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Setting on the lake, the sun dipped just below the water. Resting on the dock two best friends watched as the day ended. Their legs dangle off of the lake dock as they lay on the busted wood flooring beneath them, the water just high enough to reach their ankles. The sky was a bright, glowing orange and they watched the sky around them turn from gold, to violet, to black. In that inky blackness incandescent freckles began covering the sky, one by one twinkling above them.
One of the boys spoke up finally, breaking the quiet between them.
"Alright, we should probably get back to your place, I feel like we'll get murdered or something if we stay out here any longer."
"Not like my house is any safer, I live like 50 feet away."
"Okay, let me rephrase. It is much less likely for someone to put in the effort to break into your house just to murder us. And your house is not even that close don't even with me." He laughed when he talked, helping ease the eeriness of the woods around them. The thick smell of pine and smoke was something they both have gotten used to by now though it can be overwhelming at nights like this.
He slowly got up, offering his hand to help Pigeon. After pulling himself off of the old oak panels he kept a hold onto his hand.
"Shay, my dear sweet friend, we can be murdered just walking there. Plus, this is West Virginia, everyone's on crack and think they can kill god."
"Oh my god, Pigeon please don't make me think about that let's just go."
Pigeon looked at him and started cracking up as they walked together. His laugh was easily the biggest deterrent for any negative or fearful feelings he had felt. It was loud and unrestrained. Which is great, until he’s grabbing onto Shays shirt sleeves while wheeze laughing in his face.
The dried Autumn leaves crunched under their steps while the trees shook with the light breeze. Cool air nipped at their skin until they finally made their way to the small white trailer home on top of the hill.
Pigeon let go of Shays hand and grabbed his house keys out of his jeans pockets. Unlocking and opening the door, the cool air filled his small home.
Though the home was quite small, a jarring amount of knickknacks, plants and candles are crammed onto any surface possible. A young woman had herself leaned over the back of the couch watching the television in front of her. Several painfully sweet candles were lit as if trying to cover up an even worse smell.
*Writers note: This still isn't done because honestly I got to freaked out to finish it right now so I'm SORRY.