mover was yelling back at him, also in Spanish.

"What's going on here?" Steve asked.

The head mover came over, looking embarrased. "I'm so sorry,
Mr. Lenhardt. " He said in a thick Latino accent. "He is new, he is new to
this country..."

"What happened ?" Steve asked forcefully.

The man came rushing over, the other movers trying to restrain him. He was
wide eyed and sweaty, as though he were in a deep panic.

"La fantasma ! Una fantasma es aqui! En la casa! En la casa! Una fantasma !
Yo miro Yo miro ! Una fantasma !" He started to yell. The other movers
grabbed him and moved him over towards the van while he continued to yell.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Lenhardt. He new to this country. He come from a small
village. The people there can be very superstitious. I'm sorry, he has
never acted like this before!" The head mover was genuinly embarrased.

"I hope he's not drunk!" Steve said angrily.

"No, no...not at all, Mr. Lenhardt. He just superstitous." the head mover
said.

"Superstitious of what? What is there to be superstitious of?" Steve asked.

"Well...uh...he...he says he saw a ghost."

"A ghost...?"

"Yes, Mr. Lenhardt. I am very sorry. He comes from a very far away village
in our country. Those people are very superstitious. Now he refuses to go
back into the house. I am very sorry for him."

"Well I think you people better finish this up and get the hell out of
here, and I had better not find out that you let a man drunk or on dope
into my house!"

"Yes, yes of course, we are almost finish, I am sorry, sir." The mover
bowed and scurried back to work along with the other movers. The family
then began walking towards the front door while the movers disperesed. As
Quincy walked past, he looked into the cab of the van and saw the
frightened mover sitting on the passenger side, crossing himself over and
over again.

Quincy spent the rest of the evening unpacking his things in his room. By
the time he was finished it looked exactly like his old room back in PA
did. He then took the empty boxes downstairs to the garage. He returned to
his room and a sharp gasp left his throat.

All of his dresser drawers were open, and his bed, which had been neatly
made, had been tussled up and disturbed, as though somebody had rolled
around or jumped on it.

"Hey Mom?" Quincy yelled down the hall. "Why did you mess up my room?"

"I wasn't in your room, Honey!" Mom replied from inside of her bedroom.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! I suggest you clean up whatever mess you just made in
there!" She said.

"Where's dad?"

"Your father is at the store, so you can't blame him either!"

Quincy sighed in puzzled exasperation. He could have sworn that the room
was nice and tidy when he left it. He closed up all the drawers but didn't
bother making the bed, since it was late. He put on his pajamas, read a
little bit, and went to sleep.

Later that night, Quincy all of a sudden found himself awake in the
dark. He looked at the clock and it said 2:30. As he looked at the time,
the digital image of the numbers began to flicker in and out. He then heard
that same giggle as he did earlier, only this time it wasn't distant. As a
matter of fact , it came right from inside the room. His heart froze in his
chest as he heard the giggle again. It sounded like a boy. He quickly
turned over towards the sound. On his desk, in the dark, he saw a figure
sitting indian style on top of his desk. He bolted for the lamp and turned
on the switch. To his utter shock and disbelief, he saw a nude blond boy
sitting on top of his desk. He had a big grin on his face and his hands on
his knees.

"Hi!" The kid said as he waved.

"Wh....who....who are you...?" Quincy asked, his voice trembling.

The boy leaned back and laughed. It was a friendly and hearty laugh. "I'm
Erik. Who are YOU?" He laughed.

"How did you get in here? Why don't you have any clothes on?"

Erik laughed and jumped off the desk. Quincy could see his little dangling
penis bobbing around as he hit the floor. He then ran giggling into the
closet and shut the door.

"Hey, hey, wait a minute!" Quincy said. He then got out of bed and ran to
the closet. He then opened the door, and to his utter horror, there was no
one in there.

"Mom! MOM! MOM!!!" Quincy cried out.

Quincy's parents came running down the hallway full speed. Dad was in his
underwear and Mom was in her nightgown.

"Quincy, what's wrong? What happened?" Steve croaked.

"I don't know, I ...I..." Quincy then hesitated. He suddenly didn't think
that it was a good idea to tell his parents that he saw a naked boy in his
bedroom who suddenly vanished into thin air.

"I ...had a nightmare I guess." Quincy finally said. Quincy's parents both
stayed and comforted him for a few minutes before shuffling bleary eyed
back to their bedroom. After they left,he sat for a few seconds and tried
to figure out what had just happened. He also thought about that freaked
out mover from earlier in the day. Eventually he got his composure back and
decided to try to go back to sleep. As he was about to turn off the lamp,
he heard the closet door squeak a little. He watched as it opened
halfway. He then saw the naked boy peek around the corner of the door. He
sat and watched in horror.

"Thanks for not ratting me out to your folks." He said.

"R-r-ratting you out...?"

