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Ghosts Of The Attic - Chapter 4Before they could notice, it had already gotten dark.Ghosts Of The Attic - Chapter 4 by Idunno09
After eating, none of them really knew what was next or how to begin at all. Another problem was that both guys were alike in personality; shy, quiet and serious. Both usually listened when with someone else, or waited for the other person to begin the conversation as they both felt they had nothing to say. Putting two silent listeners, what could they listen to? Mikey had intended to wash the dishes, but Bob stopped and him and told him it was alright, that he could leave it alone. Mikey insisted a bit, but ended up agreeing and following Bob to the living room. The blond one somewhat felt like Mikey had hesitated when getting deeper in that area, like the couches scared him. Bob really wondered if something was wrong with him, and looked around discretely for any spiders or something, but he found nothing out of the usual.
In the end Mikey ended up following him to sit, but he rushed to win the one to the left. Bob did not mind, a
Ghosts Of The Attic - Chapter 3Charlie had molested him.Ghosts Of The Attic - Chapter 3 by Idunno09
It kept bugging Bob at night; Charlie had molested Mikey. Of course it was not at all the guy’s fault; he was drunk and high. But it was his fault to get drunk and high, right? So it was somehow his fault to harass Mikey like that and force him to things in the dark hallway. Bob kept rolling on his bed, not knowing at all what to think about it. Molesting someone was already bad enough, but doing it in school while being a teenager yourself was just sick. It was such delicate subject, even when it did not get too far for Mikey to get even worse. Heck, the guy passed out and went all ill only because Charlie had forced him to make-out and had surely started to unzip his pants, Bob could not wonder how bad Mikey would have gotten to something…much more personal. He would have never been the same again, Bob guessed. It bugged him to know how close he was to such crime, to such awful, delicate situation occurring, and the way he just shrugged it off a