After returning home, getting changed and having your dinner, you told your parents that you were just going to head over to 'Laura's' for a few hours to finish off some painting. Your mom as ever offering you a lift. Wanting a chance to chat again with Randall herself. You managed to dodge this bullet however by telling her that he wasn't actually going to be there and was in fact chaperoning at the Halloween dance. This unfortunately starting a whole new conversation entirely as to why you weren't going to that.
"Leave the poor boy alone, Jen," your father said. Stepping in again to help you out. "If he doesn't feel like going, he doesn't have to. Besides, I think it's good that he's over there earning some money instead. Probably trying to save up for a car of his own, right Tim?"
"Right," you responded. Playing along as your father threw you a wink. "Something like that..."
"And you're sure Laura said it's alright for you to be over there while she's out?" your mother pushed.
"Yes, mom. She was the one who told me come over. It's fine." It appearing sometimes as if she had completely forgotten who 'Laura' actually was.
Thankfully this seemed to do the trick. Your mother finally relenting. "Well, alright then. Just don't stay out too late. And don't go messing up her nice new house while she's away." Threatening you with punishment if you did.
After promising her that wouldn't (it was Randall's house for Christ sake! Why would you?), you hopped on your bike then and cycled on over. Propping it up against the side of his wall twenty minutes later, as you always did, before knocking on the door.
Inside you found Randall in casual dress, a dark blue hoodie and matching sweatpants, sipping on a cup of coffee and watching trashy reality TV. The news that he was pregnant having perhaps somewhat curtailed his desire to 'dress up' when he was at home. Inviting you in, he offered you a drink of your own while making small talk and then promptly went off to get it. Leaving you to sit there on the couch in the living room and think about what you were going to do in regards to the whole DVD/John situation. Having still not made up your mind as to what was the best course of action. I mean... is there even a way to get him into the attic to find it on his own without it seeming completely obvious? you asked yourself. Simply bringing it up in conversation like "hey, we should really go check out some of that junk up there.... Oh hey, look. I wonder what's in this DVD case" being pretty much like sticking a signpost on your head saying "I want you to look at this". The truth meanwhile... He's gonna be so pissed I kept it from him. Especially now. It being a conundrum without any clear answer.
In the end though, it was your need to be honest with your friend, as well as your feelings of guilt that finally made you decide. Telling him then, a half hour into playing Call of Duty, "Listen, dude. There's something I really need to tell you."
"Yeah. What's that?" he asked. Turning his attention from the screen.
"It's uh... well it's kind of about the pregnancy and stuff," you said, nervously. "Who the father might be."
This however caused Randall to chuckle. "Who the father might be? You're telling me you know something I don't. Cause seriously, Tim, I've spent pretty much the last two days scouring this entire place trying to figure that out. Reading her diary. Going back over her old text messages, emails, as well as Facebook. I got nothing. Just some old boyfriends that haven't been on the scene for well over a year and a half."
"No mention of anyone she was seeing over the summer then?"
This peeked his interest. Raising his eyebrow as he replied, "How'd you mean?"
Well this was it you supposed. There being no going back now. Taking a brief pause then, before finally letting it all come out. "Shit, alright," you said, prefacing this with, "Now I don't want you to get mad, but that weekend I first stayed over at yours, back at your old flat. I kinda.... well, I kinda found this old DVD case full of Miss. Card's home movies and took them home to watch."
Randall's reaction to this was exactly what you had been expecting. His face dropping as he exclaimed loudly "What? Are you fucking kidding me?" There definitely being a sense of betrayal there.
You shook your head. "No, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you." Trying your best to somehow explain. "I just... well, I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I thought that maybe you already had enough to worry about and I should just check them out myself." Realizing as you said it, that none of this was in the least bit justifiable. You didn't have a clue why you'd taken the DVD without telling him. You really didn't.
