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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES
The last chapter:
First day of school and so much going on in Mount Pleasant, dirty cops Miles and Lopez still at large, Paul Sardington who was a straight boy, now found himself having some sort of 'desires' toward Matt, Josh and Shawn had their houses broken in...
Paul invited Matt to his house and then things happened...
PART 16 - ASK YOUR BOYFRIEND
Paul Sardington woke up to the first day of school with some strange new feelings. Actually, he'd been having those feelings for quite a few days now and he spent most of school time talking to Matt, they went together to his house afterwards... Matt would not turn down a boy's invitation, now would he?
At the house they kissed and more interesting action took place, with Paul sucking Matt's cock and Matt reciprocating. That was all too good but Matt decided Paul should experience more...
"Turn yourself around."
"What? I'm, uh... I'm not sure I wanna..."
"Relax, Paul. Just trust me. I ain't gonna fuck you just like that."
"Uh, ok..."
"I mean, if you want, I'm totally in. But I'm gonna do something that I'm pretty sure you never tried."
"What is it?"
"You're gonna feel it."
Matt turned Paul around and smiled at his butt. That was not a big butt, but, that was a cute one for sure. Matt initiated his action by kissing Paul's neck, which gave him the chills racing all over his body. Paul never actually felt that! He was good looking but shy, up until this day, he always found hard connecting with a girl, and it led him to be where he is now with Matt. His unexpected feelings may have warned him that connecting with a girl was hard because he might be trying to connect with the wrong sex.
He did have one sex encounter with a girl but it was not something he felt immense pleasure doing, nor was that something that included extended foreplay with kisses everywhere, like Matt was doing to him, which provided him pleasure he'd never felt before. Paul definitely crossed the line that no straight boy should cross if he is really straight, he let himself get carried away, and Matt kissing him, presented a point of no return. He would never again be the same straight boy. Ever.
The kissing progressed all way down through Paul's back and Matt reached the butt cheeks. Small cheeks, not big enough to make a distinguished volume in his jeans, but hey, not everyone is the same, you got to appreciate diversity! Matt certainly did and kissed those cheeks and caressing them gently while Paul's brain up there, failed in understanding why he was enjoying so much having his butt kissed. When Matt moved to the next step, pulling the cheeks apart and allowing his tongue to touch his ass crack... Whoa! Paul's brain gave up trying to make reason out of it and just climbed aboard on this trip to the unknown waves of pleasure that took over him.
Oh my god! Never knew my ass hole would be this sensible source of pleasure! That's Paul understanding for the first time what is to have his ass rimmed, and rimmed good! Matt's tongue felt like... Felt like... Felt like something that English dictionaries did not have a word for, that was amazing...
"Oh, Matt... Don't stop, please..."
This was followed by moans and body spasms, Paul just grabbed `ahold' on his mattress, lifted his butt a little instinctively, allowing Matt to tongue him deeper. Talk about a tight ass. And Paul really smelled good. In all fairness, a boy will never know what to expect when he goes for another boy's ass, but Matt was lucky and this boy did not feel like he'd been in school a whole day... Matt reached underneath Paul due to his butt lifting and held the hard cock. He's totally into it, he thought. The licking of that virgin boy hole lasted long, part because Matt was loving it and part because Paul himself asked him not to stop. Paul's cock was dripping pre cum leaving a wet spot on his bed...
Matt stopped his ass rimming and came up to kiss Paul, who turned himself back and intertwined his legs with Matt's and wrapped his arms around this wonderful boy. The kiss, oh my, the kiss was intense, it was like Paul wanted to say something with the level of passion and intensity he kissed Matt. He was still under the influence of his ass being tongued, clearly, and he literally left Matt breathless. When they finally broke to get some air, Paul mumbled some words.
"Oh, Matt... Uh... That was... Amazing."
"You're wonderful, Paul."
"My god! I thought I would cum with you doing that to me..."
"For the record, I loved doing that to you."
"You want me to do it too?"
"Do you want?"
"I guess... Dunno if I'm gonna be as good as you, but... Hell that was crazy!"
