A/N: I can't apoligize enough for late update. Luckily, now, during summer break, I have more time to write :)
BTW, I know this chapter is very inmature with serious topics, but that's how it was in the episode, it's not my fault. So, lots of inmature stuff and sexual refferences. You are warned.
I spend rest of the day in front of my computer, online, studyng informations about Abraham Lincoln, especialy during his actions in Civil War. What am impressive man! So impressive that I needed to study over hundred pages about him. Drats. Why they don't give kids assaignment to make project about my dad or something? It could all be put up in ten sentences. But, to he honest, nobody forced me to help Brenda with her project. Luckily, I didn't lie about not having many schoolwork lately, so I really did have enough time to do that research. I also wrote lots of material about him, planning to bring it to Brenda's that day, so I didn't need to memorize it all.
I walked downstairs for dinner at seven pm. Then I walked back upstairs and continue my research till nine pm. I went to sleep at ten thirty pm. I fell asleep pretty quickly, despite how stressed out and tired I was. Usually, I would do something to relax myself before going to sleep, such as masturbation-OK, pretty much always that-but this time, I was too tired and drained out even for that.
Yes, I would watch pornography while doing so and I continued doing it after that special morning six months ago. And I didn't feel like I'm cheating on Brenda while doing so. We weren't even dating, after all. But still, I couldn't think about her while doing that. Not that she wasn't attractive enough-because hell yes she was, and she is-but because it felt wrong, like I'm disgracing her or something. I kinda felt it is too special to use her for same use I use some easy girl from internet whom I don't even know and I never will, girl about whom I only care because of their bodies. So, you could say I admired her, in some way. I didn't know what is that then, but she obviously meant much more to me than any other girl.
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I woke up at 7 am by sound of my alarm clock. I turned off and wrnt to use the toilet. While I was urinating, I felt some wierd little irritation, but I was too sleepy to think much about it. I tooked a shower, got dressed, and walked downstairs for breakfast. We had paincakes with maple syrup.
-I'm saying you, dad, I don't want to go play golf with me after school-Larry was tryng to proove his point.
-It isn't bad as it sounds-dad was lyng to Larry.-We'll have opportunity to get to know each other.
-I'm your son. I live here for last fifteen years.
-I wanted to say, we'll have opportunity to get to know each other better.
After breakfast, I brushed my teeth, puted on my sneakers, put books, notebooks and writing kit in my backpack and headed to school.
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After school, I quickly wrote my homework and walked to Brenda's house. I told my parents I am going to Seth's place. I was standing there for more than half an hour, waiting for her death to leave the house. After he did, I waited for few more minutes and rung the doorbell. She opened and smiled when she saw me.
-Hi, Mike!-she said.-I just planned to call you! Come in!
So I did.
She lead me in kitchen. Laptop and bunch of papers were on kitchen table. We both sat at the kitchen table. I puted my papers on the table too.
-OK-I said.-I think we should start with this...
Next two hours we were going through informations about Abraham Lincoln, especially during Civil War time. Finally, we manged to get most of the project done.
-Thank you-she said.-You have no idea how much this means to me! Most of the guys my age aren't so... generous-she smiled, on surprisingly... shy way.
-Uhm... Thank you-I gigled.-Just don't tell Hillary anything. I mean, she asked me to help her with her project after I already agreed to help you, and I refused because I really don't have so much free time, and she is helping me with my Math homework so...
-Don't worry-she smiled.-I undrerstand.
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I almost gave up on talking with my dad about that, but I really had no other choice. Bedroom doors were opened. I slowly walked towards them and peeked in. My dad was lyng in bed in livimg room, alone (luckily!), reading a magazine, wearing white shirt and black pants. TV was turned on. I walked in, tryng to think what to say.
-Hi-I said, awkwardly.-Uh... dad, can I show you something?
-Sure-he said and left magazine on the bed.
-OK-I said and started unziping my zipper.
-Wow, wow, wow!-he said, catching my attention, so I stopped.-What are you doing?
How on Earth should I explain that.
-I think it's something wrong with it.
-Don't worry. You're thirteen. It's still growing-he said and grabbed magazine again.
-No, it's not that.
He stopped reading again and turned off the TV. He stood up and walked closer to me.
-Allright... let's, uhm, take a look.
I quickly finished unzipping my pants and tried to avoid making eye contact. Of course, it didn't took long for my dad to spot the problem.
-Mike, have you been... uhm... you know?
-Yes-I said, smiling awkwardly again. Probably stress reaction or something.
-Like a lot?
-Do you mean like... chronic?
-No!-he quickly denied that, then glared at me.-Are you? Chronic?
Am I?
-Yeah.
-Son... what are you... uhm... using when you do it?
-Magazines, but mostly my imagination.
-No, no, no. What are you using to... make things go safetly?
-I don't know.
-OK, Michael. I don't think you're doing it right.
-Really? Because, to me, it seemed it is going pretty well.
Wait, why on Earth did I say that? To break the tension? I definitely suck at it.
-OK, Mike-he said, walking towards me, forcing me to make my way towards the door. -I'll get you something to help with that irritation. Just don't do it for a week.
I was already in hallway, near the doors, when I heard that. I felt like I just hit the brick wall.
-For a week?!-I repeated in desperate attempt to get the better answer.
-Don't worry, you won't forget it. It's like riding a bike.
I walked back in my room, expecting that things can't get any worse. I was wrong.
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So, next day I found out mom and dad are organizing the barbecue in our yard in order to meet Hillary's boyfriend's parents; I accidently heard her bitching about that with Brenda over the phone. Later, my dad informed me about that on pretty non-subtable way, and he also informed me I need to help with organization of that party. (Luckily, he also gave me some cream to help me with my problem.)
-I can't believe they're doing this to me!-Hillary said while we were carryng some minor food supplies outside.-This is the worst day of my life!
-This is the worst week of my life-I couldn't resist to comment. Luckily, she had no interest to ask me further questions about my claim.
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I can't explain the matter further. I never saw anything like that before. In two hours, my dad got into a fight with Hillary's boyfriend's dad, party turned in fiasco, then they somehow made up, then Hillary broke up with her boyfriend for some completely other reason. That can only happen in my family.
Later, when I came back in my room, I decide to try to "light up" my day by "applying" that... supstance my dad gave me. I was wrong.
Of course, I felt nothing at first, but after few minutes, I felt terrible burning and irritation. I tried to control myself, but I screamed. Loud. Very loud. I heard my parents running towards front doors of my room.
-Mike, honey, are you OK?-my mom asked.
-My penis is on fire!-I blabbed out before I could came up with lie.
-What?-my mom asked in shock.
Oh, what the hell. Everything is open up now.
-That "hot and sticky" thing you gave me!-I said, talkimg to my dad, of course.-It's burning me!
-You'll be OK, honey. Just put some water on your...self.
Then they left, probably questioning their parenting techniques. I followed mom's advice and it was better, although I also splattered water all over my jeans in a hurry.
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Next day, I was walking back from school when Brenda approached me.
-Hi, Mike-she smiled.
-Uh, hi-I said.
-You know... I got A from my project-she said.
My heart skipped the beep.
-Well... glad to hear that-I said.
-I just wanted to thank you.
-No need to. I was glad to help...
She leaned towards me and pressed soft kiss on my right cheek.
I felt shivers going down my skin. Then she smiled, again on that surrisingly shy way, and walked away.
Maybe everything is not so bad after all?