That Feeling

Story: A cardboard box

Rated: K

Summary: Gary is there. Outside his door. At least... he was a minute ago.

Petey pulled the curtain back an inch and looked out to his front door.

And he was gone.

The scar-faced boy had been standing there just a second ago. Actually, that was the only way he recognized Gary. The scar. His hair had grown over the year he was gone, and he was wearing a full blue-working suit, right at the end of Pete's driveway. That's when he ran in the house and slammed the door. He wanted nothing to do with Gary Smith and his insane self.

Pete had heard footsteps to his door, but now he was gone. So the small boy quickly opened his door a crack and looked around, to find... no one.

But he did find a box. A box that most likely contained some horror of hell...

And he shouldn't open it.

Pete closed the door and walked to the living room, where he promptly turned and went back to open the door. He just stared at the brown, innocent looking box. He wasn't going to open it. He promised himself that.

But he certainly couldn't leave it on on the porch, in which his father might open it up and have the horrors of the box bestowed on him. That wouldn't be good.

Petey picked up the box with caution and brought it into the living room with him.

He set it on the coffee table and frowned. He promised himself that he wouldn't open it. Promised.

He put his hand on the top, it fit exactly. He lifted his hand slightly and ran a finger over the top of it. His frown increased.

He just had to take the top off.

He put his thumb on the very edge of the box and lifted it up half a centimeter. No spiders came out. No acid, no bomb. He lifted the cover off entirely and set it on the glass table, next to the box.

As he looked into the box, his heart sunk. It was a sketchpad. His sketchpad. Gary had taken it one day during freshman year. Petey was positive that he had burned it and flushed the ashes down the nasty dorm toilet.

But it was in perfect condition.

Peter picked up the book and a piece of paper fell to the ground. He picked it up.

"I know I took this without asking.
But I just want you to know,
that it got me through some tough times.
Thanks."

Haha, this is another story I had forgotten about. LOL.

I am working on a GordPetey one as well right now.