"Well what the hell was on them?" he then asked. Clearly **** to find out (not that you could exactly blame him). "One of her old boyfriends? The father?" His tone turning rather angry and accusative all of sudden. "Did you already know I was fucking pregnant before we took that test?"
"No. No, of course I didn't," you vehemently assured him. Not wanting him to think for one second that you would have kept something that big from him for all this time. Answering his question then as to what was on the discs. "There was just a lot of old footage of her with her friends and stuff. The odd video blog type thing. As well as..."
"As well as what?"
"I... well, I guess you could call it an amateur sex tape of sorts. It's Miss. Card and this guy called John, fucking each other. And as far as I can tell, neither of them use protection."
Once again his jaw dropped. "Holy shit." The anger that had been in his voice being replaced by shock, as he then stuttered, "Where... where the fuck is this thing? And when the hell where you planning on telling me?"
"I dunno," you shrugged. Feeling admittedly pretty crappy right now. "I was going to, but I guess I just never found the right time. I thought maybe if I put the DVDs back with all the other stuff up in the attic then you might eventually find them yourself."
Although he didn't respond to this, you could tell he was seriously pissed off. His beautiful, model like face wearing an expression of rage you'd never seen before. Not inside Miss. Card's classroom, nor anywhere else. Ordering you to show him exactly where the DVD was. His voice cold and commanding.
Heading up the stairs then, with Randall following closely behind (neither of you exchanging so much as a word), you pulled the steps down from the attic and climbed on up. Quickly locating the box you'd stashed the case into and passing it on down. Telling you friend that you were "really, really sorry" for keeping it from him as you did. He continued to ignore your attempt at an apology however, heading straight back down the stairs while you climbed out. Presumably to watch the DVD on and see for himself. Fuck. He's so pissed off with me. Even more than I thought. You hadn't thought it was gonna go down well, but this was just brutal. Having never seen Randall so angry before. Neither as Miss. Card, nor as his own 18 year old self. Having always been the lovable prankster.
Taking a moment to compose yourself before heading on down, you tried to think of something to do or say that would make this all better, before realizing there was nothing. You had gone behind his back and deceived him. He had every right to be mad. You were just going to have to step back and let him get it all out. Hoping that once this was all over, he would eventually forgive you.
Heading down the stairs after him then, you heard the sound of Miss. Card's voice blaring away on the TV. Randall having obviously gotten started without you. Finding him inside the living room, searching through all the various DVDs, looking for the one you had mentioned.
"It's the last one," you told him. Pointing to the case as he ejected the disk that had been playing and went to put on another. "The one marked 'June'."
Without making any kind of acknowledgment, he located it and stuck it in. Remaining completely silent as the now very familiar movie began to play. The camera bobbing down the hall. Finding Miss. Card sitting there on the bed, brushing her hair. A brief bit of back and forth between them, until Miss. Card silenced the still unseen camera man by taking his cock in her mouth and swallowing deeply. The sight of this, still after all this time, causing you to grow hard. Eventually, John put down the camera and stepped into frame. The two of them then proceeding to have sex, not once but three times. Each orgasm accompanied by Miss. Card's more than enthusiastic squeals and moans. The video ending with her collapsing in exhaustion on top of her lover. Kissing passionately for a few minutes, before John finally reached over and switched off the camera. The full thing was about fifty minutes in total, and Randall watched the entire thing from start to finish without a pause or a break. Uttering no sounds, nor making even the slightest little glance your way (being behind him on the couch while he sat there on the floor). Completely captivated by what he was watching.
Once it was over, and after what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke. "So... this John guy," he said, still not meeting your gaze, "You think he's the father of Miss. Card's baby? The father of my baby?"
"Yeah," you replied. "It does seem to make sense." Laying it all out for him then. About the dates matching up. When it was shot and when according to the doctors the baby was conceived. As well as the fact that he hadn't being wearing a condom, and from the video it definitely seemed like he thought he should be. Asking rather tentatively then, out of fear of getting your head bitten off, "You didn't find anything of Miss. Card's that mentioned him at all?"
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