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It was finally Thanksgiving, the best day of the year away from my birthday.
The guys finished up Untitled the day before, so they didn't have to worry about missing today.
Everyone was packed into my house, while we waited for mother and Emily to finish cooking.
Mike and I would peek into the kitchen every five minutes to see if we could steal something. Though every time with no luck.
I just wanted some sweet potatoes.
Mom makes the best, especially when she adds marshmallow.
God, just thinking about them made my mouth water.

"Mommy, I'm hungry!" I began whining.

"Keri Chrisette, you are eighteen years old. Do not start throwing a tantrum."

"But I'm hungry. I feel like I'm being tortured."

"See, she does this every year. I told you we should have cooked at your place and locked the doors." Mom mumbled to Emily.

Emily laughed, "Here honey, have a plantain."

"Yes. Thank you."

"Hey hey, no fair. You have to feed me too, if you feed the gorilla." Mike said coming up behind me.

"No."

Mike pushed me, almost knocking me over.

"Emily."

"Michael, apologize."

Mike stuck his tongue out at me, taking me half eaten plantain.

"Hey!"

"Sucks for you!"

"The food is almost done. Go place the silverware on the table. Okay?"

"Fine, but don't be surprised if Mike's blood ends up on something."

"Jeez those two. I wouldn't be surprised if they were the ones to start dating." Mother said as I walked out.

I started placing the silverware around the table.

"What's with the sour face?" Liz asked.

"Michael stole my food."

"Don't listen to her Lizard, every word out her mouth is a lie."

"Okay time, why do you call Liz, Lizard?" Mitch asked.

"Cause I think it's cute. Plus, I threw one at her the other day, she almost had a heart attack. So while she was freaking out, the name dawned on me. Liz. Lizard. Get it?"

"You and your crazy nicknames. Liz do you enjoy being called Lizard?" Mitch asked.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Doesn't really matter."

"So, what's Stacey's nickname?"

Mike looked at Stacey, "She doesn't have one."

Yeah, Michael fucking did it. He asked Stacey back out two days after my Halloween party.
He claims that he's head over heels for her, but we all know he's only in it for the sex. Like always.
I nearly killed him when he told me he asked her back out.
I wanted to kill him.
He's lucky to have Vic as a brother.

"So you give Keri one and Liz one, but not your girlfriend? Doesn't add up."

"Oh well. When I think of one for her I'll giver her one."

Mike turned and winked at Liz, who blushed like crazy.

Hmmm, do I sense love in the air?

"Keri!" Dad called from outside.

"Yes daddy?!"

"Get me my tool kit."

"I don't understand why Uncle D still sees you as a princess, when you're such a devil... no more like Lucifer."
I turned and flipped Mike off before heading down to the basement.

Why does he need his tool kit for?
I walked down to the basement, searching for dad's tool box.

Where are you stupid thing?

"Boo!"

I jumped about ten feet into the air, "Fuck!" I clenched my chest, turning to see Vic smiling. "Vic you jerk. You almost killed me."

"Almost, but not quite. There's no point in looking here for Uncle Derek's tool box."

"Why?"

"Because it's at my house."

I gave him a confusing look, then it click, "Oooh, that's right."

I had taking dad's tool box to Vic's to help him "fix" his amp.
If I was actually thinking, I would've remembered George has his own, so we could've used his. But it didn't cross my mind.

"You're to sly. I won't fall for that again."

"I know, that's why I have a few other tricks up my sleeve."

I shook my head, going back upstairs.
Just to think, of our parents knew we were sexually active with each other. I think they'd kill us...

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"Absolutely not. God only knows what you're thinking of doing."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Of course. I'll be right back, I have to get daddy's tool box from Vic's." I said to my mom.

"Why is it there?"

"Ask Vic. Wait don't. It's a long story."

"Well hurry back, we're about to put the food on the table."

"Okay."

I legit sprinted to Emily's house up to Vic's room.

"Alright, where did he put you?" I asked myself.

I looked under his bed, where Vic usually hides my stuff.
Nothing.
So I checked his closet too, which was always a freaking mess.
I don't understand why he doesn't clean it. Everything else in here is clean, but his closet.

I let out an aggravated sigh, "Ugh, Vic."

"Yes?"

I jumped, from Vic scaring me again.

"Will you stop doing that? How long have you been standing there?"

"Since you started rummaging through my closet. It's not in there by the way."

"Well no shit, I already figured that out. Where did you put it?"

Vic shrugged, "Good question."

I rolled my eyes at him, "Don't bullshit me Vic, you're keeping me from my food."

"I'll tell you, only if you listen to a song I wrote."

Normally, that idea would interest me, but right now. Hell no.

"No."

"Why, just 30 seconds."

"No, give me the tool box so I can go eat."

"Nope."

"Fine, I'll just leave."

Vic closed his door, stepping in front of it. "Be my guest."

I smirked, "Okay."

I went on to Vic's bed, sliding his window open.

"You wouldn't."

"I've been climbing in and out of this window since I was seven. Do you honestly think I wouldn't climb out of it now?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you fell the last time."

"That was your fault."

"No one told you to creep on me in the middle of the night."

"You do it all the time, but when I do it, it's a crime? Okay, whatev."

Vic began inching closer to me, so I began inching out of the window.

"Keri."

"Yes Vic?"

"Come back in."

"Give me daddy's tool box and I will."

"Keri what are you doing, hanging from Vic's window?"

I looked down to see George underneath me.

"Oh hey George, your son is keeping me hostage so I'm climbing out the window."