Words were not really necessary, they were not in reality dimension, they were... Ok, can't say for a fact where they were taken by this thing that was going on between them, but they were sure far away. Matt placed himself on his fours, and Paul for the first time had a real glimpse of a boy's ass, his cock was super hard and he began kissing the butt cheeks while stroke Matt's cock gently. He had no idea if he was doing it right, all he knew is that he was loving doing that, as much as he loving it when Matt did. He never thought trying to insert his tongue in an ass could be so delightful! He knew for sure there were many things in life he had yet to discover. For now, he was happy he could see through this thing that had been consuming him since the day he saw Josh fucking Matt in that parking lot. When Zack sucked his cock, it was just the tip of the iceberg. What else was hidden under the water? Paul felt like this encounter with Matt meant he just viewed inches below the water surface and he wanted to explore that ocean until he reached the very bottom of it...
Ms. Blat was coming back from the grocery store when she noticed the Davenport's front door partially opened. That was weird. She got closer and called but to no answer. She pushed the door a little and she was scared when she saw the mess in the living room. The old lady called 911 immediately and told them her neighbors house had been invaded. That couldn't be happening in the neighborhood, Ruby Street was in a very calm area, robberies were not common. She walked back to her house to leave her groceries and when she was near to the Hunters residence she saw the same thing, the door with its lock busted and partially opened. "Holy Crap!" She allowed herself to curse, which was very rare and raced across the street wondering if her house too had been broken in. No, apparently everything was fine. Still, that was unacceptable! She reached under the telephone table for her loaded .38 Smith and Wesson, one of the five guns she had hidden around the house and went out checking on the other houses and alerting the neighbors.
The police arrived rather quickly after and Mr. Davenport was told about what happened as well as Mr. Hunter. A police officer from the Mount Pleasant PD also alerted his journalist friend at the Channel 6. Two houses robbed in the same street was worth becoming news.
Josh and Shawn were leaving the office where they talked with Richard Desbordes when they over heard some talking about the incident in a Ruby Street.
"Ruby Street?" Josh asked a producer.
"Yes, apparently two houses were invaded in that street."
"Dammit, that's the street where I live!"
Richard, Shawn and Josh had the same thought.
"The cops!"
Richard asked the producer if he could handle that story.
"Why?"
"It may have something to do with the Monteiro story."
"By all means, go... Oh, Richard, wait. Take this."
"Why?"
"It's our emergency electric shaver... If you're gonna be on screen, you have to be clean shaven. Channel 6 policy."
"Ok, I'll shave on the way."
"The crew car is waiting."
Josh and Shawn followed the Channel 6 car and though none of them dared to say it, they were both thinking the same thing: the money is gone! The jewelry is also gone!
When they turned into Wisteria Lane. Today it was allowed to be called that way. The scene they saw was certainly something you would expect to see in a TV show. The street was packed! Neighbors were out of their houses, talking and wondering how did that happen in their street. Several police cars were around and Josh had trouble trying to reach his driveway. Mr. Davenport drove in quickly after and Mrs. Davenport came in about ten minutes later. Mr. Hunter was the last to arrive.
Everyone on the street was surprised when three `Suburbans' parked on the street and people walked out of the cars with three big yellow letters stamped in their backs. FBI. Really? FBI handling that? Must me something big. And yes, it was! Richard phoned Agent Carlson while on the way and told him he suspected Miles and Lopez were involved. By the time the FBI arrived, it had been already reported that a stolen truck was found nearby, said truck had been reported stolen in Gresham. Connecting the dots did not require much, Monteiro was arrested in Gresham, the cops had been there when Monteiro escaped, so probably they were hidden in Gresham too. The site had been officially declared FBI jurisdiction.
Mr. and Mrs. Davenport didn't understand why the FBI was there nor why they were securing the premises, not allowing the owners to walk in, to check the situation by themselves. Mr. Hunter was on the same page, he too, was on his front lawn, still not allowed in.
When the dust settled, curious eyes and ears had already been fed with the gossip and most of them disappeared, then the victims were allowed in to talk with the agents.
It was pretty much standard police talking because the Davenports and the Hunters did not report anything missing from their houses. Agent Carlson spoke the words that ignited family crisis right after that. "They were after the money." He was just explaining to the Davenports and Hunters why their houses were broken in, assuming they knew their kids had told them everything. Which teenager tells their parents everything? About whatever?
"I'm sorry, sir. What money are you talking about?" Mrs. Davenport, an island of peace in the middle of the mess.
