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It was a Monday and Evan was sitting at the table, watching Jared pace around the room.
“So you’re telling me that you went over to the Murphy’s house… and said that you and Connor had a secret friendship… and he used a private email address to talk to you?” Jared stared quizzically as he said this.
“…Yes,” Evan replied.
“You realize that his whole family probably thinks you two were like, secret gay lovers now?”
“What! I don’t, I didn’t—” but Evan was swiftly interrupted.
“It’s fine. We can just bring him back.”
“What?” Evan was staring now, thoroughly confused.
“Yeah. I read online, this guy in Iceland brought back his dead sheep. I think I understand it enough, we can just bring Connor back to life.” Jared started scrolling through his phone, searching for something. He sighed and gave up.
“That’s not… that can’t be real,” Evan said.
“It is, I just can’t find it right now. Deep web and all. I just need to pop by the CVS and pick up a few things. And dig up the body. But I think I can handle it. I am the super amazing and incredible genius Jared Kleinman, after all.”
“No. N-no way, digging up bodies, is like, illegal, right? And what if it goes wrong, and, and, you’ve just got this corpse sitting around and rotting and like, you need to rebury it or get rid of it or, or, or the police come!” Evan had started to shake slightly.
“Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to do a thing, just give me some money for the CVS trip, and I’ll handle the rest. You won’t even know it until Connor Murphy is back to life and gets to explain for you that no, you two were not secret lovers. It’ll be like, a huge weight off your chest,” Jared explained.
“W-why would you do this? You don’t even like me,” Evan replied.
“But I like the idea of putting ‘successfully resurrected a human being’ on my college application. It’ll only make me a huge hero and the world’s greatest candidate for pre-med. So give me a hundred bucks, and I’ll give you a nice, living and breathing Connor Murphy in no time.” Jared held out his hand for a handshake across the table.
“I don’t even have a hundred dollars,” Evan said.
“Don’t lie, I know you save the money your mom gives you for food when you don’t eat. So we got a deal?” Jared said this with a spark of mischief in his eyes, but Evan didn’t notice. He just took the other boy’s hand and shook it awkwardly.
“Okay. We’ve got a deal.”