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Some secrets can never stay concealed. Theo has already taken a big risk with his Bull. Now he and a fellow guest at camp are lured away from their respective fathers for a new thrill. But this one will have long-lasting consequences. Theo’s relationship with his Dad is about to change forever.
This is a 5,300 word short story and part 9 of a 12-part series.
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Excerpt
People were also becoming less inhibited. Quite a few had shed their shirts. Nobody was dancing around naked while trying to juggle beer cans—not yet, anyway—but we were definitely seeing a lot more skin.
At one point, one guy was bouncing up and down in the lap of a dad over on one of the picnic tables!
“Hey, look!” Johan had leaned into me while I was staring. He had beer breath and his words were a little slurred, but he sounded excited. “Check out Rick over there.”
I turned to where Johan was pointing. Rick was easing away from the party. It looked like he was trying to be discreet too. If so, then he was doing a poor job of it. The only reason no one else had noticed was because they were enjoying the party—and had too much to drink.
“Huh,” I said thoughtfully. “I wonder where he’s slipping off to.”
Johan gave me a salacious look. “Wanna go find out real quick?” he asked.
I considered the idea. Dad was still chatting with the other fathers. For the last few minutes, he’d been engrossed in something Nathan’s dad was telling him. Nathan was still locked inside of his Dad’s embrace, trapped underneath the arm stretched across his shoulders.
Johan’s dad was nowhere in sight. “I guess so,” I decided, downing the rest of my beer. Just for fun, I crushed the can against my forehead, making sure to squeeze the can slightly with my fingertips before impact. “Let’s wander!”
Neither Johan nor I tried to be discreet. We were both feeling tipsy, hence the desire to follow one of our friends into the woods. Any attempts at being sneaky on our part would have resulted in the both of us getting tangled in each other’s legs.
We were, however, alert enough not to follow Rick too closely. Johan and I kept quite a few paces back, opting to follow Rick’s winding shadow as it slipped out of Bunny Burrow and past the tree line via one of the hiking trails. Rick led us further and further away from the camp. Nightfall had long since come and the forest was alive with the sounds of wild animals.
I would have been more afraid, but they didn’t call alcohol “liquid courage” for nothing. The beer was telling my brain that this was still a good idea. I thought we were being cool and stealthy. Chances were, though, that we were making a racket along the trail.
Either Rick was too drunk to notice or he was too intent on getting where he was going. The possibility of the latter had me feeling even more intrigued. The deeper into the woods we went, the more I wanted to know.
“Hold up,” I whispered—at least, I hope I was whispering. “Look, he’s turning off the trail.”
“I see,” Johan replied.
Rick had stopped, almost like he had seen something. I caught a glimpse of a second figure stepping out from the trees. They never quite moved onto the pathway. It was dark and far enough away that I couldn’t see who it was.
“Holy shit,” Johan gasped.
“Rick snuck away for a hookup!” I gasped.
Together, Johan and I dissolved into a giggle fit like a couple of schoolgirls. We stood there in the middle of the trail, lit by the half-full moon, holding each other up. For some reason, this was the funniest thing in the world.
“C’mon,” I hissed, giving Johan a poke. “Let’s go see who he’s with.”