Emily had found her way upstairs and to the front of the house and, mostly out of nosiness, had opened a number of doors to see what lay beyond. She found what she presumed to be Dave's bedroom and decided to set up camp there. The room was a tidy mess, with books and comics and games scattered about in what seemed liked a slightly less than random manner, and she couldn't help herself but poke around a bit. She opened drawers, fingered underwear and socks, inspected cupboards, examined pages of hand written and printed notes, all of which seemed to have something to do with Dave's role-playing games, especially one called 'Hammer of Evil 1497' and had eventually grown bored.
Dave's bed lay lengthways under the large window and she sat on it and peered out. The long drive was empty, and what she could see of the street beyond was quiet. Emily looked down at Dave's pillow and she stroked it, smiling to herself at the thought that it was here he lay his head down to sleep every night. The duvet cover was dark blue with gold and red stars exploding all over it, and his sheets were a pale blue to match. She wondered what he dreamed about when he lay asleep in this bed.
As she sat, day dreaming at the window, she alternated between gazing out of the window and glancing about his room. After a few minutes of this relative inactivity she noticed what looked like a safe underneath Dave's desk. She stared at it. It definitely looked like a safe, but why would a boy like Dave want a safe? She wondered if he might collect stamps or coins, or some other small valuable thing, and before five minutes had passed she couldn't help herself but get up and go over to inspect it.
She sat on the floor and examined it. It was one of those small combination safes, not dissimilar to ones she'd had in her hotel room when they'd gone on holiday to Italy last year, and wondered if she'd be able to guess the combination. She convinced herself that she wasn't being nosy, or doing anything wrong, it was just a puzzle that needed solving; a challenge. She wasn't going to open it or look inside.
She punched in numbers, trying to guess what combination he might have used. She tried his birthday, and even her birthday, but without success, she tried numbers at random. After a few minutes she sat back again, disappointed, and decided to give up. She stood up and was about to return to the bed and window when her eyes were caught by a colourful map, hand drawn on the wall above his desk. It was titled 'Hammer of Evil 1497'. She shrugged; one last go couldn't hurt.
She dropped back down to the floor and punched in 1497. The safe opened. Emily stared at the partly open door for a short while as she struggled with herself briefly. She hadn't been intending to open the door and look in, but she persuaded herself that it wouldn't hurt to have a little look so long as she didn't disturb anything.
She pulled the door open and was disappointed when all she saw was a neat stack of near identical notebooks. Curiosity piqued, she assured herself that there would be nothing wrong in just seeing what the notebooks were for; not reading them, that would be wrong, but just seeing what they were about. Expecting them to contain more notes for some silly game she took the notebook from the top and pulled it out of the safe. The cover was plain and unadorned and she flipped the cover nervously.
Jeremy said he saw her but he's a lying bastard - he didn't. He said he went round with a message from his mum and he could see her from the front door. She was supposed to be in the lounge totally naked and he saw her bum, but he's lying. I nearly punched him. Soros the Slayer would have hung him from a tree and skinned him alive.
I wish I could see her bum. We've got to go to some dumb thing to meet some new neighbours on Saturday, and it's at her house, so maybe I'll see it there. Maybe she'll get a spanking in front of me! I don't want her to, but then again I do. I wrote a poem.
If she's naughty, then her mum,
If cross, pull rank,
And with Emily's bum
All bare, give it a spank.
Mum says when she met dad she liked him because he was interesting, so maybe I've got to be interesting. If I tell her all about my new computer game that'll be interesting and maybe I can get her to come round and play it with me. And maybe she'll kiss me and show me her bum.
Emily frowned and leafed through the pages towards the middle of the book where the writing seemed to end.
Completely naked, together! Oh God I can't believe it! It was like REAL SEX and everything. I can't believe how much I'm in love, like it's the best and most important thing ever. I'm going to devote my entire life to her and never look at anyone else ever again, not even Isabel. I wish I could write how I feel but it's too difficult and as soon as any words come there are different words coming and none of them are adequate. I wrote a poem.
Emily, my love,
Love of my life,
Let me worship you,
I know it doesn't rhyme but modern poetry doesn't anyway. Jeremy and William are coming over tomorrow morning to play, but I wish I could see Emily instead, and we could kiss and have sex again. I can't sleep with the thought of it, it's like I'm having a fever, it's burning inside me and I don't know what to do with it. I wish you were her right now I bet you'd know what to do with it.
Emily nearly jumped out of her skin when she Dave walked in. She tried to shove the notebook back in the safe hoping he hadn't noticed, but his expression told another story.
"Emily!" he yelled "What are you doing!?"
"It was open, I was just seeing what... I didn't read anything..." she said.
"It wasn't open, how did you open it?"
"No it was" said Emily "I was watching out of the window and just happened to notice"
Dave was red, either with embarrassment or with anger and he stood looking unsure of himself.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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