Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2012 01:12:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: rtbrno65@yahoo.com
Subject: Quincy And His Unusual Friend chapter 7

As always, don't read if under 18 etc. Story is complete fiction.


		  "Quincy And That Unusual Friend Of His"

				 Chapter 7


Carol pulled in front of the community center where Quincy was waiting to
be picked up. He waved good bye to Timothy as he hopped into the car.

"Hi, Quincy. Did you have fun today?" Carol asked as they pulled away.

"Yeah, it was cool. "Quincy said as he waved to Timothy one more time
before they pulled out into the street. "Hey, Mom? Is it Ok if I go over to
Timothy's house after camp tomorrow? He invited me over just now."

"Sure, just call me and let me know where it is as soon as you get
there. I'm glad to see that you finally made friends with someone here."

"Yeah, Timothy seems OK, I guess." Quincy said as he pulled his I-Pod out
of his backpack and started plugging the head phones in.

"Quincy, before you start listening to your music, I have a question. Have
you experienced anything strange since we moved into that house?"

"Strange? How?"

"Well...you might remember that one of the movers said he saw a ghost, and
the next day those books fell off that shelf..."

Quincy stared straight ahead, trying to act nonchalant."But Mom, that was
just a crazy Hispanic guy and a weak book shelf...right?"

"I thought so too, but something happened today right before I picked you
up..."

"Oh God, what did Erik do?" Quincy thought.

"Oh really? What?" Quincy said.

"Well, it might have been my imagination, but I swear that I saw something
in the kitchen today. Some kind of weird, moving shadow. I'm also still
worried about that bite mark that you had on your shoulder."

Quincy just stared straight ahead. "No, I haven't seen anything like a
shadow or nothing like that. That bite was from a kid that I was playing
football with."

"Yes, yes I know it was a bite from a kid you were playing football with."
Carol said with a frustrated tone.

They rode home the rest of the way in silence. Quincy went in to the house
through the garage door and went up the stairs to his room. When he entered
he saw Erik sitting on the bed and waiting for him.

"Hi Quincy!"

"Hey, Erik" Quincy smiled. He put his back pack down and sat on the chair
across from Erik, who sat beeming at him. "Erik, Mom said in the car that
she saw you in the kitchen today. Dude, you gotta be more careful, she'll
freak out if she knows about you. I'm just starting to like it here and I
don't want to move."

"I didn't go into the kitchen. I stay in here, and if one of them comes in
I go into the attic." Erik said defensively.

"OK. Cool. I guess she probably saw her own shadow and got scared. You see
how nervous she gets." Quincy said with relief.

"I DID go into the other bedroom to watch her pull out of the driveway, but
I know she didn't see me." Erik said sheepishly.

"I know, I'm sorry I mentioned it." Quincy smiled.

Erik and Quincy went down to the creek and then to the preserve and stayed
out until dinner time. As Quincy expected, there was no trace of the
bullies there although the tied together shoes, burnt picture phone, and
shattered wine bottle were still there, much to his amusement. Erik loved
hearing about Quincy's camp activities and made him give detailed synopses
of whatever activities occured that day. Quincy loved hearing Erik's unique
laugh when he told his stories, and Erik would always push Quincy for more
details, or make jokes about what was said that would send Quincy into
paroxyms of laughter. He also discovered that Erik had been reading his
Harry Potter books while he was out at camp, and that he had become a big
fan of the series. Erik peppered Quincy with questions about Harry Potter
and JK Rowling and Hogwarts, and raved about the characters and the story
and about how cool he thought the books were so far (he was already up to
the third one). Quincy decided that Erik was the most fun kid to hang out
with ever.

Later that evening, Quincy and Erik played a game of hide and seek in the
house. Carol had left in the car to pick up Steve at the Capital, and said
they would bring back some supper with them. Quincy couldn't understand why
they didn't just buy a second car, but his parents had both always hated to
spend money. Erik, as one would expect, was actually a formidable opponent
in hide and seek, and no part of the house was off limits. Quincy would
have to look in places that humans wouldn't usually go into, like air
conditioning vents and inside the chimney and such. Quincy once found him
in the kitchen trash compactor. Another time he was in the plumbing behind
the washing machine.

Quincy was searching for Erik in the kitchen and dining room, looking
inside of cabinets and under tables. As he entered the kitchen, he saw a
faint, black shadow with a human shape suddenly go through the door down to
the basement. Quincy figured that he had found Erik, so he opened the
basement door and peered in. He looked down into the blackness of the
basement. He saw nothing, but he noticed an odd smell, like a wet dog and
rotting meat combined. It lasted for only a second, and was then replaced
by the musty, earthy smell of the completely unfinished basement.

