Cam followed Twitch to the supply shed. As Twitch opened the shed door, Cam stared at the labyrinth of junk. Inside were a two-passenger rowboat, three oars, two ratty life-jackets, two metal detectors, a crabbing net, a skimmer net for a pool, and a torn canvas sack. These item alone weren't as eye-catching as the entanglement of ropes that stretched from floor to ceiling. Hanging precariously on the ropes were dozens of rusted metal buckets filled with nails, screws, hammers, screwdrivers, wires, and things Cam had never seen before. Twitch crawled and twisted his way past the maze of ropes and pails to the boat, where he began to place the needed supplies; in went the all three oars, both life-jackets, the two metal detectors, both the crabbing net and the skimmer net, and the sack.

"H-help me g-get th-the boat o-out."

"How in fucking hell do you expect me to do that?"

"I'll p-push the boat, y-you just push the r-ropes outta the w-way." Cam sighed but did as she was instructed. After much ado, the little boat was outside.

"N-now we go t-to th-the l-lake." Cam nodded and lifted the front of the boat. Twitch lifted his end and the two walked toward the muddy water.

Why did I have to kiss him?... now things are gonna be weird... he was so nice... and he's strong... his end of the boat isn't even wobbling... he was such a good kisser... but he's gay... it would never work out between us... but he kissed me too... but he pulled away... he's gay... he's in a relationship... with another guy... but none of the guys here know... he wanted to kiss me... and his boyfriend isn't here... and he didn't stutter last night after... I kissed him and ruined everything... but I'm the only one here that he has told... just friends sucks... screw this... Cam's mind was a hurricane of thought as the pending silence fell between Twitch and herself.

Together they lowered the boat into the water and settled themselves inside. Twitch had rowed out to the middle of the lake before the silence was lifted.

"Ta-Tats... I don't want th-things to be... odd... other than my b-boyfriend, you're the first per-person I've told... my fa-family doesn't even kn-know."

"Your secret is safe with me and your wish is my command; I don't want things to be odd either... you're my only real friend here."

"That's not true! Everyone likes you and you fit in here. Not like me, with my stutter. You're possibly even popular here; everyone else needed to prove themselves... I had to steal the water truck before I was excepted, you just had to show of your tattoos to be one of us. No offense, ofcourse, cuz I like you and all..."

"Twitch."

"... I mean you're pretty cool... but what I mean..."

"Twitch."

"... to say is that you have alot of friends here and..."

"Twitch!"

"What?"

"You're not stuttering."

"Huh?"

"Everything you just said, not one stutter."

Twitch cleared his throat nervously, "R-really?"

"Yeah... maybe it's because you're comfortable around me... you know, because I know and I'm not judging you..."

"Probably..."

"Listen, I was thinking... its only fair that I tell you my secret... kind of a collateral exchange..."

"Okay..."

"I'm white-collar trash... I was the daughter of a wealthy lawyer and his wife. After my dad died, my mother stopped being a good mom... she beat me and my brother... until I ran away and took my brother with me... we hopped a bus from Maryland to New York and joined a gang... we lived for two years with our blood-brothers and sisters in a rickety warehouse... I don't know how many crimes I've committed or how many times I've change my appearance... all I know is that I was caught and sent here... and that my brother is being punished far worse than I am... he was sent back to Mother."

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