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Boys Get Scared Too: Part 2 (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

It was after the sixth ring, Lucas was slowly eating, watching the phone, Kevin was looking at the other guys, and Jake stood staring at the phone glancing at Kevin.

"Um, that's six times now. Unavailable. No message," Jake itched his groin then looked at Kevin. "This is kinda freaking me out."

"Ha, well smoking pot is off the table," Lucas slurped the milk from the bowl. "It's a wrong number. I'm sure."

"Why would someone dial a number six times in a row, no message," Jake came and sat at the table with the other two. Kevin was sitting quietly. The phone rang again. 

"Seven times," Lucas added. "Why would they call seven times?"

"How about we just answer the phone?" Kevin leaped up and snatched the cordless phone. "Who is this?" There was just silence. "Hello? Hello?" The phone hung up. Kevin hung up the phone. 

"Who was it?" Jake asked. 

"I don't know. They just hung up." Kevin grew nervous. "Maybe we should put some clothes on and go somewhere or something."

"Put clothes on? Screw that? I'm about to to enjoy this freedom. No parents. Get butt-ass naked and go swimming in your pool." Lucas got up and took all his clothes off. "Pussies are scared of phones. Grow a pair, like mine," Lucas started flopping his penis in Kevin's face and slapping his backside. "You can worry about the phone. Jake, throw me a beer," Jake did and Lucas flew to the pool.

The phone rang again. 

"Jake. This is driving me crazy." Kevin picked up the phone. "Hello?"

A deep sinister voice began, "Is this Kevin?"

Kevin paused, "Um, yeah."

"Is Jake there?" The sinister voice asked. 

"Jake, he wants to know if you're here," Kevin looked over to Jake.

Jake grabbed the phone, "Who is this?"

"Is Lucas there?" The sinister voice asked. 

"We're all here, bitch. Who is this?"
Jake yelled. 

"Good. You'll find out soon." The sinister voice became a dial tone.


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