"Yeah, the girl who used to sleep in here ratted me out to them as soon as
she saw me." He then stepped out of the closet, walked over to the bed and
sat next to Quincy. "So what's your name? "

"Q-qw-Quincy."

"Nice to meet you, Quincy!" Erik beemed. He then held his hand out. Quincy
took his hand and shook it.

"You seem pretty cool. I like you better than all the others. You're the
first boy my age who's lived here too. At least since I lived here." Erik
said.

"You live here?"

"Of course I live here! Where else would I live?" Erik laughed.

"Where are your parents?"

Erik became quiet and contemplative for a second. "You know, I don't really
know where they are? I've never really thought about it, actually."

"You've never thought about it?"

"Nope."

"So how did you disappear like that in the closet?"

"Like this."

Quincy then gasped in shock as Erik vanished right in front of him. He was
there and then he was not. He then heard giggling behind him. He quickly
looked and saw Erik sitting up on the bed with his hands behind his head.

"You have a pretty comfortable bed, Quincy!"

"I don't believe it..."

"No really, it's pretty comfortable."

Quincy laughed. "No ! I meant...I mean...who are you? What are you?"

"I told you, my name is Erik. I live here. I was here long before you moved
in and I'll be here long after you move out." Erik then jumped off the bed,
went to the mirror, and started to do karate moves. To Quincy's shock, he
saw no reflection.

"How long?" Quincy asked.

Erik turned around and faced him. "You know, I don't even know that
either. No one has ever asked me these things."

"Hey, so look, do you want to borrow a pair of my underwear or something?"

"Why?"

"Because you're totally naked. I can see your weiner and everything."

"So?"

"That doesn't bother you?"

"No. Why should it?"

Quincy thought about that for a second and really didn't have an answer. If
this kid wanted to parade around nude in front of him, then Quincy guessed
that was his business.

"So, what? Are you some kind of wizard or something?"

"No, I'm just a kid like you."

"No you're not. Kids don't disappear and teleport around the room at will."

"Hmmm...I haven't thought about that either."

Just then the door to his room opened up. Quincy's mom was standing in the
doorway.

"Quincy, are you on the phone?"

"No, Mom."

"Then who are you talking to?"

Quincy looked over at Erik who smiled at him and then smiled at his mother.

"Uhhhh...nobody, really. I was...just readin' out loud a little bit. I'm
sorry...I didn't know I was being so loud."

"Well it's past three AM, Quincy! You need to get yourself into bed right
this instant! Don't forget that we're going to the Capital at nine tomorrow
morning to see your fathers office, or I guess I should say THIS morning!
Go to bed and no more noise! You scared your father and me half to death a
little while ago!"

"Sure Mom, sorry about the noise."

Quincy's mom glared at him and shut the door. Quincy looked over at Erik
who was still sitting next to him.

"She couldn't see you?"

"Nobody does, unless I want them to."

"Are...are you the ...ghost that the mover saw earlier?"

Erik became angry. "I'm NOT a ghost! I'm a kid just like you! I live in
this house!" Just then a couple of pieces of notebook paper violently blew
off of his desk behind them and floated to the floor.

"Ok, ok , I'm sorry. Don't get mad! We have to be quiet or I'll catch
hell!"

"Sure, sorry Quincy."

Quincy then reached over and felt Erik's arm and shoulder. "You feel real."

"Of course I do!" Grinned Erik.

"I guess I shouldn't be scared of you, right?"

"No, definatly not! I was actually kind of hoping we could be friends. I
haven't had a friend in quite a while."

Quincy smiled. "Allright, you got it Erik!" Quincy then held his fist out
for a fist bump.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, that's a fist bump. I hold out my fist and you tap it with your
fist. It's kinda like a handshake."

"Oh, OK." Erik then responded with a vigorous fist bump that stung a little
bit.

"Ouch! Wow, you got a little bit of a punch there, Erik!"

"Sorry, Quince. I guess I don't know my own strength sometimes!"

"Well. it was nice to meet you. I kinda have to go to bed now, I guess."

"Oh really? Oh well, I guess that's cool. I really liked meeting you
too. It's actually really cool that I met you."

Quincy got up and got into bed. "Hey Erik, you can sleep in the bed with me
if you want."

"I don't ever sleep, but thanks anyway. I'll just hang around the house
until you wake up, I guess."

"Cool."

Quincy climbed into bed and turned out the light. Erik got back up on the
desk and watched over Quincy.

"Wow, I don't think I can ever get back to sleep." Quincy said.

"Yes you can." Erik said. He then got off the desk, walked over to Quincy,
and put his hand on Quincy's forehead. Quincy immediately fell into a deep,
peaceful sleep. Erik climbed back up on the desk, sat indian style, and
watched over his new friend, making sure that no harm would come to him.



			     End of chapter 1


If you liked this story, please check out my others. "Two Boys: A Love
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