"Dad don't listen to her!"

George shook his head, "The both of you are something else. Wait why are you over here, aren't you supposed to be getting Derek's tool box?"

"Long story short, it ended up over here."

"I'm not going to ask. Hurry though, foods being put on the table now."

"Dammit Vic look what you caused. Move!"

I jumped back into his room, immediately being tackled by Vic.
I tried getting from Vic's tight grip with no success.
Vic was having a grand time while I struggled.

"Are you having fun there?" He asked.

"Fuck you," I spat. "Get off fat ass."

Vic shook his head in disapproval, "Tisk tisk Keri. That wasn't very nice."

"I don't care. Move!"

"Apologize or suffer."

"If you even think about touching me, I'm going to kick your ass."

"Right."

Vic placed my hands under his knees and began tickling me.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing hysterically.

"Don't hold it in Keri, I'll only tickle you more."

"No. Hehe. Stop."

"Say sorry."

"Hehe. No!"

Vic moved a hand onto my thigh, where I was most ticklish.

"Okay, no I'm sorry!"

Vic sat up in triumph, "That's what I thought."

I took my chance, punching Vic in the gut.

Vic fell over me, shocked. "I should make you suffer more, for doing that."

"Fuck you man, I said I give. You deserved that though."

"I think I deserve this too."

Vic crashed his lips to mine.
Ah this boy and the things I'd do to him... Wait.. I already have.
I smirked through our kiss thinking about it.
Vic ran his hands up under my shirt playing with the clasp of my bra.
Yeah I know I should stop him, but damn when he gets me mad.... I just want more of him.
Vic sighed into our kiss, signaling for more.
I let him have it.
I eased up so Vic could finish pulling my shirt off.

"Your not stopping me?" Vic questioned.

"Did you hear the word stop, come out of my mouth?"

"No."

"Okay then."

Vic continued, placing kisses on my neck till he found my sweet spot.
I closed my eyes full of bliss. When I opened them, I swear I thought I was hallucinating.
One moment my dad was at Vic's door.
I blinked to make sure I wasn't going crazy.
Then next, dad literally picked Vic from his shirt.

"Unless you're giving my daughter CPR, I suggest you get off."

I wasn't going crazy.

Oh we're fucked. We're fucked. We're fucked.

Was all I could think as I threw my shirt back on and followed dad and Vic down the steps of his house into ours.
Dad sat Vic next to him.
I tried sitting next to Vic, but dad gave me his look so I sat across to him instead.
Vic gave me a look saying we're majorly fucked.
This isn't going to be good.
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Dad waited till everyone was gone before setting off his interrogation.
He told mom, Emily and George what he had found.
Mom and George were cool, but dad and Emily.... Man....

"How long have you two been secretly together?" Mom asked.

"Who cares, they were moments from doing god only knows what." Dad answered.

Mike turned from the tv, "You mean they were moments from having sex."

Our parents glared at Mike.
He turned his attention back to the television.

"Are you both sexual active?" Emily asked.

"No." Vic and I lied.

"I think they're lying." Dad said.

"Even if they are, I believe they're both responsible enough." George defended.

"If they were responsible, they would have told us they were together."

"They're only kids Derek, they do things like that."

"My daughter doesn't keep secrets from me, she tells me everything. Right princess?"

I so wanted to look into daddy's eyes and tell him yes, but I already lied once and I continue to lie, he'll never trust me again.

"I've never exactly lied to you, because I know how you are about trust, but it's not something we kept just from you, we've kept this from everyone-."

"But me!" Mike said raising his hand not looking from the tv.

"But Mike. No we're not having sex, but things do get a little...."

"Hot and heavy." George said.

"Yeah that." Vic answered.

Our parents all sighed at the same time, relieving some stress.
I took Vic's tense hand, wanting him to relax.
I really really hate lying to dad. Really really hate it, but if he knew, he'd kill Vic.

"Fine, I don't care anymore. Just be safe and don't do anything dumb."

"No more lies." Emily said.

"And not till marriage. Right Keri?" George said more of a statement than a question.

"Right."

Dad looked to Mom.

"What?"

"You don't want to add anything?"

"They're eighteen. They know what's right from wrong, why must I scold them?"

"You know, you're supposed to be on my side."

Mom shrugged and stood up, "Oh well. If you'll excuse me I have a kitchen to clean up."

"So were off the hook?" Vic asked.

"For now. But I swear if you-."

I got up, pushing daddy away from Vic, "Alright then. Vic, Mike and I are going for a walk see you later."

"Why me?" Mike pouted.

"Because I said so."

I pulled Mike along as Vic and I headed out the door.

"That was a close one." Vic said once we were safely away from my house.

"Really now?" I said full of sarcasm.

"No need for that."

"Oh yes there is. I'm not blaming you, but if you just gave me the tool box we wouldn't have gone through that and I wouldn't have to lie to daddy like I did."

"I'm just surprised you got away without a broken bone or something."

"Me too. I was sure Uncle Derek was going to rip my head off or something."

"George knows we lied though."

"Oh definitely. That knowing look he had the entire time. He knows, but won't tell. Thank god."

"How long do you guys plan to keep that lie going."

"Until needed."

"Hphm, that's no fun."

"For you Michael it's not. This says between the three of us."

"I don't really have a chose since I'm scarred for life thanks to you two."

"Welcome." Vic and I said.

Mike groaned, while Vic and I laughed.
Poor Mike.
Now that we got that out of the way, I wonder what other obstacles Vic and I will have in the future.