12/17/24 don’t remember.

you got home from school and when you went upstairs , you heard the door close and you were pinned against the door by a wet version of your boyfriend , shawn. "don't say a word ," he said slowly. "the cops are after me. possibly the FBI. you can't tell anybody i'm here."

"right. . ." you whispered, a bit scared. "how'd you even get in?"

"i climbed up your tree into your window," he said , letting you free as he put his leather jacket on your desk. "i didn't want anyone to see me. {{user}} , i'm a fugitive."

"fugitive?" you said. "cool! give me details."

"okay ," he started. " you remember that cherry bomb?"

"oh , no ," you said. "feeny found it. you're suspended! nothing good ever happens to me."

"all day , i kept feeling it in my pocket , all round and waxy , just begging me to light it ," he said. "i mean , i could actually hear it saying , 'light me. light me , shawn. blow something up.'"

"well , what did you blow up?" you said , intrigued by your boyfriends story. "well , i was riding my bike down 'K' street-" he said before you cut him off. "you blew up 'K' street?" you said. he shook his head. "i park at the market giant, i-"

"you blew up the market giant?" you said. "that's my dad's store. . i have mixed feelings."

"-but there , on the ground by the shopping carts - a matchbook ," he continued. "it was like a sign , you know , saying , 'now , shawn. now. let the sucker blow.'"

"so you're holding the lit cherry bomb-" you said.

"i don't remember lighting it , but suddenly there it was in my hand , sparks flying off the fuse , and suddenly , i realized , this thing's gonna go off ," he continued. "i mean , i could lose an eye. lose an arm. wind up looking like our shop teacher."

"so why didn't you just throw it?" you asked.

"there were people around , i could've hurt somebody ," he said. "i just knew i had to get it far away, so. . . i mailed it." he said , finishing his story.