"Erik! Erik, I found you!" He yelled. There was no response. "Come out come
out wherever you are!" Still no response, "Come on, don't make me come down
there and get you!" Quincy meant that. He hated that basement, and thought
that it was incredibly scary. It was damp, had a dirt floor, brick walls,
and no light or anything to turn on. He figured that Erik was being a dick
and was trying to make him go down into the basement so that he could do
something to scare him. Rules are rules though, and in hide and seek you
have to tag the other person, so he went into the laundry room, got a
flashlight, took a deep breath, and entered the inky blackness of the
basement.

Quincy went cautiously down the narrow stairs unti he felt his feet hit the
dirt floor. He turned on the flashlight and began moving the beam of the
flashlight around the room. The light revealed a brick wall and a dirt
floor. Plumbing and wiring were visible along the wall and various items
were strewn about the floor. Quincy saw an old sink sitting on the ground,
a tire propped up against a wall, a few old glass bottles, and a stack of
old newspapers. He turned with his back to the steps as he slowly ran the
flashlight along the wall. Just then a black shape suddenly moved in front
of the flash light beam and was gone. Quincy gasped and almost dropped the
flashlight to the ground. He then smelled that weird, wet dog- rotten meat
smell again. He suddenly felt a hand grab his right shoulder. He gasped and
quickly turned around with the flashlight beam illuminating the space under
the steps, but saw nothing. The odd smell then disappeared.

"Very funny, Erik!" Quincy said with his voice trembling. "Consider
yourself caught!" He then quickly ran up the steps and closed the basement
door behind him. Quincy returned the flashlight to the laundry room and
went back upstairs. He checked all the rooms to see if Erik was in
them. When he got to the guest room that was on the opposite side of the
hallway from his bedroom, he felt the cold spot. He smiled to himself and
tip toed into the room. As soon as he entered Erik suddenly leaped up on
his back with a playful yell. Quincy collapsed to the ground giggling and
the two of them began wrestling on the floor by the bed. Erik put Quincy in
a head lock, who then flipped Erik over and pinned him down. Erik vanished
and rematerialized behind him, putting him into another head lock.

"Hey that's not fair!" Quincy laughed who then banged on the floor. Erik
let go and Quincy immediately grabbed him and pinned him back down . This
process repeated itself several times, and Quincy was red faced and
sweaty. Both boys were laughing and yelling as they wrestled. Quincy had
Erik pinned down again. He then started tickling him on the chest.

"You know I'm not ticklish, Quincy." Erik grinned.

"You have to be ticklish somewhere!" Quincy said as he tickled Erik's bare
chest and armpits. Erik did a big fake yawn with his hand over his mouth
while Quincy probed for a ticklish spot. Erik then grabbed Quincy's arms
with a grin and the two of them vigorously wrestled some more until Quincy
finally said he gave and sat up against the base of the bed while still
sitting on the floor, panting and sweating. Erik sat up and crossed his
arms over his knees.

"Hey, Quincy?" Erik said softly. "Could you maybe, please...touch me a
little?"

"Erik, I thought we agreed we weren't going to do that kind of stuff
again." Quincy said.

"I don't mean like the other night..." Erik said. "I mean...just touch me a
little bit. I really like being touched. I forgot what it was like to have
someone touch me until you moved in. It's been really lonely in this house
this whole time. Please? It makes me feel alive."

Quincy scooted over next to Erik, put his right hand on the back of his
neck, and started lightly rubbing his fingertips down Erik's neck, past his
shoulders, and down his back. Erik closed his eyes and put his head down
while Quincy swept his fingertips down Erik's back. He could feel the skin
and Erik's vertebrae beneath his fingers. Goose bumps were popping up on
Erik's flesh. He got down to Erik's tailbone and felt it with his
forefinger. He rubbed Erik's buttcheeks and thighs and then started running
his hand up Erik's left leg. He could feel the little downy hairs and the
smooth skin as he rubbed his way up to Erik's knee, rubbed his hand over
Erik's arm and back, and then continued down Erik's leg to his ankle. He
then shifted his position and rubbed his hand over Erik's foot. He rubbed
the ankle, felt each toe individually and propped the foot up on his leg so
that he could rub Erik's sole. He moved his way back up the leg, shifted
back to his original position, briefly felt Erik's scrotum and penis,
worked his way up to Erik's outie navel, felt it, and brushed his hand up
Erik's chest. He felt each rib individually and lightly brushed both of
Erik's nipples with his forefinger.

