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15 Down: the act of catching fish

The morning fog was still settled like a blanket on top of the dark water by the time their boat had made it to the middle of the lake. The trees that surrounded the water's edge could be seen above the mist, but anything at eye level was swallowed in whiteness. If there were any other boats on the water, they wouldn't have been able to see them, nor would they be seen themselves. All was silent except for the lap of water hitting the small boat and bugs chirping in the distance. Together they sat.

Jarod stifled a yawn behind his hand before rubbing at his eyes, smudging the eyeliner he forgot to take off the previous night. He reeled in his line a couple of cranks before huffing and leaning forward, hunching in on himself. He held his rod loosely in one hand, the other shoved into his hoodie pocket. He sighed in aggravation, and watched as his breath came out as a cloud and mixed with the fog. He curled tighter in on himself. "Tell me again why we have to be out here so early?" Jarod asked, his voice cutting through the silence like a bullet. The boat tilted slightly as the man behind him shifted.

"This is the time when the fish are feeding. They enjoy the cooler temperature of the water and will move down deeper once the sun starts to heat it up," Stanley replied matter-of-factly. Behind him, he heard Jarod scoff and then the quick cranking of his reel. The sound of Jarod recasting his line followed not long after. "You know," Stanley started. "If you want to catch anything, you have to keep your hook in the water."

"They only thing I'm going to catch is pneumonia!" The boat rocked as Jarod gestured outwards with his arms. "It's been like 2 hours and we haven't caught anything. I'm cold and tired and want to go back to bed. How did I even let you convince me to come out here?" Sticking his fishing rod in the holster that was attached to the boat, Jarod pulled is hood up and over his head and wrapped both of his arms around his body, trying to conserve as much heat as possible. Stanley turned to look at the goth ball behind him and rolled his eyes. He couldn't see it, but he knew there was a pout on the face behind the black hood.

"You were the one who asked to go fishing in the first place," Stanley stated.

"Only because you put the idea into my head with that excuse you made up. I thought it'd be more exciting than this," Jarod waved one of his hands in the air to indicate "this". The fog around them was beginning to thin out, the coast becoming more visible.

"Well, you're welcome for giving into your requests. I'll be sure to just ignore you the next time you ask to do anything," Stanley said harshly, reeling his line in with sharp movements and examining his hook once it came out of the water. His worm had been nibbled off without his knowledge. He scowled at it and reached for the cooler to get another one.

As he was threading his new worm onto his hook, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind and a face nuzzle into the back of his neck. He stiffened only for a second before relaxing into the familiar touch, never taking his concentration off his task at hand. He could feel Jarod shiver as he leaned back into him in order to recast his line. Whether it was from the cold or the contact, he didn't know. The bobber hit the surface of the water with a small plop. Jarod's breath ghosted over his ear, "Thank you, Stan. Really." Stanley hummed in response.

Jarod pressed closer, leeching the heat from Stanley. He really wanted to crawl around and sit in Stanley's lap, but he knew if he did that he'd throw off the balance in the small boat and neither of them would be happy if they suddenly found themselves treading water. He looked off the side of the boat into the dark water, its surface like a smooth mirror. What lay beneath the inky surface? Certainly not fish, Jarod thought with a smirk. He let his eyes close and let his body be lulled into relaxation by the soft rock of the boat. He smiled when he felt one of Stanley's hands cover his own, squeezing it softly.

Stanley's bobber suddenly sunk into the black water.