"D'you think Charles would have been a fan of us?" Ali questioned, taking a drag of her cigarette.

Henry scoffed, "probably not,"

"Why not?" She pondered, her eyebrows furrowing together in confusion.

"He wouldn't be able to brainwash me." Henry stated, relighting his cig.

"I'm sure he would love me." Ali admitted, slouching back and crossing her arms, pouting slightly.

Henry rolled his eyes at the girl and continued to smoke.

We had got onto the subject of Charles Manson after Belch found a stack of videos in his dads basement; we found a documentary on Manson's Cult. Instantly we were intrigued, playing the videos as soon as his parents left for work, skipping school.

All five of us were smushed on Belch's single bed, Vic looking as if he was debating on sitting on the hardwood floor. The room was dark from the black out curtains, and the air smelled of cigarette smoke and teenage sweat.

The events of the weekend behind us had been playing on my mind, but I didn't dare let it show. Alternatively, I just hurt more than I found and smoked more cigarettes. The fridge in the junkyard had never been so full. I was actually surprised that Ali hadn't found it yet, especially with how much time she had been spending at the junkyard with Henry. Or she already has but didn't dare to mention it. Either way, I was content.

We had nothing to do after watching the documentary, aimlessly laying on Belch's bed, smoking cheep cigarettes while Ali's Combat Rock tape played in the background.

"Who else is warm?" Ali pondered out loud. I shrugged, leaning back into the wall.

Nobody responded.

Without warning, Ali lifted her gray Adidas sweater over her head, leaving her in a black lacy bra. All eyes fell onto her chest.

"What? You queers never seen boobs before?" Ali scoffed, but a mischievous smirk played on her lips.

"I've seen many, thank you." I played along.

"And I've seen yours more times I can count." Henry smirked, grabbing Ali's inner thigh. Just this slight action worked hard enough to give me a hard on.

"The only boobs Vic has seen is his moms." I sniggered, elbowing the boy. Accidentally so hard that he fell off of the bed and landed on the floor with a 'thud'.

All of us screamed with laughter, while Vic groaned with pain. His hand clasped over his hip, and his face scrunched up.

"S-sorry." I giggled, helping the blonde boy back up onto the bed. He lightly punched my arm, of which I returned a shove to the leg.

Suddenly, Belch shot up.

"What's up?" Ali asked.

"Shit." He mumbled under his breath, shutting the curtains.

"What's the matter?" Vic quizzed, obeying Belch's pull to take him and Ali off of the bed.

"My moms home." He whispered, which Henry and I hopped up at.

"Where are we going to-" Ali began.

"Bathroom." Vic and Henry spoke at the same time.

All 4 of us shoved into the small bathroom, locking the door and finding somewhere to sit so we didn't make any noise. I took my seat in the bath tub, Vic facing me, Ali sitting on top of the toilet seat and Henry in the sink.

"This happens often?" Ali whispered.

"Yup." Vic nodded, placing his feet on my knees and leaning back, attempting to get comfortable.

Then we heard Belch's door open and the quiet voice of his mom stifled behind the door.

"Why aren't you in school?" She quizzed.

"I threw up." Belch lied.

Ali giggled. "Poor Belch."

This caused Vic to chuckle too, covering his mouth with the sleeve of his hoodie. Then he went silent.

"What?" I asked.

"Ali. Where's your sweater?" He ignored me.

Everyone's face fell. It was still very much on Belch's bed, not hidden in the slightest.

As if on cue, we heard Belch's mom. "Who's top is that?"

"Fuck." Henry muttered.

"It's Patrick's-" he said. All eyes fell on me. "-he left it in my car so I brought it in."

Then the click of the door signalled that his mom had left him alone, and her feet against the wooden floorboards of the stairs had us all let out a sigh of relief.

We waited until Belch gave a light knock on the bathroom door, then we unlocked it and all got out, heading back to his room.

"I didn't spend all my savings on that jumper for it to be claimed at Patrick's!" Ali hissed at Belch, causing him to smirk.

"Sorry, love." He shrugged, shutting his bedroom door behind us.