This choice: go outside to the woods and find something • Go Back...Chapter #6Discovery in the woods by: Unknown "Nate! For fucks sake cover the alley! They're gonna get me! Cover the alley you son of a.... thats it, thats it game over man. You fucked us Nate.", Dawson rambled.
Nathan, along with you and Scott were too busy laughing your asses off at Dawsons rage to care how angry he was. After a few seconds, Dawson began to cool off and join the laughter.
"Oh boys. Well ive had enough of this shit. Its a lovely day out. Lets go out to the woods or something. See whats what out there.", he suggested.
"Yeah. That sounds fun. Lets do it!", said Scott.
You all spring off the couch and take off sprinting up the stairs. You always felt like a little kid when you were with these guys, and if it wasnt for the distance in which you all lived from eachother you had no doubt they would be your best friends. You all do your best to avoid getting stopped from inquisitive relatives who want to tell you for the thousandth time how big youve gotten or ask about your social life and crap like that. Aside from giving the odd hug and saying the odd hello, none of you were hindered away from the outdoors for long.
"Come on fellas. You remember that fort we built for the kids last time we were here? I think it was this way and if im not mistaken, there should be a little surprise buried for us there if you know what i mean.", Dawson smiled and flexed his eyebrows.
"Are you talking about that roach you buried? You realize its gonna probably be moldy and just no good right?", you said.
"What? No. Weed is a herb. If i bury it its like im replanting it right?"
"But you put it in a baggie.", said Scott.
"Yeah so?"
"So its going to be warm under all that ground and its gonna get moldy dumbass."
"Look enough with the doubting. Just come with me and watch me smoke a fat doobie while you chumps inhale my fumes. And to think i was gonna share it. Pffft."
You all follow Dawson into the woods and after a few minutes of trekking through brush and sticks, you find the run down remains of the "fort" you all built together.
At the start, it had been a tarp held up by a stick in each corner and surrounded with four walls made of plywood sheets. Now, the tarp lost two sticks, leaving it draoed on the ground, and the plywood was moldy and bent to shit.
"Wow. This didnt hold up well at all.", Nathan said.
"Well, it did its duty boys. It kept ole mary jane here safe and secure.", Dawson pointed down at a patch of earth he had marked with lego minifigure he stole from Liam one time. He bent down, tossed the lego man aside and plunged his hand down into the dirt, retracting his hand out along with a baggie containing a single splinter sized spliff.
"Wow. You were going to share that Dawson? How thoughtful.", teased Scott.
"Hey. You pipe in like that one more time smartass and ill fart in your eye when you sleep. You know I will."
Nathan did know it.
"Okay okay. Anyways. We're out here now. What should we do?"
"We could pick up some sticks and sword fight?", said Scott.
"Hahaha! Seriously dude? What are you nine?", Dawson laughed.
"You cant actually tell me with a straight face that isnt fun! Just because you're a year older than us doesnt make you a total downer yet does it?", Scott retorted.
"Hm... fair point. HEEYAHHHHH!!!!"
In an instant, Dawson had armed himself with a stick and smacked Scott right on the hand, then proceeded to spin around and smack your arm and Nathans hip in two quick strikes.
You all laugh and arm yourselves, then begin to duke it out in medieval free for all. While Scott was busy dealing with Dawson, you started chasing down Nathan, when suddenly Nathan stopped and instructed you to dothe same.
"What?", you asked.
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