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AT HOME, NATE STOOD AT THE STOVE, COOKING A GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH BEFORE DROPPING SOME BREAD TO HIS DOG, SIRIUS (NAMED AFTER SIRIUS BLACK FROM HARRY POTTER).

One thing he and Jonathan really had in common: they both loved Harry Potter. Once they saw the movies at a young age, the two friends viewed themselves as being Fred and George.

The radio closeby ended the song to which the radio guy spoke, "And that was Low Shoulder, the local band..." At this, Nate stopped what he doing and turned up the volume. "Who became unlikely heroes of the tragedy in Devil's Kettle last night. Eyewitnesses say the boys helped numerous people escape the inferno, risking their own lives in the process. That's rock and roll with a conscience, ladies, and gentlemen."

"Fucking bullshit," Nate mumbled.

"And guess what. We are honored to have Low Shoulder in the studio right now," the speaker on the radio announced. "Now, how you guys holdin' up?"

Nate narrowed his eyes as he heard Nikolai speak, "We're maintaining, man. It's not easy, but, you know, the real heroes...are the people of Devil's Lake. I just hope we can convey 1/10th of their courage and spirit...on our upcoming album."

Nate turned his head back to the pan as he heard a sizzle. "Fuck," he chanted, taking the grilled cheese off the pan and dropping it on a plate to see one side was really burned. "Shit."

"You said it," someone spoke.

Nate turned to see his mom entering the kitchen, still in her bathrobe, and turning down the radio.

"Hey, Mom," Nate greeted as he moved to sit at the table. "I didn't know you were up."

His mother sat across from him. "Oh, God. I had another one of my night terrors."

Nate bit into his grilled cheese, asking, "What was it about?"

"I dreamed some bad people were trying to nail you to a tree...with hammers and big stakes and shit. Just like J.C. But I didn't let 'em get you, 'cause I'm a hard-assed, Ford-tough mama bear."

Nate chuckled. "Thanks, Mom but I can take care of myself."

"Yeah, you say that, but one day you're gonna be crying out for me, and I'm not gonna be there," she replied, continuing to eat.


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A few hours later, Nate was sitting on his bed with his laptop sitting on his thighs, typing away for his homework when his cell rang on his bedside.

He picked it up, sliding the green icon and holding it to his ear. "Yeah?" he spoke, seeing the contact was his best friend.

Meanwhile, Jonathan was at his house, standing in front of the mirror, one hand running through his hair and the other holding his phone to his ear. "Dude, I feel fucking awesome," Jonathan said in a giddy tone. "Better than I've ever felt in years."

Nate chuckled. "Good for you, bud," he stated.

"You know when you kiss a girl for the first time and it feels like your body is on vibrate?" Jonathan asked, admiring his practically glowing skin in the mirror.

"I guess..." Nate answered.

"It's that good."

"Are you high again?" Nate questioned, moving his laptop away.

"Yeah, on life," Jonathan answered with a happy laugh, now flexing in the mirror.

"Lucky bastard," Nate replied. "Me, I'm still a little bit depressed about, you know, the giant, smoldering funeral pyre in the middle of town."

Jonathan sighed on the other end, dropping his arm from his hair. "You gotta move on, brother. It's over," he stated. "Life is too short to be moping around about some white-trash pig roast."

Nate wore an offensive look and scoffed. "Real nice, Jonathan."

"I'm just telling you the truth straight up if no one else will," Jonathan replied, his eyes flickering to the lighter sitting on his dresser. "And besides, you know what? You should be happy for me because I am having the best day...since I came out of my mom's vagina."

Nate cringed. "Didn't need the image." His phone beeped, signaling he had another person calling him. "Shit, hey, other line. Hold on."

"So blow it off," Jonathan replied.

"It'll just be a minute."

Jonathan huffed. "You suck. Hurry up."

Nate placed Jonathan holding before answering Casey's call. "Hey," he greeted.

"I need to see you right now," Casey told him.

"What?" Nate spoke up, hearing dinging go off in the background. "I can barely hear you."

It's because Camille is playing the piano," Casey said before speaking to her little sister on the other end. "Knock it off, Camille!"

"You knock it off!" 6-year-old Camille snapped back.

"Can you meet me at McCullum in 10?" Casey asked on the other end.

"You knock it off, Casey! You're a bitch!" Camille snapped once again.

Nate held back a tiny laugh as Casey sighed, "Oh my God."

"Your sister is not..." Nate trailed off, slightly laughing. "Are you sure she's only six?"

Casey didn't answer only said, "I'm sorry, can you still meet me."

"Uh, 15?"

"Yeah," Casey agreed.

At Jonathan's house, he flickered a lighter, sticking his tongue out and touching the edge with his flame, burning the tip of his tongue until it was black.

He flicked his tongue once as he placed the lighter down. In a quick second, his tongue was healed, back to its normal pink color.

"I gotta go," Nate spoke to Jonathan.

"I am a god," Jonathan stated. "Don't forget it, LesNicky."

Nate chuckled. "Okay. Whatever. I gotta meet Casey in McCullum Park."

Jonathan hummed. "You know, Casey is looking really hot to me lately."

"Uh, dude, my girlfriend," Nate replied, slightly defensive.

Jonathan grinned. "Kidding. Relax."

"I gotta go," Nate stated, hanging up.

"So not kidding," Jonathan mumbled, placing his phone down.

***

At McCullum Park, Casey sat on a park bench rubbing her arms when Nate approached but watching the police sirens down the street.

"Why are the cops at your house?" Nate questioned.

"They're not. They're at Jessica Kozelle's house," Casey answered.

"Why? She got caught snorting coke in the bathroom again?" Nate questioned.

"No, Nate," Casey replied, standing up. "She was murdered."

His eyes widened. "What?"

"Yeah. Someone ripped her limb from limb in the woods behind school," Casey continued. "They ate parts of her. No one's even supposed to know yet, but my dad just went over there and talked to the cops. His mom is, like, catatonic. She's just staring out the front window like she's not really there."

Nate ran a hand through his hair, slightly starting to pace. "This can't be a coincidence," he stated.

"What are you talking about, Nate?" Casey questioned.

"A fiery deathtrap last night, and now a cannibal psycho takes down the most popular, meanest girl in school?" Nate answered. "Come on. It's pretty fucking freaky."

"Well, the bad luck's gotta be over, right?" Casey said with a small shrug. "I mean, it can't get any worse, right? It can't. I mean, you agree, right?"

Nate didn't answer that but sat beside his girlfriend when he saw she was trembling. "You're shaking," he stated.

"Well, I'm cold," she answered with a huff. "It's very cold out here."

Nate began to remove his jacket. "You want my hoodie?" he asked.

Casey nodded to which Nate placed it around her shoulders as she placed her arms in through the sleeves, holding it close to her as Nate hugged her, rubbing his hands up her arms to warm her up.

The days marched on as usual, but most of students were too numb to enjoy themselves. Most of them. To the rest of the world, the people of Devil's Kettle were famous. They were saints. The town's only bar had burned to the ground, and their star cheerleader was someone's Snack Pack. The whole country got a huge tragedy boner for Devil's Kettle. And the press, God... They couldn't get enough of their little world of shit. Still, they were healing. Like Casey, they figured things could only get better. They had faith. As far as Nate was concerned, they were fucking idiots.


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