01 - Brian's Fun
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By Scot Wendigo
Sunday, January 8th 2006 - 01:42:47 AM
Brian's Fun
Last year, when I was a sophomore in high school, there was a simple kid in my class, whom everyone made fun of, and his name was Brian. Brian joined the football team, and I've been told that at times when the team was in the locker room together, you could hear Brian's shrill screams from down the hallway. Everyone loved to pick on him, yet he still had a positive attitude about life.
That being said, I became one of his only friends out of sympathy, which wasn't always easy. It wasn't that I didn't like spending time with Brian, it was just that he would always do irrational and brash things, which eventually got him sent to a Troubled Youth Wilderness Camp. Needless to say, the poor boy was misunderstood and had no common sense.
All of this being said, I shall continue to the story.
One brisk Saturday afternoon in November, I found myself walking down the long gravel drive-way to Brian's house. Brian had invited me over every day for the past week, and I couldn't avoid it much longer.
As I got to his front porch, I saw that he was standing out there waiting for me. I noticed that neither of his parents' cars were there, which meant that he would probably try something stupid like climb up to the roof again.
Despite how chilly it was outside, Brian was wearing denim shorts. He also had on a gray long sleeved t-shirt and crew socks worn rather sloppily with folds all along the legs of the socks.
"Hey Scot." he called down, his voice had the worst drawl.
"Hey Brian." I said with a slight sigh as I got upstairs.
He opened the door and walked in to the living room and I soon followed. I just taken a seat when he went behind the couch on the opposite side of the room and said, "Look what I got!"
He pulled out three objects. One which said "No Trespassing", a second was a Stop sign and the third was a pastel green mailbox, which belonged to a sweet old lady who lived alone by the name of Ms. Bonnie.
"You went and stole these things?" I asked in awe of his stupidity, "Doesn't that belong to old Ms. Bonnie?"
"Yeah, isn't it awesome? Greens my favorite color." he replied with a grin.
"No, it's not awesome. Why'd you take it from her?"
"Because I wanted it." he said with a voice of mock stupidity. "And I'm gonna keep it."
"Why? It's only going to hurt her feelings. You know how sensitive she is."
"I don't care." he retorted.
"Fine, then I'll tell her about it." I said as I turned my back and began walking back to the door.
"No, Scot, please don't."
I didn't answer.
"Scot! Come on. I want the mailbox, she doesn't have to know."
I said nothing and, when I was nearly at the door, I was shocked by his tackle.
"Brian! what are you doing?" I asked angrily.
"Your not gonna go tell her." he said as he pulled me back past the living room and into his bedroom. Brian loved to work his muscles, and was quite strong.
"Why not? Do you want the mailbox that bad?" I asked.
"Yeah I do, it might make a good gift." he said as he got something off his shelf.
"A gift? Who's gonna want that?"
He then pulled me in to a wooden chair and pulled my wrists behind it. "I don't know, somebody." he retorted.
"What are you doing?" I demanded to know.
"What does it look like I'm doing, I'm tying you up." he replied as though it were obvious.
"Tying me up???" I asked and began to fight, but it was too late, my wrists were bound tigtly together.
"That outgha hold ya." he said examining his work.
"No Brian, let me go. I won't tell, I swear!" I pleaded.
"Now how can I be sure of that?" he asked, somewhat amused.
"No Brian! This is illegal! This is kidnapping, I could sue you ya know."
Brian sat down in front of me and began to pull his socks off.
"What are you doing now?" I asked nervously.
"What does it look like I'm doing? Taking my socks off, and I'm gonna shut you up."
"No." I said quickly and clamped my mouth shut. He walked over and pressed te socks against my nose. The smell and pressure shocked me and I gasped as he shoved one of the frayed socks in my mouth and tied the other around it.
He held me bound and gagged like that for like 45 minutes. I admitted defeat and decided not to tell on him, but did get him to agree on paying for half a new mailbox. Right as he was untying my wrists, he said "That was fun, I might have to tie you up more often."
"Yeah, right. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that trick again. I guess I'll see ya later."
"Bye." he replied as I walked out the door and down the long driveway.
Secretly, I really enjoyed being tied up.
Scot Wendigo
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