"The money your son Josh and his friend Shawn recovered." Agent O'Neal totally clueless about the parents lack of information on how little (nothing) the parents were aware of their kids summer activities.
Mr. Hunter knew his son and he had much more to lose with the FBI going through their house. He was too deeply scared to be able to pronounce anything at this time. His mind raced thoughts and actually pictured son and father hitting the road again, moving to some place else, but how? All their money was tied up in the house?
The FBI agents explained the whole thing to the concerned parents. Part of the story was already known from the Newspaper and the morning local news on TV that basically ran the same facts of the Georgetown County Gazette from Sunday. What was really unexpected was Josh and Shawn being involved.
Both fathers, Davenport and Hunter, looked at their sons with eyes that meant trouble.
Agent O'Neal was a father too and he tried to put a positive glowing on things.
"Mr. Davenport, Mr. Hunter. You should be aware that your sons are heroes. Their action, taking the money away, was what made possible for us to arrest this gangster Monteiro. I suggest you not to be so hard on them. What they did was in fact wrong but, by all means, they helped the community to get rid of a bigger problem."
Josh mumbled something to Shawn while the parents were listening to O'Neal.
The agent then directed his questioning to Josh and Shawn.
"Was the money taken, Josh?"
"Mr. O'Neal, if they found money in this house, they certainly took it away, they did break in and entered, right?"
Josh was playing smart.
"Shawn. Did the suspects take the money from your house?"
"Well, agent O'Neal, if they happened to find money in my house, I believe it was taken away for good."
Agent O'Neal felt the kids were playing with him.
"Kids, you gotta be honest with me."
"We are being honest, agent. I answered your question and Shawn did the same."
Clearly O'Neal would not go anywhere with this questioning so he just dropped it.
Agent Carlson called Richard Desbordes in private to a word.
"Richard! See you got yourself a new job!"
"Oh, Carlson, like you didn't know. Your friends at the Georgetown County PD were so pissed and thought I am in some way responsible for Lopez and Miles hitting the road, that they made sure I won't get anymore information there."
"I didn't know that."
"Right. Let's say I'm buying that."
"No, man, it's true. Actually I'm gonna speak to the Chief, to make sure you get a fair treatment."
"Huh."
"Richard, I'd like to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"If you can, I'd like you to not mention that who's dealing with this mess here is the FBI."
"That's a no can do, Carlson."
"Man! I already told you I'm gonna speak to the GCPD."
Richard laughed.
"It's not that, Carlson. Here's not Georgetown County. I don't own the story here. Over there is the Mount Pleasant Inquirer, WCIV-TV... Like I just said, that's a no can do... But tell me, why don't you want people to know the FBI is onto it?"
"Don't know... I'm not sure what Lopez and Miles got here. I suppose they got the whole thing. But if not, it'd be better if they didn't know were aware."
"Cat's out of the bag."
"Whatever. It was worth a shot."
"Sure."
Richard approached Mr. Hunter and Shawn to get a statement from them to the 10 o'clock news.
"I'm sorry. We're not talking to reporters. And I do not allow my image or my son's to be broadcast on TV."
"Yes, Mr. Desbordes, could you please not divulge our image?" Shawn was backing up his father, because he already knew the journalist and he thought Richard could respect their request.
"Ok, what about a written statement to the Georgetown County Gazette?"
Mr. Hunter wanted nothing to do with the press but Shawn told him there were no problems, as long there were no photos.
Getting Dr. Davenport to an interview was much easier, and the Channel 6 and WCIV-TV asked as many questions as they wanted. The doctor did not want his son image on TV. Richard wanted to know why.
"Because he is involved too deep in this. For his safety I prefer not to have his image linked to this gangster."
The night had settled in when the FBI took off. Jordan had been brought home along with Aaron by Mrs. Marshall. The Hunters headed for their place and, finally, Dr. Davenport was able to have the talk with his son. The mom took Jordan upstairs to help her make the rooms "sleepable" for the night. The following day would demand great effort to organize things.
Dr. Davenport looked at his son, who knew he was in serious trouble and because of that had his eyes already watery. Josh has gone through life until this point as the role model son. He was not used to being scolded.
The father did not want to hear the details, the reasons, he simply let his son know that he was deeply disappointed in him. The doctor didn't clear stated for how long Josh would remain grounded. The only thing he said was: "until further notice". When Josh wanted to know more about it, the answer was evasive.
