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Chapter thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: dig dug

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SALEM THORN WAKE UP WITH A START, HIS BREATHING PATTERNS UNEVEN. He let out a breathe, pushing his sweaty hair back. He made a disgusted face, pushing off the covers from his body as he jumped from his bed. "I need a shower." He muttered to himself.

Maybe later he'd call Steve. Or Nancy. Maybe Jonathan. The problem with calling Steve, was that he liked Steve.
In a way that he reach shouldn't.

How could he have feelings like that for Steve? One of his only friends. And one of his only friends (ex?) boyfriend.

Salem pushed himself up and off of the bed, gathering a set of clothes from the closet. He grabbed his towel from behind the door, then walked towards the bathroom.

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"Just call him. It's not a big deal." Salem muttered to himself, holding the landline in his hand. "Just call him. Put in the number."

His hand hovered over the numbers, the phone number repeating itself in his head. He didn't type it out.

Salem didn't realize he had actually typed in the number. "Hello?"

"Steve! Um...Hey."

"Is everything okay, Salem?"

Salem scratches the back of his neck. "Yeah, Yeah. Just...wanted to check on you. You know after..."

Steve laughed lightly. "Yeah, thanks. But, I'm actually going to see if I can stop by her house."

"You're gonna go to her house?"

"Yes, I am."

"Hey," Salem said before Steve would hang up. "if it goes wrong. Call me, we can do something."

"You got it."

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Salem looked up when he heard a car horn honking, clicking his gun he pulled the curtain open. Then rolled his eyes to see Steve continuing to press done on the car horn.

Salem opens up the door, picks by it behind him as he approached the car. Steve told Dustin to get in the back.

"So, it went bad?" Salem asked as he opened her door, entering the car.

"She wasn't there."

"Ah, So, you need-" he waved his gun around. "because the same kid from before-" he pointed to Dustin. "is here."

"Yeah..."

"Cool."

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