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Caleb kicked at his sheets, feeling the damp wet sweat against his skin and in his hair. It felt like a damned swamp in his room, like his bed had been thrown into a pond. Suddenly, he laughed, thinking about that one movie where the girls pushed the step mom or whatever into the lake on her air mattress. 

The humor of it did little to make him feel less like a swamp monster, though. He let out a low groan, battle waging in his head. Getting up meant being a real person and staying meant continuing to be a swamp monster. Neither particularly appealed to him. He was about to roll over, place his pillow over his head and accept his fate when he felt his phone buzz on the counter. 

Eyes half lidded, Caleb reached for his phone without looking, his hand grasping first at a very… very gross tissue before bumping into a bottle of lotion. Another low groan as he finally sat up and realized for the first time that the house was [i]eerily[/i] quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you realize the shit running in your house that you got used to was actually kinda fuckin’ loud. 

Caleb reached up to his neck and scratched, oil building up in his fingernails. [color=#808000]“Fuckin’ gross…”[/color] He groaned, as he reached over to grab his phone now that he was up and could look at it. He flicked it unlocked, and muscle memoried his way to his messages. 

[i][color=AFD47F]hey handsome. the power is dead and it’s getting way too hot in this trailer for clothes.[/color][/i]

Caleb cocked an eyebrow. [color=#808000]”No fuckin’ kiddin’ Jo.”[/color] He mumbled, stretching his toes. He winced as pain bloomed in his knee but kept reading.

[i][color=AFD47F]think u can play the knight in shining armor and rescue the little princess and myself? willow says huskers generator is going. come save me and i’ll make it worth your while later.[/color][/i]

Caleb raised a brow at the last sentence, his mind already getting plenty of ideas. Ideas that might require a cold shower. Luckily, that sounded like all he was gonna get anyhow. He took in a breath and let it out a sigh before stretching out his back and pushing himself off of his bed. His knee was stiff and he hobbled his way over to the absolutely tiny ass bathroom connected to his room. At least he didn’t have to share it. 

About an hour and a half later, along with a strong pain pill he’d swiped from his dad while no one was looking, Caleb loaded himself into his truck and drove over to Jo’s, all while her promise of making it worth his while later repeated in his mind. 

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