"You will drive to your school then back home. Nowhere else."
Josh was reading the book he borrowed from Shawn, The Last Juror, and he was now in a 'lawyerish' mood. Dad said school and home, that was clear, but he said nothing about not walking out of the house after driving to it when school was over, that was one way to understand it. Another thing daddy didn't approach was: Josh could still have his friends over for he was not said he couldn't. Sometimes a book helps so much.
Humans, as a general rule, tend to assume things not always taking the necessary time to verify the accuracy of the facts. For instance, the FBI agents just 'assumed' Lopez and Miles after breaking into the houses, had access to the money and took it away. Simple assumption. Josh and Shawn were asked about it, and given their parents anger, they chose not to volunteer information about the exact location where the money had been hidden.
Josh got up to his room after being told off by his father and locked up the door behind him. The room was a mess. The boy thought it would take days to get everything into place. The wooden panels were not removed, they were at the exact same place. Maybe they didn't take it. The screw driver was somewhere in the room and Josh found it after 10 minutes trying to find it. He removed the panel. Fuck!
Shawn was trying to get through his own room's mess when his phone rang.
"It's here!"
"What are you talking about, Josh?"
"The money, the jewelry! Everything is here! They couldn't find it!"
"Whoa! I thought they had just taken it."
"No! They couldn't find it..."
"What are we gonna do?"
"I have an idea, but I have to consult with you."
"Josh. This thing is getting too big and too dangerous. I trust you to do the right thing. You have my support on whatever decision you make."
"Ok. Thank you then. For now, I'm gonna put this panel back and leave it where it is."
"Fine by me."
Shawn was still on the phone with Josh when he heard heavy knocks on his door.
"Josh, listen, I gotta go. My dad is knocking on the door here. Seems I won't be able to avoid the talk with him."
"Are you gonna be ok?"
"I guess. I'll let you know if I survive it."
Shawn shut down the phone, took a deep breath and walked to the door.
"So, how long do you plan on avoiding me?"
"I'm not avoiding you dad."
"Dammit, Shawn! How could you? How many times did I tell you we had to keep a low profile here. Not get ourselves in any sort of problem. Are you stupid? Have you forgotten every thing?"
Too many questions, all at once. Shawn was not in the mood for that and certainly not for the accusatory tone of his father. He stood up for himself.
"First thing. Do not call me Shawn. You know better than that."
"Your name is Shawn. Don't you remember?"
"Who says so? That is not my name. That's just a fictional character you came up with."
"Don't you dare to bring that up now."
"Why not? Taking that money was my idea for us to have a safety net. But hey, you didn't even bother to asking me, right? The only thing you're doing now is just throw what happened back at home on me... How great is that? I'm trapped in here..."
The father couldn't take this kind of talking from his son.
"And whose fault is that? Do you think I wanted to be here?"
That one hit Shawn right on the spot. Right on his open wound.
"Are you done?"
"Why?"
"Because if you are, I am outta here!"
"Where are you going?"
"It doesn't matter to you, you're here because of me. Right? I'm just leaving the house for tonight."
"Where are you gonna sleep?"
"I don't care. I can sleep on the street for all I care. I just don't want to be here with you right now."
"Ok. Go then. But the way you're acting, I'm not surprised if you are taken into custody and wake in a cell back in Mississippi."
"Don't worry daddy. If that happens, I won't ask for your help."
Shawn walked downstairs and left the house, slamming the door behind him and went wandering off with no defined place to go. He thought about his year... He made wrong choices, that was true, but he should not be held responsible. He just acted according to the events. He did what he had to. The father didn't have the right to say anything. He himself snapped once and Shawn and the mother paid the price of having the dad in prison. How could he have forgotten that?
As the story made the 10pm News some of Josh's friends saw it and Ayrton was the first to call, he was horrified that such horrible thing happened in his house, he saw Dr. Davenport and offered to help get the house together. Josh asked him about his father and the first day of the home care provided by the hospital.
"Oh it was wonderful, Josh, the doctors came here..."
"Doctors?"
"Yes, a neurologist, a physician and the physical therapist. They talked to me and searched through the files once more... Amazing. I still don't have words to thank you and your dad."
"No worries there, Ayrton. What I did was nothing..."
"It was everything, Josh, it meant the whole world to me. The physical therapist is gonna come twice a week and the neurologist once every week."
