A Surprise Party?

"Alright," Willis started, "Well, you saw the fence-" he looked at Gerard, "Speaking of, how'd you even get in here? I keep that fence locked at night."
"Oh, uh," Gerard laughs a littled embarrassedly, "I picked the lock..."
"Sounds like I need to get a better lock." Willis says. "And you met Borris." He stalks out of the kitchen and to an apartment style callbox next to his front door that i hadn't noticed earlier. "Here," he points to it "is what i use when I'm not being barraged in the middle of the night." Gerard chuckles a little bit.
"So what, there's a second callbox outside?" I ask. Willis nods. Then he flips a light switch and I see through as window the spotlight that was one on us turns on outside. He unlcoks the eight locks, opens the door, closes the door, and locks them all again. Three of the eight require keys that he keeps on a key chain on his belt loop, two are deabolts, one is a pad lock, one's a jimmy proof deadbolt, and there's a lock on the door knob as well.
"See? he says, nobody's gettin' through this door. All of the windows have strong, lockable, indoor shutters, and the back door has just as many locks." Willis smiles at us. Oh man. He takes us down to his basement.
He swings open a heavy looking metal door and inside is a bombselter bunker. "Whoa dude," Gerard mumbles. It's got two sets of bunk beds, and looks to be stocked for a year.
"Ya like? Built her myself." Willis leans against the door. Gerard laughs.
"Yeah, yeah. I like." Willis takes us back upstairs. "So..." Geard says. The sun is fully risen now.
"Uh, I hate to be a party pooper, but Gerard do you think we could go get a motel or something? I'm really tired..." I interject. It's true.
"You should have slept in the car." He says not irritatedly.
"You always yell at me if i do." I complain.
"Guys!" Willis interrupts. "You don't have to goanywhere, you can just stay here!" He says.
"Actually," Gerard starts, "That'd be great. I don't know how much we should be wagging our face around." Willis smile real big.
"Well, there's only one bed, which is queen, so i don't know if you guys want that." he winks jokingly. He doesn't know that we've been sleeping in the same bed for weeks. "But if you wanna sleep in the bunker?"
"Yeah, sure." Geard agrees. Willis points the way.


"Um, okay. What the fuck?" I say in the security of the thick basement walls. Gerard chuckles as he lays down in the bunk beside mine. He pushed them them together like a queen bed of course.
"Oh man, and people thouht I was batshit." He says. I shake my head.
"How mnay people come of of 'Nam like that?" I ask.
"I don't know, but I think we're going to be checking up on a lot more old friends of mine..."


I woke up sleepy and warm, and rolled over to see Gerard still lightly snoring. It feels nice. I bumble up the creaky stair to Willis' kitchen. I see it's 2:32.
"Oh man..." I groan. "Hey. Um-" I call out to the rest of the house. Quiet. Did he leave?
"Yeah?" Willis says from directly behind me.
"Whoa!" I say a little startled. Willis chuckles.
"Hey man," he starts. "What's up?
"Oh, uh, I was just gonna ask where's the cups? For some water...." I say.
"Cupboard on the left of the sink." He smiles.
I didn't think i was this thirsty. I gulp my second tall glass down, fill up another glass and head back down stairs. I flop down on the bed and Gerard rolls over towards me, still asleep. We sit like that for awhile.
I wonder how Gerard and Willis met. I wonder who was attached to the dick that Gerard sucked. Surely it wasn't Willis, I don't really feel the sexual tension there...
Not Bob either. I Laugh.
I wonder how Joseph's been holding up, what became of Ray. I wonder about my own parents. I'm not sure if I want them to think that I'm in pain, or if I want them to know how much I genuinely enjoy being on the run. I decide I want them to know. Willis seems like the kind of guy that watched family members die horribly. The bunker's kinda nice though. I wonder what Gerard really thinks about him.

Gerard grunts and yawns, I look over to him to see he's awake. He grabs for my cup and gulps.
"Speak of the devil..." I say.
"What?" he asks, confused.
"Nothing..." I mumble. "So what's on the agenda?"
"Ugh... Shut up..." he groans, still tired. "What time is it?"
"Probably like three."
"PM, I assume?"
"Yeah," I say.
"Damn."
"Yeah," I say again.


We're sitting on folding chairs in the tangerine setting sunlight; it casts across spring-bright tall grass and sparse trees of Willis' suprisingly large estate, making things seem at peace, when we're more wanted now than we've ever been.
He set up a card table for us to eat supper: beans, cornbread, pork, coffee, and cigarettes. I hear birds chirp evening goodbyes, and them yacking about something, I can't really be bothered to listen though. It's nice here if you can get past the barbwire topped chainlink fence. He even has a couple of scraggily yet friendly stray cats he feeds.
"You know how the buggers are, once you feed 'em they never leave." he says.

I nod.

Notes

Sorry I'm a piece of trash and it took me so long. Thanks for reading though. <3