"This feels so good." Erik sighed, with his head still down and his eyes
still closed.

Quincy began rubbing his hand through Erik's surprisingly coarse blond
hair, and then repeated the process down the other side of Erik's body.

"I love you, Quincy." Erik said softly.

Quincy was a little taken aback when Erik said that, and he wasn't sure how
to react. He then heard the front door open and his parents talking as they
came in. "Quincy. We're home! We brought dinner!" Carol yelled from the
base of the stairs.

"I guess I have to go have dinner now."

"Thanks, Quincy." Erik smiled right before he vanished.

Quincy got up off the floor and went downstairs to join his family at
dinner. They said a prayer and then Quincy tucked into the Chinese food
that his parents had brought home. His dad spent dinner talking about his
day in Congress, almost none of which made any sense to Quincy. Carol
mentioned to Steve that Quincy had made a friend at day camp, and that he
would be visting that boys house afterwords tomorrow. Steve was really glad
to hear about that, but not glad enough to stop with all the boring stories
about his day on Capital Hill. After a couple of helpings of moo goo gai
pan and sweet and sour shrimp, Quincy asked to be excused, and took his
plate over to the trash compactor to dump the leftover rice into. When he
opened up the compactor, he saw the paperwork from Dr. Singh that Carol had
thrown out. He saw the picture on top of Erik's grave stone. He looked down
in interest when he noticed the birth date. He glanced over at his parents,
who were engrossed in their conversation, quietly pulled the photograph out
of the trash, dumped in his rice, and hurried back upstairs with the
picture in his hand. He sat at his desk and looked at the photograph. It
had to be Erik's gravestone:


                                                  ERIK WESTERGAARD

                                     SEPTEMBER 2 1967-AUGUST 31 1978

                       REST ALONG WITH THE ANGELS O PRECIOUS CHILD

Quincy immediately began to wonder why this was in his parents trash, and
he was also curious about what the rest of that paperwork that this was
with was all about. He went back to the top of the stairs and he could hear
his mother doing the dishes while she and his dad continued to discuss
whatever his dad had been doing all day. He returned to the room and was
startled to see Erik standing by the desk and staring at the photograph. He
turned to Quincy with a hurt and angry look when Quincy entered the room.

"Where did you get this?!" Erik said crossly.

"Uhhh...it was in the trash downstairs. I thought maybe you might have put
that there..."  Quincy stammered.

Erik angrily grabbed the photo and ripped it up into several pieces before
vanishing, the pieces all drifting to the floor as he disappeared.

Quincy silently cursed himself for upsetting Erik, picked up the pieces of
the photograph, and put them in the trash.

"Erik? Erik!" Quincy said, but he didn't appear. He figured that Erik must
have been sulking up in the attic.

Quincy went out into the hallway, made sure his parents were still chatting
downstairs, jumped up and down until several times until he grabbed the
pullcord to the attic entrance, and pulled down the folding steps. He went
up the steps and peered into the dark and stuffy space in front of him.

"Erik!" Quincy whispered.

"Go away!" He heard Erik mutter from the far side of the room.

Quincy entered the attic and pulled on the light cord for the hanging bulb
in the middle of the room, which reluctantly flickered on. Quincy found the
cool spot and used it to guide him to several cardboard boxes on the rear
left hand side of the attic above his bedroom, where he found Erik sitting.

"Come on, Erik. Don't be mad. I found that picture in the trash after
dinner. I didn't know about it." Erik just sat and moped. "Come on, I got
my fortune cookie. Let's go back to the room and open it and see what it
says." Erik still said nothing. "Come on, Erik. Please?"

Erik looked up at him and smiled. "OK, Quince." He said.

Quincy helped Erik up and they went down the steps into the room. Quincy
had to get a chair out of one of the spare bedrooms so that he could close
up the attic entrance. He returned to the room and saw Erik sitting and
smiling at him on the bed. Quincy sat next to him, held up his hand, and
wiggled his fingers. "I don't believe we were finished yet." Quincy
grinned.

Erik smiled and leaned his head down on Quincy's shoulder. Quincy put his
arm around him and caressed him with his fingertips for most of the rest of
the evening. As it got late, Quincy and Erik stayed up and shared their
deepest feelings, joked around, planned for things to do for the last days
of Quincy's summer vacation, and both silently wondered how they got so
lucky as to have found such a wonderful best friend. Meanwhile, down in the
basement, behind the hot water heater, a pair of yellow eyes briefly
appeared, and then flickered out of sight.


			     End of chapter 7