Philip also called. He didn't see the News, his mom did and asked him to call on her behalf. Same story, feel sorry for what happened, we're available to help with whatever you guys need.
Matt was on his bed, thinking about what happened between him and Paul but his phone rang and brought him back to earth. It was Shawn on the phone.
"Hello Shawn, wassup?"
"Hi, Matt. Listen. This may sound a bit odd, uh, but... Ah, can I stay in your place tonight?"
"Oh, uh, why?"
"I had a fight with my father and I stormed out of the house."
"Sure, Shawn you can stay here. Where are you?"
"Actually, I'm near your house. Five minutes and I'll be at your door."
"Ok... Do this, go around the house, I'll open the back door for you."
"All right."
"Man, I watched on TV... Your house and Josh's were robbed. I saw Dr. Davenport..."
"Oh, yes, Matt... The whole thing is just... A mess, you know?"
"Is that why you had a fight with your dad?"
"No... It's some other thing. But if you don't mind, I'd rather not discuss this. I just wanted a place to stay tonight."
"It's ok man... Let's come up to my room."
"Listen, Shawn, I couldn't get the air mattress because my parents would hear the noise of that machine, you know, I don't know how exactly I'd explain to them you here..."
"Ok, I can sleep on the floor..."
"Of course not. My bed is big enough for the both of us."
"Do you, uh, think it's a good idea?"
"I see no problem. It's not like you and I have never shared a bed with another boy... I mean."
"That's not what I meant, Matt. What I'm trying to say is... Us, being this close a whole night... It could..."
"Oh, man, don't worry about that. Whatever happens here is... Normal, I suppose. Wait! Do you want anything to happen?"
"Man, let's just get to bed?"
"Ok, if you need to relax, you know?"
"Shut up, you horny thing."
They shared the pillow and were face to face under the small table lamp.
"What did they take from your house?"
"Apparently nothing."
"Really? And from Josh's?"
"The same. Nada."
"Weird. The TV said the FBI was investigating."
"Yes, they are."
"Weird too. Never heard the FBI would investigate a breaking and entering, especially if nothing was taken."
"It's actually more complicated than that. But I really can't tell you much."
"Ooh, looks like one of those Madam Secretary episodes, you have information but you're not in liberty to say."
Shawn giggled.
"That's one way to see it."
"Is Josh involved too?"
"Yes, he is... Wait, I thought you were mad at Josh. Now you're all interested in him."
"I'm still mad. But somehow I still care about him. But let's not talk about him. You're here with me and this is way more interesting."
"Is it?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because... Now we can talk more, uh, closely..."
Matt touched Shawn's chest and Shawn responded touching Matt's face. They both smiled and Matt took it as a green light for him to slide his hand down. Shawn just closed his eyes and let his head fall back when the boy touched his pride, still protected under his briefs. If you're going to do it, you better do it right and Matt took the cock out to feel it for real. He started stroking it and Shawn pulled him closer to kiss. So much for sleeping over. He should do it more often. Shawn had feelings for Josh, in spite of Matt also having feelings for Josh. The thing is, until no serious declarations of such feelings were made, it was all fair game. Any of them could date whomever they wanted and Matt had already made it clear that he had the hots for Shawn that night in the park.
"Do you think we..."
"Shut up, Shawn. We can talk at school or wherever... Here we're gonna do other stuff."
And just like that, Matt kissed him. They embraced and their cocks couldn't be neglected anymore, they were hard, they were both in for the game. Shawn grabbed on Matt's butt real firm and squeezed it, making Matt moan for him only to hear, almost like a whisper in his ear. Shawn felt like the stronger he held on to Matt the kissing would be more and more intense, Matt slid his hand in between their bodies and started stroking Shawn's meat.
"Oh, fuck me Shawn... I wanna feel you inside of me, for good."
Matt turned around and lubed his craving hole, Shawn closed in on him and they cuddled, with the hard cock pressing against that tight ass. The pressure and the hotness of the moment made it even more delightful when Shawn managed to place his shaft in the very right place and felt the inside of Matt, hot as he was and way better than he pictured in his mind.
The pace they both felt comfortable with was not fast, nor a pounding... That was nice but deep, Shawn would let Matt have it all inside of him. It didn't last long either, not over ten minutes and Shawn was already willing to let his buddy have it, cream up the inside of his ass.
