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[indent]Grasping her hand tightly, Spike Langley eagerly followed the enticing Aramintah, who he has tried and tasted on numerous occasions. Gradually, he opened his eyes to take a peak, only for her to shout, [color=9DCEC4]"No peaking!"[/color] Grumbling to himself, he squeezed his eyes closed, waiting not-so-patiently. 

What was taking so long? One moment they were going to get burgers, the next she decided to change plans and surprise him. This better be good or he was going to have some choice words with her. [color=228b22]"Okay fucking shit, Minty. Are we there yet?"[/color] 

[color=9DCEC4]"Calm your tits, yes. We're almost there."[/color] 

What felt like a millennium, where he was drifting in and out of sleep, he realized her hand was no longer in his. Hesitantly, he called out, [color=228b22]"...Minty?"[/color] 

[color=9DCEC4]"[i]Open your eyes.[/i]"[/color]

Flying his eyes open, the sudden brightness blinding him, night turned into day (weird), and there she was, standing in a bouncy house at the center of the Rosefell football stadium. She was wearing her emerald lingerie that he liked so much and it was crystal clear what she wanted. The bass boomed in his chest at the sight of her biting her bottom lip, while she gingerly slipped one strap off. 

[color=9DCEC4]"Well?"[/color] She beckoned him to come closer, running her dainty hand down her soft, petite body. At this point, the setting didn't matter to him. He ripped his shirt off and started running to her. As he struggled to take his pants off, someone dashed past him. Looking up from his zipper, his mouth dropped.

[color=228b22]"Lucas?"[/color] The fuck was he doing here? Speeding up his run, forgetting about the pants, he charged to Minty. There was no way in hell he'd get there before him. After only a second or two, there again was another boy, [color=228b22]"Back the fuck off Mason, she's mine!"[/color] And then at the same time, to his right, came flying in were his best friends Dee and Hunter, with their smug ass grins, both naked mind you (gross). [color=228b22]"You gotta' be shitting me."[/color] Feet kissing the land, he shoved Hunter out of his way, with full force, straight into Dee and bolted down the path to the bouncy house like an Olympic champion. 

Slipping in the bouncy house, he turned to zip it closed, seeing the zombie apocalypse of Minty's lovers chasing toward them, at full speed. Turning around, he growled— 

[color=228b22]"What the fuck, Minty!"[/color] With a sudden spasm, sweaty Spike found himself sitting up in his bed. He glaringly looked around him, only to realize it was just a dream. [color=228b22]"Thank fucking Christ."[/color] Frustrated, he searched for his phone. After picking it up from under his pillow, he wiped his eyes with his left hand and checked his notifications with the other. Speaking of the devil... looks like she called. 

After a moment of sluggish sleepiness, he saw the time, [color=228b22]"SHIT!"[/color] Hopping out of bed, he sped around the trailer, [color=228b22]"PAW-PAW WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP?!"[/color] Ripping off his boxers, he jumped in the shower for a five minute quick dip.

His grandfather poked his head in the small bathroom and laughed, [color=#556b2f]"You looked like you were having a good time."[/color]

[color=228b22]"Shut up, old man!"[/color] Spike aggressively scrubbed soap around his body.  

[color=#556b2f]"Hey, no shame, my dude. It's all [i]natural[/i]."[/color] Before Charlie Langley closed the door, he instructed, [color=#556b2f]"Packed you your weird eggo sandwich for breakfast. Don't forget it,"[/color] and teased,  [color=#556b2f]"If you need me, I'll be on the lawn reading one of those magazines you hide under your bed."[/color] Letting a quick chuckle escape his lips, he casually asked his grandson, [color=#556b2f]"Hey, Spike, you know they got porn on the internet, right?"[/color]  

[color=228b22]"Oh...my...god."[/color]

[color=#556b2f]"Just busting your balls, sport. I'll see ya later. Remember to pick up eggs on your way home."[/color] With that, Charlie had left Spike alone in the bathroom to go about his business. Instead of a magazine, Grandpa Langley grabbed his guitar and went outside to sit at the picnic bench by the bird feeder hanging from his big tree. Staring into the empty fire pit not too far away, he started strumming [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71qaX05-ArM]The Ballad of Curtis Loew[/url] by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Embracing the fresh air and the new day, enjoying the solitude of his retired life, Charlie let the sweet refrain of the acoustic guitar speak to his soul. He had no time to be sad. He had a boy to raise. For his son and daughter-in-law, he would raise Spike in the only way he knew how, relaxed and with tender love, understanding, and humor. 

Out of the steamy shower, Spike grabbed clothes from different areas of his messy bedroom and threw it on, [color=228b22]"Melissa is going to kill me if I'm not there to greet those trust-fund, Pac Sun-looking, Rolex watch-wearing, my-daddy-owns-a-yacht mother fuckers."[/color] Once he was fully clothed, he grabbed his backpack, making sure his drafting Strathmore Bristol 300 sketchpad was in it. He usually transfers all his pages on 11x17 paper at night. This sketchpad was portable size, which was great for him jotting ideas down at school. 

Afterwards Spike grabbed the brown bag and keys left on the kitchen counter by his Paw-Paw and rushed out, [color=228b22]"See ya, old man! Don't party too hard without me."[/color] His grandfather softly smiled, nodded, and continued to vibe with his guitar.  [/indent]

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[indent]Entering the school parking lot, with brown sugar milk tea for Minty and a bag of dollar store candy that the principal said he'd reimburse, Spike parked his grandfather's Dodge Charger close to the gym, so he could throw on the cheap mascot suit in the locker room. Searching for Minty, he was quick to notice instead a hot redhead staring up at the sky. He didn't recognize her, so she must be a Liberty girl. Rolling down his window, he honked his horn, [color=228b22]"Nice tits, Red! Welcome to Rosefell!"[/color] 

Melissa wasn't here yet. Surely he had time to kill before he had to put on the knight suit. Opening up the bag of lollipops, he grabbed a red heart one for the new girl and extended his arm out the car window, [color=228b22]"Can I offer you a nice lollipop in this trying time?"[/color] 
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