Shawn jizzed Matt and let his cock remain inside a little more, while Matt turned himself a little so they could kiss, they kissed until the swollen thing slid itself out and then they fell asleep in that very position, cuddling. Ever so good.
Josh woke up with some noises in his room. He got up startled when he saw the outline of a person near his bed.
"Da hell, Jordan! You scared the hell outta me..."
"Sorry Josh..."
"What's wrong?"
Jordan wouldn't say anything, he just stood by the bed.
"Say it, dude!"
"Ok, ok... I'm scared."
"Scared?"
"Yeah, I was sleeping and I thought I heard something... I don't know... I just ran up here. Can I stay here till morning."
"I guess."
"Please don't tell anyone."
"Tell what?"
"That I got scared and had to go look for my big brother..."
"Oh, man, relax... Given what happened, it's normal to get a little off. And plus, I AM your brother, no matter what. If you need anything, you have to come to me. Now climb up here."
They hadn't shared the bed since Jordan was much younger and would run to his brother whenever he had a bad dream or thought there was 'something' outside his window. Back then the bed had much room for both of them. Now, well, a 14 year old and a 16 will not fit in a single bed without getting very close. Before Josh fell asleep he felt his brother touch his dick quite a few times and he obviously got hard but he chose to pretend nothing was happening. Couldn't deal with that now, could he? All he knew is that when he woke up early in the morning, the situation was way awkward, he was in a cuddling position with Jordan and his morning wood was poking in his brother's smooth ass, hidden in his white briefs. Jordan does have a nice ass...
Next morning Josh waited Shawn in the driveway, but he didn't show up. Josh waited 10 minutes before calling him.
"Aren't you going to school today, Shawn?
"Oh, Josh, I'm sorry... I couldn't sleep much this morning so I decided to walk the way... Forgot to tell you."
"Don't worry about it. See you in school."
As Shawn put his phone back in his pocket, Matt walking by his side looked at him with a devilish look.
"Didn't you tell him you slept with me, huh?"
"I guess, there's no need, right?"
"If you say so..."
"Don't you think?"
"I'm just kidding, Shawn. Of course you shouldn't tell him."
At school, Matt and Shawn did not stay close. The same thing as the day before took place. Paul and Matt together most of the time. Matt liked this new thing with Paul. He did sleep with Shawn, but that just happened. He was much interested in seeing where this Paul thing was going...
After the first period, the principal came to see Josh. She said she was sorry for what happened and that he was excused if he wanted to go back to his home, help his family in the house. He thanked her and let Philip and Shawn know that. Shawn did not want back in his house just yet, so Josh went to the parking lot alone. He did not drive straight home, he stopped in the bakery to buy some nice things, bagels, croissants, stuff like that. The van parked seconds later.
The smell of fresh coffee there made Josh choose to treat himself to a nice latte and a french toast. He sat at a table and soon a man asked if he could join him.
"No problem, sir."
The man wore a Carolina Panthers cap and sunglasses. Josh ignored him while ate his toast. The Panthers guy also seemed to ignore him.
"How's your house after yesterday, Josh?"
Josh froze when the man said his name and mentioned his house. Josh stood up and was ready to leave the place running.
"Sit down, Josh."
Josh sat.
"Gotta message to you."
"From who?"
"Shut up and listen. What I was sent to tell you is this: You will bring the money to Henessey park. Tonight."
"Don't know what you're talking about, sir."
"Oh, you do. Don't play games with me."
"Seriously, don't."
"Listen to me you faggot, you will bring the money, 11pm, alone. Or you're not gonna like what's gonna happen."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your boyfriend knows. We know. We know all about Gulfport."
"Sir, I think you have the wrong person. I'm sorry but I'm leaving."
"You're not going anywhere. You will listen to be if you don't want your boyfriend to get the needle."
Josh didn't say a word but he kept looking at the man.
"Yes, that's right. You return the money, nothing happens. You get greedy, your boyfriend will gets death penalty, how bout that?"
Josh tried to mumble a word but the man stopped him.
"Don't bother saying you don't know what it's about. Ask him. And you might wanna call him Andrew."
The man got up and walked out of the bakery, leaving Josh with this bomb on his hands.
------ End of chapter 16. Thoughts? I'm here: boy-driver@hotmail.com